He hesitated then nodded. He started to stand then mumbled “yes Mistress.” Allie slapped him across the face hard enough to leave a hand print across his cheek. He slumped back into his chair and looking stunned.
“You do not have the right to refer to me as Mistress. You will call me ma’am or Alexandra, understood?’ Brent just nodded. “What are you waiting for then, get that coffee made.” She turned her back on him as he moved to obey and made a few notes on the security logs.
She intentionally ignored him as he stumbled around the kitchen area, focusing her attention on each camera view in turn and then jotting notes on each. The logs would be especially detailed tonight if she kept this up.
He finally brought her a mug of coffee and she motioned for him to sit on the desk while she finished a note. Then picked it up and took a sip. Black, of course. She sighed and looked at him. “Brent, how do I take my coffee?” He shifted his weight from foot to foot and looked down, shaking his head. She sighed. “We have been working together almost a year.”
She handed him back the mug. There’s some heavy cream in the fridge. Pour in about a tablespoonful and don’t stir it.” Brent took the coffee, looking relieved, and hurried back to get the cream.
As she watched him carry the coffee across the room Allie had a moment of doubt wondering what she would do with him the rest of the night. Her thoughts were interrupted by him tripping over his own feet as he reached her and splashing coffee over the toe of her boot.
She took the drink from him, wiping edge of the mug with a finger then sucking the finger clean while she glared at him. “Don’t just stand there get down and lick that mess off of my boot.” He hesitated and she held the glare until he fell on his knees and began rapidly lapping at the drops of coffee.
Setting her drink on the desk, Allie swiveled her chair an settled the other boot on the back of Brent’s neck. He froze. “Take your time and do it right.” He slowly ran his tongue over the leather peaking up at her as he did to read her face. She left her foot on his neck but let him continue until every trace of coffee was gone. Finally she lifted her foot away and rubbed the toe on the back of his jeans to dry it and rested both feet on his back while she finished her drink.
She smiled to herself as she watched him crouch beneath her feet. This was more fun than she had expected. She pressed the heel treads hard into his back feeling a rush of satisfaction as he grunted in surprise, then turned to take some more notes. If Brent got any ideas it wouldn’t hurt a bit for most of the log to be in her hand writing.
A buzzer interrupted her writing and she noted the delivery truck pulling up right on time. She pressed the button to open the gate then called down to the loading dock to let them know the first shipment had arrived. Finally she turned her attention back to her foot rest, lifting her feet off of his back.
“Alright, Brent, you can get me a refill and then you can clean up the bathroom. Its been more than long enough since it’s been done.” Brent scowled a little at her words but stood with out replying and took her cup. Allie’s eyes wandered down and she chucked as she noted the obvious bulge in his jeans. Brent turned quickly away but not before she noticed his cheeks flush. She smiled to herself and turned back to her work.
When he came back, really scowling now, from the bathroom Allie set him to cleaning out the file cabinet. His scowl deepened as the night progressed but he worked without a word. She ignored him other then the occasional direction and another coffee refill, which he did manage to keep in the cup.
He did look relieved when she finally had him empty and clean out the coffee pot in preparation to leave. He finished that last chore quickly then picked up his bag. “Hold on just a minute, Brent, I have something for you.” He looked at her questioningly as she moved to her own bag and brought out a small box. She stared back. “Drop your pants.”
“What the hell?” He looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
“Now, Brent.” Her gaze didn’t move from his face. He slowly undid the jeans and awkwardly pushed them down his legs to expose his red boxer briefs. “The shorts too.” He didn’t even argue this time just pushed them down around his ankles with the jeans.
She opened the box and pulled out what looked like a metal seed pod with one side a ribbed cage. “Meet your new friend Skeletor.” She grinned and Brent shivered. “Oh I see you are familiar with the device… You should be, as you have supposedly been wearing one for a week.” She nodded in the direction of the pile of chat logs she’d showed him earlier in the day and Brent ducked his head. She turned her attention back to him. “Clasp your hands behind your back and spread your legs!” She barked the order at him and this time he obeyed almost automatically.
Allie hesitated for a moment when she realized that she would probably need some lube to get the little cage in place, then remembered the first aid kit. Opening it she found a couple packets of three in one ointment and squeezed the contents into her palm, then reached down grasp Brent’s balls firmly, taking satisfaction in the little gasp he let escape.
Using the lube she worked them through the hole in one end of the pod then pressing his penis through on top of them and fastening a Velcro strap over the top before closing the cage. She pulled an allen wrench from her pocket and fastened the cage in place and then a small padlock to make sure it was secure.
Dropping the cage she stood and walked to the sink to wash her hands then turned and realized he was still standing there. “Pull up your pants and go home.” She began gathering her own things. “If I see you here tomorrow I’ll know you want to continue our agreement. If not, have fun with Skeletor.” He flushed bright red this time, grabbed his bags and left the control room.
When Allie left a few minutes later Carl, one of the daytime security crew stopped her. “Is everything ok with you and Brent?”
“Sure, why?”
“Well he left in a huff and I couldn’t help but notice the bruise on his face.”
Allie nodded. “Well you know Brent. He really thinks he’s a ladies man, but I had a talk with him and, well he’s a little miffed but I don’t think we’ll have a problem.”
Carl still looked a little concerned but nodded as well. “Tell you what if he gives you any more trouble for you let me know, ok?”
She smiled. “Thanks Carl. I will.”
