18 Master Ch. 07: Job

I started my other new job as a full-time slave on Friday afternoon. I signed my life over to them and they tattooed their ownership mark on me. They put a gleaming steel ring around my neck, with a D-ring off the front that they could use to tie me or lead me with a leash. It locked so you couldn't see a seam on it. They fucked me for four or five hours straight that first night. And I mean straight -if one of the 18 of them didn't have his dick in one of my holes, they filled my cunt with a fucking machine. I'd gone three days with no sex and had gone mad with horniness. After Friday night I was so thoroughly fucked they had to carry me to bed. They didn't need to chain me to it, but they did anyway.

Saturday and Sunday continued the fuckfest. Saturday night they had a party to celebrate my new status. They tied me up from one of the hard points in the living room so I was flat out suspended on my back with my legs and arms spread and my head cradled back. They raised and lowered me like a piñata so I could be fucked on either end at a convenient height. While I was getting fucked, others were flogging my tits. Sunday everyone was pretty exhausted. They let me sleep in. Then they put me in my cage while they watched a soccer match, so I was able to sleep a little bit more. They had installed in a huge screen TV and the room was big enough that everyone could sit comfortably. When the match was over, there was more flogging and fucking.

Monday morning, I started the other part of my job. I was to be Master Michael's new office manager. He owns a consulting business helping companies get medical devices through the certification process. He only has five employees so it's not like he needs an office manager all that much. My Masters are helping subsidize my salary there, so it's a great deal for Master Michael.

Master Michael was my jailer Sunday night. They'll all take turns staying over, but it made sense for him to stay on my first day at his office. I was so exhausted from the weekend that even though they chained my collar to the bed, it didn't keep me awake. The chain wasn't locked like the collar was; I could have unclipped myself any time if I'd needed to, but of course that would be against the rules and would earn me punishment. Master Michael unhooked the chain from the bed and used it as a leash to lead me into the bathroom while I crawled after him on my hands and knees. He stood there, holding the chain, while I peed. Privacy was not going to be part of the deal. As soon as I was done, he was already on to the next thing, hauling me into the kitchen. Still naked, still crawling - clothes and standing were privileges I might get later, but for now I would start like an animal. Breakfast was yogurt and fruit, but served in a bowl on the floor. Chairs, tables, utensils - also privileges to earn in the future.

I had to kneel with my ass in the air to get my mouth into the bowl. I had only eaten a few bites when I felt Master Michael fondling my ass. I went back to eating as fast as I could. Part of the deal is they controlled all my food. They were supposed to feed me well to keep me in good health, but they didn't have to make it nice, or predictable. I was maybe halfway done when I felt Master Michael stick his tongue in my ass. I froze. I had avoided anything like that before. It grossed me out, doing it or having it done. But I had no limits now, and he apparently liked an early morning rim.

SMACK

He slapped my ass, hard.

"What's the matter, slave? I thought you'd be hungry after the workout we gave you this weekend."

"Yes, Master."

Before I could eat more, I felt his finger probing my ass. I was used to being penetrated everywhere, constantly, but it was distracting trying to eat with that kind of intrusion, and I was totally dry.

"Since you're not hungry, slave . . ."

He reached around and grabbed my bowl. I felt something cold and wet on my asshole. Yogurt. I braced, and then felt his cock ramming into me. He fucked me hard, mashing my face into the floor. I couldn't stop from whimpering. The yogurt was thin and not a good substitute for lube, especially since he had morning hardwood. Thankfully t didn't take long for him to dump his load. I didn't want to eat anymore from my dish knowing he'd probably touched it with the finger he had up my ass. It hurt so much I didn't have much appetite anymore anyway.

He grabbed my leash and hauled me into the bathroom. He made me stay on all fours while he stripped and got in behind me. He was spent, but he still took a few minutes to lick the yogurt out of my ass before he sprayed me down. He let me wash own hair, but he soaped me down and rinsed me like a dog. He kicked me out while he showered. I could dry myself off, as long as I stayed on the ground where I belonged. Fortunately, my hair was stick straight, so I didn't need to do much except towel dry it while he finished up.

My wardrobe was all provided for. They'd kept me bare ass naked all weekend, except for the ropes, bruises, and welts, but they'd shown me the closet full of clothes for work and other events during the grand tour of my dungeon. They'd had a shopper pick out appropriate, and inappropriate, clothes for every occasion. The outfits were arranged on hangers with compartments for accessories. Today's outfit was a pencil skirt and blouse. No panties, ever. They did give me a bra, which is good since I have big tits. This was a Victoria's Secret number with very structured push up pads, making me look even bigger. Paired with the tight blouse I looked pretty sexy but not, fortunately, slutty. The neckline didn't plunge too far and the skirt slit wasn't too high to be uncomfortable in a real office. The heels were very high but again, not unreasonable for a downtown office job. I threw my hair into a quick twist, and put on the makeup provided for me. I had to kneel at the makeup table they provided since they hadn't given me a chair yet. I'm sure Master Michael loved the sight of my heart-shaped ass in that tight pencil skirt as I crawled around doing the final touches. And putting up with his constant touches.

