Office Domination

I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. I knew my Boss had something up his sleeve for me this morning and I certainly didn't want to keep him waiting. He had been away on a trip for our company all week and it had been torture not to see him! Of course I was also relieved to have my chastity belt removed and feel clean for the first time all week but that's another chapter.

I hustled into the bedroom and was surprised to see a fairly bulky, boxy turtleneck sweater dress set out for me. Usually I was required to wear form fitting outfits to work that were just this side of dress code. As my Boss was also my literal Boss at work, he saw no issue with keeping me looking like the office slut...as he often reminded me, if the wet thong fits...

Back to the surprisingly modest looking garment; I was immediately suspicious. I approached the bed where it was spread out cautiously as if the unattractive dress was going to suddenly bite me. At that moment, my Boss came in holding a bag that clearly held something heavy. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Nice n clean," I answered sweetly, trying to guess the contents of the bag by the shape. Was it round? Not quite...

"Don't get used to that feeling," he smirked. I got the hot flush in my lower belly that always appeared when he used a menacing tone.

First thing, a blindfold went over my eyes. I heard the bag set on the bed but still couldn't guess the contents. My curiosity didn't need to wait long. I was standing with my feet spread wide and my hands on top of my head. Without warning, he roughly pushed me between my shoulders, so I was bent at the waist. With no ceremony or preparation, he began working the large steel balls at the end of my anal hook into my ass. I gasped at the cold metal but was far more concerned about my tight hole. After a week in chastity, I was no longer stretched and loose from my Boss's constant attentions to that area. Normally I could expect at least a dildo fucking in the ass every day although nothing beat his dick of course. But none of that had been given to me for a week so I felt tight as a teenager once again with a sizable hook being forced inside. "What's wrong?," he asked mockingly. "What happened to my loose whore?" I groaned at the effect of the phrase and tried to relax and lean into the toy. So far, I was completely focused on the current situation so I hadn't yet connected any dots with the rest of the bag or ugly outfit.

My Boss continued to apply lube and pressure while I provided a soundtrack of whimpers, moans, and finally the scream he was waiting for. Once the first ball of the hook slid in, he applied steady pressure until I was completely hooked. While the last few bumps passed through my wrecked hole, the pressure inside became too much and I squirted all over myself. A mixture of pee and cum, there was a good amount pouring out of me as my legs shook. My eyes and nose were running from his efforts and my position; at that moment I felt every bit his pathetic slut.

"Well, well...can't control our bladder this morning, can we?" he asked in the same mocking tone he always used when he pushed me to lose control.

"Sir, I'm sorry I made a mess," I sniveled between tears and snot.

"That you did but don't worry, I'll let you clean up the floor soon." As he said this, he stood me back up and pulled the hook up tight between my ass cheeks. He kept pulling until I was dancing on my toes and beginning to gape.

"Please Sir please" I began to babble. He released some of the pressure so I was able to stand flat footed again.

"Hold that hook in you, whore," he growled in my ear while returning to the bed. No real surprise about what came next; a stiff collar was attached around my neck. Although I couldn't see it, I knew there was an O ring on the back to which my Boss would tie the hook. Sure enough, I felt his swift hands at my lower back running a short rope through the opening at the top of the hook. I felt a slight but insistent pressure on my throat as he pulled the rope attaching it to the hook in my ass more tightly. When he was done, I was allowed to stand for a moment and catch my breath. If I had excellent posture, the collar was only a slight tug on my throat and the hook pulled my asshole open just the slightest. Sitting would, of course, dramatically change both of those things. By now, the boxy turtleneck dress had begun to make sense. The hook would be worn to the office under it; by the time we got home, I'd be my Boss's "loose whore" once again.

While my mind was busy making arrangements for the day so that I could remain functional, I had lost track of what my Boss was doing. I sensed him near me before he spoke. "Lift up your right foot." I obeyed and felt him slip something scratchy over my ankle. We repeated the process with the other foot and he pulled a pair of "panties" up me. They were made of thick, itchy burlap that immediately began irritating my skin wherever it made contact. The panties felt slightly baggy but were tied tight around the waist and legs. There was a separate strip of burlap running tightly between my legs that had been lined with dulled metal spikes. While there was no chance of them breaking skin, they would create a serious ache during the day. My Boss walked behind me and grabbed my tits tightly. While he casually stretched my nipples out, he asked if I liked my new lingerie.

