Working Lunch

Now that you know a little about me, maybe I should give you a taste of what I do. As a matter of fact, one of my favorite trainees got a little more taste of me than he intended at our lunchtime meeting today. You see- some trainees have social and family obligations that keep them from training on my schedule. These people, generally men, have trained with me long enough to have earned a little leeway. Perhaps for this trainee, it wasn't leeway enough.

We have met behind closed doors at his office on several occasions. His secretarial staff think I am just a client and they bill me after our meetings. I bill him right back, and I raise him every time.

On this occasion, I brought him his lunch. He seemed pleased at the notion as he led me into the office and shut the door behind us. I ordered him to sit, and he smiled. First I tied his ankles to the legs of his desk chair and his biceps to the arms of it with my favorite office accoutrement, an extension cord. I wanted his forearms and hands free to move in a prescribed area, so I left them unencumbered. Then I locked the wheels on his chair with him pulled almost up to his desk and slid between him and that large expanse of polished mahogany. It was obvious he had something in mind at this point. When I turned my back to him and pulled up my skirt he knew that his assumption had been wrong.

My trainees know not to protest, but he did mention his reticence in the only way he could. "Ma'am," he almost whimpered, "I can of course do anything you desire." He knew that a good trainee would just lick my ass like a good boy, but he hoped I was only testing him. I wasn't.

The flinching attempts started with a few hesitant little flicks of his tongue on my cheeks and along the crack of my ass, just feeling out the situation. I stood with my knees locked and my hamstrings flexed, bent over the desk. My posture said it all. He slowly worked his way to my asshole. I could pinpoint the moment when he actually became aroused at the idea of licking my ass. That was when he realized his hands were free and used them to pull my cheeks just far enough apart. Suddenly his tongue was inside my asshole and all bets were off. He was enjoying it.

Contrary to popular belief, a dominant does want their sub to be happy, so I let him lick and tongue fuck me quite a while. I kept an eye on his office clock, of course, but I did lose some track of time. Eventually his wet lashes had me so turned on that my thighs were sticky wet and I was chewing the edge of his desk blotter. When I stood upright my obedient boy actually moaned because he didn't want it to be over.

I turned to look at his eyes and gave him a drink of the tea I'd brought for his palate cleanser between courses. After he'd had his fill I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "My pussy is jealous. You've got more work to do."