I lay on my bed for what seemed like hours. But in reality, it was less than one. I painfully stood up. I was sore all over; my nipples were screaming from the clamps. I had never experienced such pain.
Touching them carefully, I wasn't surprised to see them bruised. They were sore to my touch.
A hot shower made me feel human again. I couldn't feel too good, wondering what was next.
I gave in so easily; why would he quit? He was a control freak, and I was a submissive toy.
I guess I've always been this way. My husband was a controlling man, mostly about money. In the bedroom, he was pretty much vanilla. Never going down on me and said if I wanted his dick in my mouth, he would never kiss me again. I did a lot of fantasizing, mostly about being forced to please men.
My body always attracted men. After my divorce, I started dressing in a way my husband would never have approved of. Short tight dresses and skirts, knit tops that did little to conceal my jiggling boobs, but where I really went over the top was my underwear.
Garter belts and waist cinchers were my favorites. With online shopping, it was always possible to get what I wanted. Wearing stockings turned me on; besides their look and feel, there was always the danger of showing stocking tops. And the fact men were always trying to catch a glimpse of them.
I know now that's what first attracted Richard and led to that fateful night in his office. That's what started this mess I couldn't get out of.
Dennis did not call me all weekend, which surprised me but didn't disappoint me.
I looked over my clothes, wondering what to wear on Monday. Before Dennis monitored me, I could get away with trousers occasionally, but that was over.
Monday morning was here before I knew it. I chose a black nylon dress that buttoned up the front and shiny suntan stockings that made my legs look longer. And a new pair of four-inch heels, which was a mistake. I should have worn them around the house, breaking them in. The fit was tight and was causing me to take little steps. That got my boobs bouncing. I got a few whistles walking into the office; I acted annoyed but secretly loved male attention.
I was busy, which was good; it kept my mind off cum dripping cocks.
I hoped to get away with not having to speak with Dennis. But at a quarter to twelve, he called.
"I like that dress you have on. I don't think I've seen it before; why don't you unbutton a few from the bottom."
My dress was short when standing, but as soon as I sat down, it rode up my thighs, the first of the two darker bands of my stocking tops showing. And now, he wanted to expose more of my legs. Thank God nobody was around. I stood up and unbuttoned the first three buttons.
"OK, now turn around slowly; that's very good, Peggy. You may sit down now, but don't cross your legs."
My face was burning. I looked down at my dress and how it gaped open, exposing my nylons.
"Do you have plans for lunch, Peggy?"
He sounded menacing, and to be truthful, I was scared of him. and what he could do.
"If you do, cancel them and meet me in the lunchroom."
I was so embarrassed; this dress was revealing normally, but now, with the buttons open, my legs were on full display.
I checked my makeup and headed to the lunchroom. I had to walk carefully, reaching down to hold my dress together every few steps, drawing more attention to my legs. The lunch area was small, with just five tables that sat four. Most of the office workers went out or ate at their desks. Only the older men or the I.T. nerds ate in the lunchroom.
Dennis was already there, and I saw him watching me, delighting in my discomfort.
"That shade of nylons you have on is very becoming. I want you to sit sideways with your legs on display. And don't give me any grief, or I'll "Accidentally" pull your dress off."
I had every reason to believe he would do it.
My dignity was gone; I sat down quickly, crossing my legs and dropping my hand to my lap, vainly trying to hold my dress together. Immediately, two of the losers moved their chairs for a better view of my stockings and heels.
I tried to focus on Dennis and ignore the creeps staring at me. He was enjoying himself and said.
"We must do this more often. Maybe you could wear that white dress I bought you."
My head started hurting. He knew that dress was like tee shirt material, practically see-through. Just then, his phone went off, and he looked pissed off. There was some kind of problem, and he had to go.
"I have to go, but I want you to stay and remember I can always see you. Now get something to eat."
He left, and as I got up, all eyes were on me. I got a sandwich and a drink. I walked back to my table, flashing my stocking tops, my hands occupied with my tray so I couldn't hold my dress together. I sat down, noticing that a couple of men had switched their seats next to my table so they could get a better view. I was so dejected I felt like a tramp. I didn't dare encourage any of these lechers, so I kept my eyes looking down. Until I heard the distinctive click of high heels and looked up. I had never seen her before. She looked my way and smiled. She was a beautiful girl probably fresh out of junior college. I returned the smile and gestured for her to sit down.
'Hi, I'm Ashley; thank you for the seat. I really didn't want to sit with men I don't know."
As she sat down, she glanced at my legs but said nothing. Ashley was twenty-one, and this was her second day in the billing office. She was stunning, with blonde hair, an innocent face, long legs, and an ample chest. We hit it off instantly; she had many questions about the company. We talked freely. It was nice having someone to talk with; that wasn't trying to fuck you. Meanwhile, the men in the room were enjoying the leg show. She had on a blue mini-skirt with sheer blue pantyhose. And a tight white sweater. She laughed about the men and the big deal they made about women's legs and nylons.
"They're like teenagers when it comes to looking up our skirts." She laughed.
"I'll never understand them."
She was an innocent young woman she had no idea what lie ahead of her.
Lunch ended, and we walked together back to our offices. She said, "Maybe we could have a drink some night."
I had quite a bit of work to do when Dennis called. Of course, he wanted to know what we talked about. He told me to get friendly with her.
"Why would I do that? I'm twice her age. We have nothing in common."
"She looks like the kind of girl we could have a threesome with. I can see you with your tongue up her snatch, licking her juices. And me cumming on both your faces as you swap spit."
I was simultaneously turned on and sickened at the thought of submitting that naive girl to sicko Dennis. It would scar her for life. But I still could picture her tied up, unable to move. Her legs spread wide, my mouth on her pussy with Dennis fucking me in the ass.
I had to get back to work. I could feel myself getting wet.
The end of my day came quickly, and I waited until most people left. The parking lot was almost empty. I knew better than to button my dress, not knowing where the cameras were. I slowly minced my way to my car. If all the buttons were fastened, it would be all right. But with every step, my stocking tops were displayed with the sun glinting on my garter clasps.
I prayed no one would see me.
But of course, Dennis was standing by my car. Thank God he had his mother's car. But he had that evil grin on his face.
"Come on, nobody is around; stop fooling with your dress and let it go."
