Prologue: Pete woke up with his alarm as usual but didn’t get up. He was dreading going in to work. Last night, he’d been caught jerking off in the office after he thought everyone had left. To make matters worse, he didn’t know who had caught him. She had blindfolded him and left without revealing anything after helping him “finish the job”. He thought he’d recognized her voice, but he couldn’t be sure. After she left he had cleaned himself up and finished the project he was working on before heading home.
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He finally got up and went to the office. When he got there, he went straight to his desk without his usual chit-chat and banter at the water cooler. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to clean his desk. There was nothing visible, but it still smelled like sex from where his mystery lover had sat and played with herself while he masturbated. He was about to fetch a cleaning wipe from the supply cupboard when he noticed a note beside his keyboard.
“Hope you have to work late again soon. Next time, instead of ‘Ma’am’, you are to call me Mistress.”
It wasn’t signed and he didn’t recognize the handwriting. He wasn’t sure if he would have recognized any of his coworkers’ handwriting anyway, he wasn’t that observant and had never really paid attention to such things. He decided to leave his desk smelling of her because he really did enjoy the scent. He logged into his workstation and started doing his dailies when the email from the boss came in.
“Major projects coming down the pipe. Some schedules will be adjusted. All Hands meeting — noon.”
“Oh great,” he thought, “no more surprise visitors.” He had just started looking forward to more encounters.
He decided to write up his story for an online forum and began typing it up. He started getting really horny, due to her scent still lingering in the air and generally reminiscing while writing. His prick twitched at the memories. By the time he’d typed out the whole story and posted it, he had a serious boner. He decided to go to the restroom for a quick knock-off.
Just after he sat down on the toilet and dropped his shorts to the ground ready to start jerking, he heard a key in the door, “Uh, umm, occ-occupied!” He stammered while reaching for his pants.
Her voice came through the door as it opened a crack, “I know,” she said as she slipped her hand in and turned off the light.
He was thrust into darkness. Before his eyes could adjust, the door opened and he saw her silhouette in the doorway. He still could not tell who she was. He could tell she was wearing a short skirt, but most of the women in the office did. Additionally, there were several women with a similar enough build that her outline didn’t help. She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her, leaving them both in total darkness.
“Caught you again, didn’t I,” she said, walking towards him.
“Who are you?”
“Shhhh, someone might hear,” she replied as she stood in front of him.
He was fully hard again in no time. “Mistress?” he asked in a whisper.
“Who else?” She replied and deftly straddled him, lowering herself onto his hard cock, guiding him with her hand.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped.
“Yes, that’s the idea. Now, shut up and fuck me.”
She’s bounced herself up and down on his cock, while he thrust up into her as deeply as he could. They pounded against each other in unison, hard and fast. When she felt his body tense like he was about to cum, she stopped and raised herself up enough that he slipped out.
“Godfuckingdamnit! I was almost there!” he whisper-shouted.
“Yes, you were,” she chuckled, “You just hold on to that for me until later.”
By now he was almost positive of who it was, but there was still that unfamiliar quality that was throwing him off.
“Stay there for a full minute before you come out, but no longer.”
“Uhhh, Ok. — I mean, yes, Mistress.”
“Good catch,” she purred back as she slipped out of the bathroom and relocked the door.
One minute wasn’t enough to finish himself off, so he fumbled around for his jeans and took his phone out of the pocket to check the time; 10:43. Then he put on his pants, turned on the light, and washed his hands. He decided it had been close enough to one minute after checking the time again (10:44) plus a rough estimate of how long it took to get his phone after she left.
He exited the bathroom. Thankfully, there was no one in the hall so he wandered to his desk.
The next hour passed uneventfully, though Pete was more focused on trying to figure out his unknown paramour than his work. At noon, the entire company assembled in the largest meeting room. Pete kept close the door, against the wall, and nervously tried to appear inconspicuous. His eyes darted about the room, trying to see if anyone was watching him. The boss had started talking but Pete wasn’t paying attention.
“… Pete, I’m going to need you on that one. Francesca, you’ve got PM.–“
Francesca was a grouchy project manager with a serious case of RBF. She glowered at the boss. “But, sir, you know my schedule calls for me to always have the evenings off. It’s why I take all of the European projects.”
“Yes, it’s a schedule change. You’re also going to be picking up West Coast. I need you to stay until at least 8 pm every night, you can start your shift as early as you like, as long you’re in the office by noon. Pete, you’ve got 11 to 7, minimum. Later as needed. Look, both of you, this is our biggest project ever. Pete, you’re the best developer and Francesca, you’re the best project manager I’ve got. So, just WORK TOGETHER. AND MAKE. IT. HAPPEN. Schedule changes are effective for everyone on Monday. Finish out this week as normal.”
The rest of the meeting was all about shuffling projects and schedules for other people to accommodate the new project and its hours.
“Great,” Pete thought as he walked back to his desk, “Francesca hates everyone. I’ve got two more days of relative freedom in the evenings. I’ll work late both nights, but if she doesn’t show up or let me know, I’ll never find my Mistress. I wish I’d paired with Kate, she’s just as good as Francesca and a million times nicer. Maybe it was Kate?”
Back at his desk was a new note, “In your desk drawer is a blindfold. If you want to keep playing, you’ll have it ready to wear tonight. Or you can go home at 5 like everyone else and leave it in the drawer.”
Pete knew the day would go faster if he buried himself in his work, so he did. As predicted, the next time he looked up at the clock, it was reading 16:56. “Perfect,” he thought, “time to wrap up and get ready.
He acted like he was still focussed on work, all three monitors filled with code samples. He typed and studied his screen and typed some more, pretending like he didn’t notice the time, or all the people starting to shuffle out.
“Hey, Pete, you coming to the bar tonight? Big game!” one his coworkers called.
“Nah, go ahead. Gotta wrap up some projects before that new thing next week, yanno?” he replied, taking the opportunity to glance around to see who was still around. It looked like everyone that hadn’t left yet, was in the process.
He saw Kate’s empty chair and Misty’s. Misty was another one of the women he was hoping the mystery woman might be. Francesa’s chair had been empty since 3, of course, she worked early on the Euro projects. Even quiet, mousey Liz, who did sometimes work late was on her way out the door.
Finally, he was all alone in the office again. He checked his drawer, and sure enough, there was a blindfold there. He took it out and placed it on his desk. Then he stood up and wandered around the office to see if it was actually empty. It was. Not another soul anywhere in the building. He went back to his desk and closed out all his work. Then he put the blindfold on his head, but not over his eyes, and turned his chair to face the front door. He had to know.