"Private Audience – Part III: Written Submission" It was Friday. In the office group, invitations to happy hour were circulating excitedly. Everyone was excited about the freedom of the end of the workday. Everyone… except Theo. He knew what was coming. He could feel it in the air. The tension, the heat in the muscles, the anxiety mixed with lust — as if the body was already preparing itself before the mind. Emanuelle had instructed him in a short, dry message: “Room 4B. Lock the door. Take off your clothes. Stand up. Hands behind your head.” When she arrived, he was already there as ordered. Naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. The anal plug she had sent by motorcycle courier earlier was already inserted — thick, deep, firm. The vibrator was attached to his testicles again. His cheeks were red, but his cock was completely hard. Emanuelle came in with a black leather briefcase and a folder of documents. She was dressed like a domineering CEO out of a fetish: a tight blazer with nothing underneath, stiletto heels, and a look that would silence any man. She didn’t even look at him at first. She sat at the table, opened her folder, and began to review contracts in silence. She turned page after page, underlined passages, and wrote notes on her tablet. Theo was there, naked, motionless, in position, his entire body demanding attention. But she ignored him as if he were a piece of furniture. After ten long minutes, she finally spoke: “Dogs that bark for attention don’t turn me on. Dogs that wait do.” She stood up. Walked over to him. She ran the tip of her fingernail across his chin, lifting his face. “Today we’re going to explore another level of your surrender.” She took a leather collar with a ring from her briefcase and fastened it around his neck. Then, a black blindfold. Theo breathed deeply, immersed in the darkness, hearing only her footsteps, smelling her perfume, the sound of the briefcase’s latches being opened. “The safe word is ‘retreat.’ But you’re not going to use it.” He swallowed hard. Soon he felt the cold handcuffs holding his wrists behind his back. The plug vibrated strongly. Emanuelle activated the vibrator control and began a cruel game of pauses and pulsations. Theo moaned, trying to stay upright. She pushed him against the cold wall, whispering in his ear: — You will get on your knees and read a special contract to me. She guided him to the floor. Then she removed the blindfold and placed a paper in front of him. It was a fake contract, printed on the office's letterhead. At the top: "Agreement of Submission and Obedience - Part I" — Read it out loud. Slowly. Theo obeyed: "I, Theo Vasconcellos, junior attorney of this office, agree to serve, obey and satisfy every order and desire of Mrs. Emanuelle, with total physical, emotional and mental surrender..." — Continue — she said, kneeling behind him. Her fingers began to slowly caress the plug, pushing, rotating. "...accepting all forms of control, punishment, training and use, without question, begging or hesitation..." She then licked his ear, and the plug vibrated louder. Theo shivered. "Are you shaking, doctor? We haven't even gotten to the penal clauses yet." She slid some gel onto the tip of a thick black dildo she had taken out of her case. The sound of the silicone being lubricated sent shivers down Theo's spine. "Get on all fours on the table. Leave the contract there. Let's sign it with our bodies." He obeyed. Emanuelle removed the plug calmly and, without rushing, penetrated him with the dildo, firm and deep, while controlling the vibrator to increase the stimulation. The mixture of pleasure and pain made him moan loudly, but he couldn't resist. He wanted more. "You're going to cum without touching, understand?" She thrust deep, hard, while pressing the vibrator against his testicles, his moans muffled on the wood of the table. "You are mine. An extension of my will. My dog in a suit, my luxury toy." Theo begged with his eyes, his breathing uneven. When she felt he was at his limit, she held his hips and whispered: — Cum. Now. He came violently, his whole body shaking, his cum staining the wood of the table. Emanuelle didn't clean him up. She just took the dildo out, put it aside, and put her blazer back on as if nothing had happened. — Clean the table. Wash everything. Leave the contract signed in your handwriting. She went to the door, and before leaving, looked over her shoulder: — Monday... we'll discuss the item of total fidelity. Get ready. And then, she was gone. Leaving Theo naked, dirty, exhausted... and completely, deliciously, hers.