Lazy Susan
The blindfold was lifted and the table Susan was kneeling on started to rotate slowly. She watched as four hard cocks and two pussies floated past her. Her knees were apart strapped to one edge of the table so that her shins and feet overhung into space. Her wrists were tightly tied down on the opposite edge. The position was obviously meant to leave all her holes accessible to the assembled party.
She tried to lift her head to look up and see their faces but a collar around her neck was secured to a rod that was attached to the tabletop. This prevented her from moving her head more than an inch or so.
The scene was illuminated by a light above her so the guests faded into darkness at about waist level. It seemed she was not going to know which of her workmates had fucked her.
What she could see was that each person held something in their right hand apart from one. There were two riding crops, a cane, two leather tawse and the sixth held a vicious looking, needle-thin whip, but in her left hand. That had to be her boss, Kate.
The table stopped so that Susan was facing her, her eyes level with the neatly trimmed bush of Kate’s pussy.
“You have agreed your conduct warrants this discipline,” Kate said.
“I have Ma’am,” Susan tried to look up
“You are lazy, you are frequently late, you have failed to complete tasks and left them for your colleagues to sort out, you have been disruptive and a complete pain in the arse. That will now be repaid.”
Susan winced as if she had already been spanked. Did she really have to list everything, she thought?
“You have a safe word.”
Susan nodded as much as the collar would allow.
Kate stepped forward and grabbed Susan’s hair, pulling her head up so the collar bit into the back of her neck. “The correct response is, yes Ma’am,” she growled.
“Yes Ma’am,” Susan said, her face so close to Kate’s pussy that the dark hairs almost tickled her nose.
“You may use it at any time and we will return to a more conventional form of discipline. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Susan said. She was about to get whipped and fucked by six people and could already feel a trickle of anticipation slipping down her inner thigh. There was no way she was going to exchange this for a dreary office hearing.
“We will begin,” Kate said