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mr.johnston_s_secretary

Sitting alone in his darkened office, his large desk only lit by a small lamp and the glow from his monitor, Mr. Johnson dutifully signed yet another document. Placing it on the small stack in his out box and pulling another from much larger stack from his in box. He couldn't wait to finish the seemingly endless stack of paperwork before him. He knew his wife would be waiting for him at home. She had winked at him as she kissed him goodbye this morning and told him tonight would be special. It seemed as though it had been forever since… Clack, clack, clack. The echoing sound of heels on the hard floor of the hallway were a common one to Mr. Johnson, but not this late at night. His thoughts about home now faded with the distraction. Soon the clacking had entered the room and approached his desk. “Alexandra, it's late. You should go home.” Mr. Johnson said without even bothering to raise his head.

“I would, but I'm afraid that there is work here that needs to be done before I leave for the night.” Ms. Alexandra said in her usually soft demeanor.
“There's nothing to be done here that can't wait until tomorrow. Go home, get some sleep.”
As he raised his head he quickly noticed Ms. Alexandra was dressed rather strange. She was always a snappy dresser, very professional, but not tonight. Her short tight leather skirt barely covered the tops of her lace stockings, and her tight blouse barely concealed her black leather bra.

“I'm afraid this just can't wait…” Her heels clacked on the floor as she walked around his desk and plopped herself into his lap.
“I'm flattered. I truly am, but I'm a married man.”
“I know.” she giggled.
“I have no intentions of sleeping with you.”
“Y-y-you don't?” Mr. Johnson stuttered in confusion.
“No, I don't. I know all about the belt your wife makes you wear.
All the girls know that bulge in your pants isn't your manhood. Why do you think we're always so giggly!” she taunted with a devious smile. Mr. Johnson's face went pale as he heard her words and realized the repercussion of such rumors amongst the employees would undermine his authority. “I have no idea what you're talking about” he quipped as he unsuccessfully tried to stand and push her out of his lap
“That's funny, your wife does!” Alexandra's words had struck a never as she pulled the key hanging from her necklace out of her blouse. “She told me all about your belt, how you can't even get hard. *giggle* She also told me all about your little secretary fantasy too.” The soft coo of Alexandra's words had caused Mr. Johnson to restlessly squirm in his chair beneath her. The fantasy she spoke of could only be one thing. But why would his wife share this with his secretary? His fantasy was the reason his wife had locked him in his cage in the first place…

  “You remember don't you? The one where your secretary would get under your desk. Slowly she would caress and fondle you while you're on the phone to an important client. Soon those caresses and fondles would turn into kisses and licks, until finally she popped your raging hard cock into her mouth…” “We both know that isn't going to happen though, don't we.” she teased as she run a hand across his face. Mr. Johnson's face had now become two shades darker than the pinkish red lipstick on her soft pouty lips. His cock raged harder against it's tiny prison. He knew he should do something, say something, anything, but he couldn't focus. His charm and quick wit had failed him, all he could think about was her. How her eyes were beautiful, her perfume sweet, and her soft voice drew him in. “We can still play a game though. You wanna be my secretary?” she said as she opened the drawer on his desk and removed the large dildo his wife had given him.

“She told me about this too!” Alexandra's offer caused him a moment's pause. He knew he couldn't, he'd have to face all the women in the building in the office come Monday morning. The rumors about the belt would be bad enough. Knowing that every time they whispered and giggled that it was because … No, it was just to much

“I've never even seen that before. Now I better get home to my wife. She'll be waiting for me.” He snorted as he went to get up. Alexandra hopped to her feet and watched as he headed for the door.
“Awww, that's too bad. Perhaps another time…” Mr. Johnson paused with his hand on the door knob. He knew that tone in her voice all to well. He knew she hadn't finished.
“Until then I'll just have to keep the key your wife gave me. Don't worry, she won't really be disappointed. She figures it'll be a few months before you succumb.”

He turned back to see her skirt on the floor. The dildo was now in her harness. A wicked grin had spread across her face, she knew she had won.

