I could have sworn that I had locked the door. How I made such a foolish mistake was beyond me. Kaitlyn had been flirting with me all night, as she tend to do quite often. She had a playful kind of friendliness, with just a hint of sexuality and voice which made me squirm, low, throaty, and very, very sexy.

Each time I had seen her for the past month, she had been increasingly friendly. Little touches here, a lingering hug, pressing against me slightly longer and harder than normal. Her kisses hello and goodbye had moved from my cheek, to my lips.

But tonight something was different. On four seperate occassions, she had managed to find some way to brush against my cock and each time, she would say something to me which would let me know it wasn't an accident.

The only thing that concerned me was work. As much as I'd love to go out with her, I was always uncomfortable with the idea of dating my boss.

I had gone into the bathroom to escape the rather awkward situation I was in. Kaitlyn's last manipulation had given me quite an erection. The more I thought about her, the more excited I became and before long, my pants were around my ankles and I was stroking myself.

And then it happened. The door opened and there she was, standing in front of me. I blushed deeply and scrambled to cover myself up. In the haste to pull my pants up, I tripped over them and fell to the floor.

There I was, with my pants around my knees, blushing beet red, looking up from the ground at the woman I was thinking about asking out on a date.

She smiled, looking down at me. She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Get up David," she told me. As I stood, she pointed at my throbbing cock, "Did I do that to you," she asked, biting her lip, batting her eyes, as if to appear innocent?

I crossed my knees and covered myself with my hands, not responding to the question.

"You don't need to cover it up," she said softly, "I wanted to find you like this."

I was almost shaking from embarrassment.

"You were thinking about me, weren't you? It's OK to tell me," she continued softly, stepping closer.

I stood motionless, barely able to nod, unsure of what was happening.

Before I could respond, her hand was wrapped around my cock, gently squeezing. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting her massage my throbbing cock. Just as I as about to explode, her hand slid down to the base and her thumb and forefinger squeezed very tightly around the base. My cock twitched, but stopped just short of exploding.

She whispered in my ear, "Since I got you this way, I think I should be the one who says how you get to finish."

She looked deep into my eyes, "Or," she said, her eyes looking directly into my soul, "IF you get to finish."

At that moment, my cock twitched in her hand, and I felt myself slide into a near trace.

I stuttered in response, "Wwwwwhat are you going to do to me?"

She smiled, "Apparently, anything I want."

"Now take off you pants and underwear," she continued. I followed her instructions. She collected them. She also removed the roll of toilet paper from beside the toilet. I noticed that the bathroom had no towels, no washclothes, nothing that I could use to cover myself.

She gathered them all up and walked to the door. She turned and explained to me, "I am going to check in with you throughout the night, and I want to see two things. First, whenever I open this door and look at you, I want you to be hard. Second, I want to make sure you don't cum. There is nothing to clean up with anyway, and I'll be able to tell. Those balls better stay nice and swollen for me. Understand?"

I nodded. "And if I don't do what you say?" I asked.

"You don't get your pants back and you'll find yourself on the curb."

I paused a minute, "And if I do?"

"Then I'll know what I have suspected all along."

"What's that?" I asked.

"That we are starting down a path where I will own your body, your mind, and your soul."

I sat down and spread my knees wide and began stroking myself for her, my expression a mixture of desire and desperation.

"Now be a good boy," she said, disappearing through the door, carrying my pants and underwear.

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