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I swap into a new, pale cream skirt and a baby pink blouse. It's not really my colour but needs must. I also get a chance to correct my hair, before hurrying out and back down to the office. Back at my desk it's a relief to plug myself in up my skirt... I feel almost demure, which is odd for a sissy with a vibrating plug up their ass. I focus on my work, apart from the occasional squeal from the shocking plug, and even that is almost... enjoyable now. I look up though when I see a black gloved hand rest on my screen, "Y.. yes Miss?" "Hello slut," Miss Black says looking down at me, with a nasty little grin. "Soon you're going to be mine." "N.. no.." I stammer, then moan as the plug shocks me, "Oh..." "Say no as much as you like now you dirty little man. Say it all night long whilst you play with your cock. It'll be the last chance you get to do either, because after maid training tomorrow you will be mine." Oh gods I hope not. I hope Mistress was convincing with Maddy's wife. And I hope Maddy is okay... "Now I'm just going to have a word with Mistress Thorne." She grins. "Maybe she'll let me take you earlier..." She laughs as she walks off, and I glance back to watch her. Why doesn't she choose a dress that fits? Does she like wearing something too tight? That makes her look more overweight than she actually is? What she doesn't like is being turned away at the door of Mistress Thornes office... and she storms back up and out of the room... I glance up at the clock.. nearly 2pm... ah... the receptionist yesterday, and her supervisor? Miss Kasporwitz? As I'm wondering that, Miss Cleo walks up, Cherry from the class walking nervously behind her. "Slacking off are we?" Miss Cleo asks, "Must be thinking of what latex outfit I should put you in..." "N.. no Miss," I say nervously, then groan as I get shocked in the arse again, "I..." Then Cherry lets out a groan of her own... I guess her plug is working a few seconds after mine, and Miss Cleo smiles, "Well done sissies, that's the most sensible noise I've heard out of any of you for months." "But for now, you are coming with Cherry and me to see Mistress Thorne." She says kneeling to stroke my leg and unfasten my cuff, "So unplug your little joy buzzer and come with me. And don't worry it should keep working for a while yet." "Yes Miss Cleo," I say reaching between my legs and tugging out the USB cable, then carefully standing up and straightening my skirt. Miss Cleo is unasamedly admiring my arse and nods. "Definitely latex... and a good caning." "Miss?" I say nervously "What that ass of yours needs... now hurry along, unless you really want to keep Miss Thorne waiting?" At those words Cherry and I glance at each other then turn and mince towards the office, both of us having to pause due to our butt plugs on two occasions. We wait obediently at the door, for Miss Cleo to saunter up and knock, and then, as she opens the door to wave us in we scurry in. Cherry and I walk up and curtsy before Mistress Thorne's desk, then look up. Her hair is back over one eye, and she's wearing a black suit over a blue cami top. "Thank you Cleo," Mistress Thorne says. "Please stay.. I know you will find the next few minutes entertaining." "Of course Miss Thorne." She says grinning, and moves to one side, a broad smile on her deep read lips as she leans against the wall watching us. "Sissies, strip to your lingerie now. Last one gets a crop to the ass," Mistress Thorne orders watching us intently. Cherry and I flash a look at each other, then our hands fly up to the buttons on our blouses. I try not to fumble, but it's hard when you're in a rush, though I guess Cherry is having the same issue. Mind you, our blouses are only fastened with about four buttons to show off as much cleavage as possible. Cherry has rather more to show off than I do... Blouse off, I fumble with my skirt button, then slide down the zip to let it fall at my feet, then step out. I look at Cherry to see how she's doing... and see she's in the same state as me. "You know.. I really don't know who was first, what do you think Cleo?" Mistress asks leaning back in her chair. "Hmm... tricky Miss Thorne," Miss Cleo says, her voice amused. "Perhaps it was a genuine tie?" "I agree. It seems unfair to punish one when they