#office kink

[kitty-to-br33d]

invite me to work for you. make sure I know that the interview is very important so that I dress up in a cute shirt, heels, and button down. you and another employee are conducting the interview, making sure I know that you're not interested in my words so that I'm even more eager to please

and then the real interview starts.

drag me into the table, rip my shirt open, plunge your fingers into my soaking slit. laugh at how much I must have enjoyed being talked down to. use my body, make sure you test all my reactions and how much I can take.

this is the real interview, and I have to prove that I want this job ❤️

[cafterdark]

"What do you mean I'm being transferred!" You shout to your manager

"My supervisor has requested that you be transferred to the branch closer to her for more... direct communication." He says. His eyes are wide, a small tremor takes over his right hand. For a former Army NCO to be that scared, she must be something.

"Have I done anything wrong?" You say.

"No, in fact you've been the best worker here. That's why she wants you."

You pinch your nose. "Is there anyway out of this?"

"I'm afraid she's made it exceptionally clear that there isn't."

"Fine. What's the address."

"I'll write it down."

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You arrive at the office the next morning. The first leaves on the trees are turning red. It's luckily a shorter commute than your old office, but you're still pissed. You had climbed up from the pit of internships into a cozy position and office. You were the first trans, no scratch that, woman to get into management. This was bullshit.

You step in. The front desk is empty. You sit down and wait. And wait. And wait. Finally, a blonde worker passes by. The first thing you notice is that her outfit is less than professional. She wears a skirt that barely goes below her legs. Her stockings hug her tights very tight. Her blouse is basically open, showing off her admittedly very beautiful tits in a pair of lingerie. If you weren't so pissed you'd be turned on. You're glad you wore slacks today.

"Hey," You call to her. "Do you know where..." You check the slip of paper in your hand. "Miss Maverne's office is?"

The woman looks at you. Her make up is ruined, lipstick smudged, mascara spilling down her face. Her hair is messy. You could swear that you can see the outlines of hands on the sides of her face. Her pupils eclipse her blue eyes. She looks as if she barely knew where she was. After a long pause of blank stares at you, she says, "Do you mean Mistress?"

"Uh..." You're paralyzed by the absurdity of the situation. Have you stumbled onto a porn set by accident?

After a long minute of the girl thinking where you could almost hear the AOL noises playing in her head, she perks up and says, "Oh, you must be new here! I'll take you to Mistress!"

Her hand shooks out and drags you through a set of doors and into the office. You look around. You see many workers with the same blown out eyes, dazed looks, and slutty office wear around you. All women. One of them is drooling at their desk while colors flash on their computer. You wonder what the hell is going on here. You arrive at a large set of doors. "Here she is!"

A secretary sits at a desk next to the doors. She's wearing what couldn't even be charitably called an outfit. Just a few strips of cloth prevent her from being fully nude. On the exposed parts are very visible hickies.

"I brought a new recruit for Mistress!" The blonde hair girl says

The secretary pouts "But Mistress isn't accepting anyone till..."

"That's quite alright secretary, thank you." A woman's voice says. You look to your right, then up. The woman is at least 6'2", and she's wearing heels. Her towering over you is an understatement. She is wearing the only proper work outfit of slacks, a blouse, and jacket. Still, there is an aura of lust around her, like she could wear anything and still look sexy in it. Two grey eyes pierce into your soul. She grins.

"You're both very good girls, you can leave now" She says. The two girls shutter and wander off. "Now, Miss Claire Hall, would you please step into my office."

You're led in and sit down in a very comfortable chair. Miss Maverne continues to look into your very soul and says

"You're probably wondering why you're here right now."

"Yeah I am, what the fuck is this?"

"This is your new office for the foreseeable future. I picked you because you're special. It's not often a woman rises the ranks of this business."

"Thanks?"

"Good Girl."

A blush strikes your cheeks. You're really glad you wore slacks today. That compliment shouldn't have hit that hard.

"Now did your old boss give you any information about your new position?"

