Here's a story I wrote I hope you'll like.
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Erotica written by tightlockup
She shifted nervously in her seat at her desk. She was amazed she
had made it to work on time, but getting through the work day was going
to be tough enough. When he had told her what he wanted her to do she
hesitated in response, but it was thrilling, and she wanted so much to move
beyond her normal life and routine.
They seemed to be casual flirts but the dynamic had shifted exponentially.
It started when she got a message from him before she left work the day before:
"Hi sweetie,
I need you to do something for me and I don't want an argument. Tonight
I want you to go to purchase some coarse sandpaper and a push-up bra
one cup size smaller than what you wear now. When you get home, line
the area of the bra where your nipples and areola are with pieces of
sandpaper. Fasten them in place with tape, and do a good job so they
will stay there. Take a picture when you are done and send it to my phone.
Go ahead and get your wide vibrating butt plug and your remote control egg.
Also lay out your black lacy underbust corset and the matching seamed
stockings. You will also need your four inch chisel heel black suede knee
boots. Get that tight leather skirt you bought last week, the one that goes
below the knees and keeps your steps short, and the tight black satin
blouse. I know it is long sleeved and it is summer, but I want you to wear it.
You will also need the wide black patent leather belt. Get your black satin
above the elbow length opera gloves as well. Take a picture of your
preparations and send it to my phone.
That's what your wearing tomorrow. Special note - I didn't mention panties.
However tonight I want you to wear panties to bed, and I want you to play
with yourself for at least 20 minutes - longer if you'd like - and I want you
to get as close to orgasm as you can but do not orgasm. If you fail me
and do orgasm, you will be going to work wearing your gloves under
your blouse and you will wear them all day - that will attract attention
so it behooves you to obey. Before you go to bed, text me saying
"All is ready Sir." Then as you lay down, I want you to say to yourself
once vocally , then three times mentally - "I do this for his pleasure."
Go to sleep.
When you get up, take your shower and get ready for work. Before you put
on your skirt, lube up the plug and insert it, and lube up the egg and insert
it. Do not forget the remote. Take pictures showing me the plug in place
and the retrieval string for the egg and send them to my phone. Then
take one picture of the remote with the power light on so I know it has
batteries, then turn it off and put it in your purse.
Finish dressing. Make sure that you adjust your bra for maximum cleavage
before you put your blouse on , but don't worry - you will be buttoning
your blouse up to your neck. You will take a picture of yourself before
you put the blouse on so I can see the cleavage and you will send it
to my phone.
When you are dressed and you have put on your makeup, take a
picture of your self in the full length mirror and send it to my phone.
Drive to work, and when you are settled in at your desk text me
"I have arrived Sir." then wait for further instructions."
Without really thinking that much about it logically she had done
all he asked. She'd had quite a time getting to sleep. She did manage
to avoid giving herself an orgasm because the gloves truly would
have been over the top.
She was thankful he allowed her to wear the chisel heel - it was nice
because from the side it looked like a stiletto but from the back it
looked like a chunky heel, and it gave her much more stability
which she was afraid she'd need this day. The bra was very
uncomfortable, and the sandpaper hurt her tender nipples
but they were rock hard, and this kept her excited. She had
to admit that her boobs in this bra looked amazing. She was
very self-conscious walking around with the inserts in her body
and no panties to hold them should they fall, but they were really
in no danger of coming out. She was sure her gait was a little more
awkward than usual.
As she wiggled in her seat trying to get comfortable she remembered
to text him. She then wondered how long he would make her wait
before he gave her the next step in the instructions. A coworker
came by her cubicle and asked her about a sales report - she
tried not to look too flustered and she thought she had succeeded.
She started reading her email trying not to think of her situation,
trying not to wonder what was next. What had she gotten herself in to ?
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was a text from him! Her heart
beat faster as she started to read it.
She read - "Good girl - Have a coworker take a picture of you smiling
at your desk - tell them it is for the office website. Send this picture
to my phone."
She approached the woman in the next cube, she was young, cute
and perky, and more than happy to help. She smiled sweetly for the camera,
the invaders in her body a constant reminder of what she was doing
- and who she did it for. She thanked her coworker and dutifully
sent the picture to him.
A few minutes later - now time seemed to go by so slowly - he texted
back. "Very good. Now you are to go to the bathroom , enter a stall,
and turn on the butt plug. Don't turn it up so high that it can be heard
over office noise."
He followed that up with "Then go back to your desk. Text me when you
are back."
