Chapter 2

Wendy was sitting at her desk with the phone still in her hand, and could not believe what Sandra was asking her to do. Wendy thought, "I can't do it. There is no way I can sit at my desk with my shirt open. Is she crazy to think I will wait patiently for her to enter my office, and inspect me like a side of beef? I won't do it!" Wendy finally hangs up her phone, and was staring at the closed door. She was contemplating her options, and thought, "I will not degrade myself, but do I have any choice?" Wendy was reluctantly becoming accustomed to doing whatever Sandra asked of her. This scared Wendy deep inside, but it also fanned the flame of excitement in the conservative woman a little more every time Sandra asked her to do something she knew was wrong, although Wendy tried not to admit it to herself.

Wendy with trembling fingers unbuttoned the first button, and with shaky fingers continued down the front of her white shirt until all the buttons were undone. Wendy looked at her ample bust, and even with all her buttons undone, the shirt was still closed, and her white bra was still covered. Wendy waited nervously at her desk with her growing fear of someone else entering her office, but this fear turned to excitement, and Wendy's body grew aroused. Wendy crossed her legs, and tried to divert the pleasure that grew between her supple thighs.

Sandra hung up the phone, and was pleasantly surprised by the total lack of complaint from Wendy. Sandra knew she had to tread lightly in the beginning, and get her boss off balance slowly before she put her to the ultimate test. The time was approaching, her boss would soon be huddled naked under her desk and utterly humiliated, but that was about a month away. Sandra felt her breasts responding and her nipples starting to harden just at the thought of her boss naked and acclimated to receiving her orders. Sandra waited for about five minutes, before she called her boss again on the phone. She knew Wendy must be going insane with the waiting, and with no word of what was expected of her. Sandra played this game before, and she always began the same slow way.

Wendy was feeling self-conscious about her shirt being unbuttoned. Wendy started fidgeting in her chair as her panties were becoming uncomfortably damp. Her hot juices were soon flowing, and Wendy was worried her office was starting to smell musky from her arousal. She sat at her desk trembling as the time passed, and by the thought of what Sandra might ask her to do. Wendy was secretly hoping for something wild, but at the same time she was utterly terrified by the prospect of doing anything lesbian. Wendy with shaking fingers opened her shirt just the slightest, no more than a couple inches between her breasts so her white bra and a modest amount of cleavage was showing. Wendy knew Sandra might be checking soon, and Wendy was concerned about Miss O'Donnell's reaction to her closed blouse.

Wendy fearfully answered the phone, wondering what was next, "Hello?"

"Wendy is your shirt open like I asked?"

"My shirt is unbuttoned, Miss O'Donnell."

"Wendy do you like sitting in your office with your shirt open? I wonder if you're worried about Mr. Tate entering your office, and looking at your large firm tits with your tan hard nipples trying to escape by pushing through your bra? What do you say Wendy, do you think I should invite Mr. Tate to come take a look at how one of his senior executives is dressed? "

"No! Please don't Miss O'Donnell." Wendy feels a ripple of pleasure throbbing in her loins as she thinks about her tits being on display, but she is also scared of the threat. Wendy grabs the front of her white blouse, and pulls it closed. She sits there thinking about her boss entering her office right now, and what the consequences would be.

"Wendy?"

"Uhm... Yes, Miss O'Donnell?"

"Wendy, did you close your shirt?"

"No! Well... maybe a little..." Wendy hears the door opening, and quickly covers her chest with a manila folder. She is certain it is her boss. Wendy thought, "I'll just die being known as a corporate slut."

Sandra entered the office of her boss, and seeing her conservative middle-aged boss cowering behind a folder trying to hide her open shirt made Sandra smile, as she shut the door, and the loud click of the lock resonated throughout the quiet office.

Wendy waited for a couple seconds, and saw it was only Miss O'Donnell. Wendy lowered her folder, and at Sandra's gesture Wendy opened her shirt showing most of her white bra, and felt her growing lust start to build. Seeing the look on Sandra's face Wendy pulled the blouse off her shoulders, and was soon sitting behind her desk wearing just her white bra. Wendy blushed at the lustful looks from Sandra, and was not sure why she was so turned on. Wendy crossed her legs, and felt a ripple of pleasure shoot through her body. Wendy could not remember ever being this turned on by the anticipation of what may happen. Wendy felt like a schoolgirl on her first date, or the first time she went parking with a boy.

