A Fresh Latte

Morgan hurried up to her office. Elena was at her desk. "Good morning, Ms. Shepherd. Um, is everything OK?"

"Um, sure," said Morgan.

"You need to fix your shoe," said Elena.

"Really?" Morgan bent over to check her shoe. Her slacks split along seam on her seat, but she did not notice. "I don't see anything wrong."

"Oh, my mistake. There's a fresh latte on your desk."

"Thank you."

Elena watched Morgan walk by, seeing that her tight slacks were split open and her panties were showing.

Morgan went into her office and sat at her desk. She sipped her latte. It tasted really good. The itching her crotch, on her butt, and on her nipples was coming back. She shifted nervously in her seat. She decided to try to get her mind off the itching by doing some work.

Elena sat at her desk, watching Morgan on her computer. The IT guys had installed three hidden cameras in Morgan's office: one on the far wall from her desk, one over her desk, and one on the bookshelf next to her desk. She watched her boss squirm and grimace as she tried her best not to scratch. Elena watched as Morgan sipped her latte, a drink spiked with a **** that would make Morgan more and more agreeable.

Back in Morgan's office, she finally gave in and started rubbing her nipples and crotch again. "What the fuck... is wrong... with me!" she cried.

Her phone buzzed. The light showed it was Elena. She picked it up. "Yes, Elena?"

"The CEO wants to see you."

Morgan thought of the note telling her not to leave her office. "Right now?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Um, I can't meet him right now. Can you make up some excuse for me?"

"Sure thing. I can tell him you have explosive diarrhea. I'm sure he won't want to disturb that."

"I guess..." said Morgan. She certainly could not tell Elena the truth.

Elena hung up. She had lied about the CEO. She watched Morgan scratch her crotch and nipples, and made sure the cameras recorded all of it. She picked up a package hidden under her desk. She got up and knocked on Morgan's door and stuck her head in, "Ma'am, this package just arrived."

Morgan stopped scratching, "OK, bring it to me."

After Elena put the package on the desk and left, Morgan opened it. To her horror there was a small vibrating egg and vibrating anal plug accompanied by a note: You must put these in now. We have the remotes. You can leave your office now and go about your day. If you disobey, the footage of you masturbating in the office will be sent to everyone in the office, including your bosses.

Morgan wanted to cry. She had ****. She got up, and pulled her pants and panties down. She did not see the rip in her slacks. She inserted the egg and anal plug, the latter being a very tight fit, then pulled up her panties and pants. She wondered if she should go see the CEO now that she could leave her office, but the itching was still there, and she wasn't sure if she could resist scratching long enough to talk to him.