Having got in from work after her new usual day, she had gone to the bedroom, stripped off and showered. She still had marks from the previous evening’s spankings and beltings, especially across her gorgeous round ass, but there were the sure signs of bite marks across the tender flesh of her full 34C firm breasts as well. She dressed in baggy jogging bottoms, t-shirt and sweater, she went back downstairs and started to prepare dinner for Alexander. The biggest problem she had to deal with right now was how to explain what was happening to her boyfriend without him finding out she was now a rich men’s sex-toy.
When Alexander came home, she managed make excuses about being tired and not feeling sexy. He, though very worried, showed her respect and didn’t want to press, thinking she would eventually talk to him. She couldn’t have him see her marked body. And to her shame, it was true she didn’t feel sexy with him at the moment, her pussy would tingle when she thought back to her humiliation and fucking from her two bosses and the security guard. Her little pussy even got wet at her thoughts about earlier today when she had to kneel half naked in front of the ugly obese Mr. Pratt and suck his short fat cock. But she couldn’t get aroused thinking about her beautiful Alexander. “WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME!” She screamed in her head.
After dinner she went to bed early, saying she was very tired and the night before was repeated, with her pretending to be asleep when he came up, but in actual fact she tossed and turned all night barely getting any sleep and what made matters worse she felt incredibly turned on about what might happen to her in the coming days.
Waking the next morning Ayanna hit the shower, she was pleased to see the marks on her body were starting to fade. The bite marks on her breasts were now only just visible, unfortunately the red marks from the belting across her round ass were still quite vivid.
Having showered she went back into the bedroom to see what outfit they had for her today. Opening the bag, she found there were only two items, a white very short, long sleeve, zip front, mini dress and a pair of strappy 5-inch heels. There was a note as well, “No underwear Bitch! Wear the collar from yesterday.”
Putting on the dress, as with the clothes yesterday it was a perfect fit, the problem was how short and tight the dress was. The dress barely covered her ass and with no panties she would have to always be super careful not to flash her little pussy. It zipped up the front, but the tightness of the dress and the materiel meant that it was obvious that she was wearing no bra on her beautiful firm 34C breasts.
Once she had tied the horrible collar around her beautiful neck, she checked herself in the mirror, horrified but also highly aroused at the sight of her, she thought, “I look such a total slut!”
Ayanna had put a skimpy thong in her bag just in case she felt she needed to cover up her little pussy, but was aware she may be spied on so she intended to only use it if she felt the risk of punishment was to be feared less than the predicament she might be in without panties. Taking her bag, she left her home and walked to the underground for her commute to work. Leaving her house, one of her neighbours opposite, an elderly white man in his 60s was just putting out his bins. Mr. Samsom, she thought his name was, but only knew a couple of her neighbours to talk beyond saying hello to and so didn’t know many of their names. Everybody kept themselves to themselves.
“Morning Ayanna!” The elderly neighbour called out to her.
Ayanna: “Morning,” She tried to sound as cheerily as possible.
She could see he also stopped and stared as she walked down the road in her super revealing outfit. Feeling his eyes boring into her ass as it was blatantly revealed undulating by the tight material.
Ayanna also quickly realised, that with the zip front and her large firm unrestrained breasts moving inside the tight dress that the zip was working its way down as she walked, and she had to keep pulling it back up. Knowing she was naked under the dress and knowing that with one tug of the zip she would be completely exposed. Another something she had to be careful of for the day.
Like yesterday morning, she had to avoid eye contact on the underground with all the men staring at her with so much of her body on show. Even the covered parts under the dress, being it was so tight, she knew there wasn’t a curve that wasn’t obvious.
When she arrived at the office this time, she rode the lift with the young pimply Oliver and another member of her office James Hartman, a 27-year-old banker of stocky build, average height. He always appears serious, almost stern giving off a slightly intimidating vibe. He had short, neatly trimmed hair, dark brown, and sharp and watchful eyes. His clothing was typical for a banker–well-tailored suits, polished shoes, and a conservative tie. He always came across a little overconfident with an air of arrogance.
It was almost immediately she felt the hand on her ass, she turned to find the nasty pimply youth smirking at her. She turned back knowing she could do nothing and tried to ignore the attention. He didn’t hold back he squeezed and caressed quite openly and even went as far as pushing his hand right between her gorgeous round ass cheeks. Even more annoying she could feel her little pussy throbbing from the humiliation of being grouped and mauled by this pimply unattractive youth while in front of the other man.
When they arrived on the 33rd floor as the lift doors opened, the boy took his hand away from her ass, but just as she stepped out the other man gave her ass a really hard slap, “Have a great day, sweet cheeks,” he told her as she yelped in pain and surprise and then walked with her head hung in humiliation to her desk. Humiliation! But her little pussy was throbbing and dripping, and she could feel her smooth shapely thighs were getting sticky form her juices as she since wasn’t wearing any panties.
Ayanna worked hard all morning and through her lunch break, she wasn’t hungry and didn’t eat any lunch. At exactly 2 pm a message form Arabella popped up on her screen, “Black Slave Slut Bitch, attend my office NOW!”
Ayanna immediately rose and headed to the lift. When the lift doors opened on the next floor, stepping nervously out of the lift her heart sank and her empty stomach turned with anxiety as there on either side of Arabella’s desk stood Oliver and James.
Walking up to the desk, “Good afternoon mistress,” Ayanna addressed Arabella with some shame.
Arabella: “Address your fellow members of staff.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Hartman and Mr. Bennet,” Ayanna spoke to the two men with her head hung in shame.
Arabella: “I’ve been told these two men assaulted you in the lift, is this true?”
Ayanna looked up, “Surely not? This can’t be right is Arabella coming to her defence, or was this a trick?” Thought Ayanna, she wasn’t sure how to answer.
Arabella: “Well?” Arabella raised her voice, “Did they?”
Ayanna: “Yes,” she replied barely more than a whisper.
Arabella: “What? Speak up, bitch.”
Ayanna: “Yes, mistress,” she spoke a little louder.
Arabella: “And you didn’t thank them properly, did you?”
Ayanna, her heart sinking again, realising she was going to be punished in some humiliating way, “No mistress.”