were both so very close." Mistress Thorne says with a grin. Maybe we've got away with it? I glance at Cherry who flashes me a slight smile... I return it, then Mistress Thorne continues. "So.. punishment for both. Bend over and get those pantied ass's in the air sluts. Cleo, would you care to do the honours?" Cherry and I flush and bend over dutifully, and I'm aware my arse, in it's shiny satin panties is stuck up in the air, as I clasp my ankles with my hands. I can feel the suspenders pulled tight against my arse as well... and hear Miss Cleo walking over. "Certainly Miss Thorne. How many would you like?" "Hmm... I suppose we are a little short of time. Five each... do make them count." "Always." Miss Cleo responds. "Sissies, shout out the number of each spank and thank me and Mistress Thorne for them. Understood?" "Y.. yes Miss Cleo," I reply, then groan and twitch as my plug shocks me, followed by a shuddering groan from Cherry. Miss Cleo laughs, then strikes Cherry who calls out, "Ow! One, thank you Miss Cleo, thank you Mistress Thorne." She count's to three, and I'm just relaxing thinking she'll get her five first, then a line of fire stings across my the base of my arse. "Ow! One, thank you Miss Cleo, thank you Mistress Thorne!" I get my five in a row, before Cherry received her last two. Damn they were hard! Miss Cleo is an expert at this, but then from past experience I already knew that. "Stand up straight sissies," Mistress Thorne orders casually. "And take those plugs out and place them on my desk." "Yes Mistress Thorne," we reply straightening. I blush at the large bulge in my panties... Cherry's is much smaller, maybe she's more in control.. or maybe her cock is just much smaller. I tug the back of my panties down, trying to keep the front covering my needy cock, and reach round to grip the end of the plug.. "Oooh..." I moan despite myself as I carefully tug it out, it feels disturbingly good, and my arse doesn't want to it let go. When I finally get it out, I see Cherry standing blushing holding hers out and Mistress Thorne looking at us impatiently. "Too slow, both of you, especially Angel. I want you both to practice putting plugs in and out of your asses this week. There will be a test on Friday and I hope you have both improved, for your cock's sake." "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne, sorry Mistress Thorne," I whimper, face flushed. "I'm so sorry Mistress Thorne," Cherry adds. "Hmm.. you both will be if you don't practice." Mistress Thorne continues, "Now, both of you, put your little plugs in that cleaner over there, I'm going to give them a new home." "Yes Mistress Thorne," we reply, and scurry over to place the red plugs in the cleaning bath. "Good, there may be some hope for you two yet... hmm, let me look at you. Stand facing me, hands on heads." "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply and turn to face her, placing my hands on my head. "Hmm..." Mistress says looking us up and down. "Is that a spot of pre-cum on your panties Angel?" Oh my god! I almost faint, my cock stiffens, and twitches, rubbing itself against the small moist stain that has formed, "Y.. yes Mistress T.. thorne." "What a slut..." she purrs. "Take your bra off and place it on top of your blouse, you can put your skirt back on." "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne, thank you Mistress Thorne," I say moving my hands to unfasten my bra, letting my breasts hang free, then folding it carefully, or as carefully as you can with a bra, whilst Mistress Turns her attention to Cherry. "Well then, that leaves you, and your tiny little cock doesn't it Cherry?" "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," Cherry whimpers, hands still on her head. I'm slipping into my skirt now, grateful for the small amount of coverage it gives me, especially since it's hiding the embarrasing stain! But being topless is.. awkward, and I feel cold, and my nipples are just so hard... "Angel, come and take down Cherry's panties," Mistress Thorne commands. "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply with an awkward curtsey, and go back to Cherry, I move to go behind her, but Mistress Thorne coughs. "No slut, kneel before her, do it properly, or I'll have you doing it with your teeth!" "Y.. Yes Mistress Thorne," is the only