Chapter 5: Exposure

The final week of our “official” arrangement felt like the point of no return. I was no longer the ambitious intern pretending to be professional. I was Victoria Kane’s collared, eager little slut — dripping, plugged, and constantly aching for her next command.

Every morning began with the same ritual. I arrived early, slipped into her private executive bathroom, stripped from the waist down, and sent her a video: bent over the counter, ass up, spreading my cheeks to show the thick plug she’d made me wear on the commute, my pussy already glistening and clenching. She’d reply with instructions, and I’d obey instantly — edging myself...