The boss has a strong palate.

The next day, I woke up late, feeling like my bones and muscles were still loose and I had no strength at all. I didn't get to the office until 10 a.m. After greeting my colleagues, I sat down at my desk and habitually crossed my legs. Suddenly, I kicked something and remembered that the three things were still standing there. No, even though Mumu said not to take them down, what if someone came in and saw them?

I thought about it and decided to find a carpenter to make an empty box according to the dimensions to cover the three things. Then, I would make a fake box to cover the rings around the edges. When I needed to use them, I would take down the fake box, and when I didn't need to, I would lock it. My desk is quite big, and even after taking up this space, there would still be plenty of room underneath. No one would suspect anything if they saw it.

I called Mumu and told him my ideas. He agreed, but then gave me two more requests: First, to install a clip (screw clip) on the inside of the table, under the panel, extending about 15 centimeters downwards from the tabletop. This meant that when I knelt down, my mouth would be at that position. I understood his purpose. The second request was that I get my clitoris and nipples pierced. I agreed.

Around 11 o'clock, I first removed all the equipment from under the table, put it in a drawer, and locked it. Then I went out and found a carpenter. After taking my measurements in my office, he drew up a plan according to my ideas and went back to make it, saying he would come and install it the next day.

Soon it was afternoon. I was thinking about those three wicked things, but I felt that my body hadn't recovered yet, so I didn't do it. In the afternoon, I went to a piercing shop. The nipple piercing was done quickly, but the lower piercing took a little longer. It couldn't be done when the clitoris wasn't erect, but when it was erect, the feeling was very intense. I endured it and successfully got the piercing done. For the next few days, to avoid infection, I carefully protected my three new holes. The gleaming platinum rings hanging from them certainly enhanced their sophistication. The secret under my desk was completely concealed by the fake box my craftsman made. I happily thought about these treasures, looking forward to our future SM life.

Then, starting the next day, Mumu disappeared without a trace. He wasn't on QQ, his phone was off, and I couldn't contact him at all. What happened to him? I regretted not learning more about him. If something had happened to him, maybe I could have helped. But what could I do now?

For the next week, I continued to try to contact him, but still to no avail. On Monday, a new colleague joined our unit. He was the same age as me, 175cm tall, with a pale face and a somewhat thin build. He gave off a slightly sleazy vibe, but his features were decent enough—not handsome, but not ugly either. He made his appearance at the staff meeting, and when I saw him, I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

At the meeting, the main leader introduced his background: "He is a recent graduate from a certain university, majoring in mechanical automation. He is a key newcomer being cultivated by a provincial enterprise, and now the higher-ups have arranged for him to intern and learn at our unit. Our office only has Director Gao with high-level knowledge, and since you are about the same age, communication should be relatively easy. I believe this young man is quite capable, so let Director Gao mentor him. It's like adding a skilled worker to your team. Oh, right, I haven't introduced his name yet. His name is Yu Mu. Let's give him a round of applause!"

Yu Mu? Mu Yu! I remember who he is. In junior high, there was a boy like that in the next class. Every day during class and after class, he would stand in the corridor where I could see our classroom door. Every time I left the classroom, I could see him, and I always felt like he was staring at me, as if his purpose in standing there every day was just to see me. But he never spoke to me, and I never initiated conversation with him. Let him stare if he wants; my high rate of being looked at isn't solely due to him. After three years of junior high, I transferred to another high school and never saw him again. At my junior high graduation ceremony, I received a letter that read, "My name is Muyu. I've been watching you for three years, and I like you!"

The person in front of me certainly looked like him from back then. After the ceremony, I called him to my office. He sat across from me at my desk, and we stared at each other for about ten seconds. I spoke first: "Yu Mu, introduce yourself!"

"So many years have passed, and you're still the same, cold beauty."

Hearing this, I thought, "Isn't this flirting?" You looked at me with that lecherous gaze when we were kids; I didn't even like you then, let alone now! An unnamed anger flared up inside me. I hardened my face and said in a very serious tone, "Xiao Yu, you need to understand that although you're a graduate student, and you were assigned here by your superiors to learn and intern, no matter how much knowledge or education you have, in my eyes you're just a greenhorn. Here, I'm your direct supervisor. You're not allowed to joke around with your supervisor, and you must address me by my title at work, understand?"

