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Office Submission Ch. 01

By: MrMartinet



Quill's Daily Routine

Quill had got in early to the office and now anxiously awaited the arrival of his boss. It was strange, but after only two weeks of her giving him that name he already thought of himself as quill, the submissive. It made him feel warm. And she was no longer just his boss, she was becoming his Mistress, Mistress Erica. It was at times difficult not to call her that in the open office. 

It was hard to believe that a chance meeting in a club could have led to this. He had after all only gone along with the lads as they said it was fun, and the women looked great in the leather on the fetish nights. Erica had told him that very evening that she too had been dragged along and was not really enjoying it as they had it all wrong. When he asked how, she explained and there started his journey. 

She had told him that she was a Domme and what was going on in the club was just playing, an excuse to dress up and pretend. The girls there were just kittens to be petted and stroked, while she was a cat, to be feared and respected. At that point she had got up, his look of disappointment was very clear. She told him she needed to sharpen her claws. He had laughed nervously at that. Erica then told him if he wanted to feel those claws in his flesh, he should be waiting when she returned. But she would understand if he ran and played with a kitten, it was what most boys wanted to do.

He waited. She knew he would.

Soon he had found himself alone with her in a quiet corner becoming more and more fascinated by what she told him. She knew him from work, she said, but he struggled to place her. He was flattered that she knew where he sat and the department he worked in. At no time during the evening did her eyes leave his face. They watched every movement, every change of expression, and he in turn found himself being aroused, having to shift position to hide the bulge that had begun to appear. When at the end of the evening she had asked straight out if he was a submissive, he said yes without a moment's hesitation. Later he realised he had not even thought about what he would answer, the word just leapt from his mouth. She had smiled at the answer and told him she knew he was, that they must talk again about his submission and how she could help him. 

He had not slept that night. All she had said kept rushing though his mind and the one thing that came back again and again was that simple word 'yes'. 

He spent as much time as possible the first two days after that weekend wandering the different floors of the building, trying to see her. He wished he had asked her name now, but that seemed so unimportant at the time. Then on the Wednesday morning he had received an internal e-mail from a girl called Alice. All it said was that he was needed in a meeting on the 20th floor at 11:00. His company had floor 15 through to 21 of the building and so he had only two levels to get there. He arrived and was greeted outside the room by this Alice, a pretty young secretary, with shoulder length blonde hair, parted on one side framed her soft round face. She gave him a strange look with her blue eyes but ushered him into an inner office. There sitting behind a large desk was the mystery woman from the club, resplendent in a crisp white blouse, open a button too many to show a cleavage that any man would gladly dive into, her dark hair pulled back from her face, revealing the strong features just as he remembered them. Before her on the desk was a name plate. It said: Erica Sharpe.

For the next hour they talked about domination and submission, he had the distinct impression that he was being tested. Again her eyes never left his face during the entire conversation and again he was becoming aroused. This happened every two or three days for the next month. Every night after one of their meetings he would have trouble sleeping as he went over what was said. 

Then it happened. One Friday she asked him if he had ever considered being a submissive to a Mistress. A month earlier the answer would have been no, but now. Then she asked if he wanted her to guide him, to help him explore his submissive side, the answer was very easy, he could hardly keep the excitement out of his voice as he had said 'yes'. She explained that a trial period was required, that she had arranged for his transfer to her section and that his new desk would be on her floor. In fact he was placed so that when her door was open, she could see him and he could see her. 

Then she had stood and told him to stand as well. Moving round her desk, she cupped his face in one hand and looking right into his eyes, then told him that as his cock was so hard and erect every time they met, that she was going to make him exercise some control over it. He had blushed. He thought he had hidden the fact, but no, she assured him, he had not. Then she asked how many times a day he masturbated. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and he could not answer. After a moment, she laughed and told him every man masturbates, it's just how often. After a few false starts he gave up and blushed even more. 

'Very well,' she said, 'if you won't answer me, I'll tell you how many times you will masturbate each day from now on.' 

She then described the daily routine he had to go through, and while he had to ask in person during the week, he had to phone at the weekend and seek her permission then as well. He was limited to just one wank per day and it would always be at the same time. That, she said, was the only piece of control that she would exercise for the moment.

It had been that first day in his new job and new section, that she had given him the submissive name of quill, and she called him that every time that they were alone. At such times he had to call her Mistress Erica which made his heart thump louder whenever he said it.

That was just over two weeks ago and this was the first time that he could not do their 5:30 meeting in her office when most if not all the rest of the staff had left. It was at these meetings that he would humbly ask for permission to masturbate. She would tell him to take out his cock and balls, then tell him to make it erect. Then Mistress Erica would make him wait, either make a phone call or to finish some work before allowing him to wank. A glass was provided and he had on her command to cum in the glass. She warned him, any spillage and his masturbation privileges would be taken away for the following day. She also explained that if he masturbated without her permission at any other time, she would know and she would cease to instruct him. In effect their relationship would be terminated. 

Quill now craved those meetings and savoured the orgasm he was allowed to have each day, and began to count the hours and minutes till the next time he would, red of face, be humiliated by having to ask for her permission to wank.

But today, he had to leave work at lunchtime because he had a dental appointment and needed to explain that he would not be able to have the out of hours meeting.

Finally Erica arrived and arched her eyebrow at him as she moved confidently through the room towards her office. He was clearly nervous and wanted to speak, but it would be when she was ready. As she approached she merely pointed to his chair and flicked her finger to indicate that he should sit and wait. She could read him like a book already although she could not know what he wanted, he clearly wanted something. But he could wait till she was ready to hear what it was. 

Quill sat back down and stared into her office. She did not shut the door and he watched transfixed as she removed her outdoor coat and hung it up. She then smoothed her skirt, before removing her jacket. The crisp white blouse, her office trade mark, shone as she turned and smiled right at him, her dark eyes flashed, enjoying that he was having to wait and that he was watching her. She moved to a part of the office he could not see and he leaned over to try for a better view. The minutes passed and then when Erica came back into his sight, she was carrying a cup of steaming coffee. She glanced to make sure he was still being attentive and sat down on her leather chair, placed the cup on the desk and looked directly at him. Still she waited, he was like a cat on a hot tin roof. She took the first of many sips of the hot coffee. 

Finally, struggling to keep the smile from her lips, she put down the cup. Erica beckoned quill with her finger, curling and uncurling it slowly. He on the other hand was like a greyhound out of the trap.

Closing the door behind him, quill walked to the front of Erica's desk and stood with his hands behind his back. Although he was eager to speak, he knew that he must wait till he was told he might speak. Again Erica made him wait, looked him up and down, the coffee cup back in her hand and being sipped.

"Now quill, what is making you like this? What is it you wish to tell me?" Mistress Erica placed the cup back down and leaned forward making sure that she had eye contact and total control of the situation.

Quill babbled and started again, "Mistress Erica," he glanced back towards the door as he said this. It had always been an empty office when he had talked like this before, but he could hear the sounds of people arriving. "I, er, have a dental appointment this afternoon and will not be able to have our meeting, Mistress." As an after thought he added, "Sorry, Mistress Erica."

She watched him as he stood nervously before her. Clearly this had been an effort for him, he did not want to let her down, but he had no option today, at least that is what he thought. 

"That's fine, quill." The relief flooded over him. "Just come and see me and ask for my permission at 12:20 instead." She smiled at him, "Now off you pop, get some work done."

"But, but, ...... I erm. Ermmm." All the anxiety had returned, but with interest.

"Do you not want to masturbate today, quill? If not, just say so. Maybe it is too often. If it is going to get in the way, how about I only allow you to masturbate once a week? What do you think?"

Quill's jaw dropped as he realised the implication of this. It was difficult enough only wanking once a day. Before he had accepted her guidance two weeks ago he had masturbated three or four times a day, but to have it cut to once a week. "No, Mistress Erica, please don't do that."

"Then be here, in front of my desk at 12:20.OK?"

"Yes, Mistress Erica."

"And send Alice in when you pass. She has been waiting at the door."

Quill spun round and there was her pretty young face, with her trade mark blue eye shadow that highlighted her eyes looking in through the glass panel in the door. Had she heard what had been said? He loosened his tie, and gulped. Then he opened the door and left. Alice flashed her pretty, blue eyes at him, as she always did and, as always, he blushed. He knew she did it deliberately but it did not lessen the effect it had on him.

There had been a stream of people in and out of Erica's office that morning and when that nasty man from accounts went in and shut the door just after noon quill began to wonder if he was not going to be able to see her. But he knew he must and watched the door and his watch constantly. When the man from accounts emerged it was just after 12:15 and quill hurried over before anyone else could take his slot. Alice tried to stop him by saying something about having to speak to Erica, but he was not going to be delayed and ignored her protests. The door was ajar and he pushed and knocked at the same time. Erica looked up and then at her watch.

"You are early. Never mind, come and stand in front of the desk." She had a little smile on her face and a twinkle in those dark pools where ordinary people have eyes. If he had not been so anxious about having to ask to perform at this time then he might have seen the warning signs. He feared that she was not going to let him get off with a quick hand job and wanted him to suffer.

Pushing the door closed, quill walked to the front of the desk. The angle meant that his back was to the door and he did not see Erica look up at it and Alice who was trying to look through the narrow glass panel. Taking a deep breath, quill asked, "Mistress Erica, may this boy have your permission to masturbate." Red faced, he looked at her and waited.

"Take your cock and balls out, quill." He did, quickly unzipping his trousers and pulling them out. "Now make your cock erect." He was already almost there, a few strokes and it was standing proud. "Good boy. Now as you are a little early, you can remain like that for a moment. In fact it'll give me a few minutes to see what Alice wants. You did rather rudely stop her from coming in to see me. Now put your hands in your pockets and remain exactly where you are." 

Quill's eyes bulged but he did as he was told. Mistress Erica had warned him that she would test him from time to time, and if he failed, then she would have to consider letting him go. He expected her to get up and go to Alice outside. He was horrified to see her motion Alice to come in. She must have been looking through the glass panel. Did she see what he had done? Even from behind he thought it was obvious what had taken place. He heard the door open and knew that she had stepped into the room. Luckily she stayed by the door and gave his back a dirty look. He dared not turn around, frozen except for the blood that poured into his face. It burned red hot; all he could do was stare at the desk. Surely she could see that he was stood with his cock and balls hanging out. Surely he was now made of glass and she could see right through him. He could not hear what was said, the pounding of blood in his ears made him deaf to anything else till he heard his name being said. It was Erica and she had clearly said it more than once. She was telling him to apologise to Alice for pushing past her like he did.

Only turning his head a little to see Alice out of the corner of his eye, he mumbled, "Sorry Alice, I'm in a hurry, won't happen again."

"Come, come now, Mr. Thomas, I'm sure you can do better than that." Erica had control of the situation and was going to extract as much pleasure for herself and as much torment for quill as she could. "At least face Alice when you apologise." He saw the amused smile dance across her lips. He was trapped.

Turning only the top half of his body, quill looked again at Alice. He strained to keep his exposed cock out of her view, only realising he succeeded because she did not scream or point. He took a deep breath.

"I am sorry, Alice. I am in a hurry and did not want to be kept waiting any longer. Please forgive me pushing past you like that." He had no idea where this calm voice and precise apology had come from, but he was aware of the twitch his cock made, of the sensation of pre-cum moving through his cock, of the droplet forming, of it hitting Erica's desk. To him the noise was deafening as it splashed down.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Erica had seen it fall. She had cocked her head, smiled then looked towards Alice, quizzical at first then with the look of someone who had made a discovery.

"Hmmm." Was the answer he got back. Then, "You all right, John? You look a bit red."

"Fine, I'm fine, just a bit hot."

"Much better, John," Erica over emphasised his name. Making sure that he had heard her subtly use it in the submissive way she often said his slave name. It was not lost on him. He gasped. 

