Miss Davis stood beside me taking dictation, legs quite wide apart. She stood in this posture because it allowed me to idly finger her ever wet cunt as I dictated. The dress code I had specified for my new office slut meant that she never wore panties and always wore a short skirt and stockings.
Rather than distracting me, I found this activity helped me focus on the matter at hand. My slut was not distracted, not now any way. Early in her employment I had slid a thumb into her arse, to add to the 3 fingers already in her pussy - and she had orgasmed instantly. As a result she then needed me to repeat the last line of the letter we had been working on. Six harsh strokes of the cane had been her punishment and she had never made the same mistake again. I liked that about the girl. She rarely made mistakes and never made the same one twice. In one way it was a pity. I had to be inventive to find things that deserved punishment. But she never complained when I had to be very picky in order to find some misdemeanour that required me to turn her lovely white arse pink, then red, with hand or cane or paddle.
I reached the end of the letter and withdrew my fingers from her cunt, causing a delicious slurping noise as I did so. My cock hardened as she bent to lasciviously lick my fingers clean. Without a word I pushed my chair back from my desk at the same time as I unbuttoned my trousers. I moved her in front of me, facing away, and hitched her skirt up around her hips, then pulled her down towards my cock. After a moment's indecision I positioned the head of my cock against her arse and, knowing what was expected, she lowered her self onto my prick with a deep sigh of satisfaction. She began to move up and down and I relished the effect the butt plugs were having on her arsehole. Each week, since she had started working for me, I had required her to wear a slightly bigger plug for a few hours each day. Now even the largest cock slid into her arse with ease, but it was still exquisitely tight. I could feel the muscles in her sphincter squeezing on my prick, a conscious action I had carefully schooled her in.
The phone on my desk rang and I nearly shouted in frustration. But without pausing in her regular rise and fall she answered it, still fucking her arse onto my cock.
'Mr Bell's office, may I help you?' she said, voice steady and completely professional. 'I am afraid Mr Bell is very busy at the moment, may I take a message?' she continued after a pause. I placed my hands under her gorgeous buttocks and stilled her motion for a second, the tip of my cock still just in her arse. I shifted my hands to grasp her hips and then pulled her down hard onto my cock, filling her arse with cock until my balls were squashed up against her.
'Yeeeeesssss.......Mr Forres. I will make sure he gets your message.' She said, her voice giving almost no hint of what she was doing, or having done to her. As soon as she hung up I stood, my cock still in her and pushed her face down on my desk. Without a pause I started to fuck in to her ruthlessly, forcing a grunt from her with each thrust. It wasn't long before her lovely arse milked a satisfying orgasm from me and I felt my cum flood into the depths of her bowels.
My slut knew better than to move without instructions. I sat back in my chair, buttoning my trousers, watching my sperm start leaking from her anus and trickle down over her wet cunt lips. When I had tidied myself up I instructed her to stand and dress. When she tugged her skirt down and put her blouse back on she cleaned up any mess we had left on the desk, then stood awaiting instruction. She already knew that, whilst she cleaned my desk or carpet after being used, she didn't clean herself in the same way. I liked the idea that my cum would leak out of her whilst she worked, staining her clothes, drying on her skin. I liked that the evidence of her sluttiness would be obvious to everyone in the office. I think she also liked the idea, judging from the hardness of her nipples. I felt my cock start to harden again when I saw them standing out hard and enticing under the thin silk of her blouse. The sight reminded me of an important appointment we both had.
'Get those letters typed up and returned to me after lunch.' I ordered. 'Bring them to me then for review.' After a pause I continued. 'Then at 5.00pm I want you to return to this office. At that time we will continue with some of your "modifications"'
In her eyes I saw interest and curiosity, not the fear that might have been expected. After her first month, following her first 'pay day' experience I had sent Davina to a clinic to have her pubic hair permanently removed by laser treatment. Her pussy would now be hairless, naked and exposed the way I liked it, for all time. The moment was right to proceed with the next modifications, part of a process that would mould her into my perfect slut.
When she returned promptly at two she entered my office with her eyes downcast, as inclination and training dictated. But I saw her risk a glance at the man in my office as she closed the door. This was hardly surprising as Jezza was an imposing presence. That was before the leather trousers and sleeveless denim jacket made him stand out in the business environment of my office. Six foot and four inches tall, his shaved bald head was covered with the tattooed blue quarters and white cross of a Saltire. This was just the start of his body art. Intricate and beautifully inked designs covered his torso, exposed by his jacket. A Chinese dragon covered his chest and its tail wrapped around his waist before the end disappeared into the waistband of his tight trousers. Piercings protruded from almost every visible part of his body, eyebrow, septum, lip, even a rod through the bridge of his nose.
Without introduction I ordered Davina, 'Strip to your stockings and sit in my chair.'
I was curious to see how she would react in this situation and wasn't going to do anything to reassure her. In fact, in these circumstances, I wasn't sure that I would be able to do so.
As she obeyed my orders Jezza opened up a large tool box that sat on my desk and pulled on thin, blue latex gloves. Once Davina was in the chair I casually said to the tall man.
'Just the nipples and labia today. I think we'll leave the clit for another day.'
Out of the corner of my eye I watched for her reaction and was gratified to see shock and fear in her face. Then I was further gratified when I saw those emotions disappear, replaced with a look of what can only be described as determination. Whatever was asked, she was prepared to obey.
Behind her back Jezza took out a syringe and filled it with what I knew to be local anaesthetic. Gently he grasped the girl's breast. It was only at the last minute that she saw the needle and, whilst she gasped slightly, she didn't pull away. She bit her bottom lip when the needle slid in and closed her eyes, but she did not cry out. By keeping her eyes closed she didn't see the process repeated with the other breast and only the tiniest flinch showed that she felt it.