He was startled by my tone. After hearing my outburst, Sister Zhang from next door rushed over and pointed at Xiao Yu, saying, "What's wrong with you, Xiao Yu? You've offended our supervisor on your first day at work, and you're a graduate student, no less! Our supervisor has such a good temper; I've never seen her lose her temper. You young man, why don't you quickly apologize?"

With Sister Zhang's help, I instantly felt much better. He immediately realized his mistake and hurriedly stood up, saying, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Director Gao and I were classmates in junior high school. I wanted to greet her in a friendly tone, but she didn't seem to recognize me, so she thought I was disrespectful and that's why she got angry. I'm sorry." "

Oh, I see. But even though we're classmates, you should still respect her in the workplace and in public. We older women are much older than Director Gao, but we still have to respect her. Let me tell you, our Director Gao is very outstanding!"

I said, "Okay, Sister Zhang, I was wrong too. I got a little emotional today and took it out on Comrade Xin. It's alright, you can go now. I'll talk to Xiao Yu."

Sister Zhang nodded and left.

Yu Mu let out a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, my old classmate, my Director Gao, you have quite a temper! Okay, let me introduce myself. I'm a graduate student in Mechanical Automation from XX University. I graduated last year and was hired as a technical consultant for a provincial enterprise in XX province. I won the XX Automation Mechanical Design Award during my university years, so I guess you could call me the top scientific and technological figure at our school. I'm skilled in using computers, programming, designing automatic programs, and so on. My hobbies... well, I'm quite fond of the arts."

He emphasized the word "arts" very much, speaking very slowly, as if to stress it out.

"You said you're my classmate? I don't remember you at all."

"Actually, we weren't really classmates. I was in the class next to yours in junior high. Every day on my way to and from school, I would watch you in the hallway during breaks. But you're such a beautiful girl, so many people stare at you, and I'm so ordinary, you probably didn't notice me."

I knew he was that "Wooden Fish" guy, but I ignored him and chatted with him about other things. We talked for a while, and I was always careful about my tone and manner of speaking. I kept using a very serious, condescending, and lecturing tone. From his tone, I could tell that he agreed with my lecture, but he kept staring at me with a lecherous look, which made me blush and feel embarrassed. Moreover, his way of speaking was always teasing. In particular, he would cross his legs and often kick my desk while talking, saying, "Director Gao, the desk is very big, and the panel seems quite thick. The quality is good."

When he mentioned the desk, I thought about what was installed underneath, and my heart started to race. My colleagues were also wondering where "Wooden Fish" had gone. I thought he was just saying it casually, praising my good working conditions, and I didn't pay much attention to it. After talking to him for about 10 minutes, I let him leave.

In the time that followed, without Mumu around, I shifted my focus back to work, frequently taking staff, including Yu Mu, to handle and investigate matters in the community. This young man was indeed very considerate. When I took them out, I wouldn't drive; I'd let the driver handle it. Yu Mu would always come to open and close the doors for me, and he'd proactively help me carry things if I had them in my hands. He'd also offer to pour me water after we sat down.

Seeing these small gestures made me feel good, because lower-level leaders like us don't usually enjoy this kind of treatment. For us, doing our jobs well and serving the people is enough; we never think about how to enjoy ourselves. But since he made me feel this way, why wouldn't I appreciate it? However, I also noticed a detail. Because I wear skirts, stockings, and very high heels every day—as I mentioned before, my heels are at least 8 centimeters, and most of the time they're 10 or 12 centimeters—I usually appear a little taller than Yu Mu. The curve of my calves is very beautiful, attracting a lot of attention. But most people only look at my legs; Yu Mu, on the other hand, stares at my heels and the buckles every day. Once

again, Yu Mu said, "Director Gao, aren't you afraid of twisting your ankle wearing such high heels?"

"You get used to it. Once you're used to higher heels, wearing lower ones will actually hurt your feet."

"So how high can you wear? Can you wear 20 centimeters?"

"20 centimeters? My feet are only about 20 centimeters long. How can I walk in 20-centimeter heels?"

The conversation was brief, but my love for high heels made me think again. My highest heel is 16 centimeters; could I possibly wear 18 centimeters? Size 20 is definitely out of the question, and what about those ballet-style ones...?

