Chapter 3: Daily Rituals – Owning Her at the Office

Monday of week two began exactly the way every weekday would from now on. Elena stepped off the elevator at 7:55 a.m., her hourglass body poured into the outfit he’d texted her at 6 a.m.: a skin-tight charcoal skirt that ended three inches below her ass, sheer black blouse unbuttoned low enough to show the inner curves of her heavy breasts, no bra, no panties, and the thick silicone plug already seated deep in her ass. The remote-controlled vibrating panties were in her purse; she knew better than to put them on until he told her.

She closed the outer office door, locked it behind her like the good little pet she was becoming, and walked straight to his desk. Mr. Voss didn’t even look up from his laptop at first. He simply spread his thighs and pointed between them.

Elena dropped to her knees without a word, unzipped him with practiced fingers, and took his thick morning cock into her warm mouth in one smooth glide. No hesitation anymore. Her tongue swirled the underside while she sucked gently, hollowing her cheeks, letting the wet heat of her throat massage him. He kept typing, one hand eventually settling on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm without ever breaking his flow.

“Deeper, slut. All the way. Good girl.”

She gagged softly when he nudged her nose to his pelvis, but she held there, throat fluttering around him, drool already spilling down her chin and soaking the front of her blouse until her hard nipples showed dark and clear through the wet fabric. He came quietly, just a low grunt and the pulse of thick ropes straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licked him clean, then rested her cheek against his softening cock like it was the most natural pillow in the world.

“Panties on,” he said, finally looking down. “Medium setting all morning. Plug stays in.”

She rose, slipped the vibrating panties up her smooth thighs, and pressed the little bullet firmly against her clit. The low buzz started instantly. Her knees buckled for a second. He smiled.

“Conference room in twenty. Staff meeting. Try not to moan too loud.”

The next three hours were exquisite torture. Elena sat at the long table taking notes while eight executives droned about projections. Between her legs the panties hummed in unpredictable patterns—slow teasing pulses, sudden spikes that made her thighs clamp together. The plug in her ass shifted every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs, rubbing that secret spot inside her. Her pussy was a dripping mess; she could feel her own slick soaking through the thin crotch of the panties and trickling down to the chair.