… solipsubmissive …

This is a continuation.  You might want to begin here:  kathryn’s lesson

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Two minutes to five. Kathryn looked away from the computer to gather her purse and other belongings, pulled out her keys and set everything on the edge of the desk. All she had to do was log off, scoop up her things and go. If she hurried, she could make it to the parking lot and into her car without running into William. She reached for the mouse.

And then it popped up. The instant message. Kathryn thought she would weep.

• WilliamL: Leaving so quickly?:
• KathrynS: It is five o’clock, Sir.
• WilliamL:  But you gathered your things a full five minutes early. As I see it, you owe the company some time.
• KathrynS: I’m sorry, Sir.
• WilliamL: My office.

The IM window closed abruptly, underscoring the fact that he had complete control over every aspect of her life in this office. It was why she hurried to get away. At home, at least, she could pretend she hadn’t become a depraved office slut.

Kathryn logged off the computer and stood. She left her things on the desk where she had placed them and began walking toward William’s office. She passed scores of other workers, all heading in the opposite direction. More than one glanced at her attire, the women with derision, the men with appreciation.

For William had decided to control even the way she dressed. And Kathryn was smart enough to know that it had little to do with the sort of clothing he appreciated. No. He was dressing her in outfits meant to humiliate her and remind her of her situation. Today had been the first “dress up” day,which was the way she had come to think of it.

The package that arrived in her cubicle the day before had seemed so innocent. Just another box of samples delivered up from the mailroom. She’d set it aside and completed the memo she’d been working on. The new catalogue was due out in less than a month, and she’d found glaring typographical errors throughout. She finished, hit send, then turned her attention to the box.

She opened it, reached inside and unfolded the scrap of leather. A slip of paper fluttered to the floor, but Kathryn paid it no attention. The skirt she held in her hands, a short affair in brazen red, didn’t look like anything they’d carry in their rather austere collection. Confused, she put it down, then reached for the scrap of paper on the floor. It contained two lines:

The skirt was obscenely short. She peeked into the box and rummaged around. A sheer blouse, red lace bra, panties and garters, sheer black silk stockings with a seam, and a boxy dress jacket. Her hand trembled as she reached in and pushed aside the jacket. Red stiletto pumps were nestled in the bottom of the box. She’d dumped everything back inside the box and, blushing, pushed it under her desk. When five PM arrived, she took it and went home.

Your manner of dress does not please me. You will wear this tomorrow. WL

 Though she’d battled herself all night as to whether or not she would actually wear the whorish outfit, when morning arrived, she’d dressed grimly. There was no question. She had to wear it. Defiantly, she’d applied her makeup as she normally did … the barely there look, fresh and natural. He’d said nothing about her makeup.

Now, as she hurried toward William’s office, she almost wished she’d worn more. At least it might feel like a mask behind which she could hide. She felt the air move on the exposed portion of her thigh between the skirt and the top of the stockings with each step. The muffled sound of her heels on the carpeted hallway seemed to mock her: slut, slut … slut, slut. Finally, she reached his office, squared her shoulders and knocked.

“Come in.”

“You wished to see me, Sir?” Kathryn kept her voice carefully neutral.

“Well, no, Kathryn-slut. They did.”

With dread, Kathryn turned her head. Seated on the sofa, the very same sofa to which Shelley had been bound the day Kathryn buried her face in her first pussy, were two well-dressed businessmen. She felt William walk up behind her.

“You owe the company five minutes, Kathryn-slut. I’ve decided you’ll spend it entertaining our clients.” He pressed a large black dildo into her hand. “Have a seat on the floor in front of them, slut, and spread your legs. You have five minutes to bury that in your pussy and bring yourself off.”

Horrified, she felt her hand close around the loathsome object. On numb legs, she walked over to the sofa and settled to the floor a few feet in front of the two men. She couldn’t bring herself to look at them. A tear slipped down her face as she spread her long legs, dug the stilettos into the carpet and laid back.

She heard one of the men groan as her fingers reached between her legs and pushed the crotch of her panties aside. Those fingers encountered wetness. She heard William chuckle and knew he’d noticed it, too. Embarrassed beyond words, she brought the fabricated cock to her hole and began pushing it inside.

At first, her body resisted. The thing was huge. She rubbed it along her slit, though, lubricating it, and then tried again. She released a moan of pleasure as her pussy stretched, opened and accepted. And then the most curious thing happened.

She forgot where she was.

Time stopped and all she knew was the huge object in her cunt. She slid it out, then slammed it back in, and began fucking herself with it mercilessly. Her other hand found her clit and rubbed it in furious, greedy circles while the black cock sloshed in and out of her sopping orifice. In no time, her orgasm was upon her.

She grunted out her pleasure, riding the waves as they broke through her body, her hands not stopping. More. She needed more. She fucked and frigged and wriggled her ass. Her feet left the carpet and hung in the air, suspended wantonly, waving about as she urged herself toward another orgasm. It approached, then exploded. She wailed with it and heard nothing but the blood coursing through her veins. Her hand slipped from around the dildo, leaving it embedded in her spasming cunt. Her legs fell to the carpet and she lay there, splayed and spent.

As if from a distance, she heard a low grunt, then felt hot come splash across her thigh. She opened her eyes. The younger executive had beat off during her performance, much to the amusement of the two older men in the room.

Kathryn didn’t care. Her eyes found William’s. He looked angry. “Go home, slut,” he said. “You owe me for that second orgasm. I’ll think of a way to exact payment.”

Without a word, Kathryn rolled over, got to her feet and left the office.

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Author’s note:  As some of you know, i’m really rather glad to be finished with the “k” stories.  They are written in a style that is a little unpalatable to me.  Don’t get me wrong.  i adore my sex raw, depraved, and uninhibited.  But my words … mm.  Another thing entirely.

i much prefer the elegance of ambiguity.  You see, i trust my audience to round out the nuance.

Thank you for sticking with me through this.  i appreciate each and every one of you.

elise