Alice shrugged and listened to Erica as she gave her instructions for that afternoon. And then she was gone, the door clicking shut. quill sagged.

Trying to stifle a laugh, Erica nodded at quill's groin. "I'm very impressed you managed to maintain your erection through that, quill. Do you wish to start wanking or shall I ask Alice back in to see the real reason you are so red."

Quill was almost beside himself. He felt weak. All his blood was either making his face red or his cock throb and strain. He glanced down and was startled to see just how hard he had become: the veins on the shaft stood out. He also saw for the first time the pre-cum that had leaked out. He expected a punishment. Oh no, surely his masturbation was going to be denied.

Erica was distracted by what had just occurred. She looked at quill, then toward the door and then at the droplet on her desk. She had found a lever into quill, something, or in this case, someone she could use to manipulate him, bend him to her will. She reached across the desk and used just the tip of her expensively manicured middle finger to wipe up the drop of semen. Only when the wet finger was about to be licked clean by her tongue did Erica look back up into quill's eyes. He nearly spurted across the desk. 

"That was interesting, quill, very interesting indeed." And with that, her finger was lost in her mouth as she made an exaggerated moaning sound as she tasted him for the first time. Quill whimpered and nearly spurted again.

Picking the phone up, she dialled, and, sitting back, looked quill in the eyes as she waited for it to be answered.

"Hello Yvonne, I'm nearly done here, how about you?" Her eyes did not leave quill's. He could tell she was enjoying this. Amusement flickered across her face as she listened to the person on the other end of the line. "Yes he is here." There was laughter in her tone, while quill panicked. Who was on the other end and how much did they know? Oh my God they know! 

"No he hasn't started yet. Hang on, I'll let him ask." Erica moved the phone away from her ear. "Are you going to ask for permission, quill?"

He gulped then whispered, "Please, Mistress Erica, please let me masturbate."

Putting the phone back her ear, Erica said, "Did you hear that, Yvonne? No, me neither." Holding the phone up and at him, he was asked again. "Are you going to ask for permission, quill? You'll have to speak up. I want Yvonne to hear you ask me."

"Please, Mistress Erica, please let me masturbate." His voice seemed loud, much louder than he meant it to be, but his need was too great.

The phone went back to her ear. "Did you get it that time, Yvonne?" A slight pause, then laughter. "Yes, it is amusing to hear them ask."

With a wag of her finger, Erica motioned to quill. "Very well, quill, you may start."

His hands were out of his pocket in a flash, with his right hand quickly grasping and then stroking his cock. All thought of the time and the fact that there was a full office just outside the door had gone. He did not want Alice back in the room, and he needed to stroke and reach orgasm. His body, no his cock , demanded it.

"You'll be here in a five minutes. OK. Looking forward to lunch, have a few things to tell you. Bye." Putting the receiver down, Erica flashed a smile and said, "My lunch date will be here soon, quill. Nice woman, I think you'd enjoy her company."

Mistress Erica grinned at him as he looked up. His whole body was shaking with his efforts. His breathing was hard and mainly through his nose as he performed. Erica was pleased with the effect of Alice's presence. While he had always been more than enthusiastic with his masturbating, there had been something missing and there it was right in front of her. Blind panic. The fear of being caught and the thrill of being caught. It was clearly an exciting combination to him and made a most interesting spectacle for her just before lunch. 

Quill started to shake as the orgasm built. 

"Please, Mistress Erica, please may I cum?" Quill's voice was high pitched now and breaking. He had nearly been seen by Alice and now another woman was due to arrive, one that had heard him ask for permission.

"Of course you can, quill, when I tell you." With that Mistress Erica pushed his glass to the edge of the desk. "Better have your glass ready, quill. Don't want any spills."


Office Submission Ch. 01



He grabbed it, only slowing for a second the frantic pace he had set up with his hand along the shaft.

"Ok, quill, I'll count you down, but remember to only cum when I say." She was drawing this out. He knew he had to control his spurt. "Ready, quill?" All he could do was nod. "Good boy. 10." 

His eyes widened in horror. Every other time she had counted down from five. Now she was making him wait even longer, but he was ready now, and her lunch date was on her way. Erica grinned at the look on his face and continued. "9..... 8..... 7..... 6..... 5" She had to bite her lips to stop the laugh as before she said 'five' his hand gripped around the base of his cock. It waved in the air as quill tried to control the spurt that had built up. The glass now covered the head of the cock. He had never been so ready to cum. "4..... 3..... 2..... 1....." 

Mistress Erica paused; quill looked up, mouth slightly open, his lips quivering. "Now, quill. Cum for me now." His hand released the grip and his cock twitched as it exploded and pumped a stream of semen into the glass, sprayed the side and flowed to the bottom. Quill squeezed his buttocks and pumped again and more semen shot out. His balls contracted at the effort. He wiped his finger across the end of his cock and looked pleadingly at Mistress Erica. 

"My, you were ready for that, quill. Now put it away and lick your finger." He did and the ritual had been completed. With his finger in his mouth he heard voices outside the door. Alice's he knew but another woman's voice was coming though the door as well. "Put the glass down and you may go, quill." As soon as the glass made contact with the desk, quill was away. He opened the door and, head down; not daring to look at the two women who stood outside the office he quickly went to his desk. Yvonne smiled at the retreating quill and said goodbye to Alice. 

The door remained open and quill risked a glance towards it and into the Erica's office. This new woman, this Yvonne, was already at Erica's desk and picked up the glass he had just spilled his seed into. She turned it round in her hand and then lowered it to look into it. She said something to Erica, the reply made her laugh. A nod of Erica's head towards quill and she turned and looked directly at him. She then lifted the glass as one would when saying cheers and then laughed again. Quill turned red. Putting the glass back down on the desk the two women left the office and started to walk towards the lifts. 

Quill decided to wait, not wanting to be in the same lift, especially after what Yvonne had just done. But she made a detour and walked over to his desk. He sat down and pretended to look busy, fixing his eyes on a blank piece of paper, making his situation seem all the more false. As he remained transfixed to the paper, a pair of hands, very nicely manicured hands of a woman in her prime, were placed either side of the paper. He had no option but to slowly raise his eyes. They saw the sleeves of her jacket, with just a hint of cuff showing, and on up to where the jacket was hanging open as she leaned into the desk. Her blouse, white (was it a kind of uniform for Dommes?), dipped allowing a perfectly good view down and inside of it. The white bra was lacy and almost sheer, her nipples dark shadows. Her breasts pulled together, but now hanging down, though restrained. The cleavage that the bra would give her would be delightful. 

Quill's mouth went dry. Finally he lifted his eyes away from this lovely sight he carried on upwards again to look into her large brown eyes. She smiled, knowing that she had allowed him a chance to glance her charms. He then took on the look of a rabbit in the lights of a car and stammered. She shushed him.

Yvonne picked up his name plaque, then slowly and deliberately read out his name. "John Thomas, how very appropriate, but I prefer quill myself." She put the name plaque back down, with an exaggerated movement to put it straight. Oh my god, she knew his slave name.

"I just want to say, quill, that I hope I did not bring your meeting with Erica to a premature end." With that she was gone, laughing as she went. 

The next day he tried to keep his head down, not wanting eye contact with anyone. He did not know who knew and who didn't. Every time he thought about it, he started to get an erection. Every time someone walked by and said something to him, he looked for hidden meanings. Just going to the photocopier was an exercise in relaxation, as the bulge in his trousers seemed ever present. Never mind stimulating his cock, his mind had been stroked by yesterday's events and now it needed release, it needed to cum. 

Alice had given him funny looks all day: funnier than usual. It was as if she was trying to work something out each time she came to his desk with more paperwork. He thought she was going to say something a few times and he dreaded what that question might be. Finally the day came to an end and most people had left. He was particularly pleased to see Alice go so he would not have to walk past her and into Mistress Erica's office. She had, in his mind, become a gatekeeper, one that he feared.

5:30 and he knocked on Erica's office door. A crisp 'Enter' came from within and he opened the door. She smiled warmly at him and the demons of the day disappeared. He stood in front of her desk, the door safely closed, hands behind his back, head bowed slightly. He waited for her attention and her permission to ask. 

"Quill, I've been looking forward to seeing you all day. I was very pleased with you and your obedience yesterday. I know Yvonne was impressed, but then quantity always impresses her." Quill reddened slightly, he knew exactly what she was talking about. 

Mistress Erica got up and came round to his side of the desk. She did not do this as rule and his heart started to beat faster. She half sat, half leaned against the desk just to one side of him. He could smell her perfume now and found himself going light headed. She looked into his eyes, and when she was sure she had his full attention, allowed her gaze to fall down stopping at his zip. The bulge in his trousers moved. 

"I think your cock is ready to come out, quill. So come on, get it and those balls out. Let me see just how pleased you are to be standing here with me." She continued to stare at his trousers, watched intently as he unzipped and reached inside to extract his cock and balls. Once out, he placed his hands back behind his back as he had been instructed on that first day. His cock stood proud. He had never been so erect this quickly before. But then the last 29 hours had not been like any other he had experienced.

"Well, quill, someone is eager to get started." A soft laugh followed. "Tell me, quill, did you like Yvonne? I know she liked you. I'll have to keep an eye on her, to make sure she doesn't try and steal you away."

"Ermmm, I ermmm, she seems very nice, Mistress Erica."

"I think you thought she was more than nice, quill. I saw you looking down her blouse, looking at her breasts. Where they pretty, quill? Did you want to touch them?" Quill blushed, his cock twitched and Mistress Erica laughed. "I think you did, quill. Maybe I'll loan you out to her for the day. Let her use you and report back to me what she thinks of you. Would you like that, quill?" His eyes bulged and he stammered. But all Mistress Erica did was laugh.

She looked him straight in the eyes again and said, "Now to the business in hand. Put your cock away, but make sure it is pointing up." 

"What, Mistress Erica? I haven't asked, I've not had my wank."

"Since when did you make the rules, quill? Who is in charge? Who?" Her face changed, it was no longer soft and kind, but hard and ruthless, her strong features emphasised by the look.

Quill gulped. He had never seen her quite like this. It was the change, the speed of it that put him off guard. "Sorry, Mistress Erica. You do, Mistress Erica. Please forgive me, Mistress Erica."

"Then do it." This was an order that was almost barked at him. "If I have to tell you a second time, then masturbation privileges will be withdrawn for at least a week."

Quill froze. That would be a disaster. He would never last a week without wanking. He had grown to need this release under her guidance each day. His hands sprang into action and he crammed his cock back in his trousers, then took a moment to ensure that it was sticking up in side of them. It was still very hard and pushed the material out. He was careful with the zip though. He did not want to have those teeth biting into it again.

"Better. Now put your hands on your head." He did. "Good boy, quill. I want you to look out of the window and nowhere else, no matter what. If you look anywhere else, even at me, then masturbation rights will be removed for a week." Mistress Erica had seen the flicker of concern when she made that threat a minute before and knew immediately that this was a threat that hit home. "Do you understand, quill?"

"Yes, Mistress Erica." Eyes firmly front, looking out of the window over the city skyline, quill waited.

Erica placed her hand on his cock. The heel of her palm against the head of his cock, the middle finger along the length of the shaft and a finger either side. She allowed him his little jump of surprise and then began to move her hand round in a small circle. The palm squashed the head against him, the fingers stroking his length. Even through the material of his trousers, she could feel it throb and pulse as she slowly massaged it. Quill finally let his breath out and tried to maintain control of the rising pressure. She had not touched him there before and how he wished that it was not through his trousers. In fact if she kept this delicious motion going he would spurt in his pants.

