The glass and steel cabinet you had built to display me in your office looks like a large fish tank. Each morning at exactly 8.50am sharp, you open the glass panel at the front and help me climb inside. I kneel on all fours, completely nude and astride the metal tubing that is set between the leather-padded mats on the floor of the cabinet. My forearms resting on the mats forces my butt provocatively in the air; a padded T-bar riser supports my hips and holds me in that position. For added measure, there are leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles that are used to lock them to the metal tubing.

 

It always takes a moment to adjust to the silence inside the cabinet after you close the front panel. The soundproof enclosure muffles the sounds of business and life going on in the outside world. All I can hear are the sounds of my breathing (light and shallow), and the steady, highly audible sound of a clock ticking. Accompanying each rhythmic tick is the sensation of something dripping into the crack of my butt. It’s just the tiniest, lightest touch, but each drop accumulates until a greasy sensation begins to form between my cheeks.

 

The cabinet is mounted on a bench behind your desk and from my position, I can quietly watch you go about your daily business. Occasionally, you swivel around in your chair if you’re speaking on the phone, and you’ll smile at me. I can see your lips moving but am never sure whether you’re talking to somebody about me or not. All the while, there is the incessant ticking of the clock, and the drips that eventually overflow my ass crevice to seep down along the slit of my pussy, and eventually down the insides of my thighs.

 

I can usually tell when the time is nearing 9am. Your first appointments for the day will usually arrive a few minutes before. Even though they appear to be engaged in conversation with you, their eyes frequently gaze up at me; their faces beaming with broad grins. Then, the whirring begins.

 

The sound is very loud and masks the ticking sound that has held my attention for the previous ten minutes. It’s a sound I have grown to both love and hate – the sound of a large mechanical dildo stirring to life behind me. When the whirring sound goes silent, there will be exactly five ticks of the clock before it starts up again and the dildo begins forcing itself into my immobilized ass. I brace myself for the first touch of its tip and the slow, inevitable push that follows as it breeches the resistance of my anal sphincter muscles.

 

Even though no chimes are playing, I sense the dildo’s rhythm grinding in and out of my ass to silent chimes playing in my thoughts. Being an hourly chime, the dildo plays the longest tune – several minutes in all until at last, it is joined by a vibrator pressed deeply into my pussy so its tickler can assault my clit for nine (or whatever the hour is) intense strikes. It never fails to make me orgasm. My whole body is left tingling for minutes after the dildo and vibrator are mechanically withdrawn.

 

The slow dripping sensations of oily lubricant resume, as does the ticking of the clock. My senses remain in a heightened state from now on. On each of the following quarter hours, the dildo will again emerge and fuck my ass – not slowly and deliberately as happens on the hourly chime, but rapidly and with a force that would knock me over if it wasn’t for the T-bar support under my hips. It only last a minute (slightly longer at the half hour mark) but by the end of it, I am exhausted and gasping to draw breath. Sometimes, it hurts so much I scream, but you rarely notice unless the sight of my ass being roughly ravished overly excites one of your clients to draw your attention. I usually try not to cry, but occasionally the anguish is too much to hold back.

 

You usually time your morning tea break to coincide with the eleven o’clock chimes. Several minutes beforehand, you rise from your desk and remove your trousers and underwear. There is a step at the end of the cabinet and a window that opens, through which you offer me your cock. I suck you sensuously and try not to flinch when I hear the whirring begin. A moment later, the fucking of my pussy and ass begins. You often rock your hips in time with the grinding sound of the motors thrusting the cocks into my holes, but will hold back your ejaculation into my mouth to coincide with the eleven intense vibrations that you know make me orgasm.

 

An hour later, you may again climb the step and feed me your cum, although many is the time you will instead invite your favored clients to fuck my mouth. After the chimes have finished pounding my pussy and ass, and I have swallowed mouthfuls of jism, you release me from the cabinet. It’s always deeply humiliating for me to walk nude from your office, down to the company cafeteria – my ass and inner thighs glistening with oily residue from the lubricant; my whole body still numb from the orgasms I have had to endure all morning.

 

You have a chef who always knows how you like to have me served up for lunch. He’s ready with a stainless steel trolley, and I am bound on my back with my ankles tied back over my head near my wrists. I watch helplessly as he places various bowls and plates around me – a selection of fruits usually, accompanied by hot strawberry sauce and whipped cream. The chef will always decorate my anus with a dollop of cream and either a cherry or strawberry to top it off. As a final touch, he will stuff my mouth with a whole plum before an kitchen assistant wheels me back to your office.

