As I pull into the car park the next morning, and park in the numbered bay that has been reserved for me, I am a little surprised to see that I am here before You. I glance at my watch and see that I am in fact 20 minutes early. I know how You despise lateness, and I am determined to make You especially proud of me this week. As I shift in my seat, I can tell that my pussy is already wet, and marvel at how just the expectation of seeing You can do that to me. The first time I met with You I was wet before I had even left my house, although I never got around to telling You as much. I pick up my bag and step out of the car. I linger at the top of the steps for a moment, just in case You should arrive, then walk inside, feeling more positive about a working day than I have in a long time. I slip my coat off to reveal a black off the shoulder dress, with hold ups, and knee high heeled boots. My hair (grown longer at my Master’s instruction) hangs gracefully down on to my bare shoulders and adding a final touch to the outfit, a black pendant on a delicate silver chain, set with a small diamond. I feel very feminine, and understand why You ask me to dress the way You do. You like Your slave to look and behave like a lady. Except, of course, when it pleases You that I look like a slut. Your slut. I pull out a key and unlock the small cupboard that forms part of my desk in order to store my bag for the day. I swing the door wide open then quickly close it again when I see what’s inside. A bundle of thin wires wrapped around a slim tube of plastic and some material, sat atop a handwritten note. I open the door enough to put just my hand in, and pull out the note, Good morning my sexy little cock slut. As you can see I have left a little gift for you. I expect you to be wearing it by the time I arrive. The remote is of course, with Me. See you soon, Master I smile and run my fingers over the writing. I position myself in front of the cupboard with my bag, and sweep everything into it, before pushing the door closed again. I close my bag, and head towards the toilets to obey Your instructions. I lock myself in one of the fairly spacious cubicles, and then remove the bundle from my bag to investigate it more closely. It doesn’t take me long to realise there are two devices there, linked to one another. Fortunately my knowledge of toys means that I know straight away what they are both for. There is a butt plug approximately one inch in diameter and four inches long, with a flared end and a kind of collar to it, presumably to prevent it from going too deep. The other is only almanbahis şikayet about an inch in size in total, and I know it’s designed to nestle against my clit. The material is a pair of white lace knickers. You have obviously provided them for me to wear to help the toys stay in place. I’m not wearing any presently, as per Your orders. As I unfold them, a small sachet drops to the floor. I retrieve it and find it contains lubricant. I smile at Your kindness, even though I’m not sure that the lube will be necessary – I’m already producing enough of my own at the possibilities of what today holds for me. I push the plug into my pussy, and pump it in and out slowly. I get lost in the sensations for a moment, before snapping back to reality, scolding myself, as I should be following my Master’s orders, not taking pleasure for myself. I pull the toy from my wet pussy and instinctively, before I can stop myself, have cleaned most of the juices from it. Force of habit. I sigh quietly, and tear the corner of the lubricant sachet, letting a trickle run on to the plug. I rub it over the entire surface area of the toy – it’s silicone based, and a little goes a long way. I rub a little on my tight hole – I’m nervous about doing this, because although I have used toys there before, I’ve never left one in for any real length of time. I bend over slightly, and move the plug into position. I force myself to relax, then push it against the opening. I slide about half an inch inside, then stop to allow myself to get used to the feeling. I gradually push a little deeper, repeating the process until the toy is completely inside me. I move awkwardly to pick up the knickers, and step into them, straightening up as I pull them on. There’s not much to them – just enough to do the job. I place the other part of Your gift against my clit, then arrange the wires to be as unobtrusive as possible. Lastly I clip the small pager style receiver for the remote onto the waistband of the knickers. Fortunately, my dress is not too clingy, so it’s not possible to see that anything out of the ordinary is going on underneath it. I dispose of the lube sachet, then emerge from the cubicle and rinse my hands. I check my look in the mirror, and decide I look fine, just a slight pinkish hue on my cheeks. I glance at my watch, and the whole process has taken about ten minutes – not bad. I take a deep breath and walk back into the office, where I put my bag away as normal, and then gingerly sit down at my desk, still trying to force myself to relax around the toy in my ass. There is still no sign of You, and so I busy myself starting up my computer and arranging things on my desk. When the toy against my clit suddenly buzzes into life, I almost squeak out loud. My head whips round, and I see You walking into the office. You take Your time almanbahis canlı casino crossing the room, stopping to greet people on the way. Eventually You halt next to my desk. “Good morning,” I glance up at You, and You can tell from the look on my face that I have completed Your orders. “G…Good