She scooted her chair back, grabbed my hair and pulled me forcefully off the desktop. "N-no ma'am, I'm not c-c-creaming myself," I managed to force out, lying to her face. I blushed, nodded my head, all the while avoiding her gaze. "I bet you're creaming yourself right now, aren't you Pussy-girl?" She inspected the lock and then rubbed her hand along my welted thighs. There would be no way I could hide my sexual arousal from her, but I did as she asked, cringing as she smirked at my flushed breasts and hardened nipples. I need to inspect your friend to make sure you haven't tried to sneak one in." When I moved to her side of the desk, she slid her chair back and patted the desktop. But, there was nothing I could do about it, so I stripped, and laid my folded clothes on the chair. She had no idea of the sacrifice and how hard it was to bear this humiliation. She acted as if it what I was doing for her was nothing more than asking me to fill out a report. "I've got a report to give before lunch, but I need to relieve some stress first." "Good, hurry up, you know what you have to do," she said, without looking up. She went back to working on the paperwork on her desk. It was the sort of stuff a woman who doesn't mind putting out for a promotion would wear and evidentially it was the sort of stuff I would be wearing from now on. "That's the sort of stuff a professional woman with ambition should wear. It wasn't something I wore to work, but it was the only thing that didn't look completely stupid with the large gold earrings I was forced to wear. It was black turtleneck and a tight black skirt that went just above my knee. I spun around, modeling my outfit for her. "Turn around and let me see what you have on." "Wait," she said, spinning her finger in the air. I entered her office, closed and locked the door behind me, and started to disrobe. I blushed with humiliation at how I must look rushing to her office like a good little brown-noser. ![]() "Report to my office, Pussy-girl," Thandi said. My heart beat faster when I saw her extension flash on the phone. Just so I could get it over with and I could stop worrying about it.įinally it came. ![]() At first, I was dreading the call, but by 10:30, I wanted The Call. The Call was the key to my sexual release as well as my subjugation. The Call, that's what I referred to it as now. The whole time I worked, I worried about The Call. I worked at my desk, and tried to catch up on the work I missed, due to leaving early yesterday. I went to work with butterflies in my stomach. God, what was happening to me? I went to the bathroom to get ready, doing my best to hide the dark circles under my eyes and get dressed, complete with my new earrings. I awoke several times with images of Thandi and of servicing her. ![]() Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
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