The end of the workday came without Nicole even realizing it. She had spent the entire afternoon at her desk, half-focused on her tasks, half-lost in the random, unpredictable jolts of vibration pulsing between her legs. Each shock from the toy scattered her thoughts, leaving her frazzled and flushed, yet somehow still productive.

It wasn’t until a coworker passed by her desk, after logging off their computer, with a cheerful wave, that she looked up. “Goodnight, Nicole,” they teased lightly, “hopefully Dani doesn’t keep you too late. You look like you’ve run a marathon.”

Nicole managed a strained smile, but her coworker had no idea. The exhaustion painted across her face wasn’t from work, it was from the toy’s relentless torment. Six hours of random sporadic jolts had left her nerves raw, her body on fire, and her composure hanging by a thread.

As the office emptied, silence settled in, the only barrier between her and Dani now the dark wooden door only a few feet behind her. Anticipation coiled in Nicole’s stomach. She stood abruptly, realizing how full her bladder was after draining water bottles all day without once leaving her seat.

Crossing the office, she hurried into the restroom and ducked into a stall. With a sigh of relief, she slipped off her skirt, the toy’s presence obvious now, just a bump pressing against the fabric of her panties. She relieved herself quickly, but when she reached to pull her underwear back up, her eyes caught on the toy. For a long moment she froze, staring down at the small piece of silicone that had dominated her every thought, every heartbeat since Dani's gift was put in place.

Sliding her panties back up, she wiggled her hips, letting the toy settle snugly against her sensitive skin again. Reaching for her skirt, which hung on the stall door’s hook, she paused. The restroom door creaked open. The sharp click of heels echoed against the tile.

Nicole froze, breath trapped in her chest. The footsteps drew closer. Louder. Slower. She knew those steps, knew them by heart.

Suddenly, the toy roared to life, somehow stronger than it had all day. Nicole cried out, hand shooting to the stall wall to steady herself as her knees buckled. Her hips dropped low, trembling, the sound of her muffled moan filling the small space.

The footsteps stopped. A shadow fell just outside the stall. The shiny toes of perfectly polished designer heels came into view beneath the door.

Then Dani’s voice, low, delighted, dripping with control.

“Hello, my wonderful pet.”

Nicole’s entire body shuddered at the sound, pleasure and shame colliding inside her.

Nicole’s breath caught in her throat. Dani’s voice slid through the thin air of the restroom like silk and steel all at once, igniting every nerve in her body. She clamped her palm over her mouth to muffle the sounds threatening to escape as the toy continued to thrum inside her, each pulse stronger, more consuming than the last. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, but it did nothing to ease the overwhelming pleasure, it only heightened it.

Her body shook violently, her back pressing against the cold metal of the stall partition. She dared not move, dared not make another sound, though her hips were betraying her, rolling against the toy without permission, with thoughts of their own.

From beneath the door, Dani’s shadow didn’t move. She was standing there, waiting, listening, no doubt reveling in every muffled whimper Nicole couldn’t quite contain. The thought of Dani standing so close, so composed, while she was unraveling in the stall nearly broke her. Shame and need twisted together in her chest, burning her cheeks crimson.

Nicole squeezed her eyes shut, whispering silently to herself, don’t break… don’t give in… but her body was screaming for release. The toy was merciless, the vibrations drilling into the core of her, dragging her higher and higher, until she felt like she was teetering on the razor edge of collapse.

And then, nothing.

The toy shut off without warning. The sudden silence was deafening. Nicole’s body seized, her muscles clenching desperately as if reaching for something that had already vanished. The denial was excruciating, leaving her gasping, trembling, clutching at the smooth surface of the stall door like a lifeline.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to sob. She wanted to beg Dani to turn it back on. But all she could do was stand there, shaking, her chest rising and falling in shallow, frantic breaths.

Finally, forcing herself upright, Nicole fumbled with her skirt and pulled it back on, her fingers trembling too badly to fasten the zipper at first. She steadied herself against the door and gathered enough strength to unlock the stall.

