The boss has a strong palate.

The next day, I woke up late, feeling that all 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 went to my desk and sat down. I habitually crossed my legs, and then my foot kicked something. Suddenly, I remembered that the three pieces of equipment 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 pieces of equipment. Then, I would make a fake box around the edges with the interlocking rings. When I needed to use them, I could take down the fake box, and when I didn't need to, I could lock it up. My desk is quite big, and even with these extra spaces, there would still be plenty of room underneath. No one would suspect that there were any items there.
I called Mumu and told him my ideas. He agreed, but then made two requests: first, to install a clip (screw) on the inside of the table, under the panel, extending about 15 centimeters downwards from the tabletop, so that when I kneel down, it would be at mouth level. I understood his intention. The second request was for me to have my clitoris and nipples pierced. I agreed.
Around 11 o'clock, I first removed all the equipment under the table, installed it in the drawer, and locked it. Then I went out and found a carpenter. After taking the dimensions to my office, he drew up a plan according to my ideas and went back to work, saying he would come and install it the next day.
Soon it was afternoon. I was thinking about those three wicked devices, but I also thought that my body hadn't recovered yet, so I didn't play with them. In the afternoon, I went to a place to get piercings. The nipple piercings were done quickly, but the lower piercings took a little longer. They can't be pierced when the clitoris isn't erect, but when it is erect, the feeling is definitely very intense. I endured it and successfully got the piercings done. For the next few days, to avoid infection, I carefully protected the three new holes. The platinum rings hanging from the lingerie definitely enhanced my appearance. The secrets under the desk were completely covered by the fake box made by my master, concealing them perfectly. I happily thought about these treasures, looking forward to the SM life to come.
Then, the next day, Mumu disappeared without a trace. He wasn't online on QQ, and his phone was off. I couldn't contact him at all. What happened to him? I regretted not trying to understand him better. 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 without any results. On Monday, a new colleague joined our unit, and... I'm the same age as him, 175cm tall, with a pale face and a slightly thin build. He gives off a somewhat unattractive vibe, but his features are decent enough to be considered handsome, though not ugly either. He showed up at the staff meeting, and when I saw him, I suddenly felt like I recognized him.
At the meeting, the important leader introduced him: "He's a recent graduate from a certain university, majoring in mechanical automation. He's a key newcomer being groomed by a provincial enterprise, and now the higher-ups have arranged for him to train and improve at our unit. Our only highly qualified person in the department is Director Gao, and since you're about the same age, communication should be relatively easy. I believe this young man is quite capable, so let Director Gao mentor him. It'll be like giving you a skilled colleague. Oh, right..." "I haven't even introduced him yet! His name is Yu Mu. Let's give him a round of applause!"
Yu Mu? Mu Yu! I remember now, there was a boy like that in the neighboring class in junior high. Every day during class and breaks, he would stand in the corridor overlooking our classroom. Every time I left the classroom, I would see him, and I always felt like he was staring at me. It was as if his purpose in standing there every day was just to see me. But he never spoke to me, and I never approached him. Let him stare if he wants; my high rate of being looked at isn't solely his achievement. After three years of junior high, I transferred to another school for high school and never saw him again. At my junior high graduation ceremony, I received a letter. The letter, written in a clear, elegant style, read: "My name is Muyu. I've been watching you for three years, and I love you!"
I thought it over again, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything, then took the aphrodisiac Muyu had sent me and swallowed it. Then, using my buttocks as a guide, I retreated under the table. Last time, I stopped when my toes touched the table; this time, I retreated until the insteps touched the table, allowing for a deeper penetration. I painstakingly spread and secured my knees and feet, completing most of the task. Next, I needed to secure my upper body.
Looking at the person in front of me, he definitely resembled the person from before. After the meeting, I called him to my office. He sat opposite my desk, and we stared at each other for ten seconds. I spoke first: "Yu Mu, why don't you introduce yourself?"
"So many years have passed, and you're still the same, cold beauty."
Hearing this, I felt a surge of anger. Wasn't this a flirtation? You looked at me with those lecherous eyes when we were kids, and I never liked you then, let alone now! A nameless fire ignited within me. I hardened my face and said in a stern tone, "Xiao Yu, you need to understand that although you're a graduate student, sent here by your superiors for further study and training, no matter how much knowledge or education you have, in my eyes..." "Here, you're just a greenhorn. I'm your direct supervisor. Don't joke around with your supervisor. At work, address me by my title, understand?"
He was startled by my tone. I then gave him a sharp look, and he said, "You're just a kid here. I'm your direct supervisor. Don't joke around with your supervisor. In the workplace, you must address me by my title, understand?" With the older sister's help, I felt much better instantly. 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 meant 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."