"Good girl, Wendy." Sandra said as She walked closer to Wendy. Sandra stood behind Wendy's chair, and placed both her hands on Wendy's shoulders. Sandra rubbed the shoulders, and then slowly lowered her fingers, and toyed with Wendy's bra straps. Sandra took her time, and just caressed Wendy's shoulders, and tried to make Wendy want more. Sandra slowly lowered her hands, and Wendy down to her breasts and started to knead them very softly. The whispered moan from Wendy was a good sign. Sandra tweaked Wendy's nipples, and felt the response in Wendy's body. Sandra increased the pressure on Wendy's breasts until a grunt from Wendy was heard. Sandra started to firmly caress Wendy's tits again, and Sandra used less and less pressure, and felt Wendy lean forward trying to get her to fondle her harder.

Sandra stopped caressing Wendy altogether, and turned the chair. Sandra looked into the eyes of Wendy, and could see the lust growing behind Wendy's girlish blushes. Sandra leaned down, and pecked Wendy lightly on the lips, and started kissing her boss. Sandra was not surprised, after only a slight hesitation, Wendy returned her kiss. Sandra broke the now passionate kiss after a minute or so, and quickly pulled away, and smiled as Wendy leaned forward trying to maintain the kiss. Sandra sat down on Wendy's lap, and placed her right arm around Wendy's shoulder. Sandra felt Wendy's left arm wrap around her waist. Sandra took Wendy's right hand and placed it on her thigh, and pushed it up under her skirt, and used her tongue to lick Wendy's ear, and whispered very softly in her ear, "You're a very good kisser Wendy, and Wendy you're so beautiful, and soft." Sandra moved Wendy's hand higher under her skirt, and started to rub it across her pussy, "YES! Wendy there. OH, Please Wendy. Please rub me just a little harder. Yes! Wendy right there." When Sandra let go Wendy kept rubbing. Sandra pulled Wendy's bra cups down, and caressed and rolled the hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Sandra varied the pressure between light, and hard.

Wendy could not believe she had her assistant on her lap, and was passionately kissing another woman in her office. Wendy could not believe she was feeling another woman's panties, and another woman was playing with her breasts. Wendy was caught in her need to pleasure Sandra, and she cupped and squeezed, and then moved her entire hand a couple times over the hot moist panties of Sandra. Wendy then started to stroke up and down with her fingers, forcing the wet nylon panties into Sandra's slit. Wendy felt Sandra's tongue lick her mouth, and then move inside, and Sandra stroked and expertly fondled her breasts, Wendy stopped rubbing her middle finger along the slit of Sandra, and pulled the wet panties to the side, and pushed two fingers deep into the sopping wet pussy of Sandra. Wendy used her thumb and tried to stroke Sandra's clit, while her fingers were busy moving in and out. Wendy varied the speed of her exploring fingers, and she felt Sandra stiffen, and moan in her mouth as they lustfully kissed.

Sandra felt Wendy's fingers push inside, and the inexperienced caress to her clit. Sandra's impending climax was heightened by the lustful moans from Wendy, offset by the quiet surroundings of the office, and the fact Sandra knew this was only the beginning for her control over Wendy. Sandra thought about all the fun to come in the next couple months. Sandra was fast approaching an orgasm. Sandra arched her back trying to get Wendy's fingers in deeper. Sandra felt the powerful orgasm roll through her body, as she was kissing Wendy.

Sandra sat on her boss's lap, and leisurely caressed Wendy's breasts while she regained her senses. The orgasm was great, and Sandra thought, "Damn, that was great. I wonder how talented her tongue will be?" Sandra kissed Wendy hard, and twisted Wendy's nipples firmly for a second. Sandra got up, and straightened her clothing, and without a word left Wendy's office. Sandra knew what she was doing, and thought, "Wendy will sit here wondering why I left in such a hurry, and feel guilty about what happened here today, and more importantly if it was something she did wrong, and how she can fix it. She will become off-balanced, and I will be able to exploit her confusion."

