The Descent
Part 3 - The Office
She was just stepping out of the shower when the doorbell rang. Damn that
postman she thought. Wrapping a robe around herself, she made her way to the
door. Upon opening it, she found herself surprised to see not the expected
postman, but him.
Wordlessly he brushes past her and into her home, invading her private space. He
quickly glances round, taking in her lifestyle, and in a way her life. "What are
you doing here?" she asks, surprised that he hadn't phoned as usual.
"Well you do like surprises" he replies ginning. She's nervous now, not by his
presence, but the fact he's turned up on a workday. Previously, he's only
arranged to met when she'd had some free time, today her day was full.
"So what do you want?" She asks, almost afraid of his answer. Well I want a lot
of things he tells her, but for the moment, I thought I'd see you off to work,
give you a lift, if you like.
Moving into the kitchen, he helps himself to a coffee, you just run along and
get ready, don't mind me. Just leave off your bra, that's all.
She stumbles upstairs, her thoughts running madly around, trapped inside her
head. He's here, was the most insistent, closely followed by, what does he want?
As she dresses, she reassures herself that whatever he's got planned, and surely
he's got something in mind, otherwise he wouldn't be here, wouldn't be too bad,
not on a work day at least.
She dresses hurriedly, literally throwing her working outfit on, just
remembering in time to leave the bra off. Standing in front of the mirror she
checks herself. She's in sensible pumps, stylish, but tot too high, a knee
length grey skirt, with matching jacket, and a silk blouse to set the ensemble
off. You look pretty sharp she thinks. She takes a deep breath at the top of the
stairs, before descending to whatever awaits her down below.
He's waiting for her, playing with something in his hands, something too small
to make out easily. As she descends, he looks up, and lets out a low whistle of
approval. My you do look good, he says, but I think I can make an improvement or
two. Stepping closer, he tells her to remove her blouse and jacket. Nervously
she complies, wondering just why she allows him to do this too her. Something
deep inside craves the way he treats her, loves the feeling of submission she
gets whenever he's around.
She quickly shrugs off the jacket, and unbuttons the blouse, slowly removing it.
Somehow standing there half naked seems more indecent than complete nakedness.
She's about to ask him now what, when he reaches into his pocket, and produces a
black length of rope? He throws it to her and tells her to put it on. She looks
down at what she's got in her hands, it feels slick, looks shiny, and is
slightly elastic. As she fumbles with it, she realises that what it is, is
actually a bra, a latex bro of sorts.
As she puts it on, she realises just how fiendish it actually is, where the cups
should be, there's nothing but two cut outs, cut outs big enough to let her
breasts through. She leans forward, and finds that the two holes were almost
large enough, but not quite. She squeezes them into the appropriate openings,
and stands back up. The latex is gripping each breast tightly, squeezing tightly
around the base of each one. This had the effect of making them swell slightly,
and to stand a little prouder than they did normally. She could feel her skin
tingle with the increased tension. How she'd get through work today, she didn't
know.
Once the "bra" was in place, he told her to close her eyes, and to keep them
that way until he told her otherwise. Although she wanted so see just what he
was up to, she knew that if she wanted him to continue his visits, she'd better
do as told. Once her eyes were closed, she felt him playing with her nipples;
she let out a low moan as his fingers played with her sensitive nipples. They
felt so sensitive, so responsive, she though that if he kept this up, she'd be
Cumming in her pants.
The time seemed to stretch towards forever, as he did whatever he was doing,
though there was a little pain now, she could feel him pulling on them,
stretching them out, almost pulling her forward by them.
She was startled when he said she could look, she hadn't felt his hands release
her stretched nipples; she thought that she'd get some warning at least. She
looked down, not believing what she was seeing.
