I hope you are having a nice day in the office. When I slapped you
playfully on the behind this morning and told you today would be a good one, I
was serious. But I guess you've learned to take me seriously, haven't you?
The good news is that I am taking a long lunch today to come visit you.
You need to clear your appointments from 12 until 2, my slut, because you are
servicing me. I want two hours of your undivided attention.
I have some interesting things in my trunk right now. Just for you. I
suppose you want to hear about them, don't you? Is your cock getting hard
already? Oh, you know what is going to happen to you in those two hours. You are
going to be used, fucked, dressed up, humiliated...and that's just the start, of
course.
In my trunk I have my outfit and yours. Of course, my outfit is rather
simple. I'm going to change at the house on the way over, then put on a raincoat
so no one suspects anything (I hope it rains like they said it would in the
forecast).
Underneath the raincoat I'll be in my bitch #1 outfit. You remember that
one, don't you? After all, I didn't make you memorize my outfits by number for
nothing, you know.
Bitch #1 outfit. Thigh high black patent leather boots. Crotchless
panties, ready to be accessed by your rigid tongue. Black garters attached to
stockings. Leather push-up corset, tightly strung, and elbow high leather
gloves. My hair will be pulled back in a tight pony tail, hanging down to the
middle of my back. Red lipstick.
Your outfit. Snicker.
Are you listening? Or should I just wait and surprise you? No, I will tell
you. Because the first thing I will do when I get into your office and close the
door is have you kneel down, crawl to me, and meet my feet up close. Nose to my
boots. A kiss to each toe. Then kneel upright and beg for your slut outfit.
You got that? I want you to beg for it, beg me to give you the slutty
clothes that will bring you to me, that will make you my whore for the
afternoon. And I'll make you systematically strip out of your corporate clothes
while I watch, pacing, perhaps letting my crop direct you and distract you.
First your coat, and then the tie. Oh, I love watching you get out of
those clothes. Then the belt, and your shirt. The buttons slowly, as you watch
me so helplessly and I just grin. Evil. Snicker. My corporate slut. If they only
knew what a whore you were!
I will take your clothes into possession and lock them into my bag,
putting a combination lock on it so you know that you are not getting back
dressed until I am damn well done with you.
Then I will open my duffle back and start putting the lace outfit on the
desk for you. Right next to your briefcase and appointment book. Pink lace
panties. Pink bra. Thigh high white stockings. White pumps. A corset. And of
course, the black butt plug.
Not to mention what toys I have in my own bag.
And I will sit in your big leather chair while you get dressed. I will put
my feet up, cross my legs, and sit back, watching my million dollar corporate
whore dress up for me. If you move too slow, or don't act slutty enough, you
better believe I will take my crop and swat your ass hard. Just loud enough for
your secretary to hear out front.
And just to remind you, slut, how much you belong to me, I will take that
plug and bend you over the desk. I will have you reach out with both hands as I
pull down your lace panties and grab the lubricant. I will order you to pick up
the phone. If you beg me, I will take your balls in my fist and tighten my grip
until you cry out in pain and learn better.
I will force you to pick up that phone and as I start lubricating your
ass, you will call your secretary. As I am forcing the plug into you, pressing a
little at a time, you will explain to her about how you will be late getting
back after lunch, that you are I are having an important discussion.
For emphasis, I will shove the plug harder on certain words to see if you
flinch or gasp into the phone. Oh, I can't wait. My panties are soaked right now
as I write this. I have to stop after every paragraph and reach down, rubbing my
crotch a little, teasing myself with these thoughts of your torture.
But back to you and your phone call to your secretary as I violate you...
When you hang up, you will be sufficiently plugged and dressed for me. The
heels will go on, and then I will sit back and watch you show me how you have
learned to walk like a whore. I will sit back in your chair once more, holding
my crop with both hands, bending it a little, moving it into my mouth as I watch
you walk back and forth. Make you crawl like a little dog over to me, make you
get under the desk.
I'll make you service me under your own desk. You will be kneeling there
as I sit and make some phone calls on your phone, calling my office to check my
messages, perhaps taking care of some business while you lap eagerly at my wet
pussy. I will make you prod deeper and deeper with your tongue, pulling you
closer by a fistful of your hair. A few orgasms are the minimum. And you will
stay on the floor, under the desk, while you do it.
If my ass needs servicing, you will do that as well. Slut, I am prepared
to use you like you have never been used before. Anything I want, no matter how
degrading, I will push you to do in these short two hours. I may lean over your
desk and read a magazine I brought along as you kneel behind me, your tongue
cleaning me out, servicing me deeper, deeper, because you know if it isn't
sufficient, you'll deal with the lash.
I haven't decided yet if I will let you fuck me. The thought is very
arousing - laying on my back on your desk, my legs up and open, your cock
thrusting deep into me as you fuck me standing up in your whore clothes,
balancing carefully on high heels.
See, I might instead have you fuck me with a dildo, leaving your cock
trapped in a spiked harness so your tiniest of erections leave you wracked with
pain. Mmmm. I can imagine that poor, pained look in your eyes as you feel the
tightness of my cunt as you fuck me with the latex, knowing how it must feel
inside, how warm, how tight. And I'd writhe, open my legs wider, and direct you
in every delicate push.
Perhaps I'll leave you in the cockring for the rest of the day, telling
you that you might get some relief when you get home. If you cook me dinner, do
my laundry, and do my bath first.
There is one thing you can count on, though, my slut. You will stay in
your whore clothes for the rest of the day. I will unlock your business suit out
of my bag (wrinkled a bit, but I don't know who will notice, do you?), and make
you put it on over your whore clothes. I will make you call your secretary again
and tell her that you are going to be finishing work in your office and to
cancel all appointments.
And I will grin at you as I put your dress shoes back in my bag and lock
it shut, leaving the bag on the floor under the desk. Making you wear the high
heels with your suit.
Oh, could I be so cruel?
You know I could. You will wear those white pumps with your suit, and you
will pray to god that there are no emergencies that require you to leave your
office. And that bag will be so close..with your real shoes in it..but only I
know the combination.
So at the end of the day, when you want to walk out of the office and go
home, but don't want to stride through the parking lot in white pumps..you will
have to call me. You will have to beg. You'd better believe you will have to
whore for me on the phone, and once you have satisfied me...maybe. Just maybe I
will give you that combination.
Or else you might be driving home in pumps.
See you at noon, my slut.
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