response I can give, as I move to stand before Cherry, looking into her nervous eyes for a brief moment before carefully kneeling. I... I can see the small bulge in her panties, right before my eyes, twitching slightly. I reach out and she flinches as my red nails touch her soft skin. Slowly I slide my fingers into the waist band and start to pull them down... not fast.. Mistress Thorne wants this done.. teasingly. As the panties come down, I see her pubic hair, the same bright red as her hair, trimmend into a little heart shape, pointing down to her cock. Her little cock is pulled down slightly by the panties then springs upright when it escapes them, making me gasp. ?What is it slut?? Mistress Thorne asks ?I.. it's so cute!? I stammer, looking at the little cock, it's only about three inches long, and quite narrow.. there's even a little pink bow tied around the base. At my words it grows a tiny bit and trembles, Cherry lets out a horny little moan. ?Oooh Mistress Thorne!? she pleads. ?Sh.. she's breathing on it... ooh...? ?Did I give you permission to speak?? ?N.. no Mistress Thorne,? Cherry whimpers. ?B.. but... oooh...? Another heartfelt groan and her little cock throbs again. ?Better watch that Angel, it look like it could go off at any moment.? Mistress Thorne says, ?Looks like you'll get some sissy semen ejected up your nose if you're not careful. So do hurry up, we are expecting visitors!? ?Yes Mistress Thorne,? I say dragging my attention from Cherry's throbbing member and pulling her panties down to her ankles, holding them so she can step out. ?Hmm... Cherry, there's a device to unlock your shoes in the corner. Use it and take your shoes, stockings and suspenders with your skirt,? Mistress Thorne reels off her orders. ?You may then put on your blouse.? Whilst Cherry is obeying her instructions, Mistress Thorne turns her attention to me. ?Hmm... I seem to remember you like holding panties in your mouth. I think you know what to do with Cherry's don't you?? ?Yes Mistress Thorne,? I reply, wanting to protest. I don't like doing it.. just she keeps making me do it.. amongst other things... I lift Cherry's silk panties up to my mouth and put them in, just in time to see Cherry watching me. She blushes, I blush.. I put them into my mouth and she shudders again, holding onto Mistress Thorne's desk for support. Mistress Thorne's eyes drop to where Cherry's hands are clinging onto and she swiftly removes them, but her eyes are glazed. Cherry is so close to cumming right now. I close my mouth, to hide the panties whilst Cherry puts on her blouse, struggling to balance in her bare feet... they look odd, like she... oooh.. she can't put them flat on the floor. She must have to wear high heels all the time...I shudder slightly, another one of those thoughts that both excites and scares me... ?Right, now you two are finally ready, go stand by the wall. Cherry you may hold onto Angel for support, but nothing else. I expect the two of you to remain silent and still unless comanded otherwise.? I curtsy, unable to speak with the panties in my mouth and walk to the indicated place and stand, hands by my sides. Cherry minces over and grabs hold of me gratefuly, one arm over my bare shoulder, the other resting on my tummy... just a few inches below the curve of my breast. She smells so good, of cherries and make-up, and a little bit like sex... and her skin pressing against mine is so soft... Mistress Thorne looks us up and down and smiles. ?Good... hmm.. now where is my guest?? As if on queue.. actually knowning her, probably exactly on queue, her desk phone rings and she picks it up, ?Yes.. oh yes, bring her in now. Hmm.. she tried to escape did she? Oh dear... well bring her in. I'm sure can make sure that doesn't happen again.? There's a pause, then I hear a little comotion from outside, then... silence apart from footsteps, getting closer and closer, and finished by a respectful knock at the door. ?Come in,? Mistress orders, sitting up in her chair and shuffling some papers, patently ignoring the two security guards and the young woman standing between them... First of all she's naked, completely, showing a tattoo on her right hip, and the fact she hasn't shaved her crotch. Her hair is blonde, short, with dark roots just beginning to show, and she looks at Mistress