May 17th, 2017
8:34 am - Hi. This is Breanne. Right now I’m at work and
I’ve got about twenty-five minutes before Kari shows up. I’m trying to get up
the nerve to start. Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I have to catch you up. I got an
assignment this morning, from Master Brandon. It’s a doozy too. Not sure I’ll
survive it. Sort of. It’s humiliating as fuck. Worse now that Mike the Hardware
Guy removed the front panel of my desk, so that anyone walking by gets a
shadowed, but decent view of my knees. Or other, more interesting, things.
What am I wearing?
Right. Well, it’s another one of Kari’s “outfits.” I hate them. Passionately.
It’s not that they’re cheap, though some are. It’s because no one in their
right mind would feel comfortable wearing something like this in public. Except
possibly a stripper. Or a hooker. Or a seventeen year old girl who doesn’t care
who drools while staring at her tits and ass. The blouse is light pink, with
girly ruffles, and is clearly meant to be an over shirt. And that’s the
problem. Kari didn’t buy me the undershirt. So instead you can see the
bra, the matching one to the bright pink panties. It’s embarrassing as hell
since the bra is lace and barely covers my nipples, much less the curves. It’s
disgraceful. The skirt? Black. Tight. And it barely covers my ass. In fact, if
you happen to be standing directly in front of me, say in the atrium itself,
and the light is just right, you can see right up the skirt to where my pink,
little slit is glistening. How’s that for embarrassing?
Okay. I’ve wasted enough
time. I’ve got to do it. Simple, right? I stand up, go to the glass, and then
check to make sure no one is out there. I can’t let anyone see me, not with
what I’m about to do. The skirt has to come up and the panties need to go down.
And I have to keep the Core Driller dildo in there too. Wouldn’t that be awful?
Having it fall out? Wet smears on the floor? And me having to go clean it?
Sheesh. Awful. Okay. I’m out of time. I’ve got to go do it. Now. Be right back.
8:48 am. I DID IT! I pulled the skirt up, flashed the
entire atrium my panties, and then pushed the neon pink material down. I was
terrified someone was going to walk in, or that Jose would just appear. He
seems to know when I’m tasked with stuff like this. Either that or he lurks.
I’m not sure. I could see myself, the reflection, in the window. It was … well,
admittedly it was a turn on. I’d have been soaked watching some other girl do
it. Her delicate fingers pulling up the skirt, showing off her panties, and
then pushing those same panties down her cute, thin legs. I watched as she
stepped out of the panties, but only one side. The pink is wrapped around her
ankle now, a telling, demeaning sign to anyone watching. Her panties are
around her ankle for God’s sake!
Getting back to my chair
was a little interesting, since I had to waddle. The Core Driller was still in
me. I wasn’t allowed to touch it with my hands. Still, I made it and when I sat
down it just jammed back in deep. I groaned. Sorry you couldn’t be here to see
or hear, but that’s the way it goes. I’d have been too ashamed anyway. Now
there’s just one more thing to do. Well, two. Two things to do. Or three.
Possibly three. The first is I have to spread my legs. I really, really
don’t want to do that. Not that I’ve got a choice. Kari is going to check me,
frequently. So I’ve got to stay “on display” as she likes to call it.
There. Wide apart. My
God, I can literally feel the breeze from the air conditioner blowing across my
clit. That’s just fucking wrong. And what if someones does walk across
the atrium, or go to the directory? One look in my direction and they’ll see
girl goo leaking out of dildo stuffed pussy. Thank God the base is just one,
large, black circle.
The second thing is this
vibrator pendant. It’s blue plastic. One switch. On and off. It’s got a clamp,
duckbill style, with black, rubber coating. This has to go on my clit, with the
vibrator turned on, because you know, this is supposed to be about me edging.
OH! God! Every time my
clit is clamped I feel this, shock like thrill, just rush through me, right up
from my pussy to my nipples. I hardened and purred like a kitten and it just
feels amazing. I’m guessing twenty minutes, at most, before I get close to the
edge and have to turn off the pendant.
Which brings me to the
third thing …
I’m not allowed to cum.
