Wednesdays were everyone's favourite day, including mine. It gave me a chance to show off all the sexy underwear I had bought to wear for my ex that I never got to wear anymore. Sometimes I'd go for lacy, sometimes I'd go for skimpy and sometimes I'd go for crotchless lingerie (which happened to be
very
popular with my co-workers).
David had called a whole team meeting where he explained the new arrangement and instructed that if I was to make any mistake, whether it be work related or just addressing a member of staff incorrectly then I was either to be punished by them and be reported to David afterwards, no doubt to give me a bit of punishment himself.
Robert, who it turned out was the most perverted of my co-workers, had especially taken to the new arrangement. He had gone shopping on multiple BDSM sites and had bought several sets of handcuffs, three sets of wrists to ankle cuff restraints, an adjustable spreader bar for my legs, an adjustable spreader bar for my wrists, rope, bondage tape, several coloured leather collars, a ball gag, a ball gag harness, a neck to wrist restraint, several butt plugs, a bit gag, different coloured floggers, crops and paddles. He had essentially everything you'd ever need for your own red room. He had even started buying several BDSM apparatuses.
I was shocked when I went into the stock room to find they had assembled an St Andrews Bondage Cross on the wall. It made sense that they would put it since it would be out of sight of any visitors; I was just surprised they had actually gone that far. Robert would often take me to the cross to fuck me and had spoken to David, who it turned out was very eager to use the wrist spreader bar so I often had to walk around the office barely able to use my hands.
My co-workers seemed quite happy to watch me use my tongue to type at my computer or watch me have to use my mouth to carry things when my hands were full. Sometimes they'd have me do things that weren't even sexual. David often enjoyed having me kneeling next to him while he worked. He wouldn't even acknowledge me. Other times he'd have me lying on his desk either in my underwear or in my normal clothes with my skirt pulled right up to show off my arse but even then he acted like I wasn't even there. These sessions would often end with him ejaculating on my arse and then sending me on my way.
It annoyed me sometimes that the only attention I would get was a sticky arse and sometimes I'd go to start touching myself just to get his attention, and it often ended up with me getting a hard spanking. I don't know why but David was my favourite when it came to spanking. Maybe it was because he was the actual boss of the company.
Jeff particularly enjoyed tying me up to spank me and, while it aroused me, I always felt it would be better if it were David. Don't misunderstand me. I don't find David attractive at all. He's not my type. It was all about the power he had over me. I suspect he had a feeling that I had secretly enjoyed the bukkake; otherwise he wouldn't have brought up his new ideal arrangement. I could have sued. I could have complained and his threats being carried out would only result in more lawsuits and me getting big payoff.
He had known I would agree to it. Maybe he was just giving me an excuse to feel trapped. But at the same time, maybe it wasn't. Maybe the threats were real and I just thought he was lying. It didn't matter to me either way. I just enjoyed the thrill of it all.
There were something's I didn't enjoy so much. One day a particularly creepy group of co-workers ordered me to sit at my desk and drink five whole bottles of water. I wasn't allowed to move for anything. They then took bets on how long I could last before I pissed myself and then they made me clean it up. That was the one time I complained to David. He gave me a spanking for the complaint but they never did it again. I had a feeling that even he thought that was going too far, although he wasn't willing to show that. He had a role to play. He had to appear uncompromising. I was there to be humiliated. I was there for them to use. Showing a moment's weakness would break that façade. It would imply that I still had influence.
I wasn't allowed to have influence and he made that very clear the week after.
I was lying on his desk in my underwear again as he read through his paperwork.
'What do you think about updating one of our game engines?' he asked me unexpectedly. 'For more natural lighting and physics?'
'Oh!' I was surprised. 'I think that would be a good idea. It would appeal to the PC gamers,' I answered and he slapped my arse harder than ever before. 'Ow! What was that for?!'
'You're not here to have an opinion,' he told me sternly.
'So why the fuck did you ask me?!' I snapped and he slapped my arse again. I glared at him and he responded with another slap. 'Sir,' I added but I made no attempt to hide my snarky attitude.
'I needed to see if you knew your place,' he said impassively.
