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[NSFW] Office Space Shenanigans (Yume Kuribayashi & Dreamstreet)

Ophelia lead Max over to the trash cans, dumping the contents of her tray in before setting it up top. From there, she continued leading him back towards the elevator, answering his concerns in the meantime. "I can't promise that she won't. At the very least, I would expect a lecture on your sudden exit. But per recent experience, it's fair to say I'll end up taking the brunt of however much anger she has to display for us."
 
Max looked even more nervous than before, and leaned himself closer towards the futa as they stood together in the elevator. "H-Hopefully she won't be too hard on any of us... W-We did resolve it after all." He said in a low yet timid voice, as he waited for them to reach their floor once again.
 
"We did, yeah," Ophelia nodded, pressing the button for their floor and letting the doors close afterward. "But I'm sure she'll find an excuse to drop a penalty on me anyways. She wasn't mad about just our little misunderstanding. I got in a little later and usual, and she was pretty annoyed about that, too."
 
As the elevator was taking them to their floor, Max still seemed unable to fully calm down, as he were clinging himself to Ophelia's side. Staying close to the futa did seem to have a positive effect on him, as he soon began to breathe a little slower, until they reached their floor and the door opened so they could step out. From there, it was only a few steps until they reached Adriana's office, and he looked up at Ophelia again, as if wanting her to take the first step of knocking on her door.
 
Ophelia glanced down at Max as she felt him slowly grip at her uniform, blinking once in concern for his... well, his own concern. With a soft smile, she reached up and patted his hand, to help him calm down further as they finally reached the 12th floor. Once the doors opened, she led him over to Adriana's office, which felt like less a walk than it actually was. Must have been the fact that they were heading there without the boss futa having ordered them there right away.

Even so, once at the door, Ophelia came to a stop. She looked at Max and gave him a confident nod, then reached up and knocked on the door. She took a deep breath herself, readying herself for whatever the "Corporate Mistress" had in store for her today.
 
"Come in!" A clear voice from the other side of the door was heard, coming suddenly enough for Max to gasp a little, before they were ready to head inside. Once the door was opening, Adriana could be seen sitting in her chair behind her desk, looking over some documents before turning her gaze over to the duo who just entered. Checking the watch on her clock, she looked back at them again. "Right on time... For the first time today." She said and leaned a little forward and focused a bit more on Max. "I take it the incident from earlier today has been resolved, and I can expect no more interruptions to your work?"
 
Ophelia opened the door at Adriana's go-ahead, gulping once before pushing it enough for her and Max to enter. She closed it behind her and returned to face the other futa. Her expression almost dropped at being reminded of her earlier tardiness, but she didn't let that bog her down any, as she responded with immediacy to her boss's observation. "You would be correct, Miss Marston. Mister Monroe and I were able to resolve things and since then, it's been running smoothly between the two of us since. Isn't that right?" She glanced down at Max with a smile, hoping he'd respond with just as much ease as she somehow managed.
 
Max gulped for himself and looked down at the floor until Ophelia brought him up to answer Adriana as well. With a nervous look, he peeked up and nodded quickly towards the boss. "T-That is right! No more problems between us! Promise!" He said quickly, hoping that Adriana would take it well.

The futa Madame stood up from her desk and walked over to them, paying only attention to Max at first. Looking over him for a few moments with her piercing gaze, which in turn made Max almost back away from her, she gave him a nod and a small smile. "I accept this explanation, but I will continue to monitor you two, to make sure that issues like this won't happen again at my office. Please head back to your desk and continue work, Mr. Monroe. I'm not quite done with Miss Zheng."

Max nodded quickly again and even though he did look up at Ophelia for a few moments like he was worried for her, he couldn't go against the boss's wishes, which made him move back towards the door, and quietly left the two futas alone in the room together.

As the door was closed, that smile disappeared from Adriana, as she looked directly at Ophelia again. "While I do trust that this issue is handled, there is the other issue... You being late, and I think that is connected with why Mr. Monroe was running away earlier today!" She said before reaching down to grab Ophelia by her balls through her outfit, giving them a firm squeeze. "And I think that your libido is to blame for this, am I right?"
 
