Ella squirmed in her office chair. 

She stared at the computer screen; bored and uninterested. The device bleeped and another email flashed onto her screen. 

From Greg. 

Fucking Greg. 

This had been a back and forth all morning. She was starting to wish she was a domineering personality as he was, but she could barely hold eye contact with her own team in a meeting. 

How she was technically their supervisor was almost beyond her. Almost, as she was easily the most experienced among them, and could solve most problems that arose in their growing team. 

Her mind drifted from the thread and to the items she had hidden away within her handbag. She had been ignoring the ache that was building in her core all morning, and with it the need to be filled. 

Her gaze drifted around the office, only Kiera remained, the rest of the team had filtered away over the morning to meetings and coffees, and any excuse to not sit in front of the computer. 

Kiera’s eyes caught Ella’s and she flashed her a bright smile, her red painted lips curling in delight as their eyes met. Kiera was new, and Ella wasn’t sure what to make of her. She liked her, but she had an energy she couldn’t quite put her finger on - like she was waiting for her moment to strike. Ella forced a polite smile in return onto her face and slipped from the office, her bag slung over her shoulder. 

She moved silently down the carpeted halls, her grip around the strap of her bag tightening as she passed colleagues. 

The cold air of the toilets washed over her as she pushed open the door, slipping into one of the cubicles and locking the door behind her. 

She knew she was already wet. The anticipation and exposure of feeling this way in the office had worked wonders. 

Ella closed the toilet seat and sat down, lifting her handbag onto her lap. She dug through the notebooks and chargers, grasping at the soft pink fabric of her washbag, pulling it free. She unzipped it and looked within to the items she brought nearly everywhere - should the need arise for them. 

It often didn’t, but it thrilled a part of her to know that they were there. 

Within the bag she kept buttplugs of varying sizes, nipple clamps, a ball gag, a small battery operated vibrator and a dildo. The dildo was bigger than what was sensible for a bag of that size but Ella had never known herself to be sensible. 

She had only ever used them a handful of times; usually while out shopping - and had never found a use for the ballgag out of her own home. 

Her fingers skimmed past the dildo, a promise for later, and instead she grasped one of the buttplugs. It was of medium size and could be used without much stretching of her asshole right now. 

Ella set her bag on the floor and stood, shimmying down her panties and pushing her fingers into her wet pussy, covering them entirely with her juices. She moved her fingers to her asshole, pushing them around, lubricating the area. 

Bringing the black buttplug to her mouth she slid her tongue over it, wetting it before bending over and pushing it against her rear entrance. 

Ella gritted her teeth as the thick silicone stretched her, wincing against the strain of her tight hole. She swallowed her groan as it sucked into her, stopping at the flared base, letting it sit snugly within her.

Her pussy throbbed at the fullness of her asshole. 

This is what she loved, the feeling of wanting. 

There was no work happening for the rest of the day, that she knew for certain. 

Ella pulled her panties back up, running her hands up her backside as she did, savouring the feel of her soft skin beneath her fingertips. 

She sucked in a calming breath and lifted her wash bag from the floor, but her long nails fumbled with the zip and the bag fell from her grip. 

“Shit,” She muttered, scrambling as her secrets spilled across the floor. 

She had just stuffed the last incriminating toy back into her bag when the door sounded. 

Ella listened as someone entered the cubicle next to hers and loosed a breath, shoving her washbag to the bottom of her handbag. She smoothed down the front of her skirt and slipped from the cubicle.

The door next to hers remained closed. 

Ella flicked on the tap, a small smile pulling at the edge of her mouth. She had almost been caught, and it was thrilling. 

She lifted her gaze to the mirror above the sink. She took a moment to admire herself, her sleek blonde hair, her curved lips, the glint in her blue eyes that was more than a reflection of the sunlight pouring in the window.  

The curve of her mouth dropped as the toilet flushed and the door to the other cubicle swung open. 

Kiera’s eyes snapped to hers in the mirror and she grinned devilishly. 

“You look nice today,” She said as she twisted the tap on. 

Ella quickly turned hers off and pressed her lips together in the tight awkward smile that was a near permanent expression on her face, “Thank you.” 

Kiera held her gaze and Ella couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of her. 

They were almost entirely opposite. Kiera’s skin was dewy and tanned where Ella’s was pale, Kiera’s dark eyes were pools of earthy brown, her brown hair long and untamed. She was stunning, there was no denying it. 

“I think it’s missing something though,” Kiera said, shutting off the tap. 

“What’s missing something?” 

“Your outfit.” 

Her outfit was nothing out of the ordinary. A knee length black skirt and a white blouse - typical office wear. 

Ella’s brows furrowed, “Oh, what?” 

Kiera held up a manicured hand and Ella knew her face gave her away as horror shot through her. 

Between Kiera’s fingertips was a familiar black clamp. 

“I, um.” 

“If it’s any consolation,” Kiera said, stepping toward her, pushing Ella against the tiled wall. Her face loomed inches from her, and Ella swallowed hard as Kiera’s hot breath caressed her face, “You’d look so hot with this pinching your nipple.” 

Ella blinked, opening her mouth to stammer a reply but Kiera was already out the door. 

Heat flooded her face, and pulsed in her core. 

Kiera had left the clamp by the sink and Ella snatched it up, dropping it into her bag. 

This was a nightmare. Even worse, an HR nightmare. 

Ella gritted her teeth as she headed back into the office, every step she took a reminder of what sat snugly in her ass and how badly she wanted to touch herself. 

How badly she wanted Kiera to touch her. 

This was a mess. 

As casually as she could, Ella stepped back into the office, sweeping the room with her eyes - but Kiera was nowhere to be found. 

