A Week with Arianna: Thursday

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Thursday morning arrived before I knew it, and I rushed off to work again, unable to wait to see my sexy assistant.

“Good morning, Arianna,” I said cheerfully as I walked past her.

“Morning,” she replied with a smile. I turned to see what she had chosen for an outfit. It was a navy skirt, a little above her knee, and a cream-colored V-neck tank. I could see her cleavage somewhat nicely as she sat leaned forward at her desk, although it wasn’t as low cut as the new outfits I had picked out for her the day before.

“Meet me in the bathroom,” I texted her once I was settled in. I saw her get up and head that direction moments later, no doubt knowing that she was about to receive her first warm beverage of the day. I got up and covertly joined her there a minute or two later, holding a small paper bag.

“So how was your night last night?” I asked as I approached her, stroking the side of her face.

“Good, I guess.”

“Did your boyfriend fuck you?”

“Yeah, he – yeah, I – I let him fuck me.”

“Good girl. And where did he fuck you?”

“Just – I mean, I sucked his cock, and then he fucked my pussy.”

“Did you cum?”


“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t have permission from you, you – you told me I could not cum,” she explained.

“Good girl,” I said, still stroking her face.

“And all I could think of was that he was fucking me and had no idea that my stomach was full of your piss and that I went out and dressed like a slut and let a bunch of people stare at me.”

“What would he think if he knew?”

“He’d be pissed,” she said, smiling. “He – he’s the kind of guy that wants me all to himself. Like, he gets annoyed when I wear shirts that are too low-cut. He’d be furious if he – if he knew about my outfit yesterday – about me showing off my body like that on purpose.”

“That’s too bad,” I said. “He doesn’t like it when you wear shirts that show your stomach?”

“Oh, hell no!” She said. “He doesn’t like – he doesn’t want other men to see that – that part of me, I mean – I like, never show my stomach. He wouldn’t want me to.”

“His loss,” I said, smiling. “And little does he know you went out and showed it off all over the mall yesterday.”

“Yeah, like I said, he’d be pissed. And like – if he knew I drank your piss,” she trailed off.

“What if he knew?” I asked.

“I hope I don’t ever find out,” she said. “I’m sure he’d be done, like – done with me.”

“So, was this the outfit your boyfriend bought you?” I asked her.

“No, I – he doesn’t really buy my clothes,” she explained. “It’s just one of his favorites. He says I look like – classy in it, I guess. It’s like – almost too much cleavage for him but he says it’s classy anyway.”

I placed my hands at her sides and tugged on it. “Good. Take it off,” I said.

She glared at me in a sort of flirtatious way, then assisted me in removing the top.

“Thank you,” I said as I took it from her. I took the area near the left breast in my left hand, and the area near the right breast in my right hand. All of the sudden, I pulled them apart hard, ripping it in half. I didn’t stop until I had ripped it all the way to the bottom hem and it was completely unwearable.

“Derek – I mean, master! What are you doing?!” She exclaimed.

“Asserting my ownership of your body. You are not a classy girl and you are not dressing to please him, at least not here. You are here to please ME. Understand?”

Quivering, she nodded. “You could have just – I don’t know – told me to wear something else!”

“I just wanted to make a point and, like I said, assert my ownership.”

“But what am I going to wear?”

“Glad you asked – here you go,” I said. I reached into the bag and produced a replacement. I watched as she put it on. It was a blush-colored sleeveless top with a large vertical cutout in the chest with laces connecting the left and right sides, running through the cutout. There was a breezy slit in the back, and as she turned around, I could see a little exposed skin of her lower back in the slit, but not too much. The skirt came up fairly high and kept her mostly covered, which was probably for the best.

“Derek – this is a little too revealing for work, my tits – and in the back -“

“Beggars can’t be choosers, Ari. It’s the only option you have.”

“Yeah, thanks to you!” She sassed quickly. That wasn’t quite fair. At least I brought her a replacement and allowed her to look semi-professional. I’m not a monster, after all.

I slapped her face, reminding her to watch her tone without the need for explicitly saying it. “I brought you something else as well,” I told her. I reached into the bag and pulled out a pink vibrator, designed to be inserted with an end that looped up and outside of her pussy.

“Is that a vibrator?” She asked, her face turning red.

“Yes. A remote control one, to be specific,” I said. “You see, I have this app on my phone. I can turn it up, down, or even off.”

“And you want me to -“

“I want you to take off Escort Bayan your skirt, Ari. I’d like to try it out today.”