The scant amount of distance Adriana proceeded to close with Max as she most intimidatingly looked him over before remarking on confirmation of the situation's resolution was enough to make Ophelia sweat some, particularly with how close she was to that action that turned out not to be. Besides that, she kept her cool throughout the whole ordeal, letting out a soft sigh once things were finished. She also showed no surprise with having to stay back. When Max looked to her in concern as he departed, she closed her eyes and gave him a confident grin and a thumbs-up to boot, though her expression seemed rather strained. After all, it was Adriana she was going to be dealing with solo. It wasn't going to be easy.

And easy, it was not. Right off the bat, as soon as the doors closed, Adriana turned her full attention to Ophelia, which made the futa start to sweat. Though that wasn't nearly as much of an issue of worry to her as what she did immediately after. With precise moves, she reached under the skirt of her outfit and gripped her balls through her pantyhose, firmly squeezing them to both hold her attention and to penalize her for the lateness that she had brought to her attention. She gasped sharply at the initial show of contact, taking several sharp breaths to ease herself down from it. After a few sighs, she looked to the boss futa with one eye open, giving her response to the matter.

"Y-You're half right, on both accounts... I'd be more than happy to explain why that was, fully, if you'll let me..." She grunted harshly as she felt the pulsing pain of Adriana's squeeze in a delayed burst. She was lucky she didn't ask her to let go, especially not passive-aggressively, otherwise her grip would've tightened. She feared what might happen if it came to that...
 
The grip that Adriana had on Ophelia's balls started to loosen up as she wanted to explain her story. "I'm not interested in the details... Your private life doesn't interest me, so I'll ask the questions, and you reply with a simple yes or no." She said as she leaned in closer towards the other futa, her face inches away, as she kept up her eye contact and hold on her balls. "Did you come late because you were out fucking last night... Or perhaps even this morning?" She asked her, keeping her gaze up while waiting for her answer.
 
Ophelia expressed slight relief at the equally slight loosening Adriana had with her grip, but only in the physical sense. That she couldn't just explain - that Adriana wouldn't let her explain - that she was late because she walked to work instead of driving, which itself had several layers of reasoning behind it, was almost ridiculous. But there was one thing keeping it from being completely ridiculous, and that was, through it all, Adriana having a point with what she was getting at. Sure, the lack of a ride, coupled with Misty's start to the day being later than her own, was the technical cause of her getting in five to ten minutes past her normal start time, but that wasn't the root cause of it. That's what the other futa was looking for: the root cause. And Ophelia knew damn well what the root of everything that happened over the past 20 hours was.

And so, when asked again, after letting out a couple of reactive sighs, she took a deeper breath and gave her answer. "Yes. I was out fucking last night." As tempted as she was to follow it up with an extra remark, she held back. If Adriana wanted one, she'd let her know. It pained her to stay shut about it, but it's what needed to be done.
 
After Ophelia had given her response, Adriana kept looking at her to see her reaction afterwards, and quickly noticed how she seemed like she wanted to say more. "I can see it in your eyes that you want to tell me who you were out fucking last night. Since it revolves around Mr. Monroe, I can make a logical guess on who it was." She said as she leaned in and sniffed around the other futa's body, as if trying to smell who she was with, though she couldn't get that scent any longer. "Now for the next question: Will you admit that your increased libido is the reason that you arrived late today, and for the situation that happened with Mr. Monroe this morning?" She asked and leaned in again to fixate on Ophelia's face, as if waiting to see if she would try and lie her way out of her situation, or push the blame on something else.
 
Though she never outright said who, Ophelia was certain that Adriana had concluded Nicki was the one she slept with. She did know that the shemale was roommates with Max, so it was only obvious. Still, the fact that she sniffed her for further confirmation was an act that left her on the edge of admirable and kinda disturbing. Even so, she let out a brief sigh once she was finished, disguising it as a standard breath from the continued, persistent grip the other futa held on her balls, and continued with her answers, developed after seconds of thought on how best to word it.

