Becoming His Slut Ch. 12

A dozen rubber bands missed the mark, until finally one hit the mark. It did not have the intended outcome. After the pain passed I was brought one step closer to cumming but it would take a few more shots to do the trick. There was no way I'd cum this way, instead, I'd only get more frustrated than I already was. Eventually the rubber bands stopped, leaving me aching for more. Anything more. Soon lost in my thoughts again, I jumped at the feeling of warmth between my butt cheeks. At first I thought it was my mind playing tricks with me, then I felt the warmth and pressure against my ass. I couldn't help but moan as the bulbous head of a dildo started to enter my body. My moan became louder as a second one was pushed into my pussy as well. Both my holes greedily allowed their entry. I braced for a good, hard pounding, one I desperately needed. My mind begged for Ms. Victoria to fuck me to unconsciousness. Trying to push back into them was futile, but I strained and pulled as best I could. Oh what a pair of good seven or eight inch dongs would do for me!

"What the fuck?" My mind raged as I could feel the base of whatever held the dildos touch my body.

They were maybe, if I was lucky, three inches in length and under-impressive in their girth as well. The clip holding my collar was released, Ms. Victoria stood me up by my arm then secured the belt holding the two dildos to the corset. Looking downward, I could see the silver bar holding my legs apart still in place while Ms. Victoria cinched the belt in place.

"I heard you like two cocks at once, if not more," she chided, "so I got you a couple little ones." I groaned again while my hips tried desperately find more dildo. "Wasn't that nice of me?"

I wanted to cry, wanted to protest, wanted to rage and shake my head no! No, I wasn't nice of you! I want COCK! Big cock! Fat cock! the only thing better than one fat cock is TWO fat cocks! Maybe even three or four! In spite of what I truly wanted I shook my head yes while my eyes surely conveyed my desperation.

"I don't know that I'm convinced with your answer," Ms. Victoria said with a gleam in her eye, "let's see if you can convince me." She quickly unclipped the silver bar between my ankles, hooked her finger in the collar, and led me to the door to her office. Each step was a reminder of the small phalluses inside me which increased my frustration. Stopping me just before her office door, she swung it open, then stepped aside. I was now facing the outer office where her secretary sat, while the room was empty, just beyond it was the rest of the office building. People who had no idea what was going on in Ms. Victoria's office or how I was dressed and bound. "So, convince me slut," she said sternly, "wasn't it nice of me to put those two cocks inside you?"

Furiously nodding my agreement while begging internally not to be led another step further forward, my eyes desperately pleading for her not to humiliate me further. What would my coworkers see first? My bare tits, the big ball gag filling my mouth, my latex slut wear? Or would she turn me to show of my bright red ass?

"I would say that answer is marginally acceptable," Ms. Victoria said with a gleeful smirk, "plus, I wouldn't want my staff to know what a freak you are being in my office."

As the door closed my knees buckled so badly, I almost fell face first onto the floor. Ms. Victoria led me back into her office, but instead of bringing me to her desk she led me to the side where a large closet was located. Her office was a smaller arrangement of Nick's, the closet was located where the bathroom would be. She opened the door, revealing an assortment of toys and outfits on one side as well as longer coats and relatively normal clothing on the other side. Ms. Victoria pushed me into the closet and instructed me to kneel, which I obediently did. Reaching behind me I heard a pair of clicks; I was now surely cuffed to my heels and would not be able to stand until she decided she would allow it.

"These heels," she said dumping 5 pairs of heels onto the floor in front of me, "need to be cleaned and put back in the rack." She undid the lock holding the gag in place, then worked the gag out of my mouth. Working my jaw, a bit I cursed not being able to rub it for some relief as she proceeded. "I have a meeting," she said stepping back and pushing one door closed, "so you'll have to clean and organize them in the dark!" She then shut the first door before stopping. "Don't fall over," she said scoldingly, "if you fall out the door, the fifteen some odd people coming into my office will see you and that would be very bad." I shuddered at the thought of falling out of the closet face first, tits hanging out, red ass on full display, bound and unable to hide or right myself. "If you do a good job," she said stroking my closest breast, "I may make you cum."

"Yes, Goddess Victoria." I replied feeling my body tingle at the prospect.