"N...no" you stutter out, still in minor shock from the compliment. "Just the address and your name."

"Wonderful, well, you noticed that the front desk was empty right?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll be working as the receptionist there."

"What!" The rage breaks through your flustered mind like a hammer. "May I remind you that I have years of experience in programming, administration, planning, and managing under my belt?"

"So does every other worker here. You might've been a big fish in a little pond there, but here you're puny, and you'll start where you deserve." She stands up, and you can't help but internalize her words a small bit. Still your indignation burns it.

"I'm leaving. I don't deserve this humiliation." You get up and walk to the door.

"Stop." You freeze stiff.

"Walk back." You walk back.

"Sit and stare into my eyes." You sit back down into the extremely comfortable chair and stare up into her eyes. They looked grey before but now hints of green and blue scatter in. You can't help but dive into them, trying to discover their true color. It feels like you're sinking deeper and deeper into an ocean of warm homey

"Aren't my eyes pretty?" She says.

"Yuh." The words don't move right and come out wrong.

"Don't you want to keep having the privilege to stare into my eyes?" Her voice is so beautiful.

This time the words don't even come out, you just nod.

She pulls out a contract and pen. "Then sign this."

You grab the pen but it falls out of your hand. "Oops! Let me help." She says in that musical voice. She takes the pen and places it in your hand, then pulls it to the paper. She guides it into a passable signature, then smiles.

"Good Girl." You shutter.

"Right, so first things first, your breast enhancement surgery is next week."

Sanity floats up above the honey ocean. "What?"

"And that outfit is not approved. At least the four top buttons of your blouse must be unbuttoned. Pants are not allowed, only skirts that are above the mid thigh."

"Excuse me?"

"It's all in your contract."

"I didn't sign this!"

"Is that not in fact your signature on the paper?"

You look down and see a perfect replica of your signature. Fury boils in you.

"Fuck that! I'm leaving!" You get up.

"Where are you going Miss Hall?"

"Escaping this sex cult."

"Miss Hall, this is your 90 day review."

"What do you mean, I've only been here for..." You look out the window, it's snowing. You look down at your new pair of tits. Your blouse barely holds them. A cold breeze tickle your thighs. "What have you done to me?"

"Nothing." She says. "Now sit and listen." You crumble back into your chair.

"Now, both staff and guests have highly rated your performance with them in the last 90 days. You've really proven to be a capable fit for your position."

You feel heat building up in you and you don't know why.

"Good Girl." She says. Those two words hit like a truck. You almost moan. She smiles. She's smiling... about you! Excitement flutters in your chest. Wait.

"Something's wrong."

"What's wrong, Ms Cumdump?" Mistress says "Is it something you'd like to bring up for your 6 month review?"

"That name for a start, that's not my name."

Mistress sighs. "This again... Then what name would it be?"

"You know what it is it's..." You pause. Why can't you remember your name? You dig in deep but find nothing. Why can't you remember your name?

"Don't overwork that pathetic little brain of yours sweety." Mistress says. "Just check your name tag."

Oh right! It's that easy. Mistress is so smart. You look down and see your uniform. Lingerie with the required derogatory text sharpied across your body. You pull up your lanyard and read "Hypnoslut Cumdump, Receptionist and Fucktoy."

Ah, it was that easy. Wait, weren't you just in a blouse? You look up to Mistress. God she's so tall when you're on your knees. The hot late summer air sticks to your nude body. It's not amazing but receptionists aren't allowed to wear clothes and the rules are the rules. You stare into Mistress's pretty eyes and she stands and looks down at you. Mistress says

"Is there anything you want to tell me before we begin your first year performance test, Ms Cumdump?"

You try to think of what you were going to say. But your brain is soooooooooo empty that you can't remember. Probably about how beautiful she is. Yeah, that's it.

"You're sooooooooo pretty Mistress." You say.

She smiles. "Thank you, now..." She unzips her slacks and pulls out her massive cock. You're already drooling. She stands there, taunting you with it, before saying "Begin."