Arianna shook her head but began to lower her skirt. She raised her eyebrows and smiled as she looked at me. “This is so mean!” She said.

I reached out and helped her pull her skirt down. Under her skirt this Thursday, she had on a pair of black lace panties, a little fuller than the ones she had on the day before, but still exposing most of her ass and all of her thighs, and the lace was definitely a little see-through.

I reached out and grabbed her under her arms, picking her up and setting her on the sink vanity, and her skirt fell to the floor in the process. Slowly, I slid her panties off her ass, down her legs, taking dare to touch her legs, to graze against them in just the right way.

“I just had an idea. Lift your shirt up, Ari,” I said.

“Why?” She asked, a curious smile on her face.

I grabbed her again, picking her up and plopping her ass down in the sink. I pulled the panties the rest of the way off as Arianna raised her shirt up, exposing her bra. I unzipped my pants and began to take out my cock.

“Oh, master, are – are you going to fuck me finally?!” She asked excitedly. “I don’t know if – I don’t know if you can fuck me if I’m in this sink!” She pointed out, laughing.

“No, I’m not fucking you. Tomorrow,” I said. “God, if I have to remind the slut one more time,” I thought to myself.

“Then what are you – why am I in this sink?” She asked, laughing again. I grabbed her legs behind the knees, lifting them, until her beautiful, shaved pussy was pointed right at me.

“Let me show you,” I said. I placed her legs over my shoulders and grabbed my cock with one hand and her neck with the other as I bent forward. And that’s when I started to squirt my piss directly on her pussy.

“Derek! Master! You’re- you’re fucking pissing on me!”

“Yes,” I said, in response to her statement of the obvious.

“I’m going to be all wet – wet, and smelly!”

“You’re a urinal, slut. Now take it like a good girl.” Arianna spread her legs a little and moaned.

“Ohhhh, it does feel good on my pussy!” She moaned. I changed my aim a little higher and began pissing on her stomach, watching as the yellow liquid pooled in her bellybutton and ran down her sides and into the sink.

“Would you rather drink it, slut?” I asked.

“Y- no, actually, ohhh, it feels so good! Yes! Keep – keep going, piss on me, please, piss on my pussy, master!”

It was over as soon as it began. I left her sitting there as I reached over and picked up the vibrator, slowly inserting it into her pussy. “Mmmmm,” she moaned. I pulled her closer, so that her ass sat on the edge of the vanity again, and ever so slightly pushed the tip of my hardening cock into her pussy.

“Oh, master! Fuck me, please!” She begged.

“You like my cock in your pussy?” I asked her.

“Yes! Push it in – all the way, please!” I didn’t. What I did was, I started squirting the last little bit of piss inside her pussy, eliciting a soft moan as the warm liquid pooled inside of her. Then, I pulled out, reached for her panties, and put her feet through the holes as my piss dribbled out on the top of the vanity. I reached out and grabbed her, helping her down.

“I’ll fuck you tomorrow, I promise,” I said. “Lick that up,” I instructed, pointing to the vanity. “Now.”. I pulled her panties up as she seductively licked my piss off the vanity top without complaint.

“Good,” I said. “Now leave that vibrator in, straighten yourself up and let’s get to work.”

“My panties are wet!” She said, pointing to a spot where my piss had not run off or dried before I put them on.

“Good. You can enjoy sitting in a damp, pissy pair of panties until they dry,” I said. “Here. You can use this to dry off a little.” I tossed her the top I had ripped apart. And with that, I left.

It wasn’t long after she returned to her desk that I started toying with her vibrator, turning it on slightly. I watched her in the webcam as I began to torment her, turning it on low, watching her reaction. At first she just smiled at the webcam and shook her head.

“This sucks,” she texted me.

“One more comment like that, and you’re going to regret it.” I said. But for the moment, I turned off the vibrator and just let her work. It must be humiliating enough for her to be forced to sit there in damp panties, wet with my piss.

“I feel disgusting,” she texted me about fifteen minutes later. “And sticky.”

I responded by turning the vibrator back on, and as I sat there and watched her, I pulsed it up to medium for a few seconds here and there. I watched her as she bit her lip, clearly enjoying the sensation.

“Master, please,” she texted me. “Either stop that or just fuck me already. You know you want to put your cock in me.”

“Of course I do. And I will. Tomorrow.” I wrote back.

