Executive Slave 1

EXECUTIVE SLAVE

I am a slave to my Master and Mistress. It is my choice. I am not being forced or blackmailed. The stress of my job was killing me, it was affecting my performance. Without making a threat a member of our Board offered me a weekend retreat to see if a lifestyle change was what I needed. I was shocked at first, but almost immediately felt much less stressed and my job performance was back where it needed to be. This is my life; this is my story.

I am the only partner on the executive floor in a mid-thigh skirt over a pair of suspender hose, and four inch heels. I am also the only one with four new bright red stripes across my ass, and a large plug in my ass. On this floor I am the highly respected vice president, with all the prestige and perks that go with that. But at home as soon as I park my Mercedes, strip naked in the garage, put on Master's collar and cuffs, and kneel by the door in present position, I am Master's slut, fucktoy, and slave.

On the executive floor I guide the company, make multi-million dollar decisions, and make hiring and firing decisions. People hang on to my every word. Twelve people report directly to me and collectively we control everything but the financial side of the company. That person has an equally nice but smaller office down the hall. Once I strip in the garage I am not allowed to open or close a door, speak or stand without permission, or have any say in how or by whom my body is used. I kneel quietly until someone opens the door and allows me to enter and once entered, I am bound to obey all commands immediately and without question from anyone in Master's house.

There are few clues in my office of my unusual status. My office chair is the old style oak with no padding in the seat, just solid, unyielding oak. The better to press home any marks on my butt, push the plug in my ass a little deeper, and act as a solid surface for the suction cup dildo that often is filling my cunt or ass to my Master' direction. The small bathroom directly connected to my office has a shower, which is not that unusual on this floor, but none of the others have enema and douche nozzles connected to the plumbing. Also hidden is mine is the only office suite on the floor that is soundproofed. Being over the company's properties does have its advantages in getting modifications to my office without being questioned.

Sitting outside my office door is the other secret to my double life, my personal assistant (PA), we don't call them secretaries anymore. She is attired in a flared, pleated, mid-thigh skirt and four inch heels. Her blouse is always a bit too tight across her tits and a couple of buttons unbuttoned too low, resulting in a bit too much cleavage being exposed than is proper on this floor. What is less apparent is the plug in her ass and the vibrating egg in her cunt, controlled by my phone.

She also belongs to my Master and on the days that we leave work at the same time she may well be kneeling also in present position beside me at Master's door from the garage. At Master's we are equal sister slaves, in the office she is not only my PA she is my submissive, though our Master controls my use of her. Besides being an excellent PA, keeping my calendar, screening my calls, proofing my writing and maintaining my files, she is excellent stress relief, using her tongue under my desk and between my thighs. She also licks up the wet spot in my chair when I leave the office and provides the same function in the conference room where she is there to take notes, and is the last one out after cleaning the same model of oak chair that I have in my office.

Naked we have several similarities, neither of us has any hair below our eyebrows, it has been removed via laser. We both have rather large hoops through our nipple piercings, and spiked dongles hanging from our hood piercings which bounce on our clits whenever we walk, making sure that we are on edge and appropriately wet at all times. Tattooed on our mons are the words "Property of" and the symbols of both our Master and Mistress. Both of our asses are usually plugged during the workday, unless Master is having us work with a suction cup dildo mounted on our work chair penetrating deep into our asses. It is more common that he has ordered it into our cunts, but especially if he is planning on using one or both of our asses once home, he'll order one or both of us to ass ride a dildo to prepare our mind and our ass for his planned enjoyment of our tighter holes.

I can't fail to mention the other major player in my life, our Mistress. Mistress is actually Master's wife, though it is an open relationship. There are two master rooms upstairs with a shared luxury bathroom between them. Sometimes they spend the night together in Master's room. Some nights one or both of them are enjoying a slave or visitor in their own room. They also like to play together in the dungeon, which is across the hall from their bedrooms, being the object of their joint play is exciting but usually excruciating. Both are clearly sadists, but Mistress tends to be the crueler one. She knows how to keep a female slave almost endlessly on edge and can cause pain to females in ways Master doesn't. Having Mistress's fist up your cunt while she fucks your ass with a strap-on is something that you don't forget. Unlike Master, Mistress does not send us orders while we are at work.