The lock clicked, and Nicole pushed the stall door open, heart still hammering in her chest.

She froze.

Dani was standing directly in front of her. One hand rested casually on her hip, the other pressed lightly against her chest, the sleek black remote glinting between her fingers. Her head tilted ever so slightly, a smile curving her lips in a predatory, amused, in complete control kind of way.

Nicole’s breath caught. The walls of the restroom suddenly felt too small, too close, as if they had been designed for this moment of capture.

“Well,” Dani purred, her voice low and deliberate, “look at you.” Her eyes flicked over Nicole from head to toe, lingering on the trembling in her legs, the flushed glow in her cheeks, the way her blouse clung to her chest from the effort of her frantic breathing. “You’re a mess, my pet.”

Nicole’s lips parted, but no words came. The remote in Dani’s hand was all she could see, her pulse syncing with the memory of its merciless vibrations.

Dani lifted it higher, holding it just between them as though it were a prize. “Do you realize,” she said softly, almost mockingly tender, “how beautiful you are when you fight for control? How much I enjoy watching you struggle?”

Nicole’s knees threatened to give out. Lust and heat rushed through her in equal measure, and she lowered her gaze, unable to hold Dani’s gaze for long.

A single finger from Dani’s free hand tilted Nicole’s chin up again, forcing her to look. “Don’t hide from me,” Dani whispered. “You belong to me… every tremble, every shiver, every drop of wetness you tried so hard to clean away.”

Nicole’s breath shuddered out of her chest.

With an almost playful smirk, Dani stepped closer, so near Nicole could smell the faint trace of her perfume, warm, expensive, intoxicating. She reached down, her hand brushing the hem of Nicole’s skirt, fingertips grazing the bare skin of her thigh.

Nicole whimpered, her body betraying her with a small, desperate lean into Dani’s touch.

The remote clicked.

The toy roared back to life against her sensitive clit, reigniting the nerves inside. Nicole’s body jolted, her hand flying out to grip the doorframe to steady herself as the pleasure ripped through her, stronger, deeper, crueler than before.

“Good girl,” Dani murmured, her lips dangerously close to Nicole’s ear. “Let me see how long you can last now that I’m here to watch.”

Nicole’s breath came in ragged bursts, the vibrations tearing through her as if every nerve ending had been wired directly to Dani’s hand on the remote. Her knees wobbled beneath her, but before she could collapse, Dani closed the distance, her body pressing firmly against Nicole’s.

“Shhh,” Dani whispered into her ear, her voice low and smooth, a velvet command. Her lips brushed the edge of Nicole’s ear as her hand slid slowly across her waist, grazing the edge of her blouse, fingertips trailing up just beneath her ribs before drifting back down again. “You’ve been so patient… haven’t you? Fighting so hard all day.”

Nicole whimpered, her body arching into the touches, craving more even as her mind screamed at her to hold back.

Dani’s other hand, the one not holding the remote, traced teasing circles along Nicole’s hip, moving higher, brushing just under the swell of her breast through the fabric of her blouse before retreating again, always pulling back the moment Nicole silently begged for more. “Every look, every twitch, every little gasp…” Dani murmured, her lips now grazing Nicole’s neck, “I’ve seen them all. You’ve been begging me without saying a word.”

The toy’s steady pulse grew stronger with another press of Dani’s thumb. Nicole’s legs trembled violently, her body trapped between the stall door and Dani’s unrelenting presence.

“I want you to let go for me, pet,” Dani coaxed, her voice both a command and a caress. “Don’t fight it anymore. You’ve earned this.”

The last of Nicole’s resistance shattered. With Dani’s lips brushing her ear, her hand possessively on her body, and the toy’s merciless rhythm inside her, the climax crashed over her like a wave she had been drowning beneath all day.

