J. McKenna: Office Slave

She watched as Jack retrieved the tape and immediately locked it into his safe, mounted behind a painting along one wall. He turned back to Ellen.

"From now on, your name will be El. I don't think a slut like you deserves a complete name. We'll announce tomorrow that you're changing jobs, going from CFO to secretary. You do what I tell you to do, without question, no matter how embarrassing. You'll call me ‘Mr. Sawyer,’ ‘sir’ or ‘master’ at all times."

El blanched, but said nothing.

"I'm going to have a small camera and a light installed under your desk, with a feed into my office here. When you are sitting down, you are to spread your legs so I can see your naked pussy, which must be shaved daily or waxed smooth. Whenever I call you, no matter what you're doing or who else is in the room with you, I want you to put the fingers of your free hand on your pussy and rub it as long as we are speaking. However, you are not allowed to come by yourself. So if I catch you having an orgasm out there, you'll be punished."

Her mouth dropped open and the color began to drain from El's face.

"When I call you into my office, once that door is closed behind you, I want you to immediately remove all your clothes, come over to my desk and kneel, then ask, ‘How may I serve you, master?’ You understand?"

She nodded like an automaton. She appeared to be in shock.

"I may have someone in my office at the time. It doesn't matter to you. You strip naked. You might be asked to take care of them. If so, I'll reduce your debt at the rate of one hundred dollars for a blow-job and two-fifty for a fuck, ass or pussy. Any time I fuck you, it doesn't count toward your debt, that's just part of the overhead you pay for your new position. Sometimes, you might be asked to go somewhere to meet guests and do whatever they tell you to do. I'll keep track of your debt payments, and you can check them anytime.” Jack smiled thinly. “Unlike you, I have no desire to cheat you."

"W-what-"

"Oh, that's another thing,” he interrupted. “You are not to speak unless you are given permission or spoken to first."

She thought about that for a moment. “May I speak, sir?"

He waited a long beat, then: “Yes, my slut."

She blinked at the casual insult, then asked: “What about Bill?"

"That's your problem. You can tell him or not, up to you. But if you do and he gets the idea that he needs to come here and protect you from me, you'd better convince him otherwise. If anything happens to me, even a threat, I'll cancel the deal and a full accounting of your activities will be reported to the authorities, including that tape I just made."

She thought about that for a moment. Jack could see the wheels turning in her head. “So, you want me available at all times? Like days and nights?"

"Yes, although it will be mostly days. Think of it this way, the more you earn, the sooner you'll be done with this. I think if you really applied yourself, you could earn three grand a week. That'd mean you could pay me off in eighteen months."

Jack could see the information weigh heavy on her. Eighteen months probably sounded like forever. He figured she'd be a completely different person at the end of it.

"Okay, let's get started. I want you to suck me off.” Jack splayed his legs apart. El hesitated, then sank to her knees and began fumbling with his pants. He could see her hands were trembling.

"Do you suck your husband's cock?"

She didn't look up. “Y-yes, sometimes."

"Well, you'd better get used to it. You're going to become an expert."

El managed to free his flaccid cock and bent down to take it into her mouth. Her licking soon caused it to swell, allowing her to draw more of it into her throat. She began to move her face quickly up and down his shaft, as if to hurry him along.

"No,” he cautioned. “Take your time, like a high-class hooker would."

She slowed her pace immediately, but didn't stop slurping and licking. After a few minutes, Jack could feel his climax approaching. He grabbed her face and moved it up and down on his cock at his own rhythm. She struggled for a moment, then let him have his way. He felt his cock twitch, then explode into her mouth.

She gasped and tried to pull away, but Jack held her tight until his cock was spent. Then he allowed his soft cock to slip from her juicy mouth. Ropes of his seed ran down her chin.

"That was a fine first effort, except that you MUST swallow cum at all times. Do you understand?"

She nodded, unable to speak. She closed her mouth and Jack could see the muscles in her throat working. He pointed to the drool on her chin and she wiped it up with her fingers. He made her suck them clean.

"All right.” He pushed her away from his lap. “I want you to get dressed. I never want to see you in a business suit again after today, unless I order it. I'm giving you the rest of the day off so you can go shopping for the types of outfits appropriate for a slut. You know what to buy: short skirts, skimpy tops, high heels."

Jack watched, unmoved, as tears began to flow down her cheeks. “M-master, may I speak?” Her voice caught.

"Yes, slave."

"H-how will I live? If all my money goes to pay off the debt, how can I make my house payments, pay utilities, buy groceries?"

Jack had been ready for that question. “First of all, tell Bill he needs to get a job, any job. His free ride is over. And he'd better not lose his next job. For now, I'll let you keep the house. I want you to bring your receipts for your mortgage payment, and other routine bills. I will pay half of your living expenses, and add the totals to your debt. Billy boy can pay the other half or he can move out. There'll be no money for extras, such as vacations or fancy cars. You'll have to sell your Mercedes and bring me the money to help offset the cost of keeping you."

"But, master, how will I get to work?"

"Either I'll pick you up, or I'll send a car."

He asked her approximately what her monthly household expenses were, and she gave him a figure. Jack ran the totals on his calculator. “Looks like that's going to add at least another year to your debt."

El's head sagged in defeat. One of her tears fell unnoticed onto her breast.

"Any more questions?” He could tell she had several, but she merely shook her head. “All right. You may get dressed and go. Be ready for your new position at 8:30 tomorrow."

She nodded and stood up, seemingly no longer concerned about her nakedness. Her shoulders slumped. Jack could see some of his semen, mixed with her saliva, spotting her heaving breasts. Before she could step back, he reached out and grabbed one of them. She froze, a questioning look on her face. “Looks like you forgot some,” he pointed out.

She looked down, then used her fingers to scoop up the fluid and lick it. He released her and she began putting on her clothes. Jack felt a bit of sadness, watching this magnificent beauty cover up her nudity. He much preferred her naked and vulnerable. When she was dressed, she asked for permission to go. Jack smiled and nodded.

Jack parked outside El's house at 8:35 the next morning and honked. Her Mercedes still sat in the driveway with a “For Sale” sign stuck in the back window. He wondered if she had told Bill the news, or if she was going to try to hide it from him.

The door opened immediately, and El came out, peering anxiously around her neighborhood, as if afraid someone might see her. She looked like a different woman. She was dressed in a red skirt that came to mid-thigh, a white tanktop and black pumps with two-inch heels. Jack thought the shoes could be a bit higher, but overall, she looked good, in a trashy sort of way. As she approached, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, just as he had ordered. He could easily see the nipples poking up from the cloth. He suspected she wasn't wearing panties, either. He'd find out soon enough.