Back To Work - Sex Stories

Back To Work

... future.

Finishing at 4:30, I went back through my outer office, saying goodbye to Chantelle, who winked at me and told me to enjoy my evening! As I made the twenty-minute walk to the pub where I was meeting Miss Susan, my stiletto heels clicking as I walked, I could, once again, feel the tug of my suspenders and the breeze on my bald pussy; that and the thought of seeing Miss Susan again, started to make me aroused. Entering the pub, I soon saw Miss Susan, sitting in a quiet corner. She waved me over and told me to get her a glass of Merlot and to get myself what I wanted. Choosing Chardonnay for myself, I returned to the table, waiting for Miss Susan to tell me to sit; she just grinned and motioned for me to sit down. Picking a carrier bag up from the floor beside her, she handed it to me, telling me to go to the loo and change into the skirt that was in it.

Entering the cubicle, I removed my skirt and sat down. Taking the new skirt from the bag, I checked the label; Miss Susan had bought it at the same shop, but instead of being size 12, it was size 12P! Before putting it on, I made sure my stockings were pulled right up and firmly held by my suspender belt. I exited the cubicle and checked myself in the mirror; it was a good inch or inch and a half shorter, now clearly above my knees.

Returning to the bar, Miss Susan smiled her approval and motioned me to sit again; as I sat, the pencil skirt rode up very close to my stocking tops; I was going to have to be very ...

... careful at work! She told me to make sure that all my work skirts were 12P and to take the old ones to a charity shop. She asked me how my day had gone and I told her it that it had been very strange for me. I hardly ever wore stockings and had never been without knickers. On top of that my nipples were quite painful. I told her about lunch and Chantelle, at which she giggled and told me to be more careful in future.

We only stayed for a couple of drinks at the pub and then caught the tram back to my apartment. Miss Susan had me strip naked and kneel for her, at which she fastened the collar around my neck, saying that we really had to get a name tag for it. I had already made the preparations for our dinner, so all I had to do was cook it; it certainly felt strange to be cooking naked with a collar around my neck! As I served Miss Susan, I marvelled at the hold this young girl had over me. She was so confident and assertive and I was loving it.

After dinner, it was time for my training; I was told to crawl to the bedroom to clip the leash to my collar and return with the riding crop between my teeth. Returning with the leash dragging on the ground, I immediately sensed her displeasure. Taking the crop, she swatted my arse, saying, "Joanna, this really is not good enough; I don't ever want to see your leash dragging on the ground."

I apologised profusely, promising not to let it happen again, at which she grinned widely, saying, "It had better not, my girl, or it will ...