"Private Audience – Part II: Silent Judgment" The clock read 6:03 p.m. The office was beginning to empty, the lights on the floor going out one by one, like a theater closing its curtains on the audience. But for Emanuelle, the show was just beginning. Theo was there—as always, punctual, sitting in the same conference room, wearing a new suit, his hair styled more carefully than usual, his eyes lowered, almost pleading. On the table, next to his laptop, was a small black case. She entered without knocking. Her heels echoed across the floor again, and Theo stood up like a medieval servant receiving his queen. "Did you bring what I asked for?" "Yes, ma'am," he replied, holding out the case. Emanuelle opened it calmly. Inside, an app-controlled vibrator, small and discreet. She took it, twirled it in her fingers, then looked up at him with that predatory smile he already knew so well. "Take off your pants. And your underwear. Now." Theo obeyed, swallowing his shame as if it were part of his uniform. He was hard — she smiled, satisfied. — Sit in the chair. Legs open. Don't you dare cover anything. She approached, crouched between his legs and, without a word, fitted the vibrator just below his testicles, securing it with the strap that came with it. Then, she went back to the other side of the table, picked up her cell phone and connected it to the device. — Today, we're going to do something different. You're going to stay like this for the entire litigation team meeting. I'll control the toy. And you're going to pretend everything is normal. Theo swallowed hard. — Will... will there be people? — Exactly. — She typed calmly on her cell phone. — A little test. A silent trial, if you like. We'll see if you deserve to continue being my toy. The door opened a few minutes later. Three lawyers entered, all with folders and tablets, ready for a normal meeting. No one imagined that Theo, sitting there next to the senior partner, was with a vibrator pulsating against his body. The meeting began. Emanuelle sat cross-legged, staring at the slides on the projector—her finger slowly slid over the intensity of the control on the app. First a faint vibration. Then a stronger pulse. Theo shifted in his chair, his face a mask of concentration, but his breathing betrayed the effort. “Theo, what do you think about clause 12.3?” Emanuelle asked, looking him in the eye as she increased the intensity. He stammered, his voice almost cracking. “The clause… needs some strengthening in the… in the language… in the… penalty section.” She smiled and slowed the vibration. He relaxed, but knew it was only a break, not a relief. The others in the room remained oblivious, discussing spreadsheets and case law. But to Emanuelle, every tense breath Theo took was music. The secret humiliation, the blind obedience, the absolute control. The meeting ended at 7:15. When everyone had filed out, Emanuelle stood. She walked over to him and, without saying a word, pressed the vibration to maximum. — On your knees. Now. Theo fell in front of her, his eyes closed, trying to contain his orgasm. — Only cum when I tell you to. She opened her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. He already knew. He knelt down and licked her desperately, while she pressed her hips against his face, her firm fingers holding the back of his neck. — Cum, little bitch. Theo moaned against her, his whole body trembling, coming undone right there, with his mouth full of her taste and the toy still vibrating in his testicles. She pulled away, adjusting her skirt. — Good hearing, Mr. Lawyer. He was still on his knees, his face sweaty, his legs trembling, his body defeated. — Tomorrow, bring something bigger. We'll test your limits. She left the room with the same firm sound of her heels. And Theo... was already looking forward to the next session. #eroticstory