Reaching over, he squeezed her thigh painfully, digging his fingernails into her soft skin and said, “You’re a very strong girl. You’ll get through this day and I think if you do well, you’ve earned a reward.”

For a moment she was unsure. Was he going to rescind her punishment? Let her cum?

“Please, Master... if you’re thinking of forgiving my punishment... please don’t...”

There was almost laughter in his voice when he answered, “Such a good girl. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that first.” Giving her thigh muscles a vicious twist and digging in his nails, he released his grip and patted the spot where his nail prints were quite visible.

It was a place, she knew, that would be visible beneath her dress’ short hem.

“Thank you, Master, ” she said softly.

“For?”

“For allowing me to serve you and be your slave.”

He knew her well enough to know that her thanks were heartfelt and it made him happy and proud. He leaned across and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek and then with his fingers on her chin, turned her face and kissed her on her lips lovingly before pulling back and giving her cheek a soft slap.

“Good girl. Now get out and go to work before I take you home and fuck your brains out.”

Every step toward the doors was harder than the one before and yet every one made her wetter.

Taking a big breath she pulled open the door and stepped inside only to find the space empty of everyone except the two guards who had seen her escorted out the night before, both of whom were grinning widely.

“Good morning Miss Jackson, Mr Richards, ” she said, her voice betraying her nervousness.

“Morning, slut.”

“Mornin’ whore.”

It surprised her but what she knew her whole day would be like. She stepped to the desk and swiped her ID card through the device on the counter which immediately set off flashing lights and a loud bell.

“Uh-oh, ” said the grinning black woman, “I think we have a problem.

“Jack, lock the door while I call upstairs to Mr Crandall to ask what we should do.”

She heard the mechanical sound of the front door locking behind her and felt like throwing up. She knew this was being done just as a way to humiliate her and that probably Joanna was behind it.

The burly black woman picked up the phone and made a call. “Good morning, sir. This is Martha Jackson down at the front desk. We have a bit of a problem.

“Well, sir. An employee’s card was flagged by the system.

“Yes, sir. It was Sherie Andrews. You know, the girl who sent out the email yesterday of her giving some guy a blowjob in the parking lot.

“Yes, sir. I understand, sir. Usual protocol then. I’ll let you know if we find anything.”

Sherie’s head was spinning as she tried to follow the conversation but her mind was a fog, a mix of fear, shame, and arousal.

The guard came around the desk and snapped her fingers in front of the girl’s face to get her attention.

“You. Follow me.”

Sherie followed her to a side door which she opened and ushered her into, gesturing her to take a seat at one of the two chairs at a table.

Crossing to a set of switches on the table, she flicked them on, lighting green lights on the panel.

“Miss Andrews, what happens in this room is being recorded on both video and audio. You know our company has had a problem with industrial espionage and we have taken steps to prevent it.

“The employment contract you signed when you were hired gave consent for your person and possessions to be searched at any time.”

Sherie hadn’t really read the contract before she’d signed it but she also knew this had nothing to do with espionage.

“Our system has flagged you as a risk and so I am required to inspect you thoroughly and make sure you’re not trying to smuggle a recording device into the building.”

“Please remove your dress.”

Sherie stood and blushed deeply as she stretched the slinky dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

She could not help but notice the guard’s appreciative intake of breath when she saw her body but stifled her smile.

“I’ll need to remove this to make sure it doesn’t have anything concealed inside it, ” she said, pointing at the collar. “Turn around.”

When she turned the other woman got a few of the many stripes that covered her buttocks and the back of her thighs. Some still bright from the night before but many others the faded remnants of previous canings. “I guess someone has been a bad girl.”

Sherie wasn’t sure whether an answer was expected but to be safe, said, “Yes, Ma’am.”

Unbuckling the collar, the guard made a big show of inspecting it and displaying it to the cameras.

“This looks clean but I’m going to have to have it scanned it to make sure.”

She pushed a button on the console and said, “Mr Richards, can you step in here a second?”

It was less than five seconds before she heard the door open and the other guard enter.

“Would you please take this out to the scanner and have it checked for electronic devices?”

