The boss tried aphrodisiacs

After trying the full version of the Devil's Desk, I returned to my previous state of fervent love and desire for SM. After resting for about three days, I felt my body had almost recovered. I texted Mumu, "Are you going to let me rest these two days? Or are you going to disappear again?"

He replied, "No masturbation or sex without my permission these two days. Be a good boy and wait at work."

I thought to myself that he must have some evil plan again, and I was secretly pleased. What a responsible and good S!

Twelve days later, it was a Friday. I came to the office as usual, went on QQ and browsed the web as usual. Around 10 o'clock, I received a call asking me to pick up a package. This time there were four packages in total. After unpacking, there were four boxes inside, each numbered. Box 1 was medium-sized, box 2 was very large and heavy, box 3 was just a small box, and box 4 was also a small box but very heavy. Seeing the packages, I knew Mumu must have designed a comprehensive plan. I needed to ask him about it, but I suppressed my curiosity and didn't open any of them. After calling him, I waited for him on QQ, and he came online.

Without much talk, he got straight to the point: "You choose four points, which are your routes. I'll give you two: one is the security guard at your office building, and the other is the restroom on the top floor of your office building. You can choose the other two yourself: one is a crowded shopping mall, about a 20-minute walk from your office building, and the other is a park, about a 10-minute walk from the mall and a 20-minute walk back to your office from the park. After you've chosen the points, send me photos. Remember, these four points are where you'll store and change equipment. They must be safe, otherwise, if any equipment is lost, you won't be able to untie the restraints, and you'll bear the consequences yourself. Now, go do it." "The matter." After receiving the assignment, I excitedly grabbed my camera, drove off, and first went to the nearest supermarket near my workplace, a Walmart. I wandered around, eventually focusing on the Walmart's lockers and restrooms, taking photos of each. Then I went to a nearby park—or rather, a small square. I walked to the back of the square, to the most secluded bench, and looked around. I found a group of four stones behind the bench, with a hollow space between them. I reached down and touched them—there was nothing there, so it seemed safe.

After taking the photos, I returned to my office, sent them to him, and described the exact location.

The time was 11:20 AM. "Go give package number 1 to the security guard and tell him you'll pick it up tonight. Store package number 2 in a locker at the supermarket. Put package number 3 in the rocks in the park. Put package number 4 in the toilet tank of the toilet on the top floor of your office building. Then go home. Don't go to work this afternoon. After you get home, wash yourself thoroughly and do an enema. Eat liquid food and nutrient solution before 12 noon, but make sure you eat enough to ensure you get the energy you need. Then put on white pantyhose and tie yourself up in a straight line at home. At 12:10, cuff your hands above your head with the handcuffs I gave you last time. Set the timer for 480 minutes, which is eight hours. Then lie in bed and rest, try to fall asleep. Don't move or get out of bed. Keep your phone on and wait for my orders."

Following Mu Mu's instructions, I put the props back in their places one by one, then drove home and ate porridge. As he instructed, I tied my legs together tightly and cuffed my hands above my head. This position wasn't uncomfortable, and I fell asleep quickly. In my dream, I was blindfolded and taken to an unknown place, where I was gang-raped by 20 or 30 men. My three vaginas were filled with vaginal fluid, which kept flowing out. I felt a lot of fluid flowing out, especially from my vagina. Just then, I woke up. The feeling of fluid flowing from my vagina in the dream was real. I had orgasmed during the dream, and the fluid from my vagina had soaked the sheets and my stockings.

I checked the time; it was 7:50 PM, almost time. I tried to stretch my body. I felt refreshed after the sleep, so I lay in bed fantasizing about tonight's journey. At 8:10 PM, the handcuffs automatically unlocked. I slowly removed my gear and took off my stockings. Just then, the phone rang. "Unlocked?"

"Yes."

"Go to the toilet for another enema. After cleaning yourself, go downstairs naked in slippers to your car, then go to the security guard for the package. Once you have the package, you'll know what to do."