Sitting alone in his darkened office, his large desk only lit by a small lamp and the glow from his monitor, Mr. Johnson dutifully signed yet another document. Placing it on the small stack in his out box and pulling another from much larger stack from his in box. He couldn't wait to finish the seemingly endless stack of paperwork before him. He knew his wife would be waiting for him at home. She had winked at him as she kissed him goodbye this morning and told him tonight would be special. It seemed as though it had been forever since… Clack, clack, clack. The echoing sound of heels on the hard floor of the hallway were a common one to Mr. Johnson, but not this late at night. His thoughts about home now faded with the distraction. Soon the clacking had entered the room and approached his desk. “Alexandra, it's late. You should go home.” Mr. Johnson said without even bothering to raise his head.

“I would, but I'm afraid that there is work here that needs to be done before I leave for the night.” Ms. Alexandra said in her usually soft demeanor. “There's nothing to be done here that can't wait until tomorrow. Go home, get some sleep.” As he raised his head he quickly noticed Ms. Alexandra was dressed rather strange. She was always a snappy dresser, very professional, but not tonight. Her short tight leather skirt barely covered the tops of her lace stockings, and her tight blouse barely concealed her black leather bra.
“I'm afraid this just can't wait…” Her heels clacked on the floor as she walked around his desk and plopped herself into his lap.
“I'm flattered. I truly am, but I'm a married man.” “I know.” she giggled. “I have no intentions of sleeping with you.” “Y-y-you don't?” Mr. Johnson stuttered in confusion.
“No, I don't. I know all about the belt your wife makes you wear. All the girls know that bulge in your pants isn't your manhood. Why do you think we're always so giggly!” she taunted with a devious smile.

Mr. Johnson's face went pale as he heard her words and realized the repercussion of such rumors amongst the employees would undermine his authority.
“I have no idea what you're talking about” he quipped as he unsuccessfully tried to stand and push her out of his lap. “That's funny, your wife does!” Alexandra's words had struck a never as she pulled the key hanging from her necklace out of her blouse. “She told me all about your belt, how you can't even get hard. *giggle* She also told me all about your little secretary fantasy too.” The soft coo of Alexandra's words had caused Mr. Johnson to restlessly squirm in his chair beneath her. The fantasy she spoke of could only be one thing. But why would his wife share this with his secretary? His fantasy was the reason his wife had locked him in his cage in the first place…

“You remember don't you? The one where your secretary would get under your desk. Slowly she would caress and fondle you while you're on the phone to an important client. Soon those caresses and fondles would turn into kisses and licks, until finally she popped your raging hard cock into her mouth…”
“We both know that isn't going to happen though, don't we.” she teased as she run a hand across his face.

Mr. Johnson's face had now become two shades darker than the pinkish red lipstick on her soft pouty lips. His cock raged harder against it's tiny prison. He knew he should do something, say something, anything, but he couldn't focus. His charm and quick wit had failed him, all he could think about was her. How her eyes were beautiful, her perfume sweet, and her soft voice drew him in. “We can still play a game though. You wanna be my secretary?” she said as she opened the drawer on his desk and removed the large dildo his wife had given him. “She told me about this too!” Alexandra's offer caused him a moment's pause. He knew he couldn't, he'd have to face all the women in the building in the office come Monday morning. The rumors about the belt would be bad enough. Knowing that every time they whispered and giggled that it was because … No, it was just to much.
“I've never even seen that before. Now I better get home to my wife. She'll be waiting for me.” He snorted as he went to get up. Alexandra hopped to her feet and watched as he headed for the door.
“Awww, that's too bad. Perhaps another time…” Mr. Johnson paused with his hand on the door knob. He knew that tone in her voice all to well. He knew she hadn't finished. “Until then I'll just have to keep the key your wife gave me. Don't worry, she won't really be disappointed. She figures it'll be a few months before you succumb.”
He turned back to see her skirt on the floor. The dildo was now in her harness. A wicked grin had spread across her face, she knew she had won.
“Welcome home dear, I trust you got the key from your secretary?” Mrs. Johnson said with a smug grin as he walked through the door.

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