It was a magnificent old oak desk. Massive, polished
wood touched the ground on three sides, with drawers
built into each side of the back. It was a huge desk.
Large enough to fit a person underneath comfortably.

He had noticed this when he first bought the desk. A
few modifications later and it was perfect. He had
business clients coming today for a meeting. Today was
the day to test the usefulness of this desk.

He brought her in first. His pet. He had ordered her to
strip and then put a belt he had made for her on. The
belt had two small vibrators in it. Strong enough to
tease her, but not so strong as to bring her to orgasm
or to be heard.

He checked the clip on the belt to make sure it was
firmly secured, and then switched the vibrators on. She
stood still, patiently awaiting his command.

He then brought out a blanket and two nipple clamps
from a drawer in the desk. He put the clamps on her
nipples, just enough so that there would be steady
pressure, and then spread the blanket on the floor
under the desk. Then he ordered her under.

She crawled under the desk and turned around so she was
facing him. He took each wrist and secured them with
wide leather straps to eyebolts he had added to the top
of the underside of the desk. Then he stood back to
admire his handiwork. ‘Perfect’ he though.

She looked up at him. Each wrist carefully secured to
the top of the desk away from her, spreading them away
from her. Her head slightly ducked so as not to bump
the side of the desk, and her knees bent so her bottom
rested on her feet. Comfortable and restrained.

He looked at his watch. Ten minutes. Then he explained
to her the duties he expected her to perform. She was
not to make any noise. She was not to make him come.
She was to service him with her mouth as he sat at the
desk.

This was to be one of the best business meetings he
ever had.

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She heard the secretary announce that his 10:00 meeting
was here, and heard him request them sent in. She was a
little cramped under the desk, but otherwise
comfortable. The vibrators were beginning to do their
job and she wished that she could reach down and help
them. She couldn’t. Her wrists were secured to the
underside of the desk.

He got up from the desk, careful to push away before
rising. She heard him greet what sounded like two other
men, and then saw his knees behind the desk again as he
sat down. He pushed his chair back under the desk, and
slid one hand down and touched her neck. She got the
message.

Leaning forward, she used her teeth to undo his pants.
It’s not as easy as it sounds. After about five minutes
of struggle he finally reached down and helped her,
moving his underwear aside out of her way.

Then she began working on him, alternating techniques
whenever she felt him get close. Her jaw began to get
tired. His meeting seemed to go on forever. In reality
it was only about a half an hour when she heard the
meeting end. The sounds of the others saying goodbye,
and the audible click of the door closing sounded like
heaven to her aching jaw and mouth.

So intent had she been on pleasing him she had almost
forgotten about the vibrators and nipple clamps. Now
the remembrance came back in full force.

Gently, he unfastened her wrists and lifted her out
from under the desk. He unbuckled the belt, and removed
the vibrators. Then he lifted her to him, and kissed
her. ‘You did well’ he whispered. He bent her over the
desk and entered her.

A few minutes later, they cried out their release in
unison.