He had been given his option. Only one option, which he could choose to either accept or refuse: he would only be released from his cage when he agreed to service Pamela, a notion he had once found too revolting to contemplate. Time, and an effective cock cage, can do much to alter a man's outlook, and Mr Loverman had long since acceded to my demand. He was ready and waiting to deliver to Pamela the action she craved.

Except she hadn't collected her winnings.

It was ironic, I suppose, that not only was Mr Loverman prepared to devote himself to Pamela, he now actively desired it, and was frustrated by the lack of opportunity. I laughed at the thought as I entered the living room and looked round curiously. Nothing. No action in the kitchen either, or the dining room. That meant one thing: the bedroom.

The door was closed and I knocked hesitantly.

"Yes. Come in."

I swung the door open and looked in. Pamela was lying in my bed, completely naked. She smiled and nodded for me to enter. Without clothes, her body was enormous. Her breasts hung over her stomach, sliding sideways, the huge nipple of her right breast staring directly at me as I approached. Her knees were raised and legs parted, and in between them was a naked Mr Loverman, his face buried in her pussy, much as Carina's had been in mine an hour or so earlier.

"He's been doing this non-stop for an hour now. His tongue must be rubbed smooth."

"As long as he's doing it to your satisfaction." "I'll say. Isn't that right Mr Loverman?" She grabbed his hair and pulled him upwards. His face appeared, flushed and sweating, from between her thighs and he stared at me, eyes dulled by exhaustion.

"Yes, Miss."

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, Miss."

I laughed. "Has he enjoyed himself in any other way, today?"

"Oh, he's enjoyed himself lots today. Haven't you, little man?" He nodded.

I took this to mean that Pamela had finally released him from his cage and gained the satisfaction she so desired. "Excellent," I said, walking round the bed towards the seat by the window. Resting contentedly on it, I turned to them again, about to speak, but I was stopped short.

In front of me was Mr Loverman's arse, upturned and still showing the signs of a recent spanking. But also, it clearly showed the unmistakable signs of a cock cage.

"Is he back in his cage, then?" I queried.

"Hasn't been out of it."

"What?"

"No. I didn't let him out."

"But I thought 3;"

"Yes, so did I. But now I'm not so sure."

"What do you mean?" I was flabbergasted, and so was Mr Loverman. In a display of disobedience for which he would be punished later, he relinquished his post between Pamela's thighs and sat back on his knees, staring first at Pamela and then at me.

"Well, yes, I wanted him. Have done for ages, as you know. But now, now that we have him like this, well, I kind of like it."

"So - what? You want to keep him like this?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"For ever."

Mr Loverman whined. He leaped from the bed and scampered towards his basket. "You can't," he squealed pitifully. "You promised."

I looked at him icily. "Do you think you're in much of a position to tell me what I can and can't do, Mr Loverman?"

"No, but 3;"

I turned away from him contemptuously. "So what you're saying is, we keep Mr Loverman as our little toy. Punish him, beat him when we want. Allow him to service us when we need it." Pamela nodded. Mr Loverman stared wretchedly. "But he will never, ever be released from his cage? He'll never be allowed to have sex again?"

"Correct."

I turned to him. "Well, Mr Loverman. You see what you've done? What a dangerous game you started? And now look what's happened. You'll never have sex again. How do you feel about that?" He made no response, but I could tell from the way he was squirming that his cock was trying to become erect: however unpalatable the idea, it was definitely turning him on.

"Admit it, Mr Loverman," I continued. "Being told you will never be allowed to have sex again is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to you, isn't it?"

There was a long silence.

"Yes, Miss."

"Well, you've got a deal, Pamela." She smiled triumphantly, but I was in something of a quandary. I considered what had happened that evening, the conclusions I had reached as I lay in bed with Carina. I needed more, I knew that, and with Mr Loverman in his cock cage forever, permanently compliant, the urge for a bigger challenge was greater than ever.

I tried to determine what had so excited me about the subjugation of Mr Loverman. Yes, it was the gradual way I took control of every aspect of his life; yes, it was the ever-increasing exertion of my authority; yes, it was the sight of him surrendering his mind and body to me. But there was more to it than that. Maria and Pamela were the keys, and Carina too, despite the fact I had only known her a matter of days.

Gradually, the answer began to form itself. It wasn't so much the control of the individual that was important: that was the crowning glory, to be sure, but it wasn't the underlying attraction. What was important was the manipulation of a situation to break down the natural order. Mr Loverman had been my senior in the office, but I had brought him under my control. Not only that but Maria, the cleaner who was too lowly for Mr Loverman to even notice, had been elevated to superiority over him; and Pamela, the fat secretary for whom Mr Loverman evinced nothing but scorn, was able not only to win his devotion but to reject it.

And finally I had it. Subverting Mr Loverman had been fun, but it was only a part of the story, the opening gambit. I knew my challenge. Along with Maria, Pamela and Carina, I was going to take over the office. One by one they were going to fall, the managers and fat cats, the suits and egos, until we four were in control.

The Office would be mine.

This is the final episode of The Office. Fear not, Harriet, Maria, Pamela, Carina and Mr Loverman will reappear in the next volume, Conquering the Office, shortly.