Office Call

I was at my desk in the early evening, shuffling through some papers. I had the phone propped against my ear. I was trying to look busy but I was distracted.

He was growling into my ear, telling me all of the things he wants to do to me. I was quiet except for occasional murmurs. I couldn't melt into my chair like I wanted to do, nor could I address him as "Sir" like I know he expected.

But he knew that he was getting to me. I was quiet, but he knew. He kept talking until I was lulled into a trance. His words were so cruel and sadistic, but I felt calm, like he had laid a heavy blanket over me.

"You love this, don't you?," he cooed.

"Yes," I whispered, afraid to say any more.

"I can tell. I can hear it in your breathing. I can hear your submission. I can hear the change in your voice."

I sighed and let his words wash over me. Outside my office door, the busy day continued but I remained still at my desk. I breathed in and out, shallow expectant breaths.

"Listen to what I can do to you," he whispered. "I love what I can do to you."


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lalana said...

I love that scenario... unfortunately I work in one of those places where "random calls are recorded for training purposes" so I can't get those calls :(
He just tortures me via text messaging instead, which is ALMOST as good.