"Boss's Office: Email Dominance"

It's a typical Monday morning at the office. I am sipping coffee and checking emails when Eleanor walks in, wearing a short skirt and tank top under a suit jacket, and approaches my desk as usual to pick out non existing mistakes in what I submitted yesterday. She does this every morning and everyone in the office is already used to this now. I'm still not able to find the exact reason she does this, but it might be my origin being an Indian, she wants me to quit my job and leave this place. She is a stubborn women, head strong and bold but I know something about her and that is that under all this boldness she is a submissive bitch itching to be dominated by a strong male. I discovered her secret account on such websites while she asked me to repair her desktop once and oh boy, I send those details to my system and since then I have been following her. I will find a chance to humiliate, debase and degrade her but I like to be patient and tease her and make her do things she won't do publicly and then at the end reveal I'm the one who was her master. Now, what is it today. I sigh as I look up as she approaches me with her strong gait. The plan is to make her submit but I will be doing it through emails and making her do humiliating tasks in real life.

Monday morning in the office was a dull litany of chugging coffee and inbox refreshes. That's where I was when Eleanor strode in, a vision of prim and proper deference draped in a tight pencil skirt and a thin tank top—her jacket barely covering it—reminding everyone why she was the office's ultimate cocktease. The skirt rode high, hugging her shapely hips, and the shirt was so thin I could see the outline of her hard nipples, her soft flesh under the cheap silk material. She was like a predator, circular prey waiting to be dominated, if only she knew the truth I had uncovered about her. She was a voyeur of the vilest sort, shamefully posting photos of herself being serviced by random meatheads in hotel bathtubs, crouched and served her with a cocktail blowing him at the same time, bent over the back of a hotel room chair serving her on the carpet like a dog, if this information, the pictures, videos, and audio came to light the right people would get an eyeful, her family, her coworkers, maybe even her superiors. As I watched her saunter in, my lips curled into a smirk. The devil's in the detail—images she’d posted of herself completely naked, bent over, and serving a video game controller thug's cock played through my mind. Maybe it would be easy to get her to comply to my commands, maybe she would find it hard to resist what her body wanted and so reveal in the process who had been pulling the strings. She moved with the same deliberately slow steps, but now, each move seemed like a silent, submissive question to me. Eleanor’s heels clicked sharply on the linoleum. When she reached my desk, she didn't even bother with a greeting. I just cut her off as her lips opened. "You always pick out mistakes where there are none. Is there something more noticeable you want to pick: my dick? I could peel back the zipper on my pants and bend you over my desk, see how you'd like it pinned under your skirt. You could stick out your ass for me and maybe get the bare minimum cock your pathetic little holes can handle.” I raised my voice slightly, making sure she caught the threat. She hadn’t even been aware of this. Nobody was supposed to know. Even when she was showing her filthy kink and humiliation porn to strangers. She looked at me, eyebrow raised, her eyes flitted down to my mouth as I spoke. She had a sense there was more to come. She stopped breathlessly waiting for her next instruction like I was some puppeteer who controlled her limbs with her pornographic degenerative mind. Her eyes cast to the floor. She might be reconsidering her morning now. Maybe she’d take to running home in tears. Maybe I was overplaying it. Maybe she would try to stand her ground, try to veil her fear of irreconcilable shame. She was nothing more than a pair of holes, a submissive fucktoy, a dumb bitch to be humiliated and degrade. She couldn’t see what was happening. She was blind to it.

I watched her closely, noting the slight tremor in her jaw, the quickening of her breath. She was on the edge, but she couldn't let go, not here, not now. She had to maintain her facade, the strong boss act she so desperately clung to. So she swallowed hard, her throat bobbing visibly, and forced a cold smile. "I'm not sure what you're talking about," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to inject some authority into it, but it came out shaky. "I'm just here to do my job." I leaned back in my chair, spreading my legs wide and letting my eyes roam over her body. "Is that so?" I asked, my voice dripping with mockery. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're here to tease and torment. But maybe that's just your way of asking for it." Her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and fear, but she held her ground. "I have no idea what you're implying, but I suggest you watch your mouth." She turned to leave, but I couldn't let her off that easily. "Oh, I think I will," I replied, my voice low and threatening. "But you should watch your actions, Eleanor. You never know who's watching. Or who might be in possession of certain... incriminating evidence." She froze mid-step, her back to me. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands clenched into fists. But she didn't turn around. She didn't acknowledge my words. She just kept walking, her heels clicking sharply on the linoleum, her head held high. But I knew the damage was done. The seed of doubt had been planted, and it would grow, fester, and consume her. And when it did, she would be mine to command.