She got up and headed to the ladies' room. The heels of her boots made
a nice sound as she walked across the tile to the stall - the kind of sound
that would get some men hard just from hearing it. But she was oblivious
to this, she knew what she had to do. She unzipped and removed her skirt,
reached back and turned it on. It was a dull buzz, just enough to get those
many nerve endings in her anus sending their messages to the brain, in
addition to the ones they were already getting from just the presence of the
plug itself. She refastened her skirt, noting that she was in a kind of
bondage now - she couldn't do anything about the pain in her nipples,
the humming invader in her rear or the ever-present but now dormant
egg in her vagina. She could feel her clitoris stiffen but she wasn't told
to touch it. She made her way back to the desk and texted him. "Done Sir."
No immediate response, so she continued attempting to do her work. She
scheduled a meeting, assisted a user with a problem they were having over
the phone, drank some coffee, and responded to an email about a deadline.
A thought then came over her - this is what he wants, he wants me to be
doing this, having all this going on under here, while no one I am interacting
with has even a clue.
Then her phone buzzed. Another text from him.
"Get the remote out of your bag, and turn it on. Place it back in your bag.
Let it run until I text you again to stop. You don't have to respond. I know
you will do it."
She looked around to see if anyone would notice. She got the remote
from her purse, turned it on - felt it start (her eyes involuntarily crossed
for a second or two) then she put the remote back in her bag.
She sat at her desk , her feet firmly planted and her legs open as much
as the skirt would allow. She tried to get more work done or at least seem
to be productive.
It had been only on a couple of minutes when she got a set of texts from him
- she thought - off already? But he said "Now I will simply send you off and on.
One word text when I want to send them. No response necessary. Take a picture
of yourself with your webcam right after you've turned them on, and right after
you've turned them off showing me the status of the light on the remote. Leave
it on for now. Oh and when you are seated, do cross your legs. I want as much
pressure as possible on your crotch."
She was kind of stunned. What is happening to her? She felt like she had two
distinct selves - the inside, horny insanely aroused woman who needed sex like
never before restrained by her outside, calm professional demeanor. It was akin
to being lit on fire and acting like nothing was happening. Every now and then
she felt her hand touching her skirt as if it were getting ready to do something
forbidden. She'd put her hand back on her table or keyboard and keep trying to work.
The buff young intern who worked in the mail room came around and delivered her
mail with a smile. She smiled back at him thankful for the makeup that kept
her blushing cheeks under wraps. "What if he knew what was going on with me?" At
times she felt like everyone she saw could see right through her - her raw aching
nipples, her constricted waist, her vibrating implements, and her shameful lack of
panties. She told herself "Even if they do know, I must continue to be professional.
I must strive to carry off this illusion because it pleases him."
After a few minutes, her phone buzzed again.
The text simply said "Off". She dutifully switched off her remote. She found it a tad
easier to focus on the work at hand, but she was always thinking of the moment
she'd get a new text. As she was examining a report she was preparing, she noticed
that she needed a particular piece of paperwork - one located in the bottom shelf of
the filing cabinet across the room. She gingerly walked over to the cabinet wondering
what would be the best way to get the file without having her plug from hitting the floor.
The corset and tight skirt would make bending over difficult. Her skirt was too tight to
squat. She decided that getting on her knees was her best option, so she gingerly knelt
down to open the drawer. She felt the fabric of the stockings and at the time she wished
he'd had her wear one of her over the knee boots to keep help her knees - but she had
never imagined having to get on her knees at work.
She found the document she was looking for and eased herself back up and over to her
desk, crossing her legs. Just in time , too - for the phone buzzed again with "on." She
turned it back on and found that her breath had gotten shallow. Oh how she wanted to
caress her swollen clitoris. If felt to her like all the blood in her body was focused on
swelling her genitals.
At that point one of her friends from the office, an attractive lady a couple years her
senior stopped by her desk. "Well, I did it - I had a colon exam. The proctologist was
actually quite handsome and gentle. I had never had anything up my rear before but
when he stuck his lubed finger up there I had to catch myself - I was actually turned
on! Perhaps I've been missing something. How's thing with you?"
She stammered. "Um , ok. Just got a case of the Mondays, you know. Nothing really."
Her friend said "Well ok, take care, I'll let you know when I get some results."
As she tried to take her mind off what was going on she looked at a picture of one
of the organization's late founders on the wall. He was smiling, and of course it seemed
he was looking right at her. Her thoughts got the best of her - this man, his expression
- she sensed he was happy with her predicament. She was brought back to reality by a
phone call. While she was on the phone, trying not to talk if she could avoid it -
the text came through - "Off".
Lunchtime was approaching. She hadn't gotten a text for around an hour, and she
wondered if maybe he forgot about her. The low buzzing in her rear reminded
her that he probably just got busy.
The package delivery man had her sign for some packages. As she sorted them,
she saw one for her with no return address. Under her name it said "Open in private".