Naked? Downstairs? Car? That's a bit too bold, isn't it? I need to think about the feasibility carefully. First of all, this is a new community, and there aren't many residents yet. My building has six floors, with a total of seven households, concentrated on the second and third floors. I live on the sixth floor. It's a little past 8 o'clock now, and it's the weekend, so these people shouldn't be going home yet. Going downstairs shouldn't be a problem, and driving is even less of a problem. It's just the security guard... what should I do...?

I picked up the phone and called the security guard's office. "Old Zhang, this is Xiao Gao. Is the package I left with you at noon still there? Could you get it for me later?"

Old Zhang was very polite. "Yes, yes, Director Gao, when are you coming? I thought you weren't coming to pick it up today."

"I'll be right there, thank you!"

After exchanging pleasantries, I hung up the phone and went to the toilet to start an enema. Because I hadn't eaten much, my intestines were relatively clean, and it was clean after two enemas.

I looked at my snow-white body in the mirror, my slender legs, and the beautiful curve of my hips. The only flaw was that my breasts were a little small, but I thought it was fine, not a burden. I checked my watch; it was 8:30. I had to hurry. So I put on a pair of white slippers, grabbed my handbag, and quietly and cautiously left the house. As soon as I stepped outside, a gust of cold air hit me, especially my lower body, making me shiver. I tiptoed down the stairs, holding onto the handrail, trying not to make a sound, because any noise would turn on the hallway lights, and darkness was better.

I slowly made my way down the stairs. When I reached the fourth floor, I checked the second and third floors and saw no one. Then I quickly jogged towards the car. When I got to the second floor, I turned on the streetlights, but I couldn't stop; now that they were on, I had to go even faster. Finally, I safely got into the car, and my heart finally settled down. I adjusted my seat to drive, and then I noticed the seat was slippery. This wretched little hole of mine, even after just one trip, it's already so wet…

I was speechless with myself. I drove quickly to the office gate, cracked the window open, and called out to Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang came out smiling, carrying a box. I said, "Lao Zhang, I'm not feeling well. Could you please put it in the trunk for me?"

As I spoke, I opened the trunk, and after Lao Zhang put it in, he closed the trunk, smiled, and waved to me. "Thanks, Lao Zhang!"

After saying that, I drove the car to the innermost corner of the parking lot behind the office building, took the box out of the trunk, got into the back seat, opened the door, and opened package number 1.

Inside was a light yellow short dress, about 10 centimeters above the knee, a fairly ordinary outfit. There was also a pair of 14cm high-heeled shoes. Why 14? I usually wear size 12, the highest I go is 16. Why did he make me wear 14? There was also something called a "walking discipline belt." Its principle is simple: it's a chastity belt. Two bolts are fixed to it, and a chain runs down the bottom, with two ends locking onto each leg. When you walk, the legs spread apart, pulling down the bottom of the chastity belt. When you walk again, the two ends are pulled back together by the chastity belt, so it inserts with each step. This discipline belt has a lock, which is the chastity belt's lock; you can't remove it without a key.

Finally, there was a note: "Go and retrieve the second package."

I thought to myself, when did Mumu become so kind? Making things so easy for me? Maybe the hard part is yet to come. I didn't think too much about it and put all these things on. When putting on the BDSM belt, I adjusted the length of the chain so that when the two leather loops were fastened at my knees, the chain was taut. This way, when I took a step and my knees parted, the chain would pull down, and the two plugs would come out. When I walked again and my legs came together, they would go back in. The size of the two plugs was also just right, not too big. So I picked up my handbag and walked out the door towards Walmart.

Usually, I would use a vibrator or dildo when I went out. They would just vibrate or rotate inside. This was the first time I had tried it. I was being penetrated while walking, but because the anal plugs and vaginal plugs were small, I didn't have an orgasm, but I kept myself excited. My juices were flowing non-stop. The leather loops on my knees were a bit conspicuous because my skirt couldn't cover them, but I didn't care. If others saw it, they wouldn't see the chain. At most, they would just think I had a decoration on my knees.

