Part 9: Thalia
Thalia leaned back in her chair, her long legs stretched out in front of her. Her assistant stood beside her, silently observing as she continued chatting online. Suddenly, she sat up straight, her eyes wide in realization. "Oh my God, I completely forgot about work today," she exclaimed.
The assistant, a handsome young man named Liam, nodded understandably. "You're in luck," he replied with a grin. "I just so happen to have everything ready for you."
He walked over to the corner of the room where a bound slave was kneeling on the floor. The man looked up at him with fearful eyes, his face already recognizing what was about to happen. Liam knelt down beside the slave, his hands finding the leash tethered to a metal ring in the man's nose. He tugged gently, pulling the man's face closer to his own.
"Open wide, slave," Liam commanded softly. The slave obeyed immediately, opening his mouth wide as requested. With one swift motion, Liam lifted the slave up using a leather strap attached to his underarms. The slave's ass was now hovering inches above Thalia's face.
Thalia eyed the man hungrily, her cheeks flush with excitement. She leaned forward, her breath hot against the slave's lower back. Slowly, she reached out with her hands and parted his cheeks, revealing his tight hole. Her tongue darted out, tracing the underside of the ass cheek before dipping into the crease between the cheeks and the ass.
"Mmmm," she moaned, her face buried in the slave's ass. She could feel his warmth seeping through her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Liam stayed close by, occasionally kneading the slave's balls or gently stroking his cock through his pants to keep him aroused.
Thalia continued to lick and suck on the slave's ass, her mind filled with thoughts of submission and power. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be in control like this, to have a willing slave at her beck and call. As she worked the man's ass, his moans became louder and more desperate.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Thalia pulled away from the slave reluctantly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She glanced at Liam, who nodded reassuringly. He quickly tied a ball-gag around the slave's mouth before leading him back to his kneeling position on the floor.
"Come in," Thalia called out, her voice a mix of lust and authority. The door opened slowly, revealing a nervous-looking woman in a tight black dress. She cleared her throat before speaking, "Um, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but there's an urgent matter I need to discuss with you."
Thalia raised an eyebrow, amused by the woman's obvious discomfort. "Please, come in," she said, gesturing towards an empty seat across from her desk. As the woman sat down, Thalia couldn't help but wonder what she was about to face. Would this be another case of submission and domination, or would this woman too be a part of her twisted fantasy? Only time would tell.
