Office Disgrace
Copyright© 2026 by Susmitha Saran
Chapter 7
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7 - An arrogant Nappo CEO is brought to her knees by her own employees. She is taught a lesson that she would never forget in her life. Though reluctant at first, she started accepting her new life.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Workplace BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Orgy Interracial Black Female Indian Female Anal Sex Facial Oral Sex Scatology Spitting Water Sports Body Modification Needles Public Sex AI Generated
Priyanka woke up with a start as her phone alarm chimed loudly beside her. She stretched her aching body, muscles protesting from the rough treatment last night. Her eyes flew open when she realized she wasn’t in bed - she was sprawled naked on the cold marble floor, her smooth skin glowing in the morning light. Her fingers instinctively went between her legs, confirming what she already knew - her body hairs had been completely lasered away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
Closing her eyes, yesterday’s memories flooded back with brutal clarity. The signing of the registration papers, from Chairwoman to registered slave in one afternoon. The document even specified her new classification: “movable property.”
What terrified her most wasn’t the ownership papers. It was how wet she’d gotten signing them. How her nipples had hardened when Heffner whispered that from now on, she’d address him only as “Master.” University memories she’d suppressed came rushing back - the secret BDSM club meetings, how she’d always volunteered for the most extreme demonstrations.
Her fingers trembled as they traced the silver choker collar locked around her throat. The elegant engraving hid its true purpose – a symbolic representation of her new status.
The shower scalded her skin as she washed, careful not to touch herself too much. Heffner’s rules were explicit - no orgasms without permission. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as soap ran between her legs, the sting of pain helping resist temptation.
She pulled on the obscenely short black skirt - it barely covered her cheeks when standing. The sheer white blouse showed her dark nipples clearly, the top buttons left open as instructed, exposing the valley between her breasts. No underwear allowed, ever. The mirror reflected a stranger: lips swollen from last night’s rough use, thighs still marked with handprints, eyes dark with submission.
Downstairs, Anya didn’t meet her gaze while serving breakfast. The older woman’s knowing smirk made Priyanka’s cheeks burn. Everyone knew now. Knew what she’d become. The scrambled eggs tasted like ashes, but she ate every bite - slaves didn’t waste food.
The car ride was torture. Every bump made the short skirt ride higher. She saw the driver’s hungry eyes in the rearview mirror, watching her spread her legs slightly whenever the car turned. Letting him look was another small rebellion, another way to feed the hungry, shameful thing inside her that craved this degradation.
Priyanka stepped into the office building, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The once-familiar space now felt foreign, oppressive. She swallowed hard as she approached what used to be her private office—her sanctuary. The frosted glass door now bore Heffner’s name in bold black lettering, erasing hers as though she had never existed there.
Her fingers trembled as she pushed the door open. The scent of leather and expensive cologne hit her instantly—his scent. The desk, the chair, the shelves—all his now. She exhaled sharply, then dropped to her knees beside the chair, her skirt riding up slightly as she settled into position. Her palms rested flat on her thighs, shoulders slumped in submission.
The sudden swing of the door made her flinch. Heffner strode in, his polished Oxfords gleaming under the fluorescent lights. He locked the door with a deliberate click, sealing her fate. A slow, predatory smile curled his lips as his eyes raked over her kneeling form.
“Learning your place already, I see,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. He dropped his briefcase onto the desk with a thud, then stepped closer, looming over her. “Good girl.”
Priyanka kept her gaze down, focusing on the flawless leather of his shoe just inches from her face. The scent of polish mingled with something darker—her own arousal, dampening her thighs.
Heffner chuckled low in his throat. With deliberate slowness, he slid the toe of his shoe beneath the hem of her skirt, dragging it upwards until the cool leather pressed against her moist pussy. Priyanka gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily.
“Tell me,” he purred, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. “Did you touch yourself last night? Did you come?”
“N-no, Sir,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I—I obeyed.”
But her body betrayed her. Without thinking, she rocked forward, grinding against his shoe like a desperate animal. The leather was smooth, unforgiving—a cruel tease that left her panting.
Heffner laughed, then abruptly pulled his foot away, leaving her shuddering with need. “Pathetic,” he sneered. “But we don’t have time for your little games now. There’s a board meeting.”
Priyanka’s stomach twisted. What was he planning? She glanced around instinctively, searching for a tissue, a cloth—anything to clean the glossy smear her wetness had left on his shoe.
Heffner’s hand shot out, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up. “Did I say you could think?” His thumb dug into her jaw. “Clean it. With your tongue.”
Her breath hitched. This was humiliation distilled—licking his shoe like a dog, tasting her own shame on the leather. But she had no choice.
Slowly, she bent forward, her tongue flicking out to lap at the polished surface. The taste was bitter, metallic—her own slick mixed with the sharp tang of shoe polish.
“Good,” he murmured, watching her with dark amusement. Then, in one swift motion, he yanked her up by the choker around her neck, the metal ring biting into her throat. “Now, let’s go. Time to show everyone who you belong to.”
Priyanka’s pulse hammered in her ears as he dragged her toward the door. The worst part? She knew she’d follow him anywhere.
Priyanka’s heels clacked against the polished marble floor as she walked ahead of Heffner, her head bowed low. The tight silver chocker collar around her neck gleamed under the fluorescent lights. She could feel his eyes burning into her back, watching every sway of her hips, every nervous tremble in her thighs. The short, sheer dress barely covered her ass, leaving nothing to the imagination.
He checked his gold Rolex, smirking. Today was the day his little pet would learn her true place. No more pretending to be the powerful chairwoman. No more resisting his control. The meeting today would break her completely.
As they reached the boardroom door, Priyanka hesitated for just a second before opening it and holding it wide for him. The shocked gasps hit her like a slap. Dozens of eyes—some wide with disbelief, others dark with hunger—took in her humiliating outfit: the short skirt, the stiletto heels that forced her back into a submissive arch, the way her nipples stood erect against the thin fabric.
Heffner strolled past her like a king, his tailored suit contrasting sharply with her near-nudity. Without a word, he took the seat at the head of the table—her seat, the one she’d occupied as a Chairwoman. The leather creaked under his weight as he leaned back, spreading his legs arrogantly.
Priyanka kept her eyes downcast, but she couldn’t miss the whispers. “Look at the mighty bitch now...” “I always knew she was just a whore under that power suit...” The voices were new—none of her old allies remained. Every face was unfamiliar, every smirk predatory. And every single one of them ... black. The realization sent a fresh wave of shame through her. She was the only white woman in the room, stripped of power, stripped of dignity, put on display like some exotic pet.
There were no chairs left for her. Of course there weren’t. Heffner had arranged it that way. So, she stood beside his seat, hands clasped behind her back, her thighs squeezing together as arousal and terror warred inside her.
Heffner rose, commanding silence with just a look. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he purred, “welcome to the rebirth of Chopra Corporation.” His hand landed possessively on Priyanka’s ass, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. “As you can see, we’ve made some ... structural changes.”
The board members laughed, some openly stroking themselves under the table. Priyanka’s cheeks burned.
“Miss Chopra here,” Heffner continued, twisting her nipple through the flimsy fabric, “has graciously accepted her new role. No more tedious board meetings for her. No more stressful decisions. Her only duty now...” He yanked her towards him, forcing her to straddle him in front of everyone. “ ... is to serve. Me. You. This board.”
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