Office Slut Ch. 2

It had been a week since Linda had submitted to Graham's control, and a lot had changed. Linda felt like a new women, a feeling she was careful to keep under wraps out of the office.

She got to work early so she could change into clothes more suitable for an office slut. Anyone seeing her on the train in the morning would see the same old, slightly mumsy length skirts and severe jacket pulled tightly around her chest. She carried a rucksack with her that contained her real office clothes, just the thought of carrying her slutty persona in a bag surrounded by people going about there normal lives made Linda shiver with pleasure.

If that person had seen her again in the office they would of noticed a change, as Linda now wore a skirt that finished somewhere about mid thigh, the jacket had gone but the white starched blouse was still there albeit with some more buttons undone.

Her heels were also changed from flat heel sensible shoes to 3-inch stilettos made of the finest leather. Linda also discarded her panties, placing them in her handbag for later. She had learned there was no point in wearing any as they only got in the way during the day, it was also playing havoc with her weekly washing as they were constantly sopping wet anyway.

This state of constant arousal was not the result of any direct contact with her new master, he had barely spoken to her the last week. He was however sending her two e-mails a day all containing pictures in a similar vein to the original ones he'd sent.

Linda was totally hooked, the submission of the women, who all seemed to be respectable professionals in there forties was made so thrilling because she knew exactly how they all felt. She would willingly submit to any demands her master placed on her. It was as though something had snapped inside her. This willingness however was tempered by a feeling of constant shame at her behaviour, she felt so naughty, she hated to admit it but this was half of the thrill.

The change in her behaviour had not gone unnoticed in her office, her team consisted of two girls called Susan and Tina of about 18 and a job trainee called Tom who was only 16. They had noticed that Linda had changed, she seemed permanently flustered and was taking a lot of interest in her e-mail.

Her change in clothing had also caused some raised eyebrows, they were used to a slightly frumpy Linda and put the change down to a mid life crisis. Tom couldn't keep his eyes of her after taking some work to her desk to be greeted by the sight of Linda running her hand up her thigh allowing him a glimpse of stocking top. She had blustered an apology and Tom had returned to his desk with a raging hard on blushing furiously.

Linda hated to admit it but she had found the episode thrilling and had started taking great pleasure in popping over to his desk and leaning down to talk to him, allowing him a perfect view of her breasts encased in a black lacy blouse.

She had also developed a worrying fascination with women, when looking at the e-mails she was as excited by the sight of the women as the domination they were submitting to. She didn't want the two girls feeling left out and had started to pay them more attention as well, touching their arms and brushing against them whenever the opportunity presented itself.

All in all the atmosphere in the office was of heightened sexual tension that was almost palpable. Linda couldn't think straight due to the constant e-mail bombardment, she was coming at least twice a day and had become adept at muffling her moans of pleasure.

She wanted more, though the e-mail had opened her eyes she wanted participation, she wanted to be used like a cheap slut, why hadn't her master summoned her, had she done something wrong? Surely he wasn't going to leave her stewing for ever, she felt slightly cheated she had told him she wanted to be his office slut now he didn't seem interested.

At about three o'clock her phone rang "Get yourself up here slut, I've got someone for you to meet."

Linda's heart skipped a beat at last her summons had come, she was in the lift when she realised there was going to be someone else in the office with them. Had the person been in the office when her master had called, Linda froze with horror.

She couldn't go through with this no one else could know about her, she felt faint, what could he be planning surely he wanted to keep the situation under wraps as much as she did. She reached his office, the blinds were closed as usual, she knocked.

"Enter" Linda pensively entered the office unsure of what awaited her. Graham was at his desk as usual and there was a young woman with him. She was around the same age as her master, early 30,s and was about 5 foot ten, with striking red hair. She was dressed impeccably in a suit with a short skirt that ended way up her knees, she was wearing a jacket which did little to disguise her ample chest. Linda felt herself flush.

"So this is the one I've heard so much about" Nicola circled Linda eyeing her up and down, "What's your name?"

"L...Linda" the slap shook Linda, she touched her face, which was stinging, the pain was terrible.

"Ill ask you again, what's your name?"

