New Job, New Life as as Sissy Slut Chapter 2

I was left lying on the floor, my face completely covered in cum. I was wearing lingerie and a dog collar and I had just been fucked long and hard by my "boss." My virginity had been forcefully taken. The thing is that I loved it. I loved being manhandled by this muscular man and I really had become his bitch.

I got up and began cleaning, very much aware of the feeling of wearing lingerie. I loved the way the stockings felt on my legs. My ass was raw and felt as though a baseball bat had been shoved up it. I could hear him in various rooms about the house. I tried to make sure I didn't make any mistakes because my ass still stung a lot from the spanking and the beating with his belt. He had taken serious pleasure in beating me. I didn't mind the spanking as much because it felt more intimate with me over his knees, but the belt had hurt and he had seemed cold and callous as I yelped with each blow.

It took about three hours to do the cleaning; I was moving more slowly than usual and also I wanted everything perfect for him. Finally, I was done. I went into his study, where he was reading some papers. "I'm done, Sir," I meekly said to him. He turned and looked at me and smiled. I think he had forgotten about the cum all over me. It had dried and felt sticky.

"Get over here." I walked over and stood before him. He looked at me and I could tell he liked me wearing lingerie. I guessed that the studded pink dog collar was a symbol of his control and power over me. "From now on, I want you here twice a week. You will come on Tuesday and Friday. The hours will be longer. You will come here in the morning and put on your uniform. Then you will give me a wakeup call at exactly eight thirty. By wakeup call I mean you will awaken me by sucking my cock. I like to blow a load when I wake up and now you will do that for me. You will clean and be used by me all day, then you can leave at five o' clock. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I started to say something, then stopped. I didn't want to risk another beating. He seemed to know what I was thinking.