"Now, let's move on to Alice." Quill's eyes widened. Why, he thought, what has she got to do with this? Oh no, does she know? These thoughts played across his face. Erica read them and knew she had another handy weapon to use against him. "Don't you like Alice, quill?" she asked in her best innocent voice. "Judging by the spillage having her in the room yesterday caused, I think you like Alice a lot, quill." 

"I er, I er."

"Did you think I was going to punish you for that drop of pre-cum, quill? Did you?" Erica pressed a little harder against his cock. "If it ever happens again, quill, I will. But I'll let you off this time as it has opened a whole new area to be explored. Would you like me to explore your feelings toward Alice, quill?"

Again Erica's laughter came easily as he stumbled over the words and thoughts that had flooded his mind. She felt his cock pulsing. "Feels like you do, quill. Alice was very curious as to what was in the glass you left on my desk yesterday. She asked about it when she came in to the office in the afternoon. Do you think I told her what it was, quill? Do you think I said that it was your semen and that you jerk off for me everyday?" Her laughter peeled out as he went red and sweat formed all along his forehead. "Maybe I'll tell you another time just what I said, maybe." 

Did Alice actually ask, or was Mistress Erica just playing with him, forcing him to have those thoughts, ones that will not leave him now. Alice had been giving him funny looks all day. Oh my God, she knows. Quill whimpered.

Erica increased the force of the massage but slowed the circles down. He was getting close, she could feel it. She smiled at the position he was in, all hard and helpless. She had him in the palm of her hand, quite literally. 

"Push your hips out, quill. Push yourself against my hand." He obeyed and the pressure increased. The strain of not cumming was too much. The way her hand massaged his cock was too much. She studied his face; it was all there, the desire to please her but also the dread of cumming in his pants. Once again he was proving to be a delightful pupil.

"Are you ready to cum, quill?"

"Mmmmmm." Mumbling and furious nodding were all quill could manage. He strained and tightened all and any muscles he could to prevent the flood.

"OK, I don't want you thinking I'm a mean Mistress who only teases and does not allow her subbies release. You know the drill, quill; I'll count from five then tell you to cum. Ready?"

"But, I'm still in my pants, Mistress, I'll cum in them and make a mess."

"Yes you will." She pushed a little harder and slowed the circling just a little. "Besides I think it's time you tried to exercise more control, quill. I've see how you race to the point of no return then squeeze your cock so that you can spurt right on cue. Today it will have to be proper muscle control." The look of panic on quill's face made her stifle a laugh. She took a deep breath to compose herself and began.

"Five...... four...... three..... two...... one...." 

Quill gritted his teeth, tightened his buttocks. The five seconds felt like a life time. Nearly lost it at two, the point at which he would normally have gripped his cock tight. 

"Cum now, quill, spill your seed for your Mistress."

The shock of what he just heard nearly made him not cum at all. She had said 'your Mistress'. Was she telling him that she was accepting him? That he was truly going to be her submissive. The huge throb followed by the pulse that surged from his balls told him his cock still knew what was required, even if his brain had gone AWOL. A second and third pulse, less intense ensured that his sac was empty, transferring the stickiness against his skin. It felt terrible. He wanted to look at her, to see if he had not misheard, make sure he had not misunderstood. 

Mistress Erica's hand moved down his cock and, even through his trousers, she was able to get a good grip on his balls. She squeezed them firmly, making quill open his mouth, ready to shout in pain. 

"Two things, quill. First, do not clean the mess in your trousers till you get home. You will feel it go cold, feel how sticky it is. Remember that it was me who made you do this. And secondly, I think you caught what I said, your acceptance to the situation has to be sealed with a gift to me. What do I want? I want you to take photographs of yourself, naked photographs. Front view, side view, and kneeling in the most submissive way you can. I want you to have an erection in each picture, quill. As you are uncut, then I want pictures with the skin covering the head and pictures with the skin pulled back. I want them in my personal e-mail account by nine o'clock tomorrow morning, quill. See it as an act of trust from you to me." She squeezed his balls harder. 

"When I have them, I will decide what to do with them. Shall I keep them secret, or shall I let Yvonne or, better still, Alice see them?" She laughed at the look on his face, the horror of having his pictures shown around. Her grip became tighter, causing quill to gasp. "As I am in a generous mood today, you may wank tonight after you have taken the pictures." Erica finally let his balls go. "Now let me get my jacket on and your first action as my submissive will be to escort me to my car."

Despite the sticky mess and the dull ache in his balls, quill smiled, quill was happy.


Mr.Martinet would like to extend his thanks and appreciation to Sapphos Sister's for her editing, comments and patients. Thank you.



Office Submission Ch. 02



The office door had opened again and Alice had hurried, out giving quill a chance to have a quick glimpse inside. He'd been watching the comings and goings all afternoon. Erica had looked more and more agitated culminating with Maurice from accounts going into her room for a meeting. He had been sat opposite Erica, whose face was like thunder. He had been talking very animatedly. 

Alice had been kept busy, which meant she was in and out of her chair and in and out of Erica's office frequently. Each time she got up, she had to pull down and straighten her skirt, her very short skirt. Her long, slender legs moved with supple grace, the calves defined the thighs silky smooth. She had seen quill looking every time, his quick downward look had been late each time. His cheeks had turned red and he cursed himself for being caught again.

Between Alice and the office door, quill had done no work that afternoon. Lust and concern had repeatedly replaced each other in his thoughts; work had not entered his mind at all. It had been over three weeks since he had come under the tutelage of Mistress Erica and his daily routine had begun. A week since what was his first real test in having to break that routine. In all that time, the thought foremost in his mind, especially in the afternoons, was his masturbation. He craved it. He craved the routine, the process, being exposed, and performing in front of Mistress Erica. But today, the thought had not come; the craving had been diminished.

The phone on Alice's desk rang. She picked it up, looked up right at quill, answered a question, nodded, and put the receiver down. Alice got up, straightened her skirt, and looked at quill again. She walked over to his desk and stood in front of it, arms folded.

"Been enjoying the view, have you, John?" Quill blushed, looked down, and mumbled he had not looked. "Well, Erica wants you in her office right away." Quill leapt to his feet, causing Alice to take a step back and look at him in surprise. Quill immediately regretted what he had done and how it looked to the startled young woman.

After taking a deep breath, quill said, "Sorry," and moved round his desk, head down, past Alice. She just stared at his retreating back as he made his way to Erica's office.

Quill stood at the open door and looked in. Erica was behind her desk, studying some papers. Her face was all sharp angles as her eyes angrily devoured the words and numbers. 

Through gritted teeth and without looking up, she said, "Get in here." Quill's eyes widened and he took one step that took him in her office and within her field of domination. 

"Close the door." Erica's voice was harsh, a tone not to be ignored. Quill quickly closed the door, he responded automatically, without thought he was being drawn in, in more ways than one. "Good. Now come over here, my side of the desk." Her voice had mellowed a little, not much, but enough to make quill only seriously scared. 

He awkwardly stood by her chair he did not know which way to face or what to do with his hands. This close he could smell her perfume, he was intoxicated both nasally and mentally. His eyes wandered, her chestnut coloured hair shone, falling to her trade mark white blouse. At this angle, it seemed more open; his eyes continued their downward journey along the buttoned edge; one, two, three buttons where open, allowing her cleavage to breathe. Yes, "breathe" was the right word, as Erica took each breath, her chest rose up, the bra edge which was also visible seemed incapable of holding those glorious orbs of flesh in place. Then she breathed out, and they sunk back into their individual silken cups. Quill started to fall; he was going to fall into those fleshy orbs, those wonderful, silky, smooth, soft orbs of indescribable pleasure.

"Quill, stop looking at my tits." 

Erica's voice was loud in his dreamy ear; it snapped him back to reality. He looked at her face as she turned her head and looked at him; his mouth opened and closed. She had not seen where was looking just two seconds earlier, but she knew. Erica looked quill up and down, her dark eyes burned into him; he blushed.

"Strip."

Quill looked at Erica, then at the door, then at the room. "But, but........"

"No buts, quill." Her tone was hard. 

Quill had only ever been submissive in Erica's office when everyone else had gone home, and even then he had been dressed. To be naked, during work hours. His mouth opened and closed as words failed him; so many thoughts and fears ran through his head.

"I said 'strip'. Do it now, quill." She arched one eyebrow. "Do. It. Now." Erica opened the large bottom drawer of her desk pedestal. "Either your clothes go in here, or you go out the door." The threat in her voice was palpable. Quill gulped and took off his shoes. Each article was quickly removed and thrown into the drawer, with Quill getting more and more anxious. Naked, he stood, trying to cover himself.

"Turn round." Again he hesitated, then he remembers her threat, and he turned, facing the door, which could open at any moment. He'd be caught naked. 

"Put your hands behind your back, quill, I don't like you covering up." Quill heard a drawer being opened then the snap of a pair of handcuffs going round one, then the other, wrist. 

"Now get under the desk, quill. Hurry; how would it look for me to be found with a cuffed, naked man in my office?" Quill gulped, but the thought of being out of sight appealed. He fell to the floor and scrambled under the desk the best he could, barely giving Erica time to twist her chair out of the way.

The desk was large; the modesty board plunged to the floor. In a funny way, he felt safe in the semi-dark. With his hands behind his back, quill found it difficult to get comfortable under the desk. He looked out and saw Erica looking in; he smiled weakly and continued to squirm about.

"Put your back against the board. Now, bend your left leg and lift your knee high. Now bend the right and lay it on the floor, that's right, your foot can go under the drawers on that side." Grateful for the instructions, quill complied and found that he was able to hold the position with ease. 

"Now stay there, and no noise." With that, Erica's face moved up and away and her chair rolled into place. Her legs now under the desk with quill, the amount of room under there seemed small. Quill tried to move back and out of her way, but the board stopped him. The light reduced, and quill had trouble seeing what happened next. Erica slipped her feet out of their shoes and planted them on quill's naked body. 

The next fifteen minutes kept quill blowing out air as quietly as possible as Erica's feet pummelled, kicked, and rubbed every available part of his body. As the frustration and anger dissipated from Erica, the motion of her feet slowed and became less forceful. The occasional gentle rub was introduced in her repertoire of specialised foot massage that quill then received. 

The phone rang, and Erica stopped, placed her feet on quill's stomach, and answered. In his stomped state, quill only heard the pounding of his blood in his ears. He was sure that nothing had been hard enough to bruise, but he knew he was going to feel the effects for sometime afterwards. So it was with surprise that he heard Erica laugh and say his name. He guessed, no, hoped, she was talking to Yvonne. Not that he liked her, it would just mean that no one else knew of his submission. 

The phone went down, and Erica started to rub her feet over quill's body again. This time it was gentler, calmer. She felt her way around, felt just how his body felt. Her toes found his nipple; she pinched it, quill gasped, it was every bit as hard as if it had been done with a clothes-peg. He felt the toes release the nipple, extend, and then grasp it again. The gasp followed close on its tail. The next few minutes left quill breathless and his nipple sore.

The feet stopped and quill heard Erica ask, "What is wrong with Alice? She's looking through the glass, looking puzzled." Then more to quill she continued with, "Let's see what she wants, shall we, quill?" 

Quill did not know whether to answer or not. Then he had his answer.

"Best make sure you stay quiet, hadn't we, quill? Open wide."

Not sure what she had meant, quill was confused 'till he saw her foot approach his mouth. Wide-eyed, he felt her toes touch his lips and move as if looking for an opening. Quill then realised what was expected, and he opened his mouth. Erica's toes and part of her foot entered his dry mouth.

"Good boy. Now, suck gently and keep quiet."

Quill heard the door open as Erica had indicated for Alice to come in. The soft moan that escaped from his mouth was greeted with a kick in the stomach, and he fell silent.