He'd removed her rings, the rings he'd wanted to see her in, those rings that
had speared her nipples, in their place were little bars. They weren't too bad
she thought, but what he'd done, was beyond her wildest imaginings. Around the
base of each nipple was a gold ring, circling the base snugly, restricting them
ever so slightly; in just the same way as that bra did her breasts. From these
bands, were two little supports, an integral part of each ring, they had the
effect of catching the bars through the nipple, and pushing them out, away from
her breasts. The net effect was that her nipples were being stretched, being
continuously pulled.
You can get dressed now, he told her. As she reached for the blouse, she could
feel the way her breasts moved, slightly different from usual. This will take
some getting used to, she thought, as she put the blouse on. She gasped, not
entirely sure whether it was pleasure, pain, or something in between. All of her
skin was so sensitive; she felt that she could feel every thread in the material
as she did it up. The blouse felt incredible next to her skin, as it brushed her
breasts, it felt so good, so very good. However, the feelings from her stretched
nipples were something else. Already her nipples were sensitive, the stretching
was intense, almost too intense, but when the feel of the silk was added, it was
too much for her to take. That and the look, she couldn't help but stare at the
way they were standing proud, so very visible, pressing hard against the
material.
Well I think you're ready for work now, he reminds her, throwing her the jacket.
She catches it, knowing that today will be impossible for her. Once the jacket
was on, it was worse than ever. She just had to do up the jacket, as with her
trying to leave it open, her swollen breasts and nipples forced it to hang open,
revealing her nipples. So it had to be done up. But when she did it up, the
jacket pressed against her, squeezing them tightly.
She thought that she would pass out from the intensity of the feelings that were
running through her, already she knew that she'd do anything to take the jacket
off, but until he told her too, she'd just have to learn to live with it
somehow.
The ride to work was spent in a sexual daze; she felt that she could feel every
bump, pothole and imperfection in the road. She dreaded her actual arrival
though, as she just knew, that despite her panties, she was leaving a very
tangible trace of herself in his car. Luckily for her, he parked in the far side
of the lot, away from the entrance. He just smiled as she opened the door, the
both of them knowing what was going to happen next.
She slides out of the car, and turning quickly, she bent over, and lowered her
head to the seat. As she just knew, the seat was covered with her juices. She
started to clean the seat, but this time, her tender and sensitive breasts
brushed against the edge of the seat. Every time she lapped, the seat banged her
breasts. She felt her orgasm, which had never been that far away rise, and
before she knew it, she was Cumming as she licked. No matter how she tried to
rationalise it, she knew that her own mental picture of her bent over, coupled
with her own taste had brought her, her release.
By the time she got to her desk, her panties were already damp. Just the walk
from the car park was bad enough, every step seemed to make her taught nipples
rub against her blouse and jacket. Se could feel the dampness spreading; her
panties would be dripping themselves if this kept up.
The actual walk past security was almost unbearable, she was sure that the guard
could see just what he'd done to her, it seemed that he was staring, that he
knew, but he never said anything, nor turned his head when she passed, maybe she
was just imagining it.
As she settled at her desk, she opened up her e-mails, and was surprised to see
that he'd sent her a mail. When she opened it, she was stunned to see that it
had been sent last night, just after she'd left for the day. Just how long had
he been planning this? Shaking her head, trying to get that particular thought
out of her head, her jaw dropped as she read the body of the mail.
He'd given her instructions, all to be followed to the letter, that is if she
wanted too. Of course failure would mean that he'd be gone from her life. The
thought crossed her mind that how'd he know if she did or didn't obey? But she
found herself reluctantly dismissing that idea; the price of failure would be
too high.
The office was pretty empty at the moment; for once she was glad that she liked
to start early. Quickly glancing around, she made sure that her co-workers were
busy elsewhere. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her hips, and quickly slid the
damp panties down, and off. Adjusting her position slightly, so that her hips
were at the edge of the seat, she spread her legs slightly. One last glance to
make sure no one was paying any special attention, and she started on his first
task of the day.
