Persona [Chapter One]

Kinks: Master-Slave / Dom-Sub, Humiliation, Sex Toys

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POV: The Master

Our car pulls up at the basement parking slot and the engine dies down to a silence.

“Grab my things from the back.” my tone was plain and devoid of emotion - like how I’d address a device to do something for me.

“Yes, master.” my slave responds, ever so perfectly. I give him a run-down from head to toe as he fetches my bag and jacket from the backseat, admiring his crisp, clean-cut form today.

Of course, that’s what I expect others to see.

“Here you are, sir.” my slave offers my bag and jacket to me with the supplicating tone and form I have trained in him for almost the entire length of our relationship. I take them from his hands and then run mine up to stroke his cheek with my palm, eliciting a warm exhalation of breath from him as he savored the response that he had hoped to receive from me.

Approval.

“Good boy.” I remark with a satisfied smile, slipping a thumb between his lips, which he readily took in and sucked. Of course, he had sucked on something much thicker and juicier earlier today, but I have trained my slave to be perpetually hungry for whatever appendage I offer him.

“Thank you, master.” my slave gives the most beautiful of smiles when he hears my words of approval. It’s why I love him so much.

I could never have asked for a more perfect boyfriend.

“Inspection time, slut.” I call out, hoisting my bag on my shoulder and holding my jacket on my other hand.

“Yes, master.”

We both get out of the car and my slave stays beside the door as I move in front of him, once again admiring his professional look.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” I raise an eyebrow and stare straight into his eyes.

He has such beautiful, innocent eyes.

“Yes, master, I’m sorry for the delay.” he finishes his words by unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his slacks, revealing his semi-erect dick. Both dick and balls were bound by a special cock ring that I have placed there earlier, the object of our playtime for the next nine hours of work.

“Not quite as hard as I had hoped.” I frown a bit as my eyes take in my slave’s juicy member. Even half-erect, I know my slave’s dick can grow to a size that would make any bottom’s mouth water.

And it is all mine to control.

My slave’s hands instinctively move behind his head and with it his dick twitches, slowly swelling in size, no doubt stimulated by the presence of its master and the fact that my slave is currently exposed in a public space.

There we go. My six and a half inch toy.

“S-sir, please…” my slave whimpers and his face scrunches up to one of desperate longing. His tongue instinctively slips out from a mouth that had gaped open on its own.

The slave has emerged.

“Please, what?” I take one step closer towards him and let him take in my scent, natural pheromone mixed with the perfume that never fails to turn him on. I look down on the twitching erect length between us, a smile of satisfaction crossing my face as I see the thick trail of precum that had slipped out and now touched the parking lot floor.

“J-just a minute, sir, at least… please…” my slave begged, his tongue now slipping out more, like a dog in heat panting for breath.

“All right. The good boy gets a minute.” I smirk and slip a hand into my pocket, where a little gadget was waiting. My thumb found the right button and gave it a firm press.

VRRRRRRRRRRRRR…

“Ha-aaaah…!” my slave’s knees buckled at the sudden sensation that took over his crotch area, his mouth curling to a satisfied smile. The remote-controlled cock ring binding his dick had begun to vibrate with an intensity that he enjoyed so much.

“What do we say, boy?” I lean over to his ear and whisper, ever so softly.

“Th-thank you, s-irrrr….” his words escape as a satisfied sigh, my words sliding into his ears and straight into his head as a pleasure-inducing high.

Which head? Both, of course.

“All right, time’s up.” I switch the cock ring off remotely, cutting him from his train of pleasure. A loud moan of longing escapes his lips and I can see the tortured soul looking out from his eyes.

Such a lovable boy.

“Be a good boy today and you’ll get a reward later.” I stroke his face again with my hand and hoist my bag higher up my shoulder. “Now zip that up and let’s go.”

“Yes, master. Thank you, master.” he wastes no time tucking his still-rock-hard dick into his slacks and zipping them up carefully.

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POV: The Slave

DING.

The elevator doors close and begin to move up, my master and I the only ones inside.

I want more…

Earlier was heaven, and I didn’t want it to end. Why must we have to go to work today?

I just want to go home and kneel in front of him.

I steal a glance towards my master, watching him check his phone and scroll through his notifications.

Fuck, there’s a lot of yellow app notifications.

My master enjoys browsing through the grid even if he is in a committed relationship with me because he enjoys making them use me for his pleasure.

Fuck, I’m aroused again…

I live to serve my master, nothing else matters.

I’m very lucky to be his man.

I am his, and he is mine to serve for all eternity.

“Almost there, slave.” my master turns to me, catching me staring at him with the hungry look that I always end up. “Mask on.”

“Y-yes, sir! I’m sorry for slipping out of it, sir.” I froze at his glare - a pair of eyes that can silence all my resistance and snuff out my personality with a single glance.

The switch that flips me into my subspace.

“We’ll play again later if you’re a good boy today.” master’s words slip into my ears like honeyed ambrosia, an angelic chorus and a devilish whisper both.