9:04 am - Okay. That went well. Kari got here at nine, on
the dot, just like always. She stopped in front of the office too, looking at
me through the glass. I felt my cheeks turn red because it was clear that she
wasn’t looking at my face, or even my mostly exposed bodice. Her eyes were in
that darkened little area under my desk. I felt this little shudder and became
more than a little self-conscience. I felt the urge to close up, to cover up,
and then because it was Kari, I did the very opposite. My knees were already
apart, but I widened my stance. And then, just to make sure, I scooted back
from the edge of the desk, just enough to let the overhead lights illuminate my
thighs… and other parts of me. Kari grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement
as I blushed crimson. Then she came in, swept over to my desk, turned my chair
to the side and bent over, giving me a kiss. It was no simple peck on the
cheek. Anyone watching would have thought us lovers. I melted too. Just like I
always do.
“Are you aroused?” She
asked me softly, as she straightened back up.
I nodded. “The pendant
is driving me crazy,” I admitted. She laughed at me. I like it when she laughs.
I felt her hand on my cheek and she brushed a strand of my hair away from my
eyes and back behind my ear.
“Good. Let me know when
you cum,” she said.
I replied, “I’m not supposed
to cum.” I’m not sure if I was declaring it to her, myself, or fate, but she
laughed. I watched her amazing, suit-clad ass, turn tail and head back toward
her office.
9:21 am - I’m close. Very close. I can feel the orgasm in
me, growing. It’s like a tsunami in some ways, buried deep, tons of pressure,
while on the surface the ocean looks calm. I can’t keep my hips still, not at
all and I’m having trouble typiung. I’m going back and mostly correcting my
errors, but it’s just making this whole process harder adn more tryign. I
can’t. Almost. I’m goi
9:24 am - That was close. Very close. I’m ashamed.
I almost came. And for no good reason either. I fumbled with the vibrator
pendant hanging on my clit and that almost did me in. It bounced on the end of
the clamp, tugging on my clit. I managed to turn it off though, and then pull
it off. I counted to sixty and then, still trembling, wanting, and desperate, I
put one of the clothespins on my clit, in a very specific spot, that I knew
would reduce the incentive to cum. Twisted, tugged, and clamped I felt like I
was being torn apart, half of me wanting to give in, the other half furious
with need. It was shattering.
The clothespin - it
feels tight. I know. Not very descriptive. But at least it’s allowing me to
calm down a bit. But only a bit. I’m still thinking about sex all the
time. I can’t stop. The clothespin, the spread legs. All of it.
9:36 am - Jose is waving at me through the glass. And
cleaning it. He’s on his knees, the lecher. I know he’s looking. I don’t dare
close up my legs though. If Kari catches me…
9:54 am - The vibrating pendant is back on. I thought I’d
be able to handle it after such a long break. I mean, thirty minutes, but I’m
soaked again, and I’ve had the thing on for less that a minute. My pussy is
squeezing the Core Driller tight and I’ve realized that I’m bouncing on
the goddamned thing as well. That’s a problem. I didn’t even realize I was
doing it until Jose made an obscene gesture about me going up and down. Can you
believe it? I’m fucking myself in my chair. It’s just wrong. My
legs are aching from holding them open, but Kari has checked, three times now,
surprising me with a soft touch on my shoulder, just to make sure my stuffed
and tormented pussy is where she, and Master Brandon, and probably even Julie,
all want it.
I’ve said this before,
but I’m glad my chair is leather. I’m soaking the seat. The vibrator pendant is
driving me mad. It’s like the last thirty minutes didn’t happen. My clit is
throbbing, my hips are rolling. I’m leaking copious amounts of juice, and all I
can think about is how wonderful it would feel to cum.
Kari wants me to cum. I
know it. She’s hoping because if I do cum, not only will my circumstances get
worse, but she’ll get to punish me. I don’t know how. I didn’t ask. But it
could be anything from getting hung up naked on the punishment frame in the
back closet, for a whipping or worse, to one of the five anal plugs, in
gradient sizes, sitting in my drawer. Or maybe something else. Rubber bands to
the soles of my feet? Nipple clamps? The TENS Unit? God only knows!
10:08 am - Fuck. Please. So tight. I’m squeezign. It’s tto
much for me. I can’t take it I want it so bad. WOnderign if the punishment is
worth it? DOEs it matter? Probbably not but i shouldn;’t its against the rules.
ITs an edge. I just need to . so close. Oh. Shit. Too close? Fuck I’ need. To…
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