A Purposeful Collision, Part 4 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [chastity] [at work] [new] [F36/F34/m44]

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All of the color instantly drained from his face. For years, he had been able to keep this part of his world separate from his academic and then professional life; and now, in less than a week at a new place they were extremely tangled.

“Oh, this is where I’m headed too,” she said with a massive smile as she made sure he had seen the contents of her bag. “My friend Kelly has a little whore she needs some help with.”

With every fiber of his being, he knew she was talking about him, but his brain made him hold out hope that it was all just a series of strange coincidences that they were at the same place, and he was told he’d be receiving the same procedure she was set to administer. Being his first time in this building, he followed his lead as they walked towards and then into the same elevator.

“Don’t worry too much, in the office, this is our secret; but you should know, this has always been a huge kink for me,” she was bubbling with excitement as she unfolded the tiny instructions from the enema box. “You left your Reddit face up at your desk on your first day. I only glanced at it for a second, but looked you up when I got home that night – just in case you’re wondering how this all got started.”

He was both embarrassed and impressed at the same time. He couldn’t believe this quiet girl from the office had put this series of events in motion. The moment they stepped off the elevator, everything changed. The woman he who thoroughly humiliated him this morning was standing there in all her glory. She was dressed head to toe in black leather. Christine’s bubbliness quickly changed as she dropped to her knees with her nose to the floor.

“Both late. I have so many plans packed into this little window, and the two of you are fucking late,” she appeared to be legitimately annoyed as she spoke. “Get off the floor and get his asshole cleaned out – we have some videos we have to make.”

Christine stood up and also changed to having a no-nonsense approach. She led him to a room and ordered him to take his clothes off and leave them on a table as she reached back in her purse, removed a pair of pink, frilly panties and held them up removing the tags. She handed him the panties with instructions to put them on, replacing the pleather ones he’d been wearing as she prepped the enema and grabbed an orange Home Depot bucket from a closet. She pulled a chair in front of him and sat down bringing his caged cock, now covered with cheap-looking panties to eye level. She cupped his caged cock in her hand, causing his dick to bulge against its steel restraints.

He gritted his teeth with pain as she smiled and instructed him to get on all fours. She pulled on black nitrile gloves without even knowing this was another thing that drove him crazy. She pulled his panties towards the ground, leaving them behind his knees. She removed the plug, looking at it and chuckling to herself about the noise it was making earlier, and then followed the step by step directions using the drugstore enema to help him cleanse his insides and expel everything into the bucket.

“Let’s go! That will be good enough. Mistress always enjoys a bit of dirty anyway,” she said as she stood up and walked towards the closed door. “C’mon, she doesn’t like to wait.”

He stood up, pulled up his panties and followed closely. When ‘Mistress’ Kelly came back into sight, he immediately noticed the strap on she was wearing and then the familiarity of her surroundings. It was the exact place the video from the train this morning had been filmed. As they walked into the room, she immediately grabbed Christine by the hair and spit directly into her face.

“I think you’ve gotten a little too full of yourself, slut,” she said as she lead her to a cage into the corner of the room. “You need to remember, no matter what you do, no matter who you bring me, you’re still my slave – that will never change.”

As she slammed the door on the cage and flipped the latch to lock it. The cage was a small one, all she could do was look straight ahead; and no matter what her Mistress had in mind for her new co-worker, she now had a front row seat.

NSFW: yes

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