Naomi heads to reception

Writer's note: Sorry it's been a while between chapters. I'm going to try to finish this branch of the story first and then have a look at some of the others when it's done.

Naomi stood in the elevator alone, her ass was still sore from the caning and spanking she’d been given not so long ago. Her mouth still felt a little stiff from the hour with a ball gag in it. She closed her eyes, she got a little wet at the memory of the cane striking her, it made her breath a little sharply. She stood there, imagining herself being fingered and spanked at the same time. Maybe she could ask for that next time, even if she was fingering herself.

She never thought she’d enjoy being a ****, never thought she’d suddenly become obedient and do some of the most humiliating things, but she was learning that loved it. She particularly loved the punishment; well, she loved being spanked or whipped anyway, it heightened her pleasure. The gag was less pleasant, but knowing how much it turned him on, well, that was fine if it made his cock as rock hard as it had done just now.

Naomi opened her eyes, seeing the reflection in the mirror doors of the elevator. She probably looked like a complete slut with the collar around her neck, the tank top that showed the entire shape of her tits, nipples poking out; she might as well have been topless.

The hotpants showed off pretty much her entire thighs, and when she looked from one mirror to the next, she could see some of the marks left behind from her punishment.

Her face was a little pink too, from being slapped, even thinking of that made her horny.

The doors opened at the ground floor, and a man walking a **** on a leash immediately caught sight of Naomi’s nipples and the shape of her breasts showing in the incredibly tight tank top.

“Nice tits,” he said.

“Thanks,” Naomi replied instinctively.

She headed through the foyer to the reception, standing with her hands behind her elbows in a submissive pose while she waited to be given her orders for the day.