Tuesday.

Another fucking Tuesday, Elaine thought as she groaned and begrudgingly turned off the alarm of her phone. She stretched as she climbed out of the bed.

“Fucking Tuesday,” She mumbled and stared at her reflection while brushing her teeth.

She pulled out her outfit without thinking.

Her office uniform looked dull and uninspiring.

But as she got dressed there was something that made her feel reassured.

Calmer.

Like there was something to look forward to.

As she took a deep breath she felt safe. Elaine felt something hugging her body under her clothes.

Almost like a… constraint, but in a good way.

Her reflection smiled at her.

She did her makeup to look professional as always but added a rebellious scarlet lipstick. She finished everything by tying her brown hair into a bun.

Elaine chose to go with a light pink shirt, instead of the stipulated white shirt, under the office’s navy blue blazer with the office’s navy blue skirt. She slid into her dark stockings and put on some black heels.

Before walking out she opted to top everything with a white silk scarf, tied with a fashionable knot over her neck.

By the time she got to the office, Elaine already counted three men and two women checking her out, and then her co-workers complimented how cute she looked in her uniform, asking her how she managed to pull it off like that.

It made her smile and made her day.

Everyone had something to say.

Everyone except Martin.

If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn that he grinned the moment he saw her. He rushed to his cubicle without saying a word, but he still had the balls to send her a text five minutes later.

“See you at lunch.” She read.

With a roll of her eyes and a scoff, she replied.

“Sure, why not.”

Huh, that’s weird, she thought she had texted something else. “Whatever,” she placed her phone on silence and went back to work.

Things went on as usual. As she read documents and worked on spreadsheets, time flew by. Any time she moved something reminded her of that tightness around her chest, around her legs.

It reassured her.

It felt nice and…

One hand went over her leg, and she reached for the hem of her skirt, lifting it just a little bit, touching the fabric of the stockings.

“Ready?” Martin said as he knocked on the open door of her office.

Elaine turned red. How long did he… what did he see?

“What?” Her tone was something between anger and shame. He was staring at her, at the scarf around her neck.

“For lunch, are you ready?”

She sighed and logged off from her computer, “Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Follow me,” Martin snapped his fingers and walked away.

A wave of anger surged through Elaine, but it quickly dissipated as she walked behind him.

“Weird,” She thought, he was not walking towards the elevator. He led her to the bathroom.

Martin opened the door and motioned her to get in.

How dare he? Elaine thought, feeling red anger flush around her cheeks.

The bastard! He was not going to hear the end of this, she would go to HR, but first, he would get a piece of her mind.

She walked in, her chest puffed, her head tall, her heels clicking hard on the floor.

Martin walked in after her, locking the door behind him.

“Listen, Martin,” She said, but he lifted a finger.

Elaine fell silent, the sentence dying in her mouth.

“The scarf,” He said, “looks great on you, nice way to hide it.”

Her hand flew to her throat, she gulped and felt that reassuring tightness around her neck.

“Let me help you,” He said taking a step forward, and pulled from the silk.

With the scarf on his hand, she still felt that tightness around her neck, she turned to the mirror.

A leather collar was around her neck with a ring hanging from the front.

She touched the leather strip, “What-”

Martin walked behind her. He touched her chin, his hand slid down to her neck, his fingers grabbing the ring.

“Lovely as always,” He whispered into her ear.

Her eyes flew wide, but she didn’t move.

“I love that look,” He kissed her cheek, her other arm went around her waist, and his hand fondled her right breast.

Stop, she thought, but the words didn’t leave her mouth.

“Do you Remember? Elaine? Do you remember your collar now?” He said.

Those words slithered inside her ear, and she remembered. It was like waking up from a dream.

“I remember, Master.” Elaine gasped as memories of their encounters came flooding her mind.

Standing behind her, he watched her reflection in the mirror.

“Did you do as I told you?” He said before biting her earlobe.

Elaine closed her eyes and enjoyed the way Martin’s hands began to unbutton her shirt.

