Many of you think that simply the act of masturbating at work, while working at my desk, is “bad” enough. Risky, dangerous, slutty. (Ok yes, it is, but I’m used to it now)

Being dominated from afar on top of that? Another notch.

It’s just an innocuous little bullet vibe shoved inside my panties, nestled in my cunt, with the controller in my pocket. If it’s off it is barely noticeable after awhile, I almost forget it’s there.

But add in a dildo shoved up my cunt, left there for hours, and you have a deeper shade of slut.

Yeah, a dildo. My wooden one. I can do this because it’s short and has the larger ball. It’s 5.6″ in length. I actually couldn’t get it far enough in me to totally disappear, so about maybe oh…1/2″? almost an inch? sticks out. Thankfully I have extra padding…heh…and so sitting isn’t too terrible. I just have to be conscious of it, ease down, my pelvis tilted back slightly. In this position the dildo is firmly pressed against the upper wall of me, the area of my g-spot if it exactly hitting my g-spot most of the time. This means that my clit is even more sensitive, orgasm is much easier and quicker. I am filled so much it is almost painful since it is a hard unforgiving material – the thick ball end is 1.9″ around.

Every step I take, the dildo screams its presence. His presence, actually, for even though I begged R to let me put it in last week during a day he intended to take as many orgasms from me as possible it is there because of him. R had originally spoken of getting me a vaginal plug for some work-time torture, something thick wide and filling. A plug would have a flat base and be a bit shorter, and therefore a bit easier for me to deal with in sitting and walking.

I went to the restroom to outfit my cunt with the tools to be his whore for the day. The dildo inside of me, the bullet vibe firmly against my clit. As I sat back down and experienced this for the first time this way, he instructed me to turn on the vibe. In 10 minutes, with the vibe only on low, I was begging for him to return to the computer to give me permission to come. The orgasm is so much more attainable with my cunt filled.

Normally there is more time in between orgasms but not today. 30 minutes later he switches mode again and begins the verbal torture.

I can’t wait to take the toys you lay out for me and just use them on you, btw. See how they fit, watch as you are on hands and knees before me. Using you as a thing to play with and experiment on for my curiosity.

close now, Sir

call you filthy names and sneer at you while I do it. “What kind of garbage comes to a hotel just to have toys shoved in her cunt for another’s amusement? So easily hands her flesh over to somebody she’s never actually met?”

And I know you’d love it all the while. Secretly…… longingly… you’d love to hand yourself over to me like that. Become a thing ….. an object.

Yes, sir I would

Please….please can I come Sir?

And at his permission, I slide off my chair to my knees. Resting my weight on the flat of my lower legs on the floor, I spread my knees wide. With my half-partition I am just about hidden from view of all that pass by my desk. If anyone saw me down there I would simply say I’m untangling a power cord. Yes, untangling a cord, with both hands down my pants. Unzipped and shoved down below my tummy so that both hands have easy access to spread my lips wide and expose my clit. With the bullet pressed hard to my sweet spot I am rocking the dildo just barely.  The combined actions result in another swift and powerful orgasm. This time I am grateful for my shelter as I would not have been able to keep my mask on, to hide the orgasm.

The slut on the floor, her pulsing cunt secretly filled with toys, zippers her pants back up and attempts to regain composure.

But I screwed up a bit. I always do (funny, that). I did not have express permission to turn that bullet up to high when I was trying to come.  He keeps this in mind.

During lunch I am told that at 12:30 exactly I am to have everything back in place, bullet on (I had to give myself a break for a bit, things were getting tender). We are deep in discussion about something and 12:30 passes by for me. I forgot. Another infraction.

I was also a bit of a bratty smartass during our conversation. Normally fine. During times like this it only adds fuel to the fire. His dominance on high and my submission tested to the fullest, he ended up keeping me at the edge for about an hour and a half until I broke down. I did not expect to, but I hit my wall and in the blink of the eye I disintegrated. Just as quickly playtime was over and he did his best to comfort my return down from the high known as sub-space. The crash of adrenalin and body giving out. I was exhuasted that night and slept long and hard. Come morning all was well and the invisible lasso of D/s between us tightened just a bit more.

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