Hello my prized corporate whore!

I hope you are having a nice day in the office. When I slapped you playfully on the behind this morning and told you today would be a good one, I was serious. But I guess you've learned to take me seriously, haven't you?

The good news is that I am taking a long lunch today to come visit you. You need to clear your appointments from 12 until 2, my slut, because you are servicing me. I want two hours of your undivided attention.

I have some interesting things in my trunk right now. Just for you. I suppose you want to hear about them, don't you? Is your cock getting hard already? Oh, you know what is going to happen to you in those two hours. You are going to be used, fucked, dressed up, humiliated...and that's just the start, of course.

In my trunk I have my outfit and yours. Of course, my outfit is rather simple. I'm going to change at the house on the way over, then put on a raincoat so no one suspects anything (I hope it rains like they said it would in the forecast).

Underneath the raincoat I'll be in my bitch #1 outfit. You remember that one, don't you? After all, I didn't make you memorize my outfits by number for nothing, you know.

Bitch #1 outfit. Thigh high black patent leather boots. Crotchless panties, ready to be accessed by your rigid tongue. Black garters attached to stockings. Leather push-up corset, tightly strung, and elbow high leather gloves. My hair will be pulled back in a tight pony tail, hanging down to the middle of my back. Red lipstick.

Your outfit. Snicker.

Are you listening? Or should I just wait and surprise you? No, I will tell you. Because the first thing I will do when I get into your office and close the door is have you kneel down, crawl to me, and meet my feet up close. Nose to my boots. A kiss to each toe. Then kneel upright and beg for your slut outfit.

You got that? I want you to beg for it, beg me to give you the slutty clothes that will bring you to me, that will make you my whore for the afternoon. And I'll make you systematically strip out of your corporate clothes while I watch, pacing, perhaps letting my crop direct you and distract you.

First your coat, and then the tie. Oh, I love watching you get out of those clothes. Then the belt, and your shirt. The buttons slowly, as you watch me so helplessly and I just grin. Evil. Snicker. My corporate slut. If they only knew what a whore you were!

I will take your clothes into possession and lock them into my bag, putting a combination lock on it so you know that you are not getting back dressed until I am damn well done with you.

Then I will open my duffle back and start putting the lace outfit on the desk for you. Right next to your briefcase and appointment book. Pink lace panties. Pink bra. Thigh high white stockings. White pumps. A corset. And of course, the black butt plug.

Not to mention what toys I have in my own bag.

And I will sit in your big leather chair while you get dressed. I will put my feet up, cross my legs, and sit back, watching my million dollar corporate whore dress up for me. If you move too slow, or don't act slutty enough, you better believe I will take my crop and swat your ass hard. Just loud enough for your secretary to hear out front.

And just to remind you, slut, how much you belong to me, I will take that plug and bend you over the desk. I will have you reach out with both hands as I pull down your lace panties and grab the lubricant. I will order you to pick up the phone. If you beg me, I will take your balls in my fist and tighten my grip until you cry out in pain and learn better.

I will force you to pick up that phone and as I start lubricating your ass, you will call your secretary. As I am forcing the plug into you, pressing a little at a time, you will explain to her about how you will be late getting back after lunch, that you are I are having an important discussion.

For emphasis, I will shove the plug harder on certain words to see if you flinch or gasp into the phone. Oh, I can't wait. My panties are soaked right now as I write this. I have to stop after every paragraph and reach down, rubbing my crotch a little, teasing myself with these thoughts of your torture.

But back to you and your phone call to your secretary as I violate you...

When you hang up, you will be sufficiently plugged and dressed for me. The heels will go on, and then I will sit back and watch you show me how you have learned to walk like a whore. I will sit back in your chair once more, holding my crop with both hands, bending it a little, moving it into my mouth as I watch you walk back and forth. Make you crawl like a little dog over to me, make you get under the desk.

I'll make you service me under your own desk. You will be kneeling there as I sit and make some phone calls on your phone, calling my office to check my messages, perhaps taking care of some business while you lap eagerly at my wet pussy. I will make you prod deeper and deeper with your tongue, pulling you closer by a fistful of your hair. A few orgasms are the minimum. And you will stay on the floor, under the desk, while you do it.

If my ass needs servicing, you will do that as well. Slut, I am prepared to use you like you have never been used before. Anything I want, no matter how degrading, I will push you to do in these short two hours. I may lean over your desk and read a magazine I brought along as you kneel behind me, your tongue cleaning me out, servicing me deeper, deeper, because you know if it isn't sufficient, you'll deal with the lash.

I haven't decided yet if I will let you fuck me. The thought is very arousing - laying on my back on your desk, my legs up and open, your cock thrusting deep into me as you fuck me standing up in your whore clothes, balancing carefully on high heels.

See, I might instead have you fuck me with a dildo, leaving your cock trapped in a spiked harness so your tiniest of erections leave you wracked with pain. Mmmm. I can imagine that poor, pained look in your eyes as you feel the tightness of my cunt as you fuck me with the latex, knowing how it must feel inside, how warm, how tight. And I'd writhe, open my legs wider, and direct you in every delicate push.

Perhaps I'll leave you in the cockring for the rest of the day, telling you that you might get some relief when you get home. If you cook me dinner, do my laundry, and do my bath first.

There is one thing you can count on, though, my slut. You will stay in your whore clothes for the rest of the day. I will unlock your business suit out of my bag (wrinkled a bit, but I don't know who will notice, do you?), and make you put it on over your whore clothes. I will make you call your secretary again and tell her that you are going to be finishing work in your office and to cancel all appointments.

And I will grin at you as I put your dress shoes back in my bag and lock it shut, leaving the bag on the floor under the desk. Making you wear the high heels with your suit.

Oh, could I be so cruel?

You know I could. You will wear those white pumps with your suit, and you will pray to god that there are no emergencies that require you to leave your office. And that bag will be so close..with your real shoes in it..but only I know the combination.

So at the end of the day, when you want to walk out of the office and go home, but don't want to stride through the parking lot in white pumps..you will have to call me. You will have to beg. You'd better believe you will have to whore for me on the phone, and once you have satisfied me...maybe. Just maybe I will give you that combination.

Or else you might be driving home in pumps.

See you at noon, my slut.

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