Nicole cried out, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound, her body convulsing against Dani’s as the orgasm tore through her. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, but it was too late. The heat and wetness spilled over, her body no longer to contain the squirt that had been building up all day through the tormenting teasing, the fluid running  down her legs in hot streams.

When it was finally over, Nicole slumped against the stall frame, shaking, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Slowly, painfully, she dared to lower her eyes. Her cheeks burned as she saw the evidence of her orgasm glistening down her inner thighs, pooling onto the polished tile beneath her heels.

Shame flooded her, and she bit her lip, her face flaming red.

Dani, however, only looked down with a slow, wicked smile. She clicked the remote off, pocketing it as her eyes lingered on the mess between Nicole’s feet. “My, my,” she murmured, her tone dripping with mockery, “look what you’ve done. Making such a filthy puddle in the middle of a company restroom.”

Nicole squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body hot with embarrassment.

Dani leaned in closer, her lips brushing the curve of Nicole’s cheek, whispering her final sting of teasing degradation. “You really are my perfect little mess, aren’t you?”

Nicole shuddered again, torn between humiliation and the lingering aftershocks of pleasure, her body betraying her with a tremor of want even as shame burned through her.

Nicole stood trembling, her breath still uneven, cheeks hot with shame. The puddle at her feet mocked her, the evidence of how completely she had surrendered. Dani, having stepped back, leaned casually against the tiled wall, her arms folded loosely, her eyes glittering with both satisfaction and hunger.

“Clean yourself up,” Dani murmured, her tone laced with that air of  command. “Start with your clothes. Take them off. One at a time.”

Nicole’s hands shook as they reached for her blouse. She unbuttoned it slowly, each snap of the fabric sounding far too loud in the empty restroom. As the blouse fell open, Dani’s voice came, smooth and taunting.

“Look at you,” she drawled, her gaze dragging over the thin fabric of the bra Nicole wore beneath. “Your chest is still rising and falling like a frightened little rabbit. So pretty when you’re helpless.”

Nicole swallowed hard, sliding the blouse off her shoulders. Next came the skirt, which she unzipped with trembling fingers before letting it fall around her ankles. Dani’s chuckle followed instantly.

“Mm. Those thighs…” Dani’s eyes traveled greedily over the skin still slick from Nicole’s squirting release. “You made such a mess of yourself, didn’t you? All day you pretended you could hold it back and now you’re standing here dripping like the needy little pet you are.”

Nicole squeezed her eyes shut, but she obeyed, stepping out of the pile of clothes until she was left standing in nothing but her bra, panties, and heels. Dani tilted her head, her grin widening.

“Shoes stay on,” she ordered. “But that bra…”

Nicole’s trembling hands reached behind her, fumbling with the clasp until it came loose. She let the straps slip down her arms, her breasts falling free. Dani’s sharp inhale filled the silence.

“There they are,” she murmured, her tone low and lustful. “Flushed, glistening, just begging for attention. You’ve been sweating for me, haven’t you? Working yourself into knots under my control.”

Finally, Nicole stood in only her panties and heels, her entire body bare to Dani’s gaze. The soaked cotton clung to her, darkened with the evidence of her climax. Dani’s eyes lingered there, unashamed, her smile turning wicked.

“Look at that,” she teased, stepping closer. “Completely soaked. You ruined them for me.”

Then she extended her hand, palm open, expectant. “The toy, pet.”

With her lip trembling, Nicole hooked her fingers into her panties, sliding them down her legs, the damp fabric sticking to her skin. The toy slipped free, slick and warm in her grasp. Pulling her panties back up, the missing toy allowed the cold wet fabric to press against her hypersensitive clit. She approached Dani hesitantly, holding out the silicone egg with both hands as though offering a sacred object.

Dani’s grin widened as she took it, her fingers brushing deliberately against Nicole’s palm. “Good girl.”

“Now,” she continued, leaning back against the wall again, folding her arms as if she were watching a private performance. “Clean yourself. Wipe down your thighs. Wipe the sweat off your chest. Fix your hair. I want to see you put yourself back together for me.”