At the front door, I was allowed to stand and walk for the first time all weekend. I still had the collar -that never came off - but he replaced the chain leash with a small pendant stone, making it look more necklace like and less slave-ish. He grabbed my wrist, hard, and pulled me toward the elevator. I was wobbly on the heels, but he didn't care. While we waited for the elevator down, he groped my ass so hard I almost toppled over a few times.

"Work on your balance," he said, smiling evilly.

We were the only ones in the elevator so, as I'd been instructed, I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs apart as far as I could without falling flat on my face. He shoved two fingers in my cunt and pumped hard until we heard the ding signaling a stop was coming. He pulled his fingers out and I pulled my skirt down as quickly as I could, barely getting it into place before a man and woman got on. I hoped they couldn't smell me on Master Michael's fingers. They pushed the button for the first floor and continued a conversation they were having. We got off at the fifth floor and Master Michael again grabbed my wrist as he led me to the office. That was definitely the most interesting commute I'd ever had.

They didn't have a lot of people coming into the office, but I was still supposed to play receptionist as part of my new duties. I had a desk up towards the front, but I also had a small private office in the back. Really it was the supply closet, but they'd put in a desk and a phone for me. They'd also, as Master Michael showed me, put a lock on the door, and installed bolts in several places so I could be restrained while they fucked me. There were a few floor bolts down by the desk legs, bolts on the walls, and a hard point in the ceiling. There were also shelves of paper pads, envelopes, pencils, dry erase markers, the usual. For the unusual, there was a locked drawer that had several canes and a ball gag, in case, he said, I needed to be punished while at work.

He showed me his office next. It was a tastefully decorated room facing the waterfront- hardwood floors, thick rugs, and large floor to ceiling windows. A small sitting area with a glass table and some cushy chairs. His desk was large and made of some really pretty wood.

"Strip and go stand with your tits to the window, hands over your head."

I hesitated. We weren't that high up, and there were offices where someone could probably be looking in.

"The windows are tinted," he told me, and he slapped my ass, hard.

"Go!" he commanded.

I stripped quickly. When I tried to take off the heels, he said no, to leave them on, so that's all I wore as I pressed my bare tits up against the window. I sure hoped he was right about the tinted windows or someone was going to look over and get an eyeful!

I heard him unlock a desk drawer. I heard the gloop I'd come to know well, and then felt something cold and slippery pushed into my ass.

"That's a glass dildo. You're going to hold it in there. Don't drop it! And don't make a sound!"

I clenched my ass for all I was worth. I heard the swoosh before I felt the hard sting of a cane right across the butt. I clenched my teeth tighter than my ass and panted breaths in and out as I tried to recover from the pain.

"That's for being slow to obey me. Next time I give you an order and you hesitate, you'll get two strokes, and they'll be a lot harder."

I shuddered to think how hard he could hit me if he wanted to. He dug his fingers into the welt, making me tear up. He worked the dildo in and out a few times before sliding it out.

"Get dressed."

This time I didn't hesitate at all.

He spent the next hour or so showing me how to work the phones, how to access the computer information I'd need. He also told me that when my coworkers were around, I was to call him either by his first name or Sir, if it made sense, like "Yes, Sir." If anyone asked, I was to tell them that I grew up in a strict household and was expected to call my superiors "Sir". He told me to not to do anything that would give away the nature of our relationship or I'd be punished.

My coworkers started to show up around nine. There were four other men and one woman. I could see them checking me out, probably wondering what I was going to be doing in an office so small. I was wondering, too. Master Michael knew I had a BA in Marketing, so he said after I got the office manager work down, he might let me help Ian, the marketing guy.

When lunch rolled around, the four of them headed out together.

"What to join us?" asked Ian.

Master Mark called in from his office, which was near my desk.

"I need her to stay and do some more training on the payroll system. I have someone coming by to show her. You go on ahead."

"What us to bring anything back for you?" asked Jill.

"Naw, I'll grab some soup from the break room for both of us."

As soon as they were gone, he ordered me into his office again and had me strip and assume my position by the windows.

"Good. You're teachable! And you've picked up everything quickly so far. I'm pleased."

That made me really happy.

As I stood there, I heard the door to the office open. I turned quickly, covering my nakedness with my hands as best I could.

"Stay!" he yelled. I saw that it was a few of the other Masters. I whipped back around to the window and pushed my palms against the glass.

"Damn, she was doing pretty well, but she just blew it. You want to do the honors?"

"Sure, what's she getting?" That was Master Nick's voice.

"Two strokes."

