It started in college when she let her ex bang her against a window. Exposing her body to the world had left her dripping.
Shortly after their relationship blew, she tried a BDSM club and eventually found herself a dom. Tracy’s been exploring her hidden desires ever since.
One thing she’s learned is that it isn’t just the wild sex she loves. But it’s also the shame. The embarrassment. She craves humiliation, especially in public.
Her dom has been happy to oblige these desires, but today, Tracy found herself with the opportunity for more.
Craving shame, Tracy is on a very strict punishment schedule. Every Saturday, she goes through three hours of rigorously torturing her body in order to punish herself for her naughty desires. But today, they were interrupted.
Tracy was woken up by a phone call at 9am. Her boss desperately needed her in the office today and she, knowing it was urgent, sped off to work.
It wasn’t until after lunch that Tracy realized she had seriously fucked up.
‘you’re late on your punishment.’
Tracy stared down at the text from her dom with wide eyes.
‘I’m so sorry, master! My boss called me in on an emergency. I might not be able to do it today.’
She typed the message as quickly as she could before getting back to her work. Tracy was seated in a little corner cubicle, facing the rest of the office but with no one behind her. It was surprisingly private.
‘You have four hours to finish or you won’t cum for a month.’
Tracy huffed at her phone. Usually, her dom was much more understanding. But she knew exactly why he was doing this. He knew how badly Tracy craved a public punishment. So he now he’s forcing her to endure it.
She glanced around the office and felt herself heating up between her legs. She liked the idea of punishing her body more than she would like to admit. Especially in public.
After taking a moment to think about it, she realized she could get through the first part of her punishment fairly discreetly. It was 10 minutes of nipple torture. She was to completely expose her breasts; pinch her nipples for 30 seconds, release, repeat 20 times; then clamp them.
Easy, right?
She set up her phone and began to record herself. She couldn’t ignore how rare an opportunity this was and wanted a reminder of the fact that it happened for herself and her dom.
Tracy’s hands slightly shook as she unbuttoned her shirt, but her nipples were so hard they nearly ached. She relished in the pain of not only her nipples but the dull throbbing of her cunt. The pain made her happy and she couldn’t help but smile.
Pulling up her bra, her breasts were completely exposed in her corner office. she glanced at the clock and watched the minute turn. With that, her forefingers and thumbs trapped her nipples in an unrelenting pinch. She squirmed a little and beamed at the feeling of torturing her poor nipples. Tracy was already excited to later feel their soreness rubbing against her bra.
She continued to pinch and tug at her nipples, lightly twisting when she wanted an extra rush of pain. After only five minutes, she knew her panties were ruined.
But at eight minutes, a coworker approached. Her eyes widened a bit and her grip tightened around her nipples. A naughty feeling rushed over as her fingers instinctively punished her harder for enjoying how close she was to being caught. She deserved a harsher punishment for such dirty desires.
The coworker, Jack, stayed back far enough that he couldn’t see what she was doing.
“Hey, almost done with your section of the report?”
Tracy smiled and twisted her nipples as hard as she could. “Of course! I’ll have it done within the hour.”
“Great! Oh, and I’m really sorry you got called in on a Saturday. It really is my bad for forgetting to have everyone finish their sections of the report yesterday. I completely forgot they were due this afternoon.”
She shook her head. “It’s perfectly fine. I didn’t have much else to do anyway. Plus, I hear the boss is gonna give us Monday in exchange.”
Jack chuckled, “That’ll be something, huh? Well, good luck with your section. Just send it over once you’re finished.”
He gave a small nod and left.
Tracy bit her lip and squirmed in her seat again. She was desperate for something to fill her pussy. But she also loved the ache of depriving it. It was part of her punishment, anyways.
She pulled two clothespins she kept in her purse and clamped them on her nipples before ending the recording and sending it off.
Tracy spent the next half hour working on her report. It was nearly done so she decided to dedicate the rest of her time to her punishment.
Once again, she looked around before taking out her breasts again and hiking up her skirt. Being the good sub she is, she didn’t wear any panties. Her next task was to spend a full twenty minutes slapping herself. Normally, she would be quite gentle on this part, but she needed it hard. There was an ache inside of her that yearned to see just how far she could push her own body.
The ruler on her desk would have to make do. She glanced around at her coworkers as she hit her own breast with the ruler. It wasn’t very loud and for that she was grateful. She kept a steady rhythm, only moving when the pain grew too much from hitting the same spot. Not even four minutes in and she had to move to her thighs. She set up her phone and recorded this part, entranced by the way her inner thighs slowly grew wetter and wetter from her own dripping cunt.
She sent off a good ten-minute video of her going at her thighs mercilessly to her dom.
Just over six minutes remained and she knew where she needed it most.
Tracy took a shaky breath as the hard wooden ruler came down to slap her pussy. A blissful smile came about her from the ache. It was wonderful.
Her slaps grew harsher and harsher, needing the sweet stinging on her cunt to last. It was hard not to moan from the joy of pain. She felt like a dog in heat. A horny, hapless bitch. Her tongue nearly loled out of her mouth at the thought.
As she finished, she made a mental note to ask her master to treat her like a dog. She knew she would enjoy panting and barking. She already craved the humiliation.
Tracy slipped her clamped nipples back into her clothes, unable to resist giving them a light tug in the process. The next part was her favorite.
Teasing and torturing her asshole.
She lifted her knees and looked around her desk for what she could use. She had only brought a plug with her, but that wouldn’t due. Though she planned to plug herself in the end, it wouldn’t make for the kind of torture she craved.
A pen was the first thing she saw. She picked it up and clicked it, bringing out the ball-point tip. Tracy’s eyes glanced around once more before she began to film herself drawing around her hole, watching it quiver in her phone’s camera. Her poor hole was so helpless to the sweet feeling of being teased that it quickly tried to open itself up. She smiled at how hungry her own hole was and gave it a harsh slap with the ruler as a reward.