I answered, sincerely, "Yes Sir I love them." The truth was I was already creating a wet spot on the itchy fabric.

"They have one more feature," he said as his hands switched from my tits to my ass cheeks. He grabbed a generous handful of each cheek and pushed the itchy panties onto them, hard. Except this part wasn't just itchy, it had been lined with tacks. Since the ass of the panties was a bit baggy, the tacks would only lightly scratch me while I walked. But if I sat down at any time, it would be an extremely painful bed of nails experience. Either way, I was facing a long day that would end in a stretched asshole, raw ass cheeks, and a bruised cunt. I was reflecting on these things and getting lost in my fantasies which may be why I barely noticed him strapping the punishment bra over my tits. He had just closed the tiny padlock on the back of the tack lined bra when he picked up on my dreamy state. He quickly brought me back to reality with a hard squeeze on each tit, driving the tacks into my sensitive skin. I gasped and tried to bend forward out of instinct but was brought up short by the hook in my ass and tacks in my panties.

"Now I have you partially dressed but you still have to clean up the mess you made on the floor. I want you to get down there and use your bottom to mop up. Just like a dog dragging it's ass across the floor, that's what I want to see."

First I knelt as that seemed the least painful way to get down. I tried sliding my legs apart and lowering my bottom to touch the mess on the floor but he wasn't having it. "Is that how I said to do it, you dumb bitch?"

"No Sir," I said hastily trying to rearrange myself. But he had waited long enough to see what he wanted. He quickly kicked my ankles out from under me and I landed on my spike lined bottom - hard. What really made me cry out tho was the unexpected tug on the hook which felt like it had just opened me up like a tunnel. But, as per my Boss's wishes, I was firmly seated in my mess and I could feel my cold cum seeping thru the punishment panties. Awkwardly and to his great amusement, I scooted my bottom all around the floor until it was soaking wet and raw. He allowed me to stand and finally look at myself in the mirror.

Across the cups of the bra, he had written "SAND" and "BAGS" in thick black marker. Across the front of the panties was, "PATHETIC SLUT" while the back declared my ass a "CUM DUMPSTER". I stood looking at myself in a kind of stupor; Humiliation ran thru my veins like blood and I needed it just as much to survive.

My Boss approached me and popped the ugly, bulky turtleneck dress over my head. I obediently raised my arms so he could dress me, feeling the tack bra do its work. Yes, I was going to be raw and sensitive all over after today. "Now for your boots," he said, bringing in the ugliest pair of chunky black ankle boots I'd ever seen. On top of being hideous, they looked at least a size too big. He knelt and lifted my right foot into the boot and I learned why they were so big. The inner soles had been lined with Legos. As I put my weight on my right foot to lift my left, I nearly toppled over from the pain. But my Boss steadied me and helped me into my torturous footwear. It was, as he had promised, a little easier when I could distribute my weight evenly but it was only a matter of degrees. Each boot had a tiny chain and padlock so there would be no temptation to remove them.

Again, I stood in front of the mirror and took stock of my situation. My feet throbbed from the small plastic bricks digging into my soles. My cunt ached from the spikes digging into it and was irritated from the itchy fabric. Similarly the burlap was doing its job irritating my entire bottom and where it was tied tight around my waist and legs. My ass cheeks burned from the tacks which were clinging to the damp, disgusting smelling fabric. Of course all of these were relatively minor irritations compared to the huge metal balls on the hook filling my ass. I had to be careful not to move too much and overstimulate myself into squirting again! Up from the hook was the cruelly small bra that squashed my tits down and drove tacks into my skin. As my nipples hardened, the tacks placed around them became even more painful. All of this topped off by a stiff collar which placed a steady pressure on my throat. And finally, the cheap, bulky dress to hide my shame.

"Ready to go to work?" he asked.

Meeting his eyes in the mirror over my shoulder I replied, "Yes, Sir." It was going to be a long, wonderful day.