I arrived at Walmart in about 25 minutes. Although it was almost closing time, there were still many people. The only things that stood out about me were my high heels and leather case. I kept hearing comments like, "That woman is amazing, she can even wear such high heels."

"That woman is crazy, wearing such high heels!"

"What's that on her knees? Do they have such decorations?"

Hearing these comments, my face turned red and then purple. Luckily, my skirt wasn't too short, otherwise I would definitely have been called a prostitute.

I quickly grabbed the package, opened it, and saw a note: "Close it quickly. Change into this set of equipment when it's level 3. Now, take the box and get package number three. Follow the instructions inside."

I quickly closed the box, not even seeing what was written inside. It felt very heavy, but I could still carry it. I walked for another 10 minutes until I reached the park. I sat down on a bench to rest for a while. I had been stimulated by the BDSM belt the whole time, and I was very excited. Being penetrated while walking felt really good, but because there were so many people, my nerves were constantly on edge, so I didn't have an orgasm. Now I was burning with desire, unbearably thirsty. I reached down to touch it, but all I felt was a large amount of vaginal fluid and the chastity belt. I couldn't find the vagina. So, I quickly opened package number three; maybe there was a key inside.

I bent down to get the small box, my legs straight, my buttocks sticking out, revealing the secret on my buttocks. After receiving the box, I sat down on the chair and opened it. Inside was a small note. I didn't read it immediately; I first looked around to make sure no one was there. There were only two or three people wandering around the park alone. So, I looked at the contents first—a lot of keys.

Then I read the note. "Now take off your clothes, use key number 2 to remove the training belt, then kneel on the grass behind the chair with your backside facing the streetlamp, head and body on the ground, waiting for a passerby to have sex with you. After that, take off everything on your body, including your shoes, then put on everything from box number 2, handcuff yourself behind your back, set a 30-minute timer, and then take the box containing all the equipment you changed out of to point number four in the office building."

Good heavens, he actually wanted me to stick my ass out in this public, open-air place and wait to be penetrated! How could I possibly do such a thing? Given my own conditions and my status, I could never do such a thing, nor should I! But now he has so many photos of me; what if he threatens me? Oh well, I guess I'll just have to accept it. What can I do when I'm inherently a masochist? I'll do as he says. No way! Even if I'm into SM, I can't lose my self-respect, I can't lose my dignity!

Prostitutes just stand by the lamppost, agree on a price, and then go to a private place to do it. Am I even less than a prostitute? To stand there in broad daylight, waiting to be penetrated? No, absolutely not! That's an insult to my dignity! I absolutely cannot do it. Besides, he assigned me a task, and he's not watching me. How would he know if I did it or not? I'll just lie to him when I get back!

So, I lay down on the grass behind the chair, took off my clothes and high heels, put them aside, opened box number 2, and took everything out. It was a complete set of black leather clothes, from head to toe. First, I took out the high heels and started putting them on from my feet. These were tall boots, reaching all the way to the top of my thighs, and they were very snug. They were soft at the knees, allowing for free bending, and I could feel padding there. The heels were 18cm high. At this point, I realized that perhaps Mumu had made me wear 14cm heels for so long to get used to it. After slowly putting on both boots, I tried standing up. No problem, I could stand steadily, and it wasn't too strenuous.

Then I looked at the shoes. Under the light, the leather was particularly shiny. The zipper was well concealed; at first glance, it looked like there was no zipper, it was just wrapped directly on top. My leg curves are beautiful, and with the high-heeled boots, I thought my legs were almost perfect. After putting on the shoes, I took out gloves, also long and zippered, extending all the way to my armpits. It was clear that the hoods at the elbows were treated the same as the shoes, so they didn't restrict my movement at all.

Then I took out a leather jacket, shaped like a corset, which you put on from both sides and then zip up. What's special about this jacket is that instead of two large holes at the chest, there's one large hole, meaning my breasts would be squeezed in the middle and exposed. Around this large hole is a ring of hard material, which effectively compresses and tightens the garment. After putting it on, I zipped it up behind me with both hands. The jacket clung tightly to my body. There was a leather belt at the bottom edge, fastened to a snap. I felt a buckle at the bottom center of the back; I understood the belt's purpose.