Struck by the sight of the beautiful naked woman before him he only vaguely heard his partner talking to him.

“Hello? Earth to Michael... Take this out and scan it.”

The door closed behind him and Sherie heard his partner laugh.

“You are a bit of a distraction. Now turn around.”

She obeyed and was told, “Okay, open your mouth and bend forward.”

Sherie obeyed without think, leaning forward so the shorter woman could roughly shove her fingers into her mouth. She probed every corner and though it was obviously done just to embarrass her, pushed three fingers deep into her throat.

“Huh. No gag reflex. I guess that’s why you’re so popular with the guys.”

The comment didn’t deserve response, but if she thought it would she’d have agreed. She was quite proud of her ability to take even the largest cocks of her Master’s friends deeply into her throat.

“Okay. Nothing in there that shouldn’t be there.

“Turn around and bend over the table.”

The command was not a surprise and the girl obeyed without hesitation. It was just then that she heard the door open and the other guard enter, “Here’s the, uh, the whore’s collar. It’s clean...”

Sherie could sense him standing and staring and heard his partner say, “Okay. Thank you. You may go now.”

“Sure you don’t need any help?” he asked.

“I’m sure. Now you just run along. And don’t worry, I’ll let you review the recordings later... just in case.”

The slave was sure the other guard would not be the only one conducting a “review.”

She heard the familiar snap of rubber gloves being put on and did her best to relax,

“I think I’ll start here. It’s already dripping so I won’t need any lube.”

She hadn’t thought much about what the hours on the horse had done to her but the guard’s not-too-gentle touch quickly reminded her.

“Uunnhh...” was the sound of the guttural moan that escaped before she could help herself.

“Pretty red and swollen. Especially that clit.” the guard said matter-of-factly as she pushed all four fingers through the vulva and into her.

The still quite tender flesh protested in Sherie’s mind, but equally loud was the intense pleasure the fingers, now closed into a fist, brought her very close to losing control. Only by focusing on the gentle kiss she’d received from the Master, husband, and man she loved, was she able to hold it back. But by the time the hand was withdrawn leaving her womb feeling empty she had been very, very close. “My god, girl. This glove is soaked.

“Reach back and pull your cheeks apart and let’s see if I can do this without having to add lube.”

The woman didn’t start with one finger and then add more as she usually did. She was confident that this asshole had been stretched many times already. She formed her fingers and thumb into a point and without hesitation shoved her whole hand inside until the ring of muscle closed around her wrist.

The sound she evoked, an animal-like mix a grunt and a moan, told her everything she had expected about the girl being a painslut. Making a fist, she pumped her hand in and out, stretching the girl’s sphincter mercilessly.

The girl’s body shivered as she fought to hold back her orgasm.

Smiling, the sadistic guard whispered, “I’ll bet if I even breathed on your clit you’d cum, eh, slut?”

“Y-yes, ma’am, ” she gasped.

“Are you allowed to?”

“No ma’am. Not without my Master’s permission, ” her voice giving away how close she was.

“And if I make you, will you tell him?”

“Y-yess...please, ma’am... no...”

“And he would punish you, wouldn’t he?”

The thought, mixed with the fist pumping in and out, almost made her lose control.

“Y-y-y...e-s-s...”

And suddenly the fist disappeared. Yanked out and leaving her feeling empty and frustrated.

“If I thought I’d get to watch you being punished I’d have gone ahead and made you cum.

“Oh well, maybe someday...”

Sherie was glad the woman had not forced her to cum. Not because she was at all afraid of punishment, but because she was her Master’s ‘good girl.’

“Okay. You can stand up and put your dress on.”

When she was dressed the guard held up the leather collar that Joanna had placed there the day before and without being told she bent forward so that it could be buckled back into place. But the guard pulled it tighter and used a different hole for the buckle than Joanna had. It was now much tighter. Not enough to choke her but enough to restrict her breathing. The thought of having to go through the day wearing it made her even wetter than she already was.

Turning to leave the guard gestured at a door and said, “That’s a washroom. You’d better throw some water on your face and try to make yourself presentable. You look like a whore...

