The morning at the office is going well. At least, as well as it can be since I've been made the place's bitch. I'm sitting at reception, wearing what looks more like a schoolgirl's uniform from a porno rather than a work-appropriate outfit. I'm anticipating the naughty things the lawyers will make me do at lunchtime when a noise snaps me out of my daydreams. In front of me, a customer is getting impatient. Tall, with a tanned complexion and her brown hair neatly pulled back into a bun, the woman is elegant. More so than me, certainly. She's wearing a cream dress matched with a jacket of the same color.

"I'm here to see Mr. Robert Gomez. You may inform him of my presence."

Her gaze drops on me like a cold shower. Embarrassed, I squirm in my chair, trying to find a position where I don't look so vulgar. It's no use.

"Who shall I announce?" I ask shyly, lowering my eyes.

"Vivian West," the woman replies, visibly irritated.

I inform my boss of this arrogant woman's presence, and, without waiting for my authorization, Vivian walks through the door and heads for Robert's office. A strange feeling deepens in my stomach. Something's up with this. My intuition proves me right when Robert summons me to his office thirty minutes later.

Normally, I have to get down on all fours as soon as I walk through the office door. But as my boss is with a female client, I take a chance, and it's on my feet that I knock on his door. I couldn't bear to be humiliated in front of this woman.

"Olivia, please come closer."

Robert is sitting behind his desk, and Vivian is comfortably seated in the chair in front of him. I'm glad my boss doesn't question the fact that I'm not on my hands and knees, but I'm still afraid as to why he asked me to come here. I approach his desk, my gaze fixed on the floor.

"Let me introduce you to Ms. West. She’s a brilliant lawyer who has just joined our team. I'm sure that, just like me, you want her to feel at home here."

My face stays frozen, but I'm screaming inside. This woman can't work here. How is Robert going to expose my condition to her? And, just as I'm wondering, Robert raises the subject.

"I was just telling her about your situation, Olivia, and Ms. West told me she saw you do something very shocking when she walked into the reception."

A cruel smile spreads across the woman's face as Robert continues.

"Apparently, you were rubbing yourself on your chair. Knowing your temperament, I must say I'm not surprised, but you understand this is very inappropriate. Imagine if a customer had seen you. Imagine poor Vivian having to watch you act like a horny dog."

"Plus, dressed like that. I'm sorry to say, Robert, but she's so obscene. It's a disgrace to put her at reception. She simply can't stay there if she can't control herself."

"What do you propose, Vivian? It's true that the little cunt's hot under the collar, but she can also come in handy at the office."

"Well, first I'd suggest we remove her from reception. I'd like to make her my personal assistant. That way, she wouldn't be exposed to the view of the customers, and I'll make sure to straighten her out."

"You seem to have very strict methods, but I suppose poor Olivia could really benefit from them. What will you do with her if I make her your personal assistant?" asks Robert, hardly hiding his excitement.

"First of all, I'd take that ridiculous outfit off her. Sluts like her deserve to be left naked. We can keep a better eye on them so they don't touch themselves, and we can beat their asses if they disobey," the woman answers in a bossy tone.

"You're absolutely right. Besides, if she doesn't need to be at the reception, she doesn't need clothes. She usually doesn't wear much as soon as she walks through the office door. We also make her walk on all fours."

"And on a leash too, I hope?"

"I admit she's not always on a leash."

"I could rectify that. You see, Robert, you could really benefit from someone who can take charge and train this dirty girl properly."

"I hear you loud and clear, Vivian. But you'll understand that some members of my team have benefited from Olivia's talents. Will you make sure she continues to apply them?"

"Oh, gladly. I'll make it my personal duty to see that the bitch keeps all team members... satisfied. All men, if I remember correctly what you told me earlier, right?"

"All men. And they have... big appetites if you know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean, and I'll make sure Olivia can give your men the relief they need."

The two lawyers start laughing, surely imagining all the humiliating things they will make me do. That's all it takes for my boss to agree to hand me over to Ms. Vivian, much to my distress. To seal the deal, he hands her a leash he's been keeping preciously in his desk drawer.

Without even looking at me, she snaps her fingers and orders me to strip naked and crawl onto my hands and knees. I quickly comply while she continues to talk with Robert. Hearing them talk about me like that got me all worked up. My pussy's drooling just at the thought of what Vivian's going to do with me.

"I'll be taking possession of my office and see what I can get out of her before noon. At lunchtime, I'd like to punish her publicly in the cafeteria. You'd be kind enough to notify the staff. Nothing like a good public humiliation to get rid of the urge to rub yourself all over the furniture."