Mistress also has a boy toy which seems exclusive to her. I have never seen boytoy with Master, nor with either of us female slaves. Boytoy is extremely well endowed, noticeably longer, but not as thick as Master. It is almost always tucked away locked in a cage and his ass seems always plugged. Speaking of cages, his home seems to be in a cage under Mistress's bed when Mistress doesn't have him out on a leash. He does seem happy when I see him. From what I have witnessed Mistress enjoys his body worship of her naked form and using a larger strap-on to peg him regularly.

Our slave's quarters are in the basement. It is where we spend the night if we are not being used my Master, Mistress, or guests. There is a 2" thick pad on a stone ledge for our joint bed where we sleep together when both of us are there. The walls are stone and the floor concrete. There is a small bathroom with a shower. The slave quarters lights and door lock are controlled remotely. There are cameras that we assume are always on

There is also a speaker system in the slave quarters, should Master or Mistress require our presence or have other orders, it comes through loud and clear. If we are to leave the quarters to serve, the lights go on and the door unlocks, and we obey the orders from the speaker.

If we did not spend the night with Master, Mistress or a guest, my day typically begins with the lights going on in the slave room telling me it is time to get up shower, enema, make- up, brush out my hair, release enema, lube and insert plug into my ass, and crawl up to the dining room in time for breakfast. If both of us are in the slave quarters, it is a real rush to get through our morning routines in the small bathroom and to breakfast in time. Failure to be kneeling and presenting in the dining room can result in no breakfast and/or punishment at the whim of Master or Mistress.

After we quickly finish our bowl of oatmeal on the floor by Master's feet, I must play close attention to Master's orders for the day as I deep throat his cock. Missing or misunderstanding his orders can have painful or humiliating consequences. Master likes his cock sucked a certain way, absolutely no hands they are held together in the small of my back, lots of time in my throat and at the entry to my throat where my gag reflex massages the head of his cock. My tongue must be constantly moving caressing the head of his cock or along the bottom as it slides in deeper. As Master is ready to cum he will either place his hand on my head to hold me as he fills my mouth, or will push me back which is my signal to present my tits to be covered with Master's cum which I will wear all day in the office. If he fills my mouth, I hold it until commanded to swallow. The command may come almost immediately or not until I have driven to the office holding my mouthful of cum hoping for the command before I reach my office. If instead he has coated my tits, I rub it into my tits and lick my hands clean. Master does not shower until after he has breakfast, so my morning cock sucking also cleans his cock of his cum and the cunt or ass that he fucked overnight or that morning. I know by the taste if it was Mistress or my sister slave.

While I am serving my Master's cock, sister is taking care of Mistress's cunt or occasionally an overnight guest. Mistress will share her services; Master always gets mine.

After receiving my orders of the day and Master's morning cum, sister and I crawl to the garage. There is a small room in the garage that has a sink for us to repair our make-up. Our clothes for the day will be hung in the room by the maid. We have no say and will wear whatever Master has chosen. If Master has chosen a demi bra that leaves my nipples bare under a thin white blouse, that is what I will wear. It may be suspender hose today or stockings with a garter belt. Fortunately, Master does check my calendar and if I have an important meeting scheduled, he will choose appropriate attire for that event. With the very short flared skirts my sister's clothing for the day may include a skimpy thong, with my somewhat longer skirts, mine never includes underwear of any kind. Also provided each morning are the plugs for the day. They are almost always on the large side, but when it is one of his remote control plugs, I know what my day is in for as Master will play with it at the most awkward times. My PA's clothing always includes the remote insertable vibrator for her cunt that my phone controls. On rare occasions Master will include one for me that like the remote butt plug he can control over the internet

I sometimes get comments on my PA's short skirts and excessive cleavage. I always reply that if it starts to affect her outstanding work, I will deal with it, but as long as she keeps my office running smoothly, she can show up naked for all I care.

Sister and I always drive to work separately. She almost always gets to leave at regular quitting time while my days tend to run longer for meetings, west coast of far east phone calls, etc. Master lets me know at my morning cock sucking instructions if there is something he wants me home for at a specific time. I always rearrange and reschedule meetings to meet Master's requirements.

