The next day...

The phone at my desk rang and nearly caused me to jump out of my skin. My mind had been wandering. I couldn't stop thinking about the fantasy I had at the movies. The collar was what really stood out to me, it was what my thoughts kept going back to.

"Victor Black speaking." I said into the phone.

"Victor!" The voice of my boss, Greg, came through the receiver. He seemed pleased. "Come over to my office, I'd like to talk to you."

"All right, I'll be right up." I hung up the phone and left my cubicle, making my way to Greg's office. I couldn't help but wonder what this was about. Judging by his tone, it didn't sound like it was anything bad.

"You needed me?" I asked, poking my head into the open doorway.

"Victor! Come with me." Greg stood up from his desk. Greg was the kind of guy who loved his kids, and was fond of letting everyone know that he loved them even more than he did his wife. His desk was covered with photos of the kids, and various things they had given to him as gifts. The walls of his office, too, were covered in framed photos of his children and his family.

Greg was a short, rotund, affable man and I had very few complaints about the way he managed this floor of the building. He was fair, and when he wasn't it was usually because his bosses made him.

Greg walked out of the office and I followed close behind.

"Victor, you've been working here for how long?"

"Uh, three years, sir." I replied. It had only just occurred to me in that moment that I had been working at this job for the same amount of time as I had been dating Ashley. Roughly speaking, anyway.

"It's safe to say you know this job inside and out. Probably getting sick of the monotony, am I right?" Greg laughed his easy laughter.

I chuckled but didn't reply. I wasn't quite sure where this was going yet.

We came to a door that I recognized all too well. It was the recently vacated office of my former supervisor. Sitting right outside of the door at her desk was his former secretary. I didn't know her name but knew her face. And she smiled at me as we made our way to the door.

"Sarah, you know Victor, right?" Greg asked as we approached her desk.

She looked up at him through her stylish glasses, pulling a lock of her hair out of her face. Though her hair was totally blonde, a single streak of it was bright red starting at right side of her hairline. She looked at me with bright blue eyes and then smiled at me through ruby red lipstick.

"Victor Black, right?" She asked me.

"Yeah." I nodded and held out my hand to shake hers. She gratefully accepted and grasped my hand with soft fingers that were tipped with ruby red nails matching her lipstick. I couldn't help but be drawn, in that moment, to her sizeable breasts being barely contained in her white blouse. The top almost seemed too small for her, which may have explained why she chose to have a surprising number of buttons undone. This had the result of revealing a fairly vast valley of cleavage. Her breasts weren't as large as Ashley's, but they were still pretty big.

She caught me looking, but didn't appear to be upset, in fact she gave me a not-so-subtle wink.

Greg led me into the office, now empty of any trace of my former supervisor's ownership. He closed the door behind us.

"Now, as you know, Sam got fired last week." I did know, it was the talk of my section all week. The idiot was watching porn on the job, and didn't even have the common sense to do it on his smartphone, instead using his work computer. The computers were part of a network that was being constantly monitored. Greg literally and figuratively caught him with his pants down last monday morning.

"Right."

"I've spent all week on the hunt for a new supervisor and I think I've found one that everyone will be happy with." He grinned widely as he reached into his suit-jacket and removed a typical gold-plated name plaque that people hung up on the doors of their offices. He handed it to me and I read it.

Victor Black, Section C Supervisor

"Whoa." Was all I could manage.

"I started out by trying to find the most qualified person, but honestly, that's what I did to hire Sam, and we know how that turned out. He was a pretty lousy supervisor who got fired for spanking the monkey on the job. So instead I decided to ask the other members of your section who they thought was most qualified. It was almost unanimous, they thought you were best for the job. Everyone except Dave, he was pretty sure it was himself."

Fucking Dave.

"So here's the deal, obviously you're gonna get a pay-bump from the promotion, but because you have such a spotless record at this company, a good work ethic, and pretty damn good numbers, I'm also going to give you a bonus." He then handed me a check for a four-figure amount that nearly made my eyes pop out of my head.

"Wow, I don't know what to say. Thanks, Greg."