I pulled the belt back forcefully and fastened it. The belt separated my labia, pressing against my clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. The belt was a bit short, and I could clearly feel the pressure on my lower body when I fastened it. But at the hem of my clothes behind me, I felt two very short leather rings. These rings also had snaps, but unlike the others, they were tightly attached to the bottom of the clothes and couldn't be removed. The snaps were only for pulling the garment into a straight line or forming a circle. I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out their purpose, so I ignored them and continued searching for equipment in the box.

There weren't many things left: a hood, a bunch of small locks, a large syringe filled with 200ml of liquid, labeled "Enema!" There was also a small bottle containing liquid, also labeled "Apply to nipples and clitoris, squeeze the excess into the vagina," two pills, a bottle of water, a large anal plug about 4.5cm in diameter, and a timed handcuff.

After seeing these, I realized I seemed to have done it in the wrong order, so I unbuckled the belt binding my genitals and gave myself an enema first. Then, holding the anal plug, I wondered, what if there's no lubricant here? There was no way to insert something that big, but I quickly realized I didn't need lubricant; I had plenty. So, I rolled the anal plug around my vulva, using my own vaginal fluid as lubricant, and easily inserted it. 200cc was a very small amount for me; I didn't even feel the urge to defecate. Then I

took out a small bottle and squeezed out the liquid, applying it evenly to my vulva, as well as my nipples and areolas that had been squeezed onto my chest. I used less than half of it. I squeezed the rest into my vagina, swirling it around with two fingers to spread it evenly on the vaginal walls to prevent dripping. The liquid in the small bottle felt cool after application, including inside my vagina, slightly relieving my itching. Then I fastened my belt again, tightly constricting my genitals. Before gagging, I had to swallow the two pills. I opened a bottle of mineral water, swallowed the pills, and drank them down. Now, let's continue!

I received a hood. The hood had eyes and a nose, and inside the mouth area was a short, thick penis, about 5 centimeters thick and 5 centimeters long. I opened my mouth and inserted the penis, then pulled my hair out of the hood, naturally forming a ponytail. The hood wasn't tightened with a zipper, but with knots, the kind that loop around and around. I tightened each loop, tying a knot to complete the hood. At this point, my breasts and buttocks were exposed, and most importantly, they were clearly visible. The only thing, a leather belt, was pressing against my private parts.

Without this, people would at most think this woman was promiscuous; with this thing slightly covering her, people would think this woman was exceptionally promiscuous. I quickly searched the box, hoping there would be more, but what I found... I was dumbfounded. Did he want me to walk back like this? I searched again, but there was nothing else. I was certain that Mumu wanted me to go back like this, to let everyone who saw me know I was an extremely promiscuous person!

What should I do? I glanced at my watch; it was almost 10:30. The streets were nearly deserted, and looking around, the entire park was empty. I hadn't even reached orgasm after what happened with the old man; my genitals were still wet, and the itching was stimulating my brain. Besides, my face was covered; even if they found me, they wouldn't know who I was. I was now just a whore, an unknown woman.

So, I took out the small padlocks and fastened the zippers to the leather straps at each zipper location. My hands, feet, hood, and clothes couldn't be removed without the key. After completing these steps, I put my clothes, the BDSM belt, high heels, package number 3, the key box, and my handbag into the large box number 2, closed it, and then took out the timed handcuffs. I set them to unlock after 30 minutes, turned my hands around so the handcuffs were on them, waited two minutes, and the handcuffs locked. I squatted down, reached for the box, and then got up, picked up the box, and prepared to leave.

Hesitantly, wearing this revealing outfit, with such high heels, my mouth gagged, and my hands clasped behind my back, I knew my situation was extremely dangerous. If I were discovered, the consequences could be unimaginable, so I had to be incredibly careful. The road from the park to my workplace was a side road, in what was considered a newer part of the city, with new buildings under construction everywhere. There were few shops, no residential areas, and very few vehicles, just a few construction sites, so the sidewalks were mostly empty, lined with trees and walls.