Ms. Victoria shut the door, leaving me in the dark to nose around 5 pairs of heels. As I leaned forward, I understood the precariousness of my position. It was so precarious that I fell face first into the shoes as I leaned forward. It took considerable effort to get back onto my legs, then figure out how to carefully lean forward enough to lick one of the shoes while not falling into it. Feeling relatively confident that one shoe was clean I attempted to pick it up with my mouth to put it into the unseen rack somewhere in front of me. It took all my focus to try to accomplish my task. At some point the closet door was opened. As if the light weren't blinding enough Ms. Victoria shone a flashlight in my eyes as she spoke to at least two other forms with female voices.

"See," I heard her say triumphantly, "I told you there's a slut in my closet!"

"What the hell are you having her do?" One asked.

"She's cleaning my shoes," she laughed, "it looks like she only has one pair done, better get a move on slut!"

"Yes, Goddess Victoria!" I replied quickly surveying the shoes in front of me.

"Show us how you clean a heel." She ordered.

Leaning forward I picked up a shoe in my mouth, moving it where I needed before slowly dragging my tongue over the soft leather. As the shoe flipped over, I continued by licking the bottom, tasting the dirt and feeling the grit against my tongue. The comments made me more willing to please and more excited. Wrapping my lips around the heel, I took it into my mouth like a tiny pointed cock much to their delight.

"Make sure you do a good job slut." Her voice beamed with pride at how I debased myself for their pleasure.

One woman reached in, cupping and squeezing my breast before Ms. Victoria closed the door leaving me in the dark again. Thankfully, now I had an idea of which shoes were where in the closet. I set back into my task, trying to ignore the fact there were people just outside the doors next to me, or the two small dildos teasing me to the brink of insanity. Lost in my thoughts and the darkness, I focused singularly on the shoes and cleaning them.

"Let's see how you did!" Ms. Victoria said as she opened the door again.

I didn't look at her, instead I looked at the shoe rack, which had all 5 pairs back in it. The only downside was two of the pairs didn't match. I was fairly proud of myself given the fact I couldn't see a thing while I'd been cleaning and organizing them. Add to that, my state of horniness made concentration next to impossible.

"On your feet slut!" she said as she unclipped my wrists from my ankles. Lifting me by my arm, she walked me back to the conference table before laying me onto my back. "Knees in the air, feet on the table." She instructed.

Ms. Victoria pulled my arms down my side, using a short chain to attach the wrist cuffs to my ankle cuffs. She repeated the process on the other side so that my legs were bent back as if I were squatting. She then placed the spreader bar between my knees, extending it until my inner thighs strained and stretched. Leaving me there for a moment, Ms. Victoria returned, staring me straight in the eyes.

"Lift your chin." She instructed. "Higher."

I felt something against my neck and shoulders then heard an all too familiar click. She then added my ball gag again, stretching my jaw open and pinning my head so my eyes were pointed away from my body. Her hands moved over my chest, tugging and teasing my nipples.

"I'm going to have some fun with you in a bit," she said giving my nipple a hard twist, "but I have some work to finish first."

One more tug of a nipple and she was out of sight again. I could hear her in the office, most likely at her desk, but couldn't turn my head to see her. Again, I was lost in my thoughts, my decadent, deviant thoughts of being put on a spit by multiple cocks over and over and over again. I needed to cum so badly it wasn't funny. When she finally did return, I felt something unfamiliar dragging across the underside of my nipples like a bow of a cello but ribbed. Ms. Victoria looked down at me, smirking as she watched my body react to whatever she was doing. My nipples ached and bent to whatever she was doing to them.

"Ever seen a crop slut?" She asked lifting the crop from my chest so I could see it.

It was long, black with a leather flapper at the end which laid limp to one side. I could see the nubs I'd felt were the twisting spine of the crop. Trying to speak wasn't easy, the ball was again locked behind my teeth, filling my mouth and the collar held my jaw firmly to it. I made an unintelligible grunt at best.

"Well then," she said with an evil grin, "you just sit back and enjoy this."