She took the package to the file closet and shut the door, and opened the
package. Inside there was a gag with a short rubber plug on it, it looked
like a the head of a penis. It had a breathing hole through the center.
There were also a pair of clover clamps connected with a chain - she had
heard about these and she was scared of using them on her nipples. She knew
that if you pulled on the chain they would tighten. And of course, a note.
No introduction, no greeting - just
"Put the gag and the clamps in your purse. At lunchtime go get a bottle
of water from the vending machine. This is lunch. Drink it and don't dawdle.
When you are done, go to the bathroom and get in the stall furthest away
from the door.
Unzip your skirt and step out of it. For this you can turn off the vibration
on your plug and remove it. Now would be a good time for a potty break
if you need it. Put the gag on, and then attach the ends of the clover clamps
to the center of your outer labia , first the left, then the right. Give the chain
a good tug. Now spread your legs and play with your clitoris. Your goal is to
get as close to having an orgasm as you can, without going over the brink.
When you feel like you are about to orgasm, stop and grab the chain and pull
it up towards your neck as far as you can go. Keep doing this until you have
five minutes left in your lunch break, after this you can put your plug back in,
turn it back on - keep it on low - and then put your skirt back on, the stuff
back in your purse and go back to work. Should you have an orgasm - you will
keep the clover clamps on for the rest of the day. When you are settled, take a
picture of your face and send it to my phone. Expect a beep to restart your
remote sometime afterword."
She thought - he can't be serious! Luckily for her everyone leaves at lunchtime.
She dutifully carried the box back to her desk and quietly slipped the gag
and clamps into her purse, making sure no one could see.
She eyed the clock with both excitement and fear. Finally lunchtime arrived,
she picked up her purse and gingerly walked down to the vending machine.
She bought her bottled water and sat in a nearby chair. Her thoughts were
racing in the anticipation of fulfilling his demands. As she finished her water
and tossed the bottle into the recycle bin, she headed for the bathroom stall.
It was empty, just the way it usually was. She prepared herself just as she said.
The mouth plug was not as hard as she thought to take, she did notice it had
some detail.
The clover clamps did pinch quite a bit, but the thickness of her labia helped
moderate the pinch - she could only imagine if these got on her poor nipples.
She started her stimulation and slowly rubbed her clitoris as she usually did, in
a circular pattern. She began to moan with pleasure, and now understood the
purpose of the gag. Her breathing quickened and her pulse raced. She cupped a
breast with one hand, causing the sandpaper to graze across her nipple which
caused her clit to stiffen even more. Her eyes started to roll to the back of her
head when she caught herself and grabbed the chain between the clamps hard!
It pinched quite a bit - but the pain made her more aroused if that was possible.
She continued following his orders, and she counted five times that she had to
pull the chain. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm, she was a good girl
and behaved herself. She cleaned up , put everything up and in a short time she
looked just like she did before she entered the bathroom. She seriously did not
know if she'd ever been this aroused and sexually frustrated.
She settled into her desk and took the picture, and sent it to his phone.
She started to get caught up with her email, not really being able to focus as
her coworkers started to come back from lunch. She overheard a couple of
ladies laughing about how one of them had flirted with a waiter.
Then, her phone vibrated and the text was simply "on".
She was so much less able to concentrate. It was hard to focus on the
screen, hard to think about much. It seemed like her swollen clit had a
life of its own, she had never felt its presence so strongly. She thought
"Can I make it to the end of the day?
One of her coworkers started talking to her about a piece of paperwork,
and luckily it was one of those people who liked to hear the sound of their
voice and was not so interested in what you had to say. She tried to be
attentive and she did her best to fake her way through the conversation.
When her phone buzzed she picked it up to find the merciful "off". She
complied with relief.
Her breathing slowed and she while still incredibly horny could at least
respond to some emails and help a coworker with a problem she was
having. "Maybe he will have mercy." Her poor nipples were raw now,
and she was having doubts about how much longer she could tolerate
the sandpaper. She settled in and got some more work done.
Then about an hour before time to leave a bike messager came in
looking for her. He handed her a manilla envelope, it looked like
something was in it. When she opened the envelope there was a
note and a box of blue-colored breath strips.
The note said:
"Take a breath strip and cut it into eight equal sized pieces.
Go to the bathroom, take out your egg, wash it and put it in
its zip-lock bag in your purse. Then I want you to lick and
stick a piece of breath strip in the following places - one on each
nipple, two on the left side of your inner labia and then two
on the right side of your inner labia, one as far inside your
pussy as you can go, and the last on on your clitoris. Don't
worry, you'd put this in your mouth - if you would put it in
your mouth it won't hurt your naughty bits. Be glad I didn't
send the red ones! Go back to your desk, and take a photo
of yourself , send it to my phone."