"I... errr, I, errr..." Alice's puzzled voice sounded so close, she was now at the desk; just the thin modesty board was between Alice and a naked quill. Erica stifled a laugh as she felt his body stiffen. 

"I thought John was still in here, Erica." Alice finally said.

"Did you?" was the reply that gave nothing away. "What do you think of him?" Erica neatly turned the situation round, and in the process, took control. 

"I... errr, I don't know, had not really thought about it." Alice sounded a little flummoxed by the sudden question, then she rallied. "He's been watching me all day, though. Especially when I stand up." 

Erica gave a little smile and looked pointedly at Alice's short skirt. "Do you blame him?"

Alice laughed, a soft, relaxed laugh that came easily and rested comfortably in quill's ear; his cock twitched. Erica felt it with her foot, which she adjusted it so that the underside of her toes lay along the shaft. She moved it from side to side to slowly rub his hard cock. Quill started to suck harder on the foot in his mouth to control the feeling that had built up. Erica let out a very soft moan. Alice missed it in her laughter and the encroaching embarrassment as she thought about Erica's comment.

"I know, it is short and clinging. But I like it, as it shows my legs off," she confessed. "But it rides up when I'm sitting. I guess that's 'cos I can't sit still. Me mum use to say I had ants in my pants." 

Quill sucked harder still and felt his cock twitch beneath Erica's foot ministrations. 

"I have to pull it back down every time I get up, and John has been watching that all day." Alice shrugged as she said this as if it was an explanation.

"Do you think he likes you, Alice?" Erica's foot knew the answer; a cock never lies.

"I don't know; do you think he's a bit old for me?" Before Erica could answer, Alice continued. "What I do know is that he likes you, Erica. He must do, given the way he is always watching your office door." Then, moving in a bit and dropping her voice into conspiratorial tones, Alice continued, "But I think he's scared of you as well." She finished the sentence with a giggle.

Erica wiggled the toes in quill's mouth; what the other foot felt confirmed the statement was true.

"Interesting. I'll have to see if I can use that to my advantage." Erica joined in the girly giggle with Alice.

"Oh, here's the last of the papers." Quill heard the soft thud of the papers hitting the desk right above him. "And Maurice," even in his cave, quill heard the contempt in Alice's voice, "is waiting."

"Bet he has a small dick." Erica's remark was followed by both women laughing. Then the feet left quill, and despite the sogginess, the toes slipped back into the shoes. One push and she was gone. 

It was several minutes before quill realised he was alone, naked under a desk. His body finally started to send messages to his brain about being stiff and sore. He tried to relax but could not; every imagined noise would lead to him being found out. 

Finally the door swished against the carpet as it opened. Quill held his breath; was this Mistress Erica coming back? Please let it be her. He had no idea how long it had been since she left, but alone under the desk, each second had seemed like an hour. The foot-falls were wrong. Erica had a hard, strong stride, especially in her own office; these were soft and light. Quill froze.

The chair swivelled; long, silky legs came into view as their owner sat down. They swung round and edged under the desk. Quill's eyes popped as he tried to flatten himself against the modesty board, made all the harder by having his cuffed hands behind his back. The legs got closer, then they stopped. The flat shoes and the tight, short skirt was unmistakeable; he'd been looking at them all morning. Alice was seated in Erica's chair. The struggle to stay quiet, to breath even was almost too much. The click of fingernails on plastic keys gave quill the moment to let the air out of his lungs and compose himself. The noise stopped, had Alice heard him? The clicking started again.

The gentle sound of nail on plastic relaxed quill, which meant he could begin to control his breathing, and started to take in the view of Alice's legs. Those long, shapely, slender legs. It took a moment for him to realise that Alice was swinging them from side to side. Not a lot, just a small rocking motion. With her feet planted on the ground, the movement meant she had to push causing her calves to tighten at the top of each swing. The muscle became defined; the clean line along the smooth skin made quill forget where he was and the position he was in. 

Quill's eyes started to wander along the leg, up higher to the knees. The knees that opened slightly as she swung. No, they opened wider now. Alice squirmed in the chair, and her knees opened more. The gentle clicking continued to soothe and become the background to quill's thoughts as his eyes rose further. The skirt had risen up as it had all day. The knees opened more as Alice continued to swing from side to side. Her thighs looked milky white against the black leather of the chair. Quill wanted to moan with pleasure.

Alice stopped typing; she shuffled to the edge of the chair. The skirt had risen so high now that the leather seat was against bare skin at the top of her leg. Quill swallowed hard. As Alice swung, her legs opened ever so slowly more and more. Eyes transfixed, quill knew that in a few more swings he would know the colour of her panties. The movement of papers gave way to the soft click of plastic again. This was the catalyst for Alice to swing her legs even more.

Open-mouthed quill finally saw, not the colour of Alice's panties, but wispy blonde hair. Alice was pantiless. The vision came and went out of sight as she passed across quill's eye line. A glimpse of lip, dark and crinkly, was at the bottom of the blonde 'V'. A drop of pre-cum made its way along his shaft after oozing out of the opening. The vision passed again, and quill stifled a whimper.

"Alice?" Erica's voice sounded puzzled. There had been no sound of the door opening; Alice must have left it open.

"Oh, hi. Sorry had to use your computer; the system is playing up again. Needed to put some meetings in your calendar and could not access yours from mine." Alice had stopped swinging now. Her legs were open right before quill's popping eyes. "Hi, Yvonne. Finished now." She started to get up.

Quill could hear the amused tone in Erica's voice as she asked, "Do you like my chair? My desk?"

Alice giggled and continued to rise. Her hands automatically pulled her skirt down, and the vision was gone.

"S'OK." It was Alice's turn to sound puzzled. "Mind you, the leather makes my skirt ride up more than mine." She made to pull it down again, even though there was no need. Quill had been holding his breath since the door had opened; watching Alice as she wiggled her hips again almost made him gasp. The motion was fluid; his cock twitched.

Alice moved to the side and away; quill could hear the voices, but the thumping in his ear drowned it out as he started to calm down. The danger had passed. A few deep breaths and quill felt relaxed enough to listen more closely to what was happening. The swish of the door meant Alice had left.

"What was all that about?" Yvonne inquired. The look on her face had a smirk about it; she knew Erica well enough to know when something was happening.

"Over here," Erica gestured with her head to the desk. "I've got something to show you."

The chair was moved back, and two sets of legs appeared in its place. Erica's bare, shapely ones were joined by trouser-covered ones with bright red court shoes. The flash of dark skin between the shoe and material only confirmed to quill what his ears knew: Yvonne had arrived.

"Take a look under the desk," Erica invited Yvonne, "I think you'll be amused." Quill gulped at the bending trousered legs as Yvonne squatted down.

The peal of laughter from Yvonne proved Erica right. 

"Hello, quill." None of the amusement had gone from Yvonne's voice. "Fancy finding you here." Her eyes, which had looked him dead in the eyes, had quickly moved along his naked body to settle on his erect cock.

Yvonne's gaze made quill feel very uncomfortable; if he had had the room, he would have squirmed. She was clearly appraising him; no, she was appraising his cock. Finally she turned her head to Erica. From the gloom under the desk, the soft light of late afternoon from the window highlighted the whites of her eyes and her perfect teeth contrasted even more against her delicate ebony skin.

"Quill's cock looks even cuter in the flesh than it does in those pictures you circulated," Yvonne grinned. Quill's eyes popped open at the fact that the pictures Erica had demanded of him had been passed round. Well, at least to Yvonne, but who else had copies?

"Can I have a go?" 

"By all means. But not too rough; I know you, Yvonne." 

"You're such a spoilsport, Erica; I've never broken one yet." 

"Yes, but not for the want of trying."

Yvonne had stood up by then, and she sat again in the office chair, scooting forward until her legs were right under the desk. Her feet eased out of their red shoes to reveal bright red nail varnish on the end of ten light ebony toes. Before quill could draw breath, her left foot was on his chest, pushing him back against the modesty board and making him feel even more trapped because of the handcuffs, then right on his cock. She pushed it hard against his body, roughly, not gently or, dare he say, lovingly like Erica had earlier. The circling motion of the right foot was harsh and demanding. 

It was after only a minute that Yvonne changed the position of her foot so that the sole was on the shaft, then she rolled it hard against Quill's lower stomach. For the next five minutes quill felt brutalised, while moans of appreciation came through the desk form Yvonne to quill. It merely added to the violation he felt.

"OK, times up." Erica had grown impatient with Yvonne; as much as she liked her, she knew she had to reel her in before she did any real harm.

"Aww." Yvonne pouted but stopped. Quill's cock was grateful. She slipped her feet back into her shoes, the imagery was not lost on quill. A quick push and Yvonne had gone back far enough to stand. Her head reappeared in quill's vision, grinning, those white teeth framed by red lips on a soft brown face, so lovely, belied the cruelty quill now knew Yvonne was capable of inflicting. 

"Thanks, quill. And it is a very cute cock," she laughed. "So, can I borrow him? I'm always getting wound up, and that was sooo relaxing, very therapeutic. What do you say, quill? Like to spend the afternoon under my desk?" 

"Yvonne, time to go." Erica's voice was firm. "We'll talk about it another time." 

Quill gulped; Erica had not said "no". Was he to be passed around like his photographs? The initial shock gave way to excitement. Was he just an object for her amusement and the amusement of her friends? Was he to be used for their pleasure, was this what submission meant? His head was full of confusion, full of questions, full of possibilities. 




Office Submission Ch. 02



It was several seconds before quill realised that Erica was seated again and her feet were out of her shoes. He winced as her feet touched him; Yvonne's foot play had left a certain area very tender. Erica pulled back and approached again, slowly, gently; quill relaxed and allowed her feet to begin explore his body again. Somehow it was better this time, especially after Yvonne's toes had done their worst. 

Quill was soon lost in his own thoughts. Time had no meaning, so he froze when he heard the knock on the door.

"Come," Erica's voice cut through the air. The door swished on the carpet.

"I've finished the photocopying Erica," Alice said. "They're on my desk, ready for the morning." She hesitated in the doorway.

"Thanks, Alice. Was there something else?"

"Well, yes; John has not been back all afternoon. I think he's skived off."

"John! I doubt that; he'll just be getting under someone's feet somewhere." Erica placed her foot on quill's cock and felt it throb. 

"I'll be off now; see you tomorrow."

"OK, and thanks again. Sorry you had to stay late."

What time was it? Quill had no idea. Time was meaningless under the desk. Erica's feet continued their exploration; quill's body succumbed, and again, time evaporated.

"Get out." This was said sharply, and once again quill was snapped back to reality; it had become a habit that day. 

Erica pushed herself back in her chair, then she smiled as she watched quill struggle from under her desk. She made no attempt to help despite his obvious need; the cuffed hands behind the back only added to the difficulty. Having been in that cramped space for a couple of hours, quill's legs were stiff and like jelly at the same time. He finally stood unsteadily and leaned against the desk. His bottom felt the edge of the desk as it pushed into the cheeks; his hands rested on the surface. 

"That's better, isn't it, quill?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Stay there and open your legs." Quill opened his mouth to let out a gasp, but he did as he was told. "Wider, quill, I want those balls of yours to hang free," Erica laughed. Quill blushed as she laughed and unashamedly stared at his cock and balls.

Erica reached out and took hold of the cock, it rested in the palm and her fingers slowly wrapped around it. He looked down and held his breath as her elegant fingers encased his blood-engorged member. This had been the first time she had held him, the first time he had felt her hand against his cock. He felt the feeling build, he throbbed, and.....

"Don't, quill. Control it. I have not given permission to spurt." Erica squeezed the shaft. "I have not finished with you yet."

Quill froze as her words hit him with their possible meaning, and to resist the rising tide he closed his eyes.

"Look at me, Quill. Never blank me out."