Only a few streetlights were working. This was a huge advantage for me. I imagined myself like a spy, clinging to the wall, peeking out to see if anyone was around before quickly moving to the next gap. And so, in my 18-centimeter heels, I hopped and staggered my way to work in 18 minutes. Perhaps danger unleashes one's potential; this stretch of road normally takes me 20 minutes to walk, let alone with this outfit.

I began to admire myself. However, the lust within me intensified under the combined effects of the aphrodisiac I had applied and ingested, along with the tense and stimulating feeling from walking. The itching inside my vagina, which had been somewhat relieved by the medication, was now two or three times more intense. I desperately wanted to take out four or five penises and thrust them into myself! I carried the box to the rooftop restroom, put it down, and then used my hands behind my back to lift the tank lid and take out box number 4. But my hands were too clumsy to open it. By this time, more than 20 minutes had passed, and the handcuffs should be almost off. I squatted down and waited.

About three minutes later, with a thud, the handcuffs fell to the ground, and my hands were freed. I moved my hands a bit, quickly opened box number 4, and again, I read the note first: "Use key number one in the key pouch to open the hood, remove the hood, tie your hair into a ponytail, remove the belt from your lower body, take out the anal plug, use two large leather shackles to fold and secure your thighs and calves, put the belt loops on the back of the restraint garment onto the heels of your high heels, tighten and lock them, then fasten the two buckles to the lower part of the leg shackles, at the knees, and use the two buckles to fasten the steel rings at the toes of the high heels, clamp the steel nipple clamps, and tighten them with a screwdriver." "Connect the chain to the middle of the nipple chain, loop it around your lower body, and connect it to your hair after returning to your back. Put the rest of your things, along with the things you changed out of, into box number 2, and carry it on your back to your office. Once you get to your office, prepare the demon desk, untie the chain connecting your hair, move the chain to one side, and then take out the blindfold and collar from box number 4. Then, fix yourself to the demon desk and use timed handcuffs to keep yourself on it for 480 minutes, 8 hours!"

In short, this task involves binding my legs, carrying the box on my back, climbing to my office, and fixing myself to the demon desk to enjoy the experience. Having understood this, I began to act. First, I unbuckled the belt around my lower body, which made things much easier. When I was about to take out the anal plug, I deliberately went to the toilet to avoid spraying everywhere. Then, when I took out the anal plug, I found it very strange. The anal plug came out very easily, and it was very sticky with liquid left on it. The liquid I had instilled had disappeared without a trace, and I felt no urge to defecate at all.

This is so strange. I could feel my anus tightening and relaxing forcefully, and I felt liquid flowing out, like vaginal lubrication. Could the enema fluid be medication? After squatting for a while without feeling the urge to defecate, I went to the box, took off my headgear, and drool immediately spilled out. It took me a while to close my lips. After tying my ponytail, it was time to install the things. I took box number four and examined the contents one by one.

The first thing that caught my eye were two enormous penises, each 6 centimeters thick and 24 centimeters long, and even more frightening than before, like two living monsters. But these weren't powered by a battery; they used battery boxes, about the size of a cell phone. "One for each person."

They were also connected to a remote control. Were these penises going to be used on me? They weren't in today's content, and they wouldn't fit on the devil's desk. What were they for?

Right, these were definitely for later use, so I didn't think much of it and put them aside. Next were four leather holsters, two large and two small. The two large ones were for his thighs and calves, but what were the smaller ones for? I put them aside again without thinking. Then there were figure-eight steel buckles, the kind used to connect things, four in total. There was also a very thick and large black blindfold, even bigger than the last one; wearing this would definitely make you completely blind. Then there were the nipple clamps and chains he mentioned. These two weren't anything special. What was special was the collar, the kind for dogs, but without a chain; there was a stainless steel ring around the neck. That was all the equipment.

