Amber was in the dark, standing in the locked supply closet at her office. She had been put here once a week for the last several months, as it was Friday, her day of being the office slut.
She imagined office sluts at most work places had it very differently, because Amber worked at a Woman's advertising agency, a place where almost 100% of the employees were women.
Since she had been turned into the office slut things in her life had changed greatly, but fridays were the worst days for her. It had been decreed that she could manage her workload perfectly well on the other 4 days of the week, and she had been put on "secondment" for fridays, 8 - 4, she was available to all as the office slut.
So here she stood in the dark, her arms behind her back and handcuffed to stop her moving, her leather neck collar fastened securely to a leash that was hooked onto a bracket on the back wall. Even if the door had been unlocked she wouldn't have been able to get out.
Worst of all was her ballgag, securely strapped around her head forcing her jaw wide around the firm rubber of the red ball.
Today she had been told to dress in her slutty school girl outfit, on fridays she had no choice over her outfit anymore, and the rest of the week there were strict rules to follow too. The main one was no underwear, which wasn't always a problem with her work outfits, but the slutty schoolgirl outfit had a short skirt that didn't even cover her firm, round bum. The cloth of the skirt hung off her backside but if she moved her puffy pussy lips were visible to anyone looking from behind.
Luckily Claire, her boss and tormentor, had agreed to drive her in on fridays to avoid her having to take public transportation (her car keys had been taken away to ensure she was always at the beck and call of the girls who were in charge of her servitude).
It felt like forever ago she had been locked away in the cupboard, after Claire had led her into the office to the cat calls and jeers of the office staff. Claire had given her usual instruction to them that Amber was to live in the closet until she was needed, appointments were booked for Amber's services just like one of the meeting rooms, or the Company Pool cars, through a calendar on the office computer labelled "Amber the Slut".
It seemed no one had booked her yet, but she had been promised a morning meeting on the way in where Claire wanted her "on her best behaviour".
Amber clenched and unclenched her mouth around the gag, her drool dripping down her chin uncontrollably, laying wet splotches on her white shirt, which was tied up at the waist and open to show off her ample cleavage.
Amber had always liked her round boobs, a little more than a handful and perky to boot. Claire often threatened to have her nipples pierced, or to get her a boob job, she would make these promises and laugh with the others, Amber wasn't sure how serious she was about that