The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding on the ground floor of the skyscraper and Rina stepped inside waering her colorful streetwear jacket: pink, blue, and yeloow. She was a 20-year-old college student, majoring in fashion design, with white hair tied in a high ponytail, golden hoop earrings dangling, and a confident smirk that could make even the most stoic salaryman squirm. Everything about her screams „look at me“, but still, today she wasn’t the one catching all the eyesighs. Because trailing behind her on a thin red leather leash was Hana, her 19-year-old girlfriend, completely naked except for the collar around her neck and a pair of discreet black heels that clicked softly on the metallic floor.
Hana’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal as she kept her eyes fixed forward, just as Rina had commanded. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially obscuring her small, perky breasts, but doing nothing to hide the rest of her body: smooth skin glistening slightly under the fluorescent lights, her nipples hardening in the cool air-conditioned draft. Between her thighs, a small, wireless vibrating egg nestled deep inside her, its remote tucked casually in Rina’s pocket. This was their ritual, their game: every day on their way back to Rina’s flat on the 47th floor, Hana exposed for the world, or at least the packed elevator, to see, testing her limits in the most public way possible.
“Eyes forward, pet,” Rina murmured, tugging the leash gently as they positioned themselves at the back of the empty car. “Remember the rule: not a single sound until we reach the top. Moan, gasp, whimper.. anything.. and you don’t cum for a week. Got it?”
Hana nodded silently, her heart pounding. She loved this, craved the humiliation, the control—but it was torture every time. The elevator hummed to life, ascending smoothly. At floor 2, the doors opened, and three suited men piled in: a young intern with wide eyes, a middle-aged manager clutching a briefcase, and an older gentleman with silver hair who adjusted his glasses nervously. They all froze for a split second upon seeing Hana, their gazes darting away almost immediately to the floor numbers ticking up or the mirrored walls. The intern’s face turned red; the manager cleared his throat awkwardly.
Rina smiled to herself and pressed the remote’s lowest setting. A faint buzz started inside Hana, sending a warm ripple through her core. She bit her lip, clenching her thighs together, but kept silent. The men shifted uncomfortably as the elevator filled with the subtle scent of Hana’s growing arousal.
By floor 5, five more passengers had squeezed in. mostly businessmen in identical black suits, one woman in a pencil skirt who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The car was getting crowded now, bodies pressing closer. Rina upped the vibration to medium with each new stop, watching Hana’s reflection in the doors. Her pet’s breaths came quicker, shallower; a bead of sweat trickled down her back. One man’s elbow brushed against Hana’s bare hip accidentally.. or was it? and she nearly gasped, but swallowed it down.
“Good girl,” Rina whispered, her voice low and teasing. She leaned in, her breath hot against Hana’s ear. “Look at them all pretending not to notice. But I bet they’re rock hard under those slacks, imagining what they’d do to you if I let them.”
Hana’s pussy clenched around the egg, the vibrations intensifying as they hit floor 10. The car was packed shoulder-to-shoulder now, over a dozen men and a couple of women, all studiously avoiding eye contact with the naked girl in their mid. The air grew thick, charged with unspoken tension. Someone’s briefcase nudged Hana’s thigh, and she felt a stranger’s hand.. accidental? Intentional? But he graze her ass as the elevator jolted slightly. Her knees weakened, but she stayed silent, her body trembling.
Rina’s fingers danced over the remote, cranking it to high at floor 15. The buzz became a relentless thrum, pulsing against Hana’s most sensitive spots. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then forced them open, staring at the doors. Juices trickled down her inner thigh, slick and warm, and she prayed no one noticed the growing wet spot on the floor. The silver-haired man from earlier was right in front of her now, his back turned, but she could see his reflection, his eyes flicking downward in the mirror, stealing glances at her breasts.
“You’re soaking, aren’t you?” Rina purred, her free pinching a nipple lightly. The touch was electric; Hana’s hips bucked involuntarily, pressing her against the man in front. He stiffened, but didn’t move away. The elevator stopped at floor 20, doors opening to let in even more people.. how was that possible? The crush of bodies forced Hana closer to Rina, her bare skin rubbing against suits and ties. One man’s hand ended up trapped against her thigh, his fingers twitching as if debating whether to explore.
The vibrations peaked, the egg hitting a pattern that made Hana’s clit throb with need. She was close, so close. Floor 25. More stops, more bodies. A young salaryman’s breath hitched audibly as his arm brushed her breast. Rina chuckled softly. “Almost there, pet. Hold it.”
By floor 30, Hana was a mess: flushed, dripping, her body on fire. The elevator reeked of her arousal now, impossible to ignore. Whispers started, subtle, hushed comments like “What the hell?” and “Is this real?”, but no one intervened. They were all too polite, too shocked, too turned on. Rina maxed the remote, adding a pulsing rhythm that made Hana’s vision blur.
Floor 35. The climax built like a wave. Hana’s legs shook; she leaned back against Rina for support, her girlfriend’s body a teasing anchor. “Beg with your eyes,” Rina whispered. “Show me how bad you need it.” Hana’s wide, pleading gaze met Rina’s in the reflection, tears of frustration welling up.
Floor 40. The egg hammered inside her, relentless. A stranger’s hand, bold now, slipped between her thighs from behind, fingers dipping into her wetness for a split second before pulling away. That was it. Hana’s orgasm crashed over her, silent but shattering, her body convulsing, pussy clenching hard around the toy, squirting a hot stream down her legs onto the elevator floor. She bit her tongue so hard it nearly bled, not a sound escaping, even as waves of pleasure ripped through her.
The doors dinged open at floor 47. Rina turned off the remote, tugged the leash, and led Hana out, stepping over the puddle with a satisfied grin. The men inside exhaled collectively, some adjusting their pants discreetly as the doors closed behind the couple.
In the quiet hallway, Rina pulled Hana into a fierce kiss. “You did it, pet. Perfect silence. Tonight, I’ll reward you properly, maybe even let you choose the next toy.” Hana, still panting silently, nodded with a shy smile, already anticipating the next morning’s ride.