Julia's workweek was hellish; he had instructed her to wear the vibrator to work everyday. The first day she had come back, Mr. Darryl had pulled her aside and into his office. At first, Julia was concerned he would want to finish fucking her. However, much to her surprise, he told her she had received the promotion and would be moving into her new office. He never mentioned the episode where he had thrown her on his desk and discovered the self same vibrator that continued to torture her now, buzzing away in her wet cunt.
Her new office was large, and elegant. She felt for some reason that HE was responsible for both the promotion and Mr. Darryl's new attitude with her. Julia sat back at her new desk glad to be at work, and not crawling around on the floor. She buried herself in her work glad to have something to take her mind off the weekend's activities.
Julia sat at her simple wooden table her knees aching from crawling around the house; at least he had not taken away her ability to sit on her furniture. She tried to think back to the party, tried to remember the faces of that night, but they all just slid together in a haze of drunken fucking.
God she really was not any better than a whore was, here she was being blackmailed and spied on, and all she wanted to do was figure out who he was, so he would fuck her. Her Master, she kind of liked the way that sounded in her head, just seeing the names he called her written in text made her wet, the thought of hearing his voice say them was almost enough to make her cum again; not enough to make her test his wrath again though. Reluctantly, she pulled the hand up that had begun to slide under the table seeking her hot pussy. She cast a guilty glance at the camera in the kitchen hoping he had not seen her.
Julia had never been one to deny herself sexual pleasure of any kind, when she was horny if there was not a dick to fuck or a pussy to suck on she simply took care of the job herself. This inability to seek personal satisfaction was incredibly frustrating, especially because she was aware of her naked submissive form every second she was crawling around in front of the myriad of cameras he had her hook up. That was the worst thing, she did all of this.
Julia had been the one to strip for him, put in the toy at her desk where he could see, masturbated for him until she'd had the hardest orgasm of her life; he hadn't done anything to her, really. She had even been the one to hook up the electrodes to her nipples and clit. There was no one she could go to, hell there was nowhere she could go period, without his approval, her Master.
Whoever he was. Well, if she couldn't leave she might as well apply herself to finding out what she could about him. Obviously, he had access to copious amounts of information about her all the way down to where she lived, he had a line on Darryl, and he could send interoffice memos, wherever he was in a visual line from where her desk used to be or at least camera line. Maybe she could figure out where the cameras transmitted. Julia poured over little scraps of information, pounded away at her keyboard and wracked her tired brain, but couldn't manage to come any closer to figuring out the truth about him.
Strictly: Cunt, I knew you were a silly whore but I didn't think you were stupid as well. A whole week and still you are no closer to figuring any of this out. I'm starting to believe you are enjoying this little game of ours hmm?
"Good Evening Sir, I really am trying."
Strictly: I know slut, but I do not think you're trying hard enough. Tomorrow at your work, our game will change again. I find I can only do so much from afar and you're certainly not trained well enough for my hand. Don't get me wrong pet watching you debase and humiliate yourself on camera for me is delightful... but only for so long., I certainly hope you enjoy your quiet evening.
Much to Julia's very private disappointment, he didn't speak with her again that night. Although, he hadn't given her permission to take out the vibrator neither did it spring to life? Julia, silly frustrated Julia lay in her bed, fighting the temptation to stick a finger or two inside her pussy, right alongside the still vibrator, maybe the punishment wouldn't be that bad...
Julia waited in her office, unable to focus on anything worthwhile. She knew by now he had her office wired with cameras as well, so she fought the urge to rock back and forth on the unmoving dildo inside her. A sharp knock on her door pulled her out of her private revelry, before Julia could answer it was opened and a tall slim brown-haired woman walked through, closing the door firmly behind her. Julia noticed with some alarm the attractive stranger then proceeded to lock the two of them in her office. Heart pounding in her chest Julia cleared her throat
"Can I help you Ms. ..." The woman remained unfazed, approaching Julia and perching on the edge of her desk gracefully. Her lean figure was enhanced by her trim red jacket and skirt. Her long sensuous legs, clad in silken stockings crossed primly at the ankle, her shoes were cruel looking black patent leather stilettos, sporting what was easily a six-inch heel. Her body practically oozed sex appeal from her black low cut scalloped top to the pointed toes of her shoes. When she finally spoke, it was in a throaty purr.
"For now Ms. Lori, will suffice. I am to act as your receptionist, but in this office, I am in charge. When you speak to me outside this office you will be respectful," she turned at this point facing Julia and leaning over in a position both seductive and threatening. "Understand?"
"Excuse me, but I -" Lori's hand shot out too fast for Julia to react, catching her across the face, and snapping her head to the side. Julia hadn't been slapped since she was a child, the slap stung slightly but it was more the way the woman had slapped her that brought tears to her eyes.
"Listen, what was it, oh yes, cock jockey," she smiled cruelly "the longer you argue with me the more bored and irritated I get, and you don't want me bored. Stand up and come around in front of me here so I can see what I've got to work with."
Julia felt a now familiar panic twist in her stomach as she rose on shaky legs. This Ms. Lori, her "receptionist", definitely wasn't who she appeared to be, he was playing with her again. Julia had made it one-step when Lori was suddenly in front of her, grabbing a handful of Julia's hair and shoving her face into the floor.
"Crawl Julia, He told you that already. Always on your knees in front of your betters, and I am that, trust me cunt. If I were Master, I would have you crawling around sucking the cock of every man in this building." The hand rubbing her face in the carpet was removed and by the time Julia had brought her head up Lori was once seated on her desk, waiting.
Julia crawled to the center of the room, shame curling in her belly, once there she was uncertain what to do and looked up at Lori questioningly.
"Well, you are a quick learner, I'll give you that. I'll allow you to stand up, so you can remove your clothes, after today you will cease wearing clothes that block my access to your body. If you don't know what that means, I'm talking about undergarments, skirts you can't spread your legs in, and various other items. Don't worry we'll go through your clothes and get rid of what doesn't work. Why are you still down there, strip you stupid bitch, then kneel back down with your knees spread, hands behind your neck."
Julia hastened to follow orders, quickly shucking her black skirt-suit and slinky bra and underwear. She resumed her position on the floor, sitting on her feet with her knees spread out exposing herself to Lori's critical eye. Approaching her slowly Lori reached out a nailed hand and gave a painful twist to her right nipple, then grabbed her hair and jerked her head back until Julia was looking up at her.
"I can see why He likes you. Now why don't you be a good girl and help me out of this skirt, you may use your mouth." Lori turned around and began unbuttoning her jacket, shrugging out of it quickly. Julia rose up on her knees until her face was level with Lori's ass, and zipper. She tentatively reached out her hands to steady herself before taking the small zipper between her teeth, and lowering it. This accomplished she leaned down to the hem and pulled it down with a few tugs of her mouth.