Taking her panties in hand, she slid her hand under her skirt, up to her aching
pussy. Although no attention had been paid to it, her pussy was aching, her
earlier orgasm was a thing of the past, and already she needed another., but
that was the next rule, no bringing herself off. She had been forbidden to touch
herself, to play 'til she had relief.
Using two fingers, she spread her lips, and with the other hand she placed her
panties against her opening, taking a deep breath, she quickly pressed, hard,
and was rewarded when she felt the panties start to slip into her cunt. The
material felt so rough against her tender walls, but the instructions had been
explicit. Working at a feverish pace, she stuffed her pussy with the panties.
By the time she'd finished, her fingers were damp with her juices, but that was
another of his damn rules, no licking, wiping, or cleaning. She'd have to spend
the rest of the day with juice-coated fingers. The feel of the panties inside
her was so very different to anything she'd experienced before. Unlike a dildo
or vibrator, her panties were soft and giving, although she could feel them in
her, there was nothing to press against; no way she could use them where they
were to bring herself off.
She'd barely finished this first task, when her friend at down at the desk
opposite. She looked at her, and asked was everything all right? You look a
little flushed? She found herself telling Connie that she was OK just a little
tired, that's all.
Not looking at her, she tried to get on with her work, but it was nest to
impossible. Typing, reaching for a file, even getting up and walking round the
office was a torment for her. Both her breasts and nipples were aching, the
binding was making them swell, and her skin was so incredibly sensitive. Several
times throughout that morning she had to pause in her work, to try and let the
desire pass, but every time it came back stronger and stronger.
Connie kept glancing at her, a concerned look on her face. She was obviously
worried about the way she was looking, but whatever thoughts she had, she kept
them to herself at the moment.
All the time though, those damn panties were stimulating her more and more. She
could feel the material as it pressed into her skin, although try as she might,
her tightening of her pussy walls couldn't relieve the desire.
As she moved about the office, it all came to a head by accident. She was
putting a few files away when she stood up, turning, planning on going back to
her desk, Connie took that moment to lean back in her chair. She found herself
catching her breasts against her back, hard.
She staggered back, gasping, the pain from her nipples was intense, and the way
that they'd been stretched had made them far too sensitive. The sudden impact
sent her over the edge; she couldn't stop herself from Cumming there and then.
She tried desperately to control her breathing, to be as quiet as she could, but
she couldn't quite manage it. She let out a few little pants as she came.
Connie turned quickly, concern written all over her face. She was asking if you
were all right, but there was something else there too. She must have felt the
supports, those damn nipple stretchers must have dug into her back.
She quickly tried to reassure her that everything wall all right, but no matter
how hard she tried, she could see the doubt written in Connie's face.
By lunchtime, she'd almost forgotten all about Connie and her concerns, her own
concerns were driving her now. She was as horny as she had ever been, and still
desired to make it, again and again. How she'd get through the rest of the day,
she didn't know.
Lunch itself was going to be a problem. He'd seen to that with another of his
damn instructions. All she could do would be to follow then as best she could.
The trip to the cafeteria wasn't too bad; not at all bad if you could ignore
that it felt that the whole world was looking at her breasts. She joined the
queue, making sure that there was plenty of distance between herself and the guy
in front. She ordered, not her usual stuff, but stuff he wanted her to eat.
It was all fresh fruit and vegetables, with a snack bar as desert. With her head
held high, she left the cafeteria, obviously taking her lunch back to her desk.
Well she would in time, but she had a side trip to make first. She walked into
the ladies restroom, and quickly dove into one of the cubicles.
First she spread her legs, and reaching into herself, she just about managed to
fish her sodden panties out of her pussy. They were all crumpled up, wadded into
a ball, completely soaked through with her juices. She held them over her
coffee, and still not quite believing it, she squeezed them out, letting her
juices drip into her coffee, in fact she had to swing them out, to get all of
her juices into her cup. Once that was done, she took a deep breath, and took
the first of the fruit. Slowly she slide in deep into herself, being very
careful to ensure it slid all the way in, and to avoid her clit. The feel of the
hard piece of apple as it pierced her was almost enough, but she'd been warned
not to make herself cum.
