14 Days Until Return to Work

After eating dinner and decompressing from the long day, Nicole finally settled down to report to her Discord group. When she did, she finally had to look at the item Kennedy left for her to wear on Monday. Folded on the chair was an old trench coat Nicole had forgotten she had tucked away deep in her closet. Under the trench coat was a body harness Nicole had ordered from Etsy back when she first started playing the Discord group. It didn't leave anything to the imagination. The leather straps wrapped around Nicole's breasts, framing them. Other straps wrapped high on her upper thigh and went upward to her waist, making a triangle frame for her pussy. What made this harness extra special was the clamps. Two clamps hung below her breasts, so they could be attached to her nipples. Four hung between her legs, two attached to each thigh strap so they could attach and pull her labia apart. She had never gotten around to attaching them for anyone, even her group. She had also forgotten about that, too. Initially, she thought she'd wear it to a kink night at a local event, but Nicole never took the initiative to do more than online roleplay with her group.

Nicole felt a jolt of excitement that Kennedy had found it and was giving her an opportunity, but this was it? Only the harness and the coat? She looked at the floor under the chair in case something had fallen off. Nope. Did Kennedy want her to walk from her apartment to their apartment in only the harness and coat? At least it was slightly better than streaking like she was **** to do on Thursday, but what was Kennedy planning for her?

Putting the items aside, Nicole worked on her very long report. She wrote about the festival with Huck, the car ride home, Janet making her use the strap-on, and Kennedy walking in on them. By the time she was done she was exhausted, so instead of engaging with the group she dropped it in the #whore-from-home report channel and went to bed before anyone could ping her.

Nicole had a hard time choosing what to masturbate herself to sleep to. There was so much material in her head. Eventually, she settled on being on stage and riding the Sybian. That sort of exposure was something she had never dreamed she'd experience. Sure, she hated the audience, but to have that experience of being on stage was amazing. The difference in the new version of this fantasy in her head is that she's **** to orgasm over and over and over again. Finally, when she's too weak to stand, Huck comes on stage to claim his trophy. Throwing her over a chair and to the encouragement of the audience, he fucks her so everyone can see. Everyone sees that Nicole has given herself to this disgusting man.

"Nicole Wegner!" Nicole awoke with a jolt and a squeal. It takes her a moment to recognize the voice of her mother. She pulls the cover over herself.

"Mom! What are you doing in my room?"

"Did you forget we were getting brunch today? Your father and I have been waiting outside for 30 minutes. We've texted you several times. Out of concern I came to your door and found it unlocked. Good lord, Nicole, what a pigsty." Something about her mother using the word "pigsty" after Kennedy kept calling her "piggy" made Nicole's blood run cold.

"I'm just getting rid of some of my clothes. Just, please, give me 15 minutes to get ready. Go downstairs, Mom." Nicole cringes as she sees her mother look directly at her desk. On the floor next to it is her bin of sex toys. On the desk itself is lube, two dildos, a butt plug, and a bullet vibrator. Draped over the chair is the harness Kennedy wants her to wear tomorrow.

Her mom whispers under her breath, "How are you, my daughter? I'm never going to get grandchildren." And turning to Nicole. "Fine, 15 minutes."

This monthly brunch was expected of Nicole. Her parents would drive two hours both ways. Nicole didn't love the tradition, but she felt it was essential to keep her mother from giving her guilt trips for not seeing them enough. Her mother never, ever came upstairs to her apartment, so Nicole was feeling especially mortified. She really should have canceled this weekend, she thought.

Nicole hurried to get ready, but Kennedy trashing her bedroom made it a challenge. Especially when she realized Kennedy must have stuffed all her underwear into that duffle bag. All of it. Even the dirty ones in her bathroom hamper. "Fuck!" she exclaimed. "Why?"

"Is everything alright, dear?" Nicole's Mom called upstairs.

"Yes, sorry, working on it."

Nicole hadn't even washed up from the long day of activities. She was sure she smelled of pussy and sweat, but she didn't have time to do much more than wash her face. She grabbed a skirt, t-shirt and hoodie from the 'keep' pile. It would have to do, and she ran downstairs to have brunch stinking like day-old sex and without underwear. When she got downstairs, her mother wasn't in the living room. She heard her voice around the corner talking to someone. Nicole froze in place and listened.