She gulped. She'd never thought of using breath strips this way,
but now it was front and center. Her mind was racing as she cut
up the strips and put them in a small plastic container once used
to hold paper clips. She slipped this into her purse and made her
way to the ladies' room, again thankfully empty.
She followed her instructions to the letter - her nipples alternated
between feeling ice cold and burning hot, then her swollen labia,
her extremely wet pussy and her engorged clitoris. She was amazed,
she was even more turned on and she didn't think it was possible. She
tried to compose herself, she managed to wash the egg and put it back
up. She gingerly walked back to her desk, took the photo and sent it to
him - she was clearly frazzled and just about undone.
The last hour seemed to go on forever. She squirmed under her desk, and
when people walked by she was sure to look away. She couldn't turn this off.
No text was going to save her this time. She just had to wait for the feeling
to subside.
As it got to quitting time, she could still faintly feel the effect of the strips.
She tried to gather her composure and head home. The plug gently hummed
as she walked to her car. Luckily she lived close to work so the drive home
was short.
When she got home she found a large box sitting by her door. She brought
the box inside and opened it. Inside was a very firm, semicircular shaped
cushion with a odd indention on the top on one end. She also found a
Hitachi Magic Wand, the vibrator of legend she had heard so much about,
and an extension cord. She realized that the head of the Hitachi fit perfectly
in the indention of the cushion. She felt something cold - a much larger than
the one she wore stainless steel non-vibrating butt plug. There was also a pair
of handcuffs with keys in the box, as well as some tweezer-style nipple clamps,
and a locking ball gag, which had keys with it. Then she found the note.
"Strip down to only your boots, stockings and corset. Put on the opera length gloves.
Take a picture of yourself and send it to my phone. Fix yourself some ice water and
drink it all. I also recommend eating something. You need your strength. Once you
are done, be sure and go to the bathroom to make sure you have gotten out
whatever is there and yes now you may remove the butt plug, clean it and replace
the batteries. Put on the nipple clamps - they don't have to bite hard but you
don't want them coming off. After you are done in the bathroom, lube up the
stainless steel plug and slide it in. I know it will be cold, it won't be for long.
Strap on and lock the ball gag.
Place the cushion on your living room floor. Plug up the Hitachi and place the
head of it in the indentation. Turn it on low. Handcuff yourself behind your
back and when you have double locked them , toss the keys to them and the
gag across the floor. Lower yourself carefully down on the vibrator and cushion,
I want your clitoris directly on top of the vibrator. You are to stay on the vibrator
until you hear your home phone ring. I won't stay on the line, this is simply to let
you know when you may dismount. I want you to try to hold off having an orgasm
as long as you can but if you surrender and have an orgasm it is fine. Try to keep
track of how many you have - and i know your clitoris will be sensitive right after
you orgasm, but if I haven't called you , that's just too bad - suck it up Buttercup.
When you are ready to mount the Hitachi, text me with a 'Ready'."
She swallowed hard as she read the instructions and realized the implications.
She knew there was no way she would last long on the Hitachi no matter how
hard she tried. She got her drink and made her favorite sandwich. After she ate,
she went to the bathroom and prepared herself to his instructions. He was right,
the stainless plug was quite cold. The ball gag was easier for her to wear than
she had feared. The nipple clamps were set firmly which hurt quite enough
because of how sore they were. She set up the cushion and fired up the Hitachi,
double locked the handcuffs and threw the keys, she didn't really see where they
went because it was behind her. She carefully lowered herself down to a kneeling
position with her clitoris right on the Hitachi. She moaned into her gag.
She had a couple of minutes of lucidity before she couldn’t think any
more - those girls who had teased me so cruelly in school have
probably never had the kind of sexual experience I am having now. She
tried to hold on to the moment but soon she became again what she felt
was one complete sex organism, one throbbing clitoris begging for
sexual release.
Soon the waves of pleasure shuddered through her - she was having an
orgasm! Oh how wonderful it felt , she curled her toes. It was like
nothing she’d ever felt before - the waves kept coming and she had
never felt such intense pleasure. Just as she thought it was subsiding
, another one rolled in, this one stronger and more amazing than the
last one. She couldn’t believe it. She was starting to get sore but
she didn’t care, she wasn’t thinking much if at all.
Mercifully, her home phone rang. She just kind of slid off the
vibrator and melted onto the floor. She must have laid there fifteen
minutes trying to recover before she found the cuff keys, unlocked
herself and took the time to undress. Then she thought about it and
texted him - “Thank you sir - I had two wonderful orgasms. I am so
exhausted, please sir - may I go to sleep?” He responded “Yes little
one, I am so pleased with you. This is just the beginning. Sweet
dreams - you will be hearing from me soon.”
She smiled, set her phone down, and slept the best sleep she could
ever remember.
