Going Home

Max took Katelyn's dress from the locked drawer and handed it to her, instructing her to get dressed.

Katelyn, still feeling the mix of Max's cum and piss in her stomach, complied.

Looking down to put the dress on, Katelyn felt the pointed cat ears of her choker poke into her throat again, causing her to look up.

As she finished getting dressed, Max pulled a black leather leash from his desk drawer and clipped it to the loop that was the cat's face on Katelyn's collar.

Nervously, Katelyn tried to object.

"But, Max, Master, I can't walk around on a leash; someone will see!" Katelyn worried.

"Well, you'd better walk fast and try not to attract any more attention than your bouncing tits usually do." Max smiled.

It was only a short walk to the car, but Katelyn didn't want to be humiliated in front of her coworkers. How degrading would it be to be led around on a leash in public? In the privacy of her own home, it was hot, but here...

Katelyn's train of thought was interrupted when Max gently tugged on her leash, causing her head to jerk forward and her focus to shift to Max.

A feature of the loop on Katelyn's collar was that if any tension was put onto the loop, it would rotate the small pointed cat ears towards her neck, and releasing the tension would poke Katelyn uncomfortably in the throat. It didn't take Katelyn long to realise this and follow Max's lead. Katelyn could feel herself being trained like the naughty kitty she was.

Taking a deep breath before stepping out of Max's office onto the main office floor, Katelyn tried to steel herself for the no more than 50 paces between Max's office and the lift to the car park.

Noticing that no one was looking at her. Katelyn breathed a sigh of relief as she quickly caught up with Max before she ran out of leash.

Walking far enough behind Max to show her master the proper respect but not too far as to have her collar tugged again, Katelyn felt her body flush at the thought of how submissive she'd become and how easily she'd let Max train her so publicly.

Just as she was enjoying her heart beating in her chest and the pulse in her pussy as she thought about how devastating it would be if she were caught being led around on a leash at work, she saw the lifts only ten paces away.

Max diverted intentionally, almost pulling Katelyn into Chuck, an overweight, sweaty blob of a man from accounting that Katelyn had heard Max having a meeting with earlier.

He stood there face to face with Katelyn; Katelyn's face burst into a beet red at being collared and on a leash in front of this greasy pervert. Katelyn watched the stunned man with his mouth aghast as she squeezed past him to keep up with Max, brushing her massive breasts over the tubby man's arm to get past.

Standing at the lift, Katelyn couldn't look back. She just stared at the doors until they opened, thankful that her wish for the elevator to be empty had come true.

Entering the lift and turning around, she saw the fat man still standing, staring at her with his mouth open. He reached for his phone, trying to snap a photo, but the door closed before he could.

"See, almost no one noticed," Max smirked as Katelyn tried to recover from her embarrassment at being led around on a leash in public.

Max gently tugged Katelyn's leash to get her attention, but not hard enough to poke her neck, as he guided her uneventfully to his car.

Katelyn watched as Max opened the trunk of his car to reveal a large cat carrier that, she worried, looked just the size for her to fit into.

"This or the front seat?" Max asked.

Stuttering over her words, "Front seat, sir", Katelyn said, worrying that she'd be stripped if she went into the cage and be seen by anyone passing the car.

Max settled into the car after being a gentleman and opened the door for Katelyn.

"If you're going to sit in the front seat like this, then I'm going to need something from you," Max said.

Katelyn's stomach tightened, reminding her of its contents.

"I'm not going to have to drink your piss again, sir?" Katelyn asked hopefully.

Max Chuckled. "No, not this time. Just push my dick into your mouth until your lips are wrapped around its base, and use your tongue to give me a nice sloppy blowjob all the way home."

Katelyn felt relieved that she wasn't going to be imbibing any more of Max's piss, at least for now and manoeuvred herself to push her face down into his lap.

As Max rested a hand on the back of Katelyn's head, she heard him start the car and wind down his window.

Katelyn heard Max start talking to a man panting, she tried to pull herself up off of Max's thickening cock, but Max just held her head in place as he spoke to the sweaty accountant that Katelyn had just brushed up against.

"Go on then," Max said before a flash of light filled the car and Katelyn's peripheral vision. Max said his goodbyes and drove off.

"That was Chuck," Max said.

He just wanted a photo of you. He said he'd watched every one of your videos a dozen times and would love to "Get in on the action." Max Chuckled.

Looks like you might have another fan at work to keep you busy, Max said.

Katelyn's heart dropped at the thought of Max telling her to lay back on his desk, holding her legs spread wide as the balding, fat greasy pervert Chuck rubbed his probably tiny dick in and out of her tight young pussy. Chuck always had a whiff of body odour that made Katelyn almost gag when he was close. The thought of him being given free rain to kiss, fuck and maul her made Katelyn nervous as she continued to give Max the sloppiest blowjob of her life.

Before too long, Katelyn had been told they were at her home. Parking on the driveway, Max let her up and looked at the once again mess of tear-streaked mascara and the peaking of cat whiskers from beneath the foundation that had been mostly wiped onto his pants.

"Home sweet home", Max said, opening Katelyn's door and reaching out for the handle of her leash. Katelyn obediently followed Max closely, wanting so desperately to be in the privacy of her own home.