My Neighbor Rachael Ch 07

Thursday mornings are normally quite busy. My teams' supervisors and I meet as a group to review our progress so I can report to my own superiors. I never avoided direct eye contact with any of my people but was a little afraid I would lose my composure if I saw the tiniest smirk on Sarah's face.

I needn't have worried. She was all business until they were all filing out the door. She turned and gave me a big grin and a wink.

At half past ten, I told the receptionist I needed to run an errand and would be back as soon as I could. "I keep extra tampons in my desk if you need to borrow some right now." she whispered. I shook my head and thanked her. I let her think that was likely the reason for my sudden need to step out of the office before lunch. Rachael had specifically said 'this morning' and that meant I had only a little over an hour left. I knew she was a stickler for attention to detail as she'd made clear Monday night. I could not wait for my normal lunch break.

I was surprised by the large assortment and sizes of butt plugs on display. Of course I was no stranger to a sex toy shop and had been in this one several times, but I'd not been overly concerned with that type of toy. I looked over what constituted a medium plug.

It was hard to tell since they were in plastic packaging, but to my fearful eye they seemed almost as large at their widest as the vibrator. I cringed. I barely got that vibrator inside my vagina. I had to admit the vibrator was much longer and the stretch was along its whole length. I read the package and found they were distinctly smaller than my vibrator but that did not make me feel much better. I laid a few prospects side by side on a shelf and called Kathy.

"Yes?" she answered. "Rachael told me she assigned a task and you would call for advice but she did not give details. Be quick."

"I'm to buy a medium size butt plug. She said you had to approve which one I buy." I said, and blushed as peals of laughter came through the phone. She had me put my phone on video call so I could show her the ones I picked out.

"Nope. The neck on all those is much too narrow compared to its girth. They only differ by color. If you are gonna bother with one at all, it should be effective. No matter how you cut it, as big as they are you are gonna feel all them going in and it is gonna hurt but I think you need to feel a little stretch all day. Show me others." I played the camera across the display. She picked one out. It had a wider neck than the others. Fortunately for me it was sightly smaller than the others according to the package.

"I did some reading and it said a narrow neck is easier to keep inside. I can't have it popping out if I bear down." I protested.

"Not my problem, but I have an easy solution. Tape it in. You are at the store over on third street, right?" I confirmed I was. "So stop at the drug store in the next block and buy some bandage tape. After you work that thing up your ass, put a strip of tape down the crack of your ass across the plug and to one side of your pussy and up the front. Best use a second strip of tape up the other side. It won't come out. I've seen it done. Told you I was kinky." Kathy was at least amused now and did not seem angry I'd disturbed her again. "Oh, and I don't know what kind of lube you plan to buy but do not get any with a numbing agent. I want you to feel every bit of the stretch as you cram it in." I told her Rachael told me I could not use lube and her peals of laughter had the store clerk turn look at me from two aisles away.

"Oh and while this is a very amusing break from work, you still called me at work. You lost your panties for the rest of the day. One word and your bra goes too." she added quickly. I said 'yes, ma'am' and went to make my purchase.

Twenty minutes later I stood in the women's restroom, sweating slightly. Fortunately we had small one toilet restrooms and not large communal ones. I was bare from the waist down apart from my shoes. I was trying my best to push that plug up my ass. I pulled it out and one more time rubbed spit all over it. Finally, squatting down I managed to force it inside. I almost screamed with the pain as the wide part passed my sphincter. I grasped the sink. I quickly taped it inside and texted Rachael. "mission accomplished".

She called me back immediately on video chat. "Show me." I tried to whisper I was in the rest room and afraid our voices could be heard outside. "Then do what you are told." I panned the camera as best I could underneath me as I squatted. There was no reason for modesty as she'd seen and touched it all. She giggled. "How was it shoving that inside? Mom texted and told me the basics of your adventure." So that answered why she thought to use the video chat. I told her it hurt. "Good, now take a ballpoint pen. I assume you have one in your purse and you took your purse with you. I can't imagine you walking down the hall with the butt plug in your hand." she said laughing. "Draw two lines across the tape and across your skin somewhere around your asshole or taint."

