The weekend had come and gone all too quickly. Mistress May, my husband, and I never left the house and seldom left the bedroom. I was tied to that chair most of the time, save for bathroom trips.

Still, life must move on.

I walked through the door to my office building dressed as I usually was - black broomstick skirt to my ankles, covering matching low heels, and a long-sleeved white blouse buttoned all the way up. I passed my ID card through the reader and took the elevator up to the twelfth floor as usual, then sat at my desk and began going through emails. I was just glancing through them, as my mind wasn't on my work. I kept thinking how much fun this past weekend was - and my new life as a cuckquean. Mistress May and Adam unlocked something I'd kept hidden all my life. I was forever changed. It was hard to hide the smile on my face, so I made no attempt to do so.

Thirty minutes later my desk phone rang. I put it on speaker. "This is Amy."

"Amy, this is Donna. If you have the time, I need to talk with you in my office right away."

I was going to ask her about what, but she hung up. I took the elevator up to the top floor and was knocking on her door within a few minutes.

We'd met once or twice. She was sitting behind her desk. She was going on fifty years old, hair done in an 80s 'big hair' style. Lots of makeup. She had a tan to go with her brown eyes and brown hair. She wore a black pencil skirt past her knees, mid-range matching heels, and a short-sleeved white blouse with a few buttons open. She was top-heavy, to say the least. An easy D cup, the buttons on her blouse were working overtime.

She got up from behind her desk and walked towards her office window, which had a fantastic view of the beach. She crossed her arms over her chest and then turned around to face me. She picked up the remote control on her desk and aimed it at the big screen TV hanging on the wall behind me.

"Is this real?" she asked as she replayed the video Mistress May recorded Friday night. It was the part where he was taking May hard, and I was begging to become a cuckquean, put in chastity, and moved to the guest bedroom.

"If this isn't real, Amy, we can bury it. We'll get to the bottom of it, I promise you," she said in a reassuring voice.

I looked at the floor, and up at her, then exhaled a breath. "It's real. That's really me, that's really my sister, and that's really my husband - and yes, I'm really a cuckquean now, locked in a chastity belt. Where did you see this?"

She paced her office floor behind her desk for a few seconds. She changed the channels on the TV in front of us. "It's everywhere, Amy. It's been all over social media and office emails. It went viral a few hours ago. In some cases, it's all some stations are running."

I nodded, but I wasn't ashamed. I don't know why. I know I was supposed to be, but I wasn't. "I see," was all I could say.

"You really have never been penetrated vaginally?" she asked, confused.

Shaking my head I replied, "No, I really never have been. I wanted to be, but I wanted to be denied more if that makes sense."

She walked until she was toe-to-toe with me. She reached down and grabbed between my legs to feel the metal covering my cunt. "So it is true. I've met your husband. He's a good man, Amy."

Nodding my head I replied, "Who else knows about this, Donna?"

"The whole office. As I said, it's gone viral. It was on a twenty-four-hour news station this morning."

"Am I fired?" I asked honestly.

She shook her head. "No, my higher-ups told me not to, but I have to pull you from all your cases."

Shooting her a confused look I asked, "OK, so what is my new job?"

"Office whore," she replied bluntly.

"Come again?" I asked shocked.

"What else am I supposed to do with you, Amy? You're wearing a chastity belt, your little sister is fucking your husband and everyone knows you wanted it that way."

Shaking my head I answered, "but I'm in chastity."

She shook her head in reply, "your cunt is off limits but you're going to suck dick and lick pussy in this office."

She then took a seat in her chair and unzipped her skirt. She put her left leg on the desk and pointed to the ground between her legs. "I mean, you're not unattractive, Amy. Your husband is right - I've seen you naked."

"The whole office has seen me naked now, Donna," I replied as I moved my face between her legs.

"You've put on a lot of weight and your tits sag, but you're still good enough to suck cock." she said flatly.

Looking down at my body, she was right - that part was humiliating and I had to expect it. In fact, I wanted it. To be honest.

I didn't take my time, I moved in and started sucking on her clit while moving my two middle fingers into her pussy to massage her G spot.