Quill opened his eyes slowly and straight into those dark pools that could read his soul. He felt weak but at the same time he found strength, more mixed emotions; was this how his existence would be now? The fingers round his cock tightened their grip. The urge passed. Quill took a deep breath as he found the control required.

"Good boy," Erica smiled, eased her hold, and flashed her eyes, knowing she had him just where she wanted him. "I am very pleased with you, quill. You gave me what I needed today. Release for the frustration. That odious little man drives me mad with his pointless accounts and reports." Erica had increased her grip again as she talked. Quill winced.

Erica looked down as he made the noise to see the head of the cock bulging from out of her hand.

"Oops." The smile returned, but the tight grip was only released slowly. A gentle laugh was present in Erica's voice as she looked back up at quill. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, Mistress." Quill lied.

"Well I think you deserve a little treat, quill. Would you like that, quill?"

A treat; all quill could do was nod.

Erica laughed, her shoulders shook, and quill caught a glimpse down her cleavage for the second time that day. Her breasts moved perfectly in time with the laugh. Could it get any better than this?

"Now keep still, quill." 

A final smile as her eyes looked deep into quill's then Erica looked down slowly, deliberately. Then her head moved towards her hand that held his cock. Quill's eyes widened as he saw what was about to happen, what she was going to do. His cock twitched. Erica laughed.

"I see that your cock is impatient, quill. It wants to meet me half way." 

Quill mumbled, not knowing what to say or do.

Erica held the shaft a little firmer, controlled it, then with a final look up to quill, she pursed her lips and gently kissed the head.

Quill had no idea why he didn't spurt across the room. The thought of Mistress Erica placing her lips on his manhood was one he had harboured almost from their first meeting, but had not dared imagine that it would ever happen. And there it was, right before his unbelieving eyes, the soft touch of those full lips. Her breath, hot, just a second before the lips sealed ever so briefly the connection between the two sensitive areas. The veins on quill's cock throbbed, his balls tightened and he became more alive than he had been at any stage in his life.

"Now, quill, I think we need to have a little talk about Alice." Erica closed her fingers around the cock and started to stroke the shaft as she settled back in her chair. "How did she not know you were under there?"

"I, I ermmm, I..." The stroking was so distracting quill could not collect his thoughts. His breathing grew heavier, louder, as he fought to quell the surge that had started to build.

"Control it, quill." Erica did not alter her speed or grip. "You have you learn to control the feeling."

"Yes, Mistress." Quill managed to gasp out. "But.... But...."

"Look at me, quill." This was an order, he knew it. "You will control it."

Quill looked into those dark eyes. They consumed him, there was nothing else in his world, he forgot all about the surge as he fell further into them. His breathing became even; his erection remained strong. Without thinking, quill pushed his hips out slightly. Erica's eyes flashed at this movement, but this was her only reaction. 

"Good boy." Erica kept the even stroke going. "Now, back to my question: how did Alice not know you where under the desk?"

Now that he was under control, quill could feel Erica's hand on his cock, but felt detached from it.

"I er, I er don't know, Mistress, she did not pull the chair in far, Mistress." He had not moved his eyes. Erica's eyes bore into him. The look, the stroking; quill was defenceless.

"I can see that, quill. She was perched on the edge of the seat when I arrived." A small smile crossed her face. "I don't think she can sit on my chair, not properly. It would be like taking my place, and she can't do that." Erica laughed. "Sitting like that, in that short skirt, you must have copped an eyeful, quill. Did you, quill? Did you get a good look of those long, slender legs, quill?"

After a gulp, quill agreed with a nod. The sight of Alice's legs came back to him, despite the stroking and grip, quill's cock twitched. Erica flashed her eyes at quill and smiled again.

"Did her skirt ride up, quill?" He nodded. 

"Did she open her legs, quill? Did she open her legs for you quill?" He gulped, twitched and nodded. 

"Did you see her knickers, quill? What colour where they?" 

Quill hesitated. "I er.... I errr. I didn't Mistress." 

Too late. Erica's hand released his shaft, the thumb and forefinger formed a circle where the scrotum joined the body. She squeezed and pulled down in a single motion. The other fingers closed round the testicles which where now in a tight sack of skin. Once in place the fingers that had been so gentle displayed their other side and squeezed. Erica's eyes flared as she tightened the power grip.

Quill pulled on the cuffs, his arms strained. His mouth open, eyes bulging.

"Never, ever, lie to me quill. Never, ever, hold anything back." There was venom in Erica's voice. "Did. You. See. Her. Knickers?" Each word said slowly, punctuated with a squeeze of his now aching balls.

"No Mistress." Erica was now crushing his balls. "She...she was..... not wearing any."

"Not wearing any, quill? Are you sure, quill?" Her fingers kept their grip.

"Yes, Mistress." Quill managed between gasps.

"Well well, the naughty girl," Erica laughed. Her grip loosened to excruciating. "So tell me, what you did see?"

Able to breath again quill started "Alice's pubic hair is wispy, Mistress."

"What colour is Alice's private garden, quill?" Erica gave a small smile as she asked this, seeing quill's pleasure and discomfort in his face. She took hold of the shaft again and began to stroke it again. Quill sagged slightly as a dull ache replaced the sharp pain.

After a deep breath, the warning about lying still fresh, quill spoke the truth. "I'm not sure, Mistress, the light was behind and made the area dark, Mistress, but I think it is blonde. Sorry, Mistress."

"I understand, quill." Erica's hand continued its stimulation of the shaft; quill's control was being tested. "Now, what else did you see, quill?"

Again quill needed to breathe deeply before speaking; control was not natural to him. There had been many lessons this afternoon; he did not want to disappoint again; he knew his balls would not survive another power grip.

"Her lips are dark and crinkly, Mistress. They poke only a little bit out of her neat slit, Mistress." Quill blushed, he did not know why, but thinking about Alice and describing her pussy, the fact she did not know that he had seen it seemed to make him go redder.

Erica watched the blush form, felt the slight twitch of the cock. "Good boy." This was aimed at the cock more than at quill. 

A slight rotation of the hand was introduced by Erica; she also loosened her grip so that she could now feel the veins along his shaft as her fingers travelled its length. At last, quill started to enjoy the stroking; the strange numbness the forced control had caused faded away. He throbbed.

Long deep breaths, that was how to control the rising tide; quill had learnt a lesson. Erica was a good teacher. He had been subjected to a different and stressful afternoon, one that would have had him having a comfort wank just weeks ago, yet here he was: erect, throbbing, being given the best hand job ever, and he was controlling it, allowing the feeling to fill him, but not allowing it to overwhelm him. Somehow it felt natural to be naked and controlled by a clothed woman. Quill's submission was taking hold. It was no longer a game, it was becoming real.

Erica stood up, not missing a beat in her stroking. She looked right into his eyes; her perfume filled quill's nostrils; he sighed. Her face was inches from his; her eyes filled his vision and his mind.

"I think you have held back long enough, quill. I want you to spurt. You will spurt when I tell you to." 

"Yes, Mistress."

"Five..... four...... three..... two..... one..... Now." At that precise moment, Erica used her thumb and forefinger to squeeze the shaft just below the head. The ball sac tightened, the muscles flexed but quill did not spurt. The lack of conclusion, lack of ejaculation stunted the orgasm. Quill grunted and his body sagged.

"It's a bummer, isn't?" Erica smiled as she studied the puzzled; no, frustrated, look on quill's face. "Ruins the orgasm, doesn't it? Don't want you spurting all over the floor, do I?" Her grip remained tight. "Now, let's see how much juice you have for me today, quill."

Erica cupped her other hand under the swollen head of quill's cock and eased her grip slightly. A drop formed in the slit, and Erica watched intently as it dropped into her cupped hand. Bit by bit she released his offering into her hand, always controlled, and a pool formed. Finally opening her finger and thumb completely, the cock, now limp, gave up its last drop. Erica let it go, almost disdainfully, its usefulness gone.

Erica dipped a finger in the semen, looked up at quill, smiled and sucked the thick, sticky juice off. Quill gasped, eyes wide; it took her a minute to slowly pull the finger back out.

"Have you been eating spicy food, quill?"

"Yes, Mistress. A curry last night," He answered.

"Don't. It makes you taste horrible." Erica licked her lips and pulled a face of disgust. "If you must have one, you ask for permission first. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Submission became easier and easier.

"And drink pineapple juice. It makes it taste sweet." Erica dipped a finger in the semen again. "Now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Quill did as he was told. Erica coated it with his juice.

"Now, put it away." Quill retracted his tongue in and closed his mouth. His semen tasted awful. 

She lifted her hand and rubbed the remaining semen all over his face; his eyes, nose, and lips all covered. As a final act, Erica rubbed her hand clean in two long sweeps across his chest. He had closed his eyes as her hand touched his face; he opened them again, and the semen, so thick, formed strings from his eyelashes, blurring his vision.

"Don't wash it off 'till the morning quill." He nodded; he did not want any more of the juice in his mouth. "Now, turn round."

Quill felt the cuffs being unfastened and the clunk as they dropped into a drawer.

Erica walked to the door as quill rubbed his wrists. She opened it and left without looking round. 

The humming of a vacuum cleaner outside told quill to get dressed quick before the cleaner reached Erica's office.



Mr.Martinet would like to extend his thanks and appreciation to copperskink for his editing and comments. 

Thank you.



Office Submission Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Quill makes a splash

From his desk, quill can see into Erica's office, or more precisely he can see Erica sitting at her desk. He does not know but, she has arranged it like this, when the main office had been refurbished she had designed the layout of the desks outside her office. With foresight she had a desk placed in such a position that she could see who ever is sitting at it and they could see her. It has remained empty for nearly a year before she had chosen a submissive, sorry a member of her staff, who would occupy it. Quill had been fortunate in bumping into Erica in, how did she describe it 'that awful night club that has a dreadful BDSM night every month'. And there he sits John Thomas or quill as she has named him, trying to look at her without her knowing. 

It is unusual for her to leave the door open and it becomes apparent to him that Erica is oblivious to the fact and that he is only pretending to work while watching her every move. She gets up and moves out of view, then returns a moment later with a steaming cup, her mid morning coffee. He knows her office habits, but she knows a lot more about him, he has confessed everything to her, he has no option she knows how to make him talk, make him divulge his secrets. His daily masturbation routine, now he thought about it, has changed subtly over the weeks. Erica now joins him as he stands cock out, in front of her desk. She now takes control of his stroking and teases his cock by gently sliding her hand up and down the shaft and then the questions begin. Within a week of this change she knew everything, he is helpless he is putty in her hands, if putty is a blood engorged penis that is on the verge of exploding. 

Erica needlessly smoothes her skirt as she stands by the chair, the coffee cup brought to her lips, a gently blow to send a puff of steam floating up then her lips purse as they touch the edge of the cup and a sip of the hot liquid washes over them. Quill is jealous of that cup. She gracefully slips into her chair, places the cup on the desk and looks directly at quill. 

The flash of her eyes and the warm smile on her face ensures quill does not look away. She does not mind him looking, welcomes it then slowly licks her lips with the tip of her tongue. Quill's 'rabbit in the headlights' look would have made people wonder what he is doing, if his co-workers cared to look at him. They do not, he is not significant enough, he is just the weirdo that Erica uses to do the boring jobs about the office. 

Erica places her middle finger in her mouth, sucks it, then traces a line down, over her chin, down her neck, she lifts her head at this point to give quill a better view of its path. Erica's finger continues down, the open white blouse displays the top of her cleavage and the finger disappears between the soft, slightly tanned orbs. Her gaze holds quill as she mocks not being able to pull the finger out and looks at him in surprise. Quill's eyes nearly pop out. 

His phone rings, he grabs at it, not wanting anyone to look his way, to silence the harsh disturbance upon the gentle world that engulfs him. 