Her office door clicked shut, but the tension didn't dissipate. I stood, my chair rolling back with a soft scrape. I sauntered over to her desk, casually picking up a framed photo of her with some old man, probably her dad or a distant uncle. "Nice family," I commented, tapping the frame against my palm. "Shame it would be if they ever saw your little... hobbies." Her eyes snapped to mine, a flicker of panic flashing through them. She didn't respond, just watched me warily. I set the frame down, my fingers tracing the edge of her desk. "You know, I've seen some of your work. The way you pose, so fucking eager. The way you take it, like you're starving for it." I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low growl. "I've seen the way you suck cock, Eleanor. The way you swallow it all down, like a good little slut." Her breath hitched, but she said nothing. I straightened, a smirk playing on my lips. "I want to see more. I want to see you on your knees, right here, right now. I want to see you take my cock like you take those pathetic excuses for men in your videos." She looked around, her eyes wide. "Here? Are you insane?" she hissed. "And then, Eleanor, I want you to think about what would happen if someone walked in. If someone saw you, saw us. Saw you serving your subordinate, saw you begging for his cock. Saw you swallowing every drop of his cum, like the filthy whore you are." Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips nervously. I could see the pulse in her neck throbbing, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I knew I had her. She was trapped, and she knew it. And so she's standing there, her mind racing, her body betraying her, and her mouth fighting to stay in control. She knew the rules, the office protocol, she knew the humiliation and the disgrace she would have to face being caught with her panties around her ankles, face deep in the cock of the office. Serving her hot subordinate in the office. But it was time for her to get used to it, how her life was going to be from now. It was my fucking agenda, my plot, it was my time to have fun playing with her mind and body. I looked at her, crafty and smirking. "Come on, Eleanor. Let's give them a show."

She being the boss. I needed her to stay like the boys she is being uncooperative non consensual but angry at me for finding her secret.

She stood there, her body rigid, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desperation. "You can't just—” she started, her voice quavering. I cut her off, my tone sharp and commanding. "Can't what? Can't make you face the consequences of your actions? Can't make you see how pathetic you really are?" Her lips pressed into a thin line, but I saw the way her body responded. The slight flinch, the quick breath, the way her nipples hardened under her blouse. She was fighting it, but her body knew the truth. She wanted this, even if her mind was screaming in protest. "You know what I have," I said, my voice low and threatening. "You know what I can do with it. So, let's cut the bullshit, Eleanor. You're going to do as I say, or I'm going to make sure everyone in this office sees exactly what kind of slut you are." She swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the door, then back to me. I could see the war raging inside her. The boss, the strong woman she portrayed, versus the woman who craved submission, who craved to be taken and used. I stepped closer, invading her space, forcing her to look up at me. "You're going to get on your knees, Eleanor. You're going to show me what a good little slut you can be. And you're going to do it right here, right now. Because if you don't, I'm going to make sure everyone knows your dirty little secret. I'm going to make sure they see the real you." Her breath hitched, and she looked around, as if expecting someone to burst through the door at any moment. But the office was quiet, the only sound the hum of the computers and the distant murmur of voices. She was alone with me, trapped in her own web of deceit and desire. "You have five seconds, Eleanor," I said, my voice cold and unyielding. "Five seconds to make your choice. Be a boss, or be a slut. The choice is yours. But make it quick, because I'm not a patient man. And every second that ticks by, increases the likelihood of someone walking in. Tick. Tock. Eleanor, your time is ticking. What's it going to be?"