After seeing all this, I stopped thinking about the things I wouldn't need. My lower body was already unbearably itchy. Thinking about the devil's desk next—that was my paradise—what was I hesitating for?

I knelt on the ground and took out two large leather slings. These slings seemed tailor-made for me; their length was just right, extending from above my knees to the top of my thighs, completely covering my calves and thighs. Moreover, after my legs were folded, each section had a different thickness. Leather slings are usually not smooth, but these slings seemed to shrink, not only binding my calves and thighs tightly but also being remarkably smooth, as if they were a single object rather than folded legs.

After putting them on, I felt for the two leather loops on my back. I opened the loops, went around the heels of my high heels, and returned to the buckle positions, but I couldn't fasten them. I used my other hand to help pull my insteps back, shortening the distance between the leather loops at the heels. Finally, I fastened them. I remained kneeling on the ground, my feet pressed straight down under my buttocks, and then I took out the four figure-eight buckles.

I examined the leather case closely. Near the outer ankle, there was a small metal hole, about the same thickness as a figure-eight buckle. I took two buckles and slipped one on each side. I then checked the sole of my high heels; indeed, there was a slightly larger metal eye at the toe, but it was still fine for the figure-eight buckles. I slipped one on each side as well. Next, I took out the nipple clamps. These were very similar to the ones I used before, the kind that tighten with screws. However, one difference was that a bell was attached to the bottom of the clamp. The bell had a clear, pleasant sound, was shiny, and quite pretty. It was connected to a heavy stainless steel chain, probably solid.

After clamping my nipples, the chain drooped naturally, creating a pulling sensation on my nipples. Then I wrapped the chain around the nipple chain and secured it with a small lock, thus fixing it to the nipple chain. Next, I threaded the chain through my bare genitals and pulled it behind me, but only up to my waist, still a little short of the ends of my hair.

I thought for a moment, then used a thin rope to tie the ends of my hair. While tying, I made sure to straighten my hair completely, because I knew that tying it like this would definitely pull on my hair, and it would hurt if I didn't straighten it properly. After tying it, I pulled hard, and the rope loop didn't come loose, ensuring it was secure. Then I tilted my head back to shorten the distance between my hair and the chain, found a small lock, threaded the chain through the rope loop, and locked it from behind. That's how I completed the task Mumu had given me.

Because my head was tilted back, I couldn't look down at the things on the ground, so I used my hands to feel around and put everything into the large box number 2. Then I leaned forward, supported myself with my hands, pulled my feet back, and lifted them up, knees on the ground to support my weight. The moment my knees touched the ground, I realized that the design of the boots was truly amazing; there seemed to be two pads at the kneecap, so I didn't feel any knee pain at all.

This put me in a crawling position. To maintain balance, I had to keep my knees perpendicular to the ground, which meant my buttocks were sticking up properly. My snow-white, full buttocks were completely exposed, and my two wet little holes were even more exposed, completely exposed. The platinum ring on my clitoris shimmered faintly, making my entire lower body look lewd.

I supported myself with my left hand and used my right hand to lift the large box number 2 onto my back with great difficulty. Now the large box number 2 was much lighter than before, and it wasn't difficult to lift it up. So I started crawling on all fours like an animal toward my office. Throughout the crawl, I had to keep my head tilted back, otherwise, if I lowered my head, it would pull on my nipples. The chains were constantly rubbing against my genitals and clitoris, and the pleasure gradually intensified.

The top floor was the fifth floor, and my office was on the third, meaning I had to walk through two corridors, about 100 meters in total, and then down two flights of stairs. It seemed simple, but maintaining my balance to prevent the box from falling and avoiding the head pulling on my nipples was indeed difficult. It took me about 25 minutes to reach my office. Without changing my position, I reached up and touched the doorknob, turned it, and the door opened. I crawled straight in, tossed the box to the ground, and then crawled under the desk. Looking at the three things, I was so excited; I longed for them to enter my body. I crawled over and took each of the three penises into my mouth once. Then I untied the chain behind my hair; the rest was just securing myself.