“Yes,” She exhaled.

“Show me,” his hands left her body and he took a step back. She opened her eyes, and for a second, she looked disappointed, but then, Elaine’s reflection smiled at him.

Without turning, she pulled off her jacket, placing it over the sink. She continued with the buttons of her shirt where he left off, opening it to show the faint outline of the leather straps she was wearing instead of a bra.

She bit her lip when she saw her reflection, the dark harness hugged her body and held her breasts in place with a strap that barely covered her nipples.

Martin leaned back and saw her drop the shirt to the floor. She was swinging her hips, dancing to music only she could hear.

“How does it feel?” He said touching the places where leather met skin.

Elaine relished his touch, she closed her eyes and moved her head searching his body.

“Divine,” she dropped the skirt to the floor.

Her fingers touched the garter belt made of leather, it was tight on her legs.

“Comforting,” her hands reached between her legs.

“Makes me feel calm,” She tried to touch her pussy, but Martin’s hand stopped her.

“Not yet,” He said, pulling her hands behind her back.

And then she saw them, she remembered. The leather cuffs that she had been wearing under her uniform since that morning.

She giggled.

“Please?” She wiggled her ass against his crotch.

“Soon,” With a chain he pulled out from his jacket, Martin held Elaine’s hands behind her back, linking them together, “now get on your knees.”

Elaine complied, sinking to the floor, spreading her legs in the position he always trained her.

He pulled down his zipper and took out the cock from his boxers and pants.

Arousal grew through her body, and need took over her mind, Elaine nuzzled her head against his crotch.

“Good girl,” He said and caressed her hair, “Open up for me.”

She didn’t need to be told twice, her jaw slacked and her tongue hung from her mouth.

Martin pushed his cock past her lips and groaned.

“Fuck, I missed you. It’s been so long since you wore your collar.”

Elaine bobbed her head automatically, trying to stimulate his glans from the underside, there was no space for another thought inside her mind but pleasing her Master.

“But it’s really difficult to hide your collar when it’s not cold outside.” He groaned as he felt her teeth gently teasing him.

“Careful there,” he gasped and pushed her head back.

Elaine stood back, her tongue trying to reach his cock.

With some effort, he pulled her up and bent her over the sink.

“Did you do your daily training as I told you?” His fingers trailed her back, slowly going down until he reached her ass.

“Elaine loves to do it,” she cooed, “Every night, just like you ordered, Master,” She gasped the moment she felt his finger spread her ass.

“Good,” He said and poured cold lube over her ass, smearing it inside with his middle finger, “Good girl.”

Elaine shivered at the compliment.

“Obedient girl,” He added, playing with her asshole. Pushing it in and out, making sure she was well-lubed.

“Slutty girl,” Martin pulled out his finger.

Elaine was panting over the sink, watching her reflection overstimulated, drooling, lost in her own lust.

And with a single thrust, he pushed his cock inside.

She yelped, but Martin covered her mouth, her other hand using her restraints to rein her.

“I bet you missed this too, huh?” Martin kept a slow rhythm.

Elaine nodded.

“Must have been hard for yourself, waiting, edging yourself. Training yourself without help.”

Elaine’s eyes rolled back, she couldn’t focus, all that mattered was that her Master enjoyed her body, all that mattered was the pleasure he gave her when he used her.

Her mouth drooled under his hand, strands of saliva dropping on the sink, her yelps and moans barely held back by her Master.

Martin began to pick up his pace, his cock sliding easily from her anal canal. His thrust made her tits jiggle off from her restraints.

“I wish we could do this every day,” he said finally releasing her mouth to grab her tits.

Elaine wished it too.

She wished to surrender, she wished to be on her knees, to wait for him kneeling by the door. She wished to be His.

His hands held her in place by the hips, while Elaine’s head played over every fantasy and desire that she had yet to fulfill.

Her orgasm was getting closer, but as she was not getting any stimulation from her clit or vagina, she felt closer almost on the edge, but unable to reach it.

