The Love of Ownership

Amara I woke up horny, not surprising as the toy in my pussy gave the feeling of there being something inside me, which I loved, but it wasn't stimulating, which was making me frustrated. The longer I wore it, the more I regretted complaining like that. I knew my punishment was deserved, but I hated it anyway. After getting ready I knelt next to the door, waiting for Master to finish the breakfast I had made for Him. He ate quickly and took my leash off the table, clipping it on me, then walking out the front door. He then turned to the left, forcing me to conceal a sigh of relief. Master usually took the bus to work, which was down the street to the right, but his truck was just to the left. I was happy that he had the decency to not parade me around on the bus. Most people didn't care, and some who rode the bus with master often knew about our relationship, but I didn't want to publicly share the fact that I was being paraded around on a leash while in a low cut blouse and pencil skirt. Master drove quickly to work and pulled into His reserved spot at the company. He was the founder and CEO of His small software company, which allowed Him certain privileges, such as a reserved spot and twenty four hour access to the building. He used His access privileges to open the building and usher me in. The security guard at the desk smiled at Master and called out across the lobby. "Hey, Boss, I didn't know it was bring your pet to work day, I would have brought mine!" I recognized his voice immediately. It was Lee, a nice guy a little older than Master, whom We had met at one of the BDSM events we go to on occasion. His pet, Alex and I had hit it off, and we started hanging out in casual setting. When the electronics store that Lee worked at went under, Master had offered him a security desk job working for Master's company. Master had given him identical hours with better pay and benefits, so Lee was very grateful, and always acted professional when others were around, but when it was just the two of them, with or without me, they were much more relaxed. "Nah, Lee, pet here got in trouble last night, so she's getting desk duty today." "Alright, Boss, I'll give you the early light if someone comes in for you." "Thanks, Lee." "My pleasure, Sir." I winced at Lee calling Master 'Sir,' That was my title for Him. I knew my jealousy was unfounded, as anyone could be called 'Sir' but when it was my Master, I wanted to be the only one to use it. With Lee also being in the community, it allowed Master a little bit of extra piece of mind, as Lee would alert Master long before His secretary would, allowing Him to conceal me and refocus on business. There were only three people who worked for master that knew His secret, and all of them were salary, and I'm sure could get away with murder as long as Master was in charge. We were in the elevator when Master spoke again. "I just got a message from the man I had a Eleven o'clock with, apparently he's picked up a bug, and won't be able to make it today, which means that you will belong to me all day." I knew that meant he would be spending the day at his desk. Master normally worked in the trenches with the rest of his team, but on occasion would take a day to work on the more corporate side of his company, so him spending all day hidden in the office wouldn't arouse suspicion. We walked in and he unlocked his office, leading me inside. His preference for modern style wasn't shown in this room, as he had decided to go with a steam punk theme. He ushered me under the strong oak desk, and attached my collar to a short chain hanging under the desk, he wound up my leash and stashed it in the hidden compartment under the desk. Master had a fondness for concealment, so it didn't surprise me that when he opened the drawer under his desk and fiddled with some unseen controls, I heard the hissing of steam and the hum of motors. I knew the steam was entirely for effect, but the hums came from the three monitors and a computer that were expertly hidden inside this desk. It had taken Master almost a year to complete the desk, but once completed, it was quite the work of art. He then unzipped his pants and let his shaft flop out before beginning to work on his computer. I knew what my job was, and out of fear of reprimand, I began to play with his pulsing meat. With my hands bound behind me I could only use my mouth, trying to slowly tease Master's shaft to hardness. The stiffer He got, the easier it was for me to slowly fellate Him. I could hear Him surfing the net above me, going through His daily websites, watching His Tuesday videos, then with a sigh I heard Him click over to actual work. Now He was typing away on some spreadsheet, probably a financial document. Either way, I could tell He was close, so I readied myself, brought my soft pallet up and took His full length into my throat. Swallowing softly I could feel Him grunt as I sucked the orgasm directly from His rod. He came hard in my throat, His hot sperm coating my insides as it dripped into my stomach. I had to resist the gag reflex that appeared as His cock pulsed in my mouth. I slowly brought my head up, His tip now sitting on my tongue. I lapped at any cum that hadn't poured down my throat, and slowly cleaned my spittle and His cum off of His softening cock. At this point, I wanted so badly to cum, my legs futilely rubbing together, hoping that somehow I could steal some pleasure from the evil device inside me. He sighed with His orgasm, not seeming to take His attention off of the computer. I unintentionally whimpered lightly. I didn't like to be ignored, and hated even more when my hard work wasn't recognized. Seeming to hear me, even over the music He had been playing, He finished a line of text and reached under the table, stroking my cheek lightly before going back to work on His computer. I hummed happily, nuzzling into the side of His knee. The rest of the day continued in such a fashion, Master occasionally pushing His meat against my cheek, me pleasuring him to orgasm, cleaning Him off and then laying back against His knee. Suddenly I heard a knock on Master's office door. He called the person in. "Here you go sir, an order of the general, a side order of fried rice, and two sides of pot stickers, plus a large mountain dew and a large sprite." It was one of the interns, he didn't seem to be questioning why Master got two drinks. They had been trained well to follow orders and only ask questions if it would make them smarter or more efficient. He left quickly, probably to deliver food to the other employees. Master set the take out box full of pot stickers in front of me. He knew that the ten pot stickers would be more than enough for me, and he set one of the sodas next to it, leaving the straw in easy reach of my mouth. This brought me to the assumption that I wasn't going to be eating with my hands so I thanked him quietly and picked up one of the pot stickers, finding it surprising easy to eat without my hands. The rest of the day was uneventful until we headed home. Master used the back elevator this time, which meant no one saw us slip out, Master leading me out on the leash.