An extract from the “Breaking in… A to F” collection,

taken from: “Breaking in Amanda”

(Enduring naked bondage in the secret Perfectosec facility, Amanda is being re-trained in a mock up office containing some unusual fittings by a “Mr Chipping” – a masterful trainer who wears a photo-mask of her boss’s face…)

Amanda squealed as her bare feet were stung by another jolt from the metal floor panel she was standing on. With a jingle of hobble chains she skipped quickly sideways onto a non-electrified panel. She had stepped on the wrong floor square without permission and been punished for carelessness. In this office she stood only where she was permitted.

It had taken her an hour and a lot of tears to learn that lesson. Now she tried not to think of the spectacle was making of herself as she allowed Chipping’s voice to move about the room like a puppet. Disobedience was simply no longer an option if she did not want to suffer.

Chipping’s voice sounded over the speakers mounted in the corners of the room transmitted from where he stood at the monitor lectern outside. ‘Impale yourself anally on the desk chair six times…’ he commanded her.

Whimpering, Amanda shuffled quickly over to the office chair and sat down upon it so that the grease dildo slid up into her backside. She groaned as it stretched her anal sphincter. Grimly she lifted her hips up and down six times, pumping the big ribbed rubber shaft in and out of her aching rear. It, like most of the other dildos in the room, was already well lubricated by her juices.

‘The client waiting in reception wants a white coffee with two sugars. Ride the machine while you are getting it…’

With a sob Amanda pulled herself off the chair and shuffled over to the coffee machine. She splayed her thighs and knelt down before it so that it’s jutting dildo slid up into her vagina. Then she reached up, the chains from her belt to her cuffed wrists allowing just enough freedom of movement, and pressed the requested dispenser buttons. While it was delivering the order she worked her hips back and forward, making the rubber squelch inside her.

When the steaming cup was delivered she pulled herself off the dildo and took it carefully with her glued fingers over to the reception area and meekly offered it to the waiting dummy.

‘Here is your coffee just as you like it, Sir,’ she said.

Carefully she took the paper from the dummy’s plastic hands and fitted the cup into them. The fingers were adjustable and she closed them about the cup and then moved its arm to bring the cup up to its lips. Then she stood meekly before it with her hands crossed over her middle hiding nothing of her naked body. Under its sightless gaze she seemed to become even more acutely aware of her wet pubic curls and shiny thighs and sore labia lips.

‘The client thanks you and says you have lovely breasts,’ Chipping told her.

Struggling not to breakdown, Amanda said solemnly to the dummy: ‘Thank you sir. I’m g… glad they p… please you.’

‘The client would like to see you play with them…’ Chipping informed her.

Snivelling, Amanda raised her hands and cupped and squeezed her big breasts, pinching and stretching her nipples so that they throbbed and stood out brazenly. She was playing with her tits for the pleasure of a shop window dummy! How terribly she was being punished for her that slap!

Chipping waited until her nipples were standing out like hat-pegs and were pulsing with blood before he said: ‘Now water the pot plant…’

Amanda shuffled over to the plant and turned about and pushed her bottom out and squatted against it and, with her cheeks burning, peed into its pot. She shuddered as she felt the water spurting out of her, teasing her swollen sex lips. She imagined the dummy client looking at her disgracing herself. But a good secretary should have no shame about the office.

‘Now squat down over the desk dildo…’ Chipping commanded.

It was the one dildo she had not yet used. It was mounted on the main the desk and jutted vertically up from its middle in splendid isolation. Awkwardly Amanda clambered onto the desk and spread her knees and thighs wide and squatted down over it, resting her cuffed hands in front of her.

As soon as it penetrated her it began to buzz and pump inside her. It was a vibrator!

Amanda moaned as it reciprocated within her. Drips fell from her pussy onto the desktop. Chipping’s eyes staring out of Oliver’s face looked through the transparent wall as she began to jerking her hips in helpless response to the big rubber shaft pumping away inside her. Her big breasts began to bob in time with the motion of hips. Her cheeks burned in shame and yet she could not stop. Her pussy had been tormented too many times during the last hour by dildo after dildo without relief and now she felt her loins filling with perverse lust that could not be denied…

Amanda gasped as the orgasm overwhelmed her, spraying her juices out about the pumping dildo. And then she slumped forward across the desk dizzy; and drained and for a moment not caring about anything.

‘That is your reward for being a good secretary, Ms Watson…’ Chipping said. ‘That completes this session. Now it’s time for a visit to the bathroom…’