I did as told and showed her. "Why the lines?" I asked.

"That is to make sure you don't remove the plug. There is no way you will get those marks to line up exactly again. And you won't be able to wash the ink off your skin completely either. The plug stays in until you report to me tonight. Now show me your bush." I did. "It looks the same as it did, maybe a little bare in a few patches. I'da thought you'd try to get some work done on it in your spare time."

"I've been a little busy on other things." I gritted. "I'm going to have to cut my lunch short to get my normal work done." Her 'oh, well' before she disconnected pissed me off a bit but I realized I'd brought this on myself by asking for a favor earlier this morning. Lesson learned: only ask for something if I thought it worth risking a penalty.

It felt strange walking down the hall with a toy stuffed up my bottom and without my panties. The plug seemed to fill me up and the flange rubbed on the insides of my crack. I tried to keep from waddling. Just knowing my panties were in my purse instead of covering my bottom gave me a little submissive twinge. 'Damn!", I thought. "I've not only lost my panties but the pad I wore inside them. I'll have to be very careful to not leave a wet spot on my skirt."

I got to work, only stopping briefly to put my lunch in the microwave. I worked as I ate at my desk. I'd caught up with my missed work by the time I'd finished eating. I went to rinse the container and ran into Sarah who was just returning from eating out.

"Oh, I see you are still bringing meals your neighbor friend is cooking for you." she said in a normal conversational volume. Dropping her voice to the barest of a whisper even though nobody was around she added, "or should I say girlfriend?" I gave her a benign smile.

"You know she called me last night to ask some very interesting questions about something she found." she continued. She was gauging my reaction. Somehow I did not blush, well not too much. She was kept from continuing by one of the male employees who came in to get a cup of coffee. Sarah grinned at me and said, "We'll talk later. I'll stop by unless you'd prefer to come see me when you get the chance."

No way was I going to discuss this in her office. Maybe I was paranoid now, but I realized we all had adjustable high definition webcams on our office computers. We used them for video conferencing with clients when the need arose. They were purchased back during the pandemic when some of us worked remotely. We still used them on occasion if an employee was off site and was to be included in a meeting. A turn of the camera and it would cover the room. I did not trust Sarah one bit to not put the damn thing to use.

I made the rounds around the offices to confer with various individuals. Upon my return to my office, I locked my door, pulled up my skirt and got to work denuding my groin. I'd worked for about forty five minutes when somebody tried the doorknob and then knocked. I called I'd be right there, quickly but carefully pulled the sheet of paper out from beneath me and shook the contents into the open plastic bag. I dropped the bag and tweezers into my belly drawer and stood to answer the door shaking my skirt to its normal position. I'd spent a total of my ten seconds hiding what I'd been doing.

One of my staff was waiting. He had a few questions to ask about one of his projects and asked if I had a copy of a supporting document handy. I ushered him inside and he sat down. "I'm sorry about the locked door. I was on the phone earlier and locked it. I forgot about it." He just shrugged. I knew several of my colleagues often locked their doors when they did not want to be disturbed but I rarely did. Maybe I'd start.

He was just leaving when Kathy walked down the hall. She smiled and said brightly, "Hello Naomi, just the person I wanted to see. I took a short break and walked over." I could only remember one other time she ever came to my office. Her taking a break from her busy schedule was not a good omen. I waved her inside my office. She took a few steps inside turned and in a low voice she said. "Glad to see you wearing a skirt today. Pull it up. Inspection time." As I turned to lock the door, she swatted me across the butt. "I said skirt up. You do what I say first, then worry about the door."

I quickly pulled my skirt all the way to my waist. She locked my door. "We both knew nobody was nearby so there was no reason for you to hesitate to obey. Remember we, and I mean Rachael and I, are responsible for your well-being as well as your discipline. Good to see you obeyed and removed your panties. Where are they?" I told them in my purse in the lower right drawer of my desk. She pulled them out. "I wanted to see if the crotch was at all damp but that would not have been an issue with this pad." She pulled the pad free and dropped it back into my purse. She wadded the panties and put them into her own purse.

