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 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."
"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! 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.
David sighed in pleasure when her warm mouth closed around his cock. He buried his fingers into her bleach blonde hair and said, "Good girl."
With a gentle pressure on the back of her head, he pushed Cheryl's face closer and closer to his body, and his throbbing shaft forced its way deeper into her mouth. Cheryl gagged when he hit the back of her throat, but the pressure never stopped.
Her colleagues crowded around to see Cheryl trapped against the side of her own desk, her mouth full of cock. Tears formed in her eyes when her nose pressed against David's body. He groaned in pleasure and said, "Take it all the way down. Show them you're a whore now."
David pulled back and thrust forward again, fucking Cheryl's face with his hard cock, for all of her colleagues to see, but she took it, or else he'd only push her, take more from her. Again and again he choked her, and the struggle to breathe consumed Cheryl. 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. Her hand slipped down her stomach, and she closed her eyes when she felt the wetness of her pussy through her panties.
Suddenly David's cock stilled in her mouth and he growled at someone. "What?"
"Look down, sir."
Cheryl froze when David took a step back. She could only imagine what she looked like. Eyes running, her tits wet with her own spit, her nipples hard as pebbles, and her hand rubbing her wet pussy, making a mess of her only clothes.
"Clear her desk."
With a nod from David, several pairs of hands grabbed Cheryl and lifted her off the floor. In seconds, she was on her back on the desk she'd worked at for years, her head dangling off the side.
"Get her panties."
Before she could protest, David jammed his cock back into Cheryl's mouth. One of his strong hands supported the back of her head, and the other squeezed her big tits. His cock twitched inside her throat at the feel of their firm softness.
"Don't be shy now, slut, keep playing with yourself."
No! Everyone could see now. Cheryl's cheeks burned a fierce red, and she balled her hands into fists and pushed them into her stomach.
"You started it, so keep going, show us you're a slut who loves to show off her wet little pussy."
Cheryl slid her hand down her body, and when she grazed her clit, pleasure flashed through her body, hot and shameful. The cock in her mouth muffled her moan, at least she hoped it did.
"Good girl, show me how much of a whore you are."
David grunted as he forced his cock back down her throat in one strong thrust. Again and again he pummeled her face with his cock, going faster and faster as he used her for his pleasure.
"I'm almost there, whore, if you cum before I cover your face, I'll let you get cleaned up."
David's breathing got more labored as his thrusts turned shallow, until finally he pulled out. His thick cock shone, slick from Cheryl's mouth. He held it in one hand and jerked his shaft, it pulsed inches from her face, aimed straight at her, ready to burst.
How much longer before he exploded and coated her face with cum? 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 got close, so much quicker than she could've ever believed. A moan slipped between her full lips, and her eyes widened when David sped up his stroking. 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 David's cum splashed her face as her body convulsed, and with every new shock of pleasure, more of the warm stuff covered her face, her tits... some landed in her mouth, her hair, it was everywhere, cum was all she could smell and taste 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 zipped up and 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?
