It's now hard to bear the gaze of the firm's customers when I'm at reception. I'm allowed to wear clothes, but it's on the edge of decency. Today, I'm wearing a leather skirt that barely reaches the bottom of my ass, and a translucent white blouse that's so tight it feels like my breasts want to burst out of it. No underwear, of course. With my nipples pointing under the fabric, it's hard not to notice. Plus, I have to keep my bitch collar on, which leaves little doubt about my condition. All the women who pass through reception look at me like I'm a slut, and the men don't hesitate to comment on my appearance.

"I'm sure you like it hard and rough, don't you?" asked a client.

"Yes sir," I replied, blushing.

What else could I do? I mean, he's right. And I owe obedience to every man I meet. Master Luke was very clear about that. If the client had asked me to get down on my stomach and let him spank me, I would have offered my ass without a second thought and probably prayed that he'd fuck me in every hole afterward. God, how naughty and depraved I became!? I can't wait to be called into the office to fulfill my primary function.

"Olivia, come and see us in the conference room," calls Robert over the intercom.

"Right away, sir," I answer, completely thrilled.

I leave the reception area and go to the lawyers' floor. As soon as I'm through the door, I lift my skirt over my hips, let my tits out of my blouse and get down on all fours to join my boss. Getting naked every time wasn't efficient, but I was ordered to have my breasts and pussy accessible at all times as soon as I left reception. Walking around otherwise than on my hands and knees would be unacceptable for someone in my condition.

As soon as I got to the conference room, I saw that all the lawyers were there except Henri.

"Oh, Olivia, while you're here, can you grab that file on the cabinet over there and bring it over here to me?" asks Robert from across the room.

He did it on purpose to see me walking around with a file stuffed in my mouth. When I'm walking on all fours, it's the only way to carry documents. I swear that for a whole day, they all add fun in forcing me to go back and forth all over the office to bring them any kind of junk.

I bring the document up to Robert, who takes it and sets it down in front of him without even looking at it.

"We were just talking about you, Olivia, and wondering how you're doing. Come on, stand up and bend over the table so I can see how horny you are."

I obey like a good submissive with Robert and 10 other pairs of eyes staring at me.

"Let's start by looking at your big tits. Oh, but your nipples are all hard and swollen," he says, pinching them viciously as my breasts contract under the weight of the table.

The lawyers laugh as Robert continues to play with my nipples, stimulating them enough for me to moan.

"We'd better leave those little nipples alone or our beautiful Olivia won't be able to hold back her orgasm. By the way, how's it going down there? Oh, what do we have here?"

Sliding his hand over my pussy and paying attention to my crotch, Robert found the "gift" that Luke gave me this morning. An anal jewel deep in my asshole. He knew I was going to be the laughingstock of the office with it. Not to mention the constant stimulation.

"What is it?" asks one of the lawyers.

"Our little Olivia has a butt plug," replies Robert, obsessed with the object.

"Is it big?" asks Mike causing general hilarity.

"Let's see."

Robert grabs the base of the jewel and starts pulling on it. I want to stop him; to tell him that Master Luke has forbidden me to remove it, but I'm unable to speak. The sensation of the cone-shaped base sliding out of me only makes me feel worse.

Robert finally stops before the toy is completely out and inserts it back into me. I would have given anything for him to make me cum like that in front of everyone.

"It's a good size, but I'm sure our little Olivia could take a lot more. Couldn't you? Your master has been good to you."

"Yes sir."

With his hand still on the jewel, Robert is now having fun twirling it, making me pant hard to the joy of the whole room.

"Why don't you go and show the rest of the group a bit? Climb on the table.

I am asked to go to the middle of the table in what they call "my favorite position". Head on the ground, ass in the air, and legs spread as wide as possible.

"While you're making yourself comfortable, Olivia, I'd like to take this opportunity to show a short film. You've all seen in the last few days how our receptionist likes to hump like a dog to relieve herself.

"Oh, yes, we have! Can we watch it again?" shouted Mike.

"I've got something even better. His master has given us a new video. You'll see, our little Olivia gives us a magnificent performance."

My stomach clenches as Robert starts the screening. Soon, the room is filled with my little song as Luke forces me to play cheerleader. The worst part is when I scream "more" like a real cum whore. The lawyers imitate me to make fun of me.

"More Olivia? Mooooore!!"

Worst of all, the video doesn't stop there. Luke also filmed me in close-ups, excited to the point of exhaustion, finally begging him to shove his cock up my ass.

"I've rarely seen a bitch so horny."

"Look how she is begging to get her ass pounded."

I can hear the laughter and insults until Robert's phone rings. The room falls silent for a few minutes my boss is on the phone. As he hangs up, I get a bad feeling.