"Hey, my pleasure, Victor. By the way, the lovely lady just outside the door is your secretary now. Let her know if you need anything, and I mean anything, she's single." He said this last bit in a hushed tone with his hand up to his mouth. He then gave me a wink.

"I'm not single, sir." I gave him a polite smile. This was one of the few things about Greg that I didn't much care for. He was a bit too candid about sexual matters. In fact, I would have bet the bonus that Greg didn't fire Sam for jerking off to porn on the job, he probably fired him for being stupid about it. Besides that, I wasn't too comfortable with the thought of abusing my position for sexual favors.

"Go ahead and take the rest of the day to move into your new office, Victor, I'll even let you take off early when you're done. I'll shoot you an email with details about your new duties and such."

"Sounds good, thanks again, sir."

With that, Greg left the office and I sat down in my new chair. It was much more comfortable than the one in my cubicle. I leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. I had become a pretty lucky guy these past couple days.

I decided not to leave early that day, but it took nearly the rest of my shift to move everything into my new office anyway. I kept thinking about that collar in my fantasy all through the day. On my way home from work I passed by an adult store attached to a strip-mall, I wondered if the store sold collars.

"I'm home." I called out into the apartment as I entered.

Ashley came around the corner and smiled warmly. "Welcome home, Love." She walked in front of me and planted a deep and loving kiss on my lips and smashed her breasts into my chest before kneeling down in front of me. She was currently wearing a pair of faded hotpants she converted from a pair of jeans and a bikini top.

"Love the outfit today, Ash." I said.

"Yeah? I didn't know if the bikini top would end up looking too awkward. I'm glad you like it." I then stepped forward, bringing my crotch to her face. She almost desperately leaned in and rubbed her cheek against my bulge. "Fuck I missed you like crazy today." She said, and I was having trouble determining if it was to me or my penis. Probably both.

"Heh, well I have something of a surprise for you."

She suddenly righted herself, looking at me curiously.

"First of all, I got a promotion."

She shot to her feet, making her boobs bounce wildly, and squealed excitedly. "I knew you would! As soon as I heard that weirdo got fired I knew you'd be the guy they picked to fill the seat. I'm so happy for you!" She kissed me on the lips again, passionately.

"That's not all." I said after the kiss finally broke. "Greg also gave me a bonus. And I used it to get you a surprise."

She gasped.

"First, though, did you do all of your chores?"

She nodded wildly, she was biting her lip possibly to keep herself from freaking out with excitement again. "Dishes, laundry, scrubbed the shower, and everything is nice and tidy." She said proudly.

"Then let's go to the bedroom." I said walking down the hall. She was practically skipping beside me. My heart was racing, I was pretty excited too.

I sat down on the bed and she knelt in front of me, her hands in her lap. She couldn't seem to sit still, wiggling in place and biting her lip. I opened up my briefcase and took out a small box, then presented it to her.

She took it happily and opened it up, removing the lid. She gasped when she saw it. It was a black, genuine leather collar with an adjustable buckle. On the front was a metal plate with the word "Owned" engraved into it.

"Oh my god." Ashley exclaimed and removed the collar from its box, immediately putting it on. She giggled and lifted her shoulders up and inward, squishing her breasts together with her arms. "I love it so much!"

"And, as something of an added bonus, just so you can actually wear it anywhere you want to, even in front of our families, the metal plate is magnetized. You can pull it off pretty quickly if you need to."

She experimented, pulling off the plate with ease leaving just the black collar.

"I figure it's less unusual to just be wearing a choker than it is to wear a choker with the word "owned" on it. So it should be safe." I smiled.

"That's so cool!" She spent a few seconds just messing with it, pulling it on and off over and over and giggling. "And pretty smart. Which means it's also pretty sexy as far as I'm concerned" she wiggled her brows at me.

I opened my arms up and she took the cue, immediately jumping up onto me and knocking me backward on the bed. Our lips connected and we started making out. Before long we had both undressed completely and her hand was stroking my stiff cock.

"So, how would you like me tonight?" She asked, smiling.