Office Power Politics Ch. 07

They'd settled into somewhat of a rhythm after the conference. One month her team would perform best, the next month it'd be his. It was healthy competition and the board loved it. Their meetings had continued and increased in frequency, the legs on his desk had started to get a bit wobbly from all the action it was seeing. But as long as numbers were high no one was complaining about their private meetings. Least of all those two.

There was a meeting with all the team managers, it was decided that whoever had the highest performing team next month would be in the hot seat for an upcoming promotion. No one said anything but there was a definite buzz in the room. He smirked, as if he'd already won. She noticed she was the only woman in a room of a dozen men. She suddenly felt it her duty to wipe that smirk off his face. He on the other hand, shot her a wink and mouthed a silent "Game on." They'd have to play dirty, they both would.

They had a meeting scheduled in her office immediately after this one. Business as usual. They were making their way there when she opened the conversation.

"Sorry to do this but I'm going to have to cancel our meetings for the foreseeable future," she said glumly.

"Look, I get it. You're scared I'm going to win, I'll get the promotion, I'll be above you an-"

"See you later," she was ice-cold in her interruption. Utterly uninterested in what he had to say.

He knew what she was doing. She was an easy read when she was under his desk but when she withdrew he could sometimes have a little trouble. He'd see how this one played out.

Three days passed with no contact, he was getting anxious. What was she plotting? He made her a tea, she wouldn't say no to that. He approached her office door and gave it his signature knock. No response. He barged in any way.

"Afternoon, long time no see," he said with over the top pleasantry.

"I'm busy," she coldly responded.

"Too busy for a tea?" she couldn't help but smile, what a delightful but completely expected surprise she thought. Men can be very predictable when you want them to be.

"Never. Take a seat," her posture strong she felt in control.

"Sooo, how's things?" he said awkwardly. She took a sip of her tea and looked down at him over her glasses.

"I'll level with you. You can have the promotion," she said rather calmly. His eyes squinted, his head turned.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You can have it. But there's a... condition," she stood from her office chair.

"I'm listening..." she'd come around to the front of her desk. She was in a pair of high-heeled knee-high leather boots looking stunning as always. She calmly placed a foot on is crotch before swiping at his tie and pulling him in close. The foot on his crotch acting like a pivot. She inspected his face. He could feel the warm breath from her mouth, not an inch away from each other.

"It's yours. But you're in knickers and chastity for the month. No exceptions, no negotiations. These are the terms," she let her proposition linger before he responded.

"That's it? We don't fuck for the month and I'm you're new boss. Where do I sign?" he laughed in disbelief.

"Perfect," she said, no hint of a smirk or smile. She was a business woman after all and this was a business transaction that required professionalism. She released her foot and pushed him back into the chair. She made her way to a drawer behind her desk.

"Stand up. Pants off," her tone was as if she'd never met him before. Business to the end. By the time she'd selected a pair of bright pink kickers and the chastity cage, he was stood there naked from the waist down. Cool as anything she put the device on without issue and locked it. Left the knickers on the floor for him to deal with.

"This is it?" he asked.

"Yep. That's it" she returned to her desk, attention on her laptop. Took a sip of her tea and waved him out with a hand motion.

"Wait, how do I know you'll be true to your word?" he was very worried all of a sudden. She picked up her desk phone and dialled an extension. After a brief pause she told someone to focus on a different sales area. One they both know wasn't going to be winning them any best performance prizes. He beamed in response before leaving her office. Piece. Of. Cake.

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A week had passed and he'd come to feel very stupid. He was so excited to accept the offer of a promotion he didn't have the wherewithal at the time to ask any questions. The week had been absolute torture. Daily meetings with her in new and exciting business attire he'd never seen her in before. Different hairstyles, shades of lipstick. The only thing he'd leave with is a cock trying to burst out it's prison and a pair of knickers for the next day.

They'd slowly got more and more ridiculous too. Today he was having to sport a pink sparkly lace number that had a tendency to venture up his crack at all times. She knew exactly what she was doing. It was coming up to meeting time and he didn't want to go. But he knew better than to not. In three weeks he'd have rank over her for good and it'd put an end to these games. Even if he had did get hard at the thought.

He knocked at her door and waited for a response as he learned to do. She beckoned him in as he locked the door behind him. She was a in a red figure hugging dress, red lips, red heels. Her legs a sheer nude look in her stylish stockings.

"Lie down," she instantly commanded.

"Look. I know we agreed but this was not part of the deal," he said sounding all too aware of the tremour in his voice.

"The deal was that you be in knickers and chastity for a month. We're honouring that deal, no?"

"These tease sessions, they're driving me mad!"

"Oh no... lie down."

He hung his head and reluctantly bowed to her whim. He was on the floor. Trousers off assuming his position. She came round to him, heels click clacking on the office floor. She stood over him, lifted up her dress revealing the lace tops of her nude stockings and unsurprisingly a plain red thong. She bent down, knees to the side of his head. Parted her thong to the side and said "Tongue." He held out his tongue as she straddled his face. Gripping his hair with full force as she grinded up against him.

Her pleasure started to rise, her wetness and his tongue mixing into a warm slippery mess. He protested somewhat through muffled breaths as her hips were trying to grind his face through the floor. His head being forced up upward as she pulled his face into her.

She only got more aggressive. Slowing now and then but otherwise going for a world record. It was all on her clit as her whole body started to light up. She deliberately would grind her pelvis deep into him so it would catch and the release would send waves of pleasure through her. It only got stronger as he could feel her reactions through wetness, he could taste her completely.

She started to moan louder and sharper as it built. All rhythm was gone and it was just a slick mess by now. Both hands pulling on his hair. The moans of hers coming through gritted teeth, getting shorter and higher pitched before a gushing wave of release washed over her... and his face. A lot of it falling into his welcoming mouth.

