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PART 3
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He was going to do it to her at work.
"Please," Jaclyn begged in a whisper to the voice only she could hear. "Please, don't make me do it at work."
But she knew there would be no mercy.
The voice of her owner spoke in her ear. "Why don't we play a little game, Jaclyn?"
She flinched, knowing what she was about to hear - and a moment later, she heard it, her trigger phrase: "White Pineapple".
It was the gift of a vengeful ex-boyfriend - a hypnotic backdoor that made her obey. A week ago, a stranger had shown up a party, and demonstrated to her exactly how well the phrase worked. When she heard the words "white pineapple", Jaclyn had no choice but to do what she was told.
Now, a week later, she was required to wear a small earpiece, so that the man who controlled her - whose name she didn't even know - could whisper his commands day and night.
On the night when they first met, Jaclyn's owner had threatened to make her masturbate in front of her manager at work. In an act of rebellion, Jaclyn had immediately phoned work and taken a week of leave, postponing her humiliation, hoping her owner would grow bored of her.
But her owner had not grown bored, and he liked games. He liked to give Jaclyn choices. He enjoyed making her choose her own degradation. And it seemed like he was in a mood to toy with her today. Jaclyn's leave had expired, and she was due back at work.
"If you can hear me and you're a slut, say, 'Yes, sir'," said the voice in her ear.
Jaclyn knew she *was* a slut - she always got so wet from the humiliating things he made her do - so she had no choice but to say, "Yes, sir."
"Good girl," said her owner. "Here's the game we're going to play. I'm going to give you ten choices today. Each time, you're going to choose one of the options I give you. If you still have your job at the end of the day, I won't make you humiliate yourself at work again unless you change your job or become unemployed."
"Okay," said Jaclyn. As if she had any choice but to obey. She felt some relief at the idea that there was a *chance* of keeping her job.
"Good girl," her owner said. "Now, go to work. Once you're at your desk, set up the little camera I gave you, so I can see you. You'll hear from me again once it's in position."
Jaclyn worked as a claims assessor at an insurance agency. She dressed professionally, and was used to receiving respect from her co-workers. She'd been dreading the work that must hace accumulated while she was on leave, and indeed, when when she arrived at her desk in the open-plan office, there were already a stack of files waiting for her.
She greeted her co-workers with somewhat nervous smiles, explaining vaguely that she'd been unwell last week, and accepting their sympathies. Once they had returned to their own tastks, Jaclyn put her handbag on the ground, sat at her desk, and clipped the camera her owner had mailed to her to the top of her cubicle, where it would have a good view of her - specifically, it looked down towards her cleavage and her lap..
Immediately, she heard her owner in her ear. "Good girl," he said. "A good start to a productive day at work, I'm sure. And now it's time for your first choice."
Jaclyn tensed. She knew she wasn't going to like this.
"Take off your panties, or your bra," said the voice. "Right here at your desk."
Jaclyn blushed. She should have known this was coming. Her owner's very first commands to her, a week ago, had involved exposing her body. But it didn't mean she liked it.
She thought quickly. She knew if she didn't choose, her owner would make her do both. Normally her bra might be less embarrassing to remove, but she was wearing a white shirt. Without a bra, her nipples would be clearly visible through the fabric. Whereas her skirt was thick and opaque...
Looking around nervously again, she lifted her ass from the seat, put her hands under her skirt, and quickly pulled her panties down her legs and off. It felt weird and slutty to not be wearing underwear at work.
"Good girl," said her owner. "I knew you wouldn't hesitate to bare your cunt, because that's the kind of girl you are. Does having a bare cunt at work make you wet, Jaclyn?"
"Yes," she whispered, humiliated, because it was true.
"Second choice," said her owner. "Sluts need to show the world that they're sluts. Either you can put your panties on your desk, in a visible place,and leave them there all day - or play with that bare slutty pussy of yours right now, at your desk, for five minutes, and don't stop no matter what."
She breathed deeply. She thought about her options. There was no way, she thought, that she could masturbate for five minutes without getting caught. It might be that no one would look at her for five minutes, if she was lucky, but she felt sure that pulling up her skirt - or the arm movement necessary to play with herself - would draw attention.
Blushing bright red, she took her panties and put them on her desk, laying them flat to the side of the pile of files. They were black and lacy.
"Good girl," said her owner again. "Now, why don't you get some work done?"
She blushed, and tried to work.
Over the next hour, several of her co-workers walked past. Most of them saw her panties. They looked at the panties, then looked at Jaclyn. She blushed deeper, and avoided eye contact. She heard whispered conversations at times from the break room, and felt sure they were about her - about her panty-less cunt.
Only one person asked her about them. Geoff from HR stopped by, looked at the panties, and said, "Everything okay, Jaclyn?"
Her owner hadn't told her she needed to tell the truth. But what else could she say?
"I'm fine," she mumbled.
"Are these yours?" he asked, pointing at the panties.
"Yes," Jaclyn said, blushing bright red.
"Are you wearing any panties right now?" he asked, his eyebrows going up.
"No," said Jaclyn, even redder.