"Hello quill. Enjoying the show?" 

He did not noticed her other hand remove the receiver and dial his number, only now does he see the hand piece next to her ear. His mouth moves up and down, but no sound comes out. The laughter is gentle on the other end of the phone. 

"Well, are you or aren't you?" 

"I ermmm, I ermmmm." Is all quill can manage. He knows it is Erica and that she has known he has been watching. It is so unfair that she is able to read him like this, to know what he would do in any given situation and to then toy with him. He feels like a little boy who is caught peeping in on his sister. Oh my god, did she know about that as well, he could not remember what secrets he has spluttered out during his daily routines recently, now that Erica teases and strokes his cock during those sessions his only thoughts have been on the wonderful feeling that she is generating, everything else is a blur. 

Erica finally removes her finger from between her breasts and now fondles and squeezes them while pouting her lips, her eyes smoulder, then she slowly licks the red lipstick and makes it wet. 

"Do you have an erection quill?" 

Taken by surprise at the question, quill looks down. Erica shrieks with laughter. 

"Oh my god quill, could you not tell? Did you have to have a look to make sure?" Her laughter is loud it fills his ear and then his head. He blushes. 

The sudden noise alerts Alice, who has been sitting at her desk just outside Erica's office, head down, oblivious to what is happening between Mistress and submissive. She lifts her head, swivels on her chair and looks towards Erica's office, but can not see in from the angle even through the open door. Then as she turns back her eyes catch quill, his red face making her stop and stare. 

"Is Alice looking at you quill? Did she hear me laughing at you?" Mortified quill looks towards Alice and if possible blushes more. She is staring at him he does not know what to do. Does she know as well? That is silly, he is on the phone. All he can do is stare back. 

"Quill! Quill!" The voice has authority, it rings through his head. "Stop staring at Alice and look at me." He does. Alice frowns and tries to look in Erica's office again, her curiosity peaked. 

"Good boy." He feels small again. Erica has made him feel this way many times lately, it is part of the process, it is part of the control she has over his submission. He knows that he is the victim of behavioural control. Erica has induced the feeling of being that small boy who is deeply ashamed of what he has done and the fact that he has been found out doing it. She only says "good boy" when he has confessed a secret he has tucked away, something deeply humiliating, something he has not confided to another soul. 

"Alice is wearing that short skirt again today, isn't she quill? You know the one. The one she has to keep pulling down, because it rides up and shows those long legs and supple thighs. The one you looked up quill, the one you told me you looked up quill." Erica's voice has become soft and husky in his ear. "Is your cock still hard quill? Is it throbbing? Do you want to feel her soft pussy slowly sliding down it quill?" 

Quill gulps his head feels like it is going to explode. Eyes wide he just looks at Erica, all his will power has drained away, he is completely at her mercy. 

"Good boy." He feels reassured by her tone and words. She is in total control and he is grateful. Quill starts to calm down, the buzzing in his head has died away, but the need between his legs has not. He risks a quick glance at Alice who is still looking at him, he would have sworn she knew what Erica has just said and worse still the effect it has had on him. In that brief moment all he can think about is her pussy sliding down his cock. He gulps again. 

"I want you to do something for me quill. Think of it as a little treat for being a good boy." 

"Yes Mistress." Quill whispers this, even covers the mouth piece, not wanting anyone else to hear him utter those words. While he adores being her submissive, he is afraid of others knowing, it is yet another little secret he has which she can use against him. 

He could see Erica smiling, being amused by his actions. He knows it will be exploited by her. She is exercising her control over him more and more; he has no option but to do her bidding, she just knows too much and how to use it for maximum effect. 

"I want you to go to the toilets and masturbate. On the way there you will pick up one of those plastic cups from the water cooler. You will spurt into it and bring it back to me. Understand quill?" 

"Yes Mistress." Quill replied in a whisper. 

"You have 10 minutes. Just 10 minutes to be stood in front of my desk with the cup containing your semen. Understand quill?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

A moment passes, quill looking at Erica. Erica raises an eyebrow. "Time is ticking quill, why are you still on the phone?" 

Flustered, quill slams the phone down, and then looks in horror at Erica. She just shakes her head and points at her watch to indicate that time is running out. Another glance at Alice confirms that she is still looking at him and clearly puzzled. He stands up and immediately remembers his erection, turns to try and hide it from Alice while pushing it down. Alice stares open mouthed at his antics. Erica laughs. 

Half walking, half running quill makes it to the water cooler without bumping into anyone else, only to find Yvonne filling a cup. She looks up and smiles at him, her perfect teeth framed by her blood red lipstick. Then her eyes wander all over him, undressing him, taking in every detail, he always feels abused when she does this as he remembers being naked under the desk as she pummelled him with her feet. His cock throbs. 

"Nice bulge quill." She flashes her eyes as she says it and which makes quill feet dirty. "What's the rush? Need to satisfy the bulge do you?" Amusement written all over her face. 

He does not need this, not now, but he also knows he cannot be rude, Yvonne is Erica's friend and confidante as well, there is nothing Yvonne does not seem to know about him. He sags, defeated; he is going to have to take the humiliation she always dishes out to him. 

"I need a cup Yvonne." Her eyes focus on him, her face hardens. "Ma'am, sorry Ma'am. I need a cup Ma'am." quill splutters. 

"That's better quill." Yvonne's look softens. "In a hurry, with a bulge, needing a cup." she laughs. "There is only one reason for that. Erica's sent you to go and jerk-off and bring her back the evidence." Her whole face lights up as she laughs. "If I wasn't late for a meeting I'd insist on giving you a helping hand quill. Would you like that?" 

What can he say? Yes and he is condemned to allowing her to masturbate him at some future date and she is bound to make sure he does, but would she tell Erica. No and she would be annoyed and definitely tell Erica he has been rude and uncooperative, he has no idea what punishment would result from that. 

He takes a large gulp. "Yes Ma'am that would be very nice." 

"Good boy." Yvonne said this just like Erica, he feels like a small boy. The conditioning is not only working, but extending to others as well. Worst still it has extended to Yvonne. His cock twitches, another side effect of the conditioning. 

"Thank you Ma'am." The response is automatic, he does not even think about it. 

Yvonne leans into him, her perfume fills his nose, she smells wonderful and despite himself he feels his cock twitch and throb as if it has a mind of its own. He senses rather than sees her bust rise and fall with each breath she takes, her blouse open a button more than it should be. He is falling. 

"I'll ask Erica to allow you to present yourself to me later in the week and I'll help you with that bulge." Her laugh is soft and menacing all at the same time. 

She pulls away. "Now let me help you with the cup." She takes one from the stack and places it under the tap. "A little bit of water in here will help to keep the semen fluid and make drinking it easier." Smiling, she allows a few drops into the cup. 

"Thank you Ma'am." quill takes the cup from Yvonne's hand, she does not let go immediately, making him look up and into her eyes. Her brown face with those shiny blood red lips just inches away, her brown eyes looking deep into his soul, once again her perfume fills his senses. Despite all his misgivings at that moment he would allow her to devour him, use him, abuse him. And then she has gone, he gazes at the back of her as she turns the corner and wonders what might be. 

Suddenly he remembers what he must to do. Quill rushes off towards the toilets, holding the cup carefully as the small amount of water starts to splash around. Yes he thinks a good idea having the water, it will keep it fluid and make the drinking of it easier as semen is sticky and clings to surfaces. It then struck him, drink it? Yvonne just assumed he would be drinking it. That possibility has not occurred to him in fact Erica has never made or even asked him to drink his own semen. He has come to a standstill as this thought races through his mind. The door to the men's room to his right opens and Phil, Yvonne's PA nearly bumped into him. 

"Sorry John." He mutters head down; he too is holding a water cooler cup. He places his hand over it as soon as he realises it is John and turns quickly away, towards Yvonne's office. "Got to get this drink to Yvonne." 

"Ermmm, Phil, she was just at the water cooler and was heading the other way." Quill volunteers and gives a jab with his thumb in the opposite direction that Phil has started to go. 

"Shit, shit." Phil turns quickly and smiles weakly at quill before scurrying off in the direction he indicated. Quill watches the back of Phil as it heads away. Oh my god he thought, Phil is Yvonne's sub, here is a man that everyone agrees has twice the testosterone of a normal bloke, she has him wanking into cups as well and running around like a scared rabbit. Or is he just being paranoid, he may just be in a hurry, he might have got the water first, it might be totally innocent and yet. 

Pushing the door to the gents open, quill is relieved to see it is empty and goes into the cubical at the far end. With the door shut firmly behind him he places the cup on the closed toilet lid and undoes his trousers. Despite the distraction of Phil he is pleased to find his cock still semi hard and a few strokes has it at optimum. He is about to relax and have an enjoyable wank thinking about what Erica has said and told him to do and despite the fact he feels he should not like Yvonne the thought of having her long brown fingers with those deep red nails round his cock is a delicious idea. A thought strikes him, he looks at his watch. Bugger his ten minutes are nearly up. He strokes as hard and as fast as he can, fear now being the driving force. Thirty seconds later he spurts semen into the cup, squeezes his cock like a tube of toothpaste to get every last drop out. It does not look like much, the creamy grey fluid bobs in the water at the bottom of the cup. Panic stricken he hauls his trousers back up, his shirt not completely tucked in but rushing, knowing he has to, knowing he has disappointed. 

He now knows how Phil felt, scurrying along the corridor back to Eric's office, hand over the cup feeling it slosh around and occasionally wet his palm. He turns the corner and even from this angle sees the door is open, Alice is not at her desk on guard duty. A blessing not to have to think of an excuse to get past her to see Erica. Not having to be deceitful to that pretty face. 

A few more strides and he bursts into Erica's office heads for her desk, already the apology is forming on his lips when he sees the look of mild amusement on her face, then follows her eyes as she looks to the side and sees Alice standing there. 

"Yes John?" Erica tilts her head as she speaks, the amusement dancing across her eyes, quill has to make an effort to turn back to her, the sight of Alice shuts down his brain although his mouth continues to move up and down on its own. A slightly strangled noise finally emerges. 

"What is so urgent you have burst in and interrupted Alice and me?" 

Quill still cannot speak, he just looks back from Erica to Alice , who now has a look of concern. 

"I errrrrr, errrr." The words catch in his throat he coughs, splutters, coughs again. The apology, the begging for mercy, the imploring, the promise of doing anything for forgiveness does not fit the scenario he has before him. Again he looks towards Alice . 

"You OK John?" Alice 's voice is soft, it flows over him. "You'd best have a drink of that water." 

"What?" He finally finds at least one word. 

"The water in the cup, the one you are holding." Alice offers even more help and points to his hand. 

Quill looks down at it, as if seeing it for the very first time. The water is a grey mush it definitely has a sticky quality to it. From the cup he looks up at Erica, she arches one eyebrow, he is lost he has no idea what to do. He coughs again as the words fail to come out. 

"Think you'd better do as Alice says John." He is not sure, but a thought hits him, she has not told him to drink, she has told him to obey Alice . 

He looks at the contents of the cup again, then up at Alice . She nods and smiles to encourage him to obey her, to drink the contents. Does she know what is in the cup? Is that smile one of triumph as he obeys and taste's his own semen. He gulps and looking at Alice puts the cup to his lips. She nods again. He tilts the cup and the sticky fluid slowly makes its way to his lips. Opening his mouth he accepts it, allows it to slide in, feel's it cover his tongue on its way to his throat. The taste is strange, neither pleasant nor unpleasant. It is the taste of yet another barrier going down as he falls deeper into submission, a taste he knows will become familiar to him. 

"Does that make you feel better John?" Erica is speaking, he turns and nods. He realises there is more than just the physical aspect to her question, there is an emotional side, made all the more meaningful as it has been asked in company. All questions of submission so far have been in private, this has been in front of another, even if they did know it. Another barrier comes crashing down. 

