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Halloween 2014 (2)
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Halloween 2014 (2) As I stared at the butt plug I noticed there was a note and a pair of pink panties in the drawer next the strap-on penis I figured it was something left for me so I opened it and the message read, 'You probably ruined your other pair of panties. Put these on after stuffing your tushy with the butt plug - Love, Mary'. I leaned against the table just keep my balance as I pulled the pink panties down over my garter belt and stockings. She was right, they were a mess as I dropped them to the floor with an audible splat. There was also a roll of paper towels in the toy drawer, which I used to clean myself of the lube that had smeared around my well fucked asshole during the evening. I ran to the mirror to see if I had ruined my gift from Mr. Paul, but fortunately as I preened in front of the mirror every turn I made didn't reveal any lube stains. I felt proud that I had enough intestinal fortitude to hold back most of the lube from ruining everything. As I turned and looked at my ass I suddenly had a brilliant idea. I quietly moved over to the door and locked it from the inside and then returned to the mirror, positioning a desk chair in front of it, and taking my place for the show I was about to put on for myself. Pulling up my skirt and throwing a leg over the arm of the chair opened my pussy completely to my own leering eyes. Just seeing how horny I looked with the butt plug poised to be pushed inside and I fell into the fantasy of a porn star as I tried to look as sexy as possible as the silver butt plug spread me wide before snapping shut around the thin handle. I nearly lost it right away, as I trembled while turning the plug inside my submissive hole. When I closed my eyes it only made things better as I was toying with my hole by spreading it to the widest point of the plug before slamming it deep inside...and then starting over again and again and again. By the time I reopened my eyes I had progressed into Hustler poses as I had become the porn star in my own mind. This made me think about the video that was sent to me, and I had a powerful female orgasm rip through my belly and out the top of my head. I was whimpering and jamming that butt plug as deep as it could reach as it triggered another orgasm as my own cock was now nearly fully erect. When I finally moved up really close to the mirror, so that I could easily watch the plug filling my sissy hole, this put me over the edge as my cock began leaking cum. I quickly wrapped my right hand around the shaft and began jerking hard, knowing I was already close to cumming. After only seconds I began shooting geysers of cum, which landed on the mirror and across the floor. As I slowly came back from my orgasmic high there was a knock on the door, "Your break is over in minutes." I rose up onto my high heels and quickly used the paper towels to clean up the cum off of the floor, and then when I got to the mirror I had a naughty thought and leaned in close to the mirror and licked it all off before drying off the places I just licked. I wanted to gently pull out the plug, but didn't know if I had enough time, so instead I just pulled on the new pink panties and unlocked the door before the muscle guard unlocked the padlock on the outside of the door. I walked out of there like nothing had happened, but I noticed that during the half hour inside the office most of the party guests had already departed with more staff than guests remaining behind. When I reached the upstairs office I was ready to thank Robert for the much needed break, but he had been replaced by Mr. Fred, "Did you have a good time goofing off?" Did he know something or was it just me reading something into an innocent question, "The 'boss' told me, after watching you carefully the entire night, that he already gave you a passing grade and you had met your first obligation. You may have squared it with him, but the way I see it you still have five hours of work ahead of you. Maybe then you will get my check of approval for Halloween." The Dom took a few steps away from the window to finish his speech, "Change back into your other uniform and get started. Miss Peggy will be back soon to give you instructions to help you complete your tasks." Ten minutes later I had returned from the pink sissy maid to the dreary house maid uniform. Looking at my image in the mirror it truly was a come down from being a hot woman to a custodial worker. Peggy took up where she had left off in the afternoon as most of the other employees were sent away early. Mary briefly stopped past me on the way out and asked, "Do you have the butt plug? Where is it?" Before I could answer she pushed a finger to my lips and smiled, "Oh, now I know where it is. I'll need to get that back from you soon." I couldn't say much as Peggy was approaching and Mary rushed out the front door. After removing all of the decorations, and picking up the scattered trash and empty glasses, the sun was finally rising on a new day. Tossing the last of the garbage in the dumpster I could finally see the end of a long twenty four hours as the syndicate's slave. All that was left was cleaning up the bar and boxing up the excess liquor. As I was placing the last of the bottles in boxes on a hand cart Peggy got a phone call and walked out the front door to answer it, "It's 7:30 now. You still have a half hour, and I expect everything to be done when I return. I would hate to see you lose the credit for your entire day in the final few minutes." She stepped outside as I began my final cleanup and with the clock ticking it appeared I was home free. One of the muscle guards walked back in to move the booze somewhere safe when he thought twice about it, "Why am I doing this? You're the slave labor for the day. Take this back to the storage area behind the office. He tossed me a key before adding, "It's a really narrow space, so you'll need to carry in each box one at a time. Lock it up once you're done, I'm going out back for a smoke." As I lugged the hand cart to the back of the warehouse I followed the guard until he pointed me in the direction of a door that I had only thought was a small closet. When I unlocked the door it was exactly as he had described. It wasn't more than five feet wide, but did stretch to the outside wall on the far end. As I was placing the last case of liquor inside the storage space I noticed a stool with a plate of food and a couple wine glasses at the opposite end. Thinking that this may have been some kind of set up to fail me for the evening I smiled to myself that I wasn't going to be tripped up on something as small as a plate and a couple glasses. When I reached the end of the space I noticed something strange out of the corner of my eye. There were several cinder blocks removed from the wall, and when I looked inside the opening I saw the view of the<b> downstairs </font></b>office from the other side of a one way mirror. And the chair I had been sitting in earlier was still placed dead center. Hell, even my buddy fuck with Mary would have taken place directly in view of... I looked around and quickly saw a tripod folded up and leaning against one of the shelves. Had they been watching me again? And if so, when and for how long? I thought about my encounter earlier with Mary and wanted to scream out loud. How could I have been so foolish? My only goal now was to get out of there as quick as possible and wonder if New would finally be my chance break free. I backed out of the room and closed the door before anybody else noticed. I now knew what may have happened, but answers were going be tough to come by. "I see you made it through your first night." It was Mr. Paul and he seemed concerned, "If you put out a similar effort for new I can't see any reason why everybody doesn't come out for the better in the end." He then handed me a couple of hundreds, "You'll need that for cab fare." I was shocked, "I can't go home in a public cab dressed like this? Where are my clothes?" Without hesitation he informed me that Mr. Fred had burned them, "You'll have go home dressed as a maid." Which I did unwillingly as the cabbie kept staring at me me in the rear view mirror, "Wild night, huh?". It was so embarrassing be looked at this way, but it reminded of all the things that may have been recorded for others stare at lustfully in bookstore video booths or even on the internet. And just how many times I might get that same look in the future from somebody that is trying to place where they had seen me before, and the whole time with me praying they can't make the connection. |
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