I felt like crying, but the tears wouldn't come. I was standing in the middle of Sir's office with my hands tied behind my back, completely naked. I did not know what was happening around me, but I was nervous.
Mr. George has been commenting about how this week would be different, and other than the fact he wouldn't let me cum this week, everything has been almost the same.
My orgasm restrictions are because of what happened on Monday when I came without Sir's permission. Ever since that moment, I have not been allowed to cum. My pussy aches to cum, but Sir does not seem like he is going to budge.
Luckily, today is Friday, and everyone is in a better mood. So, surely he'll let me cum today.
I waited patiently for Sir to come and touch me however he pleased. The cool air hardened my tits, and I could feel my wetness start to leak down my thighs.
Finally, I heard voices from an unfamiliar person. Immediately, my heart started pounding. Sir hadn't warned me that people would be joining us today.
Or maybe he did; this week would be different.
The voices were muffled and sounded far away on the other side of the office. I shifted from side to side, suddenly feeling a wave of panic. I knew they could see me, all of me. Yet, I could only make out the muffled syllables of their words.
Suddenly, I felt Sir's lips at my ear, and he said to me, "This is what I've been telling you about slut. I need you to be a good girl and let this nice man, Mr., do whatever he wants to you. Okay?"
When he finished talking, a shiver ran down my spine. "Yes, sir," I responded as if I had any other option. I needed Mr. George's approval to keep my job.
Mr. George's lips disappeared from my ear, and I was alone again with nothing but the air to keep me company. My brain felt like scrambled eggs; I wondered who this person was and what they would do to me. Would they be gentle? Or would they be rough like Mr. George?
Rough hands that I did not recognize started to pinch my nipples, and a gasp escaped my lips. "Can I gag this bitch?" I heard the new man say. The fact that I didn't even know his name, but he knew what I looked like naked made my pussy throb with lust.
His hands left my nipples, and I vaguely heard Mr. George's drawer open, then the shuffling of toys. Then, after a few minutes, the drawer closed again.
"Open your mouth, whore" the new man said, and I obeyed him because I knew Sir was somewhere watching to make sure I was being a good girl for his guest.
The stranger put the ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around my head tightly. Now I couldn't see him, or scream, or move my hands. I was at the mercy of this stranger. Mr. George was probably sitting behind his desk, jacking off, watching the scene unfold.
The new man's hands were back on my nipples, and he began to pull them and twist them roughly. He started pulling them hard, then squeezing them with his nails. I swear I screamed once, but the gag completely muffled it.
I felt the feeling of rubber and then a quick, hard pinch. I realized the stranger was putting clamps on my nipples. When he was finished attaching the second clamp to my other nipple, he lightly tugged on the string that connected them. I moaned as he pulled it.
Then, I felt his hands against my back, pushing me forward. Eventually, I felt my hips hit the meeting table on the other side of Mr. George's office from his desk, where he was probably sitting, smiling, possibly recording this random man playing with my tits.
He shoved me down onto the meeting room table hard. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so that he could whisper in my ear, "Your boss told me to give you your final punishment for cumming without his permission."
"I personally wouldn't ever let you cum again, but he is nicer than I am." He continued, dropping my head back onto the table as if it were nothing.
I assumed he would surprise me with my final punishment because I didn't hear him say anything. With my blindfold still on, all I could do was sit there and wait for him to come back with whatever toy he was going to use to punish me.
Whack!