Quill lowers the cup a quick glance tells him he has drained it. He looks at both women the expectant look on their faces puzzles him. Then he realises he needs to speak, to explain his presence. His brain refuses to function it really has only one thought, one he dare not vocalise with Alice present. All he wants to say is 'what shall I do next Mistress.' Erica comes to his rescue. 

" Alice was telling me about the night club on the High Street. The one that has a BDSM evening once a month. Have you been to it John?" Amusement dances across Erica's eyes. What has she told Alice? "Alice tells me she has been a few times now and," Erica stops at that point and looks at Alice who is open mouthed in horror that she reveals this nugget of gossip. "And says she enjoys it." The soft laugh is one quill knows well, it is the one Erica uses when she has her victim, him, dangling, not knowing what is coming next. "So have you been John?" 

"I errrr, I've errr been just the once." Quill mumbles and looks down as he replies. Despite the situation, he can not lie he has to tell the truth. 

Alice's face relaxes. "Really?" Her curiosity getting the better of her initial horror. Besides it is now a shared secret, John has been as well, so he is a bit kinky. 

"Me too John." Erica says this as if giving up a secret in order to join the gang. "Yvonne has dragged me along a few times. But we all know what Yvonne is like, don't we John." This last remark although casual, is clearly aimed at quill. He stiffens a little, what is going to come next. 

He does not need to worry, Alice leaps in with what she thinks is a juicy piece of gossip. "Well, apparently she does BDSM for real and has a slave in this building." Alice leans in and in conspiratorial tones says, "the word is its Phil her PA, but I don't know as he is so manly." The word causes her to flutter her eyes. "With a wandering eye and hands. So I've heard." She adds hastily. 

Quill is aware that Erica has been watching him closely during Alice 's revelations. The amusement in her eyes makes quill feel hot. 

"So tell me Alice, did you go as a Mistress or a slave?" Although the question is for Alice , Erica keeps her eyes on quill. 

Alice starts to laugh, a soft giggle really, it has an immediate effect on quill and so soon after he has deposited his seed. He turns slightly to mask his groin from Alice and inadvertently give Erica a much better view. Knowing Alice is too preoccupied with her own tale, Erica makes sure quill is aware that she is looking at his trousers and that they have started to bulge. He knows this will be commented on and used against him as all the other involuntary reactions have been. 




Office Submission Ch. 03



"Well I did not know what to do or where to look either." Alice starts to talk now she has her giggles under control. "And found myself in a room that had a man, totally naked, bent over a table." Her eyes widen as she continues. "Then the woman who has been spanking him with a riding crop, gave it to me and said to have a go as her wrist is hurting. So I did." Another fit of giggles. "I don't know what came over me. But the woman said I was being too soft and to hit him harder." Alice stops as if seeking reassurance, making sure she still has her audience. She blushes. "It felt really good. I did him and a few others, made me feel very hot." She looks down, trying to hide her red cheeks. 

"Sounds exciting Alice ." Erica pipes up. "I bet he deserved it as well. Most men do." This makes Alice look up again and starts to grin in agreement. "And what did you do John, where you masterful or submissive?" 

He feels Alice 's eyes upon him, he blushes now, how can he answer this, he can not lie, but saying he is submissive will open him up to Alice , she has clearly shown she is dominant albeit in a players way. Now Erica knows how Alice feels, it will not be long before she has Alice in her confidence, maybe even tutoring her. Oh My God, she would practice on him Erica has already thought of that he is sure. 

The phone rings, the moment is broken. Erica looks annoyed. 

"I have to take this." She says as the callers name flashes on the small screen. "You'll both have to go. I'll need to speak to you before you leave tonight John, can you stay behind for a little while?" As he says yes, she picks up the phone and waves the two of them away. 

"Hehehehe, and what did you do in the club John?" Alice asks as soon as they close the door on the office. 

"I've got work to do." Quill is abrupt and walks away to his desk, not daring to look round. When he sits, Alice is looking at him, head tilted slightly, smiling, then bites her lower lip. He is now a challenge to her, he knows she will try and get him to tell what happened at the club, she will then have leverage over him, he will crumble he knows he will. 

Quill is keeps busy for the rest of the day, especially as he now has to catch up on the work he did not do while watching and then performing for Erica. Whenever he does look away from the computer screen, Alice looks just as busy. Although he has one horror filled moment when dizzy Dawn from Accounts Payable collects Alice for lunch and they chat and look over at him. Dawn's eyes widen at what Alice is saying then the pair giggle as they walk away. Thankfully Dawn does not return with Alice and quill only has to suffer the occasional glances and smirks from the short skirted temptress. Erica's door remains closed, she does not even leave for lunch, so he does not get to see his Mistress for the rest of the day, which weighs heavy on his shoulders. 

Pretending to look at the computer quill watches Alice get up and prepare to leave for the day. She looks over several times clearly trying to catch his eye. He knows what she wants and does not want to give it up. Its private, it's special and it's his. But for how long, Erica has been breaking his defences recently as she exerts more control over him, is this thing with Alice just another one she is going to use against him, he feels low, he needs to see and be with Erica, he relies on her to keep him strong as his submission grows. 

The rest of the office empties, he sits and watches the staff go as he does every day, waiting for his designated time to stand before his Mistress, to get ready for his daily routine, to ask the question that even now still makes him blush, to be granted permission to masturbate. 

He sits alone everyone has gone, there are still ten minutes before he has to present himself to Erica, for the first time since rushing out of her office quill allows himself to think back over the events of the day. Watching her, the phone call, the task being set, bumping into Yvonne, yes bumping into Yvonne that is exciting, his cock stirs as he remembers her perfume and the touch of her hand on his. He shakes his head as if to dislodge the thought, but he knows it will be one that will come back time and again. Then there is Phil, Mr. Testosterone, running after Yvonne like a little boy with a cup of his semen. This makes him smile and wonders if he could use this fact some how, yes it would be good to have leverage on him. But then that is what he had to do, to spill his seed into a cup and run back to his Mistress, he is no different really. Then to find Alice there, spoiling the moment. Having to drink his juice on her command and not Erica's even though she did not know it. His cock is erect now. 

Erica's door opens sharply she stands and looks round the empty office. "Quill in here now." 

Quill jumps, looks round in a panic but relaxes when he too sees the room is empty save him and Erica. Rising quickly, forgetting the bulge in his pants he half walks half runs to her office. 

"Another erection quill?" Erica stands a side as he rushes into her office, closes the door behind him. "Did I give you permission? What where you thinking about quill?" Her tone is neutral, quill has no idea if she is pleased or annoyed with him. 

"Just, ermmm, just thinking about today Mistress." 

"Yes, you've had an interesting day quill. We will talk about it after you have asked for permission to masturbate. We must observe the routine." Erica is behind her desk now, quill stands in front of it. 

Everything is ready quill takes a breath and asks. 

"May I masturbate Mistress please may I masturbate for you." 

"Drop your trousers to your ankles." Quill obeys. "Now pull your underwear down as well." Again quill obeys. When he stands up his erect cock is poking through his shirt. "No need to tell you to make it hard today is there quill." 

Quill gulps. "No Mistress." His face burns with the blush that spreads across it. 

Erica smiles and walks round to the front of the desk. She rests against it next to quill, tilts her head as she looks at the appendage poking out then raises her eyes to meet his without changing her head's position. When she is sure she has his complete attention, she lowers her eyes again to his swollen cock and stares at it for a minute before straightening up and looking back into his eyes. 

"You've had an interesting day today, haven't you quill?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

"I think it will be constructive to go through what has happened, to make sure that you understand where you pleased and where you displeased me." 

Quill gulps. His mind races as he tries to think of when he might have displeased Erica. Again he thinks of the behavioural conditioning that he knows she is been using on him, but it is useless to fight it he does not want to disappoint her, that is the main point of the conditioning. He knows it, but could not fight it, she is slowly gaining control over him at a subconscious level, his actions and words are coming from there. His only thought seems to be to not disappoint, he hates to disappoint Erica.  

Erica reaches out and touches his cock, it twitches. 

"Control it quill." Her mild rebuff makes quill think hard and endeavours to bring the feeling under control. "That's better." 

Only the pads of her thumb and forefinger touch quill's cock. This is how it has been recently. Then the stroking begins. It is a slow easy movement of the hand by Erica, the thumb and finger moving easily along the shaft, the thumb on top, the forefinger below, pushing the foreskin up and over the head on the up movement. Not stopping till they reach the tip of the head, briefly trapping and pinching the foreskin as it gathers there. Then down the shaft, it is when half way down when the foreskin starts to be pulled back enough to reveal the head, by the time Erica's thumb and forefinger reaches the base of the cock, the head is fully revealed and quill's cock throbs. Erica continues to stroke in this manner for several minutes, looks at quill, deep into his eyes then back to the source of his pleasure, smiling as the head of his cock is revealed again and again. 

"Your cock feels fuller, harder than normal quill. That is good I prefer a cock to be full, ready if you like. A soft, floppy cock is no use to me, is it?" Erica laughs as quill fights to control the pressure. He is starting to push out a little when her finger and thumb reach the base. 

"No Mistress." The words are barely audible, the sensation she is generating is building up. 

"Now let's take things in the right order shall we." A few strokes in silence, a chance for quill to try and think back to the morning. "You were being a very nosy boy this morning, weren't you quill." He nods. Another few strokes. "Did you enjoy watching your Mistress? Did you like seeing her touch her breasts quill?" 

The image from the morning of Erica fondling her tit. Her hand sliding over the white blouse, smoothing it to emphasise the shape. Quill gulps, his mouth feels dry. 

"Did you like seeing my finger disappear between my breasts quill? Oooooo, that felt so good quill." He pushes out more now as the down stroke reaches the base. Erica now pushes a bit further as well, the skin pulls back even further, the red skin beneath the head exposed to the cool air tingles it. "Did you wish it was your finger quill?" 

"Yes Mistress, yes I did Mistress." Quill blurts the words out, there is no hiding the emotion behind them, he truly does wish to take hold of those magnificent orbs in his hands, to squeeze them, to put the nipple to his lips and suck hard. 

"I know you do quill. But you are not ready yet quill. You have a long way to go before you can put your finger between my breasts. You know that don't you quill?" 

Deflated by the remark, quill sags slightly. "Yes Mistress, I know Mistress." The strokes along his cock remain constant, but he pushes out more now, he has picked up the rhythm and can feel the foreskin being pulled back further each time. It does not go back over the head now, it catches just below and Erica's finger and thumb continue their journey alone on the tight skin of the head. 

Erica starts to laugh." It was so funny when you had to look to see if you had an erection quill." Again he feels put down, it is silly. "Do you wish to look down now and make sure you have an erection quill?" This last sentence is said in a mock baby tone. Quill resists the urge to look down. 

"Look down at your erection quill." This time the voice is hard, it is not a mocking tone it is a command. 

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress." He quickly looks down as the thumb makes its way back along the shaft to the head, which has a small drop of pre-cum forming in the opening. He gasps, eyes wide, his cock throbs. He sees his pants at his feet, his cock poking out of the shirt, he feels as if he has been caught quite literally with his trousers down. The little boy doing something he should not, the imagery is very real. 

Erica stops the stroking, allowing quill to take in the scene. A moment passes. 

"Good boy." Although quill is feeling small, the little boy lost, he knows what is about to happen and starts to perk up. Erica now takes hold of the head of his cock in her hand, lets the head snuggle in the palm, the drip wets her hand and will help with the next action. 

"Count to ten quill." 

This is his reward this is what a good boy gets. 

"Yes Mistress. One." 

