Office Submission Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Office Submission Ch. 06

The island was a new level of luxury for Ron and Bill, a hanger full of gulfstream jets, a private airstrip, and a fleet of luxury SUVs. In addition to her personal mansion and a whole village of guesthouses Von Lauren maintained an entire multistory privately staffed hotel for events and her lower tier guests and staff.

As they deboarded the jet a black SUV was waiting to take, "Ron plus one" to a cliffside guesthouse. Standing atop a sheer cliff facing west it promised to have amazing views of the sunset over the vast pacific ocean. As they toured the house Ron dismissed the live-in butler, pointing out that he brought his own as he patted Bill's wide back.

Despite being submissive to Ron, Bill had traditionally been the breadwinner with his name on things like the house and car. One of many reasons he wanted to marry Ron was to create legal protections for Ron allowing him to truly own what had previously been Bill's. Publicly being treated as just an inferior afterthought to Ron's superior ranking in the social hierarchy of the island was new and exciting for Bill.

Bill had privately accepted he was Ron's property, yet suddenly here on the island it was as if there private life had spilled out into the open. When Ron casually dismissed the house butler without consulting him and further implied Bill would be doing the cleaning and chores during their stay Bill felt a stirring in his pants that he had been suppressing the whole flight.

After the butler left ...

... Ron turned and was happy to see Bill's reaction to his treatment. "Oh yes mine, if I have to work this week so do you, now what are you wearing?" he scolded.

Bill blushed, so thrown off by the new circumstances he had forgotten his proper slave etiquette. Stripping down to his briefs he fell to his knees, kissing Ron's shoes. "Apologies Master, I have yet to unpack my house uniform."

Ron smiled wide at his thickly muscled fiancé, submitting, and groveling at the slightest word from him. Grabbing Bill's neck in a tight grip with both hands and looking him in the eyes, "Given the new environment I will let it pass for now but expect punishment later." Ron gave the thick neck a squeeze as Bill knelt submissively with his hands clasped behind him. "I am going to sit on the balcony and enjoy the view, I expect our bags to be unpacked and you, properly attired, bringing me a drink within the half hour."

Bill's recently uncaged cock throbbed as Ron held his neck. Once Ron went outside Bill rushed to unpack the bags making sure all the clothing was laid out neatly and orderly in the dresser or hung in the closets. Checking the clock he even took a few minutes to steam any wrinkles from packing so things would be perfect for his master. Twenty-five minutes later dressed in his house uniform of black leather jockstrap, collar, and cuffs he was serving Master Ron a gin and tonic on the balcony.

Ron lounged back in the padded deck chair and sipped his drink watching the sun ...