Nicole turned toward the mirror above the sinks, her face crimson. She grabbed a wad of paper towels, wetting them under the faucet before running them down her inner thighs, erasing the sticky evidence of what Dani had pulled out of her. Then she wiped across her chest, her breasts rising and falling with the weight of her breath. Finally, she smoothed her hair, trying desperately to compose the wild strands that betrayed her.

Just as she began to calm, Dani moved. Silent as a predator, she closed the space between them until she was directly behind Nicole, her body pressing flush against Nicole’s backside. Strong hands gripped Nicole’s hips, firm and possessive.

Nicole froze, her wide eyes locking on Dani’s reflection in the mirror.

Dani leaned down, her lips so close that Nicole felt the whisper against her ear. “Do you see this?” she murmured, her voice molten with desire. “This is what I want. You weak, trembling, trying to hold yourself together while I tear you apart piece by piece.”

Her hips pressed more firmly against Nicole’s firm toned ass, the contact sending shivers through her.

“I own every breath you take, every drop of sweat, every desperate little cry,” Dani whispered, her mouth brushing the edge of Nicole’s ear. “And the best part, my sweet pet? You love it.”

Nicole’s breath caught, her body shuddering under the weight of Dani’s words, her reflection betraying both desire and undeniable, burning need.

Nicole stood still, frozen under Dani’s hands, staring at the mirror. Her reflection betrayed everything from her trembling thighs, the red marks of sweat and strain across her chest, the wildness in her hair she couldn’t quite tame. But most damning of all was her expression: pure lust interlaced with hunger.

Dani’s smirk widened as if she could read every thought written across Nicole’s flushed face. Her hands tightened on Nicole’s hips, fingers pressing deep enough that Nicole felt claimed in that single touch.

“Tell me,” Dani whispered against her ear, her tone commanding yet cruelly soft. “Do you like this, pet? Standing naked in your heels, dripping all over the restroom floor while I watch you clean yourself up like a mess I left behind?”

Nicole’s breath hitched. “Y-yes, Dani,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“Yes… what?” Dani pressed, her hand sliding slowly up Nicole’s ribcage, stopping just beneath her bare breast.

“Yes… Mistress,” Nicole stammered, cheeks blazing.

A dark chuckle vibrated against Nicole’s ear. “There she is. My obedient little pet. Finally learning her place.”

Nicole’s eyes flickered to the mirror again, watching her own humiliation play out as Dani began to toy with her. Her hands gliding deliberately around her waist, brushing teasingly close to where Nicole still ached. Each touch was light, maddening, just enough to spark but not enough to satisfy.

“You love it, don’t you?” Dani murmured. “Being owned. Being reduced to this, to a toy I can wind up and unravel whenever I choose.”

Nicole swallowed hard, that fire burning through her chest, but her body betrayed her, arching back into Dani’s touch, her thighs trembling again. “I… I do,” she admitted, her voice small, almost a whimper. “I love it.”

“Good girl.” Dani’s approval was like a spark in Nicole’s belly. One of Dani’s hands slid up to Nicole’s throat, not squeezing, just resting there, a reminder of who was in control. The other hand drifted lower, skimming along the tops of Nicole’s thighs where her skin was freshly wiped clean but still sensitive, still buzzing.

“I want to test you,” Dani said suddenly, her tone shifting into something sharper, colder. “Drop to your knees. Right here. On this filthy floor you’ve already stained.”

Nicole’s eyes widened in the mirror. The restroom tiles, cold and dirty under the harsh fluorescent lights, felt like an impossible order. Yet her legs moved before she even thought, bending, lowering her until her bare knees touched the ground. The chill shot up through her, but so did the heat of Dani’s satisfaction radiating above her.

Dani looked down at her, one brow arched. “Look at you. My pretty assistant, reduced to kneeling at my feet, flushed and shaking.” She tilted Nicole’s chin up with a single finger. “And yet you’re smiling.”

