Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Mike adjusted his tie, and announced to the room, “This is Laura. She’s going to demonstrate our latest discipline protocols.” I whimpered—in the fantasy, in the real world, maybe both—as he bent me over the table. The board members leaned in, their polite, professional detachment no match for the carnality of the scene. My cheek was pressed to the polished wood, my eyes turned to the windows. I could see the city below, thousands of people who could see in, could see the fuck toy laid over the table.
Someone asked a question about the philanthropy software, and Mike answered while he spread my cheeks and pushed the plug in and out, showing them all how efficient and effective the program could be. “You see,” he said, voice smooth and certain, “when you close off the primary sensory feedback loop, urges simply relocate. Users adapt. They become more driven, more creative. The energy flows into whatever you direct it toward.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust of the plug, and I sobbed, my backside on fire, my arousal lighting up the room’s biometric trackers like the Nasdaq in a bull market.
My body tensed and I came again, the orgasm blinding me for a moment, my hand clutching the seal so hard I left nail marks on my own skin. But even as the pleasure reached a crescendo, I was already slipping further into the next layer of the fantasy.
Now it was the company’s annual meeting, a thousand shareholders in the auditorium, every seat filled with expectant faces. I stood onstage, naked but for kitten heels and the plug, a Selecta-branded ribbon tied in a bow over my sealed slit. Mike stood behind me, his hands gripping my hips, his cock pressed between my ass cheeks. He told the crowd that tonight, he would reward the top performer with a live demonstration of ‘total discipline and total reward.’
He pushed me to my knees and made me suck him while the crowd watched, their polite golf applause morphing into wild cheers as I serviced his cock with all the skill I’d learned in my brief, humiliating apprenticeship. When he pulled me back up, bent me over the podium, he spat in his palm and lined up the head of his cock with my trembling bottom hole.
The plug was gone now; he’d taken it out already, in the green room, and the crowd had been shown the lubricated, shiny object before I’d been led onstage. The anticipation of what he was about to do had made my hands shake and my knees threaten to buckle, but now that I was bent over the podium, I could only whimper and wait for him to push inside.
He did it slowly, at first—the head of his cock pressing, stretching, invading with dreadful inevitability. I whimpered for real, seeing my face pressed to the cold plastic of the podium, the stage lights heating my bare skin. The pain was sharp and instant, but it was the humiliation of being fucked in the ass in front of a thousand people—of being a showpiece for my sponsor’s power—that made my whole body light up.
A camera swooped in from the side, broadcasting the scene on a hundred huge monitors. I could see myself, distorted and larger than life, my mouth open, my eyes wide with shock and ecstasy.
“She’s a little tight, gentlemen,” Mike called to the crowd. “But as you can see, once you’ve closed off a girl’s primary pleasure centers, the alternative channels become highly responsive. Look at her body’s adaptation curve.”
His cock slid deeper, stretching me in a way the plug never had. I sobbed, the pain and the pleasure blurring together until I couldn’t tell which was which. He started to fuck me in earnest, gripping my hips to keep me in place, using me as if I were nothing but a tool for his demonstration.
“She came up with our new philanthropy platform,” Mike went on, not even out of breath as he pumped into my ass. “She’s brilliant, but she needs structure—she needs discipline to keep her focused on the mission. See how she’s squeezing, gentlemen? See the data from the perineal sensor?”
The board members nodded, jotting notes, their faces rapt. On the big screen, a biometrics readout showed my arousal spiking off the chart.
Mike pulled out and spat again, then rammed his cock home, making me scream. The shame of it, the total loss of control, sent me over the edge; I came again, the orgasm so fierce it made me collapse against the podium. The crowd went wild, breaking into actual applause as my sponsor fucked me through my convulsions, never losing his rhythm.
“Discipline and reward, ladies and gentlemen,” Mike announced, finishing with a final, brutal thrust. “That’s the Selecta guarantee.”
He came inside me, and the fantasy ended in a dazzling white blur, my whole body racked with spasms. I lay on my back in the real world, the sheets tangled around my legs, my hand pressed to the seal as the plug in my bottom throbbed with each pulse of my orgasm.