As she drove home, the blouse rubbed against her sensitised nipples causing them to stand out proud. The tightness of her skirt kept the butt plug securely in place and the movement of the car over the road's surface caused it to vibrate the butt plug up and down inside her back passage. The combination of the two different sensations had her pussy dripping wet by the time she arrived back at her apartment and she could feel a trickle of her juices trace a track down the inside of her thigh. She blushed in shame. How could she be so aroused by such humiliating circumstances?
She fumbled her keys out of her purse and tried to open the door. The key wouldn't turn! Then she remembered what her Master had given her. It was obvious that he had arranged for the locks to be changed. As she drew the new set of keys from her purse, she noticed what she hadn't taken in earlier. Hanging from the key ring was a gold coloured disc with the initials DB inscribed. The message could not be more plain. These were his keys and he was telling her that he now considered her apartment to be part of his territory as he considered her to be his property.
The key turned smoothly in the lock and she let herself into the apartment. No longer did it feel like her refuge. She felt helpless and vulnerable, her feet ached from the unaccustomed height of the heels on her shoes and her entire body was quivering from the sensations aroused by the drive home. She kicked off the hated shoes and wandered into her bedroom, taking off her jacket as she walked. She laid it across the bed and unzipped her skirt. It soon rested beside the jacket and she turned her attention to unbuttoning her blouse. Supported by the pushed down bra cups, her nipples still stood out proud from the friction caused by the blouse rubbing against them on the journey home.
She moved into the bathroom and eased the plug out of her ass. She sighed, half in relief, half in regret as the pressure in her back passage retreated. As she relieved herself she reflected on how much her life had changed. Was she really responsible for her new life? She started to take a long, hard look at how she behaved on a daily basis. It was true that she was hard to get along with, but she was in a demanding field and was determined to succeed. Maybe she was a bit sharp with colleagues but she didn't have time to cosset them! As for the admin staff, if she were honest with herself, she had never really seen them as colleagues, let alone people in their own right! Maybe her Master was right in that she needed to change her attitude, at least a little. Wryly, she realised that she didn't really have a choice in the matter. Her Master would be observing her tomorrow morning and she was absolutely sure that he would be satisfied with nothing less than a complete change in attitude from her!
She finished her ablutions and moved to the basin, washing her hands and splashing hot water over her face, before cleaning off the plug. Opening the bathroom cabinet she took out some cotton wool pads and proceeded to remove her make-up. She moved back into the bedroom and searched for a robe. Nothing was to be found, however. Her phone buzzed, alerting her to the fact she had a text message waiting.
"You will wear no clothes whilst in the apartment. You will regard the apartment as an extension of your Master's estate!"
Although logically Kristy knew there must be concealed cameras in the apartment, she nevertheless spun around, desperately searching for evidence of their presence. Try as she might, however, she could see no sign. Feeling even more vulnerable Kristy had no choice but to obey the instructions on the text. Completely naked, she made her way into the kitchen to prepare supper for herself. She opened the fridge to find a thick, fresh tuna steak sitting on the shelf. When she looked inside the vegetable compartment she found a selection of vegetables, including spinach and mange tout. She put together a marinade of lemon juice, soy sauce, black pepper, garlic and herbs and placed the tuna into it. She pulled out the spinach and chopped some more garlic. Finally she put some rice on to boil and placed the marinated tuna steak under the grill. She retrieved a wok from the cupboard and put the spinach and garlic into it, tossed in some salt and a little olive oil and proceeded to stir fry the leaves until wilted.
As all the ingredients came together, Kristy dished them onto a plate and took it to the kitchen table. She was surprised by how good the food tasted. She had made sure to baste the tuna steak with the marinade as it grilled and as a result it was tender and succulent. The marinade soaked into the rice and provided a fragrant accompaniment. When finished, she washed up the plate, cooking utensils and cutlery before moving back into the living room. Sitting down, the leather felt strange against her naked body. Exhausted, she lay back and closed her eyes. About an hour later she roused herself. She couldn't let her apathy spill over into her work. She had struggled for far too long to get where she was today!