Nicole hadn’t realized she was, hadn't realized that her lips curved faintly, almost guiltily, as though the degradation lit something deep inside her she didn’t dare name aloud.

“Say it,” Dani ordered. “Tell me why you’re smiling, pet.”

Nicole’s throat tightened. “Because… because I love being yours. Even like this.”

“Even like this?” Dani teased, her voice dripping with mockery. “Kneeling naked on a dirty bathroom floor, your thighs still sticky from the mess you made, begging for my attention?”

“Yes,” Nicole breathed. “Especially like this.”

Dani laughed softly, leaning down, her breath warm against Nicole’s hairline. “You’re better than I thought. Not just obedient, but eager. You crave the leash, don’t you?”

Nicole’s heart pounded. She nodded, eyes shining up at Dani. “Yes, Mistress.”

The word came easier now, a surrender that felt almost like relief.

“Then here’s your first true lesson,” Dani said, straightening and stepping back slightly, forcing Nicole to tilt her head back to keep her eyes on her. “You don’t exist in this building as my assistant anymore. You exist as my pet. And if you want to keep this privilege…” Her lips curled wickedly. “…then you’ll prove you can endure whatever I demand.”

Nicole’s body shuddered, part fear, part exhilaration. Deep down, she wanted nothing more.

Dani’s voice cut through the haze of her trembling body.

“On all fours, pet.”

Her breath caught, but she obeyed without question, lowering herself from her knees until she was posed like an animal, her hands braced wide, her back arching instinctively to present her ass, head bowed in anticipation. The harsh lights above only emphasized the position she had taken without protest.

Dani moved closer, crouching at Nicole’s side, one hand grazing down her spine with deliberate slowness before resting at her hip. Nicole felt Dani’s fingers hook the waistband of her drenched panties, tugging them down over her trembling thighs. The soaked fabric clung stubbornly to her skin, peeling away inch by inch until it slid past her knees, down her calves.

“Lift your feet for me,” Dani commanded, her voice rich and dark.

Obediently, Nicole raised each foot in turn, the toes of her high heels clicking softly against the tile. Dani tugged the panties free and let them dangle in her hand, the sight of them glistening with evidence making Nicole shudder.

Dani leaned closer, still crouched at her side, as she spoke. “Look up, pet.”

Nicole’s eyes lifted, meeting Dani’s smirk in the mirror across the restroom. Dani took the crumpled panties and, with slow, almost ceremonial precision, pushed them over Nicole’s head, letting the damp fabric settle around her neck. The soaked material hung heavy against her collarbone, clinging to her skin.

“There,” Dani purred, giving the panties a little tug so Nicole felt their presence. “A collar… for now. Fitting, don’t you think? Dirty, wet panties for my dirty, wet pet.”

Nicole’s cheeks blushed again, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Anticipation seared through her veins but so did a pulse of raw, undeniable desire.

Dani rose smoothly, collecting the discarded pile of Nicole’s clothes in her arms, leaving her on all fours in nothing but her heels and the humiliating makeshift collar. She walked around to stand before Nicole, tilting her head as she surveyed the trembling figure before her.

“Open your mouth,” Dani ordered.

Nicole obeyed, lips parting. Dani bent, sliding the corner of Nicole’s blouse between her teeth. Nicole felt the fabric push against her tongue, the taste of cotton dry against her mouth. Dani straightened, gripping the opposite end of the blouse firmly in her hand.

“Good girl,” she murmured, giving the fabric a slow, deliberate tug. “Follow your Mistress.”

With a measured grace, Dani turned toward the door, pulling gently on the makeshift leash. Nicole crawled forward, her hands and knees pressing into the cold tile, the blouse stretched taut between them.

The door swung open, and they crossed the threshold back into the office. The shift from the private restroom to the wide, glass-walled hallway made Nicole’s humiliation bloom deeper in her chest. She kept her head low, crawling faithfully behind Dani, the panties heavy around her neck, the blouse tugging at her mouth like reins.

