I reached up and released the tie that had held my assistant, Jimmy’s, head in place on my desktop and turned his head so that we could kiss. I laid there, his arms and legs still tied off close together through the kneehole in the desk, closely encasing him for a good twenty minutes, fully intending to fuck him again, to get my rocks off again, before I released him. I wanted to see those green eyes floating in semen. I was testing him, waiting for him to ask to be released, and then in one more assault on his asshole, I’d teach him once and for all that it was over when I said it was over. But he didn’t say anything. Maybe he understood what total submission was now.

But, then, maybe not, because I whispered in his ear. “Are you totally mine now? Can we move forward with no more of this nonsense from you, or are you out on your rear from this job?”

“Yes, yes, I’m totally yours now,” he whispered back to me. “I want you now more than ever before. But only if you throw that nasty penis sheath thing away.”

Ah, now, this wasn’t being totally submissive. So, I would take that last fuck—and then maybe another one after that, if necessary—but it wasn’t going to be the fuck that I’d anticipated.

With a sigh, I pulled out of him and picked up the expander sheath I’d penetrated him with before. I strapped it onto my penis and then I enfolded Jimmy once again in the close body meld that turned me on and fucked his brains out at eleven and a half leather- and stud-augmented inches. He understood where he’d gone wrong now—at last—and he took this fuck quietly and stoically and said all of the right things when it was over.

But he was right about one thing he’d said in the beginning of the evening. When I was finished, all tension had left me and I was able to release him from the desk and get back to my computer. I wrapped up a winning proposal in short order.

While I was finishing up my work, Jimmy moved around as if in a trance, picking up his clothes and padding off with a bow-legged gait to the men’s room to clean himself up. When he was back together, he returned and asked me if he was needed any more this evening. I instructed him to sit on the sofa in my office and wait until I released him. He sat without question or complaint. A good sign.

I was still naked, except for my dress shirt draped from my shoulders and my shoes and socks. But I’d come out of the last fuck so invigorated and so sure now of where I wanted this proposal to go that I had just plopped down and began to work my computer keyboard. More than an hour later, I pushed the save button and stood up and stretched. I felt really good, full of energy. A good job done.

I looked around and there sat Jimmy, waiting for me to release him for the evening.

“Stand up and strip,” I said.

Jimmy started to say something, but then he remembered that we were having a little lesson in domination. He stood and stripped down again. He still looked beautiful. There was no sign of the ordeal he’d gone through the earlier in the evening.

“Stand over there, in the center of