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Erotica written by tightlockup
She shifted nervously in her seat at her desk. She was amazed she
had made it to work on time, but getting through the work day was going
to be tough enough. When he had told her what he wanted her to do she
hesitated in response, but it was thrilling, and she wanted so much to move
beyond her normal life and routine.
They seemed to be casual flirts but the dynamic had shifted exponentially.
It started when she got a message from him before she left work the day before:
"Hi sweetie,
I need you to do something for me and I don't want an argument. Tonight
I want you to go to purchase some coarse sandpaper and a push-up bra
one cup size smaller than what you wear now. When you get home, line
the area of the bra where your nipples and areola are with pieces of
sandpaper. Fasten them in place with tape, and do a good job so they
will stay there. Take a picture when you are done and send it to my phone.
Go ahead and get your wide vibrating butt plug and your remote control egg.
Also lay out your black lacy underbust corset and the matching seamed
stockings. You will also need your four inch chisel heel black suede knee
boots. Get that tight leather skirt you bought last week, the one that goes
below the knees and keeps your steps short, and the tight black satin
blouse. I know it is long sleeved and it is summer, but I want you to wear it.
You will also need the wide black patent leather belt. Get your black satin
above the elbow length opera gloves as well. Take a picture of your
preparations and send it to my phone.
That's what your wearing tomorrow. Special note - I didn't mention panties.
However tonight I want you to wear panties to bed, and I want you to play
with yourself for at least 20 minutes - longer if you'd like - and I want you
to get as close to orgasm as you can but do not orgasm. If you fail me
and do orgasm, you will be going to work wearing your gloves under
your blouse and you will wear them all day - that will attract attention
so it behooves you to obey. Before you go to bed, text me saying
"All is ready Sir." Then as you lay down, I want you to say to yourself
once vocally , then three times mentally - "I do this for his pleasure."
Go to sleep.
When you get up, take your shower and get ready for work. Before you put
on your skirt, lube up the plug and insert it, and lube up the egg and insert
it. Do not forget the remote. Take pictures showing me the plug in place
and the retrieval string for the egg and send them to my phone. Then
take one picture of the remote with the power light on so I know it has
batteries, then turn it off and put it in your purse.
Finish dressing. Make sure that you adjust your bra for maximum cleavage
before you put your blouse on , but don't worry - you will be buttoning
your blouse up to your neck. You will take a picture of yourself before
you put the blouse on so I can see the cleavage and you will send it
to my phone.
When you are dressed and you have put on your makeup, take a
picture of your self in the full length mirror and send it to my phone.
Drive to work, and when you are settled in at your desk text me
"I have arrived Sir." then wait for further instructions."
Without really thinking that much about it logically she had done
all he asked. She'd had quite a time getting to sleep. She did manage
to avoid giving herself an orgasm because the gloves truly would
have been over the top.
She was thankful he allowed her to wear the chisel heel - it was nice
because from the side it looked like a stiletto but from the back it
looked like a chunky heel, and it gave her much more stability
which she was afraid she'd need this day. The bra was very
uncomfortable, and the sandpaper hurt her tender nipples
but they were rock hard, and this kept her excited. She had
to admit that her boobs in this bra looked amazing. She was
very self-conscious walking around with the inserts in her body
and no panties to hold them should they fall, but they were really
in no danger of coming out. She was sure her gait was a little more
awkward than usual.
As she wiggled in her seat trying to get comfortable she remembered
to text him. She then wondered how long he would make her wait
before he gave her the next step in the instructions. A coworker
came by her cubicle and asked her about a sales report - she
tried not to look too flustered and she thought she had succeeded.
She started reading her email trying not to think of her situation,
trying not to wonder what was next. What had she gotten herself in to ?
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was a text from him! Her heart
beat faster as she started to read it.
She read - "Good girl - Have a coworker take a picture of you smiling
at your desk - tell them it is for the office website. Send this picture
to my phone."
She approached the woman in the next cube, she was young, cute
and perky, and more than happy to help. She smiled sweetly for the camera,
the invaders in her body a constant reminder of what she was doing
- and who she did it for. She thanked her coworker and dutifully
sent the picture to him.
A few minutes later - now time seemed to go by so slowly - he texted
back. "Very good. Now you are to go to the bathroom , enter a stall,
and turn on the butt plug. Don't turn it up so high that it can be heard
over office noise."
He followed that up with "Then go back to your desk. Text me when you
are back."