Then she inspected the tape holding the butt plug in place. I winced and sucked in my breath when she pushed on the plug and wiggled it. "Looks like you got your bush noticeably thinned out. Where is your baggie of hair?" I showed her it was in my belly drawer. She found it amusing I'd been working on my hair removal at my desk.

She had me sit and show her my 'system'. "I know you figured out some way to get the job done efficiently. That is your nature. Pulling and bagging one hair at a time would take forever." I demonstrated how I sat on a paper, pulled my hair to one side with my left hand to expose their base and then plucked and dropped several in rapid succession. "Does that hurt?" she asked. I admitted it stung but as long as I did not pull too many in one area it was bearable.

"Do you know why I am here doing this little inspection?" she asked. I hesitated before I answered, 'because she wanted to'. "Yep, because I can and because you called both Rachael and me this morning asking us to go easy on you. Tell me, did Sarah tease you?"

I shook my head and related what Sarah had said about my neighbor cooking for me and then whispering 'girl friend'. "See all that worry for nothing...so far. And you got your rectum stretched for it. I'm not going to ask if THAT hurt." I began nodding it had even as she continued. "Oh I am sure it did, I've experienced it myself" she grinned, "and I used lube."

"Well look at that. You let your skirt fall down and cover up your pussy without permission. We can't have that. Stand up and take the skirt all the way off." Kathy ordered. As I did, she continued, "You will find I can be an even more demanding taskmaster than my daughter."

"Your calling me for a bullshit reason this morning pissed me off. You knew that. Now I expected your second call because Rachael gave me a heads up but I was still a little irritated. The next time you need to call, even if Rachael tells you, text me first and ask if I am available to talk. To instill that lesson, strip! Everything off."

I could not help whimpering as I obeyed. In a few seconds I stood totally bare, uncovered but for the 'dubious exception of my plugged asshole' as Kathy stated. "Yep, bare in your own office. No longer queen of your domain. Now why are you hands not behind your back? Nor are your legs spread wide. You did that automatically last night like an obedient slut."

"Balance" I whimpered as I struggled to comply. My heels were not conducive to standing and spreading on linoleum flooring. I was afraid they'd slip

She rubbed her hands over my breasts and jiggled them. Then she picked up my bra. "Since it's already off, I'll just take it with me. Get dressed."

"You might think Rachael and I are being particularly cruel to you today and you'd be right. It is called consequences. Disobey and you get punished. Balk again, totally refuse and walk away and this will seem like playtime. You are very fortunate you did not leave completely and go home last night." I shuddered.

"I know. You'd have outed me. Sent all the videos out and ruined me." I said.

"Not necessarily." Kathy said. "You'd have been given another chance but faced worse consequences than you are now." I must have showed my surprise. "If some bad player does something, say an act of terrorism, the government does not immediately nuke the city where he is hiding. They do a strategic strike. Maybe send in a kill team or maybe a drone. Think of what Rachael and I are doing now as a drone strike. Devastating to be sure, but not total destruction." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out.

I realized they wanted to keep their toy intact. Worn and well-used perhaps, but in one piece. That thought gave me a little peace of mind. I was valuable to them but I knew I could not abuse that notion. They'd still scruff up that toy. They would play with me until I was battered and dented like that old favorite toy I kept on the shelf in my bedroom.

I thought of that teddy bear, now. It had one eye, the plush covering worn bare in places. Stitches where it had been ripped and repaired. I'd been rough with that toy even though I loved it and it bore the marks.

I locked my door and spent another twenty minutes plucking my pubes. I finally decided I needed to give the irritated skin a bit of a rest and went to the break room for coffee. Sarah saw me pass her office and followed me back to my office. She sat in the chair in front of my desk as I took my normal seat. I looked at her without speaking. I was afraid my voice would falter if I opened my mouth.

"I got a very interesting phone call from Rachael last night." Sarah began. Oh fuck, I am hosed. I'm going to have to confess all. I waited for her to start teasing. "You know she found your big boy vibrator. She said you were a little embarrassed about it. Well, I'm really intrigued that she thought to phone me to ask what I thought of that toy." Sarah giggled a little.

