Work of a slut.

 

I sit there, thinking about my day. 6 hours behind the desk, pussy full of vibrations as I fulfill my instructions for this evenings meeting.

I have to be ready, stimulated, and orgasmic when I arrive. It is the duty of a true slut to be prepared and I strive to perfection.

The vibrator has buzzed inside me all day, the belt firmly secured around my waist and between my legs, ensured that it stayed in place, and once he set the control on it, my destiny was his.

My breasts, swollen and straining under the bra that he chose. 2 sizes smaller than normal it was overflowing with my cleavage, noticeable to all my workmates who did nothing to hide their disgust. The see through blouse also helped, he liked to leave only small pieces of my puzzle to the imagination of my workmates.

 

They knew what I was, the day I was found giving my ‘Super’ a blowjob from under his desk sealed my fate. Before that, it was just rumours that I was a slut, rumours that I would fuck anyone, and office gossip when I was seen out at a bar with him, being pimped to 5 or 6 men on that particular night. The fact is, it was one of my blowjobs, whilst being fucked by another Company executive that landed me the job in the first place. The cost for me, sex on tap for them both. The cost for them, my skills and expertise with the bonus significant investment from Master.

 

Master owns me, he decided what I do, when, where, who with, and how it is to be done. I gave myself to him 2 years ago, in exchange for my keep, his company and lave, and the opportunity to fulfill my fantasies.

We are in a 24/7 BDSM M/S relationship.

 

Tonight is special. We are meeting with many representatives of a charity that my Master supports. My function is to service the men and woman who Master sends to me. My duties for the night begin with servicing Master and end with servicing him before we sleep.

 

This morning, the routine started out as usual. We woke around 6.30am, I prepared the shower for him, washed his body, offered my body for his use, this usually requires me to suck his hardness until he releases, he then fingers or fists me, inserting a plug or toy into one of my holes, always refusing me an orgasm, then we dress, eat our breakfast and leave for work.

The ride in the car takes us 20 minutes. I am usually required to masturbate to orgasm in the car, leaving my sexual odour and juices on the seat for him, ensuring that I arrive at work in an aroused and sensual state.

 

Today was slightly different. Master fingered me hard, I was very close to cumming when he pulled out and inserted the vibrator.

He then pulled the custom-made leather chastity belt around my waist and threaded it between my legs. He fastened the thick straps with a padlock to the back, pushed the strap between my legs, sending the vibrator higher inside me and turned it on.

The trip in the car was excruciating for me, the vibrator buzzed at moderate speed for the whole trip, but I was not permitted to touch myself. Once at the office, he slowed it down, just so that I could feel the humming buzz inside me for the day. The belt made it hard to walk, the straps were all about 3” wide, and they were tightly fitted to me. I was unable to go to the bathroom for the day and unable to fit my finger under the strap to relieve myself.

 

 The bra that he chose for me was cutting into my body. It too was padlocked on so that I was unable to relieve the pressure on my tits. My nipples were crushed against the thick lace, hard and erect from the constant stimulation that I was experiencing.

 

‘I said, have you finished?' The voice suddenly boomed into my head.

I jumped with a start in my chair. ‘Oh, uh, yes.. Yes I have the report right here.’

‘Good, bring it into my office, we need to review it.’

I knew what this meant. I rose from my chair and followed him into his office.

He shut the door behind me as I stood in front of his large mahogany desk, I could feel him move closer to me and I shivered.

‘Bend over Slut.’

I obeyed, placing my hands on the desk, leaning forwards until my forehead touched to surface.

He ran his hand under my skirt and came to the belt.

‘What the fuck.!!’

‘It is my Masters belt sir. I am preparing for this evening.’

‘This evening, what is this evening?’

‘The charity event. I am going there with him.’

‘So why the belt.’

‘There is a toy inside Sir.’

‘Really.’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Hmm. Too bad for me I guess. I was in the mood for a fuck.’ He ran his hand over my cheeks, pressing his crotch against me. I could feel his hard cock through his trousers. His hand moved between my legs and pressed the belt hard.

‘Please Sir. Allow me to suck you.’

‘Guess that will have to do then. Turn around, lie on the desk, put your head over the edge on the other side.’

‘But Sir, what if your secretary comes in.’