I said, "Okay, Sister Zhang, I was wrong too. I was a bit emotional today and took it out on my friend. It's alright, you can go now. I'll talk to Xiao Yu."
Sister Zhang nodded and left.
Yu Mu seemed to relax and vomited. He said in one breath, "Actually, my old classmate, my Director Gao, has a very strong personality. Okay, let me introduce myself. I am a graduate student in Mechanical Automation from XX University. I graduated last year and was hired as a 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 say I'm one of our school's top scientific and technological figures. I am good at using computers, programming, designing automatic programs, etc. As for my hobbies... I'm quite passionate about technology."
When he said the word "technology," his tone was particularly heavy and slow, as if he was emphasizing those two words.
"You said you were my classmate, but I don't remember you."
"Actually, we weren't really classmates. In junior high, I was in the class next to yours. Every day on my way to and from school, I'd watch you in the hallway during breaks. But you're such a beautiful girl, so many people looked at you, and I was so ordinary, you probably didn't notice me."
But the deepest sensation was the endless pleasure. After the clitoral stimulation, my back would throb, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes up and down. I was completely out of control. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, I twisted my body, actively but involuntarily coordinating with the movements of each penis. Although my movements were small, I tried my best to twist my hips and waist. I believe that in front of Mumu, I was already a woman immersed in the pleasure of orgasm, unable to extricate myself…
At 10 o'clock, an unfamiliar phone call came in, asking me to pick up a guarantee. However, the caller didn't call back to request anything. I went downstairs to get the guarantee and quickly returned to my office. I didn't run into any of my subordinates during this process. Perhaps after I told them I had a meeting, they took the opportunity to slack off... What a bunch of lazybones.
I knew he was the guy with the wooden fish (a nickname for a man who works with wooden fish), but I ignored him and talked to him about other things. We chatted for a while, and I was constantly mindful of my tone and manner of speaking. I maintained a stern, condescending, and lecturing tone, and even his tone made me feel that he agreed with my lectures. However, he kept staring at me with a lecherous look, which made me blush and feel embarrassed. His way of speaking was also very mocking, especially since he would cross his legs and frequently kick my desk while talking. He even said, "Director Gao, the desk is quite large, and the panel seems thick too. The quality is good."
His mention of the desk made me think of the equipment installed underneath, and I started to get excited. My colleagues were also wondering where the wooden fish had gone. I figured he was just saying it casually, praising my good working conditions, and I didn't take it too seriously. After about 10 minutes of conversation, I let him leave.
In the time that followed, without Mu Mu, I shifted my focus back to work, frequently taking staff to the community to handle tasks and conduct research, including Yu Mu. This young man was indeed quite considerate. When I took them out, I wouldn't drive; I'd let the driver take the wheel. Yu Mu would spontaneously run over to open and close doors for me, and if there were any tools on the floor, he'd proactively help me carry them. After we sat down, he'd proactively pour me water.
"How high can you wear? Can you wear 20 centimeters?"
I noticed these details and felt good about him, because we junior staff at this level generally don't enjoy this kind of treatment. For us, doing our job well and serving the people is enough; we never think about how to enjoy ourselves. But he made me feel this way, so why wouldn't I? 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 I wear 10 or 12 centimeters—I usually appear to be a little taller than Yu Mu. The curves of my calves are exceptionally beautiful, attracting many eyes. However, most people only look at my legs, while Yu Mu 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'll get used to it. Once you get used to higher heels, wearing lower ones will actually hurt your feet."
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt my hand fall down and the handcuffs opened. I quickly turned off the stun gun, turned off all the dildos and vibrators, removed the three small clamps, and then my whole body went limp, as if I were being held up by those three dildos, completely motionless, only the muscles in my buttocks and thighs were constantly twitching…
"20 centimeters? My feet are only 20 centimeters, how can I walk in 20-centimeter heels?"
The conversation was brief, but my love for high heels led me into a period of contemplation. My tallest heel is 16, so could I wear an 18? 20 is definitely out of the question, and what about ballet heels...?
On Wednesday afternoon, Yu Mu and I were walking 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? Today..." "I need to send a work report to my supervisor at noon, it's urgent."
As soon as he finished speaking, my first thought was of the secrets under my desk. Should I give them to him? What if he discovers them? If I don't, wouldn't that imply I have something shady in my office? If I give them to him, he doesn't have the keys to those fake boxes, so he shouldn't be able to open them or see them. After thinking for a while, I took the keys off and gave them to him, telling him to remember to turn off the power when I left. Then I drove home.
In the afternoon, I went to my office and saw him still sitting at my computer. I said, "Momo, still not finished? Have you eaten?"