I watched as Arianna got up from her seat. A few seconds later, she was at my desk, asking Bayan Escort me some question about a project that I was sure I had already answered a half dozen times. It was a ruse, of course. She looked around, and when nobody was looking, she bent over to pick up something that she had dropped. As she did, she lifted her skirt, her beautiful ass facing me, there for the taking.

“Just rip it off and fuck me. Please!” She texted me a few seconds later as she returned to her desk.


“Fine. I’m not drinking your piss any more until you fuck me.”

I turned the vibrator on again. First to low, then to medium, and then briefly up quite high. I watched as she gripped her desk in surprise, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. I only let it last for about five seconds before I cut the vibrator again.

“Sorry. That was my phone,” I heard her explain to someone near her. Apparently the vibrator was a little louder than I anticipated. I was going to have to be judicious in turning it up.

“Please. This is torture. You are so mean.” She texted me. I quickly stood up and made my way down to where she was sitting.

“Bathroom. Now.” Was all I said. I shuffled off to the bathroom without bothering to explain or offer any sense of what to expect.

“Arianna, what a surprise,” I said when she entered the otherwise deserted room.

“You – umm, you said bathroom.”

“I know. You’re in need of an attitude adjustment, I believe,” I said.

“Master – what – what are you doing?!”

“You’ve called me mean one too many times. You need to learn some respect. Now, take off your shirt. And your bra, too.”


“Now, Ari. No more back talk.” Arianna nodded and slowly removed her top, turned around and unclasped her bra and let it fall off.

“Now,” I said, “what was that about not drinking any more piss until I fuck you?”

“Please, Master, I’m – I’m just – I’m so horny. I just want your cock inside of me!”

“I know, Ari. But I make the rules, not you. Understand?” I slapped her hard across the face.

“Owww!” She moaned softly. “Master, please, don’t -“. I quickly slapped her again, grabbing her throat with my left hand.

“Damn it, Ari, I’ll slap you if I want to. “You’ve been a greedy cunt this morning and you deserve it!” I slapped her again.

“Master, my boyfriend – please don’t – don’t bruise me!”

“Fine,” I said. I slapped her left breast hard instead, and then her right. I watched as the corners of her mouth turned down and tears cane to her eyes. I walked over to the toilet and lifted the lid.

“Put your tits on the rim,” I told her.

“What? Master – why?”

“Do it NOW Ari. No arguing. Got it?”

Arianna began to cry in earnest as she approached the toilet. She bent down and knelt on the floor, and, tears rolling down her face, placed her large, D-cup breasts on the rim of the toilet.

She looked up at me and pouted. I grabbed the seat and slammed it down hard on her breasts, pinching them between the rim and the seat.

“Owwwww!” She wailed in a whisper, clearly wanting to shriek but not wanting to alert her office mates to her predicament.

“Master, please! This is so wrong and disgusting!” She whispered.

I took my belt off and tied the poor girl’s elbows together behind her back. Then I pulled down my pants just enough for my cock to be exposed and sat down on the toilet seat. Arianna started to cry in pain.

“Suck my cock, whore.” She shook her head as much as she could.

“Now!” I said, slapping her again. She looked up at me, pleading with her eyes for me to stop. I rocked forward, putting more of my body weight on the seat, squeezing it against her breasts. I grabbed my phone and flicked the vibrator onto medium, and she moaned through her tears.

“You can stop this any time you want, you know. Just go back to being boss and assistant. Is that what you want?”

Arianna looked up at me. She thought for a moment. I flicked the vibrator up to high briefly, before cutting the power again. And as I ceased tormenting her pussy with the vibrator, Arianna, breathing heavily squeaked out a shaky, almost incomprehensible “No, Master,” leaned forward, and took my cock into her mouth.

“Good girl, Ari,” I told her. I shifted my weight forward, bouncing a little on the seat, allowing blood to flow back to her nipples and then squeezing them again between the seat and the rim. I grabbed her head and pulled her toward me, my cock entering the back of her throat as I did. She gagged, and I pulled it back out and stood up.

“Now, Arianna, have you learned a lesson, or do you need more?”

“Master, I – I’m so sorry!” She said, sniffling. “I – I want this – I need this to – I don’t ever want this to stop!”

“I know, sweetie,” I said. “I wouldn’t ever do anything so horrible you wanted it to stop, you know that, right?”

She nodded her head and sniffled again. “Thank you, I – I deserved this,” she said.

“And you will drink as much piss as I tell Escort you to, whether I fuck you or not. Right?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry,” she said. I took the belt off and pushed her up so that her tits were no longer on the toilet rim.