‘She wont, anyway, do as you’re told slut. Don’t question me.’

‘Yes Sir.’ I lay across his desk as requested. My head hanging over the edge of the desk looking upside down at his chair. His fingers were running up and down the belt between my legs, moving the vibrator inside me and increasing the flow of juices.

 

‘Open wide slut.’

I opened my mouth as he thrust his cock forward at me. It was very hard and he plunged it deep into my throat. I am well trained and do not gag, maintaining pressure on the cock whilst massaging it with my tongue as he thrust.

He leaned forwards and pulled the belt at my waist. The harder he thrust, the harder he pulled until I was almost climaxing myself. This is strictly against the rules, and he knows that Master will remove me if I cum without his permission.

His thrusts gain momentum as he holds my head still and fucks my mouth hard. His juice releases deep in my throat as I ‘sssp’ on his cock, to increase the stimulation for his orgasm. His knees give way and he staggers, pulling his cock out and clutching the desk.

‘Ohhh goddd that was amazing. You are one fucking good whore.’

‘Thank You Sir.’

 

He helped me from the desk and released me from his office. The others in my area stared at me when I walked past and some whispered. I returned to my desk, gathered my handbag and left for the day.

 

Master was waiting in the car. I greeted him with a kiss and we sped home to prepare for the evening. First on the agenda would be to service Master. This could take many forms, some pleasurable to me, some torturous and painful, but this was my life.

The vibrator sprang into life immediately, not a word was spoken. Master drove, I concentrated on my breathing as my clit grew, nipples hardened more and my pussy juices flowed.

The car swung through the gates and into the garage. I was not permitted to move until instructed, so I sat and waited.

Master got out and went inside, I sat, afraid to move as the vibrator buzzed on the highest setting inside me.

He returned to the car, opened the door and pointed to the floor. I got out of the car and straight onto my knees at his feet. He raised my skirt over my buttocks and slowly ran his hand between my legs. He felt along my inner thighs and back up the crack of my buttocks before presenting his fingers to me to clean.

‘There is juice on them Slut, that is good. Did you perform for your Super today.’

‘Yes Master. He ordered a blow-job from me.’

‘Did you cum?’

‘No Master.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes Master.’ I began to panic. If he thought that I came without permission, he would flog me for lying to him.

‘Correct answer my Slut. Now crawl to your room and undress for me. I wish to follow and watch you as you crawl for me’

‘Yes Master.’ Relieved I began to crawl in front of him, but after a few movements he cracked the crop across my left cheek. I gasped but continued to crawl. He continued to crop my bare cheek until I was beside the bed where I stopped and began to undress, still on my knees.

 

‘Suck me hard.’

I opened my mouth and took him inside, slowly, gently sucking his cock as I removed my blouse and undid my skirt. His cock stiffened quickly and his thrusts became more forceful.

‘Look at me slut.’

I raised my eyes to his as I sucked his hardness to my best ability. He reached down and pinched my nipples. Still looking at my eyes, he pulled and twisted them hard until I winced with the pain.

He pulled out of my mouth.

‘Stand and turn around.’

Master undid the locks and removed the belt and my bra. My body sprang to life as the tightness was released around my waist and chest.

Master grabbed my hair and bent me over, my head pressed hard onto the bed.

His fingers explored my pussy, gaining moisture to be rubbed against my bud before the fingers found their way inside. He stimulated my hole with 1 then 2 then 3 fingers, while the vibrator buzzed inside my pussy. Pumping his fingers in and out, he released his grip on my hair and fingered my pussy until the buzzing intruder was extracted, only to be re-introduced to my stimulated rectum. I groaned deeply as he pushed it inside me. My senses were electric and he knew I was close to the edge.

His hand returned to my hair, pulling my head upwards as his cock thrust into my pussy.

‘Ohh goddd Master… Ohhh gooddddd..’

‘Cum on my command slut… only on my command.’

He pumped his cock deep into me. Hard and fast, using my hair as a lever he pushed my body to and fro as his cock fucked me.

Oh, Oh, ah, ah, oh, oh, ahh, ahh.. He pumped and pumped, hard and fast for what seemed like an eternity.

‘Ohhh… Ohhhh.’ I was frantic

‘Cum NOWWWWWWWWWWW.’