Her face paled, but her eyes blazed with a mix of fear and reluctant arousal. She knew the stakes, knew the humiliation that awaited her if she refused. But she also knew the thrill, the dark desire that pulsed through her veins. "Fine," she spat, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands trembled as she reached for her skirt, inching it up slowly, revealing her stockings and the lace top of her thigh-highs. She hesitated at her blouse, fingers fumbling with the buttons. I watched, my smirk growing wider as she struggled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Hurry up, Eleanor," I taunted, leaning against her desk. "Unless you want me to help you? I could always just rip it off, save you the trouble." I left it up to her thought, letting her sweat it out. She shot me a glare, then quickly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra that cupped her breasts tightly. She shrugged out of the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there, her breath ragged, her body on full display. Her hands moved to her skirt, unzipping it and letting it pool at her feet. She stepped out of it, standing in just her bra, stockings, and a tiny pair of black lace panties. She hesitated, her fingers hooking into the waistband, but I stopped her. "No," I said, my voice firm. "Leave them on. For now." She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. I could see the pulse in her neck throbbing, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I walked over to her, my steps slow and deliberate. I reached out, my fingers tracing the lace edge of her bra, making her shiver. I leaned in, my breath hot on her ear. "Now, Eleanor, it's time for you to show me what you're made of. Get on your knees." I commanded her, my voice harsh and demanding. "Show me what a good little slut you can be. Right here, right now. Show me what you do to your pathetic little fuck buddies in your dirty little videos." She did as she was told, her body trembling as she sank to her knees, her eyes fixed on mine. I reveled in her submission, in her humiliation. This was only the beginning, and I intended to enjoy every fucking minute of it. She was finally where I wanted her, exactly where I wanted her. On her knees, powerless and eager. I had five full seconds to decide my next move.

Disgrace her but for now it's a secret between the boss and the subordinate. Make him use this as leverage to humiliate her by assigning humiliating tasks for her to complete like unbutton more buttons or come to your cabin for scolding him but is just there to be humiliated sneakily by him like getting fondled on her huge cockteasing tits.

The seconds ticked by, each one a throb in her chest. She knelt before me, her body trembling with a mix of fear and humiliation. "Good," I murmured, my voice a low growl. "Stay right there. Let's see what you're really made of." Her eyes flicked up to mine, wide and desperate. I circled her, taking in the sight of her heaving chest, the lace barely containing her ample tits. I reached out. My fingers traced the edge of her bra, making her shudder. "Now, Eleanor," I commanded, my voice harsh. "Let's see those tits. Unbutton your bra. Show me what you've got." Her hands flew to her back, fumbling with the hooks. The bra loosened, the cups sagging to reveal her creamy flesh, her nipples hard and straining against the lace. "Fucking perfect," I taunted, my eyes never leaving her breasts. "But I want more. Undo another button. Let me see those fucking magnificent tits." She hesitated, her fingers shaking. I leaned in, my breath hot on her ear. "Do it, Eleanor. Show me what a good little slut you are. Or do I need to do it for you?" With a shaky breath, she complied, another hook coming undone. Her bra sagged even more, her tits threatening to spill out. I could see the faint outline of her hard nipples, the swell of her flesh. "Nice," I murmured, my voice dripping with mockery. "But I want to see more. Stand up. Slowly. Let me see that body of yours." She rose to her feet, her body on full display. I moved behind her, my hands roaming over her curves. I grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing hard. She gasped, her body jerking at my touch. "Such a nice ass," I commented, my voice casual. "Too bad it's hidden under those skirts all day. I think it's time we change that. Starting now." I grabbed a handful of her hair. I pulled her head back, making her gasp. "You're going to do exactly as I say, Eleanor. Understand? This is our little secret. But if you fuck up, everyone will know what a slutty little employee I have." I released her hair, my hands moving to her tits. I squeezed them hard, making her moan. "Now, Eleanor, it's time for your little task. Go over to your desk. Lean over it. Spread your legs. I want to see that ass of yours. I want to see what you've been hiding." She hesitated, her eyes wide with horror. But she knew better than to disobey. She moved to her desk, her body trembling as she leaned over, her legs spreading wide. I moved to her, my hands roaming over her curves, squeezing her flesh. She shuddered under my touch, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. "Such a good girl," I murmured, my voice low and mocking. "But I want more. I want you to beg for it. Beg for my touch, Eleanor. Beg for me to use you like the slut you are." She bit her lip, her eyes pleading. But I saw the hunger in them, the desperate need. She knew this was the only way she could get off, the only way she could satisfy her perverted desires. And I was more than happy to oblige. I would use her, humiliate her, and she would love every fucking minute of it. As long as this stays between us, Eleanor. "Beg, Eleanor," I commanded, my voice harsh. "Beg for my touch." And she did. She begged like she had never begged before, her voice a desperate plea in the quiet of her office. Her body was mine to use, mine to humiliate. And she knew it.