“Oh yeah... that’s what you are, ” she added laughing cruelly.

Sherie went into the small room and looked at herself in the mirror over the sink. The woman was right. She looked like a whore and that’s what she was.

She wished she had some makeup but made do with cold water and some soap.

She was still, even without any cosmetics, a very pretty woman and when she smiled at herself she saw the beauty that even after all she’d been through, shone through.

Glancing at her watch she saw she still had time to make it to work on time and hurried out of the room.

Passing the front desk to get the elevator she saw the two guards looking at a screen and then up at her with wide grins. Joyless smiles that told her they were already watching the video of her strip search.

When the elevator doors opened she saw that the car was already nearly full of her co-workers coming up from the parking garage. Their expressions upon seeing her were a mix of revulsion from the women and evil leers from the men.

Steeling herself, she stepped in and turned to face the door, happy to not be looking at the judgmental faces of the people she worked with. She heard the people at her back talking just loud enough for her to hear, “Wow. The slut didn’t get fired.” “Did see that collar?”

“I guess she sucked more dick to keep her job.”

“The dog collar fits. Just what you’d expect a bitch in heat to wear.”

She stood perfectly still but they could see her blushing even from behind.

When the doors opened she quickly made her way to her cubicle, wanting desperately to get to work and push the gossiping chatter out of her mind.

But when she reached her station she saw that her co-workers had been there first.

On her chair a large black rubber dildo was taped to the seat.

Snatching it up, she spun around to glare at the people in the room, and saw a few look away but most of them laughing at her. She threw it in the trash can and sat down and turned on her computer.

Only to discover that her bland screen saver had been replaced with a. gif of her sucking cock in the parking lot. It was the moment the man her Master had told her to serve had cum in her mouth, filling it so much that some of his seed spilled out of the corners of her mouth, the camera zooming in to catch the action as she collected it with her fingers and licked them clean. It was set to cycle through on repeat and it went through several repeats as she tried to figure out how to get it off her screen without success. Finally she just opened a file to hide the whole screen but not before she heard the laughter from her co-workers behind her.

Furious, she spun around to glare at them only to see the majority meeting her gaze with defiant looks and not a few smiles.

Defeated, she turned back around and got to work.

First she checked the company’s in-house emails. This was a mistake. Because right at the top was a notification sent from Mr Crandall and Joanna titled “Sexual Harassment in the Workplace.” She knew, of course that it was in referral to her behavior the day before. Dreading its contents she clicked it open.

To whom it may concern-

This email is to remind all employees that sending ANY sort of suggestive or sexual emails to anyone else in the company is STRICTLY FORBIDDEN.

Doing so will be dealt with severely with whatever measures we deem to be required to be certain it will never happen again, including, in especially egregious instances, immediate termination of employment.

After consultation with myself, Ms Daniels, Margaret Wilson from HR, and the party at fault and her spouse, it was decided that yesterday’s unfortunate incident involving that vulgar and disgusting video was an accident that was not intentional harassment and we have decided to discipline the guilty party in-house.

This is not intended to in any way excuse that behavior and that person will now be strictly monitored and be on probation. As part of that we ask that any co-worker who observes ANY untoward behavior on her part to immediately report it to Ms Daniels who will take whatever corrective measures she deems appropriate.

That guilty party will be having her salary reduced during the probation period and, as way of apology to any coworkers who may have been offended, will surrender her vacation days and agree to work on Saturdays and Sundays to cover the work of anyone who wishes during her probation.

Ms Daniels will be arranging that schedule over the next few days. If you have any requests for specific days, please inform her as soon as possible.

If you have any objections to this arrangement, feel it is too lenient or too harsh, please contact myself or Ms Daniels so that we can accommodate you.

We consider you all family and do not want you to be uncomfortable working here. So please, do not hesitate to speak to us about this matter and if you would prefer to make an anonymous complaint, we will be setting up a system to do so today.

Thank you all,

Thomas Crandall, CEO

Sherie’s heart sank deeper and deeper with every word as she read it. She could not decide which part of it was the worst. She knew her coworkers would be reporting her at every opportunity, even if they hadn’t seen anything, just to have get punished. And she knew Joanna and Mr Crandall would not be gentle. Working on Saturday and Sunday would not have been bad except that meant less time serving her Master.

