The Temp - Sex Stories

The Temp

... met again, I felt a growing desperation inside me. “Is that clear?” “Yes, Ms. Harper,” I confessed, the words pouring from my mouth in a bizarre combination of both relief and panic. She spun around, climbed off my desk, and sat down in the chair facing me. “Good. Now, Jack, I would like you to come and kneel before me, and apologize for being so slow, and beg me to give you another chance. Oh, and Jack… I want you to be naked when you do it.” She leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. We had reached another crossroad. Up until this moment, my acts of submission, though degrading, had been motivated by the resulting inexplicable, yet intense thrill. But these thrills had come at a seemingly low risk. Now I was being told to remove my clothes in my office during a work day. And while my colleagues always knocked on my door before entering, some would typically knock and then enter immediately, anticipating my positive response. Being naked in front of my secretary would surely lead to my quick dismissal. My bl**d, which was pumping fast before, was now a bubbling cauldron. “What if someone should walk in while I’m… I’m…?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying! What in the world was compelling me to do this? I felt like I was having an out of body experience, merely an observer to the scene, hearing someone else responding to her on my behalf. “Jack… you’re hesitating again.” She stood up, glaring at me with a fierce look of anger. She was suddenly a Goddess exerting ...

... her authority over me. “Strip! Now!” I jumped to my feet in response to her command, and we stood eye to eye with only my desk separating us. At first, my hands moved slowly to my shirt buttons as I tried to understand my throbbing cock and rationalize the risk. What were the odds of someone actually discovering us? People didn’t walk into my office that often. As I removed my shirt and felt the cool air on my bare chest, I realized that Veronica’s latest demand, even more humiliating than the others, had also increased the level of my excitement. My heart raced faster, and I began to feverishly work at undoing my belt, then pulling off my shoes, socks and pants, as she stood silently watching me. Finally, I stood only in my briefs, the head of my cock protruding out of the top, straining to push the waistband away from my stomach. Veronica sat back down. “Naked. And on your knees.” I removed my briefs, standing totally naked before her, and in spite of the incredible adrenaline rush, I suddenly felt deeply embarrassed and slightly queasy. Still, I dropped to my knees and crawled to her. “Kiss my feet, and then speak.” I bent forward, which f***ed my ass humbly upwards, and I kissed both her feet passionately. I then sat up, but kept my eyes looking down. I couldn’t imagine where my words were coming from. “Please forgive me, Ms. Harper, for being so slow to follow your instructions. And please give me another chance to prove my obedience.” She extended her right foot, and ...