Your lip was in between your teeth as you watched your boss, Mr. Kento. The things he’s done to you are unforgettable. Having you in a spreader bar, forcing your legs open while his head in between your legs as you finished a spreadsheet for him, stopping when he doesn’t hear the penning on the paper.

Using a flogger on you, having you bent over on your desk, making his hand over your mouth so the employees outside his office don’t suspect a thing going on in his office. He always requested that you wear a small pencil skirt and a see-through white blouse with a few buttons unbuttoned.

You wondered now what Kento had up his sleeve, what he had planned next for you.