He was tall with beautiful, calm, sun-kissed Chinese skin. He had a cocky air to him that one had to respect because as soon as he opened his mouth yo...u knew he deserved it. He was always the first in the office and the last to leave it. There's something admirable, at least to me, about rich people that have good work ethics.I tried not to keep my eyes on his sly seductive smile. It was a daily treat to knock on his door and hand him his morning latté. I paid close attention to him on my first. Yesterday at the office had been interesting - Justine hadn't planned on ‘coming out’ to her colleagues just yet.It must have been so obvious that she was wearing a chastity belt for the first time - that funny constipated knees-apart walk and continual adjustment of a tight skirt The chatter quietened around the sinks in the ladies toilets as Justine emerged from a cubicle, conscious of the padlock click as it snapped closed.Then she noticed the same tiny silver keys on her co-workers. Hellen wasn’t in work the following day and Wendy rang me say that she was helping her get ready for the meal tonight. I finished work and rushed home that evening and finding both girls in the kitchen. Hellen dressed in a figure hugging lacy little black dress and Wendy in a red skirt and a white silk blouse, both girls had high heeled leather black boots and I could see that both had stockings and suspenders on as I could see the belt under Hellen’s tight dress and Wendy was sitting on a. Kimmi had never really thought much about whether Alex and she had a future together. She had always taken his presence in her life for granted. She didn’t know that she was beginning to be considered a liability to his career. Alex knew this. It had hit him like a led balloon that first morning in Glory’s office. He didn’t like it one bit. The one stable thing he had ever had in his life, aside from his job was Kimmi. His family had been completely dysfunctional. His mother, Diane, had given.