Opening up her laptop she started to work, loosing herself in replying to emails and writing briefs. She opened up the final email and clicked on the attachment. Then she frowned. The attachment didn't open. Muttering to herself, she moved the email to the trash folder and forgot about it, continuing to work on an opinion that was required in the morning. It was late by the time she finished and saved her work. She closed the application and froze in shock! There taking up the entire screen was a close up picture of her face, obviously in the throes of a climax! Her eyes were dilated, her lips puffy and encircling a man's cock. Semen was dripping down her face. Horrified, she stared at the picture. Someone had obviously taken several pictures and amalgamated them to make this one, striking image. Frantically, she opened up the control panel and tried to delete the graphic image, but every time she thought she had deleted it, it popped back up. Finally she gave up and shut down the system. Tears rolled down her cheeks. How was she ever going to hide this from her colleagues at work! Shaken she crawled into bed, drew the covers over herself and cried herself to sleep.
The phone woke her the next morning. She opened it and read the message inside.
"Remember the enema must stay in for 10 minutes!" it said. "Wear your hair in a high pony tail today" it continued.
Kristy got out of bed and numbly walked to the shower, picking up the plug from the basin. She took down the enema bag from where it hung and filled it with warm, soapy water. Walking back into the shower, she took the lubricant and massaged it into her sphincter and then slowly inserted the nozzle into her back passage. When she was sure it would go no further, she released the clamp and let the water flow into her. Once again she felt the liquid distend her bowels and gritted her teeth as she waited for the bag to empty completely. Once this was achieved she took the plug and inserted it, leaning forwards against the wall of the shower to gain the best access as well as supporting herself.
By the end of 10 minutes, the pressure was unbearable and she felt faint. It was with overwhelming relief that she finally removed the plug and allowed the liquid to flow out. She went a little weak at the knees and put out a hand to support herself. Spots swam in front of her eyes briefly before clearing and she felt steady enough to stand under the hot water and scrub herself thoroughly. She shampooed and conditioned her hair before stepping out of the shower and towelling herself of. She was surprised at how good she felt!
As she sat at her dressing table to dry her hair, she took a good look at herself. Her complexion was smooth and her eyes clear, despite the shadows under her eyes. She quickly and efficiently applied her make-up before drying her hair and putting it up in a pony tail, as instructed. She padded back to the bathroom and brushed her teeth before walking to the wardrobe. There hanging dead centre, was the peach suit. She took it out and laid it on the bed, noticing in passing that it was single breasted with a pencil skirt. She returned to the wardrobe and pulled out the black satin blouse, registering with dismay how low it was cut. The fact that the neckline was edged with ruffles did nothing to disguise this fact, indeed they almost served to draw attention to the deep V. Laying the blouse beside the suit she went to the drawer to pick out a bra and a pair of hold-up stockings in a neutral colour.
Her phone buzzed. Another text had come in. "You will wear the quarter cup black satin bra." was all it said.
Kristy closed her eyes and swallowed. It was being made very clear to her that she was under constant scrutiny. Obediently she selected the black bra and put it on, fastening it at the front. This time her nipples were not even slightly covered. The bra pushed her breasts high, with their nipples resting on the cushion of fabric. She bent over to pull on her stockings and her breasts swung free completely. Blushing, she straightened up and tucked herself back into the bra as best she could, before putting on her blouse. Her trembling fingers fumbled at the row of buttons, taking twice as long as normal.
Again the phone buzzed. "Replace the plug in your ass" it said.
Mechanically Kristy made her way back to the bathroom, cleaned off the plug and after making sure her asshole was lubricated, she eased the black rubber device inside. Then she returned to the bedroom to continue dressing. She drew on the skirt over her hips. It was so tight that it felt like a second skin and rubbed against the plug as she moved. Picking up the jacket she moved to the wardrobe to pick out the shoes. There was only one pair of peach coloured shoes in sight and these had a 5" stiletto heel! She slipped her feet into them and teetered into the kitchen where she made herself a cup of tea with honey and split open a pink grapefruit for breakfast.
The clock on the wall showed time slipping away as she absent mindedly ate her breakfast. She was dreading what this morning would bring. How on earth was she going to be able to hide that awful picture of herself on her laptop? Still mulling this over, she picked up her purse and made her way out of the apartment.
The drive to work was uneventful and she had managed to gain a measure of equilibrium by the time she walked through the doors of Malinson & Partners. The first person she saw was David, standing near reception and casually chatting with one of the other partners. She had no doubt her every move was under scrutiny! As she moved across the reception area two or three of her colleagues murmured a good morning. Making an effort, Kristy smiled at them and greeted them in kind. Looking slightly startled but gratified, they smiled back and moved off.
"Think she got laid last night?" she overheard one of her male colleagues say to his friend.
"Who knows, but if she did, let's hope it's a regular thing!" his friend replied fervently.