It took me every ounce of my willpower to suppress my raging boner and assume the mask.

DING.

The mask of a normal person.

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POV: Rico

“Good morning, Boss Rico, Sir Jared!”

One of my staff greets me as me and my partner Jared walk in to our work area in the office. I work as a senior operations manager in our company, and our business unit handles a lot of critical day-to-day functions.

When you’re in a department that is this fast-paced and intense, the only way to counteract the stress that accompanies it is to have an open and relaxed team culture. Kaya dito sa team namin, casual casual lang ang treatment. I may be their boss and superior, pero that doesn’t mean I can’t be someone they can interact with as an equal and peer.

Kahit nasa office, tropa lang and informal. Until, at least, when we need to put our heads together and get serious about work stuff.

“Blooming si sir, binubusog sa alaga ni Sir Jared masyado.” one of Jared’s teammates chime in playfully.

“Syempre, baby ko yang si Boss Rico.” Jared smiles at me and holds my hand affectionately.

Naturally, nearly the entire department squeals in envious delight. We apparently keep a team of fujoshis here. It’s like they haven’t seen two men madly in love with each other!

“All right, guys, tama na ang pag-dodogshow samin, let’s get on work mode now and get the day through.” I cut the chatter short as I head to my desk and take out my laptop from my bag. “Don’t forget the all-hands meeting later and I’ll need the reports I was requesting yesterday.”

“Yes, Boss Rico~” a small chorus of sing-song female voices respond as our work day officially begins.

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POV: Rico

“Okay, so for our action items, let’s get those feedback on the slides addressed and then do another review session next week.” I make notes on my laptop as the team wraps up the presentation of a business review that we’ll be presenting to upper management. “Jared, can you stay back for a bit?”

Before you sleazy, green-minded folks get any ideas, it’s purely professional. Because the rest of my team’s definitely giving us the look right now as they file out of the meeting room, smirking and giggling as they do.

Maharot kami sa opisina every now and then, and yes we have done things that would make the adjective as a gross understatement, but we know to take our work seriously when circumstances call for it.

“Ric, sorry, I’ll get around to asking Andrew for the data, I know I should have done it the other day pa, but other tasks got in the way.” Jared winced as he read into why I asked him to stay behind. Some of the feedback items on the deck we were going through were because of some missing information that Jared was supposed to be working on.

“It’s all right, J, just make sure you tell Andrew to run the data up to the end of month now, since it is almost that time anyway.” I said. “Overloaded ka ba sa tasks last week? You know you can always tell me so I can shuffle the workload around.”

“No, I don’t want the team to think you’re giving me preferential treatment because jowa kita.” Jared replied.

The issue of special treatment has been something that Jared and I have argued back-and-forth ever since we became a couple. As his manager, it is understandable that there would be rumors of special treatment since I can technically make my boyfriend’s workload easy and give him extra attention and consideration compared to my other team members. Naturally, I do not give in to those temptations, and Jared can be such a noble guy sometimes that he actually works to make sure the team does not get the same impression from his end.

“I think that’s the last thing on their minds right now, with all the work that needs to be done.” I laugh and get to my feet, Jared doing the same. “I’ll shuffle next week’s tasks around so you can get a bit of break, J. If anyone bitches about it, then I’ll simply say na kelangan mong makipag-coordinate sa team ni Andrew about the data we need for the deck. Not that I think anyone would notice, especially after what happened at the meeting earlier.”

“All right, sir, I’ll set a meeting with Andrew first thing next week.” Jared said.

“J, what did we say about the ‘sir’?” I turn to Jared with a smirk.

“Force of habit, babe.” Jared grinned, his tongue stuck between his teeth.

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POV: Jared

“Do we have any plans for the weekend?” I ask Rico as we emerge from the elevator of our condo floor and walk towards our unit door.

“Dominic’s?” Rico reminds me.

“Oh, right.” I almost forgot about that one.

CLICK.

Rico locks the door behind us as we set foot into the threshold of our unit.

“Ugh, finally it’s the weekend.” I groan with an exasperated relief.

It has been a long week.

I took my shoes off and turned around to the sight of Rico kneeling on the floor, hands extended outward as if expecting me to hand the shoes upon his open palms.

“Sir…” Rico moaned.

Oh.

My boy wants to play.

“Good boy.” I placed my shoes upon my slave’s eagerly-awaiting hands, who took his time to take in the scent of his master’s feet still lingering upon the leathery interior.

“It smells great, sir.” my slave’s boner was visible through his slacks as he feasted upon the scent of my shoes, before carefully placing them into the shoe rack as if it were holy relics deserving of the utmost care.

“So what reward does my good boy want for reminding his master of our weekend itinerary?” I caress my slave’s cheek with my hand, just the way he likes it.

My slave hungrily took my fingers and lightly sucked on them, his horny eyes fixated on me.

“Your slut needs his master’s big cock inside him tonight.”

A fucking slut, all right.

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Continued on Chapter 2