"Where?" I couldn't tell whose voice that was.

"Anywhere you want."

"OK. Nick, you take the first one." Oh, that was Master Clark.

"With pleasure!"

I heard the swoosh. The stroke was so hard that for a second it didn't register, like my nerves were in shock, and then agony. I struggled not to cry out, panting hard, pressing my hands against the glass.

I felt hands turn me around, pushing my stinging ass against the glass. Yes, Master Nick and Master Clark, and Master Clark held the cane now, a clear plastic rod, thin and springy. He grabbed my right tit and twisted, hard, pulling it up. With the other hand, he struck the tender underside.

"Fuck!" I gasped out. And then froze. They laughed. Master Clark held the rod towards Master Michael.

"Nah, you do the other side, Clark, a matched set."

I screwed my eyes shut as Master Clark pressed me up against the glass, forcing me to stay still. He caressed my left tit a few times, then pinched the nipple so hard my eyes watered. At least it might distract from the cane stroke. I clamped my lips shut as the line of fire hit the other tit. I did NOT want to earn another one! Before the pain died away, Master Clark grabbed both tits hard, digging his fingers into the welts on the underside. I could feel tears forming, threatening to spill over and ruin my makeup. He let go before I could turn into a complete mess, but it was just to push me down on all fours. He unzipped and shoved his cock into my mouth. Master Michael apparently decided he wanted more ass because I felt him push into me again. Thank God he used the lube again - I was still sore from breakfast. They skewered me, coming at almost the same time. I stayed there on all fours, but Master Nick ordered me to go back to the window. He positioned me with my tits against the window and shoved his fingers in my cunt until he felt me get good and wet, then bent me over slightly and entered me from behind, my hands still pressed against the window. While he was fucking me, I heard my coworkers come back from lunch. I prayed they wouldn't open the door. Finally, Master Nick shot his load in me and pulled out, leaving it dripping down my leg. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, pushing me to my knees and shoving his cock in my face so I could lick it clean for him.

"Bet your coworkers would love to see what a cock sucking whore you are, huh?" he whispered.

I thought I would melt with shame if that happened.

"Are you going to let the rest of the office fuck her, too?" asked Master Clark.

"No. I still have a business to run."

Master Michael tossed me a towel to clean myself up and ordered me to get dressed. I pulled my clothes on awkwardly as they watched. The bra hurt as it rubbed against the welts on my tits. I looked in the window reflection and tried to make my hair not look like I was freshly fucked. I hoped they couldn't smell the cum on me. When I was presentable, all four of us walked out together.

Master Michael told me to make both of us some soup and to bring him his in his office. This time he didn't strip me, though he did make me close the door and offer him the soup while kneeling in front of him, with my head bowed. Before I left the office, he ordered me to bend over and hike up my skirt so he could see my welts. He told me they were bruising nicely. They were certainly tender enough when he pushed on them.

I spent the next few hours working my way through the manuals and computer files, feeling the ache from my bruises. Master Tom came by around 2 and told me he had some news for me. He took me into my office space in the supply room and laid me back on my desk while he pushed up my skirt. He ate me until I was begging to cum. I'd gotten pretty good at orgasm control, but he wore through my resistance. To my horror I started cumming, squirting all over the place. He just laughed and shoved his cock into me while I was still squirming from the orgasm, adding the load of his cum to the mess of my juices. At least he didn't decide to punish me for my disobedience. I don't know if I could handle another cane stroke and still sit at my desk. He just walked out, leaving the door ajar. I quickly got up and wiped up before anyone saw.

Around 4:30, I got a call asking if was wearing any underwear. I recognized the voice as Master Oliver. He proceeded to tell me all the ways he planned to fuck every hole of mine all over the office when he came by on Friday. He would pause from time to time and tell me to say "Yes, Sir!" By the time he was done with me, my cunt was burning as much as my welts. By that time, it was a few minutes past five o'clock. My coworkers left, telling me to have a good night and they'd see me tomorrow. I wasn't sure what kind of night I'd have. I wondered again, and not for the last time, if giving myself into slavery was the dumbest thing I'd ever done. But there was some part of me that loved it. I loved the humiliation. I loved the danger of almost being caught. I loved the forcefulness when they ordered me around. I hated the punishment. I hated the pain, especially of the cane, but I loved how clean it made me feel afterwards to get through it. I loved the phone sex, even though I had to shove a Kleenex up my cunt to stop me from dripping on my skirt.

On my "commute" home in the elevator, Master Michael again made me expose myself. This time there were no other passengers, so he fingered me all the way up to our floor. As soon as we were in the front door, he made me strip and kneel in the entryway while he took off his shoes and tie. He sat on the couch and called to me like he was calling a dog. I crawled over and sat between his feet, looking up at him.

"You were a good girl today. Keep it up."

That made my day. He let me lean down and put my head in his lap while he petted my hair.