That, she decided, was the worst. During their weekends together, starting on Friday night and continuing straight through until early Monday morning, her Master had taken her beyond what she thought were her limits. He had made her into his very willing slave through a combination of pain and pleasure. She loved watching his Sadistic nature come to the fore and reveled in her ability to take his pain and to suffer for him, to pleasure him though it.

Having worked through her day’s correspondence and planned the follow-up calls she would make to her clients she decided she’d earned a cup of coffee and headed to the office break room. There were whispers as she passed her coworkers but nothing she could much make out.

As usual the coffee pot was empty and a new pot had not been started. The company provided a decent brand of coffee and an easy to use Mr Coffee coffee maker but people still often left it empty. When she had first started it had really annoyed her but she now just accepted it and thought of it as a way of letting herself doing what she did best: serve the needs of others.

Setting the pot to brew she sat and took out her phone, hoping to see something from her Master but found nothing. So she started scrolling through her social media only to quickly discover that she had been tagged on a blurred version of the blow-job video. Just as Joanna had predicted, the video clip had been posted and had gone viral. This censored was just one of many that had been posted, the most popular one having been on PornHub where in 24 hours it had been viewed almost 100 thousand times!

It was just another emotional kick in the ribs and added to her despair and her shame. She was about to message her husband when she heard the sound of a What’sApp notification.

A glance told her that one of her biggest fears had come true- it was her parents. Her deeply religious and very critical and sometimes emotionally abusive parents. The two people who had been so happy to see her marrying Derek, thinking his traditional views of marital gender roles would tame her rebellious spirit. They had no hint of the strict Dominance and submission part of their relationship but had always thought they’d approve of it.

Reluctantly she opened the app and saw they’d left an video message. Well, she thought, at least she would not have to make conversation with them. Hitting play she saw there none-too-happy faces.

Of course her father spoke first, “Well, I guess that despite our best efforts to raise you right, you’ve ended up being a second whore of Babylon. Your disgusting behavior would have been bad enough if it had been done in the privacy of your husband’s bedroom, but to do it in public, with someone besides your betrothed, is beyond our ability to comprehend. If I were your husband I’d take a belt to you and beat you until you could not sit for a week.

“Because of what you’ve been seen doing we can no longer face the other members of our church. You have brought shame on us and everyone in our community.“So, after much prayer and discussion, your Mama and I have decided that we have lost our sweet child to the Devil and she is now posessed by his demons. We will mourn our loss as much as if you had passed on but from this moment forward, you are dead to us.

“Please do not attempt to contact us. This has broken your mother’s heart and doing so will not help her get over this. We will pray for your soul to be delivered from the clutches of Satan but will never speak your name again.”

His words left her shaken and on the edge of crying. She needed desperately to talk to her husband and Master but had no idea what she might say. At last she decided to just forward their message to him, being careful that this time he was the only recipient.

The coffee was ready so she shut off her phone and stood up to make herself a cup.

Her back was to the door when she heard the voice of Beth behind her, “Well, well, just as I always suspected our sweet little, innocent-looking Sherie is a submissive slut. I only wish I had been there to watch whatever punishment Joanna had dished out.

“That bitch is scary. I mean yeah, I’ve whipped my share of subs, but I can tell she’s a real Sadistic bitch.”

Joining her at the counter the statuesque beauty poured herself a cup and said softly, “I know this has all been very hard on you. And I know most of the people out there would have no clue about what motivates people like us, ” she said as she traced the edge of the leather collar, “and think of us as just a bunch of pervs.

“So if you need to talk, I want you to know that I’m available.”

At was a very small lifeline but for the first time in more than a day the poor girl felt there was a glimmer of hope.

Sitting back at the table Beth put her hand on Sherie’s and asked, “How bad was it?”

“Was what?” she answered, not quite ready to talk about what she’d been through.

“Don’t be coy. You were undoubtedly punished and I’m pretty sure it was done by our sadistic boss. Or was it her and Crandall too?”