Dani glanced back, her smirk sharpened by the office lighting. “You look exquisite, pet. The sway of your hips… the curve of your back… every movement is delicious. Like a well-trained dog.”

Nicole’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t stop herself from feeling the pride that shimmered beneath her embarrassment that made her crawl smoother, her body responding to Dani’s approval. Each deliberate step of her hands and knees carried her closer to Dani’s office.

As she passed her own desk, Nicole’s eyes flicked toward it, a fleeting thought breaking through the haze. Just this morning, it had been so normal, just a desk, a stack of paperwork, and a small gift box resting on the surface. The toy inside had seemed like a private thrill, a secret. She never could have imagined it would lead to this, to her crawling naked across the office floor, panties around her neck like a collar, blouse clamped between her teeth like a leash, following her Mistress home.

And yet, she realized with a rush of heat… she wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Nicole’s heart lurched when she realized Dani wasn’t steering her toward the sanctuary of the office door. The tug of the blouse in her mouth shifted direction, pulling her toward her own workspace, toward her desk, her chair, her little corner of control.

Her eyes widened as Dani came to a stop right there, sliding Nicole’s chair out of the way with a firm push before perching herself on the edge of the desk, directly above the scattered paperwork and photos that marked the space as Nicole’s own. The audacity of it, the invasion, made Nicole’s pulse quicken.

She lifted her gaze timidly, the blouse still clamped between her teeth, and her eyes traced the length of Dani’s leg. Her calf, her knee, the smooth, commanding line of her thigh… and then higher. Dani’s legs were spread just enough for Nicole to see the soft grey fabric of her panties, darkened by an unmistakable wet patch. The sight stole Nicole’s breath, hunger and desire tangling inside her chest.

Dani’s smirk deepened as she caught Nicole’s stare. “Look at you,” she murmured. “On your knees at your own desk, and yet you can’t stop staring at what you want.” Her fingers brushed lightly over the damp fabric, circling the wet spot deliberately. “This space… your little desk, your neat little world. I think it’s time I claimed it. I want you to remember every time you sit here who owns you. Who you serve. Even when you’re working, pet.”

Nicole whimpered, heat rushing through her body as Dani slid forward slightly, positioning herself for easy access. “Please me,” Dani ordered, voice sharp and low. “Right here. On your desk. Show me you understand what you are.”

Nicole crawled closer, her chest pressed almost to the carpet as she positioned herself between Dani’s knees. Her breath came in short, desperate bursts, the evidence of her Mistress’s arousal just inches away.

“Undress me,” Dani commanded softly, but with steel beneath the words. She leaned back on her hands, hips tilted toward Nicole. “From the waist down. Strip me bare.”

Nicole reached instinctively for the waistband before freezing, the weight of Dani’s smirk pressing down on her.

“Pets don’t have hands,” Dani reminded her smoothly. “I suppose you’ll have to manage with your teeth.”

Embarrassment and desire collided in Nicole’s chest as she leaned forward, her teeth catching on the elastic waistband. She tugged carefully, awkwardly, lowering the panties an inch at a time, her tongue brushing the salty-sweet taste of Dani's wetness as she worked. Dani let out a soft, approving laugh, lifting her hips to make the task easier.

“Good girl,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Use that pretty mouth. Show me just how much you’re willing to give up for me.”

The fabric slid slowly down Dani’s thighs, baring her inch by inch. Nicole’s breath grew hotter, her cheeks burning at the degrading act but her body trembled with need, craving more of Dani’s approval, more of her control.

Nicole’s hands clutched the edges of the desk, her knuckles whitening as Dani’s voice cut through the haze of her desire.

“Enough teasing,” Dani murmured, the low timbre of her command vibrating straight through Nicole’s chest. “You will use that mouth properly. Now.”

