Karen woke up in her bed to the sound of her alarm going off. Once again, she'd worn her garter, leggings, and boots to bed. Her fingers were jammed in her pussy, and there was something in her ass and something else in her mouth. She panicked. Something was wrong. She had to do something, she wasn't sure what. Panicking, she reached for something on her nightstand.
As she put on the glasses she'd gotten yesterday, two thoughts warred in her mind. The first was that she'd gotten them from Tim the office supply salesman so she could look more professional, and they would help her. The other was that they were dangerous in some way. Before she could analyze either thought, though, she'd put the glasses on. The metal contacts in the small black-framed hipster glasses instantly began pulsing in a calming manner. Focusing on the spirals in the glasses, she began to remember what happened last night.
She smiled under the ring gag as she remembered how good the training session felt now that she had all three of her fuckholes filled. As usual, she couldn't remember what she'd learned, just that she had learned it.
After savoring the vague memories, she stripped out of what remained of her clothes. Naked except for her glasses and plug, she attempted to walk to her bathroom. But as soon as she put her feet flat on the ground, she was struck by a sense of vertigo. Falling, her glasses flew off from her face. On her hands and knees, she was torn between two thoughts: this was either exactly what should happen or something was extremely wrong.
Despite part of her screaming at her not to do it, that they were dangerous, Karen reached for her glasses and put them back on. Once again, the metal circles buzzed. This, she thought as her mind fogged, was clarity. She now remembered. Part of being professional was not walking in heels under six inches. If she wasn't wearing heels, she should be crawling on her hands and knees.
After turning on the water and getting into the tub, she crawled in. Shoving her face against the porcelain as the warm water, she held her glasses against her face with one hand while the other attempted to remove the plug.
It was extremely difficult to say the least. The plug felt huge against her walls and her sensitive nipples were rubbing pleasantly against the grooved surface of the tub. Moaning and panting with need, she slowly pulled out the base.
"Yeah," she gasped breathily. "I'm... it's almost there. It's..." Suddenly, her fingers slipped off the base and the plug began sinking back into her hole. "Oh fuck. No... noooo..." Her fingers found purchase once again. "Yeah. Yeah! Oh fuck I'm so close. I'm so- ughughghguhhhhh..." As the plug popped out of her asshole, Karen shuddered and there was briefly another splash of liquid that wasn't from the shower. She slumped, the post-orgasmic bliss warming her.
"Oh..." she said after a while, then giggled. "I squirted! I've never done that before."
Kneeling, she reached up to grab the shower head, then she put it on massage. Returning to her original position, she then briefly douched herself. After that, she cleaned the rest of herself off. By the time she was done with her shower, the water had gone cold. Karen decided then that she'd need to change her morning routine a bit. This wasn't as efficient as it could be.
She dried herself off, sitting on the edge of the tub so as not to fall. Then, leaning on the sink so as not to lose her balance she began to brush her teeth.
Then she stopped.
There was something different about her mouth, specifically in the back of her throat. A small dot to be precise, like a third tonsil. As she strained her jaw to get a better look, she could feel new muscles in her throat tighten. She could feel her glasses start to reach the point where they couldn't control her unease anymore, so she decided to stop looking. Instead, she crawled back to her bedroom. There, she put on a new pair of latex stockings and garterbelt, and, while on the bed, she inserted the next size of plug.
It took a while, and Karen loved every second of the struggle. With her brain still fuzzy, she put on her boots and strutted back into the bathroom to brush her teeth. There, she discovered that the strange nub between her tonsils was very sensitive. It was all she could do not to stimulate it with her electric toothbrush.
Halfway through her makeup she suddenly realized the time. Cursing profusely, she threw on a black corset, a tight white silk blouse that was almost unbuttoned to her nipples, and a short black latex pleated skirt. Her work clothes on, she strutted as fast as she could to her car.
Karen arrived two hours late to find the HR manager glaring at her. "S-sorry I'm late, Miss Simmons," Karen stammered, the glasses not helping her composure this time. "I can-"
Miss Simmons cut her off. "With me, Kristy," she said, coldly. She turned and walked away.
Before the glasses crushed the thought, Karen briefly wondered why they were dressed so different. Yes, they were both wearing silk blouses and skirts, but Miss Simmons' skirt was below the knees. Even more striking, while Karen's skirt was latex, Miss Simmon's skirt was silk with some leather ruffling at the hem. And instead of wearing latex stockings and high-heeled boots, Miss Simmons wore pantyhose and court shoes with only a four-inch rise.
The destination, apparently, was the boss' office. "Position three," Miss Simmons commanded.
"Yes, ma'am," Karen said. She then leaned over her boss' desk, ass sticking out. It was like she had been doing this for years, but in the back of her mind, the part of her that her glasses couldn't stomp out, she wondered how she knew this.
"Good girl," Miss Simmons said from somewhere behind her. "Now, what is your name?"
"Karen Michaels, ma'am," Karen said.
She heard Miss Simmons sigh in response. "Master was right, I did advance too soon..." The HR woman cut herself off. Then, suddenly, Karen felt her skirt get lifted. "Hmmm..." Simmons said, tracing the outline of Karen's plug. Then she began to pull. When it was halfway out, Simmons tutted in disgust and let it sink back into Karen's hole. "You're only on the second one, Miss Belle."
Karen's face scrunched up in confusion. "Miss Belle? But I just-" There was a smack and Karen squeaked in a mix of shock, pain and arousal.
"Your name," Miss Simmons said coldly, "is what the company says it is."
In Karen's mind, the part of her that was still resisting was starting to win. The pernicious effects of the glasses couldn't keep up. Yet there was another part of her that enjoyed this, a part of her that wanted to be spanked again, that wished Miss Simmons would go further. All she could do was whine "Nooo..."
