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She had been doing… something. Something important, she was sure. Presenting something?

Unfortunately, she was having trouble remembering what exactly, it was rather hard for her to think with him standing there, smirking at her as she posed for his amusement.

Wait, was she supposed to be standing here, in her sexy, fuck-me lingerie and stockings in the middle of the meeting? It felt… odd. 

“You’re trying to think again.” He noted as he gave her a disapproving frown that made her whole world suddenly darken. “You know you’re not supposed to be doing that.”

She hung her head and blushed brightly. “Sorry, Sir.”

Her voice was soft, demure, throaty as it left her lips and she crossed her legs once, then again as she shifted about in place.

Just listening to him made her head fog up and the emptiness inside of her pulse hungrily. Why had she been trying to think again? She knew that’s not why she was here.

That made her pause. Why was she there? Why was she there, dressed like she was?

The answer came to her almost instantly when she felt him wrapping his arm about her waist, pulling her down into his lap as she felt the silk of her panties pull away from her needy little gates.

Toys looked pretty to be played with by their Owners. Toys loved for their Owners to play with them. Toys lived for their Owners to play with them. She was a toy and He was her Owner.

Her eyes fogged over and she eagerly spread her legs for him, giving him easier access to play with her while she made appreciative, mewling little whimpers of approval and desire.

“Does anyone else have anything to say about my newest acquisition and take over?” He asked calmly even as she kissed up his neck, her hands rubbing against his body and her own.

When no one said anything, she smiled happily as she looked almost shyly up at her Owner and ground back into his hand, feeling the way everyone else in the room was now staring at her, looks of desire and envy on their faces.

“I thought not.”