That's it. Now he returns to his desk and asks Eleanor to come to his desk but make sure she doesn't have her bra on when she wears her tank top and suit with tight fitting skirts. His office space is in the presence of all the other co workers so humiliating her secretly there will increase the thrill of it.

I stepped back, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "That's enough for now. But we're not done, Eleanor. Far from it." She straightened, her breath ragged, her body still trembling. I could see the flush on her cheeks, the way her nipples strained against the lace of her bra. I wanted to keep her on edge, to keep her guessing. "Get dressed," I ordered, my voice sharp. "But leave the bra. I want you to wear it under your tank top. And make sure your skirt is tight. I want to see that ass of yours swaying as you walk." She hesitated, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. But she knew better than to disobey. She quickly buttoned her bra, her fingers fumbling in her haste. She slipped on her tank top, the thin fabric doing little to hide her hard nipples. She stepped into her skirt, zipping it up and smoothing it down over her hips. "Good," I murmured, my eyes roaming over her body. "Now, come to my office. And remember, Eleanor, this is our little secret. But if you fuck up, everyone will know what a slutty little employee I have." She nodded, her body trembling as she made her way to the door. I watched her go, my eyes on her ass, the way it swayed with each step. I could see the outline of her bra through her tank top, the way it cupped her tits, barely containing them. I could see the faint outline of her nipples, the way they strained against the fabric. I leaned back in my chair, my cock hard and throbbing. I wanted to use her, to humiliate her, to make her beg. And I would. But for now, I would enjoy the anticipation, the sweet torture of waiting. I would enjoy watching her squirm, watching her try to hide her arousal from her coworkers. I turned my attention to my computer, my fingers flying over the keys. But my mind was elsewhere, on Eleanor, on the way she had knelt before me, on the way she had begged. I could feel my cock throbbing, could feel the ache in my balls. I wanted to fuck her, to use her, to make her mine. And I would. But for now, I would enjoy the wait. So I called into her desk and ordered her to come to my cabin. But when she entered I told her to remove her panties. "Nobody needs to know. Except us". Saying that I called my co-worker John to come into my room. "Wait outside Eleanor" as soon as he entered I told him, "John, My computer isn't functioning well. Please check it out". Eleanor waited outside on high heels, skirts, tank tops and sheer stockings. Her nipples were hard, her breath was shortened. Her pussy was wet and eager. Her body was ready for my touch. As soon as John left my cabin I ordered Eleanor to come inside. I put a chair in front of my desk and made her to sit on it. "Now Eleanor, show me your panties and take them out. Slowly". She did what I said. Slowly she reached inside her skirt and pulled out the panties. She showed me the wet spot that was visible on the crotch of the panties. I could see the outline of her pussy lips, the way they were swollen and eager. I could see the way her thighs were slick with her juices, the way her nipples were hard and straining against her tank top. I could see the way her body was trembling, the way her breath was coming in short, rapid gasps. I could see the way she was trying to hide her arousal, the way she was trying to act normal. But I knew better. I knew what she wanted, what she needed. And I was going to give it to her. "Now Eleanor, it's time for your little task. Lift up your skirt and show me your pussy. I want to see what you've been hiding." She hesitated, her eyes wide with horror. But she knew better than to disobey. She lifted up her skirt, her legs spreading wide. I moved to her, my hands roaming over her curves, squeezing her flesh. She shuddered under my touch, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps.

