"Please, Master - can I wear clothes today?"
She was perfectly made up, her hair falling in an unbroken sheet of glossy ebony to her waist. He had no incentive to let her cover all that loveliness with clothes. She saw his hesitation, and panicked.
"Master, please - we have to phone in for a video conference at 11. They still want us to have team meetings even though we're all working from home."
He stretched luxuriantly in bed, enjoying making her wait for his answer.
"Oh, go on then. But I'm picking the clothes. Put on your white blouse- the really tight one. No bra."
She obeyed, flushing at the thought of her nipples poking through the thin white fabric.
"Good girl. Now put on your red heels and the light grey skirt. I know it's tight, that's the point. Pull the skirt up and put on a pair of spanx, but leave them pulled down to your knees. Good. Now bend over the bed and wait."
He went to the drawer and retrieved a chain, a remote controlled vibrating egg and a butt plug, pushing the egg deep inside her pussy and positioning the antenna against her clit before working the plug into her ass. He tugged the knickers up over her hips and started wrapping the chain around them, securing the links with a small padlock to ensure that she could not remove her knickers or interfere with his teasing. He pulled her skirt down, his hands lingering over the front as he smoothed the material.
"Perfect. What time did you say your video conference was at - 11?"
She nodded and he smiled, turning the vibrator on with his phone. She moaned with pleasure as it teased her clit and hummed inside her pussy, the vibrations travelling all the way to the plug in her ass.
"I'll be sure to ramp it up at 11 then."
She gasped with horror at the thought of her coworkers seeing her in this state.
"Please, Master - you can't!"
He cocked an eyebrow, increasing the intensity of the vibrations.
"Can't I? Because I was under the impression that I have the only key to that lock. So if I feel like teasing my pussy all fucking day, there's not really a lot you or anyone else can do to stop me."
She squirmed with arousal, already blushing at the thought of the humiliation that awaited her.
"Master, what if I need to pee?"
He grinned wolfishly, a cruel plan formulating in his head.
"You'll have to beg me very nicely and hope I'm feeling merciful, won't you? Speaking of which, you're to drink two litres of water by 11. No arguments. Off you go!"
By 10, she had drunk a litre and a half of water and she was so desperate to come she could barely see her computer screen. She texted him, asking him to let her go and pee, but he just told her to keep drinking.
By 10.45 she had finished her second litre of water and was squirming in her seat, the need to pee having overtaken her need to come. A few minutes before 11 he walked into her office and sat down, just out of view of her webcam.
"Please Master - let me pee. I need to pee!" she begged, the vibrations only intensifying her discomfort.
"I'm not stopping you, kitten. But you have a choice to make. In a minute, you're going to switch that camera on, and I'm going to turn this thing up to 11. Now, you are either going to come during this meeting or piss yourself. If you don't want to come, drop your pen on the floor and I'll stop the vibrator so you can pee - but remember, this is your only chance to come this week. It's entirely your choice. Which do you think would be more noticeable?"
Ignoring her pleading eyes he motioned for her to switch the camera on and she obeyed, biting her lip to hold back her moans as she was greeted by the faces of her colleagues on the screen.
Over the next five minutes, she barely heard a word of what was said. He kept ratcheting the vibrations up, and she knew that she could not hold back her orgasm for much longer. She had to make a decision. As much as the thought of the alternative made her want to cry, she could not have an orgasm in front of her team.
She dropped her pen.
The vibrations stopped abruptly, and she heard him chuckle in the corner. She tried to participate in the discussion after that, but then she saw him crawling across the floor towards her, still out of shot. He knelt behind her chair, reaching his arms around to press right on her bladder.
"Let it go, slut. Show everyone what a dirty fucking animal you are," he murmured, audible only to her.
With a poorly stifled whimper her bladder gave way, first as a trickle and then as a flood, spilling over her knickers and running down her legs. She leapt up, tears of humiliation pricking her eyes and hastily stammered an excuse about someone ringing the doorbell before turning the camera off and allowing herself to sob in earnest as it soaked through her skirt while he watched. She had never been so humiliated, or so aroused by her own shame.
He was delighted.
"Aww, did my poor little slut piss herself on camera? I'm sorry, kitten. But you didn't want me to make you come. You chose this, dirty girl. So you can sit in your mess for half an hour or so. Really let it soak in. Then we'll get you out of those clothes and clean you up, but the vibrator goes straight back in afterwards. You'll be wearing it every day while you're working from now on. And drinking lots and lots of water to make sure you stay well-hydrated."
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