She zoned out in the limo. For the short instances when she managed to pay attention, she was reminded of that first ride with Damien to his apartment that night. Every bump in the road then, she'd felt his cock in her sex. Every bump now, something massive and just as teasing reminded itself in her ass.
Years since that ride and she felt as naughty now as she did then. Her face flushing, she enjoyed the feeling of every little hole in the road. Especially the first part of the ride. Oh, the unexpected advantages of living in a bad neighborhood.
It was a short ride, or maybe she just didn't notice most of it, mellow as she was. As they entered the lobby, it felt familiar in some way. She shook her head, tried to find her focus, listened. She heard a receptionist answer the phone as they passed the desk, saying the company name. Oh! This was the place she'd hoped to work for!
The place felt very different now that she couldn't see. She would probably never have been able to figure out where she was without hearing that call. Her handler led her through the lobby, the two of them passing employees moving in the other direction. The workday over, people were going home. She had a feeling her labor was just starting.
The workers looked at her as they passed her, the sounds of the little silver bell she wore drawing their curiosity and attention. Emma blushed in her little chemise, hoping no one looked low and realized where the sound was coming from.
An elevator ride up later, and she was hustled into a salon of some sort. The hairdresser and a stylist were already there. They got her out of the negligee, then discussed her look as if she wasn't there. Ignored, she didn't worry about it, let them figure it out. She zoned out, sitting in the hairdressing chair. She came to from a pull at her leash, got up as directed.
She tried to get a sense of herself. Apparently, they'd decided to just do a more fancy ponytail and put her in strappy shoes. She tried to find her balance in the extreme heels. She wasn't able to quite manage it before her handler tugged at her leash, pulled her out the room. OK, so no dress then. In her docile, unthinking mood, she followed him, handcuffed and naked.
She woke up again from the elevator double ding as they reached the top floor. The door opened, and men in expensive suits and women wearing party dresses turned towards the sound. Emma's face burned as she was led naked and jingling through the cocktail party, the wealthy and powerful people around her paying her little heed, as they mingled and chatted.
But she could hear some comments. "Oh, who does she belong to?" "Look at that doll." "Such a beauty..." "Those intimate piercings!" "Look at those tits! She must have cost a fortune!" It made her very self-conscious. As if being naked at a party like this wouldn't do that on its own, she thought.
She was led to a man. With her limited awareness, she struggled to recognize him. She felt he was familiar.
"Oh, she's here?" she heard the man say, addressing her handler. "Put her over there, on the platform."
Hearing his voice, she realized, it was the obese CEO that had shook her hand during the interview! He was her new owner? Now she understood what Damien had meant when he said her degree had raised her price. The CEO would probably never had found out about her if she hadn't finished with the high grades that let her apply for this firm! And she'd thought it meant someone had bought her for her schooling!
A tug at her leash broke her revelry. Her handler took her to a little pedestal in the center of the room, had her step up on it. Then the stylist was suddenly there, next to her. Saying nothing, he pushed at the small of her back, making her arch her back and bend slightly over, pushing her ass out. She felt his hands on his chin, then on the insides of her thighs, guiding little touches, making her stand just so. Moving her hair to fall exactly right. Then he stepped back. Her handler let go of her leash, and she was suddenly alone in the black.
She tried not to whimper as the darkness closed on her, obediently did her best to stay in the position she'd been put in. She couldn't quite stop herself from quivering.
"Mmm, look at her trembling like a cornered doe! She looks lovely like that, don't you think? Displaying the jewel in her behind nicely," she heard her new owner say somewhere next to her.
Emma whimpered at learning her plug was fully on display. She clenched her ass around it, trying to hide it. Clenching around it flared her arousal. She moaned.
"She's pulling it in!" she heard in response. Embarrassed, she quickly tried to relax. The plug moved inside her again, teasing her heat even further. She couldn't help herself, she kept clenching. She could only imagine how it looked to the people watching her. The resulting arousal made her lose track of where she was for a moment. She clenched, let go. Clenched...
The platform she was on seemed to be spinning slowly, so she couldn't quite pinpoint her owner's position among all the other mingling people, even when he talked. Maybe he was moving in the room too. She lost his voice among the comments from the other guests.
Being put on a spinning platform like this made her feel as if she was a new supercar at an unveiling. Men were right now looking at her curves just the same way as when admiring an expensive car. Wanting to drive her. Well, she was more expensive than a car, that she knew.
She felt eager to be driven. Would take the turns tightly, anyway they wanted, really. She thought her owner could get her a red metallic catsuit, have her wear it next time he wanted to display her like this. Or maybe metallic body paint would be more fitting. She imagined a car styled little keyfob that controlled a vibrating egg in her pussy. She wondered how it would feel to have an egg like that competing for the space inside her, pressed against the massive plug on the other side of that wall...
"Put the frame with her diploma and the graduation photo there," she heard, "to the left, next to her. Yeah, just so."
Wait, they were displaying her diploma with her? Emma's face burned, as she realized how they were contrasting her current state with her credentials, to make obvious her fall. She was unable to hold the understanding for more than moments - the magic disrupted her concentration, put a wet blanket on her thoughts. When she came back, she was still blushing, could feel the heat of the embarrassment showing on her face, but she wasn't sure why.
She heard the CEO talk next to her.
