Petulant Pt. 4 [mf] [anal] [stretching]

Sitting in her desk chair, filled with her plug, silently awaiting her next instruction. He took a moment to drink in the scene. Another day infront of this damn computer closed off from the world, losing touch with reality.

The fact that she agreed to this made him feel alive again, connected. But it was all so surreal. Her cheeks were blushed, of course, but he could see how she was no longer trying to hide this rouge – she was free to show him her arousal, her excitement to see him – to hear his voice and happily do as he would request.

The other coworkers on the call also seemed to enjoy the scene, giggling as she sat straighter then usual, waiting for his command – she was so clearly infatuated with him, as they all had known. Now watching her follow his every command – regardless of the potential consequences.

“Now, let’s talk numbers.” And as Sir brought up this, her favorite aspect of the job, she was eager to respond as he would command.

“Seems that your productivity is down 50%…”

Petulant pt. 3 [mf] [anal]

As she bent down to open the first item, he appreciated how her flimsy bralette allowed her to spill over the cups, teasing him with how he could almost begin to see her.

The first box she opened contained a rather terrifying item. She looked at him and he chuckled.

It was not just any plug. It was a vibrating, inflatable wirelessly controlled plug.

Before she could find her voice to reply, he gave his next instruction

“Next, open up that second item in the box. Remove the seal. And wait”

Always considerate, the second item was a lovely natural silk lubricant, lovely indeed. Her smile seemed to please him, he knew she appreciated how he was taking care of her.

“To get things started, turn on the first item, I’m going to pair with it and run some tests”

As it turns on, she watches as it grows in her hand, and with it her heart races. Then looking up at him as he sets it to vibrate… Her lips part and she audibly gasp to his delight. She can feel beads of sweat forming on her brow.

Petulant pt. 2

The box contained three items. Each wrapped with a ribbon. With a note that said “Don’t say anything about these items. If you want to continue with the training, nod your head yes and unwrap the first item”

With a hard gulp, she gathers her senses. And nods her head slowly pivoting back to look him in the eye as she did so. He touched his lips, trying to hide his delight.

“This training may take up the whole afternoon -”

“I’ll clear my schedule, I’m completely available”

“We’ll need to get on a private call. Join through your personal computer on the link I send”

“Yes sir”

“Good, I’ll see you shortly” and the screen goes blank.

She reaches down to feel how wet she was from the call when she recieved a text from him “do NOT touch”.

She gathers her senses and pulls out her laptop. What an afternoon this will be!!

As she starts the call she cannot hide her excitement and a goofy smile is plastered across her face.

He is leaning back in his chair and he has dimmed the lights in the room.

Petulant pt. 1

Eight months, has it been now? Alone in his house. Connected to her only through video calls and quick chats. Missing the curve of her frame, the length of her legs, the sound of her breath when it’s held with a thought.

Watching her hair grow, ringlets cascading from her shoulder now – he likes it better long. Soon it will delicately frame her ample chest – oh though he’d never admit to looking, they were hard to miss on her short frame – and how unfortunate that they are cut out of the picture when they talk now.

To see her walk down the hallway towards our office in that figure hugging black number… Only time will tell if that will ever happen again.

But for now. They communicate in the digital.

She blushes when he logs in, he fixes his hair and smiles so big his back teeth show. It’s foolish. They both know it’s foolish. And it becomes a game of hiding. But soon, projects stall and tensions hit an all time high – and she falls back into this petulant behavior.