It was early autumn, and the rain lightly pattered on the windows of Lana's home office. A mug of tea sat next to her laptop, but it had already begun to cool. It had been a long meeting.

Lana sat upright in her chair. Her smart business suit, a black pinstripe Hobbs trouser, blazer and blouse ensemble, was impeccably pressed, and the projection of a sharp, no-nonsense demeanor was accentuated by her dark hair neatly pulled back, and a small, sleek wristwatch that matched her stud earrings completed the look: I clean up rather well, but I'm here for business, not for eye candy; it would be wise of you to remember that, thank you.

Her colleagues in-country and their international partners were going through the pleasant formalities of a sale well done, but everyone save Lana and her boss were showing signs that they were already checking out of the meeting, and pleased with themselves and others. The deal had been struck; everyone was happy. The international partners signed off with cordial greetings, and then Lana's coworkers all sighed. Pings of personal messages flashed over the screens: "We did it! Whew!"

Lana's boss relaxed, and it was universally received as a sign that they too could now sign off.
"Well, it's a miserable wet Friday afternoon over here, but that shouldn't stop us from celebrating. Job well done everyone. See you Monday," Lana's boss noted. One by one, her colleagues signed off, leaving only her and the boss. Lana had already received a note to stay on.

"You did it Lana; brilliant," the boss said. "It was touch and go for a bit, but you held in there. I want you to know that this won't be forgotten come the end of the year. I'm sending a you a bit of it now so you can know you are appreciated now. Now get off the net and have a good weekend. We'll talk about your next project Monday."

"Thank you," Lana said with her slightly-less-professional smile, trying to hold back her own sense of enjoyment, and relief. "I will."

Lana shut off her laptop, stood up, gulped down the rest of her tea, took her phone and the mug, quickly looked around to ensure she hadn't left anything, then walked out of the room.
"Sir, I am ready," Lana said out loud, as she stepped through the doorway into the hallway.
As soon as she closed the door, she heard the remote lock to her office. Turning to the peg on the side of the doorway, she picked up her training collar, affixed it on her neck, fastened it into place, and then smoothed out the metallic leash in her front.

"Good Lana," Sir's voice came from the speaker in the hallway. "Did everything go as planned?"

"Yes, even better, Sir. The bonus came through. Do I get to celebrate as planned?"

"Of course," Sir said. In fact, I believe the package arrived while you were in your meeting. Have a look at your messages."

She glanced down and let out a feminine squeak of joy. Sir had placed the order for her latest toy already! They had talked about the purchase as a post-victory reward for winning her bonus, but obviously, Sir had made prior arrangements and ordered the toy some days before, and had it delivered to her home via express mail.

"Oh my, Sir - you, didn't have to - but what if I had not been successful?" she said, fingering the chain dangling on the satin fabric of her blouse.

"There was never any doubt," Sir said. "Now go and get your parcel from the front."

Lana quickly moved to open the front door, almost forgetting to tuck the chain into her blazer's inner pocket before she opened the door. Nobody was outside, but it wouldn't do to have bad luck just now.

The parcel was heavy, and despite excellent packaging, the bulk within shifted as Lana carried it to her bedroom. The return address was from California, which only made her heart beat even faster. She knew exactly what Sir had purchased for her. She had picked it out herself.

Taking her best pair of German scissors, she delicately, cautiously opened up the top of the box. Peanut packing foam and clear plastic bags with instruction manuals for use and assembly, screws and bolts came out, but were quickly placed aside when she observed the two largest plastic bags.
There it was: Kore. The best-rated fucking machine on the market, and with it, the three dildos and butt plug accessories that she had ordered along with the machine. It was sleek, modern-looking, and shining black. Lana looked at it and beamed. She hadn't been this excited since she had installed the first cameras in her house and the mirroring devices on her phone when Sir had accepted her as his remote Slave-in-Training.

"Sir, Slave asks permission to assemble it," Lana said, slipping into honorifics.

"Slave has permission. Get your water and lubricant as well, and use the toilet. You'll be using it right after you get it working."

A half-hour later, Slave-in-Training Lana had her living room set up. The machine was set up on her large coffee table, which had recently been ordered in anticipation of such activities. The four suction mounts at its base held the machine firmly in place. The machine was up and running; no difficulties or glitches had presented themselves. The remote control app worked on Sir's side as well. The swivel apparatus was put at an angle that would allow her to be penetrated while lying on her back. A small yoga mat had already been laid in the appropriate place on the coffee table for her back.

Lana had texted her closest people that the rain had brought a bit of a chill and she was taking a nap for a few hours and keeping her phone off. The front door was locked and the blinds were drawn. She took a final sip of water from her bottle, absent-mindedly screwed it on as she stared at the machine, and then set it down.

"Slave is ready, Sir."

Sir's voice came through quickly. "Get on the table and use the ankle straps."

