Author's notes: This is a work of fiction regarding consenting adults, group sex, sexual enslavement and other erotic things along those lines. If you do not like those topics please move along.
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There were days I'd certainly wore more into work than just a jacket and heels, but it didn't matter to me all that much this morning. I walked in as if I owned the pace, feeling my tits jiggle under my coat and tasting cum in my mouth. My inner slut was now definitely becoming my outer nature. As I closed my eyes on the elevator, I could feel the hands of Rupert's friends on my body. Stepping out of the elevator, the lights on the floor sprung to life. I quickly realized I was the only person on the floor. My brazenness poured forth as I started to undo my coat while walking toward the office. Barely ten feet from the elevator I was slipping it off my shoulders, proudly and confidently walking toward my office door wearing nothing but my heels and a beaming smile! There was just something deliciously decadent about being naked, and even more decadent about being naked at work. I was definitely going to savor an orgasm in my shower very soon!
"Well, well, well," I heard a chilling voice say from behind me, "aren't you quite a sight?"
Turning quickly, I pulled my coat in front of my body as Ms. Victoria approached wearing black dress pants and a cream blouse.
"Oh no," she scolded as she approached, "too late to cover up now, give me that!" She practically ripped the coat from my hands, leaving me standing in the aisle of cubicles totally exposed. "There, that's better," she said as she reached up with her right hand and cupped my let breast, "isn't it?"
"Yes, Ms. Victoria." I replied meekly.
All my bravado, my sluttish empowerment, had left my body completely. I now knew how a fish felt when it was pulled out of the water by a fisherman! There I was, dangling on a hook, with someone else in control of my life.
"Nick isn't in today," she smirked as she rubbed my nipple with her thumb, "and I've given my slut the day off." I swallowed hard at what I knew was coming next. "So, you'll be my slut for the day." Her finger and thumb now squeezed my hard nipple causing me to moan quietly. "Doesn't that sound fun?"
"Yes, Ms. Victoria." I answered with a mixture of fear and excitement.
"I'm assuming you were going to shower," she said looking me up and down, "and that Nick lays out something for you to wear each day."
"Yes, he does Ms." I swallowed hard at the thought of spending eight or more hours with her.
"Good," she continued as she released my nipple sending the blood rushing back to it, "I'll lay something out for you to put on, then you'll come to my office."
She didn't wait for an answer, she simply turned, taking my coat with her, leaving me there trembling. It took a few seconds for me to realize I could move. All but running to the office I ducked into the bathroom immediately feeling little relief in my finally being hidden as people started to arrive for their work day. Stepping into the shower, my thoughts of enjoying an orgasm or two were now long gone. Instead I rushed, not wanting to keep Ms. Victoria waiting. Showering and shaving as quickly as possible, I stepped out of the shower only to come almost face to face with her again.
"I've left you clothing and instructions on Nick's desk," she had the wickedest of grins on her face, "don't keep me waiting and don't deviate from my instructions."
Before I could answer she was gone again. Quickly drying and moisturizing I did my hair and makeup before walking to Nick's desk which would reveal my fate. My stomach sank as I looked over what she had laid out and read her note. Knowing I had zero choice in the matter I started to get ready. Pulling my hair back, I took the hair tie she'd left, putting it on my wrist so I could put my hair in a pony tail. The hair tie had two pale pink fuzzy pompoms on it which made it look like it was made for a pre-teen and certainly not an office setting. Next, I put on the black stockings, one had a Cuban heel and seam while the other was plain black. Stepping into the heels, a navy blue one for my right foot and a black patent for my left, I quickly discovered they were also two different heights.
"Well this will be fun." I whispered to myself as I took a step and had to regain my balance.
The next item was a red leather pencil skirt which felt one size too small. Before attempting the zipper, I pulled on the fuchsia blouse which was missing the top two buttons leaving the first button just below my breasts. It was then I noticed a delicate necklace which had two small clips dangling from it as well as a small Bluetooth earbud, which I put in my right hear.
"How do you feel slut?" I heard Ms. Victoria ask in my ear.
"A bit silly Ms. Victoria." I replied sheepishly.
"Well I will give you two options then," her tone was condescending at best, "you can come to my office in the clothing I left out for you, or you can come to my office in what you had on when I found you this morning!"
"I would rather not go to your office naked Goddess." I replied with a gulp.
"I thought as much," I could hear her chuckle before she continued, "those are nip clips, let's give those hard nipples of yours a nice pinch."
"Yes Goddess." I replied unbuttoning the blouse and attaching the snug fitting clips.
After readjusting the thin blouse, the clips put my nipples on prominent display. Sucking in my stomach I zipped the pencil skirt behind my back. Not only would my steps be awkward with the mismatched heel heights but the skirt would also limit my steps.
"I bet that skirt will be tough to walk in," she said tauntingly, "too bad the elevator is off limits!" My stomach sank so much I believed the skirt was the only reason it didn't fall out. "Walk to the opposite stairwell," she instructed, "you know, the one you went to last week when you were sneaking around the building naked, then down to my office."
"Yes, Goddess Victoria." I said taking as deep a breath as possible to steady myself.
My steps were barely a foot as the skirt limited the movement of my thighs. The looks I got were a combination of humor, disgust and the occasional leer of a male coworker watching my nips rub against the inside of the blouse. I could hear the occasional comment of disapproval at not only my clothing choices but the tightness of the skirt I had on as well. I looked like I'd been dressed by a color-blind pervert. Finally making it to the stairwell, I realized it was not quite the relief I was hoping. The skirt also made descending the steps a bit difficult as well, it required me to hold the railing for dear life and "hop" the last inch or so of each step. All the while I could hear Goddess Victoria enjoying the entire endeavor. As I reached her floor, which was thankfully only one flight down, she changed plans.
"Actually slut," she said unable to contain her glee, "go to the mailroom, there's a package there I need you to get."
"Yes Goddess." I replied cursing the fact I had to hobble down two more flights of stairs.
My descent seemed to take forever. Each step was a new and painful reminder not only that my skirt and heels were not ideal for much of anything but also that there were a pair of clips attached to each nipple. Each tug downward caused them to also rub against the blouse to the point they were on fire and aching. I could feel perspiration on my torso as I finally stepped into the mailroom.
"Um, hi," said the very confused man behind the counter, "can I help you?"
He gave me a look as if I were having some type of medical emergency, and how could I blame him? I was dressed in an outlandish outfit and obviously perspiring.
"Yes, I'm here to get a package for Ms. Victoria," I blushed at my words, "I mean Victoria."
"No problem." He replied looking me up and down again.