Eleanor's hands trembled as she gripped the hem of her skirt, inching it up slowly, revealing her sheer stockings first, then the bare flesh of her thighs. Her breath hitched as she exposed more, the cool air of the office contrasting with the heat between her legs. She hesitated at the top of her thighs, her eyes flicking up to mine, seeking permission or perhaps mercy. "Keep going," Iordered, my voice a low growl. "Show me that wet pussy. Show me what a slut you are, Eleanor." She bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping as she pulled her skirt up to her waist, fully revealing her bare, glistening pussy. The wetness shone in the office light, a testament to her arousal. Her hips jerked slightly, as if involuntarily seeking touch. I circled her like a predator, my eyes never leaving her exposed flesh. I could see the pulse in her neck, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She was a picture of humiliation and lust, and it was intoxicating. I leaned down, my breath hot on her ear. "Spread your legs wider, Eleanor. Let me see that tight little cunt." She complied, her legs spreading further apart, her feet planted firmly on the floor. Her pussy lips glistened, swollen and ready. I could see the faint outline of her clit, the way it throbbed with her pulse. I moved back to my desk, sitting down and leaning back in my chair. "Now, touch yourself, Eleanor. Show me how you like to be fucked." Her eyes widened in shock, but her hands moved to obey. One hand slipped between her legs, her fingers parting her pussy lips, revealing the slick, pink flesh within. The other hand moved to her breast, squeezing and kneading through the thin fabric of her tank top. She moaned softly, her hips bucking slightly as she touched herself. I watched, my cock throbbing in my pants. This was just the beginning. The thrill of the secret, the risk of being caught, it was all part of the game. And Eleanor was playing it like a pro.

Her fingers danced over her clit, circling and teasing, drawing out soft, desperate moans. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward, her nipples rubbing against the tank top, leaving no doubt about the state she was in. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, and she was biting her lower lip, trying to stifle her whimpers. I let her play with herself for a moment, enjoying the show. But I wanted more. I needed more. I stood up and walked over to her, my shadow falling over her body. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "Stop," I commanded, and her hands immediately froze. "Turn around. Bend over the chair." She hesitated for a second, then did as she was told. She turned and bent over, her ass in the air, her pussy still wet and glistening. I could see the outline of her pussy lips, the way they were swollen and eager. I could see the way her thighs were slick with her juices. I moved behind her, my hands roaming over her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh. "You're such a good little slut, Eleanor," I murmured, my voice low and husky. "Always ready to obey. Always ready to fuck." She shuddered at my words, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I smiled, knowing I had her right where I wanted her. I moved my hands to her pussy, my fingers sliding easily into her wetness. She gasped, her body jerking at the sudden intrusion. "Shh," I whispered, my fingers moving in and out of her, slow and steady. "You don't want anyone to hear you, do you? You don't want them to know what a dirty little whore you are." She bit her lip, her body trembling as I fingered her. I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, her body begging for more. I obliged, my fingers moving faster, fucking her harder. She moaned softly, her body bucking against my hand. I could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. But I wasn't ready for her to come yet. Not until I said so. I pulled my fingers out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. She made a soft sound of protest, but I just smiled. "Not yet, Eleanor," I said, my voice firm. "You come when I say you come. Not before. Not after. Understand?" She nodded, her body trembling with need. I could see the frustration in her eyes, the way she was struggling to hold back. But she knew better than to disobey. She knew what was at stake.

