She knocked on the door, tentatively.  I answered it and, looking at my crotch with downcast eyes, she said “Sir, may it come in?”   I motioned for her to come into the room.

She was dressed as I had ordered, pants suit and jacket with a grey turtle neck. “May I prepare Sir?” she asked, still with downcast eyes. I sat and indicated that she could begin.  She unbuttoned the suit jacket she had worn to work all day.  She appeared to be dressed professionally  and modestly.  Once the jacket was open, however, appearances changed.  What had appeared to be a modest turtle neck turned out to be a cashmere dickey, the squared off ends had loops which went through the piercings of her nipples to hold it down, modestly in place.  Two small gold chains descended from her nipples, through her belly button piercing where they joined and descended past the belt line.   She stood, arms firmly behind her back, waiting for me to direct her to continue.

A move of my hand and she sat down, carefully removing her shoes – 4 inch heels  in red with a silver cap on the toe.  Once removed she stood and waited.  Another motion and she unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her legs.  The chain from her belly was visible as it went to the ring in her clit.  She wore a bright red garter belt holding her stockings.  Shaved, without underwear, two small steel balls dangled between her legs just below her crotch.  She stood again, watching for my  movement and my approval.  She had done well.  Beneath her seemingly modest work appearance she was really dressed like the slut she was.

A hand motion and she sat again.  I noticed a short gasp.  The movement had pulled at her clit ring, the sitting had pushed the balls up the respective holes they dangled from.  She put the high heels on again and stood. I motioned for her to turn, she did so and bent low for my approval.  The balls that had been apparent as she had stood before me now clearly dangled from a dildo and a butt plug firmly inserted into their respective holes.

I reached out and jerked them from her.  She gasped as the made a clear popping sound.  Her cunt spasmed at its emptiness, her butt hole gaped widely at me.  I unsnapped the elastic which held down the back of the dickey to her garter belt.  Another gasp.  “Stand up and turn around” I said firmly.  She turned and stood there, unsteady from the shock that had shot from her pussy and ass to her brain.  Her thoughts now clouded by the endorphins generated.

There she stood, with only her cashmere dickey, resting atop her heaving breasts.  I reached over and unhooked the front of her dickey from her nipples, pinching them in the process.  A thin line of liquid started running down the inside of her thighs.  Her eyes never left my crotch.  Good sub.  She beamed with my approval, her legs still spread wide.