Somehow she managed to get all the fruit and veg into herself, without making
it, although she came so very close on a number of occasions. Once each piece
had been pushed deep into her, she had to take it out and replace it on her
tray.
Her hands were shaking when she returned to her seat, her panties back in place,
deep inside her. In front of her, on the tray, was her lunch. She sat down, and
nervously ate the first piece. It felt strange sitting there, eating her cum
soaked food. It was not quite pleasant, but not unpleasant either, just
different. As she ticked into her meal, the fact of what she was doing sank into
her. It was so perverted, so bad, she almost stopped, but the thought of him
drove her on.
She was jolted out of her reverie by Connie's return. She felt her face flush as
her friend reached across and asked could she steal a bit, the sight of all that
fruit seemed so much more appealing than her own desert. As Connie was about to
take a mouthful, she warned her that the cafeteria had used a new dressing; it
wasn't to everyone's taste. No worries Connie said, biting into the fruit. Her
nose wrinkled slightly as she tasted the fruit. I see what you mean; it's a bit
tart, isn't it. Her sigh of relief was almost audible, as Connie munched away,
seemingly unaware of what she was actually eating.
The sight of her eating was doing strange things to her. She could feel her own
desire growing; her secret knowledge was fuelling her desire. In fact, she
proffered more on the unsuspecting Connie, enjoying her secret. She was enjoying
it so much, that when she came, it was a complete surprise to her. She just felt
her pussy spasm, and a groan escaped her lips as she came. Connie looked up, but
she managed to brush her concerns away, again, but for how much longer she
didn't' know.
The afternoon dragged on and on, all the while she felt der desire to cum, to
actually have her clit fondled grew larger an larger in her thoughts. Her
nipples, breasts, and even these damn panties had driven her into quite a state,
and even though she'd made it several times, she found that the thought of her
clit being played with was too much for her, that particular desire came to
dominate her thoughts.
She read and reread his mail, trying to find some way of being allowed to make
herself cum, but he expressly forbade her to touch herself. Suddenly a thought
came to her, she couldn't touch herself, but he hadn't mentioned anyone else
though.
Once that thought had struck her, she couldn't get it out of her mind. She found
herself glancing at Connie, thinking hard, wondering, wondering if she could
actually go through with it.
Finally her need overtook her good senses. Connie, could you come with me
please, I've something I need you to do. OK Connie said, and you led her into
the ladies.
Taking a deep breath, and looking her straight in the face, she started, Connie,
I need for you to do something, something unusual. She lowered her head, and
pulled her skirt up above her waist, exposing her throbbing clit. She heard
Connie gasp, as it glowed bright white in the lights. Damn she thought, I forgot
they'd put black lighting in to stop the students from using drugs in the
restrooms. In the mirror she could she it standing proud, ever so visible in the
light.
Connie, I know you're not bi or anything, and neither am I, but for reasons I
can't go into know, I can't touch myself. Please, Please would you please just
touch my clit, I'm so desperate and you're the only person I could think of to
help. She can see the obvious questions on her lips, but Connie finally came
through for her. Maybe it was her desperate look, or maybe it was the feeling of
power, whatever, Connie eventually reached out with a hand.
Connie held it palm up, and extended just the one finger, she could tell that
Connie was very unsure about this, but she felt that she had to help, no matter
the thoughts running through her head.
She was so desperate, so ashamed to be asking for help, that just the feel of
Connie finger as it pressed into her clit was enough. She could just feel the
nail pressing hard against her, when she came, crying out, lost in her orgasm.
She sank to her knees in front of Connie, crying with the intensity of her
relief. It felt so good to cum like that, even though Connie was looking down at
her, a confused look on her face.
Finally she recovered a little, not looking her in the eyes, she mumbled a thank
you to Connie.
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