Work has been stressful for me these last few weeks. My boss is giving me grief, and the people working in the office under me seem to be even more moronic than usual. I have had to work late every night this week already, today is Friday and I'm hoping that tonight won't be another late work night.
I have been coming home so late and tired this week every night that I just collapse into bed and fall straight asleep. Sir has been asleep by the time I come home and I have to leave so early back to work that I move very quietly in order not to wake him up. So on top of being frustrated with work, I am frustrated sexually as well. I feel really grumpy and ready to kill, but as office-manager I have to set the right example for the other people working there, which means I have to behave and pretend all is fine.
At 10 o'clock I receive a text message from Sir. It is very short and to the point; "Go to the bathroom, take your panties off". My breath hitches and my face flushes. Sir has played these games with me before, but always during the weekend, never at work. I don't dare not to do as he instructs me though, so I go to the bathroom and take my panties off. I am wearing black dress pants, a colour I am very happy with right now because I already feel myself getting wet. I so badly want to rub myself to a quick orgasm to take the burn off, but I know I am not allowed without Sir's express permission.
For once I am happy that it is winter and I am wearing a thick sweater. My nipples are already hard with excitement and clearly showing through my bra. Luckily my sweater hides them from the other people in the office. I walk back into the office, my panties in my bag. I can feel the seam of my pants rubbing on my pussy, turning me on even more. I walk back to the far corner of the office where my desk is located, having to walk past the 6 other people. After sitting down I send a text message to Sir informing him that I have done as he said.
I spend the next hour trying to sit still and not rub my aching pussy on the seam of my pants, I am horny enough to fuck the armrest of my chair if only I were alone in the office!
At 11 o'clock a messenger enters the office with a small parcel. Surprisingly it is addressed to me personally. I sometimes have things I order over the internet delivered to the office, but I haven't ordered anything for a while. I open the package and turn flaming red as I see what it holds. I am happy with my desk in the corner away from the others and duck down to hide my red head behind my computer screen. I take some deep breaths to calm my heart rate and to get my breathing under control. There is a note with instructions enclosed in the parcel and as directed I once again make my way to the bathroom, clutching the parcel.
I sit down in the stall and retrieve the butt plug and small bottle of lubricant from the cardboard box. The plug is about 3.5 inches long and about 1 inch wide. It is a size I can quite easily take, as both Sir and I know. It has a flared end that will prevent the plug from going too deep, but as I look at it I start worrying if the end won't stick out too much to be comfortable to sit on. I have worn butt plugs before, but always standing or lying down. I realise I have been sitting for almost 5 minutes already staring at the plug and I can't put it off any longer.
I coat the plug with lubricant, try to relax and push the plug into my anus. I have to push past the first resistance. It is very difficult to relax my muscles sitting in a public restroom, inserting a sex toy. When I have the plug halfway in, somebody enters and goes to the stall next to me. My muscles involuntary clench and I can't get the plug in any further. I sit there with the plug halfway in, my hand on it to make sure it doesn't come out until the woman in the stall next to me leaves. Only then do I realise I have been holding my breath. I let my breath out and push the plug all the way in.
By this time I have been in the toilet for a good 10 minutes so I quickly get up, wash my hands and go back to my desk. I get some stares as I walk through the office, I guess I'm walking a bit stiffly...
I gingerly sit down on my chair and realise I was right about the plug sticking out a bit. Every movement I make causes the plug to wriggle around in me. I send Sir a text message as I was instructed to do. Just when I found the most comfortable position to sit in, scooting my butt quite far down to avoid direct pressure on the plug, my boss calls me into his office. I mentally sigh, get up and walk to his office. I can feel the plug moving around in me, filling me up and feel the seam of my pants rub my pussy.
My boss wants to discuss one of the customers and tells me to sit down in the chair across from his desk. I start panicking; there is no way I can sit down normally, but it would be rude to stay standing. I smile at my boss and gingerly ease down on my left butt cheek, trying to keep the pressure off the centre of my ass. I try to keep my mind on the conversation, but all I want to do is scream. My boss notices that I am tense and uncomfortable and asks me if I'm ok. I quickly make up a story about being pre-occupied with an account I was busy with, but I don't know if he believes it completely.
After 10 long, torturous minutes (which feel like 10 hours) I finally manage to escape and make my way back to my own desk.
I am so tempted to go to the bathroom and masturbate to a quick release, but I know Sir would be very disappointed with me if I did.
At 12 o'clock another messenger enters the office. I am not surprised when it turns out to be another parcel for me. I really don't know why Sir wants to torture me so much! I don't even bother opening the parcel at my desk anymore and go straight to the bathroom. One of my female colleagues asks me if I'm ok because I am spending so much time in the bathroom. I make up a quick lie that I have my period, and this seems to satisfy her.