Office Punishment/Go back to her desk
From Create Your Own Story
Her reflection had no answers to offer, it threw her own desperate look back at her. She slowly and reluctantly pulled the last piece of her uniform out if it's box.
A dog collar! It was black leather, with black velvet lining, and chromed steel fittings. It was easily the most expensive part of her new ensemble.
But the worst part was the chrome tag. On one side was stamped the company logo. On the other was a single word.
"Cherry"
Her instructions were clear, this was her new name! This is the only thing she was allowed to go by at work, This is what everyone is gonna call her. And worse, its how she'd have to refer to herself.
She holds the leather and chrome object with utter disgust, like it was some, filthy, unclean thing from the gutter. If she did this, she was submitting to be renamed! She'd be admitting that she was their pet. Nothing more than a dog.
"No choice." She fastens it around her creamy, slender neck. Trying not to think of the implications as it locks with a click. She's need Mister Doherty to unlock it at the end of the day.
Cheryl closed her eyes as a wave of unwanted excitement made her stomach clench. This wasn't her choice, she didn't want this, she'd make it through this, no matter what. The heat in her stomach still lingered, but she pushed it down and opened her eyes, grabbed the duffel, and turned away from her new self.
On her way out of the bathroom, her hand lingered on the cool wood of the door for a long moment before she pushed it open and made her way down the hallway. Her hooker pumps, clicking on the tiles. It was no different than her expensive Italian heels, she thought. nothing special. It's not like every set of eyes in the office was glued to her jiggling tits or her pert ass.
Cheryl made it to her desk to find David leaned against it, his arms folded across his chest as he looked her up and down. "You look great, Cherry. Those suits hid a lot more than I expected them to." He pulled out a leather handled chrome leash that matched her collar, and pointed down at the floor. "Get on your knees."
"Isn't this enough? I need to get to work."
Cheryl dodged around David, her eyes aimed down. She knew what he was watching, and she didn't want to think about it. Work would distract her.
David's hand on her stomach stopped her dead in her tracks, and he forced her hip against the edge of her desk. "Enough? Cherry, you're the office whore, not some pin-up girl whose job's to look good."
He kept her in place as he moved in front of her. Before Cheryl could even try to break free, he'd pulled the cups of her bra down and pushed them under her tits, which put her proud globes on full display. David pinched her nipples between his fingers and pulled downward as he said, "On your knees, Cherry. I need show everyone this isn't a joke."
Startled, Cheryl looked up wide-eyed to find David's eyes trained on her, focused, his features unyielding. She dropped to her knees, a strange confusion blooming in her stomach.
"Sorry."
He attaches the leash to her collar. "I know you're sorry, but that's not enough."
Kneeling submissively before him, Cheryl could only watch as he swept everything dramatically off of her desk. "I want everyone on this floor here, now" David barked.
It wasn't long before the entire office was gathered around as instructed. Cruel smiles on their faces, and camera phones in their hands.
"This is your first lesson, Cherry." He picked her up, and sat her her desk. "It doesn't matter who's watching, or where you are, you still have to do your job." He reached down and pinched her nipples again, twisting them between his fingers, while pushing her back so she lay on her desk.
Cheryl is then taken by surprise as he swiftly lifts her legs, spreading them, and moves her thong to one side. Exposing her to everyone. "Masturbate."
Cheryl's hands immediately balled into fists. She turned her head to the side, blushing furiously as and fought to ignore everyone staring at her bald sex. "David no! Please! Everyone can see"
"You're a whore now, Cherry, and whores get paid to suck cock, you need to learn that." He grabbed her chin, making her look at him. "Every blowjob you give chips five dollars off your debt." He takes her left hand and moves it to her left breast. "A facial gets you twenty dollars." He takes her right hand and moves it to her crotch. "Looking at it like that, a little show isn't such a big deal is it?"
Something gave, and Cheryl began to rub her clit. Her left hand playing with the nipples that David had got hard for her.
He ran his fingers affectionately through her bleach blonde hair and said, "Good girl."
Her colleagues crowded around to see Cheryl straddling her desk, legs spread wide. Tears formed in her eyes when David gave a tug on her leash "That's it Cherry. Show them you're a whore now."
Cheryl's face burned with shame, as she continued play with herself for all of her colleagues to see, but she didn't stop. She had to make it through this.
But she was crumbling, the excited voices of her colleagues tore at her. She couldn't listen to them. They weren't there, she was alone, thinking of last week, when she told Tim to just take whatever he wanted from her, he'd deserved it after a great fourth date, and she'd been horny. She closed her eyes, focusing on happy memories as her pussy finally started to get wet.
Her barred, perfect breasts began to heave, as her breathing audibly increased. "That's it Cherry, go deeper."
She hesitated. "Don't be shy now, slut, keep playing with yourself."
She moved a finger to her now very wet opening. The scraping of her long press-on nails, sending electric waves through her.
"There you go. Keep going, show us you're a slut who loves to show off her wet little pussy."
Cheryl slid her finger into her pussy. pleasure flashed through her body, hot and shameful. A moan slipped between her full lips.
"Good girl, show me how much of a whore you are." David pulled out his phone, and activated a portable speaker he'd set up earlier.
Cheery Pie by Warrant erupted from the device. "If you cum before the song is over, your show will end here. If not? We'll have an encore."
She was going to have to orgasm in front of everyone. Shame wrenched Cheryl's stomach when the thought made her pussy clench. This wasn't her. Her body responded to her desperate hands, to the eyes on her body, the humiliation.
She could no longer keep her colleagues out of her head. They hooted and hollered, they cat called. Each barb deepening her humiliation and degradation.
She got close, so much quicker than she could've ever believed. and her eyes widened as the song neared it's end. She had to go faster, quicker, anybody could hear the slick sounds of her hand as it rubbed away at her clit. Can't think of that now.
Her body tensed up for the longest second, and Cheryl groaned in the back of her throat as a burst of pleasure exploded in her body. The first jet of her of her sex juices squirted out of her body. She convulsed, and with every new shock of pleasure, more of the warm stuff sprayed the floor in front of her desk, it was everywhere. An incredible relief washed over Cheryl, as she came on top of her own desk, in the middle of what used to be her office.
David let out a deep breath before he clapped his hands. "Back to work, everyone. Anyone who wants some time with the company whore needs to send me a request, and to be very clear: if I don't approve it, it doesn't happen. Cherry isn't free game, so to speak."
He looked back down at Cheryl and said, "Clean yourself up."
He turned and left, and not long after, the office returned to its normal, busy state. Everything was as it always was, except for Cheryl, panting as she lay exhausted on her desk, reeking of sex.
As soon as she recovered, Cheryl straightened herself out, she strode over to the bathroom where this whole mess started and slammed the door shut behind her. The reflection that stared back at her this time shocked her. She looked like a freshly used whore.
No, she refused.
She twisted the tap's knob until a spout of water sprayed into the sink, dousing her stomach in cold droplets. She didn't care. Handfuls of water splashed into her face again and again. She let it run down her chest and make her clean again. She dried herself as best she could with paper towels.
Then she washed her panties off in the sink, drying them with the hand blower. She pulled them back on, and re-did her slutty make-up with the compact and stuff from her purse. The whole process made her feel like a cheap truck stop hooker. But at least she was clean of cum.
Only then did she give herself another look. Back to looking like a street walker, strolling for her next trick. It was sadly a reflection she was getting used to.
Cheryl took a deep breath and went back to work.
What happens next?