"Yes, the situation with Mr. Monroe moreso."
 
"I see." Adriana simply responded as she softened her hold on Ophelia's ball a little, as if showing that she was satisfied with her short and direct answers to her questions. "Then I only have two questions left for you... Have you been able to satisfy your libido enough to focus on your job, rather than getting your lust out of your system?" She asked first, giving the other futa some time to answer before she would ask her second question. "And are you willing to seek your Madame's assistance in keeping you better in control, so this won't affect your work performance again?"
 
Ophelia let out another, deeper sigh at the further loosening of Adriana's grip on her testes. Only two questions remained before it was, with any luck, over, though the questions she chose weren't ones that could readily be answered like the other two, especially not with the root causes for each situation addressed in mind. The other futa gave her plenty of time to craft her response, generously enough, so she took advantage of it. Not too close an advantage - she wanted this to conclude amicably and not with anything crushed - but enough that the opportunity didn't feel like a waste.

For the first question... "Yes, I have." The jack-off session she had this morning got some of that pent-up pressure released, enough to avoid distraction from the tasks ahead. Per that, her answer was the truth. Though, not having had any opportunities to release more of it today, she was about due for another climax, so it wouldn't prove a problem later.

Which helped inform her answer for the second, which she waited only one second to nod to, and to respond to.

"Yes, Madame, I will." She looked right into the boss futa's eyes with a subtle neediness; as if telling her without unnecessary words that she sought the control she made mention of, right here and now, and sought her assistance in keeping hold on that control throughout the rest of the afternoon.

Anything beyond that? It was all up to Adriana.
 
A hint of a sly grin could be seen on Adriana's face as Ophelia accepted her help in order to control herself better. "Good, my little slave." She said in a kind tone, before she would fully let go of the futa's balls, and took a small step back. "Please strip of all your clothes for your Madame... I'll get some tools to teach you how to keep yourself under control better than before." She said before heading off to a side room and started to look through a locker.

Giving Ophelia plenty of time to get fully undressed, Adriana would return not too long after, holding a few things in her hands. In her left hand, she had some different kinds of vibrators. In her right, she was holding a collar with a leash attached to it. Putting down the vibrators first, she approached the futa and showed her the collar. "Turn around and move your hair off to the side." She said in her dominant tone.
 
Though she spoke amiably, the expression told all. Ophelia gulped gently, the air of unease she got from Adriana's choice of words leaving its impact on her in the form of anticipation, both eager and worrisome. As she also expected, that was only the beginning. To her instruction to strip, she obediently nodded, bowing her body forward. "Yes, Madame."

From that point, she took it all off. Her blazer, her blouse, skirt, pantyhose and heels, all folded as neatly as she could with the implied time limit and set to the side. She discarded her underwear last, leaving the futa fully nude. She felt a slight shiver from the cooler air of the soundproofed office, especially at her sagging balls, but she remained at attention regardless. It was then that Adriana returned, her eyes tracking the other futa as she brought over a set of vibrators and - more importantly in this moment - a collar and leash. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of it, a blush coming across her face and her cock twitching some. Was she expected to wear it upon leaving, or just for as long as she was here? Before she could come up with an answer, she shook her head, not wanting to get too far ahead of herself. She only shook it once before Adriana gave her the next instruction.

"Of course, Madame," the former porn star responded with a lighter bow, turning around as instructed and lifting her hair as instructed to expose the nape of her neck. After a moment, she closed her eyes, ready to be collared. It was nothing she hadn't done before in some of the films she had produced, but to experience it in real life was something else entirely. Something just as thrilling, but slightly more sinister, even if Adriana had some good intentions in mind...
 
With how obedient Ophelia was, it didn't take more than a few moments for Adriana to put the collar around the futa's neck. She did make sure it was a tight and secure fit, though she made sure that it wouldn't disturb her breathing too much. With that, she let go of the the collar, though she instantly grabbed onto the leash. "You'll remain on all fours until I tell you otherwise!" She said in a stern tone, before she would give it a tug to make Ophelia move along towards the desk where she left the other sex toys she brought in with her.