“I know. I’ll fuck you tomorrow. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Okay. Now I’ll let you put yourself back together.”



“Will you – will you hurt me while you fuck me?”

“Is that what you want?”

“I – it doesn’t matter what I want,” she said. Finally, it seemed like we were getting somewhere.

“I have a plan, Ari. And it will be humiliating and perhaps even painful.” Arianna smiled and I caressed her breasts. Thankfully, they were not bruised, just red and very puffy. I teased her nipples as she knelt, sniffling. Then, I kissed the top of her head, pulled up my pants and replaced my belt, and left.

After that, I didn’t much tease her that morning. Just a couple quick jolts of the vibrator on medium, so that she would not forget it was there.

At lunch, Arianna sat and talked to another younger female co-worker, Jenna, as I sat on the opposite side of the break room listening.

“Arianna, I really like your top. You look really good in it,” she said.

“Thanks,” Arianna said. “I like it too. I almost didn’t wear it because it’s a little low cut.”

“You look like the office slut,” I texted her. She glanced at her phone and put it back in her lap.

“No, I mean, it is – I wouldn’t be comfortable in it, to be honest,” Jenna said. “But it really looks good on you!” I flicked the vibrator up to somewhere between low and medium and left it there. Ari just glared at me from across the room.

“Thanks! I like your dress too, Jenna. I – I like the pattern,” Ari said.

“Thanks. So what’s for lunch?” Jenna asked

“Piss,” I texted Arianna. “You know you crave a mouthful of my hot piss right now you nasty little urinal.”

“Oh, just some salad,” Arianna said to Jenna. I kicked the vibrator up to high for a moment and returned it back to low. Arianna slouched forward a bit and her eyes about hit the ceiling as she clasped her hands on her leg under the table.

“You okay?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah, I – I thought I was – I thought I forgot something,” she stammered. I kicked it up to high again and Arianna braced herself against the side of the table.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Jenna asked again.

“Yeah, I – I almost fell,” she explained.

“Stop it!” Arianna texted me. “You’re going to get me busted!”

“Go get up, get the clips, and put them on your nipples. Return to the table and finish your lunch, and I’ll turn it off,” I texted back.

“Be right back,” Arianna said to Jenna.

“Can you imagine if she knew what a slut you are? Drinking piss, torturing yourself…” I texted Ari.

“She’d never look at me the same way,” Ari texted back.

Arianna came back into the break room just a couple minutes later. She sat back down across from Jenna and took a deep breath. “Sorry, I was cold,” she explained. She had a cardigan wrapped around her shoulders and covering her clipped nipples, providing an extra layer of fabric to obscure the torturous devices.

“Yeah, they run the AC like crazy in here,” Jenna said.

“Smart girl,” I thought to myself.

Arianna started picking at her salad at this point, eating slowly and not saying much. She seemed to be on a different planet.

“How’s it going over there?” I texted her.

“I’m really sensitive after this morning,” she texted back. “I can’t keep my mind off the clips. They fucking hurt.”

“You love it,” I texted back.

“Yeah. I’m so turned on. Thank you.”

She made small talk with Jenna, taking deep breaths. I could tell from across the room she was focused on the pain and pleasure she was feeling in her nipples. After a few more minutes, I stood up and left, leaving her sitting there with Jenna, and went back to my desk and texted her that she was free to take the clamps off when she had finished her lunch.

Two thirty rolled around, and I had been fairly busy for the last hour and hadn’t had much time to play with my slave. But all of the sudden, I had the urge to piss again. After all, I hadn’t gone since that morning. I texted Arianna to meet me in the bathroom again.

“Please, Master, you aren’t going to do – what you did earlier – are you?” She asked.

“No,” I said as I approached her and caressed her. “But I am going to ask you to take off your shirt and bra again.” She did as she was told, rather quickly this time.

“Okay, now what?” She said after she had taken off the items.

“Okay. Put your hair up, and I want you to lean over the toilet.”


“Here. Just kneel here,” I said, pointing to the side of the toilet. “Actually, take your skirt off.” The skirt came flying off and Arianna was soon kneeling on the hard floor.

“Okay. Look at me. I have to piss.”

“OK, master. Am I – do you – am I supposed to drink it?” She asked.

“No,” I said as I unzipped my pants and retrieved my cock. “I’m going to piss on your face.”

“Master, I – I know you own my body, but – I’m going to get sticky and smelly,” she protested.

“I know. You have fragrance for that after I finish.”

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