"Yes, almost done." He replied, "I'll be done soon." He continued, "I'm so tired, I'm so worried about you." I was stunned for a moment, but quickly replied shrewdly, "You little brat, you can't just rummage through other people's suitcases, especially a woman's, and the one you led! You dare to rummage through it? If you're looking for a pen, can't you go back to your neighbor's office and get it yourself? Hurry up and let me through!"
After saying that, 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 Yumu had been working under me for two weeks. We did the same work every day, and I would entertain myself when I got home at night, but I missed the fun I had with Mumu, and I missed the crazy performances in front of the camera. In the following week, Yumu's work also got on track, and he bothered me less... And so Mumu disappeared for a month.
Just when I was bored to the extreme and felt empty and lonely, it was Friday morning, a little after 7 a.m., and I was still not awake when Mumu called. "You've been resting for so many days, you must be feeling restless!"
"You're dead? What have you been doing all these days? Not a single phone call, not a single text, making me worry so much!"
I pleaded.
But his reply left me both disappointed and agitated. He said, "Where I went and what I did 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 contact you, whenever I give you an order, you just have to do it. Don't forget our SM relationship!" What disappointed me was that he didn't explain anything, and I couldn't find any emotional balance in worrying about him. But what agitated me was that his tone made me feel the authority and sternness of a dominant, just like the authority I usually project when leading my colleagues. A sacred, inviolable, and irresistible feeling...maybe he will become my true s...I thought to myself.
He continued, "Today, let's thoroughly understand the complete version of 'The 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, and keep it on. Then wear black bodysuit stockings and the 16cm heels I bought you. If it's inconvenient to wear them in front of others, just bring them in your bag. Wear size 12 to work, and change when you need them. Wear a shirt and a pencil skirt over them, but no underwear. Bring (a rope) to work."
He said this... I got excited and immediately went to take a shower and do an enema. After preparing everything as Mumu requested, I drove to the office. It was the weekend, and my colleagues were very informal at work. I arrived at the office at 8:20; we start work at 8:30. There were hardly any people in the building. I thought I might as well pretend I wasn't in the office. After arriving, I filled a basin with water and put it in the office window for later use. I took the mop there first, then called my subordinates to tell them I was in meetings all day and wouldn't be in the office. They could handle anything and report back to me later.
Under his guidance, I installed and secured the new sex toy. Then I tested the distance. When my two anuses were inserted to their deepest point… My mouth could just barely contain this little penis; the length of the three shafts in the center was exactly the same as my body length, not a bit too much. I thought to myself, this desktop size is just too perfect! I immediately prepared to begin my crazy day. I checked the time; it was 9:55 AM on Friday.
I locked the door and logged onto QQ, but there were no messages. I called Mumu, but he didn't answer. I listened to music listlessly, waiting patiently. Luckily, 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…
I called him, and he answered, telling me to wait for him at the computer; he'd be right there.
About three minutes later, he came online, and we connected via video. After carefully examining all the equipment on my body, 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 buckle. All the preparations were completed quickly. Of course, Mumu saw all these actions through the webcam, and the DV camera recorded everything.
At this point, he asked me to disassemble the protective gear. This time, the protective gear was much less. There was a prop, the same as the previous one, with the same structure, shape, and material, but much shorter and thicker, only 7cm long but 5cm thick; there was also a large, leather-made blindfold; and a heavy, complex-looking metal handcuff. The handcuff rings were like pliers, locking together securely, meaning the size was fixed and unadjustable. The two handcuffs were connected by a hard object in the center, without any loose chains. The physical device had a control panel and a display screen, with a metal ring at the top, presumably for connection to something. Then there was an electric shock device, which only had three wires connected to it, the ends of which were very fine clips. There were no other patches, dildos, or anal plugs; it seemed very simple, yet it also had a plug for AC power. There were also two beakers, the graduated kind, one large and one small, the large one 200cc and the small one 100cc. Finally, there was a small bottle; when I picked it up, it contained aphrodisiacs. Haha, this kid really can come up with anything.
Next, they proceeded step by step. First, they removed my clothes and skirt, leaving me only in open-crotch stockings. Second, they took out my two little devils 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 before. 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. However, 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 procedure was designed in advance.
After I clamped the clips in place, I realized that the stun gun was quite heavy. The wire connected to my nipples was where the weight was borne, while the clip to my clitoris did not bear any weight. In this way, my two nipples were like a heavy object, and this object was not only heavy but also the starting point of the electric shock. Fifth, and finally, is the method of using the handcuffs. Mumu said that he had his friends make these handcuffs for a long time. They are handcuffs that can be locked and unlocked at the same time. He had tested them for a long time to ensure their safety before sending them to me. There are two buttons below the monitor. The first button means to lock the handcuffs after a certain number of minutes, and the second button means to unlock them after a certain number of minutes.