Picking up a small vibrating egg, she looked down at the futa while holding it up. "Face down, ass up and spread your legs for me... This is part of showing you just how clouded your mind can become when your libido isn't fully under control." She said her usual tone, showing that she expected her to do as told before she would do it herself by force.
 
Ophelia grunted softly as the collar was applied and fastened, the noise almost coming out like a moan thanks to the arousal tinging the adaptive discomfort. It took her back to the few times she had been fitted with one before, both for sizing and for filming. But this time, it was as close to the real deal as she could get; far from the roleplay she normally associated with it. Again, it excited her, her blush persisting and her cock continuing to twitch its way back to hardness. And then came the tug. Though it was nowhere near the yank that Adriana's stern tones made it sound like it would be, she still yelped, stepping forward before dropping to all fours, at her command. "Ahhn~! Y-Yes, Madame!" She hastily nodded, then crawled forward, following her boss to the desk where she was preparing the first insertion of what she anticipated would be a few.

The starter being a simple vibrating egg was expected; didn't want to go too hard to start, even though she could handle more than the minimum. Sensible, too. Adriana was kind enough to explain the purpose of the vibe ahead of its application, and Ophelia agreed with it. The nod she gave was in reference to that, but also her command to get into position. With a brief, playful whimper, she looked down at the ground, lowering her upper body so her breasts were against the carpet, and her ass raised into the air. A near-perfect stance for a Jack-O pose, only "near" because she remained on her knees instead of returning to her feet while in position. Upon spreading her legs, she remained in place, taking a few deep breaths as she waited for Adriana to make her next move.
 
Ophelia's obedience was clearly pleasing Adriana, who saw no need to be rough with the futa for the time being. Instead she simply grabbed the first vibrator, and slowly got it pushed inside Ophelia's pussy. As it was fitting well and with no chance of falling out, she reached for a nearby remote and turned it on. She would set it's intensity just below it's medium setting, so the former pornstar would surely feel it and get more aroused by it, but it wouldn't be enough to push her over the edge on it's own. Not that it seemed to be the plan for the Madame.

Tugging on the leash again, she started to walk around the desk with Ophelia, like she was walking a dog. As they did, she began to speak again. "You see, sometimes even the smallest of urges can lead to great desires in people like us." She said as she looked down at the former pornstar, as if inspecting how horny she was feeling at this point. "It might start out like an itch, something that you can simply just scratch or rub to get rid of, but it doesn't work... At some point, it will build even more, fill your mind more as your body hungers for that sweet release." She said as they reached the same spot at the desk next to the other sex toys where they had started.

"Tell me, how do you feel at this point? Can you hold back your desire to cum at this point?"
 
Ophelia was actually surprised to feel Adriana slip the egg into her slit instead of her ass - it may have been all the anal she partook in recently, or just the instruction of "ass up" - and as such, her yelp was sharp in spite of how softly it came out. She caught her breath shortly after, inhaling and exhaling as she adjusted to the feeling of the vibe packed between her inner walls.

And then it switched on. Well above the lowest setting, at that. The moan resulting from that was much more notable, a little bit harsh but typical for someone in that situation, even a true futa like Ophelia. Once the moan sounded, she went straight to inhaling and exhaling in an attempt to keep the building urges under control, though she held zero dominion over how hard her cock was getting from the attention its adjacent companion was receiving. Likewise, Adriana's tug of her leash prompted her out of remaining in place, instead following her around the desk just like a pet. Even then, she continued moderating her breathing, all the while listening to the other futa explain the situation with an unsurprising yet enlightening candidness.