Nicole obeyed instantly, leaning forward  fully between Dani’s spread thighs, as she braced herself on her knees, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. Her eyes flicked up for a brief second, meeting Dani’s gaze to see a mixture of lust and imperious control that stole what little composure she had left.

Dani’s hands slid into Nicole’s hair, guiding her movements, her hips pressing lightly against Nicole’s head. “Yes… just like that, pet. Show me that you are mine.”

The heat and shame of performing at her own desk, in the space she had barely had the chance to claim as her own, burned Nicole even hotter. She moved with trembling precision, her tongue and lips doing exactly what Dani demanded. Every subtle sound, every breathless gasp from her Mistress, sent jolts of pleasure and pride coursing through Nicole, making her knees wobble against the floor.

“Harder… faster,” Dani whispered, her hips pressing closer, her fingers tangling in Nicole’s hair. “I want every bit of your face covered in my wetness.”

Nicole obeyed, her body shaking as she felt Dani’s muscles tense above her. The smell, the heat, the slickness of her Mistress overwhelmed her senses. Every twitch and pull from Dani’s hips was amplified by Nicole’s racing heartbeat, every nerve screaming with the pleasure of serving.

And then, Dani’s body betrayed her, shuddering violently. Her back arched, her chest lifted, and a low, guttural moan escaped her lips. She tensed completely, every muscle coiling and trembling as her climax tore through her with the same intensity that had left Nicole breathless in the restroom not so many moments ago.

“Oh I’m cumming, pet. Fuck, I’m cumming. Lick your Mistress. Taste your Mistress as she cums all over your face.” The warm fluid bursted free from within Dani, splashing Nicole across her face. Nicole continued licking and sucking on the swollen clit between her teeth as the squirt of her Mistress ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts.

Nicole’s hands held on tightly to the desk, her body shivering as Dani’s heat pressed against her face and throat. She could feel every shudder, every sharp intake of breath, every twitch that rippled through her Mistress, leaving her dizzy with exhaustion and awe.

When Dani finally slumped back, spent and trembling, she let go of Nicole’s hair slowly, her fingers trailing along her jaw with lingering ownership. “Good girl,” she whispered, voice rough with lingering ecstasy. “You’ve pleased me… perfectly.”

Nicole’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her face flushed, her knees weak, yet there was an undeniable thrill curling through her, a fierce pride in her submission, in the obedience that had brought her Mistress to such heights right here on her own desk.

She lowered her head slightly, trembling, cheeks still burning as Dani smirked down at her.

Dani slid gracefully from the edge of Nicole’s desk, smoothing her skirt back into place as though nothing had happened, though her cheeks were still flushed, her chest rising and falling a little heavier than normal. Nicole remained frozen on her knees, back straight, palms resting lightly on her thighs, every inch of her trembling with the effort to stay still and obedient.

Dani bent, scooping up the panties Nicole had stripped from her moments ago. Without a word, she laid them neatly across Nicole’s keyboard, the damp fabric looking completely out of place against the cold plastic. “Keep these,” Dani murmured, her voice rich and deliberate, “as a reminder of the day you became mine. The day you were officially owned.”

Nicole’s chest tightened at the words, a wave of both pride and satisfaction shuddering through her body. She didn’t dare move, didn’t dare speak.

As Dani crossed the short space to her office, her hand dragged slowly, tenderly, through Nicole’s hair. The touch was deceptively soft, but commanding all the same. Nicole didn’t flinch, didn’t turn, she knelt still as stone, her eyes lowered to the carpet in silent acknowledgment of who she now was.

At her door, Dani rested one hand on the handle. She paused, turning her head just enough to look back at Nicole. A smirk played on her lips. “That will be all for today, pet. Be sure to log off before you leave. I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

With that, she slipped inside, the quiet click of the door closing punctuating her command.

Nicole remained still until the sound of Dani’s office latch fell silent. Only then did her body move, slowly, carefully as though the weight of the moment pressed down on her bones. Rising shakily to her feet, she gathered her scattered clothing. Her skin was still wet with a mixture of sweat and the sweet nectar of her Mistresses sex, her body still buzzing from everything that had been taken from her, given to her, demanded of her.