Her movements slowed before she came to a stop. She leaned down as if to kiss him but just gave him a look over instead.

"I taste good, don't I?" she licked at his face covered in herself. He didn't respond. Just lay there, face a mess, cock as bursting as ever to be freed. She stood up, put her dress back down and inspected his cock with her foot.

"This colour suits you but I think we'll try something different," she walked over to her drawer and pulled a pair of silky black knickers out that looked like they'd barely contain him.

"Please, please, just, this can't go on. My dick is going to break," but it was falling on deaf ears.

"I'm not one to break an agreement darling," she dropped the knickers on his face and gave him another look over. Smiling, pleased with her work. She returned to her desk and picked up the phone as he got dressed. She ordered the person on the other end of the phone to try a new sales area. He shot her a skeptical look.

"What are you doing?"

"Well if I'm not going to win this month I thought I might as well try to experiment with different fields. That a problem?"

"Guess not," he said again with a healthy dose of skepticism. And with that he left her office again feeling somewhat used but he tried to keep his end goal in mind. Think of the promotion, think of the promotion.

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Another week had passed. He really hadn't thought this through. Last time she had him locked up it he couldn't concentrate and his team's performance dipped. The same was happening again here. He was being short with everyone. His usual confident man management and sales strategies were clouded by a fog of daily frustrations. If this continued he was at risk of not winning the month at all. Something unthinkable after what he'd agreed to. He hung his head down at the thought. A bit of lace trim of his latest knickers poking out the top of his work trousers.

He made her a tea and knocked on.

"This is a nice surprise. I do enjoy having you as my tea boy. But not for much longer eh Mr Big Boss Man?" a raised eyebrow, a wicked smirk. She'd really started to enjoy this and if anything that's what got to him the most.

"My sales team performance is dropping and there's no guarantee I'll win this month and it's all because of this," he put a hand to his groin area and grabbed the chastity cage through his suit trousers, "I need you to take it off."

She couldn't help but release a laugh, followed by an ear-to-ear grin.

"Had enough darling?" she couldn't hide her joy.

"Yes. It's ridiculous and teasing and serving you bullshit has got to stop."

"Ooh, someone is tetchy today, aren't they? I tell you what. I'll stop teasing, no more serving me, you can even do away with the knickers but that stays," she offered.

She had him right where she wanted him.

"No. It comes off. Where's the key?" he was getting agitated.

"Calm down darling, I'm a very reasonable person. You know that. But we made an agreement, that's business! You can't renege on contracts with clients can you?"

"This happened last time. You locked me up and I got all worked up, no thanks to you, and my team's performance plummeted. And if... wait," his face changed to one of a very puzzled expression.

She smiled again as she took another sip of her tea. A heel dangling from her foot as she bobbed it up and down with a sense of satisfaction.

"You knew this would happen," he locked eyes with her. She held one hand up, the other holding her mug of tea, as if to say 'yep, guilty'.

"You scheming little ARGH, why, what did-" he stopped. His shoulders slumped and he fell into the chair with a sense of resignation.

"Oh darling," she popped her mug on the desk and made her way round to him. "Men," she said as she leant down and put a finger under his chin, "so predictable."

"You're unbelievable," he said.

"No, just your future boss," her pleasure at saying this was unmistakable. "You know I've had some rather interesting news."

"What?" he pretended to be uninterested, wallowing in his defeat.

"The numbers don't get posted til the end of the month but that new area I experimented with had quite the pay-off. Early talk from the board is that my team have smashed the monthly best record after only 2 weeks," she walked over to her drawer and took out a key.

"Fuck," he said. Utterly resigned. She unzipped his trousers and took to the chastity cage with the key. Off it came. His dick hard within seconds despite the professional defeat.

"You what I think?" she said, "I think you like it. I think you like wearing my knickers, being in chastity, serving me, being teased."

"No I don't."

"Then why are you rock hard?" she kissed his cock gently at the head.

"And you know what else I think?" she lifted her dress and straddled him in the chair, parted her knickers to the side. She started rubbing his cock against her wet cunt. "I think you love the idea that I'll be your boss again."

She lowered herself down onto his dick. It was indeed rock hard, parting her lips with ease as it entered her welcoming pussy. He let out an almighty groan. His hands dug into her back as she slowly got to work.

"This is what you wanted isn't it? To be let out your cage."

"Yes. Oh fuck yes."

"Yes... what?"

"..yes Boss."

"Good boy," after this she sped up. It was so hard it was like riding a pole, he touched every inch of her as she leant forward burying his face in her breasts. Her hands clutched at his head and hair as she rode him. She'd been getting regularly serviced by his tongue but she'd missed the dick too. Although she'd never tell him that.

It wasn't long before they were both reaching climax as their frustrations spilled over. They were practically screaming in each other's ear when he exploded inside of her like a volcanic eruption and her whole body gyrated as she continued to grip his head for purchase as she straddled him in the chair. They both flopped over each other in a heap. She raised her head and planted a big red lipstick kiss on his forehead.

"Good boy," she repeated.

They dressed and composed themselves. He made for the door before he commented.

"Last time I make a business deal with you."

"Not sure you'll have a choice darling, Big Boss Lady, remember? Enjoy your last 2 weeks at my level," she said as she finished her tea. "Oh, I'll be needing a refill."

"No, we're equals remember, I'm not your tea boy," it was a lame attempt at clawing back some form of points on her but it was nothing more than a consolation. It had been a resounding victory for her as she was back in control once again as she gestured to the floor at the chastity device.

"I still want my 2 weeks darling," her promotion and subordiante-to-be were locked in.