Very, very much.

Her hope turned out to be in vain. When Jessica woke up, she immediatly felt the arousal. It came from wearing the harness, feeling the leather caressing her skin, and it also came from suppressing her fetish for years. This was a backlash, so violent and strong as she had never expected it to be.

She didn't eat breakfast and hurried to work, acutely aware of the leather harness underneath her working clothes. She was the first in the office, started her computer, tried to concentrate, but it was almost impossible. As more and more people arrived in the office, Jessica had already given up all hope of having a "normal work day". She concentrated instead of trying to get through the day without raising suspicions of her high arousal. Her nipples felt hard under her blouse and she was sure that her panties were soaked already. She stared at the computer screen, blankly, pretending to work, while her thoughts were swirling, her pulse beat was racing and her cheeks almost certainly were flushed. Somehow, nobody noticed. It took all her strength and all her concentration to get through the morning. She didn't get anything done, but she was in a position where nobody was supervising her. If she was lazy, it was mostly her own problem - until someone from her team found out, of course.

Suddenly John stood in front of her. A wolfish grin on his face. She looked up at him, aware of her rosy red cheeks, her glazed eyes and her suppressed heavy breathing.

He didn't seem surprised at all. Just amused. It was then that it dawned on Jessica that John had known precisely what he was doing. What he was putting her through.

"I booked us conference room 3," he said quietly, pursing his lips in amusement. She blinked at him, confused. There was no meeting today in her schedule, thank God. Then it struck her.

Conference room 3. The one with the smart glass windows which could be turned to non transparent. Jessica shivered. But John's smile just got wider. "You better follow me, filly," he said and winked at her.

The word "filly" sent a jolt of arousal through her already stimulated body. She suppressed a moan, bit her lips and shot him a fiery, defiant look. That bastard!

A soft chuckle was the answer. Another grin. John raised an eyebrow. "Now!" he commanded quietly, turned around and walked briskly to the conference rooms.

Jessica had **** but to follow.