She leaned back in her chair and exhaled a breath as she relaxed. She put her hands on the arms of the chair. "How did you do it? Stay married to such a great man and never take his cock? Didn't you want it in you? I know I would."

Slowly, I licked her clit as I replied, "yes, but I wanted to be denied his cock more than I wanted it inside of me."

I pushed my fingers into her and found the small knuckle-shaped mound on the roof of her pussy. I stroked it back and forth in a 'come here' motion with my fingers while sucking her clit slow but hard.

I hit something. She dug her nails into the arms of her chair and slid further down in her chair while opening her legs about as wide as she could. "Damn, that feels good Amy."

Taking her clit into my mouth I hummed to vibrate her, working her G spot in a slow, steady rhythm.

She began to slide back and forth along my fingers as I slowly sucked her clit.

"Suck that clit for me, prude. You probably cock-teased your husband, didn't you? Now he's fucking someone else."

Using my other hand, I opened my blouse and caressed my right nipple. "I did, Donna. I stroked him to hardness a lot. Sometimes, I let him cum and told him to think about other women, and I noticed that when I did that, it turned me on."

She put her hands on top of my head and pulled me in tighter to her pussy. She was close.

"People are going to laugh at you, Amy. You know that...it may not bother you now, but it will. You weren't woman enough to hold him. The women here are going to let you hear it."

I paused sucking her long enough to answer, "I hope so, Donna. I really hope so!"

She put her heels in the small of my back and rolled her hips slowly, but hard, against my mouth. "Take off your clothes, Amy. Now."

Keeping my lips pursed on her clit, I used both hands to slowly take off my blouse and skirt, tossing them aside.

"You're going to be naked in the office now, prude. The furniture in your office is being removed, and you're being given a corner office so the world can see you swallowing cock and licking cunt all day. You're not allowed to hide it."

I gave her a chuckle. "Why the hell would I want to hide it?!"

I heard a drawer open and something dropped in front of me. "This is a black collar with a small bell on it so we know where you are from now on. You'll wear it in the office at all times."

"So they'll know where I am? Like a naked woman walking around the office isn't enough?" I asked with a laugh.

I finger fucked her faster and harder. Her body responded. "Yes...right there, prude. Right there."

Taking a risk, I used my other two middle fingers to push into her asshole. The response was immediate.

"FUCK! YES!" She screamed.

As she twisted in her chair she continued. "Your degrees have been removed for misconduct as well. Bank accounts frozen. Was it worth it, Amy?"

I smiled briefly before getting back on her clit and fucking her ass and cunt in alternative strokes...going deep in the cunt, shallow in the ass then vice versa. "Based upon Friday night and so far today, yes. I get to sexually please others, and I don't have to hide it."

She responded by moving back and forth along my fingers faster and harder. "Yes!" She began to move her heels up and down my back as she closed her thighs tightly around my head.

Without warning, she slammed her hips back and forth against my mouth. I responded by wrapping my arms under her legs and back to me again in an under hook to hold her in place as I sucked her clit.

She writhed in her chair, pulling at her hair and smacking the arms of the chair. "FUCKING.........PRUDE!" she cried twisting so hard she took us both to the floor.

I'm not sure how, but I knew what to do. I laid her on her back, kicked her legs wide open, and shoved the two middle fingers of my right hand into her while leaning over her, making sure I hit her G spot. I then violently began to hit it with my fingertips - hard and fast.

"Come on, Donna! Give it to me! Give me that orgasm! Cum on my fingers like the slut you want to be! The slut you've kept hidden!"

She looked up at me shocked with widened eyes but wasn't fighting, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Her legs clamped down on my hand as she nodded. "Yes! Oh, GOD! YES!"

"Keep those whore legs open!" I said, then got down on the floor with her, my mouth next to her ear I growled, "Admit it....you want to, whore. You love cock but your marriage and your career get in the way."

She was almost hyperventilating, her legs wide open, and nodded in agreement. "It turns you on to think about all the sex I'm going to have today! All the cock I'm going to swallow!"