On Wednesday afternoon, Yu Mu and I walked down from the office building. Just as I was about to drive home, Yu Mu received a phone call. He rushed over to me, looking flustered, and said, "Director Gao, could I borrow your office computer for a moment? I need to send a work report to my supervisor at noon today; it's urgent."

As soon as he finished speaking, my first thought was of the secret under my desk. Should I give it to him? Would he discover it? If I didn't, wouldn't that imply there was something shameful in my office? If I gave it to him, he wouldn't have the keys to those fake boxes; he probably couldn't open them or see anything. After thinking for a while, I took the keys off and gave them to him, reminding him to turn off the power when he left. Then I drove home.

In the afternoon, I went to the office and saw him still sitting in front of my computer. I said, "Muyu, aren't you finished yet? Have you eaten?"

"Yes, almost done. Director Gao, why is your desk locked so tightly? I can't open a single drawer or a single box! I can't even find a pen."

I was stunned for a moment, but quickly replied cleverly, "You little devil, can you just rummage through other people's boxes? Especially a woman's box, and your boss's box, you dare to rummage through it? If you're looking for a pen, can't you just go back and get it from the office next door? Hurry up and let me through!"

As he spoke, he scratched his forehead, got up and went to his office. I smiled smugly. In the blink of an eye, Mumu had been missing for three weeks, and Yu Mu had been working under me for two weeks. We repeated our work every day, and after returning home at night, I would entertain myself a little, but I missed the fun I had with Mumu, missed the crazy performances in front of the camera. In the following week, Yu Mu's work also got on track, and he bothered me less... And so, Mumu disappeared for a month.

Just when I was incredibly bored and feeling empty and lonely, it was Friday morning, a little past 7 a.m., and I was still half asleep when Mumu called. "You've been resting for so many days, you must be bored!" "

Are you dead? What have you been doing all these days? Not a single call or text, making me worry so much!"

I pouted.

But his answer disappointed me and made me impulsive. He said, "Where I go and what I do is none of your business. You don't really care about me anyway, since we've never met. I'm the master, you're the slave. Whenever I call you, whenever I give you orders, you just need to do as I say. Don't forget our SM relationship!" What disappointed me was that he didn't explain anything, and I didn't find any emotional balance in worrying about him. But what made me impulsive was his tone. It gave me the authority and seriousness of a dominant, like the authority I usually have as a leader in front of my colleagues—a sacred, inviolable, and irresistible feeling. Maybe he could become my real dominant, I thought.

He continued, "Today, let's experience the complete 'Devil's Desk'!" "After you get up, go to the toilet for an enema to clean your intestines. Then you can't eat solid food, just some nutritional fluids. When you go out, insert a small vibrator into your vagina and anus, keep it on all the time. Then wear black bodysuit stockings and the 16cm heels I bought you. If it's inconvenient to wear them in front of others, just put them in your bag. Wear size 12 to work, and change when you need them. Wear a shirt and a pencil skirt over them, no underwear. Bring a few bundles of rope to work."

Hearing this, I got excited and immediately went to take a shower and get an enema. After preparing everything according to Mumu's requirements, I drove to the office. It was the weekend, and my colleagues were working irregularly. I arrived at the office at 8:20. We start work at 8:30, and there weren't many people in the building. I thought I'd just pretend I wasn't in the office. When I got there, I filled a basin with water and put it in the office for later use. I also took a mop there. Then I called my subordinates and told them I was in meetings all day and wouldn't be in the office. I asked them to handle anything and report back to me later.

Then I locked the door and went on QQ, but there were no messages. I called Mumu, but he didn't answer. I listened to music listlessly, waiting endlessly. Thankfully, I had two vibrators to keep me company. I reached down and touched my genitals; as usual, wet and slippery. Looks like I'm in good shape today…

At 10 o'clock, an unknown number called, asking me to pick up a package. This time, Mumu didn't call to make any requests. I went downstairs, got the package, and quickly returned to the office. I didn't run into my subordinates during this time; probably after I told them I was in a meeting, they took the opportunity to slack off… What a lazy bunch.

I called him, and he answered, telling me to wait for him at the computer, and he'd be right there.

About three minutes later, he came online, and we connected via video. After carefully inspecting everything I had, he told me we could begin. I opened the fake box, disassembled it completely, and set it aside. Then I installed the three props, carefully securing the knots and excess rope on each loop. All the preparations were completed quickly. Of course, Mumu saw all of this through the webcam, and the entire process was recorded on the DV camera.