 

It always embarrasses me when you play with your food. The sensations of your tongue chasing the cheery around in the cream in my ass hole tickle and, any guests sharing lunch with you must surely think I actually enjoy being humiliated like that. The rest of the meal is spent refilling my anal crater with cream or hot strawberry sauce and then dipping cut fruit that you eat.

 

Lunchtimes, though it embarrasses me to admit, usually result in my favorite orgasms of the day. Once you’ve eaten your fill of fruit you’ll lick my entire ass and pussy clean, with extra attention paid to my defenseless clit. Strictly speaking, I’m not allowed to orgasm during lunch, and you punish me with hard spanks to my ass, or will whip my pussy and ass with a stingy flogger, if I do let myself get carried away with my own pleasure.

 

On an ordinary day, lunch may last an hour, after which you will return me to the glass display cabinet before the 1pm chime strikes. However, if you run past this time it usually means you’ve especially enjoyed your lunch. On these days you untie me and have me return the trolley to the kitchen, along with the instruction I am to give the Chef and his assistants whatever “tip” they desire.

 

When I first started with you, there was only Chef and one assistant. These days, there can be anything up to four assistants eager to receive your tip. Chef is a lot like you in that he enjoys fucking my ass. Depending on how much time you have given me (usually not much), I will stand bent over with my hands on my knees while he fucks my ass. I then remain that way while his assistants take turns. However, most times I have to pay the tip there isn’t this much time. In these cases, Chef will have the senior assistant lie naked on a coffee table in their staff room while I must sit on his cock. Chef then mounts my ass, and the other assistants in order of seniority will position themselves, for me to suck one and masturbate the other two.

 

You often delight in asking me how many tips I had to pay and whether or not I made the payment in one large sum (taking all five men at once). Sometimes, you’ll even wait beyond the 2pm chime just so you can hear me confess all the details of how the Chef and kitchen staff used me. It’s bad enough when you are alone for this, but having to tell all these details when you have clients in the room is extra humiliating. You make me blush even more when you make me bend over in front of them and hold my butt cheeks spread to show where the cocks fucked me and deposited their cum. They’ll usually want to finger my holes as well, which you happily encourage them to do. If the clients are particularly important to you (and occasionally when they aren’t) you’ll even let them fuck me again, or have me sit on their cocks and fuck them while you watch.

 

The last couple of hours of the working day are spent back in the glass display cabinet – my ass ravished solidly ever quarter hour and my pussy on the hour, every hour. After the five o’clock chimes have rung in my exhausted body, you let me out and allow me a minute or two to recover my breath. You undress while I do this and then sit in your chair to wait for me. It is my job to masturbate lubricant onto your cock – a task I secretly relish. I can usually tell the mood you’re in by what you have me do next.

 

If you’re in a happy, relaxed mood, you’ll invite me to sit on your cock – usually facing you, straddling your thighs so you can look into my eyes while you sensuously fuck my pussy. However, on other days when you’re voracious sexual appetite still hasn’t been filled, you’ll tell me to stand between you and your desk with my back to you.

 

You tie my ankles and then spread them widely to tether them to the legs of your desk. Then, you’ll move around the desk and spread me out so I'm bending over it – my wrists tied to the front legs of your desk. On days when you’re especially aroused you’ll even gag me. You then move behind again and feed your hard cock into my ass. There is no preliminary loosening up or gentleness. You simply thrust into me and fuck me hard, and mercilessly. It’s a fucking that can last up to half an hour or more while your balls regenerate cum to replace all the jism you’ve lost through the day. The longer this takes, the more energetic you become and you slap my butt cheeks repeatedly, until I can feel them glowing and burning with the imprints of your hands.

 

By the time you ultimately finish, my ass hole burns with such intensity it feels like there’s literally a fire burning there. But you’re not an entirely cruel boss. On days that end with a severe ass fucking like this, you never let me go until after you have gently soothed and massaged my tortured anus with a special medicated crème you keep for the purpose in your desk draw. It has a slightly numbing effect and feels silky and cool. I revel in the sensations of it being applied and will sometimes even orgasm with no other stimulation than your finger in my ass…

 

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