A
Aalyiarah
Guest
The endless scroll through LinkedIn’s feed had become boring half an hour ago, but he was waiting on the meeting to end before going into his boss’ office. Greyson was caught up with his work, he prided himself on his work ethic and being a perfectionist since he could recall he had groomed himself to be nearly flawless with his work and hardly had to double check a single e-mail or document that he wrote. The office was busy, and he had meant to see his boss before the meeting had started but a need to pee had caused him to miss his window of opportunity since the bathrooms on their floor were all out of order. A phone call would come through, he’d answer but end up taking a memo. Another task complete and he was still bored. Looking at his black matte apple watch as it told him to stand. Just as he would the door opened and the two potential clients were about to leave. “I have your car coming to pick you up,” bowing slightly in respect after tapping a few times on his watch, making his statement true. They would offer him a hand to shake but quickly headed off.
Smoothing out his black pinstriped button-down shirt, and grey tie, Greyson used the voice commands to set aside thirty minutes putting all means of contact with him on hold. Stepping into the office, “well, you have a small window of downtime.” A smug expression tugged at his lips, “I’m bored. This job doesn’t challenge me and that is why I must punish you.” Dark brown orbs looking over through the clear lens. “We won’t be interrupted. I have booked us the next half an hour.” Walking over to the nearby bookshelf, a well-manicured hand reached out grabbing a well-designed mock book that housed a small compartment. “It’s been a while since we have used these,” holding up a string of anal beads, “too long wouldn’t you say?” Approaching the other’s desk, “we can do this your way or mine…” The strand measure over fourteen inches in insertable length with each ball getting wider starting with half an inch and going up to two and a half inches. Letting the anal bead string fall into the desk with a thud these weren’t your typical beads but each one was weighted to add to the fullness feeling.
Smoothing out his black pinstriped button-down shirt, and grey tie, Greyson used the voice commands to set aside thirty minutes putting all means of contact with him on hold. Stepping into the office, “well, you have a small window of downtime.” A smug expression tugged at his lips, “I’m bored. This job doesn’t challenge me and that is why I must punish you.” Dark brown orbs looking over through the clear lens. “We won’t be interrupted. I have booked us the next half an hour.” Walking over to the nearby bookshelf, a well-manicured hand reached out grabbing a well-designed mock book that housed a small compartment. “It’s been a while since we have used these,” holding up a string of anal beads, “too long wouldn’t you say?” Approaching the other’s desk, “we can do this your way or mine…” The strand measure over fourteen inches in insertable length with each ball getting wider starting with half an inch and going up to two and a half inches. Letting the anal bead string fall into the desk with a thud these weren’t your typical beads but each one was weighted to add to the fullness feeling.