You take the cock into your mouth and begin worshiping it like a good fucktoy does. You hit the spot you know she's sensitive to. Mistress shutters and grabs your hair. "Good Girl." She says. You could've cum in the spot to those words if only she gave you permission. Before you could even question it, she pulls you in, and you're lost to your work.

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Inspired by @anarqueeen :)

[femdom-universe871]

[plumdiggity]

Imagine I’m sitting at my desk at home, cockwarming and grinding on my vibrating dildo. I totally forget about the company-wide zoom meeting and I frantically join a few minutes late with the dildo still inside me. And I have to sit there and listen to the longest meeting ever, trying to hide my expressions. I’m sitting in my seat, so fucking close to cumming infront of the whole company and it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. The second the call disconnects I have the most intense orgasm ever and disgustingly think about making this a habit for all meetings.

[hungwy-sinner]

Gods, I'm such a needy little whore. I want so bad to be bent over someone's desk and called mean names while they fuck me stupid. Literally just fill me until I'm drooling and can't form words. I need to be used. Ruin me. Please.

[just-askingfora-friend]

Perfect amount of content about boss fucking secretaries, assistants, employees, using them as pets, toys, etc. Not nearly enough content about secretaries and employees turning their boss into their pets, toys, or the office plaything.

[femdom-universe871]

[poltergirlst]

outfit check! 🤍🖤🥀

[satinblousefetishteacher]

Legs for days and suits for success in many ways!

More at:

[dumbdomb]

*falls in a pathetic manner in front of you while carrying a bunch of boxes* gee i sure hope nobody comes here and makes fun of me and then kicks me or something...

hmm? what was that..? oh, that's so many boxes to be carrying all at once. are you okay? like, you really fell hard just now- don't get up right away. i want to make sure you're not hurt or anything. what were you carrying anyways? do you think any of it broke- i mean, would you get into trouble if anything was damaged...? 😬

[kneeling down beside you, looking over your body and checking your ankles, knees, and elbows with my hands to see if you're injured. i stand up and brush myself off, then continue...]

well, i don't think anyone else saw you. it's ok, i won't tell on you! before you get up, though- [pressing my foot on your thigh] did you really drop all these boxes and risk getting in trouble at work just to get my attention? [places my foot on the floor between your thighs and uses an open palm to shove you backward, so you're laying down. i step forward and raise my foot up onto your torso] did you think acting clumsy would get me to help you... -instead of giving me a cute show to watch and take my mind off all of these dull papers? lol you must've been thinking about this for awhile, haven't you? pathetic.

[subtly glances around to be sure we're alone.]

why do you look like that- omg, is this turning you on?! [laughs, feigning surprise, and covering my mouth.] what a silly, desperate loser you are! [gently nudges you in the side] is this what you wanted, hm? [softly kicks your bum and eagerly watches your reaction, biting my lower lip... without being too rough, i firmly kick your thighs and sides, again and again and again...]

[hearing the far off chime of the office elevator, i quickly compose myself and take in the sight of your appearance below me, after being kicked on the floor.] hurry and clean this up. don't make foolish mistakes like this in the future, ok? you have to be smarter and know your limitations. if it's too much to carry, make a few trips or ask someone else for help. and- no, not me, idiot. find another low level colleague to help you.

[rushes back to my office before anyone sees, still watching as you pick up the boxes.] 📦

Read my pinned before you interact! 18+ only.

[femdom-universe871]

[prettypupboy]

not to be excessively slutty but i wish my job was to be a toy for some sort of queer office or event or commune or whatever. i wish i had scheduled shifts, i would get to work and clock in with my time card and get changed to whatever uniform was assigned to me that day. getting used by other trans people to calm them down and relieve stress, knowing im getting paid for it. it's my job - it's what im good at. so they pay me for it. i would be so satisfied every single day. i would be such a perfect office pet.