Thorne with a sullen pout. ?Did she give you any trouble?? Mistress Thorne addresses the guards, and the womans pout becomes even stronger. ?Yes Ma'am,? one guard, so big he looks like he could wrestle a bear, ?She tried to escape yesterday immediately after her conversation with you.? ?And how did you prevent her attempts?? Mistress Asks leaning forwards, steepling her hands and resting her chin on them. ?As per regulations for any member of the company breaching regulations she was restrained with minimum force Ma'am.? ?And then?? Mistress Thorne asks, her attention still fixed on the guard. ?From your instructions it was believed she had forfeited the rights to her own apartment on the premises. Therefore she was kept in one of the holding cells.? ?I'm interested to know how you persuaded her to remove her clothes?? ?As per regulations two female guards came in to request her clothes. She refused and they were forced to restrain and then strip her.? Mistress Thorne lets out a sigh. ?I thought that might be the case. Thank you, from that and the reports I have received it seems you have performed your roles well. I will mention that to your commander.? ?Thank you Ma'am,? the guard says, and they both look visibly pleased. I mean I would be if Mistress Thorne was happy with my work, but I'm desperate to be her little sissy slut... ?You may leave now, but please wait outside, just in case.? ?Yes Ma'am,? The guards salute then step away from their prisoner, and leave carefully closing the door behind them. I can hear the buzz in the pool outside rise a little as they do so.. and then, I think, the sounds of the supervisors restoring order. ?Well then Kasporwitz, what do you have to say for yourself?? Mistress Thorne says rising from her chair and walking around her desk. ?You can't do this!? the blond replies, ?I'm a paid staff member, and a dominant! Not one of your dumbass sissies! You have no right to do this to me!? ?Really?? Mistress Thorne says leaning on her desk, ?Have you actually read your contract?? ?What? Of course I have I...? ?Then you have read the section that states, and sadly I've had to read this so many times I can quote, ?Should the aforemention supervisor fail in their duties to such a level as it risks affecting the success of the company as a whole, their role is forfeit. However their contract still applies and a superior can place them in any role in the company they feel they are better suited for, as either a punishment or as a permanent change of role.? ?But...? ?Silence!? Mistress Thorne says, in a way that makes Cherry and I tremble, out bodies rubbing against each other, ?I take it you're going to complain that you have not risked the company as a whole perhaps? Let me enlighten you.? ?You placed an incompetent sissy on the front desk. Whilst some clients may request airhead secretaries and some sissy's certainly desire to become them, they do not work for the company on our front desk. Only competent staff are allowed to represent the company in this manner! I had an emergency meeting with a very important client yesterday, which I nearly missed because of your sissy's, and therefore your incompetence!? Kasporwitz looks a little shaken, as Mistress Thorne continues, ?Therefore I arranged for your detention, and I have spent the morning looking through your records. I am not impressed. Sloppy behaviour, indiscriminate punishments. Preference for the most mindless of our staff, shirking of key duties, I could go on. Sometimes people like you forget the responsibilities that come with being a domme.? Mistress Thorne shakes her head. ?Then when selected for punishment, you do not accept it, you fight, you struggle. This is not the behaviour I expect from a supervisor. You do something wrong, you take your punishment, you follow instructions and you behave like you have a spine! I've had several supervisors standing before me in your position, some begging or pleading, they never go back to being supervisors. Some stand proudly before me, accept their mistakes and do their punishment, and earn their role back.. and some stand quivering before me looking either stunned or scared, just like you. Some of them get their role back, others no...? She smiles for the first time since her lecture began, ?So, maybe there's a chance for you. You are