Maybe she’d gone straight to HR.

That was a level of humiliation Ella didn’t think she was ready for. 

She settled into her chair, and sucked in a breath at the pressure of the plug stretching her ass. Her core pulsed and she leaned her elbows on the table, sighing. 

As she glanced down at her desk a breath caught in her throat. 

A pale blue post-it was stuck to her keyboard. 

Meet me in the boardroom. Bring your little friend. 

Ella’s heart raced as she considered her options. 

This was highly inappropriate. She could be fired. She could be sued. Kiera was a member of her team, and yet it was her who had instigated this. She could have ignored the clamp on the floor, she chose to pick it up. 

Ella picked up her bag and walked out of the office door. She felt as though her desire had manifested and was moving her along like a marionette on a string.

She dug through her bag as she moved soundlessly down the hall, gripping her discarded clamp in her hand tightly before fishing the other from her washbag. 

Ella stopped before the closed boardroom door and took a calming breath, before pushing the handle down and stepping over the threshold. 

The door had only just clicked shut behind her when Kiera’s voice drifted from behind a large computer chair, “Lock the door.” 

Ella turned the lock in the door and drifted to the end of the table as Kiera spun around in the chair. 

She had removed her jumper and sat in the leather chair wearing a black tank top that left little to the imagination and a checkered skirt which flashed her bare thighs. Ella forced her gaze from Kiera’s considerable cleavage. 

“Come here,” She said with more authority than Ella had heard from her. 

She drifted toward her, stopping a few feet away. 

“Did you bring what I asked?” 

“Yes, I-”

“Ah,” Kiera said, holding up a hand. “I will tell you when you can speak. Put them on the table.” 

Ella set down the clamps with a slight shake in her hand. 

“Do you like teasing yourself at work?” 

Ella nodded, trying her hardest not to pull her gaze away under Kiera’s piercing stare. 

“Have you ever fucked yourself at work?” 

“No,” Ella said. 

“I didn’t tell you to speak.” 

Kiera stood with a sigh. She was slightly taller than Ella and used that to her advantage as she spun her round, pressing her facedown to the table. 

“Is this what you wanted?” She cooed, her hand snaking up inside her skirt, fingers passing her panties to her wet core. 

Ella let out a moan in response and Kiera laughed cooly. Her fingers drifted to the plug stretching Ella’s ass and paused. 

“You little fucking whore.” She mused, tugging on the flared base. “You wanted to tease yourself?” 

Ella made a whimpering noise of confirmation and Kiera laughed lowly, pulling her to a standing position again. 

“Take off your blouse.” 

Ella stared at her for a long moment. This was probably a bad idea, but before her logic could take over, her fingers had moved to undo her buttons. She shook off her blouse, letting it drop to the floor. 

“And the bra,” Kiera added, picking up the clamps, playing with them almost absentmindedly. 

Ella unclipped her bra and dropped it on top of her blouse. The cool air of the office peaking her nipples. 

Kiera let out a satisfied noise as Ella exposed herself, running her hand across the smooth skin of her breast. She pinched her nipple between her fingers and Ella moaned. 

“Sshh,” Kiera said, giving her a pointed look to the locked door. “We wouldn’t want to be interrupted, would we?” 

Kiera pulled on her left nipple attaching the clamp to it, before doing the same with the other. 

Ella hissed at the pressure, the need to be touched rising within her. 

With a savage grin Kiera sat back into the chair, clicking her fingers before her for Ella to kneel. 

She did, and Kiera spread her legs, revealing her pantiless pussy. 

“Make me come and maybe I’ll reward you.” 

Ella leaned forward and pushed her folds apart, exposing her sensitive clit to her. She pressed her lips against her, almost shuddering at the sweet taste and the desire it dredged up in her. She moved her tongue rhythmically against Kiera’s clit, and as she moaned in response Ella picked up her pace. 

She moved her tongue round and around, sucking gently every now and then against her, before pushing her fingers inside her. She felt amazing clenched around her and Ella responded by pushing her fingers in harder and faster, moving her tongue as she did.

Kiera placed her hand on Ella’s head, her fingers snaking into her hair. 

“Good girl,” She said as her moans got louder. 

Fear flared up within Ella as she considered they might be overheard, but as Kiera placed more pressure on the back of her head she dismissed it. 

With every movement of her head she felt her breasts nudge forward, the clamps pressing against the edge of the chair. Ella knew she was dripping wet. She clenched herself against the plug in her ass, desperate to feel something move inside her. 

Ella’s jaw began to ache, and she pushed her tongue against Kiera with more pressure. It did the trick, and Kiera erupted, clenching tightly around Ella’s fingers. 

“Put your clothes back on,” Kiera said through heavy breaths as she pushed away from Ella. 

Ella stood, scooping her bra and blouse with her. She went to remove the clamps but Kiera slapped her hand. 

“No,” She said, “Leave them. Little whores deserve to have sore nipples.” 

Ella stared at her for a moment and Kiera’s gaze darkened.

“Am I going to have to punish you?” 

She gripped each clamp between her fingers and squeezed. Pain shot through Ella and she cried out. 

Kiera slapped her hand over Ella’s mouth, continuing to squeeze her nipple with the other. 

“I think you’re dying for a punishment.”

She let go and stepped back, heading for the door, “Meet me here at five o’clock and I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”

Kiera unlocked the door and Ella ducked down, cursing under her breath. 

Kiera’s laugh followed her into the hall and Ella was met with silence. 

She shoved her bra and blouse back on, keeping the nipple clamps in place before skulking back to her desk. 

Three hours until five o’clock. 

Ella wasn’t sure she’d make it that long.