She got up and headed to the ladies' room. The heels of her boots made
a nice sound as she walked across the tile to the stall - the kind of sound
that would get some men hard just from hearing it. But she was oblivious
to this, she knew what she had to do. She unzipped and removed her skirt,
reached back and turned it on. It was a dull buzz, just enough to get those
many nerve endings in her anus sending their messages to the brain, in
addition to the ones they were already getting from just the presence of the
plug itself. She refastened her skirt, noting that she was in a kind of
bondage now - she couldn't do anything about the pain in her nipples,
the humming invader in her rear or the ever-present but now dormant
egg in her vagina. She could feel her clitoris stiffen but she wasn't told
to touch it. She made her way back to the desk and texted him. "Done Sir."
No immediate response, so she continued attempting to do her work. She
scheduled a meeting, assisted a user with a problem they were having over
the phone, drank some coffee, and responded to an email about a deadline.
A thought then came over her - this is what he wants, he wants me to be
doing this, having all this going on under here, while no one I am interacting
with has even a clue.
Then her phone buzzed. Another text from him.
"Get the remote out of your bag, and turn it on. Place it back in your bag.
Let it run until I text you again to stop. You don't have to respond. I know
you will do it."
She looked around to see if anyone would notice. She got the remote
from her purse, turned it on - felt it start (her eyes involuntarily crossed
for a second or two) then she put the remote back in her bag.
She sat at her desk , her feet firmly planted and her legs open as much
as the skirt would allow. She tried to get more work done or at least seem
to be productive.
It had been only on a couple of minutes when she got a set of texts from him
- she thought - off already? But he said "Now I will simply send you off and on.
One word text when I want to send them. No response necessary. Take a picture
of yourself with your webcam right after you've turned them on, and right after
you've turned them off showing me the status of the light on the remote. Leave
it on for now. Oh and when you are seated, do cross your legs. I want as much
pressure as possible on your crotch."
She was kind of stunned. What is happening to her? She felt like she had two
distinct selves - the inside, horny insanely aroused woman who needed sex like
never before restrained by her outside, calm professional demeanor. It was akin
to being lit on fire and acting like nothing was happening. Every now and then
she felt her hand touching her skirt as if it were getting ready to do something
forbidden. She'd put her hand back on her table or keyboard and keep trying to work.
The buff young intern who worked in the mail room came around and delivered her
mail with a smile. She smiled back at him thankful for the makeup that kept
her blushing cheeks under wraps. "What if he knew what was going on with me?" At
times she felt like everyone she saw could see right through her - her raw aching
nipples, her constricted waist, her vibrating implements, and her shameful lack of
panties. She told herself "Even if they do know, I must continue to be professional.
I must strive to carry off this illusion because it pleases him."
After a few minutes, her phone buzzed again.
The text simply said "Off". She dutifully switched off her remote. She found it a tad
easier to focus on the work at hand, but she was always thinking of the moment
she'd get a new text. As she was examining a report she was preparing, she noticed
that she needed a particular piece of paperwork - one located in the bottom shelf of
the filing cabinet across the room. She gingerly walked over to the cabinet wondering
what would be the best way to get the file without having her plug from hitting the floor.
The corset and tight skirt would make bending over difficult. Her skirt was too tight to
squat. She decided that getting on her knees was her best option, so she gingerly knelt
down to open the drawer. She felt the fabric of the stockings and at the time she wished
he'd had her wear one of her over the knee boots to keep help her knees - but she had
never imagined having to get on her knees at work.
She found the document she was looking for and eased herself back up and over to her
desk, crossing her legs. Just in time , too - for the phone buzzed again with "on." She
turned it back on and found that her breath had gotten shallow. Oh how she wanted to
caress her swollen clitoris. If felt to her like all the blood in her body was focused on
swelling her genitals.
At that point one of her friends from the office, an attractive lady a couple years her
senior stopped by her desk. "Well, I did it - I had a colon exam. The proctologist was
actually quite handsome and gentle. I had never had anything up my rear before but
when he stuck his lubed finger up there I had to catch myself - I was actually turned
on! Perhaps I've been missing something. How's thing with you?"
She stammered. "Um , ok. Just got a case of the Mondays, you know. Nothing really."
Her friend said "Well ok, take care, I'll let you know when I get some results."
As she tried to take her mind off what was going on she looked at a picture of one
of the organization's late founders on the wall. He was smiling, and of course it seemed
he was looking right at her. Her thoughts got the best of her - this man, his expression
- she sensed he was happy with her predicament. She was brought back to reality by a
phone call. While she was on the phone, trying not to talk if she could avoid it -
the text came through - "Off".
Lunchtime was approaching. She hadn't gotten a text for around an hour, and she
wondered if maybe he forgot about her. The low buzzing in her rear reminded
her that he probably just got busy.
The package delivery man had her sign for some packages. As she sorted them,
she saw one for her with no return address. Under her name it said "Open in private".
She took the package to the file closet and shut the door, and opened the
package. Inside there was a gag with a short rubber plug on it, it looked
like a the head of a penis. It had a breathing hole through the center.
