It had been a week since Linda had submitted to Graham’s control, and a lot had changed. Linda felt like a new women, a feeling she was careful to keep under wraps out of the office.
She got to work early so she could change into clothes more suitable for an office slut. Anyone seeing her on the train in the morning would see the same old, slightly mumsy length skirts and severe jacket pulled tightly around her chest. She carried a rucksack with her that contained her real office clothes, just the thought of carrying her slutty persona in a bag surrounded by people going about there normal lives made Linda shiver with pleasure.
If that person had seen her again in the office they would of noticed a change, as Linda now wore a skirt that finished somewhere about mid thigh, the jacket had gone but the white starched blouse was still there albeit with some more buttons undone.
Her heels were also changed from flat heel sensible shoes to 3-inch stilettos made of the finest leather. Linda also discarded her panties, placing them in her handbag for later. She had learned there was no point in wearing any as they only got in the way during the day, it was also playing havoc with her weekly washing as they were constantly sopping wet anyway.
This state of constant arousal was not the result of any direct contact with her new master, he had barely spoken to her the last week. He was however sending her two e-mails a day all containing pictures in a similar vein to the original ones he’d sent.
Linda was totally hooked, the submission of the women, who all seemed to be respectable professionals in there forties was made so thrilling because she knew exactly how they all felt. She would willingly submit to any demands her master placed on her. It was as though something had snapped inside her. This willingness however was tempered by a feeling of constant shame at her behaviour, she felt so naughty, she hated to admit it but this was half of the thrill.
The change in her behaviour had not gone unnoticed in her office, her team consisted of two girls called Susan and Tina of about 18 and a job trainee called Tom who was only 16. They had noticed that Linda had changed, she seemed permanently flustered and was taking a lot of interest in her e-mail.
Her change in clothing had also caused some raised eyebrows, they were used to a slightly frumpy Linda and put the change down to a mid life crisis. Tom couldn’t keep his eyes of her after taking some work to her desk to be greeted by the sight of Linda running her hand up her thigh allowing him a glimpse of stocking top. She had blustered an apology and Tom had returned to his desk with a raging hard on blushing furiously.
Linda hated to admit it but she had found the episode thrilling and had started taking great pleasure in popping over to his desk and leaning down to talk to him, allowing him a perfect view of her breasts encased in a black lacy blouse.
She had also developed a worrying fascination with women, when looking at the e-mails she was as excited by the sight of the women as the domination they were submitting to. She didn’t want the two girls feeling left out and had started to pay them more attention as well, touching their arms and brushing against them whenever the opportunity presented itself.
All in all the atmosphere in the office was of heightened sexual tension that was almost palpable. Linda couldn’t think straight due to the constant e-mail bombardment, she was coming at least twice a day and had become adept at muffling her moans of pleasure.
She wanted more, though the e-mail had opened her eyes she wanted participation, she wanted to be used like a cheap slut, why hadn’t her master summoned her, had she done something wrong? Surely he wasn’t going to leave her stewing for ever, she felt slightly cheated she had told him she wanted to be his office slut now he didn’t seem interested.
At about three o’clock her phone rang “Get yourself up here slut, I’ve got someone for you to meet.”
Linda’s heart skipped a beat at last her summons had come, she was in the lift when she realised there was going to be someone else in the office with them. Had the person been in the office when her master had called, Linda froze with horror.
She couldn’t go through with this no one else could know about her, she felt faint, what could he be planning surely he wanted to keep the situation under wraps as much as she did. She reached his office, the blinds were closed as usual, she knocked.
“Enter” Linda pensively entered the office unsure of what awaited her. Graham was at his desk as usual and there was a young woman with him. She was around the same age as her master, early 30, s and was about 5 foot ten, with striking red hair. She was dressed impeccably in a suit with a short skirt that ended way up her knees, she was wearing a jacket which did little to disguise her ample chest. Linda felt herself flush.
“So this is the one I’ve heard so much about” Nicola circled Linda eyeing her up and down, “What’s your name?”
“L… Linda” the slap shook Linda, she touched her face, which was stinging, the pain was terrible.
“Ill ask you again, what’s your name?”
“Office Slut”
“Office slut what ”
“Office slut miss”
“That’s better” the anger in Nicola’s voice subsided she was behind Linda now, Linda stared straight ahead. She could see Graham smiling to himself.
“You always did like them older Graham, she looks a little vanilla, are you sure she’s right for you.”
“Let me worry about that Nicola, you know I like my women a bit older, besides I like the internal conflict, look at her she’s soaking wet and feeling guilty as hell at the same time”
Nicola put her hand on the back of Linda’s thigh, Linda nearly passed out, she was desperate to be touched, despite the fact that this women had slapped her she needed urgent attention and didn’t care where it came from.
Nicola’s hand moved up her thigh, past her stocking tops, “God her stocking tops are wet, she’s a naughty little slut isn’t she” Graham just smiled.
They were talking as if Linda wasn’t even in the room, she felt like an object, a piece of furniture nothing more. Nicola’s hand had reached Linda’s cunt, which felt as though it was on fire. Linda couldn’t stifle the moan that issued from her lips.
“Oh look at the little slut all turned on, do you want mummy to make you come?”