I moved my hands to her hips, gripping them tightly, digging in my fingers hard enough to leave marks. She gasped, her body tensing at the sudden pain. "You want to come, don't you, Eleanor?" I whispered, my voice a low growl in her ear. "You want to feel that sweet release, don't you?" She nodded, her body shivering with need. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Please, let me come." I smiled, my fingers trailing down to her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh. "Not yet," I murmured, my voice firm. "First, you need to show me how much you want it. You need to show me how much of a slut you are." She hesitated, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. But she knew what I wanted. She knew what she had to do. Slowly, she reached back, her hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. She exposed her tight little hole, the puckered flesh glistening with her juices. "I want you to lick it," I ordered, my voice harsh. "I want you to show me how much of a dirty little whore you are." She hesitated, her body shaking with humiliation and lust. But she knew better than to disobey. Slowly, she leaned down, her tongue darting out, licking her own ass. She moaned softly, her body shuddering at the taste of herself. I watched, my cock throbbing in my pants. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. The power, the control, the humiliation. It was all intoxicating. I moved behind her, my hands roaming over her body, squeezing and kneading her flesh. I could feel her body responding, her hips bucking against my touch, her pussy leaking her juices. "You're such a good little slut, Eleanor," I murmured, my voice low and husky. "Always ready to obey. Always ready to fuck. Always ready to be used." She shuddered at my words, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I smiled, knowing I had her right where I wanted her. I moved my hands to her pussy, my fingers sliding easily into her wetness. She gasped, her body jerking at the sudden intrusion. But this time, I didn't stop. This time, I fucked her with my fingers, hard and fast, pushing her towards the edge of her orgasm. She moaned softly, her body bucking against my hand, her pussy clenching around my fingers. She was so close, I could feel it. Her body was tensing, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. But I wanted more. I wanted her to beg. I wanted her to plead for her release. I pulled my fingers out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. She made a soft sound of protest, but I just smiled. "Please," she whimpered, her voice desperate. "Please, let me come. I need it. I need you." I leaned down, my breath hot on her ear. "Beg for it, Eleanor," I whispered, my voice firm. "Beg like the dirty little whore you are. Beg for your release. Beg for my cock. Beg for everything." She hesitated, her body trembling with need. But she knew what I wanted. She knew what she had to do. "Please," she whimpered, her voice desperate. "Please, let me come. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Please, use me. Please, humiliate me. Please, make me your little slut. Please, let me come." Her voice was a soft, desperate plea, a mix of shame and lust. And it was music to my ears. I smiled, my fingers trailing down to her pussy, circling her clit. "Since you begged so nicely, Eleanor," I murmured, my voice low and husky. "I'll let you come. But only if you do something for me." She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Anything," she whispered, her voice desperate. "I'll do anything." I leaned down, my breath hot on her ear. "I want you to go into the warehouse and strip naked. I want you to parade around in front of the security cameras while you fuck yourself with your fingers and a strap-on. I want you to moan, and scream, and beg for more. And I want you to know that everyone will see it. Everyone will know what a dirty little slut you are. And if you refuse... I'll show everyone the footage of you licking your own ass, and finger-fucking your pussy in my office." She hesitated, her body trembling with fear and humiliation. But she knew she had no choice. She knew what she had to do. Slowly, she nodded, her voice a soft, desperate whimper. "Yes," she whispered. "I'll do it. I'll do anything you want."

I stepped back, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I watched her process the humiliation. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, a mix of embarrassment and arousal staining her skin. "Good girl," I purred, enjoying the power I held over her. "Now, go. The cameras are already rolling. Let's give them a show they won't forget." Eleanor stood up, her body shaking with a mix of fear and excitement. She glanced at the door leading to the warehouse, her eyes wide with dread. I could see the struggle in her mind, the war between her pride and her desire. But desire won, as it always did. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She walked towards the door, her steps slow and measured. Each step was a battle, a silent scream of humiliation and shame. But she didn't stop. She didn't look back. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, the fluorescent lights of the warehouse casting an eerie glow on her face. I followed her, staying in the shadows, watching her every move. She stood in the middle of the warehouse, her heart pounding in her chest. I could hear it, a steady drumbeat of fear and excitement. She took another deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her tank top. I wanted to be cruel, wanted to humiliate her more but I also wanted to see her naked and exposed, and unless I acted, she'd never stop hesitating. Slowly, she pulled her shirt up, revealing her breasts, her nipples hard and erect. She let the shirt fall to the floor, her eyes never leaving the security cameras. She knew they were watching. She knew they were waiting. She slid her skirt down, stepping out of it, leaving her in just her stockings and heels. Her pussy was bare, glistening with her arousal. She hesitated, her hands shaking as she reached for the strap-on harness I had left on a nearby table. She strapped it on, the dildo dangling between her legs, a stark contrast to her delicate form. She looked at it, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew what she had to do. She knew what I wanted. She turned to face the cameras, her body trembling. She spread her legs wide, her hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned softly, her hips bucking, her pussy lips glistening with her juices. She slid one hand down, her fingers parting her pussy lips, revealing the slick, pink flesh within. She circled her clit, her body shuddering with pleasure. But I could see the hesitation in her eyes. She was holding back, afraid to let go, afraid to give in to the humiliation. She needed more encouragement. She needed more shame. I stepped out of the shadows, my voice a low growl. "Tell them, Eleanor," I commanded, my voice harsh. "Tell them what a dirty little slut you are. Tell them how much you love to fuck yourself in front of the cameras. Tell them how much you love to be watched. Tell them how much you love to be humiliated." She hesitated, her body trembling with shame. But she knew what I wanted. She knew what she had to do. She took a deep breath, her voice a soft, desperate whimper. "I-I'm a dirty little slut," she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "I love to fuck myself in front of the cameras. I love to be watched. I love to be humiliated."