And then it all poured forth. How her husband had gotten her hired, that he was Joanna’s brother, and that he was more than her husband, he was her Master. And it was on his order that she was on her knees in a parking lot sucking a stranger’s cock.

It was pretty much what Beth and everyone else either already knew or suspected.

“Why don’t you start from when you were called into Joanna’s office and tell me everything.”

As she took a deep breath she didn’t notice that Beth had taken out her phone, made as if she was turning it off and laid it face down on the table between them. She had, in fact, turned on its voice recorder.

Sherie started with what her boss had said, then her call to her Master and Mr Crandall, and then a very detailed description of their boss’ torture suite and the horse she had been made to sit on.

Talking about it was definitely a release and from her sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks, it seemed to be turning her confidant on.

Seeing the impact of her words in turn excited the submissive girl and she proceeded to go into great detail. About how much it hurt and how much it excited her. About how the shame only fed the fire of her submission.

The other woman kept stroking her hand, encouraging her to open up, to describe how it hurt and how that had turned her on.

She had just reached the point where she’d been cavity searched and fisted when they both realized how much time had passed and that they needed to get back to their desks.

Sherie would have gone to the ladies room and relieved the aching horniness if she hadn’t been forbidden from doing so.

Back at their desks they tried to lose themselves in their tasks but both women were highly distracted bt the memories of their conversation. Sherie managed to make two sales and set up phone appointments for three more. Beth, the office’s best sales rep, had closed five.

She smiled at Sherie and held up the paperwork as she headed over to turn it into their boss.

Pleased with her progress she went back to her computer and pulled up a YouTube video that taught her how to get that damned. gif off of her screen and set up a new password so it wouldn’t happen again.

There was only about 35 minutes left of this Friday and she daydreamed about the coming punishment from her Master. At about 10 minutes of, she got a buzz on her desk phone and saw from the light that it was Joanna.

She’d forgotten all about the new hours and days she was to be saddled with and assumed that’s what it was about. Oh well, that was her new normal.

Knocking on the boss’ door she was told to enter. And doing so, she was surprised to see Beth standing at the side of the desk looking at her with a smile that would have fit well on an evil Disney queen. This time she did not sit but stood in front of the desk with her head slightly bowed.

“Did you even read the email from Mr Crandall this morning?”

The words caught her off guard and she answered uneasily, “y-y-yes, Ma’am...”

“So you knew you were on probation and going to be watched very closely, correct?

“And that people were expected to report anything even slightly sexual in your behavior, correct?”

This was not going well at all.

“Yes, Ma’am...”

It was at that moment that she saw Beth put her phone on the desk and hit ‘Play.’

Hearing her own voice she suddenly realized that she had been betrayed! She looked up at the woman who had let her pour out her heart and reveled in her erotic narration and saw only a cold smile.

She wanted to scream. This was so much worse than the tortures she’d endured the night before.

Joanna stopped the recording just at the point where she had begun to describe the glass-walled torture chamber.

“You just couldn’t keep your filthy mouth shut, could you?” Joanna demanded.

Realizing that she was trapped she just receded into her slave personna.

“No, Ma’am.”

“So you decided to make this woman listen to your shameful tale instead. And she tells me you were aroused as you described your punishment.

“Is that true, Sherie? Did my punishments last night turn you on?”

“Yes, Ma’am, ” she replied in a breathy voice. “Yes, as much as my punishment hurt it also turned me on.”

The other two women glanced at each other with knowing smiles. They aleady knew she was a painslut but watching her admit it was fun.

“You’re lucky that Beth reported this to me and not to Mr Crandall.

“As it is, you’re still obviously in need of more discipline. So Beth and Derek and I have discussed the situation and made a decision.”

The mention of her Master surprised her but she made no sign of it.

“As the offended party, I believe Beth has a right to help correct you. But since Derek has already made plans for you to be severely punished for the next two days, she has agreed to surrender that right and join your Master tomorrow.”

“Personally, I’d love to have her join me in taking you upstairs and seeing if we could find a way to make you regret spewing that sexual filth.

“Well...” Joanna continued, “don’t you have anything to say?”