"What a brilliant idea! Besides, this punishment comes at the perfect time. His master called me this morning. He now gives us permission to fuck little Olivia's ass. Not her pussy, obviously. She'd like that too much."

"I'm sure that will inspire me," replies Vivian, her eyes twinkling. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do."

Robert gestures to Vivian that she can leave with me. The woman leashes me and drags me out of the office. I have a feeling I'll be having a rough time with her. And yet, I'm dripping all over my thighs.

Ms. Vivian drags me into her new office. For an hour, she asks me to strike all sorts of poses, each more shameful than the last. As I contort myself into the most vulnerable positions, she takes advantage of the show by thrusting her fingers ruthlessly into my orifices, twisting my nipples and clit, pulling my hair, and slapping my ass. I feel as if I'm undergoing a thorough evaluation.

"Maybe we'll be able to do something with you. Either way, I'm going to enjoy making you suffer. Come on, bend over the chair."

I obey and find myself leaning on the seat of the chair. Completely at the mercy of my new boss, I can feel her fingers teasing my pussy.

"Aren't you ashamed of being so wet?"

"Yes, Miss."

"I receive a flick on my clit, which provokes a shock throughout my body."

"Thank you, Miss."

"At least your master seems to have taught you some semblance of manners. Now tell me about your training."

I have no choice but to tell her everything. How Luke made a compromising video of me and forced me to become his sex slave, how I allowed him to publicly humiliate me so he'd let me suck him off, how I begged him to sodomize me, how he made sure the whole office knew about my new condition, and finally how I've just recently been punished with a cucumber and a jar of Vaseline. Far from being moved by my story, Vivian is toying with my clit, alternating between pinching and rubbing, keeping me in a state of advanced arousal.

"Tell me, what kind of slut comes with a cucumber up her ass?"

"The kind of horny bitch that needs to be trained, Miss," I say, panting, hoping my answer will satisfy her enough to let me cum.

"Luckily, you'll receive a good punishment at lunchtime. I'll make sure you don’t enjoy it too much. But until then, I've got work to do. And to make sure you keep quiet..."

She doesn't have to finish her sentence for me to feel something being pushed up my ass. I guess it's some kind of large pen. With all that my asshole has taken lately, the object is hardly impressive. It's the humiliation that hurts, especially when Vivian orders me to crawl under her desk to serve as a footrest.

What a bitch! While she's working at the computer, she digs her heels into the flesh of my ass and the sensitive parts of my pussy. With the pencil still stuck in me, I'm having a hell of a time with a wild urge to cum. When I start panting too hard, she kicks me straight between my legs.

"Ouch! Thanks, Miss!"

Despite my gratitude, I receive a second kick. This one is stronger and well-directed at my aching clitoris.

"I don't think I gave you permission to make a sound, no matter how pathetic. Definitively, you aren't worth much as a footrest. Let's see if you can make yourself useful as a pussy licker. At least this way I know your mouth will be too busy to moan like a cow."

I'm shocked. Is she really serious? I've never licked a pussy. My experience with women is limited to kissing at drunken parties. And now I'm going to have to eat the pussy of this woman who takes pleasure in torturing me? Fearing another kick, I turn to face Ms. Vivian's panties. Her musky scent fills my nostrils. She must be so turned on after having played with me like that all afternoon.

Vivian moves her panties aside to offer me her sex. Unlike me, her pussy is not fully shaved. The sight of it reminds me of my position as a sex slave.

"Get to work, bitch. And make sure you do it right. You wouldn't want me to get angry, would you?"

I shiver at the threat and rush to eat that juicy pussy as if it were my last meal. I lick her clit before thrusting my tongue into her slit and sucking on her pussy lips. After a few minutes, my efforts are rewarded with heavy panting. I pick up the pace until Vivian has her orgasm. Relieved, I move away from her pussy. I admit I still prefer to have a big cock in my mouth, but I guess I'll have to get used to being a good pussy licker.

"That'll do for today, but you'll have to train harder to satisfy me better than that. And what do you say to your boss when she's been kind enough to let you lick her pussy?"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Miss, for allowing me to lick your pussy."

"Well, that's not all, little bitch, but it's almost time for your punishment. Come here so I can get you ready."

Without hesitation, Vivian grabs me by the hair, pulls me out from under her desk, and throws me flat on my stomach on her desk. I bawl a little from the pain but try to calm down quickly to avoid angering her, especially since Vivian is now interested in the pen that’s shoved up my ass.

"I'm going to need this, she tells me."

However, rather than extracting the object, she proceeds to poke it in and out of my tight little hole. Oh fuck! It feels so good that I wiggle my hips. I want more. I want Ms. West to continue fucking me with the office supplies.