The only part I could see of Ms. Victoria was the top of her head, what I could feel was brisk raps of the crop over my nipples. The raps were light but set my nipples on fire. I could feel my body bucking and writhing against my restraints but there was nothing I could do to protect myself. She then unclipped the belt holding the aggravatingly small dildos inside me, exposing my pussy to her touch. She didn't utter a word, instead I felt the bumpy shaft of the crop rubbing through my pussy and over my clit. Groaning around the gag loudly I couldn't decide whether I wanted to spready my legs further or close them together tight! The good thing was choice had been removed, my legs were locked open.

"It's a good thing I gagged you," she said quickly slapping the crop over my mound, pussy and clit, "because you're going to scream really loudly when you cum!"

The crop hitting my clit was almost a blinding pain which was then quickly replaced with outright euphoria. She was right, I would have screamed, loudly. My orgasm surged forward; it was going to explode out of me like a freight train. I felt it building from my fingertips and toes. She simply kept rapping and rapping away with the crop.

"Need to cum slut?" She cooed.

I groaned, moaned, and cried around the gag trying desperately to say yes. To beg yes. I needed to orgasm so badly I felt as if my soul needed it too! My eyes were wide open but all I could see was static, they'd whited over as my orgasm tore through my entire body. It felt as if every single nerve ending were involved in cumming and it simply wouldn't stop. I couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't anything but live in my endless orgasm. To make matters worse, Ms. Victoria was still torturing my clit with the crop. I went right from one orgasm to another! Screaming loudly in my mind I prayed for relief. Finally, her unrelenting torture stopped. My eyes closed, my body, devoid of energy, went slack.

Opening my eyes, the gag was removed as was the collar, but my legs and arms were still bound but my head now rested on Ms. Victoria's leg as she caressed my latex covered face.

"Wasn't that fun?" She said looking down at me.

"Yes, Goddess Victoria." I answered with a raspy voice.

"You did very well today," she smiled slightly then continued, "I'm glad we had this time together, but I won't be giving up control just yet." I swallowed hard wondering what she was going to do now. "But you have earned a choice," the backs of her fingers stroked my latex covered cheek as she spoke, "you can either go home with the two dildos inside you, or the ball gag in your mouth." My eyes went wide as I realized she was going to send me home in latex! "But chose wisely," her fingers trailed lightly over my lips, "because you'll be in them for a while."

"The dildos Goddess," I answered barely loud enough to hear my own voice, "please."

"That's probably a wise choice." She teased as she pushed her index finger into my mouth.

My lips wrapped around her finger; my tongue swirled around it as I sucked on her digits. The look of pleasure in her eyes let me know I was doing what she wanted, sucking her finger like a cock, and being an obedient slut for her.

"I'll let you nap a bit longer," she said softly while pulling her finger from my mouth, "good sluts deserve a little rest."

"Thank you, Goddess." I replied feeling her slide my head from her lap as I closed my eyes.

Ms. Victoria reattached the belt, trapping the two small dildos back inside me, as I dozed off on her conference table again. My mind filled my dreams with scenes of latex bondage, sensory deprivation and being used in any and every way possible. When I woke, I was hornier than when I'd fallen asleep. The spreader bar had been removed from my knees but my wrists and ankles were still bound. As I moved, Ms. Victoria returned to my side, unclipping my wrists from my ankles and helping me sit up.

"Time to get going slut." She said holding up my coat.

Slipping my arms into my short overcoat, she slid it up to my shoulders, turning me to face her again. While she buttoned my coat, she gave me instructions, I was to leave work and get to my car, as if nothing was going on. As if I weren't wearing a latex hood, gloves and stockings that were still visible. Without a care, she walked me by my arm to the door of her office, then stopped me there.

"I almost forgot," she said leaving me there to contemplate my fate, "here are the keys to your cuffs." Ms. Victoria handed me a small can and laughed. "It may be a bit before you can remove them though."

It didn't register to me that the can was cold in my latex covered hand. Ms. Victoria pushed me out her office door, closing it behind me. The last thing I heard was her laugh as she went back to her day. Peeking around the corner, I was delighted to see that no one was sitting at the low cubicles outside her office. Quickly making my way to the elevator, the only sound was the metallic click of the chrome rings on my cuffs. The elevator seemed to take forever to arrive, when it did it was empty. Making my way to the first floor, the security guard wasn't at his desk either. Safely making it to my car, I slid into the seat, feeling the pressure against my pussy and ass of the small intruders still inside me. I'd been so anxious leaving the building, I hadn't even felt them. Until now that is. The vibrations of the running engine would make my drive home adventurous to say the least.

