Desk Toy [Mdom] [Fsub] [Dubious consent/ nonconsensual] [Face fucking] [Sensory deprivation]

(THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION- ALL CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL)

Eric entered the door to his house with a huff, glad to be home and finally allowing himself the relaxation of being away from the office even though he still had a few hours of work left that evening. 

“Honey I’m back!” He yelled as he dumped his saddlebag on the foyer bench and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. He smiled to himself, knowing she couldn’t hear him. He wonders how wet she is right now.

It was his girlfriend Mara’s day off work today, and they both agreed to try out some extended bondage. Well, *agreed* is not quite the right word. While he did recently initiate a discussion about how Mara needs to start pulling her weight around the house more, given that she is jobless now and is living at his place rent free, they didn’t exactly determine in what ways she would be doing that. 

He poured some water into glass and made his way toward the office. He paused right outside the door, and changed his mind. *She can wait just a little while longer, the suspense will do her some good.* After all, she was pulling her weight right this moment by giving Eric endless satisfaction. So endless in fact that he was considering how far he wanted to push it.

He went to the living room instead and turned on Netflix, looking for something in his continue watching list that was at least an hour long. He stretched and kicked off his shoes, going back into the kitchen during a slow scene to throw some food in the microwave. *Hmm, she’ll probably be getting hungry around now. Well it’s a good thing she has room for what I’m going to feed her at least.* 

When creating his plan earlier, Eric was overjoyed at the fact that Mara wasn’t someone who drank a lot of water or ate a lot of food throughout the day. This morning he had gotten up extra early to cook a full breakfast with lots of protein and carbs to keep her full all day. She started getting sleepy afterwards, which only Eric knew was partly due to the sedative in her orange juice and not only because of the carb overload. After she passed out on the bed for a nap, he had carried her to the office and set her up. She would wake up and find herself knowing exactly where she was and exactly what she had in store for her when he got home. 

He decided against watching another episode, wanting to get his work out of the way. Quietly opening the office door and stepping into the room, he gazed at her admiringly. Perhaps she had learned her lesson about housework, judging from the way she barely moved but still drooling onto the floor from the gap between the mouth opening of her hood and the dildo gag.

She was hunched forward on her knees, hands behind her back in an armbinder, facing out from the area under his desk where his chair would go when he wasn’t using it. The loop on the back of her hood was connected to the bottom of his desk surface, as was the tip of the armbinder she was in. There were cuffs on her thighs that connected to her ankles, so that she couldn’t stand up even if she was able to get unhooked from the desk. There was also a wet pool underneath her on the puppy pad Eric had the foresight to set out. He was actually hoping for this- he wondered how humiliated she had been in that moment when realized she was going to be tied up all day and had to piss herself right there.

Eric took out his phone and opened the app he had been playing with all day, the one that controlled the intensity and vibration patterns of the vibrator on her clit and the too large butt plug in her ass (he had been saving it for a special occasion). Just for fun he also gave her random shocks throughout the day, also to make sure she didn’t fall asleep, not that she would have been able to with the random intensity of the vibrators. How many times had she cum that day, 10? 20? He had half a mind to ask her out loud even though he knew she couldn’t hear him with the earbuds he put in her before he slipped the hood on. He controlled the audio for those as well, shuffling between a variety of podcasts on the topics of being a good submissive tradwife, how to be better at cleaning and managing a house, anti-feminist channels, and mindless bimbofication content. He had a few favorite episodes that he repeated through the day, hoping she was going to absorb the best of it. 

Besides the harsh bindings and the hood, she was naked besides the latex underwear that kept the plug and vibrator in place. *She’s probably cold. Eh, she’ll warm up once I start putting her to work. Should I take off the nipple suction cups?* He wondered. He was surprised the suction cups had stayed on all day. He did put them on extra tight, but still. Her poor pink nipples looked swollen to 3 times their size. That gave him a small grin. Yeah, those are staying on.

He lowered himself into the chair and scooted it forward, the vibrations from the floor jostling her from her dazed state. He had maybe 2 hours worth of work to get done, but with him being extra distracted it was going to take much longer than that. 

He decided to leave her earbuds in, since he found a new favorite tradwife youtube channel he wanted to play for her. He unstrapped the dildo gag, pulling it away as thick tendrils of drool fell to the floor. She made an audible inhale of relief. She wasn’t going to get relief anytime soon, but he thought it was adorable she thought she was.

He undid his buckle, button, and zipper, and let his erect cock spring out. He slid the chair toward the desk more, lined it up perfectly with her mouth (as he had painstakingly measured and installed the hood links to be for this very use), and slid in the rest of the way, filling her mouth with his thick cock. She started squirming after a moment, unable to breathe through her mouth with it being stuffed with cock. He gripped the sides of her head and pushed her into him. Just a few seconds more. 5. 4. 3. 2. Another pause. 1. He let go and she immediately gasped, only room enough for her to move her head back to get the tiniest bit of air since her hood tethered her in place. *Hmm, too much wiggle room for her.* He scooted the chair forward another inch and then scooted himself forward on the chair, plunging his cock to the back of her throat. Now she wasn’t going to be able to breathe at all unless he allowed it to happen. He was setting the expectation upfront so she knew how the night was going to go.

He wiggled his mouse to wake his computer up and pulled up his email while she started thrashing and choking. She wasn’t his girlfriend tonight. She was just a cocksleeve, and she was going to be his cocksleeve for the next few hours whether she liked it or not.