A nice little show.

"I want to see a show," John said. He smirked and gave her a smug smile. "Drop those panties and finger yourself. Show me how wearing a harness turns you secretly on."

She stared at him, horrified. "I... will NOT do that!" she squeaked. This was, after all, a conference room. The windows were set to non transparent, but that just meant they were blurry. Maybe it was possible to see through it if someone stood very, very close? Or, hell, someone could barge in on accident.

He shrugged. "Alright. Spend the rest of the day inside that harness and caught in your erotic daydreams. If you think no one will notice. You barely got through the morning, right?"

Jessica wanted to scream in frustration. "I don't need to wear this stupid thing at all!" she hissed. "I just take it off and this all ends here."

John laughed. "Oh hell yes, this will all end here. The second you try get out of that harness, I'll switch the windows to transparent, present our **** pony girl to everyone in the open-plan office, and tell our bosses about your little secret. Wanna try me?"

Jessica closed her eyes. She had a distinct feeling that John wasn't bluffing. He just was that kind of guy. He would go through with this. She felt trapped. Devastatingly trapped.

"Fine," she whispered. "I'll do it."
"Do what?"
"I...," she bit her lip "I give you your show."
"Then why are you still wearing your panties?"

Jessica suppressed a curse and slowly, reluctantly, undressed her last piece of clothing.
"Good filly, that's my well behaving filly...," John said softly.
She wanted to scream, but somehow, the words were indeed soothing her, filling her with an involuntary sense of pride. Jessica gasped. This was NOT happening! She shook her head.
"... that's my filly, sshhhh...," John continued.
"Stop it!" she whispered.
He looked smug again. "Why?" he asked, sounding innocent. "Does the little perky filly get aroused being talked to like that?"
Jessica felt her pulse quicken and her heart thumping in her chest. She wanted to say something but all she could manage was an almost unnoticable shake of her head.
John chuckled again.
"Oh, I think you do, filly. I think you do. And now show your Master how wet your pussy is. How much you enjoy wearing that harness..."

She had already forgotten where she was. Everything around her had turned into a thick syrup, sweet, fragrant, arousing. Her breathing felt heavy. Her fingers found the way to her nether lips and started caressing her sensitive spot. Jessica put her head back and gave in to the pleasure.

"Yeah, that's a good little filly," she heard John murmur. "You want to be put in a stable in a tight harness, with a bit gag and a bridle, nice high pony boots and groomed by your Master, don't you?"

Jessica moaned. She felt dizzy. She felt exhilarated. She felt blissful.

"You want to be tamed with the whip and the riding crop, and chained to the stable door, don't you?" John said.

Jessica moaned again. Her body felt on fire. Her fingers were massaging her clit frantically. He wanted a show? She'd give him a show. She wanted this as well. This was heaven!

"You want to be butt plugged with a big pony tail plug and get pounded by the stable hand's fat cock, don't you, filly?" she heard John's voice through the thick, sweet syrup. She moaned loudly, ecstatic, lost in her daydream, on the brink of orgasm.

"Or maybe I fill you up with water from the drinking through and then stuff another dildo down your pussy to stimulate your bladder and tickle both fetishes of my Austrian-Czech slut," John added. Jessica opened her eyes in horror. No, in lust! No, petrified! No, wanting! No..., no..., she stared at him, her left middle finger buried deep inside of her.

And John started to chuckle dryly and tore her out of her erotic daydream.

"Look at you, Jessica," he snorted with laughter. "Look at you, getting off of my little story. And you thought you could steal my position, Jessica. You thought you could rise above me in the ranks. Oh, we'll gonna have so much fun, the two of us!"

Jessica felt a chill. Her arousal was gone in an instant. No - not completely. A tiny fragment inside her enjoyed being put into her place, especially while wearing that harness. She shuddered.

"That was more than I expected," John said calmly, studying her. "You can get rid of that harness. Remember that: I keep my promises. I am true to my word. Get back to your desk and spend the rest of the working day as you wish." He looked tauntingly at her panties on the floor. "Although maybe you might want to think twice about wearing those soaked panties for the rest of the day." Another chuckle. "Well, whatever. I'll leave the room. You take all the time you need to collect yourself and get dressed. I'll send you another package tonight, and I expect you to follow the instructions. Just like today. Or else..."

He grinned again at her, then turned around and left the conference room.

Jessica stared at the door. She felt spent. Spent, humiliated and utterly defeated. A few whispered words had been enough to make her get lost in fetishes she thought she had slain and buried. Where would this end?

She tried to banish all thoughts. It was pointless. Back to work. She had to catch up a lost morning.

But as she headed home, she couldn't help wondering what the second package would contain...