"Office Slut"

"Office slut what "

"Office slut miss"

"That's better" the anger in Nicola's voice subsided she was behind Linda now, Linda stared straight ahead. She could see Graham smiling to himself.

"You always did like them older Graham, she looks a little vanilla, are you sure she's right for you."

"Let me worry about that Nicola, you know I like my women a bit older, besides I like the internal conflict, look at her she's soaking wet and feeling guilty as hell at the same time"

Nicola put her hand on the back of Linda's thigh, Linda nearly passed out, she was desperate to be touched, despite the fact that this women had slapped her she needed urgent attention and didn't care where it came from.

Nicola's hand moved up her thigh, past her stocking tops, "God her stocking tops are wet, she's a naughty little slut isn't she" Graham just smiled.

They were talking as if Linda wasn't even in the room, she felt like an object, a piece of furniture nothing more. Nicola's hand had reached Linda's cunt, which felt as though it was on fire. Linda couldn't stifle the moan that issued from her lips.

"Oh look at the little slut all turned on, do you want mummy to make you come?"

"Please miss, I need to come desperately" Linda was on the verge of passing out when suddenly Nicola removed her hand and walked over to Graham's side. Linda moaned with disappointment she was so turned on by the women's attention that she was tempted to finish herself of but knew she would need permission from her master first.

"I suppose she will do, what level of access have you given her on the site?"

"She doesn't know about the site, I've been sending her level one stuff all week. She loves it but I don't think she's ready for anymore yet."

What site, thought Linda with a growing sense of foreboding. Linda thought about the e-mails they all contained pictures from the web site she had originally opened last week.

"You might as well tell her Nicola, I don't think the penny has dropped yet"

Nicola walked over to Linda never breaking eye contact, "Well you little slut your master and I run a web-site with some other colleagues, just for sluts like you"

"You may have noticed that they are all professional women who have discovered what they have been missing out on, namely total domination in exchange for the best sex of there lives"

"Your master has selected you as the newest member of the site, you have already submitted to him so you no longer have any choice in the matter"

Linda couldn't believe her ears, what had she got into? Someone would surely find her out, she couldn't afford to be exposed, her life would be ruined. Linda realised it was already too late, she had already chosen her path she now had to accept the consequences. She hung her head, she couldn't hold back a sob as realisation struck. She was a slave to her master and she would just have to put up with it.

"Poor baby, do you want mummy to kiss it better?" Nicola laughed smugly at Linda's obvious discomfort. "I know what would cheer you up slut shopping!"

"Do you mind if I borrow your slut? Graham she needs cheering up by her mommy"

Linda blushed at the way she was being talked about. "Sure take her, do what you want its Friday I wont need her till next week. She needs some new clothes anyway, you know where to take her" he winked at Nicola, who rushed over to Graham and squeezed his cock as a thank you.

"Now get out of here before I change my mind" with that he started looking at some work on his desk. Linda choked back another sob she couldn't believe her master was just lending her out like a library book. She dreaded spending any time with Nicola she was so humiliated by the way the women talked to her like a little girl. Linda couldn't deny that she was still desperate to come however, she would just have to find a way to bring herself off without the horrible women noticing.

"Come along slut lets go shop"

In the lift Nicola pushed Linda against the wall and looked her right in the eye, "You better behave for me slut, I don't want to have to punish you in public"

"No Miss Ill be a good girl" Linda blushed, she couldn't believe she was talking like this to a women 15 years her junior.

Once the lift stopped they waited for a cab at the front of the building. Almost immediately one arrived.

"Afternoon Miss Nicola"

The driver appeared to know her well.

"Peter be a darling and take me to the tailors on saville row, you know the special one" she winked at him.

"No problem Miss Nicola the usual charge applies"

"Fine Peter, this slut will be doing the honours for you today"

Linda had been following the exchange, the guy in the cab was a fat slob who didn't look like he'd had a bath in weeks. Linda was suddenly apprehensive she had wanted involvement, but with her master not this loser.