Wendy sat there confused by Sandra's sudden departure, and she still had the overwhelming need throbbing between her legs. Wendy was humiliated as she thought back about how Sandra fondled her breasts, and kissed her, and worse by what she willingly did to Sandra. Wendy still felt Sandra's kisses, and the wonderful caresses to her breasts. Wendy looked to the phone hoping it would ring, but the seconds turned to minutes, and still the phone did not ring. Wendy's left hand absentmindedly played with the blue skirt's hem. Wendy stroked her pantyhosed covered thigh working the hand higher under the blue skirt. Wendy wanted to stop, but she was caught in her lust, and had an irresistible need to climax. Wendy was shocked as her usual restrained fantasies slowly turned to how Sandra ordered her to comply, and Sandra made her do the nastiest of things. The left hand now rubbed the tan pantyhose, and worked the damp white cotton panties into her slit. The juices made the cotton slick, and the experienced finger moved faster over the wet slit. Wendy felt a powerful need to get her fingers deep inside. Wendy pushed her hands under her pantyhose, and panties, and she worked two fingers inside, and used her thumb to rub her aching clit. Hunger and humiliation rolled through Wendy as she felt the orgasm approaching. Wendy wanted to die as she forcefully climaxed in her office, and wondered if anyone heard her. Wendy hung her head in shame, and started to cry as she fixed her clothing, and thought, "How did this come to pass? What is wrong with me?!"

Sandra heard a quiet grunt, and then rapid moaning breathing from her boss's office, and Sandra knew Wendy Wilson was masturbating in her office, and just had an orgasm. Sandra heard the quiet crying, had a large satisfied grin on her face at the progress from her boss. She knew from experience how much to push, and some women needed very little, their own desires for humiliation would do all the work. Sandra was relaxed, and satisfied by her climax, but she would still stick to her plan, and work Wendy slowly to accept her orders.

Wendy was becoming a nervous wreck at the office. Wendy could not figure out a routine from Sandra. Sandra left her alone all day after she was made to open her blouse. The next day every five minutes or so, Wendy was made to open her blouse, or pull her skirt over her hips, or pull her pantyhose down to her knees. Wendy was thankful when it was finally time to go home. The next couple days went into a blur of torment, and teasing. Climaxing in her quiet office was now turning into a daily occurrence for Wendy, and when Wendy talked to Sandra to say goodnight of Friday, she was made to go to the restroom and bring back her panties before leaving work.

Wendy was thankful it was the weekend, but now she constantly worried that Sandra would make her to do something too extreme. Wendy thought, " I'm so scared someone might find out what I'm up to. How will I explain this to my husband, and family? I know Sandra is slowly increasing her control, but how can I stop before I'm actually naked? What will happen after I am naked? I have to stop Sandra before it is too late, but deep inside I'm scared I'm too late already as I'm beginning to like what she is asking me to do." Wendy's assistant was barely talking to her on Monday. Wendy was too afraid to ask her assistant for anything, Wendy was left alone again all day, but she did not know weather to be happy or sad.

Sandra loved the slow degradation of Wendy, and knew soon the time was ripe to pluck the cherry. She laughed about the look on Wendy's face as she was made to hand over her drab white cotton panties before starting work on Tuesday. Sandra would test Wendy today. She called Wendy and said, "Wendy are you wearing a slip today?"

"Of course Miss O'Donnell."

"Good take off your skirt, and fold it, and place it in your closet."

"But... I have a meeting... Please Miss..." Wendy stopped speaking, and knew all hope was lost. She knew she was about to take off her skirt, and sit in her office in just her slip until Sandra said it was long enough. Wendy thought, "I hope she is in a good mood, and lets me get dressed before my meeting in a half hour."

Sandra waited for about two minutes, and called Wendy again, "Wendy, take off your pantyhose, and throw them in the garbage can, and then take off panties, and place them flat in the middle of your desk."

"Please... I have..."

"Wendy!"

"Right away Miss O'Donnell."

Sandra entered Wendy's office, and there in the middle of the mahogany desk, on the green blotter was a pair of white cotton panties. The blush on Wendy's face was spectacular. Sandra went to the desk and said "Stand up."

Wendy was embarrassed as she stood because she was not wearing her skirt, and by her plain white cotton panties lying on her expensive desk. Wendy felt so exposed, and naked. The white satin half-slip was cool against her body, and the satin slip was bunched a little between her ass cheeks, but Wendy was too nervous to fix her slip.

Sandra looked over Wendy, and she looked damn good. Sandra walked slowly around Wendy, and pulled the slip from Wendy's ass cheeks, and caressed Wendy's butt before she walked to the front. The mid-thigh white half-slip, with its flowered lace banding, and the slight slit on the right side, gave spectacular a hint of naked thigh. The blouse was just past the slip's waistband. Sandra said, "Sit down Wendy, but do not sit on that pretty slip. You don't want to wrinkle such a pretty slip."

