Listening intently to your conversation with Sir Cecil, I felt myself swell with a certain pride as you described me as being in the perfect place. I smiled, pleased with myself that you seemed to be happy with me.

Kneeling beside you like this, a calmness washed over me that allowed my mind to drift away from the conversation and all that was happening around me. As my senses took over, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I could smell the pungent aroma of the leather you wore and I blushed warmly at the memory of the leather flogger as it kissed my skin. From somewhere outside of this memory came a niggling doubt, that voice of reason breaking in once more...this is your boss...this isn't right...you can't allow this to continue.... On and on it went until I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and shook my head to rid myself of the doubts. I knew my body and I knew that it was responding to these new demands with excitement. Willing myself back to that calmness, I asked myself what I wanted. The answer came to me without delay, and it was as simple as one word, This. I wanted this. Whatever this was, I promised myself that I would deal with each thing as it came.

At your command, I struggled to stand without the use of my still bound hands. Gaining my balance, I stood and followed you towards a table. Despite your directions otherwise, I could not help myself but to allow my eyes to peek out under my hair and take in my surroundings once more. This place was incredible. Pure extravagance every way one turned. I gasped in delight as I saw the ornate table at which we would be dining. Thinking of food, my stomach grumbled and I remembered that I had not eaten since breakfast. Oh I was famished. My excitement faded abruptly as we reached the table and you indicated that I was to kneel beside you.

I looked at you with pleading eyes but you were already helping the woman next to you into her seat. I sighed audibly, and lowered myself to the tiny cushion that had been placed there, for my comfort, I supposed. Dejected, I knelt but as I did I noticed that I was in such a position that I would be able to take in my surroundings without being observed. Keenly, I allowed my eyes to dart around the room, taking everything in.

My jaw dropped and my eyes stared in disbelief as some of those that were kneeling crawled under the table once the person they were with had been seated. I could not believe my eyes as several of them positioned themselves in front of the chairs and began performing sexual acts! Amazed, I could do nothing but continue to stare.

From the other side of the lady beside you, a pretty girl emerged and crawled past me. She caught my eye and winked as she smiled mischievously. Enthralled I watched her, wondering where she was going. I was surprised to see her stop and position herself in front of your chair. I was even more shocked to watch her reach up and unfasten your leather, releasing your cock. She looked at me once more, and with another wink, she engulfed you within her mouth.

I went numb. Then I saw red. Angry tears immediately filled my eyes and spilled over to run down my cheeks. What the hell was going on, I asked myself? Why was I reacting this way? Frustrated with myself and confused, I tore my gaze away from this girl, feasting on your cock, and hung my head. My shoulders shook slightly as I tried to hold in my sobs.

My thoughts raced a million miles a minute...was I jealous? It seemed unreal and yet, it was the only way I could describe what I was feeling. Sure, back at the office, all of us girls had serious crushes on you. You were Mr Mason, so handsome, and so nice to each of us as you passed by our desks each morning. My friends and I had spent countless lunches talking about the what-if's had we not been employed by you. And now, here I was, taken away by you and brought to this place. I ought to be overjoyed at the attention you were giving me, regardless of the fact that it was not the attention we had envisioned in our girlish daydreams.

I came to realize very quickly, that in this short amount of time, my feelings for you had grown. Part of it, I was sure, was a feeling of dependence - knowing that I had no idea where we were, what was coming and that you were the only person I knew here. The other part of it was something I still needed to examine but it had to do with the way that I responded to your touch and your commands and the knowledge that had come to me in the hallway earlier - I wanted to please you. Again I realized that I wanted this, whatever that meant.

Choking back my sobs and quieting myself, I raised my eyes once more to take in the action under the table. I looked slowly from each person to the next, allowing myself this opportunity to really see what was happening around me. Finally, I let my eyes rest on the girl that was enthusiastically sucking your cock. I wanted to push her away from you but I didn't dare. Instead, I turned my head and gazed up at you, my misery and internal struggle apparent on my face.

You were in the midst of an animated conversation with some of the other guests. I felt so alone as I knelt beside you, and I was seething with jealousy that another woman had you in her mouth. I was once again taken by surprise at the feelings that overflowed within me as I continued to gaze up at you. Struck with the force of a gale wind, I realized, I wanted you. I wanted you all to myself.

I cleared my throat quietly, hoping to gain your attention...