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Finished, he hesitated before pulling up his pants. "May I get dressed?"
"You learn fast," she said. She grabbed his balls, watching her hand caressing them for a moment before she looked up at him. "If we do this, I own these. Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Yes ma'am."
She stroked his still hard cock. "Stand against that wall and wait for me," she said, looking as if she had reached a decision. Pants still around his knees, exposed to anyone who might drive or walk past his store, Derrick moved where she directed. From behind the counter, Terri grabbed her cell phone from her purse. Cell phones weren't allowed during working hours. Turning it on, she pointed its camera at him and snapped a picture before moving to stand in front of him. "Get dressed," she said, sitting back down at the table. Derrick pulled his clothes back into place and joined her.
Terri's phone displayed the picture of him standing next to the logo painted on the wall. Beneath the picture were two buttons, save and delete. She positioned the phone in front of him. "Your choice. One button leads to your destruction. The other?" She shrugged. "I guess the other means I just got a free show."
"My destruction?"
Terri covered the phone with her hand. "I'm serious, Mr. Mac. My role becomes finding your limits and pushing you past them. The more you squirm, the more fun it becomes for me. Discipline is only part of the deal. If you fail me, I'll send that picture to corporate headquarters."
"It's a sex game, though, right?"
"For one of us, it will be."
When she moved her hand, he pressed the save button.
"Umbrella is your safe word," she said, picking up her phone and putting it her pocket. She explained what a safe word meant, how he was to call her only Mistress when they were alone, and difference between living in the world and being "of" the world. "You live in this world, but are no longer of it. You have no rights. No one is to know of our arrangement. Lie to anyone but me." As her list of instructions and rules went on, Derrick's second thoughts began. She had clearly thought about this in much greater detail than he had imagined. When she was done, she produced her phone again with the picture of him standing in front of the logo. Once more, there were two choices, upload or cancel. "If you press upload, it's saved to a private folder on the internet. If you press cancel, we'll delete the picture from my phone and forget all about it." He hesitated before pressed upload. "You're a stupid, fucking bitch," she said, laughing and heading behind the counter again. He guessed she was putting away her cell phone. Instead, she brought her purse back to the table and sat. "Can you get hard again?"
"Yes," he said, the anticipation of her next command teasing him.
"Good. Throw away your underwear, you won't need those anymore and let me see how hard you can get."
Recognizing his lack of choice in the matter, Derrick slipped off his shoes, pulled off his khakis and underwear, and threw away his boxers. Sitting bottomless next to her, he rubbed his cock back to life. It didn't take long.
"Good. Put your pants on in case someone comes in."
Relieved that he was allowed to dress, he scrambled back into his pants. "Thank you, Mistress," he muttered, using her new title for the first time. Beneath the pleated front, his hard on was still obvious.
"Do you have a camera on your phone?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. Then you can text me a picture of your hard cock every five minutes. Exactly every five minutes. And not a picture of it through your pants, but of your bare prick, understand?" Holding her purse, she pulled out her car keys and stood.
Derrick nodded. "Where are you going?"
"You don't get to ask me that anymore, bitch."
"Sorry, Mistress," he said, wondering how he could still be her boss at work. Did that still apply? Digging through the menu on his phone, he found a timer and set it for five minutes. Lost in thought, he had to revive his hard-on for his first picture. Bored, he walked around the store, pacing until another five minutes had passed. This time, his hard-on was waiting for its picture. He unzipped, pulled out his penis, snapped the picture, and was busy sending it when headlights moved through the parking lot. He realized he was standing in plain sight of the car with his hard cock sticking out from his pants. He turned his back to the window, finished sending the text, and tucked his prick back into place. During the next several alerts of his timer, he remained cautious.
Nine times, he sent Terri pictures of his hard cock. After the second one, he sent the rest from the relative privacy of his backroom office, sure that he was safe from prying eyes. He was getting ready to snap off his tenth picture of the afternoon when the service door opened. Spinning away from the open door, he fumbled with his phone and exposed prick, dropping his phone on the floor before he heard Terri's laugh. "Just turn around," she said. He did, his hard cock sticking out of his fly. He saw the delighted smile on her face and felt good to be a part of it.
Walking around him, Terri ran her hands over his body. She grabbed his pecs, squeezed his ass, and for whatever reason she had, tweaked one of his ears. Standing back in front of him, she caressed his hard cock. It felt strange to have this young employee of his touching him so intimately. Six inches shorter than him, she stared up at him as she rubbed his prick. "You were a good boy,
" she told him. "Every five minutes, right on the dot, you sent me a pic. That deserves a reward. Did you know I love to suck cock, Mr. Mac?"
"No Mistress," he said, his cock throbbing inside of her hand.
"Mm, I do. I love the feel of a nice, long, hard cock between my lips. You know the best part of sucking cock, Mr. Mac? Feeling him exploding inside your mouth. Fuck, I love that feel. I get wet just thinking about it. Would that be a good reward, Mr. Mac? Would you like to feel my warm, wet lips around your hard cock?"
"Yes Mistress," he said, though he was sure his throbbing cock was answer enough for her.
"Or maybe you'd rather see me naked. Would you like that, Mr. Mac? Would you like to see how I look naked? I know I don't have big tits, but they're perky and my nipples are really long. Everyone loves my nipples. Do you liked shaved pussy? That's how I keep mine, nice and smooth. Do you want to see me naked, Mr. Mac?"
He felt his mouth go dry. Was she setting him up? Was there one answer that was better than another? "Yes Mistress," he repeated, thrilling at the idea.
