Assignment for the 20th of July 2011

At Work With Miss
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            Dressed in a grey business suit with a white blouse, I enter my Miss' door. Slipping in, I close and lock the door behind me. Kneeling in front of the desk, I keep my back straight and my head bowed. She would instruct me to strip my clothes and place them to the desk top. I remove the suit as quickly as possible, making sure to fold it neatly to place on the desk top. Next I remove my underwear, and heels to place on the neat pile of clothes. Now naked I drop to the ground to kneel one more, all the while Miss places the pile of clothes to an empty desk drawer, and locking it once closed.  Standing, and taking time from Her work, Miss makes Her way to me, asking for my wrists. I immediately place both hands above my head, wrists close together. She does not even waste a second, placing both leather cuffs around my wrists, securing them to their snug fit. Once done, my wrists go back to my lap, and She makes Her way around to my backside. There She gets down and place s the cuffs to my ankles, and secures them like the wrist ones before. I breathe slowly, feeling each second pass, each article placed to me, making me into Her pet. Pulling my hair back, She flips on my mask, pulling it over my head and face. As the eye holes come to their place, and the mask settles, She begins to secure the mask behind my head until it is at its perfect fit. She finishes off my dressings with my collar, placing it around my neck. Once on, secured and tight, She would flick Her tag at the front with amusement before making Her way to Her chair and desk.
    Waving me over, I crawl on all fours around to where my Miss is. She would point me to under Her desk. Slowly I crawl under it, making myself as small as possible and pushing myself to the back, kneeling there with a smile on my face. Being behind the desk, Miss pushes up Her skirt and pulls off Her panties, handing them to me. After being instructed, I push Her panties into my vaginal canal, it now is to collect my own juices. I keep my thighs parted as much as the desk opening would allow me. I see Miss move closer to me, Her luscious legs in my view, along with Her mound. I inhale the scents and stay still, mesmerized and transfixed. I dare not move or do a thing until instructed or guided.
    30 minutes passes before I see Her hand reach under to wave me. Moving a bit forward, I lean my head towards Her She would instruct me to massage Her thighs with my hands, and to pleasure Her mound with my mouth and tongue. "Yes Miss" I respond, not even wasting a second, my face dives down between Her thighs. My lips form a seal to Her labia, kissing them successfully, letting my tongue explore slowly. Starting first around the edges, then rolling around and in deeper through every rotation. My hands slip to my Miss' thigh tops, stroking, caressing then massaging gently. My hands make sure to take their time, going from the outer thigh, to the tops. Tracing across a few times before making it to the inner thighs to massage. Each pass my hands increase in pressure, my mouth mimicking it, increasing with my hands. I let my eyes close, Miss' intoxicating scent driving me on. I roll my neck gently, giving my mouth and tongue new angles, bringing new sensations to my Miss. I feel myself growing to a connection to Her, tuning in to Her body's reactions. Each sharp breath, every little moan, and Her increasing breathing pattern. Her muscles tense, feeling Her thighs tighten around me head. I push my head in deeper and increase my pacing. My tongue floating from flicks to circular rotations inside Her canal, trying to stimulate Her inner walls the best I can. My mind empties except for the thought to please my Miss, my actions fueled by Her juices. My own canal keeps dribbling with my own juices, the panties pushed inside me already drenched. I feel Miss' reactions increase, with my actions following suit. Not too long after, I feel Her sharp quick breaths, and spasms. My eating of Her non-stop has resulted in Miss' first orgasm. Her essence splashing all across my face, I moan to the delicious sweetness. I do begin to slow my tongue, but never stopping. I keep my tongue and mouth performing as before the orgasm, now once more building from slow. I did find myself smiling, loving the fact that my Miss had cum, wanting more from Her.
    An hour had passed, my Miss had cum half of a dozen times before she ordered me to stop. My masked face was soaked, my tongue and mouth tired, but my spirits were high. Shifting the chair back, my Miss would get down a bit and smile to me. She would wave me up a bit, so we could meet for a kiss. My eyes close, savoring the kiss, accepting it as my reward for pleasing my Miss. The kiss lasts only seconds, yet still makes me melt. Reaching down She takes the soaked panties from my canal, then sliding it to my mouth. Following that, I am given the vibrating butt plug, inserting to myself. My wrist cuffs are linked behind my back, with my ankle cuffs linked together, with extra links used to join my wrists to my ankles. I shift back under the desk, so She can sit comfortably, telling me to keep my thighs parted. Taking pictures of the scene under Her desk, She flashes me an evil smile. Reaching back into Her desk drawer She produces the vibrating ball. Reaching down, She roughly pushed the ball into me, making me groan out to the stretch and the sudden vibrations. Telling me, I am not allowed to cum, I kneel under Her desk for what it seems like forever. She pays me no attention, trying to complete some work.