going into the pool, you will do as you are told, and we'll review your progress after, hmm.. two weeks?? Oh my... if she goes through half of what I've been through her odds on surviving as a domme seem pretty slim, and from her stunned expression she thinks the same. ?Look, Miss, really you don't have to do this. I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson.. I..? There's a cold laugh from Miss Cleo. ?Oh dear, she's turned into a pleader... look out Miss Thorne she might just drop to her knees before you and beg!? Mistress Thorne is slowly shaking her head, ?You see Kasporwitz, this is what I was talking about. A real domme may follow orders, they may make mistakes, but they always have some pride! Even in a situation like this. Now can you dress yourself, or will I have to get my sissies to do it for you?? She gestures at us, and Cherry squirms some more, her little clitty-cock rubbing against my skirt, and her hand shifting inadvertently across my nipple... we glance at each other, make eye contact and blush... ?Just look at them, aren't they delightful?? Miss Cleo says, obviously enjoying the situation, ?Poor little sluts look like they're just dying to make out. Aren't you just dying to join them Kasporwitz?? ?I told you two sissies to keep still!? Mistress Thorne looks at us, and we both tense looking embarrased. ?I will deal with you two later. Kasporwitz, what's your first name?? ?Katriona,? she says in a quiet voice, her original sullen tone replaced by a sort of resignation. ?I suppose we should give you a different one, for now,? Mistress Thorne says. ?Cathy should do. Now put those red plugs in, one front, one back, and we'll start getting our newest office girl ready.? 'Cathy' looks at the plugs and her lip curls upwards into a sneer. ?No! I.. I'm not! You bitch, I'll complain to the management!? Mistress Thorne reaches out and grabs 'Cathy's' wrist and twists it, making her give a little cry of pain. ?I am the management, you stupid girl! Put those plugs in or I'll have you restrained and the damn things forced in, and I really don't think you'd like that!? Cathy whimpers, ?All right, all right, just let go before you break my wrist!? Mistress Thorne sighs, then in a cold sarcastic tone, barely raising her voice, she replys, ?If I wanted to break your wrist, I would have done so. What I want you to do is obey orders. Plugs in now bitch!? She releases Cathy who walks to the desk and picks up one of the plugs, and looks at it, then at Mistress Thorne, who raises an eyebrow. Blushing she takes it and pushes it into her pussy, groaning as it goes in. Next she picks up the other and bends over... before stopping.. ?I.. I can't,? she whimpers, ?Please, not in my ass...? ?Hmm, try 'not in my ass' Mistress Thorne.? ?Please n.. not in my ass Mistress Thorne,? she says. ?I'm afraid it's going in there, just like in all the other horny little sluts, but.. I'll tell you what. I'll get someone to put it in for you, that will be nicer won't it?? Cathy hangs her head and nods. ?Y.. yes Mistress Thorne.? ?Angel, I hear you showed the entire pool how to put in an anal plug this morning,? Mistress Thorne says, not even bothering to look at me. ?Now go and shove it in your new office mate's ass.? I curtsy in response, unable to talk and leaving Cherry walk to take the plug from Cathy's hand, then walk behind her. Bent over, her arse poking out, it's a.. pleasant sight and I can tell she's already shuddering because of the vibration in her pussy. Maybe the plugs are running down though, she's not squealed yet... I glance up at Mistress Thorne who nods, and so I slowly push the plug into the erswhile domme's arse hole. It's.. it's a really really tight fit, which is embarrassing given how much easier it is to push one into mine... finally I.. I have to give up, and turn embarrassed to Mistress. ?What is it slut?? Mistress Thorne asks, and I point to my mouth, indicating the panties are still inside. With a smile she gestures, ?Oh yes, take the panties out of your mouth for now.? I pull the warm and soggy items from my mouth. ?I.. I can't fit it in Mistress Thorne.? I say, hanging my head. ?She's clenching you silly slut,? Mistress Thorne says, almost affectionately, ?Put the panties down and pinch her clit between the nails of your other hand and it will pop