[hungwy-sinner]

Middle aged suburban businessmen who can afford to live comfortably- and who take that very literally. Men who splurge on backyard bbq’s, who love to watch the game while mindlessly snacking and drinking beer. Men who, since they moved to the suburbs, have noticed their work pants feeling a bit tighter. Men who never say no to the free donuts in the break room. They let their gym membership expire in favor of buying a bigger tv or a more comfortable couch. They live comfortably, and it shows. Their tucked-in dress shirts showing off their growing muffin top, their favorite old tee shirt starting to ride up over their belly when they put it on in the morning. Just… comfortable men…

[whimsyvixen]

Ooh would you ever do a piece on like a riot cop/riot suppression officer? Just a big burly guy with a face covering helmet that wants nothing more than to pound some law and order into the mc

Men in uniform always have clutching my pearls. Abuse of authority kink makes me one sick woman but I can't help my desires. I want to be held down by a strong man, especially by one that is hellbent on putting me in my place~~⛓️😩

You have a very peculiar head on those shoulders, darling. I absolutely love it~ 🖤♥️. You actually gave me a bit of motivation to doodle something for this idea of yours. I can't offer you a story so this drabble is the best I can give you. I hope you like it ✌️💋💋💋!!

~

Red Velvet

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Riot police officer x female reader

⚠️ WARNINGS/TAGS⚠️: explicit content, yandere, dark smut, rape/non-con elements, forced orgasm, unprotected sex, mating press, forced breeding, slapping, dacryphilia, degradation, dirty talk.

You're shrieking and sobbing from the exquisite fucking being forced on you. It was too much! I couldn't do this anymore. You're trying to shove him away and pleading for him to be more gentle, your squirming doing little to disrupt the tempo of his pistoning hips.

Desperately, you threw your hand forward with all your might and your fist connected with his face. He let out a grunt of pain, holding his nose with one hand while he held you down with the other hand to pin you to the floor. Seeing him gingerly touch his nose to determine the damage, your struggles renewed to get away from him. Suddenly, a vicious backhand twisted your head to the side, your stunned face breaking out in more tears from the sting on your cheek.

"The hard way it is then," there is a vacant look in his eyes as he stares down at you, making you dread what he had in store for you. He is quick to grab the back of your knees, pushing them to your chest to fold you into a more obscene position.

He doesn't give you time to formulate a protest before your high pitched cries echo across the room once more as he jackhammers into your poor abused pussy, the filthy squelch of cock piercing the walls of your womanhood audible over the repeated slap of wet flesh clashing against one another. Tears blur the image of the riot police officer above you, his black attire pristine if not for the blood smeared across it.

Those poor people. They didn't deserve it and here you were, allowing the monster responsible for their deaths pound away at your insides like a common whore.

"I'm almost there, you rebellious little bitch," he hissed over you, his serpentine eyes fixated on his cock plundering the heated depths of your pussy. His brows scrunched in near pain as your cunt strangles his dick, your walls gripping the rod of flesh so tightly that it was almost hard to pull out of you when he shifted his hips back.

"I'm cumming inside this tight little pussy." He chuckled at your horrified expression, bringing one gloved hand down to rub your swollen clit tenderly before pinching it between his fingers. The action had your hips thrusting up, a mortifying moan escaping your lips as you shook from the painful pleasure. Your eyes rolled back as he continued applying pressure to your sensitive nub, your mind no longer coherent as your body became a slave to his touch. Your hips started grinding shyly into his thrusts, unable to resist the decadent pleasure of a dick stretching your cunt and kissing your womb with every deep thrust.

"Good girl, let's end this, yeah?" He murmured sweetly, his harsh breathing muffled behind his mask. "I can feel my balls tightening up. Get ready for my load, bitch. You'll be drowning in it soon enough."

[butterbunbun]

i guess i’d better take 2000s office siren off of my list of potential halloween costumes 😞

please ignore the heavy breathing omg that’s so embarrassing i’m a lil full and still stuffy from being sick 😖