Another Day at the Office - Pt. 01

Bzzzzzzz!!

Oh God! Mistress was buzzing my prostate, with a ring around my balls, and a ring around the base of my dick, all through the remote bluetooth cage she had me wearing, right here at work, underneath my panties, all hidden by my slacks. It wasn't a chastity cage, at least not today. This insidious invention of hers was modular, with various interchangeable parts. Today I wasn't wearing any of the chastity attachments, so my dick wasn't therefore encumbered, but I did have the urethra milking attachment in my go bag. Mistress' instructions said to bring certain items, "in case of need."

That would he her need, of course, her needs, her whims, as to how I was to be treated. My need was to obey, she'd made that abundantly clear on prior occasions. She'd manipulated me into everything, one step at a time, and now had audio, videos, pics, all kinds of blackmail material on me, along with all of my contacts, logins, just everything. As she liked to remind me, not infrequently, she OWNED my ass, and the rest of me. And she LOVED to put me to work, often on camera.

So, Mistress was buzzing me again now, for the nth time this morning, I was rock hard in my panties, right here at work, and I just hoped that she wouldn't make me stand up and walk around, tented out like I was. A master humiliatrix, Mistress was.

Zing! "Hey..."

Oh Fuck. That was one of the combination sounds my phone makes when Mistress sends me a text. Fortunately she let me keep the ringer volume super low. Still... anyone standing right next to me might hear it... The "Hey" voice was clearly a "cum hither" type, albeit in a lower, androgynous-type voice, clearly not a sexy girl. It was more of a "my cock is hard in my panties right now, and you need to cum suck me off, bitch" tone of voice. Fuck.

I quickly checked my texts.

"Cock in your mouth. This is what you need to be thinking about, all fucking day. I'll zap your sissy pussy parts inside your tight panties, keeping you excited, edging you along, while YOU think of cock, in your mouth. Cock. Hot, hard, throbbing, and reeeeaaaaaallly needing release. You SO MUCH need that cock to shoot hot cum inside your mouth, dripping down your chin while you swallow as much as you can, filling your sissy belly with hot man jizz. You are such a horny faggot cocksucker!"

"So... here's your next assignment: Hard penis candies. All fucking day, bitch."

Fuck, I would have to meet with colleagues, while talking around hard candy in my mouth, and whenever one melted... just... fuck.

Mistress sent me a supply of these transparent hard candies, about the size of my little finger, from the first knuckle down to the tip. Shaped like a circumcised, hard dick, complete with fat helmet, veins, balls at the bottom, the whole nine yards... or, millimeters... times 3 I guess, so, 27 millimeters. Or so. Anyway, not big enough for my sissy anal pussy, but kind of big for a hard candy. You know, just to keep me mentally focused on edging... big hard candy, big hard cock. Whatever. So now I can suck cock, around anyone, in any circumstance, and it's just like I'm sucking a hard candy. A rock hard candy.

But here's the kicker. And you can see it, an off-white colored tube running down the center of each candy cock. Once you suck through the exterior portion of the candy dick, you get down to the jizz. This stuff, when your saliva hits it, this stuff sparks and spurts and expands into your mouth, bubbling a bit. Jizz with fizz, plus it tastes tangy, just like real cum. Hell, it probably IS real cum, knowing Mistress. She's always playing condom games, making me jack off into condoms, freezing them and sending them to her. And she sends me pre-frozen, pre-packed condoms, makes me defrost them, then eat the cum from the rubber on camera, sometimes on one of her live-stream channels. Who the hell knows whose cum I'm eating...

So, anyway, today, I'll not only be sucking rock hard dick candies all day, but every 20 or 30 minutes I'll have some stranger's dick, I mean cum, spurting into my mouth, for me to swallow. I don't know how Mistress thought up this perverted shit, but damn, I'm so fucking hard in my panties, just thinking about having some stranger's cum spurting into my mouth, maybe when I'm in a meeting, or talking to Melissa, or Jennifer, or Bill, or Bob.... Fuck. And Bob... he's obviously gay. I wonder if he'll recognize my cum breath...