She Accepts Her Role

Jasmine trembled. Michael's fingers worked back and forth. They entered her sex and curled inside of her. Made her feel their presence between her legs. Her face burned with embarrassment. Her body throbbed with want and need. Jasmine tried to catch her breath but it was hard as Michael started to move faster and faster. His fingers made her legs go weak. Just standing where she had been told became harder and harder. Her lower lips tingled with desire, the friction of his digits against her skin made her gasp. Jasmine's back arched, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. The feeling invaded her mind, the pleasure flowing through her and invigorating her even as it shamed and humiliated her.

After a few minutes, Michael stopped and pulled out. Jasmine shuddered, her womanhood ached to feel more. Her pussy seemed to clench at his digits as he removed them. Michael looked up at her. His smile was wide and mocking. Any pale shadow of respect he'd afforded her to this point had fallen away. He looked like he was laughing at her.

"I always knew you were a slut," He said. "All the work you did for the company wasn't worth anything at all until it was accompanied by this lovely little pussy of yours, was it?"

He slapped her vulva with an open palm. It wasn't fast or hard but the sudden shock made her jump in surprise and a small amount of pain. Michael laughed again. Jasmine couldn't believe that she was getting off on this. He was insulting her and deriding her. Making her feel worthless and mocking all of the work she had done. She should have felt absolutely furious. It should have moved her to rage yet it didn't. She swallowed, trying to suppress the feelings of arousal and lust which were racing through her. He was demeaning her and she was loving it.

"From now on, I'm your master." Michael said. "That's my assigned role in the company now. It's a bit less money than I'm used to but you know what? There are other benefits so I'm happy to give up a little cash. From now on, you only call my master."

Jasmine looked into his face, seeing the same sight she'd seen for years now. He was a man full of ambition, who wanted to carve his way through the world. She'd seen that look so often, and sometimes even in the mirror. But now something was different and his eyes were colder and harder. She shivered, realising what sort of situation she might actually be in. A wave of heat washed through her body. Her skin tingled and her pussy ached to be touched.

"I understand...master..." The word tasted strange in her mouth. It was something she never thought she would say. Some inner Jasmine was howling that this was wrong. That she never should have set this in motion but she was muted behind a wall of lust.

"Let's see if you do."

Michael reached for his bag and a moment later something solid hit the ground at his feet. It was a glass bottle. One of those long wine bottles by the look of it with the tapered snout. It was empty and dry, and the label had been peeled off.

Michael's next words filled her mind with feverish horror.

"Fuck yourself with that bottle. Do it until you cum for me. Do it on your knees."

Jasmine gulped. The bottle was long and made of glass, the tapered top would serve as a crude dildo if she wanted to do that but it was still a glass bottle meant for wine. It wasn't even a sex toy. He wanted her to fuck herself with a wine bottle. The idea was horrifying to her. Her hands shook, her mind screamed for her to back off. To end this whole thing now. But she couldn't She was caught up in it, being carried along by her own lust. Unbelieving, Jasmine felt her knees start to bend, her legs folded under her. The floor felt cold against her bare skin. Michael towered above her with a smile as she reached for the bottle. She felt a thousand complex emotions swirling inside of her. Need, want, desire, humiliation.

The glass was cold against her fingers. She ran her hands back and forth along the sides of the bottle, almost unbelieving.

She didn't have to do it. This was all just a game. Just a game she could step away from at any time. She could end it now if she wanted to. She just had to reach for the crown, to say the words...

but she didn't. She looked up instead. Michael's eyes pinned her to the floor, running her through like cold blades. Jasmine had never felt so aroused in her life. Her whole body seemed to be filling with a slow and steady pulse. Desire pounded through her like blood circulating through her body. She had never even considered something like this. That it could go so far so fast.

Jasmine bit back a soft moan when she felt the tip of the cold glass press into her womanhood. She felt the heat beating in her chest. One hand held the bottle while the other spread her labia, allowing the glass snout to slide between her parted lips. As soon as it did, she felt her body react to it. Michael's early stimulation had made it so she was still wet down there. The bottle started to fill up her pussy, pressing itself into her and forcing her womanhood to go wider and wider. The glass felt cold against her skin but also ignited a rush of tingling strong enough to steal her breath away.

She started to fuck herself with the bottle. Even as some part of her inside screamed that this was insane, that she was doing something wrong. Jasmine couldn't stop herself. She just felt so turned on. Michael's disdain and her humiliation combined to make something that she had never thought to feel so vividly. Kneeling on the ground, Jasmine moaned as she felt the glass bottle begin to move back and forth. Her hips started to respond to it as well, the cold kiss of the glass made her skin shiver with pleasure. Humiliation pounded down against her mind, sleeting through her awareness. She gasped softly, feeling the tightness building between her legs.

Michael had pulled out his smartphone and was walking back and forth recording her. Jasmine's skin crawled but she didn't stop. She arched her back, pleasure spiked through her nerves. Her hand holding the bottle became more and more sure of itself as her womanhood was invaded by its cold embrace. She gasped and moaned, moving it faster and faster. Desperation to cum and humiliation at the situation she was in combined to make this the most intense session of masturbation she'd ever experienced in her life. Through it all Michael recorded everything. He said nothing but his eyes judged her every minute.

This was her, Jasmine, former manager and ambitious trailblazer. She was kneeling on the ground naked fucking herself with a wine bottle while her former subordinate recorded her shame. She realised that if this got out, when this got out, she would have no job other than this. She would be forever known as the woman who'd risen so far and yet fallen so hard.

She came to that thought. Her climax filled her mind and her body shuddered and moaned. The glass bottle tumbled away from her numb fingers as she gasped at the sheer strength of the orgasm which ripped through her.

Then it was over and Michael was clapping.

"Very good, ****." He laughed. "Next we'll get you ready for the main event."