She repeated the words, her voice growing louder, more confident. "I love to fuck myself in front of the cameras. I love to be watched. I love to be humiliated." Her hands moved faster, her fingers working her clit with fierce determination. She moaned louder, her hips thrusting forward, her body shamelessly on display. I could see the change in her, the shift from reluctance to raw, unbridled lust. She was embracing her humiliation, turning it into fuel for her arousal. I walked closer, my steps echoing in the vast warehouse. I wanted her to see me, to know I was watching, judging. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the fire burning within them. She was challenging me, daring me to push her further. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice low and approving. "Now, fuck yourself with that strap-on. Show them what a little whore you are." She didn't hesitate. She turned around, bending over slightly, presenting her ass to the cameras. She reached back, gripping the dildo, positioning it at her entrance. She looked back at me, a wicked smile on her lips, before pushing back, impaling herself on the fake cock. She moaned loudly, her body shuddering as she took it all in. She began to move, her hips bucking back and forth, fucking herself with a wild abandon. Her moans filled the warehouse, echoing off the cold, hard walls. She was a sight to behold, her body glistening with sweat, her face flushed with pleasure. I circled her, like a predator stalking its prey. I wanted to see every angle, every expression. I wanted to capture every moment of her degradation. "Look at you," I sneered, my voice dripping with contempt. "Such a pathetic little slut. Fucking yourself in front of the cameras. Begging for attention. Begging to be used." Her response was a guttural moan, her body moving faster, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She was close, I could tell. Her body was tensing, her movements becoming more frantic. I needed to push her over the edge. I stopped in front of her, my voice a harsh command. "Come, Eleanor. Come for them. Show them what a dirty little whore you are." Her body convulsed, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body bucked and jerked, her pussy clenching around the strap-on, her juices dripping down her thighs. She collapsed forward, her body shaking with the aftermath of her release. But I wasn't done with her yet. I wanted more. I wanted everything.

As her body shuddered with the remnants of her orgasm, I stood over her, my voice cold and commanding. "Get up, Eleanor. You're not done yet. I want you on your knees. I want you to suck your own cock." She looked up at me, her eyes wide with shock and fresh humiliation. Her body was still trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But she knew better than to disobey. Slowly, she pushed herself up, her knees shaking as she knelt before me. She reached down, gripping the base of the strap-on, pulling it out of her pussy. It glistened with her juices, a stark testament to her arousal and degradation. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out, licking the tip of the dildo. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she tasted herself. I watched, my cock throbbing with need. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. Her complete and utter submission. "Deeper, Eleanor," I ordered, my voice harsh. "Take it all in. Show them how much of a slut you are." She complied, her mouth opening wider, taking more of the dildo into her mouth. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She took it all in, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked, her head bobbing up and down. I circled her, my eyes never leaving her. I wanted to see every detail, every expression of her humiliation and lust. I wanted to capture every moment of her degradation. She was a sight to behold, her body glistening with sweat, her face flushed with shame and pleasure. Her moans filled the warehouse, a symphony of her own debasement. "Look at you," I sneered, my voice dripping with contempt. "Such a pathetic little slut. Sucking your own cock in front of the cameras. Begging for more. Begging to be used." Her response was a muffled moan, her body shuddering with fresh waves of arousal. She was close again, I could tell. Her body was tensing, her movements becoming more frantic. I needed to push her further. I needed to break her. I stopped in front of her, my voice a harsh command. "Finger your ass, Eleanor. I want to see you fuck yourself with your fingers while you suck that cock." She hesitated, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. But she knew what I wanted. She knew what she had to do. Slowly, she reached back, her fingers circling her tight little hole. She pushed in, her body jerking at the intrusion. She began to move, her fingers fucking her ass in time with her mouth on the dildo. It was a sight of pure, unadulterated debasement. And it was intoxicating.

