Working Late Pt 03

This is Part Three of a series called Working Late, so check out Parts One and Two before you read this and hopefully you'll get more out of the story as a whole. Thanks in advance for your constructive comments. I'm new at this and finding my way so I'm grateful for the positive response and the helpful feedback. Enjoy my fellow filthy-minded Literati!

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"Now let's see what we can do to reward you for such good behavior," he says.

I feel a sense of excitement at his words. I'm so turned on despite myself by his rough and dominating treatment of me and I really want to cum. I can feel the juices from my sopping wet pussy dripping down my thighs and I know it wouldn't take a lot to push me over the edge. I wonder, with a mix of fear and excitement, what Sam has planned for me.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says, grabbing me by the hair and leading me, still on all fours, towards the door.

"I can't go out into the office. There might still be people working. Are you crazy?" I say desperately. But it's like he hasn't heard me at all. It doesn't slow the march towards the door and trying to pull against him hurts too much due to his firm grip on my hair. We come to the door of my office and I'm relieved to see the lights outside are out as we pass through and into the corridor heading for the bathrooms. I feel deeply ashamed to be in this situation. Walking on all fours, being led by my hair, with a butt plug embedded in my ass, my wet cunt on full display and my tits swaying freely as I walk. I begin to think again about the photos that led me to be in this position and whether it wouldn't be better to just give in and let Sam do what he wants with them. It doesn't feel like he's going to let me off the hook anytime soon and if I'm seen like this by anyone, that could be just as bad.

My mind begins to re-run the night six months ago when the photos that Sam is in the process of blackmailing me with, were taken. I had been chatting to a guy I met on an erotic fiction site for a few months. We'd exchanged no end of filthy and intimate fantasies. I'd disclosed my exhibitionist tendencies. I'd told him that sometimes I like to flash strangers by bending over deliberately, whilst wearing a short skirt, or leaning forward to let waiters get a look at my tits. I'd also told him about my darkest nonconsent fantasy of being kidnapped and forced to masturbate and cum in front of strangers. It was something I'd never want to do it in real life of course. It was just a crazy fantasy. Part of the reason the nonconsent stuff turned me on was the fact that someone else was forcing me to do something I wouldn't normally agree to. It wasn't

my

choice. However, fantasies are just arousing distractions. No one takes them seriously. Or so I'd thought. The guy, known to me as Dom_M, had asked me lots of questions and encouraged me to elaborate and add as much detail as I could about this fantasy whilst I masturbated live on screen with him. He seemed to understand my kinky and hidden, private side, more than anyone I'd ever met. Neither of us showed our faces of course, so I only knew him as Dom_M and he knew me as my screen name Minx_80.

Dom_M had suggested meeting up at a popular bar and I remember my attitude being

What's the worst that could happen?

I hoped he would turn out to be as sexy and intelligent in real life as he seemed online. My stomach had been in knots when I'd turned up at the bar, but there had been no sign of him. I'd taken a seat at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic, nervously looking around for someone matching his description to arrive.

I was on my second round of drinks when I he'd sent a text saying that he was running late at work and my third drink by the time he'd sent another saying he was on his way and apologising for making me wait. By that time, I was feeling pretty buzzed from the alcohol on an empty stomach and a bit pissed off. This wasn't going to plan at all. I headed to the washroom, which was outside and down a dimly lit corridor that connected the three trendy bar/restaurants in the complex together. As I walked, a little unsteadily, down the walkway, I felt footsteps behind me and started to walk faster. Suddenly I was forced against the wall. A hand came down over my mouth and nose. I smelled a sweet, strong odour, and saw a shadowy figure standing directly in front of me with piercing blue eyes. I started to cry out for help but the world, and the figure, faded away.

I woke up with a start, thinking I was dreaming as I often did after one of my online sessions with Dom_M when we pretended these types of scenarios. But this was real. My arms were tied behind me and my feet were restrained together at the ankles as I lay on my side. I felt a cool breeze on my thighs and ass and realised with panic that my panties had been removed. Looking awkwardly down at my chest, I could see the clear outline of my erect nipples, confirming that my bra had also vanished, leaving me in just a thin silk top and short skirt. I began to struggle and cry out past the gag that was stopping my shouts, when I heard a soft, familiar voice saying, "Hello Sara". I'd turned to see the man who was holding me captive and recognised Dom_M from his online video chats although now I could also see his face. I was pleased to see that he was attractive, with light brown hair, blue eyes and a sensual mouth pulled into a warm, bemused smile. He pulled the gag from my mouth to allow me to speak.

