You are a good little worker bee.

It's not like you have a choice. You might as well try to be enthusiastic. At least that way, Daddy will be proud of you. So you send a reply, saying you will be there, and slowly roll out of bed. Your knees are still weak from yesterday; they can barely hold your weight. You need to build up some Endurance. You make a mental note to focus more on strength when you next work out. In the meantime, you rest your hands on the wall and use it to support you as you make your way to your bathroom. As soon as you turn on the shower, you see flakes of cum melt and start to run off your body. Your eyes follow the stream as it flows down the drain.

"I can't even escape it in the shower," you whisper to yourself. It takes forty-five minutes for you to get rid of all the 'external' evidence, although there are the beginnings of some truly epic bruises starting to show.

After the lovely hot shower, you return to your room, still a little weak-kneed, but definitely better than before, to see what clothing your mother has picked out for you today. Inside of ‘today's box’ is another surprise. The top item is a long calf-length trench coat. Under the trench coat is an even more significant surprise. You find a black micro G-string with a matching teddy bear-style top. The top is partially see-through; as a result, it’s only the trench coat that protects you from the whole world seeing your artfully exposed body.

As you got into the cab, you realized that the trench coat was so short that if you sat in the middle seat, the cab driver would have a clear few of your G-string if he looked at you in the mirror, so you made sure to sit behind the driver to hide your legs.

There was a vent under the driver’s seat which blew cold air directly up your legs and onto your G-string, making you itchy. The cab ride to work is thankfully quiet, allowing you to adjust the itchy lingerie before it drives you insane without being interrupted by a conversation. Although the cab driver keeps looking at you in the mirror, and when he drops you off, he has a knowing smirk on his face.

You are surprised to find that you are a little turned on by his knowledge of your debauched state.

You walk into the building’s lobby exactly at 12:51 pm, the electric doors hissing closed behind you and sealing you in a glass-and-marble vault of angular modernity. Luckily, by the time the leather heeler that your mother laid out for you echoed across the marble floor of the lobby, signaling your entrance, everyone was already out for lunch, which allowed you to slip into the elevator without being noticed. Which you were happy about because the overcoat was so short that your mid-thigh was showing, which means the longest thing that could have been hidden under it was an ex-short skirt. And it would have been hard to explain why you chose to wear something like that to a workplace.

The elevator was agonizingly slow, making you nervous that you would actually be late for your meeting. You let out a shy of relief when the elevator door opened to the executive floor at 12:58 pm.

You have to pass your uncle's office to get to your father, and as you do, you hear loud moans coming from the closed door. You couldn’t help but peek through the window. Through the door, you see that Uncle Tom is pressed up against the outside window while being pounded in his ass by some half-naked African American woman wearing a strap-on dildo. They are both sweating, and he is moaning with desire. Not wanting to be discovered, you leave them alone and head into the next door down, your father's offices.

"Good, you made it," your father/boss grins. The room still smells of your sex, and you see some fresh nail polish is still visible on the desk, and a woman's black lace panties trapped under a wheel of your father/boss's office chair that wasn't there yesterday. Just the scent of it was all it took to remind you of what happened to you here in this very room yesterday, making your knees weak. and your pussy starts to grow damp.

Seeing your knees buckle and sway, Daddy wraps his arm around you and leads you to a chair. "I know you're not feeling well, but we have a 'time-sensitive' project to work on. After we make headway, you can go back home." Daddy promises.

You shudder at the thought of having to repeat last night's performance so soon. You still aren't sure how you feel about having your Daddy seed you in such a primal dominant way, but you know your body can't take another punishing fuck like last night.

Note: The original drafting for this chapter was written by user Funtimes. (edited by funtimes)