She was sitting at her desk at work when she had to go to the supply closet to get herself a new pen. When she got there and entered, the door suddenly closed behind her. She panicked a little and checked the door... it would not open.

"Don't worry!" a voice called from behind a row of shelves.

She could not see who it was, but it was a man's voice. The motion sensor did not turn on the lights, and it was pretty dark, but in the dim light that remained, she sensed, and then felt his hands grab her arms from behind and guide her a few feet away.

"Undress for me now, slave!" commanded the voice as he let go of her.

She didn't know what was happening or who the voice was, but calling her “slave” was both a little scary and quite arousing. For some reason she was not afraid, and her erotic nature wanted to see where this was going, to see if it would become a kinky adventure. The voice was silent now, but she decided to do as he asked and began to undress: first she kicked her sandals off, then removed her blouse and jeans, followed by her bra and panties. She stood naked, waiting.

"Very good. Now I will guide you to the pillory," the voice said.

"Pillory," she thought. "This is a supply closet; there is no pillory."

"Oh, but there is," the voice answered, seeming to know her thoughts.

Gripping her arms from behind her, the mystery man guided her a short distance and stopped. He put one hand around her abdomen, pushed on her back with his other hand to bend her over, then guided her forward, letting her feel ahead with her hands. She soon felt the bottom part of a pillory! She put her wrists and neck into the half-holes, knowing it was what he wanted, and the man lowered the top part of the pillory onto her. She was trapped in the device, and now she felt the man adjusting its height, lowering it so her body was bent over at ninety degrees.

Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and her senses were alive to any sound or motion, so she heard the tinkling noise of what turned out to be a spreader bar. He put collars on her ankles and attached them to the bar, spreading her legs wide. Then she heard more noises, and soon he attached nipple clamps to her breasts, connected by a chain. She was spread wide, feet flat on the floor, with nipple clamps gripping her tender buds tightly. Helpless and unable to see behind her, she could do nothing except sigh in pain when he pulled down on the chain, pulling her nipples hard.

Any arousal was lost on her at the moment, but soon she felt a finger at her pussy, and that felt good. The pain in her nipples was temporarily replaced by a wetness growing in her cunt as he ran his fingers through her slit. He spread her pussy lips open and fingered her, and her wetness spread. The wonderful feeling hit her hard, and she felt so alive, wanting more as she moved her ass about, trying to press her pussy against those fingers.

Sensing her need, he pushed his fingers harder against her slit, then pressed a finger into her. He quickly added a second finger and began to stroke her in and out. She squirmed in delight at the erotic feel and moved her hips to meet his fingers' thrusts. Suddenly, he rotated his fingers inside her and curled them to scratch her G-spot, while his thumb began to rub her clit. She was in heaven at the feel of his fingers in her, coupled with the attention on her swelling clit. He worked her inside and out as she moaned loudly with pleasure. She became so aroused that she had to raise up on her toes, an uncontrolled reaction to the sensations she was feeling.

Her pussy was now so wet that she was oozing her juices onto his hand. She was so turned that her legs were writhing, buckling at the knees, and her rear swayed despite her head and hands being locked in the pillory. She moaned loudly as her every sense was locked up in the feelings emanating from her soaking wet cunt. And then he pulled the chain connecting the nipple clamps, and the pain and accompanying jolt of arousal shot through her.

She jerked and came with an intensity born of the helplessness she felt being locked in the pillory, while the nerves in her pussy were overwhelmed by this man's fingers. She rocked and squirmed as much as she could, anything to burn the sexual energy she had to expel. The man continued to finger-fuck her, grazing her G-spot while rubbing her clit, driving her to new heights of ecstasy. She came and came, one orgasm rolling into the next, her cunt sopping wet and soaking his fingers. It went on and on until she was finally spent, weak and exhausted. She lost consciousness for a moment as the pillory held her up.

When she recovered, her senses returned, and she became aware again. She realized she was no longer restrained by the pillory, but was standing and leaning against a section of shelves, her left forearm holding her up with her body at an angle. Her legs were spread, but there was no spreader bar holding them apart, and no clamps hurting the nipples. It was still dim in the closet... and eerily quiet.

"Are you there?" she asked meekly, but there was no answer.

What happened?

A moment ago, there was a man and a pillory, a spreader bar and nipple clamps, but now they were all gone. Yet the orgasms were real, and she was still soaking wet. She was standing naked in the closet, but realized that her right hand was at her pussy. This made no sense. What happened to the man in the closet? Was there ever a man in the closet? Could he have been a ghost? Or had she been lost in a daydream and given herself an orgasm as she leaned against the shelves in the dark? Would she ever know?

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