morning Sir,” I manage to stutter, as You steadily increase the intensity of the vibrations against my clit. I see You flash a smile, then I find myself gripping the edge of my desk as the butt plug begins to vibrate as well. I bite my lip, desperately trying not to make a sound. “I am very pleased that you have followed My orders so well slave,” You say quietly. “I know this is something of a challenge for you. I want you to come to My office in half an hour, understood?” “Yes Sir, I understand,” I force out through clenched teeth. “Good girl,” You say, touching my hand briefly. Then You turn the vibrations to a pulsing action as You walk away from me into Your own office. I am glowing inside at Your praise – it has made my slight discomfort more than worthwhile. I am also touched that You have taken time to consider my feelings about the situation You have put me in, and look forward to speaking with You in private later. I try to focus myself on my work, and am surprised to find that once I am used to the feelings it doesn’t seem to hinder me quite so much. I keep my eye on the clock, although it seems to take much longer than it should for time to shift forwards half an hour. When the time comes I rise and walk to Your door. I knock politely, and await an invitation to enter. You call to me to come in, and I open the door and step inside, closing it gently behind me. You lean back in Your big leather chair and motion for me to close the blind. I do as You ask then walk to Your side and kneel, greeting You properly for the morning. You reach out and stroke my hair, then trace Your finger softly over my lips before holding out Your hand to me. I lean forwards and kiss Your hand, remembering how I thought I would feel silly doing it the first time. Now I really enjoy it. Sometimes I really do believe that You know me better than I do. You offer me a seat, and so I move and sit opposite You, very conscious again of the toys concealed beneath my dress. You contemplate me for a moment then ask, “How are you feeling My little slut?” I gather my thoughts for a second then reply, “Well, I’m horny Master,” I see You smile and then I continue, “I feel…strangely elated Master. It’s like I have a sense of freedom from doing something I never thought I’d be able to.” You nod slowly. “I’m glad you are having pleasant feelings, slave. I know you have something of an aversion to any aspect of play that involves public places, but it would be too easy if I only set you tasks for when we are alone. You would not have the opportunity to almanbahis casino develop yourself as My slave.” “I understand Master. I know it is a fear that I have to overcome, and I think that I am, bit by bit. At least, I hope so. I am Your slave; I exist for Your pleasure Master.” “Good. And you are right when you say you are beginning to overcome your fear; I am very pleased with your progress. Now, I have to attend a presentation this afternoon, and as My PA, you will be coming along. We will go for lunch in town before heading off, so you will be ready to leave here at midday .” “Yes Master. Is there anything You wish me to bring along?” I know that I have a smile on my face at the prospect of a trip alone with You in Your car, and am already trying to formulate a plan to entice You into some play. It may earn me a strapping, but it would be more than worth it to have Your cock inside me. “Just bring your lovely self My sweet.” You have risen from Your seat and move behind me, smoothing my hair and massaging my shoulders briefly. “And there will be no playing on the way slave – this trip is strictly business.” There is a slight warning tone to Your voice, and I resist any temptation to reply. An idea begins to germinate, but I force myself to crush it. If I make You angry then I won’t be having any orgasms for a while, which would be hell considering that we will see a lot of each other this week. Midday rolls around, and I am starting to feel as if I will be driven mad by the constant state of arousal that You have kept me in. Every time I manage to get used to the intensity You have the toys set to, You change it, and I have to start over. I wouldn’t mind, but You just seem to know instinctively when to make the switch to keep me at my horniest. We leave the office together and I do my best to conceal my excitement. We climb into Your car and pull out on to the main road. We haven’t even arrived at the restaurant for lunch when I ask You, “Master, could You please switch the toys off for a while? I’m so horny, and I don’t want to lose control and disappoint You…” You glance at me quickly then turn Your attention back to the road saying, “If you don’t want to disappoint Me slut, then you will stay exactly as you are, and you will not cum unless I give you permission.” “Yes Master,” I reply quietly. I feel a little deflated – the tone of Your voice had been very final. I try to remember that this is a working day for You, and that You have a job to do. I have no wish to displease You – Your will is infinitely stronger than mine, naturally, You are my Master. I know that if I please You, I will be rewarded; I come to the conclusion that this could well be a test for me – can I put my own desires aside for once? I can almost see the thought sitting there in Your head – You will teach me patience if it takes a lifetime. We sit in silence until You pull into the restaurant car park. You lean over to me and kiss me full on, taking me by surprise. You place Your hand on the back of my head and it tangles into my hair as Your tongue darts in and out of my mouth.