Just as I was backing away, preparing to insert my penis, I suddenly remembered I hadn't closed the door. I didn't know what time it was, maybe close to midnight, but closing the door was crucial—an extra layer of security! So I crawled over and locked the door. I quickly crawled back, reached into box number 4, took out the collar, put it on, and placed the timed handcuffs and blindfold beside me. Then, I positioned my buttocks against the penis and quickly backed away, inserting it. The instant the penis entered my body, I felt an instant sense of satisfaction, pleasure, and complete comfort. I paused for a minute, savoring this feeling, and then, coming to my senses, I realized I hadn't used any lubricant. Why did it enter my anus so easily? I touched my anus; it was slippery and sticky. Could it be my previous vaginal fluid?

I couldn't think about it anymore. Whatever, as long as I felt comfortable, that was all that mattered. Then, I supported my body with my head and used my hands to hold my legs in place. Because this time I was using a figure-eight buckle, which had a small range of motion and a short distance, I had to spread my legs wider than usual to hold them in place. I used my hands to help spread my legs apart and finally managed to fasten them. At this point, the angle of my legs was almost 90 degrees, which meant that my vagina was wide open.

I pulled hard on the figure-eight buckles on the toes of my shoes, and it took a lot of effort to fasten them. This time, I felt that my legs were more secure than ever before. From my knees to my toes, I couldn't move an inch. Then I twisted my body and let the dildo in front of my mouth enter my mouth. Just like before, the three dildos left me with no way out. I quickly secured my upper body, set the dildo in my anus to the strongest rotation, set the dildo in my vagina to the usual program, and set the dildo in my mouth to medium contraction. Then I turned on the AV wand, took the handcuffs, and locked them after 5 minutes. 480 minutes. Then I fixed the handcuffs above my buttocks, and finally quickly put on the blindfold. Then I put my hands into the handcuff rings behind my back. After 5 minutes, the handcuffs locked.

I knew I had to endure this for eight hours. By then, my whole body was already moving. The stimulation of my anus, mouth, and clitoris was rapidly increasing my pleasure. All that was left was the stimulation inside my vagina. I knew I would feel good in five minutes at most. Although I couldn't see, I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, reveling in it. As the dildo inside my vagina began to vibrate, a strong wave of pleasure surged to my brain, and my whole body spasmed. I had an orgasm, and it was the most comfortable and pleasurable one I had ever experienced. After all, I had been in a state of excitement since 8 o'clock, and it had been almost five hours. I had experienced so much in between, and with the stimulation of the aphrodisiac, this orgasm was just too good. I felt like I had a full three-minute orgasm, and it was a squirting orgasm. Although I couldn't see it, I could hear the sound of my vaginal fluid spraying out and hitting the ground...

After the orgasm, I relaxed for a moment, but the itching sensation in my lower body immediately swept into my brain again. Not enough, not nearly enough, I wanted more, I wanted more orgasms. I felt my whole body getting hot, I was sweating profusely, I needed countless people to caress me, to tease me, I needed countless penises to penetrate me...

Maybe less than two minutes later, my second orgasm followed, also lasting for more than two minutes. After another three minutes, the penis inside my vagina began to rotate violently. After about a minute, my third orgasm came, this time also squirting, and... The second time, I ejaculated for two minutes. Perhaps this was because the pleasure had been building up for so long, and once it erupted, it was unstoppable. During the 10 minutes that the dildo was rotating, I experienced two more orgasms, meaning I had five orgasms in 20 minutes. Afterward, the irregular movements inside my vagina further intensified my pleasure, but the orgasms came a little slower and were weaker. I didn't ejaculate again. About two hours passed like this. I kept twisting my hips, although the range of my movements was small, but I kept twisting to get more pleasure and more orgasms. I don't remember how many times I went through this; I only know that I was constantly orgasming and in a state of comfort.