He stood up and walked around to the end of the desk. He grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me round on my back. He then tilted my head back over the edge of the desk. He undid he trousers and pulled out his erect cock.
'I think you need a reminder,' I told me and then he started to fuck my mouth, his balls slapping me on the face.
I cupped his balls and played with them to increase his pleasure. This seemed to work because before I knew it he was filling my mouth with cum. He pulled out, a thick white line of cum connected to my lips and to the end of his cock. The connection broke and the cum dropped down onto my face, running down along my nose and forehead.
'That's your place, Miss Pacitto,' he said, wiping the remains of his cum along my cheek before hastily putting his cock back into his boxers. 'If you're not sucking cock then I don't want you using that mouth.'
'Then how am I supposed to help you with your power play fetish if I can't call you "sir" or "Mr"?' I asked, sitting up and I saw his nostrils flare up angrily. 'If you didn't want a whore that talks back then you should have got some stupid bimbo with daddy issues to listen to your every order.'
'I'm not that old, Miss Pacitto,' he replied, narrowing his eyes.
'You're about twice my age. That's old enough.'
'You will not talk to me like that, Miss Pacitto,' he said sternly. 'And clean your face up. You look like a dirty skank.'
I ran my finger down the line of cum and licked my finger clean, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.
'Is that satisfactory, Sir?' I asked sarcastically. 'Does it turn you on knowing that you get to treat me like your own personal cum bitch while your boring ass wife can't even be bothered to give you head?'
I touched a nerve there and he slapped me across the face. Then he suddenly had me pinned against the wall as he ripped my underwear off...
Then he had me on the floor and I made him orgasm again. His expression looked shocked at first, then pained and then satisfied. He pulled out of my burning hot pussy and gave a deep sigh.
'Talking about your wife really got you going didn't it, sir?' I asked, my chest heaving.
'Never talk about my home life again, Pacitto,' he said, standing up. This time he didn't even refer as 'Miss". I must have really pissed him off. 'Or I'll have you standing in that hallway pissing yourself in front of everyone.'
'Understood.'
*
'You look shattered,' my sister, Rachel, told me when I arrived at my mum's house on Saturday afternoon.
Mum was upstairs sleeping, which was typical of her, leaving me to talk to my half-little sister. We didn't really look anything alike. We both had never dark hair but where I was cutesy, she was very beautiful...at least with make-up on...and she was never without makeup. Without it she looked quite plain but at least she could pull of make-up. I sure as hell couldn't. I didn't even try. I looked stupid as fuck.
I had moved out about a year ago to live with my then-boyfriend. It hadn't ended well as you know so he went off to live with his parents. Twenty-one years old and I had already gone through the whole divorce routine without the actual divorce. We had broken up and I had kept everything. It was only a small flat but it was still a bitch to pay for by myself.
Rachel had repeatedly suggested that I return home. I wasn't going to do that. My pride wouldn't allow me, which is ironic considering the way I let myself be used at work.
'Yeah,' I shrugged, sitting down. 'Work is getting stressful. Trying to please everyone at once.'
She rolled her eyes. 'You'd do anything they'd ask,' she said and I tried desperately not to laugh.
She noticed. 'What's so funny?' she asked.
'Nothing,' I replied and shifted painfully.
'What's wrong? Don't they supply decent seats where you work?' she asked.
'I'm doing squats,' I told her and she laughed.
'Isn't your arse big enough?' she asked.
Apparently not. I had been instructed to do squats at home to make my arse more shapely but that wasn't why my butt hurt. As punishment for my comment about his home life, David had made me stand by the clocking out machine to be spanked by everyone again. I had also been instructed not to put an ice pack on it when I got home.
Even though I knew they'd never find out, I obeyed their commands.
'You can talk,' I muttered. 'You only ever wear skin-tight stuff because it makes your arse look bigger.'
She laughed. It was her "I'm about to bullshit" laugh.
'I do not!'
And there was the bullshit.
'You got a boyfriend yet?' she asked and I shook my head. 'Wow. Does this mean you're not getting any?'
I tried not to laugh again.
'That means you are,' she said, crossing her arms. 'That explains why you're not in your usual foul mood.'
'Oh shut up.'