‘Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeessssssssssssssssss.’

Our cries rang out in unison as we came hard and long together.

 

I collapsed like a rag doll, Master on top of my body, panting loudly, his heart beating on my back as we lay and recovered.

‘Sub. Time to dress. Prepare the shower.’

‘Yes Master.’

The night was about to begin. My excitement was building.

 

I loved it when we went out and Master ‘pimped’ me. He would invite other men and their women if they wished, to fuck me while he watched.

There were rules;’-           Only 1 Male or 1 Male and his Female at a time.                                   2 Condoms were to be worn at all times, including blowjobs.

                                                When Master said enough, the Male would leave immediately.

                                                No smoking.

                                                I would only receive oral sex with Master’s approval.

                                Anal sex was only at Masters permission after significant stimulation.

                                No dry fucking at all.

                                No toys were allowed, we provided our own and Master would do insertions.

 

The men were all strangers to me. Sometimes by special request, I would be blindfolded so that I did not recognize them should they return.

Many of the men did come back for seconds. It was exciting for me to have them return and exciting for them to have their fantasies fulfilled by me again.

 

Master would survey the crowd for potential suitors. I was always dressed in a sluttish manner. My cleavage always revealed and skirts always reasonably short. My bras were always tight and nipples stimulated. Sometimes Master would apply bands to them so that they stood out even more.

My heels were always sensible, no 6-inch porn heels for me as the risk of injury was too great.

 

Once a potential candidate was spotted, Master would move in, me at his side. My short stature meant that the majority of the men looked down at me, straight down the front of my blouse. If an agreement was struck, the candidate would be given an address, usually a motel room nearby, and the meeting would be set up.

We would all leave together, walking or taking a cab to the room. I would be accessible to the candidate immediately, brushing against him with my tits, allowing him to touch me or reach under my skirt and feel my pussy whilst in the car. I would stroke his cock, mostly by the time we arrive at the room the cocks are ready to burst out at first chance.

Usually we would start with a drink while I stripped down to bra and thong. I would then let him touch me while removing his clothes.

Master would also strip and make suggestions as to what we could all do. Mostly, the candidate would opt for a blowjob before fucking me, while Master would finger me to stimulation and them I would suck him whilst being fucked. Rarely did master cum during these sessions as the candidates usually blew their load quickly then take off out of there.

 

If they wanted to take their time, Master would assist with positioning me, any bondage that they discussed and the type of sex. I was always silent unless spoken to, sometimes gagged, and always willing to obey.

Anal sex was also a regular request, this would take a fair amount of stimulation for me, usually entailing some oral from Master while I sucked the candidate and he watched Master at work, fingering and stretching my arse. Once satisfied, the candidate could fuck my arse doggy style while I was gagged and master fingered my clit and pussy.

 

As each candidate finished, I would wash myself, touch up my make up and  re-dress, usually in a different outfit ready for the next candidate.

So as to avoid being busted for suspected prostitution, we moved from place to place, sometimes clubs, bars, restaurants, even shopping centers would be targeted so that we would find suitable candidates.

Master usually aimed for 5 per night before taking me home, fucking me hard himself and then chaining me to the bed for the night. Depending on my performance, my comfort levels would be determined by the chains. Normal chaining was from my collar to the bedrails, with one arm and the opposite leg also chained. This allowed me to move and be moved by master for his use.

Poor performance would not be rewarded with any freedom and I would be chained tightly to the foot of the bed on the floor. My head would be hooded and breasts either tied with rope or clamped hard. My arms stretched out wide, legs spread and chained tightly to the bed rails at waist height. I would be required to sit with my pussy resting on gravel, small pebbles or coarse sandpaper until morning, when Master would release me and punish me accordingly. Poor performance would be when we failed to find enough candidates or I was unable to perform adequately to make the candidate cum to Masters satisfaction.

Good performance allowed me to be chained to the bed with Master, usually with my head at his cock where I would be required to suck it on command, and my pussy at his head for him to use as he wishes. This was gauged on the response of the candidates and bookings for future meetings.

Nothing in between was ever discussed; I either did well, or poorly and paid the price. Always a great incentive to do well.

 

Payment was never an issue. I was not paid for my services, as I am a slut, not a working whore.