XLVIII - Exposure

"I suppose you want a fucking blowjob too!" she growled at the delivery guy.... His eyes widened in surprise. "Quite a view!!"

Soon, Lisa ripped the telegram open, expecting to find her first assignments for the next day; instead, it was from Steve. Lisa's eyes widened as she scanned the contents of the telegram, her cheeks flushing crimson beneath her permanent eyeliner. She glanced up at the dumbfounded delivery guy, catching him staring at her near-naked form, her enslaved body glinting with metal under the harsh lights of the hallway. Lisa gritted her teeth, humiliation burning through her veins like acid. She knew what he was thinking, could see the lust and pity warring in his eyes.

“I...uhm...” he stammered, unable to hide the growing bulge in his pants as his eyes lingered on her body. “That's, uh, that's quite an expensive setup you've got there,” he said, jerking his head towards her chastity belt.

“Yeah, well, it's not exactly a fashion statement,” Lisa snapped, trying to sound defiant even as her voice wavered.

She shoved the telegram back into its envelope with shaking hands, suddenly **** to be rid of this witness to her degradation. “Thanks for the delivery, asshole. You can go now.”

The delivery guy just blinked at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Aww, no need for hostility. I'm sure your master has you all... secure for a reason.” His gaze raked over her body, lingering on the hollow hole of the pear-sized buttplug visible between her ass cheeks. Lisa felt bile rise in her throat. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him to fuck off and mind his own business. But she knew better than to risk the punishment. Instead, she settled for a venomous glare. So Lisa signed for the secret telegram as fast as possible and left the young guy standing there comically, with his mouth hanging open.....