The cold steel around my neck which held the dangling key, the cage rustling in my pocket, the memory of his words to me; everything worked towards keeping me in an erotic stupor. I couldn't concentrate; I couldn't think. Work was getting ahead of me. My thoughts continually drifted and drifted to the feeling of his thumb on my wet lip and the expectations of what was to come. He was completely inside my head.
This was silly, this was dumb I'd say to myself. And then I'd get aroused again. My mind wound itself around these tiring circles until I was emotionally exhausted. I ran off to the bathroom.
***
"Jamie, you may go in," the secretary smiled. She always wore such low skirts. I wondered if that was her choice...orhis. I shivered. Slowly and hesitantly, I opened the large door to my boss's office. The firm was organized in such a way that I'd never even met him.
"Jamie, come in," a voice boomed.
He forcefully grabbed my hand to shake it and stared me deep in the eyes. "Pleasure to meet you in person" he grinned. I was seemingly half a foot shorter than him. His large hand encompassed mine entirely. "Remind me, how long have you been with the company?"
It was like I didn't exist. Immediately I knew my hard work and patience with the company had gone unnoticed. "Fou--four years, sir," I struggled to get out.
"Mhmm, and in all that time you've had the same position here, correct?" he said matter-of-factly.
"That's right, sir."
"Well," he smiled again, "I think that's all about to change."
He went on to explain that he had noticed how I dressed around the office and needed someone to help him with his own style of dress. He was just too busy to spend time on such matters alone. But this new responsibility would be the entirety of my promotion. That, and five dollars more an hour. I didn't even hesitate to say yes.
"Great!" he exclaimed. "Let's start. I have some outfits I need an opinion on."
A bit caught off guard at starting so soon, but filled with eagerness, I readily agreed.
He stepped up to me. "You can start by taking off my tie." I froze. I wasn't aware that this would be a part of it. I'd just assumed I'd be using my taste to help him. But maybe I just wasn't familiar with this type of job.
"Jamie?" he asked with some curiosity.
"Oh, yes sir, of course" I replied.
Reaching up to undo his collar, I felt utterly small, undersized. His neck was so far away. I accidentally brushed against his jawline which was noticeably hard and sharp. "Sorry!" I said hurriedly. Embarrassingly, he had to duck to let me lift his tie off. I was met with a strong, masculine musk mixed with cologne.
"Very good," he offered. From there, we proceeded to try on a number of ties. All with me putting them on and taking them off. It seemed like it'd be quicker for him to just do it alone but he was the boss after all and I assumed he knew best.
At one point, he decided to have my stand on his ottoman to make our work go faster. In my continued nervousness, I teetered over while affixing one of the ties. Thankfully, he caught me, his strong hands grasping my hips.
"Oh! There you are. You're okay."
Horrified, I realized both at once: that the head of my cock was slightly engorged, and that his thumb was now resting against it.
"Uh...thank you." I tried to lean artfully away.
***
"Jamie, good work today. But we have to talk. Honestly, everyone in the office knows about you--that's not a problem. But, I'm going to need you to keep that under control if we're to continue. Understood?" As he said 'that', I could have sworn I felt him caress my penis again with his hand.