At this point, he asked me to open the package. This time, the package contained far fewer items. There was a dildo, identical to the last one in structure, shape, and material, but much shorter and thicker, only 7cm long but 5cm thick. There was also a large, leather blindfold; a heavy, complex-looking metal handcuff; the handcuffs had pliers-like rings that locked together, meaning the size was fixed and non-adjustable; a hard object connected the two handcuffs directly, without any movable chains; a control panel and display screen in the middle, with an iron ring at the top, presumably for connection to something; a stun gun with only three wires connected to it, the ends of which were delicate clips; no other patches, dildo, or anal plugs—it seemed very simple, but it also had a plug for AC power; two graduated beakers, one large (200cc) and one small (100cc); and finally, a small bottle containing aphrodisiacs. Haha, this kid really can come up with anything.

Under his instructions, I installed and secured the new dildo. Then I tested the distance. When my two anuses were inserted to their deepest point, my mouth could just completely enclose the dildo. In other words, the distance between the three dildos was exactly the length of my body, without any excess. I thought to myself, "This tabletop is just the right size!" I was about to get ready for a crazy day. I checked my watch; it was 9:55 a.m. on Friday.

Next, they proceeded step by step. First, they removed my clothes and skirt, leaving me only in open-crotch stockings. Second, they removed the two little devils from my body and let them rest. Third, as Mumu instructed, they put on 16cm lace-up high heels and then separated and bound my thighs and calves. Because the heels were higher and longer this time, my feet were stretched even tighter than last time. Fourth, they taught me how to use the stun gun. The stun gun was very simple; you could tell at a glance what the three small clips were for. But Mumu said not to clip them directly on, but to clip them onto the rings on my body, then connect the plug, and turn on the switch. The program was pre-programmed.

After I clamped the clips in place, I realized the stun gun was quite heavy. The wire connecting to my nipples was where the weight was borne, while the clip to my clitoris didn't. This meant my two nipples were like a heavy object hanging from them, and this object was not only heavy but also the starting point for the electric shocks. Fifth, and finally, is how to use the handcuffs. Mumu said he had a friend make these handcuffs over a long period of time; they are timed locks and unlocks, and he had tested them for a long time to ensure safety before sending them to me. There are two buttons below the display. The first button means how many minutes to lock the handcuffs, and the second button means how many minutes to unlock them.

By pressing the buttons repeatedly, you can select the duration. The first button's duration is from 3 minutes to 20 minutes, while the second button's duration is from 10 minutes to 30 minutes, 60 minutes, 120 minutes, 240 minutes, increasing exponentially, with the maximum duration being 24 hours.

Mumu said, "This time I respect your decision. You can choose how long you want to play. My minimum requirement is two hours."

I thought, last time I played for three hours, which was great. Two hours is too short, but I don't have three hours. Oh well, next setting, 240 minutes! I set it to lock after 20 minutes and unlock after 240 minutes. I fixed the handcuffs in the same spot where I used to hang the scissors, and then waited for me to get into position...

I went through everything again to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Then I took out the aphrodisiac Mumu had sent and swallowed it. Then I used my buttocks to probe my way under the table and backed away. Last time I stopped when my toes touched the table, but this time I backed away until the backs of my feet touched the table, which allowed me to penetrate even deeper than before. I also struggled to separate and fix my knees and secure my feet. That completed most of the task. Next, I needed to fix my upper body.

However, after careful observation, I discovered that due to the changed structure, I had to put my mouth on the penis first. I tried to take it in, but I couldn't. I tried to back up a little, slightly reverse my body position, and tilt my head towards the penis. In this situation, my mouth finally reached the head of the penis. Then I straightened my body, and the penis was already deep inside my mouth and throat. The 5cm diameter was indeed extraordinary, widening my mouth and making it impossible to use my teeth. My tongue was pressed down, much more filling than a gag.

I experienced the feeling of being completely filled, with no way to retreat or escape. Next, I fixed my upper body, and the stun gun dangled in the air, pulling on my nipples with waves of pain. At this point, Mumu told me to place the large beaker under my vagina to collect the vaginal fluid, and the small beaker under my mouth to collect the fluid. After everything was in place, I suddenly remembered that the time limit this time was 4 hours. If I set the dildo the same way as last time, it would stop moving after two hours. Wouldn't I be miserable?

