Warning: Remote control toy play in public, teasing, submission, jealousy, power play.
The office was cold. Too cold.
Or maybe it was just Janelle's nerves, knowing what was hidden deep inside her… humming faintly with every movement.
Her chair squeaked. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to stay composed, but Mirabel's voice still echoed in her mind.
"Wear the toy. No panties. Legs open. Smile pretty."
She had obeyed. Of course she did. Her boss her mistress owned her now.
But as she tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of her, her phone buzzed.
Mirabel:
"Uncross your legs, pretty girl."
Janelle's heart slammed in her chest. Her hands trembled as she obeyed.
Another buzz.
Mirabel:
"Good girl. Now look to your right."
Janelle turned. Her desk faced the hallway glass
And Mirabel was standing across the office, sipping her coffee, looking directly at her. The remote in her hand.
She smiled.
Click.
Janelle gasped silently, her fingers digging into her chair. The toy pulsed gently, like a devil breathing against her most sensitive spot.
Click… click…
It changed patterns short, sharp pulses that had her biting her lip and shifting in her seat.
Then suddenly
"Janelle?"
She jumped.
It was Henry, the junior manager, holding out some files. "You okay? You look kinda… flushed."
"Y-Yeah," she lied, voice cracking. "I'm fine."
Another click. Stronger.
Her knees trembled as she snatched the file and gave the fakest smile of her life.
Mirabel saw it all. Her boss's jaw clenched. The remote lifted higher.
Click. Click. Click.
The pulses grew relentless. Brutal. Humiliating. She could barely hear Henry's voice as she fought not to squirm in her seat.
"Alright, I'll… um, see you later," Henry muttered, clearly confused as he walked off.
Janelle barely noticed. Her eyes locked on Mirabel again.
Her boss mouthed the words across the room:
"You're in trouble."
Her phone buzzed once more.
Mirabel:
"Conference room. Now. Kneel by the table. Wait for me."
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To be continued