There were also a pair of clover clamps connected with a chain - she had
heard about these and she was scared of using them on her nipples. She knew
that if you pulled on the chain they would tighten. And of course, a note.
No introduction, no greeting - just
"Put the gag and the clamps in your purse. At lunchtime go get a bottle
of water from the vending machine. This is lunch. Drink it and don't dawdle.
When you are done, go to the bathroom and get in the stall furthest away
from the door.
Unzip your skirt and step out of it. For this you can turn off the vibration
on your plug and remove it. Now would be a good time for a potty break
if you need it. Put the gag on, and then attach the ends of the clover clamps
to the center of your outer labia , first the left, then the right. Give the chain
a good tug. Now spread your legs and play with your clitoris. Your goal is to
get as close to having an orgasm as you can, without going over the brink.
When you feel like you are about to orgasm, stop and grab the chain and pull
it up towards your neck as far as you can go. Keep doing this until you have
five minutes left in your lunch break, after this you can put your plug back in,
turn it back on - keep it on low - and then put your skirt back on, the stuff
back in your purse and go back to work. Should you have an orgasm - you will
keep the clover clamps on for the rest of the day. When you are settled, take a
picture of your face and send it to my phone. Expect a beep to restart your
remote sometime afterword."
She thought - he can't be serious! Luckily for her everyone leaves at lunchtime.
She dutifully carried the box back to her desk and quietly slipped the gag
and clamps into her purse, making sure no one could see.
She eyed the clock with both excitement and fear. Finally lunchtime arrived,
she picked up her purse and gingerly walked down to the vending machine.
She bought her bottled water and sat in a nearby chair. Her thoughts were
racing in the anticipation of fulfilling his demands. As she finished her water
and tossed the bottle into the recycle bin, she headed for the bathroom stall.
It was empty, just the way it usually was. She prepared herself just as she said.
The mouth plug was not as hard as she thought to take, she did notice it had
some detail.
The clover clamps did pinch quite a bit, but the thickness of her labia helped
moderate the pinch - she could only imagine if these got on her poor nipples.
She started her stimulation and slowly rubbed her clitoris as she usually did, in
a circular pattern. She began to moan with pleasure, and now understood the
purpose of the gag. Her breathing quickened and her pulse raced. She cupped a
breast with one hand, causing the sandpaper to graze across her nipple which
caused her clit to stiffen even more. Her eyes started to roll to the back of her
head when she caught herself and grabbed the chain between the clamps hard!
It pinched quite a bit - but the pain made her more aroused if that was possible.
She continued following his orders, and she counted five times that she had to
pull the chain. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm, she was a good girl
and behaved herself. She cleaned up , put everything up and in a short time she
looked just like she did before she entered the bathroom. She seriously did not
know if she'd ever been this aroused and sexually frustrated.
She settled into her desk and took the picture, and sent it to his phone.
She started to get caught up with her email, not really being able to focus as
her coworkers started to come back from lunch. She overheard a couple of
ladies laughing about how one of them had flirted with a waiter.
Then, her phone vibrated and the text was simply "on".
She was so much less able to concentrate. It was hard to focus on the
screen, hard to think about much. It seemed like her swollen clit had a
life of its own, she had never felt its presence so strongly. She thought
"Can I make it to the end of the day?
One of her coworkers started talking to her about a piece of paperwork,
and luckily it was one of those people who liked to hear the sound of their
voice and was not so interested in what you had to say. She tried to be
attentive and she did her best to fake her way through the conversation.
When her phone buzzed she picked it up to find the merciful "off". She
complied with relief.
Her breathing slowed and she while still incredibly horny could at least
respond to some emails and help a coworker with a problem she was
having. "Maybe he will have mercy." Her poor nipples were raw now,
and she was having doubts about how much longer she could tolerate
the sandpaper. She settled in and got some more work done.
Then about an hour before time to leave a bike messager came in
looking for her. He handed her a manilla envelope, it looked like
something was in it. When she opened the envelope there was a
note and a box of blue-colored breath strips.
The note said:
"Take a breath strip and cut it into eight equal sized pieces.
Go to the bathroom, take out your egg, wash it and put it in
its zip-lock bag in your purse. Then I want you to lick and
stick a piece of breath strip in the following places - one on each
nipple, two on the left side of your inner labia and then two
on the right side of your inner labia, one as far inside your
pussy as you can go, and the last on on your clitoris. Don't
worry, you'd put this in your mouth - if you would put it in
your mouth it won't hurt your naughty bits. Be glad I didn't
send the red ones! Go back to your desk, and take a photo
of yourself , send it to my phone."