While I may not have avoided all the bumps in the road, I didn't really go out of my way to avoid them either. I told myself, if my two friends down the hall happened to be in the hallway on my way into my place, I would definitely invite them in! All I'd have to do is take the key out of the can she'd handed me. Pulling into my parking lot I lifted the can so I could see it in the light.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" I yelled out loud. The can was filled with ice with the key suspended by fishing line so it hung in the middle. "At least they can fuck my mouth I guess."

Slipping out of the car, I slowly made my way into the building and up to my place. No one was around. For the first time I walked into the building with no one around to witness it! I was now horny and livid! Stepping into my apartment I tore off my coat, tossing it over the coach, then tried to figure out how to get the key out of the ice. Suddenly my phone rang, it was Jimmy on video. At least now I could have a little fun! After several minutes of Jimmy laughing at my predicament and the way I'd spent my day.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," I said as I sat on the couch with a glass of wine, "will you be back tomorrow?"

"I get in late tonight," Jimmy answered as he wiped tears from his eyes from his laughter, "but I'll have you come here in the morning."

"Hmmm," I replied while lowering my phone so he could see my bare chest, "do you have a slutty nurse outfit at home or should I bring my own?

"I'll work that out and will let you know," he replied obviously enjoying the new angle of the camera, "I'm sure I have something less comfortable you could put on here. How is your ice cube coming?"

"Slowly." I answered in frustration. "I may put it in the oven for a bit if it doesn't melt soon."

The ice had melted enough so I could pour it out of the can and into a bowl. Microwaving it was out of the question still because of the key, so either the stove top or oven would be my best options. Truth be told I was enjoying my captivity a bit still.

"I'm surprised you haven't done that yet," he continued, "although you seem quite comfortable."

"Well the wine helps," I said taking a sip, "but I also have food on the way and would hate to have an orgasm interrupted by a delivery guy." The look on his face was priceless. "Can you imagine?" I gave him a teasing wink but felt myself react to the idea as well. "There I am, fucking my brains out," I said taking a brief sip, "and some guy knocks on the door. I don't think I could be held responsible for my actions after that!"

"Think so?" He smirked.

"Well, you guys go about getting my libido all cranked up," squeezing my legs as I spoke only highlighted my need, "what do you expect to happen when I don't get cock for a day?"

"Interesting point," he replied, "I'm sure last night's poker game didn't help either."

"Not at all!" I said as I stood up. "That's the ringer, the cock delivering food will be here in a minute," walking to the door as I spoke, I positioned the phone on a side table pointing the screen at the door, "wanna watch?"

"Well, I'm not going to hang up!" he replied. "Good angle by the way, I'm surprised the heels are still on though."

"The ankle cuffs have straps that lock them on," I replied turning the back of my foot toward him so he could see the strap, "so they are on until the ice melts too!"

"Well, if it's any consolation," Jimmy teased, "they do complete that look!"

"Thank you," I replied kicking one of my feet behind me, "now time for you to be quiet, my cute delivery guy is here."

Giving Jimmy a sultry lick of my upper lip I tugged my already hard nipples just a bit to make sure they were ready. The delivery guy knocked on the door, looking through the eyehole I could see he was kind of cute. He was tall, easily 6'4", thin and no older than 19 years old. Pulling open the door, I watched in delight as his eyes all but popped out of his head at my sight. Eye contact wasn't going to happen with him as his eyes were magnetized to my tits.

"Sorry," I said as sweetly as I could, "I couldn't find a robe quick enough."

"Um, that's really okay," his eyes unable to move from my chest, "I don't mind."

"Oh, I can see that!" I teased. "Do you have something for me to sign?"

"Uh, yeah, I think, yeah." He stammered trying to find what he needed without looking away from my boobs. "Here it is."

His eyes finally met mine, briefly at best, as he handed me the receipt and a pen to sign the slip. I turned sideways, using the door to sign the receipt and give him a tip. I didn't want to get a reputation as a cheapskate after all! Handing him the receipt, I had to help him pull my dinner from the bag he was holding. I took a moment to put my dinner on the table, behind Jimmy who was still staring in shock on the phone's screen, then return to the door.