Martin’s cock pounded her, stimulated her, it filled her but didn’t reach her g-spot quite well, just teasing her.

It was driving her crazy.

“Please,” she muttered. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” her voice was nothing but a soft plead.

Her master groaned and he moved her hands to touch her mound, his fingers caressing her pubes and sliding between her lower lips to gently touch her engorged and sensitive clit.

She yelled, “Please!” And threw her head back.

“Almost there, pet, cum with me,” He began to play with her, making circles on her clit while she groaned.

An alarm began to ring.

“Shit,” He muttered and pounded her faster, “Lunch break is over, we-” he groaned, “we better hurry up.”

His middle finger played with her clit, moving faster, almost a vibration, “Cum on, cum for me,” He groaned loudly.

Elaine looked at her reflection.

Her mascara was running down, her lipstick was all over the place, and her hair, fuck, she looked like a whore, her hair was loose and all over the place.

But damn, did the girl in the mirror looked like she loved it.

“You fucking whore,” Elaine whispered to herself.

Martin thrust forward, pushing his cock deep inside her.

She felt his cum splurge inside, it was hot and violent. And she loved it.

Elaine gasped, freezing in place as her whole body tensed up, her toes, her legs, electricity flooded her body and mind, holding her in place, making her gasp. Her clit sent waves of pleasure up her spine all the way to her empty mind.

Martin didn’t move. He emptied himself inside her.

“Good,” he gasped, “Good girl.” He said caressing her the nape of her neck. After a few seconds, he let go of her, pulling his cock out of her sheath.

“Stay there, there is one last thing,” He searched his pocket. “Don’t move, and take a deep breath,”

Elaine could not move even if she wanted to.

He released her hands, letting her grasp the sink.

A second later, she felt something cold slide up her ass.

“It’s a metal plug,” He said, “I want you to keep it inside you until the end of the day, do you understand?”

With her body spasming, Elaine tried to find an appropriate response.

“I- Elaine- Elaine understands, Master.”

He smiled and spanked her ass.

“You are the best slave a Master could ever hope for,” He said and pulled her for a kiss.

Elaine collapsed to the floor. She felt pieces of her mind return slowly.

He caressed her cheek, her neck, her chest.

“I will take it out after dinner.” He said, kneeling in front of her, staring into her eyes.

She shook her head.

“Elaine, Elaine is not ready for that, Master.” She averted his eyes.

He sighed.

“It will be fine, no one will see us, my place, tonight.”

Elaine nodded.

“I’ll let Elaine think about it, Master.”

Martin understood. He helped her dress up, fixing her makeup, and her hair. He made sure everything was impeccable, especially the scarf that hid the collar around her neck.

He smiled and stood up.

On her knees, Elaine grabbed his hand.

“Master?” She looked up at him, “Please, order Elaine to go to your place.”

Martin felt his heart jump overjoyed.

“I will send her a text.”

“Thank you, Master.”

And with that, Martin unlocked the door and walked outside.

Elaine could hear movement outside, people were coming back from lunch. The empty office was slowly filled as people returned to their cubicles. Behind the door, she heard someone call out to her Master.

“Martin, have you seen the boss?” They said.

She could almost hear him shrug his shoulders with indifference.

“I dunno, maybe she is in the bathroom. Maybe she is not back from lunch yet? Who cares?” He said and Elaine could hear him walk away.

She smiled. What a farce.

Then she got a message on her phone.

“Let her forget.” It read.

Elaine looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good, everything in place, except… She was sure she was wearing a different shade of lipstick today, wasn’t it red? It was pink now. It matched her shirt.

Elaine shrugged it off.

As she got to her office, she heard the ping of her phone announcing a new message.

It was that little asshole, Martin.

“You, me. Dinner, my place. Tonight. That’s an order.”

Elaine gasped. That. Little. Fuck.

How dare he?

She was going to give him a piece of his mind.

At his place, tonight.