    With my eyes closed, head bowed. I kept my mind concentrated on my breathing, and trying to hold back the pleasure from sending me over the edge. Unaware of how much time has passed. My eyes do keep peering up to see if Miss peeks to me. For the undetermined time She did look down a few times to flash me a smile.  Her right foot would slip Her shoe off without me noticing. Her nylon clad food, would sneak over and press directly to my mound, adding pressure to make me gasp out loudly. Her ball and flat of Her foot pressed to my exposed mound, She keeps rubbing, with increasing speed and pressure. I struggle to hold back, using every once of my restraint to hold back the orgasm. I pant loudly, my eyes wide and my every muscle tensed. Just when I feel I cannot hold back more, She would pull Her foot away. Almost disappointed, I relax for a few seconds.
    As I recover a bit, She would reach down to between my thighs. Reaching in She would slide the now drenched vibrating ball from me, causing me to groan to Her soaked panties. Putting the ball away, She would sit back up straight. Few moments later, Her foot would return to rub against my mound, sliding up and down slowly a few times. After the rubs, She would press the tip if Her big toe to my mound, pressing it in. I gasp, feeling Her use Her foot to press in and out a bit, stretching my canal out to the size of Her foot. One stretched properly, She would increase Her speed steadily, making Her foot begins to fuck me. Unable to control my moans, I writhe under Her desk making various noises, lost to the pleasure. I was granted permission to cum, but only if I do not stop cumming until She grows tired of foot fucking me. The next long while seemed like a blur. Only 30 to 45 minutes passed, but to me it seemed like hours. My first orgasm rippled through my body, and I would scream out. I did not even get to rest after it, Her foot relentlessly moving back and forth, using my own juices to lube Her way. Her foot would fuck me with as much speed as She could, making it as rough as possible, my body rocking to each of Her foot thrusts. Stopping only to switch to Her other foot, She continued Orgasm after orgasm, my mind losing track to how many have gone by. Her stoppage was sudden, my body would not even register the stop in pleasure for a minute or two after, my body still littered with spasms. Leaving me there for a while to recover, Miss took that time to finish off Her work.
    Time passes, and it draws to the last hour of work. Miss working with much speed, She finished off all Her work for the day with time to spare to prepare us for our journey home. Getting up from the desk, Miss would unlink my cuffs, helping me from under the desk. Allowing me to stretch out, knowing how cramped my muscles are from being under the desk for the entire day. Once fully stretched, I was guided to stand bent over Her desk. My legs straight, parted wide, and my hands placed palms flat on the desk surface. From Her desk drawer She would produce an enema bag. With the use of Her office water cooler, She filled the bag with cold clean water. Once filled, the nozzle of the enema was slid up my rear. Shivering, and feeling the cold of the water as it begins to fill me. I try to keep my composure, with my breathing steady. However once the water fills me further, I begin to get the full feel. My stomach distending out, i groan out to the pain of the stretch. I look down to see my stomach, with much the same effect of someone a few weeks pregnant. I work hard on each deep breath, feeling the three liters of water now fully inside me. She carefully pulls the nozzle and hose from me, and quickly plugging me up with the vibrating butt plug once more. Taking out the same vibrating ball as before, She once more turns it on, pressing it to my mound and slipping it back into me. I feel the difference as the ball now is on the highest speed. Taking the remote, She turns the butt plug to its highest setting as well. I begin to shiver, my knees grow week, the sudden powerful vibrations cause my body to react heavily. Taking the panties from my mouth, She makes me wear them, holding in both the vibrating toys inside my body. Finishing off my preparations, Miss links my wrist cuffs behind my back, and attached the leash to the collar. Looking me over, Miss places a finger to Her lip as She thinks. Having an idea, Miss makes Her way back into Her desk. Adding the last touches, Miss adds a ball gag to my mouth, and clamps to my nipples. Smiling, Miss is happy with my final appearance.
    Straightening Her suit, She takes my leash and walks out of the office with me in tow. All eyes turn to Miss, with her toy on a leash. She dressed exactly the same as She did when She got to work. Me leaving work, decorated in BDSM gear, my clamped breasts showing, and my submissive nature now clear to all Her co-workers. Walking past everyone, She does not even flinch. We make our way out the door and down the street toward Her home. I blush out with embarrassment as I am shown off to the World as Her collared, leashed and decorated pet.