Kristy Belle woke up on the floor of Master's office. At first, she slowly blinked and stretched, the previous experience still fresh in her mind.
Then it hit her. It was fuzzy, but she'd just sucked her boss' cock while the company's head of HR had ate out her pussy and played with her butt plug. And she was "dressed" in latex, with her tits hanging out, supported by a corset that was forcing her waist into an hourglass. And, despite a lack of pressure or any marks, her tits ached. To top it off, she wasn't Kristy Belle, she was Kristy Belle!
Suddenly, her mind was in an infinite feedback loop where she knew she wasn't Kristy Belle, but the only other option was that she was Kristy Belle. Then she realized why. Reaching out, she picked her glasses up off the floor.
She smiled as the sense of wrongness floated away in a pink cloud. She stood up and stretched. Then she ran her gloved hands through her long red hair to straighten it out and smoothed her pleated skirt enough for it to nominally cover her pussy and ass. She wanted to take care of the ache in her cunt, but she had work to do.
She was wondering what exactly what exactly the work was when Miss Simmons came in. Kristy didn't notice it, but Miss Simmons' normal imperiousness was slightly undermined by a red flush of embarrassment. "Ah, good, you're awake," the HR lady said. "Follow me."
As Miss Simmons strode away, Kristy hurried after, making sure to sway her hips in as professional a manner as possible. Falling a step behind her superior, she asked, "Was... was Master pleased with my performance?"
"Yes," Miss Simmons said, summoning an elevator. "He was very pleased."
A little thrill shot through Kristy, but it was cut short by something in Miss Simmons' tone. Worried, Kristy hesitantly asked, "...Were you not pleased with my performance, Miss Simmons?"
"No," Miss Simmons said, her face becoming even more red. "I have no complaints with your performance, Kristy."
The elevator dinged open after a long pause. Miss Simmons stepped in and Kristy followed. Miss Simmons pressed one of the buttons to the basement and the elevator began to head down. When they reached what seemed to be a sub-basement, Miss Simmons stepped out into some sort of service corridor, and, without a backwards glance, motioned for Kristy to follow.
Kristy did so and they quickly came to a small, padded room insufficiently lit by industrial fluorescent lights. There, in the center, was a sybian with two large dildos on it. A small metal pole with attached armbinders rose up behind. Kristy's mouth fell open, and her cunt began to flood. She didn't know how she knew, but this was The Real Thing.
Miss Simmons smirked at her reaction. "Please, Miss Belle," the HR lady said, "have a seat."
First, though, Kristy had to remove her plug. Using the sybian to steady herself, she bent over. Slowly, fighting her own sphincter, she pulled out the plug. She paused for a moment, gasping with the pleasure of the release and the effort of removing it. Instantly, she felt empty and wanted it back in.
Recognizing that there was something better right in front of her, she straddled the sybian, slowly easing herself onto the protrusions, moaning as she did so. When both her cunt and ass were properly filled, Miss Simmons began strapping her in.
First, Kristy's arms were secured in the armbinder. Then, chains were clipped on to the buckles of her corset. Finally, her thighs and ankles were strapped in. Kristy struggled against her bonds, not to escape them, but to enjoy the feeling of being restrained. She quickly realized she could really only roll her hips and turn her head. Even better was the mix of contempt and adoration on Miss Simmons' face.
"Now, now," the HR rep said, as Kristy struggled, "you'll need to stay put for just a bit more. No sense orgasming until the feed starts."
