At first, the stroking felt good, but slowly, my balls and cock began aching, the sensation growing and getting closed to orgasm. I stopped before orgams, remembering Kaitlyn's threat.

I don't know how long had passed when the door opened again. She stuck her head in, checked between my legs and satisfied, shut the door again. Just a few minutes later, she repeated the process.

As the evening wore on, it became harder and harder to keep erect. When I was unable to manage, I sat in fear that she would return and discover my failure. Each of the next two times she checked in, I managed to be hard for her.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she returned.

"Where are my pants?" I asked.

"In the car. Since we have work early tomorrow, I figured you should sleep over tonight. The door to the garage is down the hall to the right. I'll meet you at the car."

With that she was gone and I began to panic. "Please, God, no" I begged.

There was no response.

Finally I steeled up enough courage to open the door. The hall was dimly lit, and the door was only a few feet away. I made a run for the door, opened it and found Kaitlyn waiting in the car. She motioned for me to get in the passenger's side, and I did, my hard cock bobbing as I ran.

When I sat down I asked for my pants.

"Don't worry," she told me, chuckling, "they are in the trunk. Now, you're going to keep that thing nice and stiff for me aren't you?"

I looked at her with wide eyes.

"Don't disappoint me," she said sternly.

I blushed as I reached down gently stroking myself.

"I'm just glad I did OK earlier," I said, trying to break the awkwardness of what I was doing.

"You didn't" she said sharply.

"But, but, but," I stammered.

"I only checked in when I knew you were hard," she said, exasperated.

"When you knew?" I said dumbfounded.

"We were watching on a closed circuit TV. I thought you'd figure that out."

My jaw hit the floor. "We? WE? Who are We?"

"Oh, god," she said, "just about everyone, "Carol, Kim, Laura, Maggie, Donna, plus a few from accounting."

She paused, "Oh, and of course, Sara."

I freaked out, "Sara! My secretary? You let my secretary watch?"

"Yes I did," she told me, "And she really enjoyed it."

As we pulled into her garage, Kaitlyn took my hand and pulled it away from my cock, "Enough," she said, "You are not to touch it anymore, unless I tell you to. Understood?"

I nodded a bit sheepishly.

"Now before you go inside, a few things." She reached her hand down and gently stroked my throbbing cock, slowly and methodically. "This is no longer yours. It belongs to me. Understand?"

Again, I nodded.

She was looking at me very seriously, "And so does what is inside it. You will have many rules to follow, but the one which can never be broken is what I am about to tell you. You may never, under any circumstance, cum without my permission. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Tell me, you understand," she said.

"I understand."

"Understand what?"

"That I am not to cum without permission."

"I am going to give you one chance to stop this. If you want to stop right now, you can get out of the car, take your pants and go home. And we'll pretend that this never happened."

Her hand continued to stroke my cock, the pace slowing gradually.

"If you want to do this, just say one simple phrase: I want to be your slave."

I thought about it, her hand stoking me slower and slower as I grew closer and closer to orgasm.

Almost without thought I blurted it out, unconsciously, "I want to be your slave!"

I saw a smile cross her lips, one which I had never seen before, not just playful, not just sexual, but cruel.

For a brief second, her eyes filled with pity, and her expression changed, "David," she said, "I hope you know what you are doing. Nothing is ever going to be easy for you ever again. You are going to suffer."

Her face changed back and she sneered slightly, "But it is too late now."

She smiled. "I'm going to make you regret this."

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