"We've played with Olivia long enough. Our receptionist is expected in Henri's office. And Olivia... I'd hurry. Henri can be vicious when he gets impatient."

I leave the conference room with another burst of laughter and trot quickly to Henri's office. As a precaution, I knock on the door and wait for the lawyer to invite me in. As soon as he allows me to open the door, he merely glances at me before ordering me to remove all my clothes and crawl to the floor to reach him. I comply, despite the painful rubbing of the carpet against my skin.

I stop at Henri's feet, feeling more vulnerable than ever in front of this ruthless man.

"You see, that's the only purpose you have. Crawling at the feet of men, ready to serve them in any way you can. I'm sure your cunt has left a big wet trail all over my beautiful carpet because it turns you on so much."

I don't dare to verify, but I'm afraid he's right. I'm soaking wet. My last orgasm was yesterday when Luke let me jerk off like a slut while I was tied up on a leash in the backyard. The constant torment I'm put through drives me crazy and I'm obsessed with the idea of cumming again and again.

"Stand up straight and adopt an inspection position. Legs apart, hands on your head, and look down. You should always keep your head down when you're in the presence of a superior male."

I move quickly, terrified of angering Henri. Once I've got into position, he remains seated in his chair but takes care to inspect every inch of my body.

"Your master is an amateur. If you were my property, I'd have already pierced your nipples and branded your ass," he says as he pinches one of my nipples.

He then orders me to turn around. As I anticipate his reaction when he sees the anal plug, he barely comments on the toy planted in my ass.

"Time to get to work. I've had this document printed out and I want you to read it aloud to me."

"Yes, sir."

"And while you're doing that, you're to gently lie on my thighs while I spank your bottom."

"Yes, sir."

I lie on Henri's lap, trying my best to hide how turned on I am. The lawyer isn't what you'd call handsome, but he has such authority that it gets me all worked up.

I start reading the document as I get my first slap. It's so intense that I can feel the plug going deeper inside me if that's even possible.

"Read louder."

I'm doing my best despite the spanking I'm getting. The document must be at least 20 pages long. God, my poor butt! The document is an insipid presentation for a legislative project, but as I read it, I got more and more wet and Henri's slaps warmed my senses. He alternates between spanking my ass and caressing my sex. God, if this keeps up, I'm going to come! Not to mention I feel his rock-hard erection against my belly. I thought Henri couldn't get it up, but I was dead wrong. Especially since it feels like he's hiding an anaconda in his pants.

My voice starts to tremble and I think Henri senses it, as his caresses become more insistent. With his index and middle fingers, he jerks my clit vigorously. I want to beg him to stop, but I know nothing will. So, I try to hurry up and finish the document. I've still got three pages to go. I think I'll hold out until, without warning, Henri thrusts his two fingers inside my pussy. It's too late...

" ... the project will also... oh yes, god yessss!!!"

I have the impression that the orgasm lasts at least a good two minutes. Minutes during which Henri does nothing to help me.

"I understand you're passionate about this subject, Olivia, but I don't think I've allowed you to enjoy any orgasm."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"I'm not the type to settle for an apology. I firmly believe that bad behavior must be punished."

I don't have time to react as Henri lifts me off his thighs and leans me against his desk. With a violent jerk, he pulls the plug out of my rectum. I realize what he's about to do. I know it's forbidden, but I can't help it, I want to be fucked hard by his big cock.

"Oh yes sir, punish me by sodomizing me real hard," I beg, wiggling my hips.

Henri is quick to respond by inserting his cock into my little hole. I wasn't wrong. Henri has a massive cock. Monstrous in fact. Although my asshole has been loosened by the toy, the pain remains excruciating.

"Oh, it’s so big!"

"Naughty girls have to be punished," he growls, slapping my ass and thrusting wildly inside me.

"Yes, sir! "

Henri plays with the rhythm and just as I was about to climax, he shoots cum in my ass. I must be so ravaged back there; Luke will know for sure. How am I going to explain it to him?

Henri doesn't give me any instructions, so I remain bent over his desk, his cum dripping from my asshole. I hear him shuffling his papers, writing something down, then without any consideration for me, he tells me he's done with me and I can leave.

"Wait. Give this to your master."

He hands me an envelope. I take it in my mouth and crawl out of the office.

"Careful, now! If you don't give it to him, I'll find out and make you very sorry."

***

Luke finishes reading the letter and I know the worst is yet to come. I don't know what Henri has written, but I doubt it will work in my favor.

I'm naked, on my hands and knees in front of my master, waiting to see what will happen to me.

"Show me your ass, you fucking slut," he orders me as he finishes reading.

I take the servile position and turn around to present him with my busted asshole.