"What are you doing to me?" I protested, "you can't just kidnap me, you lunatic!"

"I'm giving you what you wanted Sara. You told me all about your fantasies and how you wished they'd come true. Well here you go. One of your fantasies was to be abducted by someone and forced to submit against your will. So, you're welcome!" he said, with an amused smile.

"I didn't mean it! Those were just fantasies," I retorted crossly. "This is criminal. Let me go immediately or..." I had no idea or what. I didn't really have any idea where I was or how to get free.

"So you don't want me to help you fulfil another fantasy of yours?" he asked quietly, "I have it all set up and ready for you." As he spoke he came over and slid one hand up my inside thigh to the moistness gathering in my pussy. Finding the evidence of my arousal, he raised an eyebrow, then slowly and deliberately licked his fingers, tasting me. The action made my stomach do somersaults, it was so erotic. Despite myself I admitted that I was feeling incredibly, unbelievably, turned on by the situation and my predicament. This

was

my fantasy come to life.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself so far," he added. "What's the problem? Don't you trust me? You seemed happy enough to tell me your deepest, darkest fantasies online." His smooth voice was almost hypnotic, and I gazed into his blue eyes which seemed to be willing me to accept my fate.

"No! No, I want you to let me go please," I tried to sound firmer than I really felt. But in reality I wasn't sure I wanted this to end.

He ignored my words anyway and returned his hand to my thigh, before beginning to move his fingers in leisurely circles up my inner thigh, heading slowly up to the heat of my pussy. Brushing my lips gently, teasingly, he bypassed them, and headed back down the other thigh. My pussy was aching for his touch after that first teasing touch and the slow exploration was heating my flesh and making my nipples and clit erect with need. As he reached my pussy again he slid one finger up my slit from bottom to top just missing my clit, but it was enough to make me groan out loud.

"You don't even know what I have in mind. Why would you say no so quickly?" he'd asked then, his voice low and intent.

"Well, what did you have in mind?" I asked unsteadily as his fingers slid once more down my wet pussy, just barely grazing my clit. I was starting to feel the need build up and I couldn't help but push my pussy towards his hand when he lightly touched it again. My thoughts were becoming entirely focussed on my need to cum. For relief from the aching in my core.

"Well, let me ask you this. How would you like to cum right now?" he'd spoken the words as he tapped gently on my clit, sending a convulsion shuddering through me. "Wouldn't you like to be able to stroke this needy pussy until you cum for me, little one?"

"Yes, I'd like that," I said with a trembling voice, "but what's the catch?"

"What's the catch? Well let's just say that you will be making a group of people very happy if you do," he'd responded mysteriously.

As the implications of what he was suggesting sunk in, my eyes widened in horror. "I'm NOT masturbating in front of other people," I cried out. "I can't do that. I won't! I don't care what you do."

"Okay," he said smiling, "it's your choice. Of course, I can't force you to do anything. But I'll give you some time to think my proposal over." With those words he'd produced a small bag from behind him and proceeded to take a blindfold, an egg-shaped item and some clips from it. The blindfold went quickly over my eyes blocking out the light and the gag was replaced in my mouth. Next, I felt something being inserted in my wet pussy before a low vibration started to emanate from it, making me jump. He exposed my clit and attached something there too. I felt a firm pressure on my clit and then a slight vibration, barely registering as more than a tickle. Next, he lifted my top and began playing with my erect nipples, stroking and toying with them, licking and sucking them, before beginning to twist and pull them. Knowing, from what I'd told him, how sensitive my nipples are, I hoped he might be planning to help me cum like that.

Certainly, my arousal sky rocketed with his teasing of my sensitive nipples. Then, just as I was starting to really relax into the ecstasy of his ministrations I felt a sharp pain in my left nipple and the pinch of a nipple clamp. The pain was intense and making my eyes water. I tried to protest but the gag prevented me from making much noise and the right nipple got the same treatment. The throbbing pain helped to block out the aching in my pussy and clit for a while but then the vibrating egg's intensity was increased and the tickle on my clit turned to vibrations which immediately began to send the pleasure radiating through me. I could feel an orgasm building with relief. I needed it. By then I was feeling slick with need, achy and tense. The orgasm continued to build, and my stomach tensed, my thighs pressing together. Just as I felt myself going over the edge, the vibrations ceased, and the orgasm was halted.

