Chaste Assistant #2: An Unseen Addiction

Disclaimer: This story contains elements of heavy BDSM, sexual slavery and non-consensual themes. If these topics offend you, please do not read this story.

The story is heavily inspired by the movie Secretary (2002)

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Chapter 2: "An Unseen Addiction"

Over the next few weeks, Matt found himself becoming increasingly addicted to the rush of submission that he experienced whenever Ava gave him a new task or assignment. He lived for the moments when she would look at him with those hazel eyes of hers, eyes that seemed to see right into his soul and extract his deepest desires.

He worked tirelessly, putting in long hours to impress her, always eager to please and receive more tasks from her. He even found himself enjoying the small punishments she inflicted upon him here and there, secretly relishing the feeling of shame they brought him. Yet despite how much he craved her attention, he never dared cross certain lines, never dared give in fully to the darkness that threatened to consume him. That is, until the incident happened.

One day, after serving Ava her morning coffee, he noticed that she had gone back to her office without giving him any other instructions. Figuring he had finished his duties for the day, Matt let out a sigh of relief and decided to take a break. Sitting at his desk, he remembered the previous night's dream where he was tied up, completely helpless under Ava's command. His fingers began to move involuntarily towards his groin before he even realized what was happening. They traced the outline of his growing erection through his trousers.

Before he knew it, he was fully absorbed in a world of fantasy, imagining Ava walking in on him and taking control of his body entirely. Just as his climax approached, the unthinkable happened: Ava appeared in the doorway of his cubicle, her lips curled into a mocking smile. She had caught him red-handed.

For the first time since beginning their game, Matt felt genuine fear course through his veins. What would happen to him now that she knew his deepest secret? Would she still see him as the same loyal assistant or would she reveal his dirty little habit to everyone around them? Matt didn't know what to do except wait in silence and hope for the best. To his surprise though, instead of condemning him, Ava simply raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Interesting," was all she said before turning on her heel and leaving the room as she said "I'll see you in my office tomorrow morning."

The entire ride home on the train, Matt tried to piece together what that meant. Was it a threat? A promise? Or just another part of the game? He arrived home early that night, his mind racing with questions. He spent the evening tossing and turning, unable to get any sleep due to anticipation and anxiety about what the following day might bring.

Matt couldn't concentrate on work the next morning, trying to avoid Ava's gaze but failing miserably. All he could think about was what she might do or say to him in her office. When the clock struck eight, Matt made his way to her office, feeling like he was walking to his own execution. The moment he stepped inside, he knew something was different. The air itself felt charged, thick with unspoken words and electricity. As he stood there trembling, Ava leaned forward in her chair, a small smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Good morning, Matt," she purred, making him feel weak at the knees.

"Morning, Ava." he replied meekly, unable to meet her eyes.

"I want you to stand beside me with your arms behind your back" she ordered calmly, still wearing that smirk. Matt obeyed instantly, surprised by his own willingness. As he stood there, vulnerable and exposed, Ava ran her hand along his arm, sending shivers down his spine.

"You have been hiding something from me, haven't you?" She asked teasingly, her tone almost seductive.

He hesitated, unsure if he should deny it or confess. Before he could decide, Ava stripped his pants down as she answered her own question.

"Don't worry, I know what it is...you were pleasuring yourself while at work, weren't you?"

It was a statement, not a question, and Matt felt a wave of shame crash over him. He nodded silently, unable to speak.

Ava chuckled softly, running her hand along the length of his exposed penis, causing him to flinch.

"You like being controlled, don't you, Matt?" she murmured, squeezing his balls gently.

Again, Matt nodded, too ashamed to speak. She continued jerking off slowly yet firmly, watching every reaction on Matt's face, as she talked. "You like the thought of me seeing you, naked and helpless, don't you?"

She was correct, every word she spoke was hitting its target, his arousal was getting harder and harder, the pleasure mixed with guilt. Ava could see it, and it only made her more dominant.

"From now on, I am going to control your orgasms. You will not come unless I tell you to, unless you are punished" she explained coolly.

Her fingers kept pumping his cock steadily, maintaining the rhythm. Matt found himself becoming more and more lost in the sensation, despite the humiliating situation. It was as if some part of him actually wanted this, craved it, needed it.

"Do you understand, Matt?" she asked, her voice low and hypnotic.

"Yes, Ava" he finally managed to whisper as he approached his orgasm. As he felt it coming closer, Ava stopped touching his cock and pushed him away.

"Not yet, Matt. Not until I say so." she said as she walked to her desk and sat down, motioning for him to leave.

His heart pounding, he fled her office, feeling both relieved and disappointed. Relieved that he wouldn't be punished further but also disappointed because he never got to release his orgasm. From that day onward, Matt understood that his addiction was far deeper than he ever imagined. His sexual gratification was now under Ava's complete control.