"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 excellent!"
The button allows you to select the duration. The first button's duration is 3 minutes to 20 minutes; the second button's duration is 10 minutes, then 30 minutes, 60 minutes, 120 minutes, 240 minutes, increasing exponentially, with the maximum duration being 24 hours.
Mu Mu said, "This time I respect your decision. You can choose how long you want to play. My minimum request is 2 hours."
I thought, last time I played for 3 hours, it was great! Two hours is too short, but I don't have 3 hours. Oh well, next option, 240 minutes! I set the lock to engage in 20 minutes and unlock it in 240 minutes. I secured the handcuffs to the position I'd previously used for tomorrow's scissors, and waited for my turn...
However, upon closer inspection, I discovered that due to the change in structure, I had to first put my mouth on the penis. I tried to put it in, but after a while, I tried moving back a little, slightly reversing my posture, and tilting my head towards the penis. In this position, my mouth finally reached the head of the penis. Then I straightened my body, and the penis was deeply inside my mouth, deep into my throat. Its 5cm diameter was quite unusual, widening my mouth considerably. I couldn't use my teeth, and my tongue was pressed down, much more fully than with a gag.
I experienced the feeling of being completely filled, with no room to yield or escape. Next, I secured my upper body. The stun gun dangled in the air, pulling at my nipples with sharp pain. At this moment, Mumu instructed me to place a large beaker under my vagina to collect the vaginal fluid, and a small beaker under my mouth to collect saliva. After everything was in place, I suddenly remembered that the time limit was four hours. If I didn't set the devices the same way as before, they would stop moving after two hours. Wouldn't I be miserable?
So, I set all three dildos to press the number 3 button twice. The difference between two and three presses is that two presses allow it to run indefinitely without the shock, while three presses will stop after the shock unless restarted.
After setting the remote, I turned on the stun gun, put on the blindfold, and instantly felt a sense of gloom. 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 gloomy world. After about three minutes, the shackles tightened. I knew that the next four hours were about to begin. Whether I was frantic or in agony, I had no choice but to endure it. At this moment, I had my first orgasm, a pure clitoral orgasm, because the other instruments, including the electroshock device, hadn't been used yet.
After about eight minutes, all the instruments started operating. My anus, vagina, and mouth were vibrating and twisting simultaneously. After about 15 minutes of being locked up, I had my second orgasm. I felt the fluid in my lower body was already dripping into a beaker. At the twenty-minute mark, I suddenly tensed up. The electroshock device had initiated a powerful shock, targeting my clitoris. I was completely unprepared. My clitoris was engorged with blood from the massage of the AV wand, and was stimulated to its peak by the powerful electric shocks coming from the wires, clamps, and platinum rings. It felt a little painful.
Time flew by, and two hours passed quickly. In those two hours, I had orgasmed 12 times. I thought that was enough; I was satisfied and didn't want to continue. But I didn't know I would have to wait the same amount of time. The time that followed felt like it was passing very slowly, counting down the seconds. However, my pleasure came very quickly, one after another. Three minutes after my 12th orgasm, my 13th orgasm arrived under the stimulation of the electroshock device. It was a squirting orgasm, a flood of fluids. When I watched the video later, I realized that this orgasm had filled the beaker below me with my vaginal fluids. For the past two hours, I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I kept fainting, only to wake up again and again from the intense pleasure of orgasm, or startled awake by the vibrations to my clitoris and the electric shocks to my colleague. After waking up, it was back to orgasm again…
I had no strength to do anything else. I didn't even take off my blindfold. For 20 minutes, I was continuously penetrated by three large penises. I gradually regained consciousness, slowly removed myself from the large table, untied the ropes from my feet, and lay on the floor for about 10 minutes until I regained feeling in my legs. Then 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 time of each of my orgasms. Good heavens, I had orgasmed 33 times, ejaculated 6 times, and the shortest orgasm lasted only 2 minutes and 20 seconds. Seeing these numbers, I gained a new understanding of myself: I am strong!
At that moment, I checked the time. Four hours of excitement, plus my rest, meant it was already past 5 pm. In a few more minutes, I'd be off work. I decided to rest a little longer. I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep. At 6:30, I woke up. Time to tidy up the mess. [The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.] After nearly 30 hours of cleaning, it was finally done. At that moment, Mumu called, telling me to take a break, finish the two beakers of water, and then I could go home and rest. She forbade me from doing anything else. I was extremely thirsty, so I picked up the container of semen and drank it all in one gulp. Drinking 300cc wasn't difficult at all. That's it! I've experienced the complete version of the Devil's Desk. It was so exhilarating! I love it! But I don't know how long I'll need to recover after this…

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