Wendy felt Sandra's unashamed inspection of her womanly charms, and it was making Wendy blush furiously as she slowly lifted her slip above her hips. When she sat down, her leather chair was cool, and it stuck to her ass as she slid back in her chair to get comfortable. Wendy felt like a slut with her slip bunched about her waist, but at least the white satin slip was now between her thighs and it covered her.

Sandra said "Wendy, spread you knees, and arranging your slip so I can see your pussy."

Wendy blushed at Sandra's crudeness. Wendy blushed a deeper shade as she spread her knees about two inches. She hoped Sandra would not see her growing excitement. Wendy thought, "I must look like a slut. I know I feel like one."

"Wendy, I can't see anything yet. Open Sesame." Sandra said smiling.

Wendy opened her knees another inch, hoping it would be enough. Wendy blushed another shade of red as Sandra looked unashamedly between her thighs.

"Wider!" Sandra said harshly.

Wendy was scared, and opened her leg till they touched the arms on the chair. She was humiliated by her exposure. She was sure Sandra would see the juices now sliding down her ass, and cringed as Sandra knelt between her wide-open legs. Wendy started as Sandra ran a finger through her pubic hair. Wendy felt the finger lightly traced over her labia. Wendy was sure it was a red-hot poker. Sandra's finger burned as it stroked, and intimately caressed her. The finger soon delved inside, and stoked the fire that now grew inside Wendy. The need to climax soon built inside Wendy, and took all thoughts from her mind, and replaced them with a ravenous hunger between her legs.

"You have a nice looking pussy Wendy. I'm glad to see you trim it neatly." Sandra pushed two fingers inside Wendy, and used all her experience to bring Wendy very close to an orgasm, and then at the very brink, Sandra backed off leaving Wendy frustrated. Sandra teased her boss like this for about five minutes always bring Wendy to the brink, but never letting her fall into oblivion.

Wendy rocked her hips forward again with the expectation of finally climaxing, but every time Sandra removed her finger just before she could climax. Wendy's need to climax turned her into a bundle of raw nerves, and she was reduced to pleading, "Please Miss O'Donnell... PLEASE..." Wendy rocked her hips forward as Sandra pushed an extra finger inside. This caused a small amount of pain to Wendy, but the pain acted like an aphrodisiac, and Wendy moaned, "OH GOD! YES!" as Sandra pinch her clit. "NO! DON'T STOP! Please..." Wendy was on the brink, and then the finger was once again gone.

Sandra waited until she was sure Wendy was again able to think again and said, "You will not touch your pussy, and if you climax before I let you, you will be sorry. Do you understand? Good. Now, You can pull you chair under your desk, but your knees are to remain open, and touching the sides of your desk." Sandra took a couple papers on Wendy's desk, and placed the papers so they just barely covered Wendy's panties and pointing to the covered panties on the desk, Sandra said, "You will not touch these panties no matter what, and you are to leave your legs spread. If you disobey I will punish you severely. I will be right back, and if you're good we will continue, and I will let you climax, but if you're bad..."

Wendy watched Sandra leave, and thought, "If I don't cum soon I'll die." Wendy wanted to finish her climax, but was scared. She sat there and cooled down, and thought, "I have about five minutes before my meeting is to take place." Wendy saw just a hint of her white cotton bikini panties peeking out from under the papers. Wendy became a nervous wreck as the minutes slowly passed. She thought, "Sandra will be back soon, and she will tell me, I better hurry and get dressed. What am I a little girl? I'm a grown woman! I will just get dressed, and the hell with Sandra! NO, this is a test, and Sandra knows the meeting is canceled, but she is testing me. I better wait. I wonder if my office smells musky? I better get up, and open the window. No. I better get dressed. NO..." these thoughts passed back and forth, and the time slipped by. She worried as it was time for the meeting to take place in her office, and there was no time to left to fix her clothing, or air out the smell from her arousal. Wendy saw the door open, and Mr. Donner entered. Wendy tried to remain calm, but she felt like a royal slut with her slip well above her hips, her naked ass sticking to her leather chair, her thighs wide-open spreading her vagina, knees hurting from touching the hard desk, and her panties just lying on the desk under a couple papers. The worst part for Wendy was the fact she was becoming increasingly aroused again.