in just fine. And I know you know exactly where the clitoris is don't I slut?? I start at her words, going pale then flushing brightly, she's now effectively told everyone on the room that at the very least I've gone down on her... I flash a glance to Cherry who's looking at me with an open mouth and wide eyes. I don't dare look at Miss Cleo. Instead I lower my head once again. ?Yes Mistress Thorne, I am very aware of where the clitoris is.? ?Well then, do get on with it,? she says, amused by my reaction. So I reach under Cathy and slip my finger between her folds, which are already quite moist. I.. I think she's getting excited.. and I think her chances of ever being a dominant again are minimal. I lightly squeeze the clit, then roll it between my fingers, earning a shuddering groan from 'my' victim. I can see the tension fading from her arse, and so I swiftly plunge the plug deep into her arse. Oh hell, the sound Cathy makes is enough to convince everyone in the room that she's never going back to being a domme! The humiliation, the embarrassment, the sheer erotic joy... I moan a little in response. I can hear Miss Cleo's short bark of amusment, and turn to see Mistress Thorne with a grin on her face. ?Put the 'prepared' panties on our newest little slut Angel, and yes, I think we know we're dealing with a slut now don't we Miss Cleo?? ?Oh yes...? I can hear the eagerness in her voice, and from the shudder from Cathy next to me, she can too. I kneel, my bare breasts bouncing a little as I do so, and pick up soggy panties, Cathy raises first one foot then the other, and I drag the silk up her legs then set them on her hips. They're quite a good fit, both her and Cherry have plumper asses than me.. ?Thank you sissy, you may return to your place now,? Mistress says and I rise and curtsy before her, ?In fact I think you deserve a little treat. Cherry?? ?Yes Mistress Thorne?? she whispers, still balancing on the balls of her feet. ?When Angel comes back to you, stand behind her, kiss her neck, play with those exposed nipples. Make her moan like the horny little slut she is.? ?Ooh.. yes Mistress Thorne,? Cherry replies, her little cock sticking stright out in arousal. As I return to my place she stands behind me, pressing her satin blouse covered torso against my bare back, then moving her hands round under my arms to slowly caress my breasts. I feel her breathing behind me, then her lips press against the side of my neck and start to kiss and lick... oh.. Her touch is so gentle, so soft, so different to what I'm used to... but so sensual. I can feel my cock stirring in my panties, then start to press against the front of my skirt. ?Seems like we have three little moaning sluts in the office today.? Mistress Thorne says, amused again, ?Cathy, your uniform is on the desk. I suggest you get dressed.? ?Y.. yes Mistress Thorne,? the erstwhile domme whimpers then hurries to put on Cherries suspender belt and stockings, then shoes. She winces as her feet squeeze into the shoes, but locks them on anyway, then shimmies into ther skirt. As she puts on my bra and blouse, she turns to look at Mistress Thorne and Miss Cleo. ?R.. ready Mistress Thorne...? ?Good girl,? Mistress Thorne says her voice painfully patronising. ?But lets try again with a curtsy.? ?Yes Mistress Thorne,? Cathy says, then curtsies with a little moan as the two plugs shift inside her. ?I'm ready Mistress Thorne.? ?Much better, now, do you want to go out looking like that? Or would you like a make over?? Mistress Thorne asks grinning, ?May be a little something so not everyone knows it's you?? ?Oh.. yes please Mistress Thorne,? Cathy gushes. ?Miss Cleo could you see to that?? Mistress Thorne asks, not bothering to look round. I can see, even as I'm writhing at Cherry's touch, the grin on Miss Cleo's face as she replies, ?Oh yes.. I think I can fit this nasty little girl into my afternoon schedule.? ?Excellent, if you could just lead her out the side door? Oh and I'm sure you know what to do if she tries to cause any trouble?? ?Indeed,? Miss Cleo purrs. ?Come along little Cathy. If you're a good girl I wont have to put you on a leash.? ?N.. no Miss Cleo,? Cathy whimpers, then minces along in Cherry's super high heels out after Miss Cleo's black clad form. As the door swings shut Mistress Thorne turns her