Piece by piece, she dressed at her own desk, surrounded by the echoes of what had just happened. The panties laid across her keyboard were impossible to ignore. She slid her blouse over her shoulders, smoothed her skirt down her thighs, buttoned each button with trembling fingers. Her thoughts raced, the restroom walls, Dani’s whispers, her own desk, the word “owned” reverberating endlessly in her mind.

She slipped her shoes back on, collected her bag and shoved the gifted panties inside and finally exhaled as she stepped from behind her desk. She had made it through the day.

But then, her body locked. Her eyes darted upward.

The black dome of a security camera glared down at her from the corner of the ceiling. Nicole’s breath caught in her throat. From this angle… her desk, her knees, Dani perched above her, everything.

Her chest grew tight. Slowly, painfully, her head turned, scanning the ceiling. Another camera in the far corner. Another near the entrance. Her blood ran cold as realization crashed over her. From the moment she crawled from the restroom, blouse in her mouth, panties at her throat, trailing behind Dani like a pet, every second had been captured. Watched. Recorded.

Her stomach twisted. The security guards. They would have seen everything. Every humiliating detail.

Her legs felt like lead as she forced herself toward the exit, the thought echoing louder with every step: she would have to walk past them. Past the men who now knew her shame, who had watched her reduced to obedience and owned pleasure.

The weight of it nearly stole her breath as the door loomed ahead.

Nicole’s heels clicked faintly against the polished floor as she forced herself down the hall, each step heavier than the last. Her throat was dry, her skin burning with the knowledge that her humiliation wasn’t confined to Dani’s office anymore. The cameras. The angles. The guards.

And then she saw them.

Every single one of them. Not just the two who usually sat behind the desk, but all of them, every uniformed guard in the building, clustered near the exit like they had been waiting just for her.

Her stomach dropped. It was no coincidence.

As soon as her eyes met theirs, she knew. The first had seen it, called the rest, and they had all gathered to watch. Every second of her crawling obedience, every muffled gasp, every shameful display on her own desk. They had seen all of it.

“Well, well…” one of them grinned, leaning lazily on the counter, “looks like we’ve got the newest star of our favorite channel. Can’t believe they air this show live.”

Another guard chuckled, his eyes raking over her with shameless familiarity. “The way you obeyed her… never seen anything like it.”

A third leaned In, smirking as though sharing a private joke. “If you ever need a warm-up before your shift, sweetheart, I’ll volunteer. Hell, we’d all line up.”

The others laughed, murmuring crude commentary, snippets of what they had seen, fragments of her shame spoken aloud as if replaying her own degradation for her all over again. Nicole’s skin burned, her cheeks on fire. She kept her head down, clutching her bag to her chest, her pace quickening.

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t.

The humiliation pressed down harder with each step until finally she was through the glass doors, out into the night air, the sound of their laughter following her like a shadow. She nearly stumbled in her rush to her car, fumbling her keys, throwing herself into the driver’s seat.

The door shut with a slam, sealing her in silence. She sat there, breath shallow, chest heaving, hands gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white.

Tomorrow she would have to come back. She would have to walk past them again. She could only pray they wouldn’t spread what they saw to her coworkers, that her professional life wouldn’t collapse under the weight of her private degradation.

Her heart hammered. She pressed her forehead to the wheel, willing herself to breathe, to think, to steady the trembling in her limbs.

And then, almost without realizing it, her hand slid into her bag. Her fingers closed around the damp fabric Dani had left her with.

She pulled the panties free, raising them slowly. The scent clung to them, warm, intoxicating, undeniably hers. Nicole closed her eyes as she pressed them to her nose, breathing deeply.

A shiver ran through her. Not of shame this time, but of longing.

No matter what the guards saw. No matter what tomorrow brought.

Nothing would stop her from serving her Mistress.