Her whole body was shaking, convulsing, and it was all involuntary. She couldn't stop the orgasm now. She was too caught up in it. Betrayed by her body. Not knowing what else to do she looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Yes! My marriage is a sham! We haven't had sex in years! We've both been too busy!"

I had her right where I wanted her. I used my other hand to spank her clit hard and fast. "Whisper to me what you really want, Donna. You'll feel better."

She kept her legs open, grabbed my shoulders with her nails, and kept her voice deep in her throat she answered, "for just one night I want to whore! I want men to pay for this pussy! No condoms, no limits!"

Shaking my head I replied, "ah but it's not just the pussy, is it? You want them in your ass and down your throat as well, don't you?" I asked taunting her.

She nodded. "Yes! FUCK! YES!!"

I held her tightly, like a lover should, as she had the most intense and violent orgasm of her life. It took a good twenty minutes for her to calm down enough to stand and even then she wobbled around the office like a newborn giraffe, her legs quivering.

"Please, don't tell anyone, Amy," she begged with tears in her eyes. "I'd be ruined."

As I fixed my new bell collar around my neck, I sat on the edge of her desk nude with my legs crossed at the knees and gave it some thought. I smiled and said, "I'm going to do you a favor, Donna - I'm going to give you a push."

"Excuse me?" She asked confused.

Quickly I scribbled down a phone number and gave it to her. "This is a number to a man I know named, 'Shades.' He runs an old, abandoned hotel out in the sticks called 'The Moonlight' - the kind of place where bosses would take their secretaries back in the day. He'll pimp you for a night. If you want discretion, no one will know. If you want it recorded for whatever reason, he'll do that."

She shook her head in confusion. "What are you saying?"

"You said you wanted to whore for a night - it was your fantasy. This is your chance. No strings. I will tell everyone in this office your fantasy unless I hear from Shades within seventy-two hours. You don't have to go through with your fantasy, all you have to do is talk to him. That's it. I don't need to know if you agreed to do anything or just said, 'Hello, this is Donna. Amy told me to call you,' and then hung up."

Her eyes widened, though if it was from eroticism or shock I know not.

"There are a lot of women out there with this same fantasy. Most never have the courage. What you need is permission. A push. I'm giving that to you. You want to be used by man after man after man with no strings until morning. You're sexually repressed in your marriage. For one night you want to go full-blown whore, and have the men use you as they want."

She was speechless, so I continued. "Let's just say you're far from alone in this desire. You like cock - we're women, we're supposed to like cock. All I get is a phone call from Shades telling me he talked to you. That's it. What I'm doing for you is giving you a chance to embrace this fantasy, all you need is an excuse to do it. I'm giving you that."

"Not that I'm agreeing to do anything but...how does it work?" She asked curiously.

"Tell him your desires. He'll give you a code name like 'Aurora' or 'Demon'. It's the only name you'll use with him. You set the parameters....do you want only men? Men and women? How many hours? Do you want to have to meet a certain dollar amount? Do you want people to wear masks so no one knows? Just one night? Three nights a week? Whatever you wish. He'll stay within those guidelines."

She nodded, her nipples hardening.

"Do you want it hidden forever? Do you want to be outed, like me? YOU set the guidelines and he stays within them. I can tell you that you know some women that have done it."

I could tell by the look in her eyes she was thinking about it.

"I think what you want is for him to blackmail you into going deeper down the well of your desires to see how deep it goes, maybe even push you past your limits."

In response, she gave me the slightest nod, I don't even think she knew she did it. Any involuntary reflex to my statement.

As I took the doorknob in my hand I looked over my shoulder and smiled, "What do you have to lose except your inhibitions?"

"What does he do with the money he'll make off me?" she asked with a raised brow.

Shrugging my shoulders I replied, "he keeps it. After all, you are going to be a whore - even if it's just for one night. Considering what he's going to do for you, it's a fair exchange."

She stared at the phone number, then back up at me.

"I know you love your husband, but you need more. Give Shades a call and live a little."

She looked down at the number, then up again at me, smiled, pulled her smartphone out of her purse, and began to dial.

"Hello? I'm looking for Shades," is what I heard as I closed the door behind me.