It took Laurence what felt like an eternity to traverse the snowy countryside. He didn't know if time existed in this place, whatever it was, but his ass rubbed raw by the latex catsuit and invaded by the steel of the buttplug definitely acknowledged its passing. This is what Gloria had endured that day he realised as he approached the lodge where they had spent the night. And how had he rewarded her? By demanding she suck him off in front of the fireplace and never calling her in spite of the promises he had made to enhance her acting career. Shame washed over him and not just because of the degrading situation he found himself in.
“Your cleansing is going well!” The ethereal voice whistled with the swirling snow. “But there is more to be done!” Laurence realised that the sky seemed to be closing in on him...like a bubble shrinking. Soon it was just above his head and then it engulfed him covering his face and he suddenly remembered how he had finished on Gloria's face on that day he just experienced. Unknown to her, it would be their goodbye.
When the world reappeared Laurence found himself bending forward, barely holding his balance. He was back inside at least – somewhere he recognised in fact. It was his offices back in Manhattan, noisy and bustling with people. He was face to face with a filing cabinet and he was overbalanced because he was wearing a pair of towering heels. The steel of the buttplug was still clenched between his ass but it felt different somehow. He felt different, and not because he was no longer wearing the ridiculous latex outfit. A chill breathed against the backs of his thighs – a gap left by the different materials of his dress – the polyester of an obscenely short skirt and the nylon of a pair of stockings. At once he knew who he was.
Esme was his office manager. She was hugely overqualified for the role, boasting a phD and an IQ pushing 150 but he had promised a future that included a boardroom position to obtain someone of her exquisite beauty to run his office. Once she was onboard, he had gleefully moved the goalposts to test her ambitions, insisting on scandalous office-wear – skirts that failed to cover her sculpted ass, lip-fillers and.... Laurence crashed into the cabinet as the vibrating panties suddenly activated. He clutched the metal gasping as the underwear buzzed relentlessly, teasing his body to its limit. A moan escaped his lips and he imagined the busy office stopping to watch his debasement. The trigger, he knew, was in his desk drawer. He had kept it near him for almost a year until Esme had finally tired of waiting for the promotion that would never come. She had been a genius and he had used her as a toy.
The panties went up a gear and Laurence was barely able to stay standing. He wanted to sit but feared inadvertently driving the buttplug even further up his ass. Instead, he clung to the drawers with his ass stuck out and only half-covered by the tiny skirt, grunting through gritted teeth as the entire office watched his first female orgasm.
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