She moaned deeper, the vibration humming against the fake cock in her mouth. Her fingers probed deeper into her ass, stretching herself wider. I could see the triumph in her eyes, the mix of pain and pleasure driving her wild. She was pushing herself further, embracing the humiliation, turning it into her own twisted form of ecstasy. Suddenly, the warehouse door creaked open, and a figure stepped in, silhouetted against the harsh fluorescent lights. It was Marcus, one of the warehouse workers, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene. Eleanor froze, her eyes wide with panic and fresh shame. She tried to pull away, but I grabbed her hair, forcing her to continue. "Don't stop, Eleanor," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "He wants to watch. Give him a show." She whimpered, her body shaking with humiliation. But she complied, her head bobbing faster, her fingers fucking her ass with renewed vigor. Marcus walked closer, his eyes fixed on her, his smile widening. He could see her shame, her struggle, and it was turning him on. "I knew you were a dirty slut, Eleanor," he taunted, his voice mocking. "I've seen the way you look at me. I've seen the way you touch yourself when you think no one is watching. But this... this is something else." She moaned louder, her body writhing with a mix of shame and arousal. She was fighting a losing battle, her body betraying her, responding to the humiliation, the public disgrace. I could see it in her eyes, the war raging within her. But she was losing, and we all knew it. Marcus circled her, his steps slow and measured, his eyes roaming over her body. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, down her neck, over her heaving breasts. She shivered at his touch, her body jerking in response. He laughed, a low, cruel sound. "Look at you," he sneered. "Such a pathetic little whore. Begging for attention. Begging to be used." She didn't respond, her mouth too full of the dildo, her body too caught up in the storm of sensation and shame. I could see her struggling, her body tensing, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She was close again, her body betraying her, pushing her towards another orgasm. I needed to push her further. I needed to break her completely. "I want you to come, Eleanor," I commanded, my voice harsh and unyielding. "I want you to come while Marcus watches. I want you to come while he laughs at your pathetic, humiliated body." Her body convulsed, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body bucked and jerked, her pussy clenching, her ass tightening around her fingers. She collapsed forward, her body shaking with the aftermath of her release. But I wasn't done with her yet. I wanted more. I wanted everything. Her eyes looked up helplessly at me. The dildo glistened with her saliva. Her ass clenched rhythmically, her cheeks glistening with the slick of her fingers. Her mouth formed words before she spoke. "Please...no more..." she begged softly, tears of humiliation and shame streaming down her face. Her voice was hoarse, her body shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm. "You think that's enough?" I chuckled, my voice cold and mocking. "You think you've given us enough of a show? You think you've humiliated yourself enough? You're wrong, Eleanor. So very wrong." She looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. She knew what was coming. She knew what I wanted. And she knew she had no choice but to give it to me. She was mine to use, mine to humiliate, mine to degrade. And she would do as she was told.

"You heard her," I snapped at Marcus, my voice leaving no room for argument. "She's mine. Only I touch her. Only I decide how she's used. You can watch, but that's all you get." Marcus's smirk faded, replaced by a look of frustration, but he nodded, stepping back. His eyes, however, remained locked onto Eleanor, drinking in her humiliation. I circled her again, my steps slow and deliberate. I could see the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty of what was to come. Good. I wanted her off balance, eager to please, desperate to avoid more shame. "You heard him, Eleanor," I said, my voice a low growl. "You belong to me. And I decide when you've had enough. When you've been degraded enough. When you've been used enough." She nodded, her body shaking, her breaths coming in quick gasps. She knew better than to argue, to plead for mercy. She was mine to command, mine to control. "Stand up," I ordered, my voice harsh. She complied, her legs unsteady as she rose to her feet. I could see the strain in her body, the ache in her muscles from her previous displays. Good. I wanted her to feel it, to remember it. "Turn around," I commanded. She did, her back to me, her body tense. I could see the goosebumps on her skin, the shivers running down her spine. She was anticipating my touch, my command. She was ready to be used again. I reached out, my hand gripping her throat, not tightly, but firmly. I wanted her to feel my control, my power over her. She gasped, her body jerking slightly at the contact. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Now, Eleanor, it's time for you to show them how much of a slut you are. It's time for you to perform for your audience. It's time for you to fuck yourself in front of the cameras, in front of Marcus. It's time for you to embrace your humiliation, your degradation. It's time for you to be mine completely." She moaned softly, her body shuddering at my words. She knew what was expected of her. She knew what she had to do. She turned to face the cameras, her body shaking with a mix of fear and arousal. I stepped back, my eyes never leaving her. I wanted to watch, to see every expression, every movement. I wanted to capture every moment of her debasement. I wanted to see her embrace her role, her purpose. I wanted to see her become my perfect little slut.