"From the moment I saw you at the reception, I knew you were the kind of girl who wanted to be humiliated. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. Obviously not as much fun as you're having with that pen, though. Can't you control yourself a little?"

She's so unfair. She asks me to control myself as she speeds the pencil back and forth in my ass, bringing me even closer to orgasm.

"Miss, may I please come?"

"Absolutely not," replies my tormenter, pulling the pen completely out of my ass.

She reminds me that she has to prepare me for my punishment and takes care to tell me that she won't do me any favors. I can imagine that. I suppose it was part of her plan to yank my ass and get me all riled up just before she took me to the cafeteria. If only I could control myself a little too. Maybe this punishment in the cafeteria will calm me down a bit.

Behind me, I can feel Vivian getting busy. With the pen, she comes to write on my buttocks. Six letters that she frames. As soon as she finishes her work of art, she puts the pen back in my asshole, drawing an abject groan from me. Then she takes a photo and shows it to me. On my ass, the word "Nympho" can be read in red and looks like it's been stamped there. With the pen sticking out of my ass, I look ridiculous. Even Vivian, who up to now has shown incredible composure, is having trouble keeping a straight face.

"Come on," she says, pulling on my leash. "That pen suits you so well, you'll keep it until we get to the cafeteria. Just make sure you don't lose it."

As we leave her office, I have to squeeze my little hole to keep the object from slipping out of me, and that only makes me hornier. What the hell does she still have in store for me?

When we arrive at the cafeteria, I notice that all the employees are already there. I make a grand entrance with my stamped ass. Not to mention the pen, which quickly gets noticed.

"That's a nice pencil case," mocks one of the lawyers.

Mortified, I look down and let Vivian walk me slowly to the front of the room, where she sets me up on a table and makes me take my favorite position. Robert comes up beside us to make a speech. I'd prefer to go straight to the punishment, but I guess I'll have to deal with the formalities.

"Gentlemen, many of you will have heard that Ms. Vivian West is joining our team today. I'm delighted that you can all officially meet her. Vivian is a brilliant lawyer renowned for her determination and intransigence. That's why I've mandated her to personally handle our little nymphomaniac here."

"Does this mean we won't be having any more blowjobs?" asks Mike with a touch of deception.

"I'll take the liberty of answering this question, but first of all, thank you, Robert, for this presentation. I'm very much looking forward to working with the team, and I can assure you that I have no intention of changing your habits. I will do my best to ensure that Olivia behaves accordingly to her condition. That's why I've called you here today. When I arrived this morning, I was shocked to find your receptionist rubbing herself on her seat like a bitch in heat. I insisted she be removed from the reception and relegated to a role where her lower instincts could be better controlled. And of course, to make sure she learned her lesson, I figured a punishment in front of the whole office would be just the thing."

Vivian's words are met with a wave of applause, whistles, and laughter. I'm sure all those bastards can't wait for her punishment.

"Robert, did you bring me the instruments I wanted?" asks the woman.

"Of course, here they are."

In my position, I can't see the instruments in question, but I'm already imagining the worst.

"Gentlemen, I'm going to present to you the punishment that Olivia will receive. Afterwards, I've asked that these two objects be made accessible to all, in case you'd like to administer a little correction to the horny bitch. First, here's a flogger. With its leather straps, you can be sure that Olivia's ass will be properly marked. But for a little variety, I also like to work with the paddle, which is sure to make this naughty girl scream."

The atmosphere in the room heats up as the apprehension in my stomach rises. I've been beaten with a ruler, a riding crop, and even a belt, but the objects Vivian talks about sound like instruments of torture. As if Vivian had heard my thoughts, she asks for volunteers to come and tie me up and gag me so that I don't get too agitated as I receive my correction. Three lawyers, including Mike, are far too happy to come and tie me to the table. Mike has the honor of shoving the gag ball into my mouth. He's such a son of a bitch. Just by the look on his face, I know he'll enjoy watching me scream in a few moments.

"Oh, before I forget, I've got to take this off," announces Vivian, freeing me from the pen. "She's so fond of having her ass stuffed, I had to calm her down a bit this morning."

Laughter erupts, and I can't stop feeling turned on by the humiliation. Then, just when I wasn't expecting it, I received the first hit with the flogger. The pain is so intense that I bite my gag ball. Yet Vivian is relentless, administering three more hard strokes to my buttocks. How many more can I take? She pauses before getting back to the action. This time, it's my inner thighs that taste the sting, and I scream so loudly that even the gag isn't enough to cover my cries. The more she strikes, the more I feel the leather straps coming dangerously close to my pussy. I flinch, fearing a stroke between my legs, but the restraints holding me in place are too strong. Then, just as I'm thinking that Vivian won't be vicious enough to hit me between the...