Erica slides her hand down his cock, the head emerges from the hand, the fingers are wrapped around the shaft now, holds it tight, squeezing as they go. The skin is pulled back mercilessly, the head swells. It is painful, but delightful at the same time, then at the base, she opens her hand and continues, cups his scrotum and squeezes the contents causing quill to open his mouth. The pressure stops just short of pain. Then Erica's hand begins the journey back the skin crinkles and gathers in front of the thumb and forefinger that form the front ring. The head disappears into the palm once again. 

"Two" 

Erica's hand delivers the pleasure tinged with pain once again. Quill gasps and pushes out as she reaches the base. The back stroke causes more pre-cum ooze out of the opening, this is adds to wet palm, Erica does a swirl when at the end to distribute the wetness. 

"Three." 

As her hand begins its delightful route along the shaft, quill glances at Erica. She is looking right at him, her gaze holds him for a second, she squeezes the shaft tightly and the balls even more so. 

"Watch your cock quill. Look down not at me." The hard edge in her voice is still there. He obeys immediately. 

"Four." 

He knows she is watching his face, examining it, watching the emotions flicker across it. He cannot hide the pleasure she is delivering. He loves his reward for being a good boy. 

"Five." Control is difficult the desire to spurt is great. 

"Six." Deep breathes, that is the key. She told him so. He is going to control the feeling, that wonderful feeling. 

"Seven." But it is not easy as he watches her hand move along the shaft. He will not disappoint, that is the key. 

"Eight." So much red angry skin is now exposed when Erica's hand pushes back into his body at the bottom of the down stroke. Quill's push forward at this point seems to tear at the skin, but it is worth it to feel her grip increase on his sac as if she is showing pleasure at his efforts. 

"Nine." He is feeling lust now, he grunts as he pushes forward and his reward is an extra hard squeeze of his balls. 

"Ten." Last one. He pushes forward hard and fast an animalist sound escapes him. But there will be no release, there has not been in any of his reward strokes by Erica. 

Once her hand returns to the head, Erica alters the grip and it returns to just the thumb and forefinger slowly stroking quill's cock. The feeling of her hand surrounding the shaft will last a few strokes, then fade. 

"Well, quill I think you enjoyed that didn't you." Nothing escapes her, nothing is lost, everything is used against him at a later date. 

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." The thought of that manipulation will remain with him, the promise of her hand bringing such please will be the carrot to tempt quill further under her control. 

A few moments of silence, of easy strokes, a chance to calm down while his cock is teased to remain hard. Erica's gaze wanders up and down quill from her hand that is manipulating him to his eyes. He feels as if he is not just being undressed, not that much is hidden, more his very being is slowly falling away, revealing more than just his naked body. 

"Now quill, let us talk about Alice ." This she says, deliberately on the down stroke, when his cock is fully exposed, skin back, as he pushes out and it throbs. Quill knows that Erica is creating the image of Alice and his hard cock in his mind, he starts to go stiff when she says her name about the office the re-enforcement is done at every masturbation session. He does not know why, surely she would want him to become stiff at her name, in her presence, not when another woman's name is said. He dare not think of what cruel game Erica is playing with him. He just knows that Alice equals erection. 

"You like Alice , don't you quill?" Again she says her name on the down stroke, when he is pushing out, reaching as far as possible, again his cock throbs. "I know you do quill, I can tell." Erica smiles then looks down at his cock which she is maintaining at full stretch as she keeps her hand pushing back into quill so it is completely exposed, skin back, the head swollen and purple. She then laughs, continues the stroking and looks back into his eyes. 

"I loved the look on your face as you rushed in to find her standing there, your cup of semen in hand. It is all I could do to stop laughing out loud." A few more silent stokes. She studies him he knows she is, waiting for the right moment to plant the next seed of submission or confusion in his mind. 

"Did you enjoy doing as Alice told you quill?" And there it is. Did Alice tell him what to do? He becomes confused, it shows, the stroking slows as Erica emphasises the next point. 

"You know quill, when she told you to take a drink." Again on the down stroke. "Do you think she knew what was in your cup quill? Do you?" This thought floods his brain. Yes, it is true, Alice had told him to drink and like a good submissive, he had drunk his own semen. More silent strokes, to ensure the thought sinks home. 

"Would you like Alice to order you around quill? What would you do if she was to take over your training quill?" 

Despite the fact he is now pumping his hips in time with the delicious stroking of his cock by Erica he manages to say, "I am very happy with your Mistress Erica, I don't want anyone else to teach me Mistress. Please Mistress, don't give me away please Mistress." There is a pleading in his voice. 

"I hear what you say quill, but I'm not sure your body agrees." Again the mocking laughter. "You really want me to continue quill?" 

"Yes Mistress, please Mistress." He is unsure if she means to continue teaching him or stroking him, either way he does not want it to stop. 

Erica smiles. 

"Good boy. Look down quill and count to ten." 

The feeling of desire and confusion is replaced with joy as he looks down and starts the count. As before Erica's hand encloses the head of his cock and a full hard stroke down to the balls, which she squeezes, signals another few minutes of pleasure and control for quill. 

He finally says ten and Erica returns to the finger and thumb strokes, quill breaths hard and long, fights for control of the pressure. 

"Control it quill. Don't spurt, control your cock." Erica's words are more of a command; he knows she will be disappointed if he spills his seed before she has given permission. But watching her fingers glide along the shaft, the sensation they produce which is slamming into his brain is so hard to control. He knows she is watching his face, his eyes, he wants to look back at her, to fall helplessly into her gaze, but that would be too much, he would not be able to control the feeling then. 

Erica continues to stimulate quill in silence, he feels the first beads of sweat form on his brow. 

Without warning, Erica's hand disappears under his shirt and takes hold of his sac, she is rough and hard, her fingers squeezing and releasing the two soft balls that live within it. Quill gasps at this sudden switch in attention and without thinking lifts his head to look at her. Erica's face is hard, her eyes steely, her mouth tight lipped. This is not good, quill started to shake. Her manipulation of his scrotum increases in force. 

"Now tell me what happened at the water cooler quill. What did Mistress Yvonne say to you?" 

"I errrr, it errr." The stumbling start only makes Erica increase the hand movement and the strength of the squeezing, she starts to pull and twist the sac as well, quill gasps. 

" I errrr... bumped into Mistress Yvonne and she handed me the cup Mistress." Erica does not let up in the manipulation of his sac, pulling and twisting it while looking straight into his eyes, straight at the terror. "She errr, kindly put some water in the cup Mistress, she said it would make drinking it easier Mistress." Quill lets out a slightly muffled but stained whimper as Erica ramps up the rough treatment of his sac. 

A moment passes then Erica very deliberately says. "Is that all quill? Was nothing else discussed quill?" A twist and pull of the sac. 

Barely able to catch his breath, quill knows he must tell all, Erica already knows, but quill has to tell the truth and hide nothing. He knows this, no matter what the consequences will be. 

"She offered to help me Mistress, to help me masturbate and fill the cup Mistress." Now that he has said it, now that it is out there quill feels better, as if a weight has been lifted. 




Office Submission Ch. 03



"She did, I know quill." Another twist and pull, she squeezes hard. 

"She also said she would ask you if I could visit her so she could masturbate me later in the week Mistress." Again the confession helps to lift the weight, quill feels light headed now. 

"Would you like that quill?" 

"Only if you wish me to Mistress." 

The next twist and pull is hard and severe, the grip on the balls is not released this time. Quill's legs almost give way. 

"That is not what I asked quill. Of course you will go to her if I say. I asked would you like to have her masturbate you quill?" 

A sudden flash of Yvonne's brown hand with its red, perfectly manicured nails, curled around his shaft, stroking it, making it hard then making it spurt fills his head. He gulps, he must tell the truth. 

"Yes Mistress." He allows his head to sag. Lets the pain flow over him, he deserves it. 

"Good boy." The grip is relaxed. "Now count to ten" 

Quill is lost, what has just happened? Clearly he has pleased Erica, but he does know how or why. 

As before Erica's hand surrounds the head and as quill says one, the hand descends, pulling the foreskin back making the head stand out, shiny with pre-cum, then the fingers take his ball sac and gently squeeze it. The journey back fills him with anticipation he takes a deep breath and says "two". 

Although he is watching her hand manipulate his cock as he must quill is also aware that Erica is studying him, watching his emotions. He has become an open book to her, he knows this but cannot hide any feelings from her, he is lost in her touch, in her wanton manipulation of not just his cock but his emotions, he cannot remember back to a time when she did not control him, he has fallen so far under her spell. 

"Three..... Four..... Five...... Six...... Seven." 

"What would you do without me quill now that I control your orgasms, your cock?" 

How does she know what I am thinking, do his thoughts just play across his face. His eyes widen as the impact and the consequences of the question meant. 

"I don't know Mistress. Eight". He grunts as Erica's hand passes over the very sensitive head. He tightens his buttocks in the effort to not spurt. 

"Was that almost too much quill? Don't spurt unless told to, you know the rules." 

"Yes Mistress. Nine." 

"How often do you think of that quill, the fact that I control you, that you ask me everyday to masturbate and to be allowed to have an orgasm? Did you ever think that one day you would be so meek and mild in the hand of a strong woman? 

"Ten." His body starts to shake with the effort to control the pressure that has built up. A few deep breaths and he has enough composure to answer. 

"All the time Mistress, I think of you and how I am completely in your hands Mistress. I never thought it would be like this, it is not a path I thought I would walk, but I have to, I have to follow you Mistress." He finally looks up and into Erica's eyes. 

"You do don't you." Erica's free hand cradles quill's face, she moves in and kisses him on the lips. His mouth parts, she thrusts her tongue in. He falls deeper still under her control. She has told him about being passive when kissed, but he could not have been anything else. It is sudden, unexpected and wonderful. 

As she pulls away he opens his eyes, Erica is looking at him, her hand leaves his cock as well and he feels alone, the touch of her gone, his eyes pleads for her to come back, but he says nothing. 

"Now," Erica says in a matter of fact way, "as you have already had an orgasm and spurted once today you will not do so now. Once a day is enough." 

Quill sags as the comment hits home. 

"However, I do have a treat for you quill." Erica beams a smile at him and moves away from the desk she has been leaning against. He watches as she reaches under her skirt on each side with her hands, Although the skirt does not rise enough, it is obvious she is hooking a finger into each side of her panties. Slowly and deliberately she pulls them down, stepping out of them and holding them at eye level so quill has a good view of them. They are black, lacy, see through apart from the gusset, the style would mean that the lower part of Erica's cheeks would be visible when on and would rise to expose more if she bent over. Quill's breathing becomes heavy and fast. 

"I would not be surprised if ever since that night in the club when you first confessed to being submissive that a single day has not gone past when you have not wanted to get into my knickers. I'm right am I not quill?" He can only nod. 

"So here is your chance." Erica laughs when she says this; the look on quill's face is a picture. "But not how you think dear boy. You will wear these tomorrow. I will check that you have them on." 

Eric transfers the panties to one hand holding them so the waist band and one leg hole is open as wide as her fingers will stretch. She then holds them over quill's cock and allows them to fall on his stiff member. 

Quill can take no more and there is a wet squelchy splat sound as he ejaculates and the semen hits the desk. 

Without looking away from his face Erica says. "You will clean that mess up before you leave and in the morning you will tell me what punishment you wish me to give you for disobeying me. Understand quill?" The last sentence she delivers with a hard edge to her voice, her eyes flash a warning to quill not to disappoint her again. 

And then she has gone. Her bag and jacket picked up and through the door before quill draws breathe again. 

Quill stares down at his cock and sees it going soft, her black lacy knickers clinging on. He takes them in one hand rubs the fine material between his fingers the anticipation of wearing them already rising, then bends over, not caring that the office door is still open and begins to lick the sticky mess off the desk. He knows it is how Mistress Erica would like him to clean it up.