Titcage (Chapter 12)
Titcage (Chapter 12)
Sex Story Author: | All These Roadworks |
Sex Story Excerpt: | Microphones will pick it up. Don’t worry, just enjoy your device and the film, and repeat what the tape tells |
Sex Story Category: | Humiliation |
Sex Story Tags: | Fantasm, Humiliation, Lesbian, Male Domination, Male/Female, Mind Control, Teen, Water Sports/Pissing |
Chapter 12
THE TRAINING TAPE IMPROVED
The next day when Claire got to work, she went straight to Michael’s office and pulled off her panties.
‘Thank you, twat,’ said Michael. ‘Now put your training phallus in. I think you should be wearing it at work too.’
‘What, here?’ asked Claire, aghast. She had it in her purse, because she was scared of her sister finding it at home, but she needed to get herself wet before she could slide the large object inside her, and in any case she didn’t want Michael to watch her do it.
‘No, go use the toilets, that’s fine,’ said Michael, and Claire sighed in relief. He passed her a roll of duct tape. ‘Use this to keep it in. Report back to me once you’re set up.’
Claire was too happy to not have to shove the fuckstick inside her in front of her boss to think about objecting to using it at all. She went to the toilets (which were blessedly free from Sluthole) and tentatively rubbed her pussy until she felt herself getting moist. It seemed much easier these days than it had in the past. Once she was well lubricated, she slid the vibrator up her twat, gasping in pleasure at its thickness, and then ran a strip of tape from her butt crack to her waist to keep the device inside her. The vibrator immediately began to pulse, and Claire felt her pussy throb eagerly in response.
Mostly waddling, Claire made her way back to Michael’s office. Already the earphones were telling her she was a slut and a whore.
‘Thanks Claire,’ said Michael. ‘Now we’re taking you off normal duties today because we need your help to improve this training tape.’ He led her to a small room with a chair and a large TV screen. He motioned her to sit down in the chair. Then he took each of her arms and handcuffed them to the chair.
Claire jumped. ‘What are you doing?’ she exclaimed.
‘Nothing sinister!’ said Michael. ‘Calm down. We just want you to stay here until lunch.’ He hit a button, and images appeared on the screen. They were of a naked woman. It was a porn film. There was no sound.
‘All we want you do, Claire, is just listen to your tape, and repeat everything you hear the tape say out loud. We’re going to use it to make a better tape.
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