Blissful Torment

Historians would later say it was a harsh over-correction after millennia of patriarchy.

Stephanie just thought that it served them right; They had it fucking coming. She had this thought while she was waiting for the IT guy to fix her computer. As usual, what's-his-name took forever. He kept making silly mistakes like typing in passwords incorrectly, or clicking the wrong icons when his hand slipped.

True, there were some distractions happening to him, but that was just part of the job. She whipped out her phone with one hand, checking if anyone had yet replied about the office supplies situation: Wet wipes were not supposed to run out, ever. With the other hand, she kept polishing his knob.

"Stop squirming so much," she chided him.

"I'm sorry, but," he groaned, "I've already been made to cum three times this morning, and aaaahh, I'm really sensitive now!"

She rolled her eyes. "Your own fault, really. If the computers just worked, we wouldn't bother you! You can be glad I'm only making them fix them instead of having you take personal responsibility for the issues." She waved her phone at the direction of her glass cabinet.

The IT guy gave the items in it a frantic look and drily swallowed. "Sorry miss!!" he moaned. He was rock hard and struggled with the overstimulation after his busy morning.

"And don't you dare get cum on my keyboard," she added, watching the red cock drip precum down her hand.

"I won't. Please. It's too much," he had stopped typing, unable to focus, his hands just gripping the desk, trying to sit still and bear it.

Stephanie stopped stroking him, and let go of his throbbing dick. "I can see you're really bad at multitasking. I will make a note for your performance evaluation next week," she said, her voice full of disappointment. "I'll leave you to it then."

She walked out of her office, leaving the IT guy panting. No need to make him cum again. Let him stew a bit. The printer was not working either, and the three ladies in accounting had been positively livid. His day was only going to get harder.

Speaking of hard, she thought, Where's Matt?

Matt was the office ornament. Utterly incompetent at every job imaginable that was more difficult than clearing out the dishwasher, or making coffee. But he never got fired. In fact, he was well-liked and got great recommendations. She walked through the corridor, glancing into offices.

There was Melanie, enjoying a good pounding from behind by Jonathan, who had a bit of a pained face. Probably she had put those really tight cock ring on him she likes so much. Bit of a size queen.

In the small meeting room, the new intern was kneeling under the table, servicing the two girls from marketing.

Across the hallway, Terrence was sitting on one of the new extra-low chairs which allowed someone to sit on him. Natalia was pushing her naked ass onto his dick, lightly bouncing up and down as she was typing her e-mails.

Cassidy's office door was closed, but being the CEO, Stephanie allowed herself to crack it open and check anyway. She wasn't sure who the unlucky guy was whose red and bruised ass was pointing towards her, Cassidy smacking it hard with a paddle, but it wasn't Matt: That butt wasn't nice enough by far.

Surprised to not have found him already, she arrived at his actual office. Not a place where he spent a lot of time. He had one talent though: He was amazing at giving head. There was quite a bit of tension in the office, about who was allowed to have him under her desk how often and how long.

His office was empty. Stephanie scratched her head. It wasn't his toilet break time, so where did he end up? Then she noticed a shadow move under the desk.

"Matt, are you hiding under there?" she asked into the room.

"No?" came the answer in Matt's voice from under the table.

Stephanie closed the door behind her, "And what are you not hiding from?"

"Errr... Tammy," Matt replied, sticking his head out from his hiding spot and giving her an embarrassed smile.

"Why?"

"Because according to her calendar, she has a 6 hour workshop planned this afternoon, and I really need to leave a little early. You know how she is. She hates me, and would love nothing more than making me miss my personal appointment."

Stephanie nodded. Tammy really was a bit of a bitch sometimes. Most times, actually.

"What kind of appointment?" she asked, curios.

He said, "My daughter's school is doing a play, and my little darling is playing the queen. I really want to go support her."

"Aww, that's so sweet of you. Tell you what, Matt. You can come take shelter in my office, and I'll claim you for the rest of the day."

His face lit up with happiness. He really was basically a puppy.

She gave him a diabolical smile, "However, in exchange, you'll be wearing a special little something for a while."

He knew what that meant. Everybody knew Stephanie kept a collection of tight cock-cages in her office, and whoever was wearing one was her designated coffee-fetcher, fuckboy, slut and slave.

"And you'll be wearing it all month."

Blissful Torment, 2020-01-24