"So, you begged Sir Henri to stick it up your ass, and you came without permission?"

It's true, I know it's true. I wanted to get fucked like a bitch even though I knew it was forbidden. But for some reason, I'm trying to defend myself.

"Master, that's not true... I mean, not quite. There were circumstances and..."

"Don't make it worse by lying to me. With your ravaged asshole, it's hard to take you seriously. And I've seen how you like to be butt-fucked and how you come like a horny bitch when you're taken from behind. I'm going to have to correct you very severely so that you learn your lesson."

"Yes, master. Thank you."

My whole body starts shaking in anticipation. Luke can be particularly creative when it comes to punishment. What is he going to do to me now?

Luke leaves the room and returns a moment later, tossing me a piece of cloth.

"Get dressed, you're going on an errand."

I straighten up and realize that getting dressed means wearing a white mini-dress so transparent that you can see everything. I prefer not to say anything and just put it on.

"Where do I go?" I dare to ask.

"To the grocery store. You're going to buy the biggest cucumber you can find and a jumbo pot of Vaseline. You'll come home bagless, with the items in your hands."

I swallow. The grocery store is a fifteen-minute walk from here. Walking around in this outfit with a cucumber and Vaseline in my hands, everyone's going to think I'm going to get myself a treat. It's so humiliating!

"Yes, master."

"Oh, and wait. I look at you like that with your dress and your bitch collar and I think I'm pretty nice to let you cover up. I should force you to go butt-naked and on a leash. But, since you have the right to be clothed, I take the liberty of adding a personal touch."

With that Luke approaches me and uncovers one of my breasts. It doesn't take me long to feel a metal bite on a nipple. Nipple clamps. No bells this time, but they were not discreet enough to go unnoticed under my dress. I'm going to look like the worst tramp ever. Luke finishes attaching the jewels to my nipples and lets me go.

In the street, I feel more than naked. Even though it's still daylight, I'm happy to see that there's hardly anyone on the road. However, I'm not so lucky as I enter a crowded grocery store.

I head for the produce aisle and spot the cucumbers. After careful examination, I pick the biggest and firmest one, even though I suspect it's going to end up in a very sensitive part of my anatomy. With the big cock I took at the office, I'm still quite sensitive. But I don't want to run the risk of coming back with a disappointingly small fruit and having Luke make me come back here without any clothes on. He certainly could do it.

I feel a few disapproving glances at me because of my outfit, but I try not to pay attention. I hurry to the personal hygiene aisle to pick up the second item. I discover to my horror that where the Vaseline jars should be, the shelf is empty. I can't go home empty-handed. What am I going to do?

Just as I'm starting to panic, I spot a stock boy at the end of the row. Even if it's the utmost humiliation, I have no other choice. I walk towards the employee.

"Excuse me, do you have any jars of Vaseline?"

Busy stocking shelves, he doesn't pay me any attention at first and says he'll check. When he finally looks up, I see him widen his eyes. Then, as soon as he spots the cucumber I'm holding, a smile appears on his face. The boy must barely be twenty. I want to die of shame.

"Ted, do we have Vaseline in the back?" he asks into his walkie-talkie.

"Yeah, why?"

"We've got a lady who could use some right here on aisle 17."

"What size?"

The stock boy looks up at me, curious to hear my answer.

"Jumbo size, please."

The boy tries not to laugh. Luckily for me, Ted doesn't take long to arrive with a jar of Vaseline as big as my head. He's just as young as his colleague. He also has the same reaction as him when he sees me dressed like this, cucumber in hand.

"Here you go, madam."

"Thank you, sir."

I leave the row in a hurry to get to the checkout when I hear the two boys wish me a good evening before they start laughing.

There's a long line at the checkout and I don't go unnoticed. I look down all the way. I hear comments, and lewd whispers, but pretend not to hear them. When it's finally my turn to check out, I pay for my items, avoiding the cashier's gaze.

"I suppose you'll be taking a bag?" asks the woman, who must be in her sixties.

I can sense the look of disdain in her eyes.

"No, thanks, no bag."

"No bag? Well, she must have a pressing urge to use this cucumber in the parking lot," says the cashier, addressing the other customers right behind me.

I'm red with embarrassment. I hurry out. Just when I think the hard part is over, I have to go home with the two compromising items in hand, with no way of hiding them. And that's when I ran into the whole neighborhood. Fortunately, no one speaks to me, but I'm so embarrassed I want to die.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I see my apartment in the distance. But as I get closer, I see that Luke is outside, standing beside our car.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite little slut. Come on, let's go for a ride."

Without further explanation, he attaches the leash to my collar and forces me into the car. After several minutes of driving, Luke stops the car at the side of the road...