. . .The Phone Rang!

The chime was followed by a caller I.D hovering over the handset on my desk.

Cade, I swung around and smiled at a tower several blocks away, the glass changed and displayed a magnified view of a well dressed man in a well decorated office, I smiled and answered the call!

"Hello!"

"Hi Chloe! Looking good."

"You are being rather naughty right now, the first name thing, dressed, standing. . . I'm sure we talked about this."

"And what are you going to do about it?"

I projected the video of Sal screwing my latest demotion.

"Oh, Oh-Kay, he dropped to his knees."

"My apologies, Mistress."

"Get, Over, Here!"

"Yes Mistress!"

I made some arrangements, as he ran out of the room, a few seconds later there was a shift of light above his office, as his car left with its camo on, and almost a minute later his car docked in my towers private roof port.

I watched him on the camera, as he approached a small lift, he got in and started to strip. The lift stopped. He put his clothes in a locker in the lift, then took some manacles out of the locker, he put them on, they were just collar, ankle, and wrist bands, no chains.

When the "bracelets" were on his cock cage unlocked and slipped off.

A message appeared, projected in front of him: Option 1: jerk off, Option 2 put your hands behind your head, and MAYBE your Mistress will grant you an orgasm.

He read it...