In the moment Adriana asked for her status, Ophelia was breathing a little heavier, her sighs almost visible were the room about ten degrees cooler. Though her motivated blush and her occasionally twitching member were enough indication of how she felt, on top of what she said upon looking up to her boss. "It feels good, though a little distracting... I think I could handle it for about an hour, maybe two... Any longer, though, and it might drive me nuts..." As if to unconsciously emphasize her last point in a pun-ny manner, she shook her rear once, letting her balls swing back and forth in multiples.
 
A nod of approval was all the response that Ophelia would get from Adriana, as she told her just how long she would be able to handle this much stimulation. "Good answer." She said before she moved back to the desk and then picked up the next toy. This time it was a buttplug, and she held it before the former pornstar, as if expecting her to present her ass just like before, without her having to tell her what to do. As she would push her ass into the air for her, the Boss would then spread her cheeks with her left hand, and then slowly push the plug into her big ass with the right one. While it wasn't vibrating, it was quite large and a tight fit, that she would surely feel if she were to move around again.

That only took a few moments before Adriana would once again tug on the leash to have Ophelia walk on all fours once again, going for another round around her big desk. "An hour or two is quite a long time, and something that is quite ambitious to last. But that is not how this scratch works. You see, as you try and suppress it more and more, it'll just spread to more of your body, make it fill your thoughts even more. Soon it'll be all that you think about, no matter if you are at home, or at work." She said, holding a little tighter onto the leash, as if ready to tug on it in case Ophelia's body were to get distracted from all the pleasure that was put into her body. "But even then, we futanari can descend even deeper into lust and desire... And I want to show you just how deep you can go." She said and held firmly onto the leash as they soon came back to the spot where they had started.
 
Ophelia smiled some at the praise, though that soon faded as soon as Adriana presented the buttplug. Not that she didn't approve of it being the next toy used to prove the other futa's point, of course. Just as before, she lowered her upper body, raised her rear, and spread her legs in wait for when it would inevitably enter. This time, Adriana pulled one of her asscheeks to the side to get a better vantage of entry, the surprise contact making the former porn star moan in the process. She gritted her teeth and strained some as she felt the plug push against her anal walls, eventually taking a deep breath as the boss pulled back. Once recollected, or even a few seconds before she felt she reached that point, Ophelia responded to the tug by doing another lap around the desk. Shaking her rear as she grew comfortable with the plug, and listening to Adriana's continued observations.

With each correction and further explanation, the futa nodded. With every indication of how the metaphorical itch would spread and perhaps fester the longer she tried to ignore it, she blushed. And with the notion of there being a level beyond mere 24/7 distraction, one she was going to show her here and now, she couldn't help but speak up in the subsequent lull. "Hopefully not so deep I can't get out, Madame." She was going to passively clarify what she had to "show" her would entail, but instead opted for something less presumptive. Though she had a feeling Adriana would take issue regardless, being the one in charge and all...
 
The nervous words from Ophelia only seemed to please Adriana once again, she tugged on her leash to make her look up at her Madame. "I am your Madame, your domme. It's a domme's responsibility to pull their slave out of the depths of desire and give them satisfaction, even if that has to be earned. As such, I will satisfy you and make sure this lust and desire doesn't grab a hold of you, as long as you devote yourself to serving me." She said before reaching over for something new on the table. This time, it was a pair of nipple clamps, that she held up before Ophelia's eyes to show her what she was gonna attach to her next. "Show your breasts to me." She said in her stern tone, waiting for the futa to do as she was told.
 
Ophelia grunted again as her leash was tugged on - no surprise, but still a bit annoying to feel in the moment - and upon hearing her answer, she closed her eyes and nodded in understanding. "I figured as much. I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Madame." She smiled at her lovingly, as embarrassing as it was for her to admit, should it come up later, that she did that. If Max found out she was acting so subservient, even without being obviously eager, she'd have trouble looking him in the face again after this!

But that was no matter to her now. In this moment, only the next level of pleasure Adriana had to show her mattered. With another nod, she got to her knees. "Yes, Madame." She held her body upright, placing her hands under her massive tits and lifting them up in presentation to the boss futa. A very submissive move, and one that her inner self was mortified at her doing so willingly for!
 
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