Yes, and it's Ms. Kanich

As you lay there in your wonderful post orgasm mess the door opens. And before you react there is a camera flash. Ms. Kanich is in the doorway with here phone out. "Masturbating at work I suspect you'll get fired for this."

You doubt you will its obvious that's what the pompoms are for. "That is unless you are very nice to me, and I mean grovel at my feet nice."

"Start by licking those handles clean!" She orders. "I can't believe you would do some think like that to company property." You comply, she has a confident, demanding voice that startles you into obeying.

"Now what should I make you wear? Something to make everyone see just how inferior you are to me." Your mind starts to fill with dirty thoughts, and as you clean your pussy juices off the dildo handled pompom, you start making more.

"This might be nice" she says tossing one of the cups from the three piece bikini. "No I don't think you are good enough to wear underwear even slutty ones like these" she adds looking through the lingerie. "Ahh, these are better" she says throwing the bondage harness, then the shorts from the cowgirl costume at you. The shorts look like Daisy Dukes but are thinner than normal jean material and there is a large hole torn out of the crotch. "Or this, like you are nothing better than an blue collar worker" she mulls to herself after selecting the tool belt you are a little curious to see how well the pouches cover your pussy. "Oh this will look nice hanging out your ass hole... And some servant wear" she says and keeps throwing items. "Well whatever I let you wear it will certainly include these trashy shoes." She says walking back to you and her pile of selected clothes carrying a pair of clear stripper heels.

You didn't pay much attention to her, taking the opportunity to write a new rule.