She gulped. She'd never thought of using breath strips this way,
but now it was front and center. Her mind was racing as she cut
up the strips and put them in a small plastic container once used
to hold paper clips. She slipped this into her purse and made her
way to the ladies' room, again thankfully empty.
She followed her instructions to the letter - her nipples alternated
between feeling ice cold and burning hot, then her swollen labia,
her extremely wet pussy and her engorged clitoris. She was amazed,
she was even more turned on and she didn't think it was possible. She
tried to compose herself, she managed to wash the egg and put it back
up. She gingerly walked back to her desk, took the photo and sent it to
him - she was clearly frazzled and just about undone.
The last hour seemed to go on forever. She squirmed under her desk, and
when people walked by she was sure to look away. She couldn't turn this off.
No text was going to save her this time. She just had to wait for the feeling
to subside.
As it got to quitting time, she could still faintly feel the effect of the strips.
She tried to gather her composure and head home. The plug gently hummed
as she walked to her car. Luckily she lived close to work so the drive home
was short.
When she got home she found a large box sitting by her door. She brought
the box inside and opened it. Inside was a very firm, semicircular shaped
cushion with a odd indention on the top on one end. She also found a
Hitachi Magic Wand, the vibrator of legend she had heard so much about,
and an extension cord. She realized that the head of the Hitachi fit perfectly
in the indention of the cushion. She felt something cold - a much larger than
the one she wore stainless steel non-vibrating butt plug. There was also a pair
of handcuffs with keys in the box, as well as some tweezer-style nipple clamps,
and a locking ball gag, which had keys with it. Then she found the note.
"Strip down to only your boots, stockings and corset. Put on the opera length gloves.
Take a picture of yourself and send it to my phone. Fix yourself some ice water and
drink it all. I also recommend eating something. You need your strength. Once you
are done, be sure and go to the bathroom to make sure you have gotten out
whatever is there and yes now you may remove the butt plug, clean it and replace
the batteries. Put on the nipple clamps - they don't have to bite hard but you
don't want them coming off. After you are done in the bathroom, lube up the
stainless steel plug and slide it in. I know it will be cold, it won't be for long.
Strap on and lock the ball gag.
Place the cushion on your living room floor. Plug up the Hitachi and place the
head of it in the indentation. Turn it on low. Handcuff yourself behind your
back and when you have double locked them , toss the keys to them and the
gag across the floor. Lower yourself carefully down on the vibrator and cushion,
I want your clitoris directly on top of the vibrator. You are to stay on the vibrator
until you hear your home phone ring. I won't stay on the line, this is simply to let
you know when you may dismount. I want you to try to hold off having an orgasm
as long as you can but if you surrender and have an orgasm it is fine. Try to keep
track of how many you have - and i know your clitoris will be sensitive right after
you orgasm, but if I haven't called you , that's just too bad - suck it up Buttercup.
When you are ready to mount the Hitachi, text me with a 'Ready'."
She swallowed hard as she read the instructions and realized the implications.
She knew there was no way she would last long on the Hitachi no matter how
hard she tried. She got her drink and made her favorite sandwich. After she ate,
she went to the bathroom and prepared herself to his instructions. He was right,
the stainless plug was quite cold. The ball gag was easier for her to wear than
she had feared. The nipple clamps were set firmly which hurt quite enough
because of how sore they were. She set up the cushion and fired up the Hitachi,
double locked the handcuffs and threw the keys, she didn't really see where they
went because it was behind her. She carefully lowered herself down to a kneeling
position with her clitoris right on the Hitachi. She moaned into her gag.
She had a couple of minutes of lucidity before she couldn’t think any
more - those girls who had teased me so cruelly in school have
probably never had the kind of sexual experience I am having now. She
tried to hold on to the moment but soon she became again what she felt
was one complete sex organism, one throbbing clitoris begging for
sexual release.
Soon the waves of pleasure shuddered through her - she was having an
orgasm! Oh how wonderful it felt , she curled her toes. It was like
nothing she’d ever felt before - the waves kept coming and she had
never felt such intense pleasure. Just as she thought it was subsiding
, another one rolled in, this one stronger and more amazing than the
last one. She couldn’t believe it. She was starting to get sore but
she didn’t care, she wasn’t thinking much if at all.
Mercifully, her home phone rang. She just kind of slid off the
vibrator and melted onto the floor. She must have laid there fifteen
minutes trying to recover before she found the cuff keys, unlocked
herself and took the time to undress. Then she thought about it and
texted him - “Thank you sir - I had two wonderful orgasms. I am so
exhausted, please sir - may I go to sleep?” He responded “Yes little
one, I am so pleased with you. This is just the beginning. Sweet
dreams - you will be hearing from me soon.”
She smiled, set her phone down, and slept the best sleep she could
ever remember.