So I set all three dildos to press the "3" button twice. The difference between two and three presses is that two presses allow it to run indefinitely without the electric shock, while three presses activate the shock and then stop unless restarted.

After setting the remote, I turned on the stun gun, put on the blindfold, and instantly plunged into darkness. Then I turned on the power to the AV wand and quickly put my hands in the handcuffs. I guessed that more than ten minutes had passed, and the handcuffs should be ready soon.

Stimulated by the AV wand, I waited in the darkness. After about three minutes, the handcuffs locked. I knew that for the next four hours, whether I was going crazy or suffering, I had no way to refuse; I could only endure it. At this moment, I had my first orgasm, a purely clitoral orgasm, because nothing else had been activated yet, including the stun gun.

About eight minutes later, everything started working properly. My anus, vagina, and mouth were vibrating and rotating simultaneously. After being locked in place for about 15 minutes, I had my second orgasm. I could feel the fluid dripping into a beaker. Around the twenty-minute mark, I suddenly tensed up. A powerful shock came from the electroshock device, targeting my clitoris. I was completely unprepared. My clitoris, already engorged from the massage of the vibrator, was being intensely stimulated by the powerful electric shocks traveling along the wires, clamps, and platinum rings—it was a little painful.

But the deepest sensation was the endless pleasure. After the clitoral stimulation came the nipples, sometimes the left, sometimes the right, sometimes both at the same time. I was completely insane. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, I twisted my body to actively meet the movements of each penis. Although my movements were small, I tried my best to wiggle my hips and waist, believing that in front of Mumu, I was already a woman immersed in the pleasure of orgasm, unable to extricate myself...

Time passed quickly, and two hours went by in no time. In those two hours, I had orgasmed 12 times. I felt that was enough, I was satisfied, and I didn't want to do this anymore. But I didn't know that I would have to wait the same amount of time. The time that followed felt like it was passing very slowly, I was counting down the seconds, but my pleasure came very quickly, one after another. Three minutes after the 12th orgasm, my 13th orgasm came under the stimulation of the electroshock device. It was a squirting orgasm, a flood of orgasm. When I watched the video afterwards, I realized that it was this orgasm that had filled the beaker below with my vaginal fluid. Over the past two hours, I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I kept losing consciousness, only to wake up again and again during intense orgasms, or when my clitoris was vibrated or my colleague was electrocuted. After waking up, I would experience another round of orgasms...

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt my hands drop down, the handcuffs were off. I quickly turned off the stun gun, all the dildos and vibrators, and removed the three small clamps. Then I collapsed, as if I were being held up in the air by those three dildos, completely motionless, with only my buttocks and thigh muscles twitching...

I didn't have the strength to do anything else. I didn't even take off the blindfold. And so, I continued to have three large dildos inserted inside me for 20 minutes. I gradually regained consciousness, slowly lifted myself off the table, untied the ropes binding my feet, and lay on the floor for about 10 minutes. Once I regained feeling in my legs, I sat down in a chair. At that moment, I saw the chat window with Mumu displaying lines of time. Mumu had recorded the exact times of each of my orgasms. Good heavens! I had orgasmed 33 times, squirting 6 times, with the shortest interval between orgasms being only 2 minutes and 20 seconds. Seeing these numbers, I had a new understanding of myself: I'm amazing!

I checked the time; four hours of stimulation plus my rest had brought me to a point where it was already past 5 pm. I'd be off work in a few minutes, so I decided to rest a little longer. I fell asleep on the sofa. At 6:30, I woke up and it was time to clean up the mess. I placed two full beakers on the table, but don't focus too much on them. Although they were full, compared to the water on the mat on the floor, it was just a drop in the ocean.

After cleaning for almost 30 hours, it was finally done. Just then, Mumu called, telling me to tidy up, finish the water in the two beakers, and then I could go home and rest. She forbade me from doing anything else. I was incredibly thirsty, so I picked up the beaker and drank the 300cc of fluid in one gulp. That wasn't difficult. And just like that, I experienced the complete version of the "Devil's Desk." It was so great! I'm in love with it! But I wonder how long I'll need to recover after this…

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