"Argghh!" I had tried to shout through my gag to him to let him know that the vibrator had stopped, but there was no reply. I thrashed about hoping to restart the vibrations but to no avail. After about 30 seconds, as I started to calm down, the vibrations started again. Again, I was quickly swept up towards an orgasm. Quicker this time as I was already primed. And again, the sensations ceased just before I could cum. A horrible realisation dawned on me that this was all part of Dom_M's plan, and something we'd

practised

during our sessions, where he'd get me to edge myself for hours before allowing me to cum. Making me crazy with need. It was during those sessions that he'd managed to get me to send him the more explicit videos and tell him my deepest, darkest desires. I remember, I would have done just about anything to cum. It became clear to me then, lying there on the floor, that this was his ploy to get me so needy that I would agree to his offer to masturbate in front of strangers. Well he was going to be disappointed I told myself. I am a strong person, I don't need to cum that badly.

I have no idea how long he had edged me again and again but by the time Dom_M spoke to me again I was incoherently begging for him to let me cum. Sobbing with the need that had built up and the pain in my sensitive nipples. My resolve was gone. All I could focus on was my aching clit and the built up need to orgasm and wound up tight like a coiled spring.

"It's okay. Ssh Ssh. I'll let you cum, it's fine," he'd whispered in my ear. He'd lifted me up, still blindfolded and helped me onto a chair where he untied my feet and put them onto raised pedestals effectively spreading my legs and displaying my pussy. I felt him restrain them again in place, but my attention was on the fact that he'd untied my hands and they were free to move again.

"You've done very well," he whispered again, close to my ear "you can play now. Just remember to ask me if you can cum when you get close."

The relief at his words was instant and without asking for clarification or much more thought, I began stroking my throbbing, sensitive clit and plunging my fingers into my wet pussy. I grabbed the egg and used that to fuck my gaping wet hole, desperately trying to get to the edge before he changed his mind. Even without the vibrations, I could feel myself getting close, the waves of need picking up speed as I motored quickly towards that elusive orgasm. I was dimly aware of a clicking sound and in the back of my mind, I wondered what Dom_M was doing but I was too caught up in the pursuit of my orgasm. As I teetered on the edge, he suddenly removed the nipple clamps from my nipples and the rush of pain in my sensitive buds threw me over the edge.

"Please can I cum," I all but shouted at him.

"Yes, you may," was his reply, and I felt the orgasm crash over me. At the same time, he pulled the blindfold away from my eyes. Blinking, as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw a group of men and women, watching me quietly from a few feet away. Most of the men had their cocks in hand and one woman had her hand up her skirt and inside her panties. A couple of them were playing with one another. My stomach dropped at the realisation that I had been, and still was, putting on a show for these strangers, but it was too late, the long-overdue orgasm had taken hold making me scream with the intensity of it. Shaking and crying out as my pussy pulsed and my stomach clenched. It seemed to go on for a long time, maybe spurred on by the eroticism of the situation. When I stilled and felt my body relax, I opened my eyes again in shame to see the group still watching me intently. Most of them engaged in sexual acts with each other or themselves.

I looked over at Dom_M, who said "Smile little one, you did great. Good girl" as he took yet another photo of my cum-soaked and bedraggled state.

That had been six months ago. I'd tried everything to get those photos from him after that night. Begging, offering money, sexual favours, anything but he'd refused. In the end I'd blocked him online trying to erase the memories of that night from my mind. But now, here was Sam with the photos and here I was in another situation which felt like there was no way out of.

I am wrenched back to the present by Sam's pull on my hair, as we reach the executive bathroom. He opens the door and pushes me inside by pressing on the butt plug buried deep in my ass. I continue my swaying uncomfortable progress through the door, and wonder briefly how Sam might know Dom_M. He must do in order to have access to the photos. However, my thoughts are interrupted by what I see as the light in the bathroom comes on. Standing before me, with a satisfied smile on his face is Dom_M.

"Hello Little One," he says, "I see you've been having fun with my friend Sam?"