"In the front slut your paying the fair" Nicola laughed and got in the back seat. Confused Linda opened the door at the front and got in acutely aware of the way her skirt rode up her thigh giving the cabbie an uninterrupted view of her thighs above her stocking tops. She suddenly wished she'd put her panties on after all.

"Right you little slut be a good girl and put on a show for Peter here, when he's hard you can suck him off" Nicola settled back into her seat and looked out the window oblivious to the activity in the front seats.

At last thought Linda a chance to vent some of the built up tension within her, if she closed her eyes she could imagine she was putting on a show for her master. She hitched her skirt up her thighs until she could feel the harsh leather of the seat against the soft skin of her bottom. Her shame was complete when she realised that she had already made a damp patch after barely sitting down.

She started to finger herself, god she was wet. She realised that she wouldn't last long and could already feel her orgasm building deep within her. She was shocked to hear herself panting like a bitch on heat.

"Tell me what a slut you are you cheep bitch"

Peter's words snapped Linda out of it, she almost choked with the shame of it.

"I'm a cheep cock sucking slut sir"

Linda blushed, she couldn't look the man in the eye the shame was almost unbearable, she felt like crying how could her master put her through this.

"I didn't say you could stop bitch"

"Please let me suck you cock sir I'm such a good girl I'll do anything you want" Linda was warming to her task now, the dirtier she felt the easier it became to talk like a dirty whore.

In the back seat Nicola shifted in her seat, she couldn't deny a certain dampness in her own panties, maybe she had been wrong about this one, she was a natural.

Linda's hand was a blur as it flashed in and out of her cunt bringing her closer to orgasm, she couldn't bear it any longer and let herself go, grunting like an animal she came violently. She could feel Peter leering at her and saw him rubbing his cock out of the corner of her eye. She knew what was coming next, his prick was rigid and she saw him fumbling with his zipper.

"Get it out for me slut"

"Yes sir" Linda simpered, she was enjoying herself now, she needed cock and didn't care where it went, in the back of her mind she knew Nicola was getting off on her show as well. Linda secretly hoped the women was getting turned on by her actions but she had more pressing matters to attend to as Peters cock finally sprang out of his trousers.

Linda sank her mouth round the head of his cock and gagged as she felt it hit the back of her throat. She sucked like a woman obsessed, shamed by the slurping, dribbling noises she was making. She could feel her saliva running down her chin as she struggled to accommodate the huge penis.

She heard Peter moaning and knew he wasn't far off coming, his cock pulsed in her mouth and suddenly erupted spraying come deep into her throat. She swallowed the first load without realising and thinking that was it started withdrawing the cock from her mouth, she let it flop out with a loud popping noise, suddenly his cock jerked again sending another stream of come all over her face.

Linda was sure she heard Nicola stifle a moan, she sat up again aware of the come running down her chin and dripping onto her blouse.

Linda felt glorious, she had come herself, been comed on and she was also pretty sure Nicola had come as well. Linda sat there in a glow, the sticky fluid cooling on her face she licked her fingers making sure she got every last drop of it.

"She's quite the little cocksucker Miss Nicola, do you want a lift back to the office later as well, I'd be more than happy to oblige"

"Sorry hun, I haven't decided what I'm doing with her yet, but I'll bear you in mind"

As they exited the cab Linda wondered what else was in store for her later on that day.

"You've been a good girl so far, mummy's very pleased. As a reward were going to buy you some nice clothes. Would you like that?"

"Yes please miss"

They had parked up outside an imposing Victorian town house in Saville Row, a sign read "Burketts exclusive tailors to the gentry Est 1856" very impressive thought Linda as Nicola ushered her inside. Linda was acutely aware that she had come on her face but didn't have a chance to wipe it off.

"Miss Nicola what a pleasant suprise, its been weeks"

"Mr Burkett, always a pleasure" he took her hand and kissed it, what a gentleman thought Linda who felt she had stepped back in time.

"And what's you're name" he turned his attention to Linda his smile disappearing. Linda wasn't going to be caught out twice in one day, she hung her head as she replied.