Lana faltered. A thought had suddenly come to her. "But Sir, I - I mean, Slave is still in her work clothes."

"Do as you are told, and fetch the scissors as well. No more talking."

Quickly, but as if having a recurring dream, Lana realized what would happen next. She sat down, supine on the coffee table. Thoughts of sitting on a runway in an airplane before take-off came to her. She sat, staring at her ceiling, wide-eyed and breathing hard.

"Now. Cut open your trousers and snip off your panties."

Lana sat up in a manner similar to doing crunches. With the same care as she had used to cut open the parcel, she snipped down towards the direction of her thighs; first on the left, then the right. The delicious sound of the fabric made her hands shake and her breathing unsteady. She groped for her panty waistline, and finding it, pulled them tightly up, making the crotch part press up hard against her vagina. She could already feel she was soaked. Two quick snips, and the pressure was replaced by a tingling sensation of fabric slipping over her vaginal lips.

"Oh fuck," Lana said, as the panties slipped through and out of her ruined trousers, as if she were conducting a conjuring trick. And soon I will be: watch the dildo disappear, ladies and gentlemen, she thought gleefully.
"Language, Slave. And no talking. Now get ready. We are about to commence."

With a practiced tug, Lana tore the trousers down and let the front piece fall forward. Her beautiful, shaven pussy lay exposed. She quickly applied lubricant. Breathing heavily, she repositioned herself so that the tip of the toy was in position to penetrate her, and, seeing that all was well, she took out her ball gag, fit it into her mouth, and then grabbed the wrister restraints hitched along the other side of the coffee table. With her legs also secured, she was as reasonably restrained as was both possible and safe.
Sir's voice came through the speaker.

"3. 2. 1..."
The machine began at an even, slow pace, but even this modest start could not have prepared Lana for the ecstatic feeling she experienced. They had used plenty of vibrators and she had used toys on herself, but this was an entirely new feeling, especially now that it had been a substantially long time since she had been penetrated by...the real thing.
Fuck reality; this is ten times better, Lana thought. Pulses of delight were pouring through from her loins to her body. She bit on her gag and wrenched the restraints in her arms. Sweat was already pooling in her armpits and in her bag. She briefly wondered if the coffee table would hold up.
The machine kept on, the rhythmic sound slowly increasing. Lana kept going. She was getting dizzy with delight. Somewhere, she could hear Sir's voice.
"This is your reward for your hard work. You don't need a real cock anymore. This is what you desire. Isn't it?"

Lana vigorously nodded. Saliva was coming down her cheeks. Her legs were writing so badly, she could feel her ruined, torn trousers being slowly worked down to her thighs, And all the time, the cock was pushing in, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out.
60, 80, 100, 120, 140, 160, 180 pulses a minute. It was all Lana could do to keep her wrists in the restraints. It was such an intense feeling, that she couldn't even watch the dildo fuck her anymore. In and out, in and out. Sir's voice came through again.

"We are going to 200, the maximum. Are you ready to orgasm."

Through her gag, Lana tried to speak, then, realizing she couldn't, frantically nodded.

"You've earned the right to be fucked, but not to orgasm. You need to give me something else. Are you ready to be monitored in your sleep now, and to mirror all your remaining accounts?"

Afterward, Lana couldn't quite determine if she had came at first due to the machine hitting its maximum of 200 pulses per minute, or if she had released at the thought of Sir taking over more of her life. Either way, she could only remember nodding furiously, and then, at Sir's command, taking out the ball gag and shouting "Yes, oh fuck yes, whatever you ask for, Sir! Just let Slave orgasm!"
Which she did. To a howling, almost animal gasp and a tremendous contortion. Lana saw stars, and then, slowly, she came back down to earth. It took her a moment to realize that the machine had stopped some time ago. Her legs spasmed and twitched for a moment, and she slowly worked on her breathing once more. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. Her hair felt streaked with it, but she still had it pulled back. She let her wrists let go of the restraints and looked at her watch. Half an hour had gone by. It could have been a second or a month for all she knew. Regular increments of time didn't apply to this level of sensation.

"Good Slave. Now clean up. I will give you to your weekend responsibilities and schedule in half an hour. Drink some water and go relax on your bed after you change out of your clothes"
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An hour later, everything in Lana's home was put into place. The Kore machine and all accessories had been put away and carefully cleaned. Her ruined and dirty clothes were either binned or put into the laundry hamper. Lana was in a pair of comfortable leggings and a baggy sweater which could cover her collar in a pinch; a good thing as her Indian curry would soon arrive.

Lana sighed as she lay in bed. The rain was still pattering away at her windows, but it was now dark outside. She hugged herself and smiled, taking a fetal position on her side. Not a worried thought crossed her mind. She held the chain of her collar in her hand and ran the linked through her fingers once more.

It was only 8 PM, and soon, Sir would be back online.

It was going to be a wonderful weekend.

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