I felt my sexual desire was almost satisfied, but I still needed more. The feeling was different this time. Before, it was a strong need followed by satisfaction; this time, the pleasure came naturally from the comfortable penetration, leading to orgasms. I think about an hour passed, and I don't know how many times I orgasmed during that time…

Now, it's around 4 AM. My mind is blank; I only know about orgasms, only think about orgasms, and I don't know how many times I've orgasmed, accompanied by my moans…

I feel my body starting to weaken, but my sexual needs aren't like my body's. I still want more; I can still feel pleasure…

Just then, I heard footsteps in the hallway… It was a man! The sound of men's leather shoes! Although the sound wasn't loud, it was so quiet that I could hear it clearly. I was also sure that people outside could hear the buzzing sounds coming from my room, as well as my heavy breathing and moans. Instantly, I held my breath, trying not to make a sound. My heart was in my throat. Who could it be? Who could it be so late? Impossible! It's the middle of the night, and it's the weekend. Why would anyone be here? The footsteps got closer and closer to my office…

Who could it be? I calmed myself down and thought it through. At this hour, it could only be one person! Old Zhang, the security guard!

Because Old Zhang lives in the guardhouse, and he's the only one who would come up to patrol so late to make sure no one is stealing. Our company treats Old Zhang well, and he's a very conscientious and responsible person. His patrolling so late is the most suitable explanation. At this hour, no employee would come to the company, there couldn't be such important business, and no employee would be so dedicated. It must be Old Zhang! I was absolutely certain! I gradually relaxed a little, but still held my breath, afraid to make a sound.

The sound grew closer... "Old Zhang, you've checked and no one's around, you should go now. Don't worry, no one's coming to steal anything, go back to sleep! Please!" I thought anxiously. The footsteps had reached my door and stopped. What? Why did he stop at my door? Was he checking to see if anything was wrong? That must be it, Old Zhang! You're being a bit too responsible! Okay, okay, it's nothing, just turn around and leave! However

, to my surprise, I heard the sound of keys. Huh? Old Zhang has my key? Impossible, I lost something in the office once, and nobody had the key. I had to call a locksmith and even changed the lock. Only I have the key; he must be opening the door across the hall! I swallowed, but I couldn't. Instead, I felt a bunch of saliva dripping from the dildo down my chin onto the floor. But I was wrong again. The key was perfect, without a doubt, it went straight into my office lock, and with a click, the door opened…

I was utterly terrified, panicked. Every cell in my body trembled. I felt pressure moving towards my vagina, then a gush of hot liquid spurted out. My legs, my body, were shaking. My mind went blank. I lost control of my bladder during orgasm… urine and vaginal fluid sprayed out, hitting the floor heavily!

After the door opened, it was quiet. I thought, "Okay, okay, just stand there in the doorway. Don't come any closer. Old Zhang, my office is fine, go away." I continued to deceive myself, continuing to hope that it was Old Zhang. If it wasn't Old Zhang, who was it? Anyone who sees me like this will surely be photographed and made public. From that moment on, I will be the most lewd woman in the world. Anyone can fuck me, anyone can tie me up, anyone can bind me in front of thousands of people and play with me to their heart's content. From now on, I am no longer human, but a true sex slave. From now on, I have no personality, no self-respect, and will forever live under someone else's crotch, on someone else's penis... I had another orgasm, my whole body trembling again. It had only been a little over a minute since the last orgasm...

Thinking about anything is useless now. Let nature take its course. I gave up all mental resistance. Come on, whoever it is, come on. Then I heard the sound of shoes splashing in the water, patter patter patter patter…

The footsteps got closer and closer, finally stopping in front of me. I felt him squat down, looking at me intently. I wished I were an insect, that I could immediately disappear into the ground, but it was all in vain. The thick penis in my mouth was moving in and out, as if I were sucking and swallowing a man's huge penis. My legs were spread apart, my buttocks were raised high, as if I were being penetrated by two people at the same time, and the stimulation of my clitoris made my whole body tremble uncontrollably. All of this indicated that I was immersed in this pleasure, completely oblivious to my fear, my terror… At this moment, my pleasure had vanished, and my mind was filled with endless fear…

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