"Office Slut, Sir"

"Hmm, I suppose you require the usual service Miss Nicola, and the usual method of payment"

"You read my mind, we need a collar and leash together with a name tag, French maid uniform and a schoolgirl uniform for good measure and I need all the items today if possible"

"Master Graham has already sent her measurements so that will save time however the boys in the cutting room will have to be consulted, they will require extra payment"

"No problem, she's a dirty slut shell do anything I tell her"

"Won't you baby"

"Yes Miss" Linda mumbled, she had a feeling the method of payment was not going to be by VISA, she had only just started to get her heart rate down after the last episode and didn't think she could handle anymore. She knew that she was under Nicola's control and had no choice in the matter.

Linda was also acutely aware of the time, it was 5 o'clock now and she hadn't even been given her clothes, which from the sound of it were being hand made. Her husband would be worrying, she desperately needed a wash as she stank of sex. Nicola snapped her out of her reverie.

"Come on slut Mummy's got a suprise for you, but first get out of those clothes"

Linda started undoing her blouse, aware of the fact that she was in a shop reception and covered in come, a fact that didn't appear to bother the staff who were wondering around oblivious to this women who appeared to be nothing more than a cheep slut.

She was left in her stockings, her clothes in a puddle on the floor. She was blushing to her roots at her exposure, Nicola looked her up and down.

"Not bad for an old tramp, follow me"

They entered a side room that was decorated with lots of wooden panelling and dark red velvet curtains, Linda felt as though they had stepped into a gentleman's club. Nicola sat in one of the deep leather sofas, she indicated for Linda to get on her hands and knees at her feet.

On the coffee table was an expensive looking exquisitely made walnut box, it had a brass plate on it with the letters "O . S" emblazoned on it. Linda's eyes were drawn towards the box she looked at Nicola imploringly.

"There's your present Baby, you may crawl over and get it"

Linda crawled over the richly carpeted floor, she picked the box up and turned it over, it was gorgeously made and gleamed in the light. She opened it reverently, inside lying on a velvet cushion was a collar and leash. Linda picked up the collar first, it was understated and had no decoration except for a circular silver tag with the words "Office Slut" engraved on it.

Linda looked at her mistress, "Put it on baby, there's a good slut," Linda looped it round her neck and clicked the catch shut. The tag felt cold against her throat, she felt whole, she had accepted her role completely and knew she had submitted totally to her master and mistress.

"Brink the leash to mummy"

Linda crawled obediently over to Nicola with the leash and waited obediently at her feet. Nicola took the leash, again made of supple leather, which ended in a loop made of calf skin and attached it to the collar.

"Turn around baby" Linda obeyed, aware that her pussy was on full view, Nicola draped the leash over Linda's back allowing the handle to fall between her legs where it rubbed her pussy exquisitely.

"There's a good doggy" Nicola was moving the leash's handle so it rubbed Linda's cunt. Linda whimpered and looked imploringly at her mistress, she was on fire and could feel her juices running down her legs.

"Oh does baby want to come"

Linda moaned in reply.

"Ask mummy nicely baby"

"Please let me come mistress, I need it desperately."

"Poor baby will just have to wait, you've got to pay for your new clothes yet. I don't want you all tired out now do I. Besides I may want you for the weekend so you'll need your energy"

Linda's mind raced what would she tell her husband, he would be furious. She couldn't possibly be away all weekend, her sanity depended on a partial return to normality, a chance to do the washing and the shopping to recharge her batteries for the week ahead.

The door opened, snapping Linda from her reverie.

"Your order Miss Nicola"

Mr Burkett handed two beautifully packaged boxes over to Nicola they were wrapped in black paper and tied with red ribbons.

"And now the small matter of payment"

"The sluts wet and ready, how many cutters were involved in the preparation"

"Three, Miss Nicola" Linda's ears pricked up, her throat was dry despite her obvious arousal. Three men, three cocks and that meant three loads of come. She moaned in anticipation.

Mr Burkett picked up the leash dragging it across Linda's lips causing her to shudder.

"Follow me doggy"

Linda was led down a corridor, she looked round seeking the assurance of her mistress's presence but she was not there. Her heart was pounding as she was led into a darkened workroom. Gone was the opulence of the shop to be replaced with a smell of sweat and grease.