"I think the girl might be more than a little interested in some girl on girl action. I think that asking about that dildo was her way of breaking the ice and hinting she'd like to play." Sarah confided. I sat stunned. I was so relieved I came very close to laughing. Sarah had no idea why Rachael had called her and her own fantasies made her overlook the part about my saying it was too big for me to insert into my vagina. I hoped she would stay away from the subject.

I tried to think how I could answer. I guess the best option would be to tell the truth. "Well, I know her mother's opinion is that Rachael is a big girl and can make up her own mind about her own sexual activities. She is of age, after all." Sarah's grin widened.

"Thanks, Naomi." Sarah said as she rose from her chair. She stepped to the door and just before leaving, turned. "Oh, Rachael says you don't use the vibe like it was intended. You claim it is too big for your little pussy." She giggled and said. "Wimp!" and walked down the hallway.

I felt so good at having escaped a humiliating encounter, I locked the door again and got back to work denuding my pubis. Staring at it, I wondered if I could get my task done in time. Maybe Rachael would appreciate my efforts so far and give me more time. Even if she did, the extension would not come without some kind of penalty.

I called Rachael to let her know I was on my way home when I got into my car at precisely 4:32. That was not one of my requirements and I knew she could track me via my cell phone if she wanted, but I wanted her to think I was trying to be a compliant subbie.

I only had three articles of clothing today, a blouse, skirt and jacket which I hung across the back of a kitchen chair. I pulled off my wristwatch and dropped my earrings on the table. With my lunch container, tweezers and baggie containing my hair in hand, I opened my front door. I will admit I was not a compliant enough subbie to just walk across the front yard without looking for possible observers.

There was only one, Rachael, who sat on her front porch with what I knew to be her camera in hand. I walked across the yards. She stopped me about five feet in front of her. "Spread!" and after a few beats said, "Turn, spread as wide as you can, and bend over and grab your ankles." I felt her fingers rub over the tape and then push hard on the base of the plug. I hissed. She traced her fingers along the insides of my crack. "It looks like this toy rubs a you a little. Stand up." She asked for my little plastic bag of hair and shook it. "Fluffed up it looks like most of your bush is here. You still have a ways to go. Let's get inside."

"I did not get the call I expected from Sarah asking me what was going on." Rachael asked. "She didn't tease you?" I related what Sarah had said word for word. "Oh that is too funny. Her thinking I might be ripe pickings. She'll be in for a surprise. But she is right about one thing. You ARE a wimp. I am surprised you have not begged to take that plug out before now. You will just have to endure it a little longer."

"Guess what today is, well to be more precise, this hour." Rachael invited. I shook my head. "One week ago today at this very hour, five o'clock, I was just concluding your first spanking. I was in the process of playing with your pussy on camera. Remember how I put these four fingers" she held up the index and middle fingers of both hands "into your pussy and stretched your hole?" I nodded, remembering it well.

"Well, this evening we are gonna stretch that hole in a little different way. You are gonna work that dildo you complained about last night up your hole and you are going to keep it in there for the next hour." She smiled as I moaned. I had expected it to happen at some point, but not right away. "Just get it all the way up. You will sit on it while you pluck your pubes. I won't need you to help with dinner tonight. I'm making a simple tuna casserole and already have everything ready to go."

She pointed at the kitchen table where I saw the vibrator. "I wonder if that plug up your ass will make you tighter down there. I bet you will feel damn full though." She watched me closely as I rubbed the dildo back and forth and began to work it inside. I was wet from her teasing but it still took me a few moments to push and pull the dildo in and out going deeper each time until it was finally seated. I moaned with the discomfort.

"Oh, you have the fake balls pointed in the wrong direction." Rachael said. "Twist it around so they are under your taint when you sit." Simply twisting the toy was not an option. It was far too tight a fit to do that. I had to pull it in and out as I rotated it into position. I sat down and groaned loudly. "What's the problem? Rachael asked with a smile.

I'm sure she was quite aware and had planned this. Maybe she'd talked with Kathy and had already figured a way to maneuver me into the most uncomfortable position possible. "The butt plug got jammed hard and got forced to one side." I gritted. Her smile confirmed she had anticipated this.