attention to us. ?Well now my little sluts, how are we doing? I can see two very stiff slut cocks, one big, one extra small...? I moan and Cherry gives a little whimper as the size of her manhood is mocked. Her hands on my breasts move more urgently more desperately, and her breath in her kisses on my neck get faster and hotter. ?I mean look at that thing Cherry, there's no way that was ever going to keep a woman happy was there? I think I've got a bigger marker pen on my desk.? Mistress Thorne is grinning as she walks over to the desk and picks one up, ?Yes.. bigger than your cock Cherry.... much bigger...? Cherry's body is trembling behind me and I can feel her little cock pressing into the back of my skirt, as she moans. This taunting is making her hot.. maybe it's her thing. As Mistress Thorne walks up to us pen in hand, I know where it's going, and I know Cherry does too. ?You know Cherry, you said you preferred boys and spanking, but you seem to enjoy humiliation more... did you lie in class?? ?Oh.. n.. no Mistress Thorne, I.. I love spanking, and b.. boys are gorgeous... but.. oh...? She's groping me with even more passion and my legs are getting weak... my cock pressing so hard against my skirt. ?You like humiliation too? And I suppose Angel is the closest thing to a boy that you've seen in quite some time?? Cherry nods moaning, the squeals as Mistress Thorne slaps her arse. ?One! Thank you Mistress Thorne.. oooh...? And the pen is pushed into her ass, and Mistress Thorne spanks her again and again, the vibrations passing from Cherry's squealing body into me, until there's an orgasmic whimper, and I feel the splatter of hot cum on the back of my leg. ?Oww, thank you Mistress Thorne!? she whimpers, slumping against my back, sounding exhausted. I can feel her cum slowly creeping down the back of my leg, and a few last spurts join them. ?You are dismissed Cherry,? Mistress Thorne says. ?oh.. yes Mistress Thorne,? she whimpers, ?b.. but I can't walk like this...? ?Then you need to crawl slut don't you?? Mistress Thorne says, ?Now hurry along, oh.. and ask.. hmm.. Diane if she'd like a pen as you go past her desk?? ?Oh.. yes Mistress T.. thorne...? Cherry says, slowly lowering herself down, away from me, leaving my back cold... I watch her on hands and knees just in her blouse and bra slowly make her way to the door. I watch as she kneels up to open the door, then crawl through past the security guards and into the office... As the door shuts behind her, Mistress Thorne reaches out and grasps my cock through my skirt. ?She is fun isn't she, my little copper headed bitch?? ?Oh... yes Mistress Thorne,? I moan, trying to deal with the stimulation in my crotch. It's a pale skirt, I.. I don't want to ruin it with my cum... ?And I think our little Cathy has found her real home don't you? I honestly don't know why they let silly girls like her in here to play domme.? She pauses her hand still on my cock, then laughs, ?But then again I do, some of our clients like the odd real girl with their sissies. I can't think why can you slut?? ?N.. no Mistress Thorne!? I squeal trying to hold back on the orgasm that threatens to surge through me... ?Trying to hold it in bitch? Trying to keep that nice skirt all pretty and clean?? She asks and I nod biting my lip, ?And what if I don't want you to hold it in hmm?? ?I.. I err...? I stammer, trying to think and control my body at the same time... She reaches round to grab my hair and pulls hard, making my eyes water and me whimper in pain, ?Cum now bitch!? I can't disobey, all the stimulation the teasting and her orders... ?Yes Mistress Thorne!? I squeal as I cum, my cock spurting jet after jet onto the inside of my skirt... ?Good girl Angel, what a good girl!? Mistress Thorne says releasing my hair, ?Your are dismissed, get back to work.? ?Y.. yes Mistress T.. thorne,? I manage, coming down from my orgasm. ?T.. thank you Mistress Thorne.? She smiles and gently pats my cheek, before walking back to her desk. I.. I wrap my hands around my chest and hurry out, a cum stain slowly growing on the front of my skirt... I sit at my desk, aware of the smell of semen all over me, feeling it dry not just in my skirt but on my leg, aware of the cold air on my chest, and the.. the empty feeling in my arse... no butt plug.. it.. it just feels wrong...