Once at the office my day is like any other executive: paperwork, phone calls, meetings, creating documents, resolving crisis, and making decisions with potential major impacts on the company. Unlike most executives I do it sitting bare assed on a hard oak chair, a large butt plug trying to push deeper into my ass, and often at Master's whim a rather large suction cup base dildo deep in my cunt. My skirt is up around my waist to keep it dry even when having a meeting in my office. On special days the plug in my ass or a toy in my cunt may be being remotely controlled by Master. On some days the suction cup dildo is in my ass, which also lets me know that Master has planned for that tight opening once I am home.

At least twice a week I have "lunch" with the CEO in his office. We do discuss business, but each meeting ends with me bent over his desk with his cock pounding the hole of his choice. He and Master are not only good friends, but since Master is on the company's board, he has told me that we have the same boss. I know that professionally hey talk fairly often, but I'm not sure how often I am a topic of those conversations, but the CEO never uses the tighter hole on days that I have spent the morning with the dildo in my ass, prepping it for Master. Each meeting ends with me on my knees cleaning his cock and tucking it away.

My PA's day is much the same. She keeps my calendar, screens my calls, proofreads almost everything I write, surprisingly there is still some paper filing, though recovering things from the files is now far more prevalent. She is the recording secretary at all my meetings, with a task after each of my meetings in the conference room of licking up the puddle I left in my chair at the table. A task she also performs anytime I leave my office. Immediately after each of my lunch meetings with the CEO, she has a special duty to clean up the cum running out of me and down my thighs. Once she has completed the task is the one time that we trade a deep cum filled kiss. On an "as needed" basis my door is closed while she is "taking dictation" between my legs helping relieve the stress of my truly stressful position. She is quite skilled at using her tongue in and around my cunt to help me relax and ease the stress that has built up. Just like the movie "The Secretary" she is across my lap for a bare assed paddling whenever I catch a mistake. However, I must not get carried away, if Master is not happy with the appearance of her ass after I correct her, Master likes the Old Testament language of being rewarded tenfold, which will have me walking funny for a day or so.

The end of a typical day is my PA leaving with most of the office at 5:00 and I'm staying late to finish a project or handle a West Coast or Far East phone call. I will occasionally hold my PA over for dictation, if I am stressed and need her services for release. I approve her time sheets including overtime so it isn't an issue, other than I must message Master that she will be late. It is also not unusual for the CEO to call me to his office for another round of his stress relief. I keep a towel in the car to save my Mercede's seats since my PA is no longer available for clean up afterwards. I'm sure the CEO messages Master when he has held me over, because Master seems to expect cum running out of one of my holes and down my thigh as I'm kneeling in the garage.

As described earlier I end my business day and begin my "off duty" time kneeling naked and presenting naked on the hard concrete floor in Master's garage waiting for someone to open the door.

Now that I've described my typical work week, here is how my weekend starting on Friday the thirteenth went. Weekends are varied except that by Monday morning I I am bruised, striped, marked, with very sore: cunt, ass, nipples and throat. That weekend was both unique but also fairly typical, so I'll tell my experiences.

At my Friday morning cock sucking briefing Master had stressed that I needed to be home soon after my sister. On Fridays that is rarely a problem, everyone is ready for the weekend. The only surprise as soon as I stripped was the heels put out for us to wear were noticeably higher than usual and had locking ankle straps that latched as soon as we closed the strap. As I'm kneeling naked in the garage with my sister, we could hear quite a few female voices chatting inside the house. Sister and I looked at each other, both fearing what that meant. Eventually Mistress opened the door and ordered us to start serving drinks and canapes to her guests. We had no time to get used to the higher stilettos, but both managed with some lack of grace to walk into the living room with a tray of punch and a tray of canapes.

Our fears were realized as we entered the room. It was a group of about five of Mistress's domme friends. As I said earlier Mistress is the cruel one, and this group matched her in that regard. As we served the ladies I was pinched, groped, fingered and otherwise subjected to efforts to make me drop or spill my tray. Fortunately, neither my sister nor I failed. I couldn't tell if Mistress was pleased or disappointed.

As I made the rounds, I noticed that almost every lady had someone on a leash, mostly males, but some females. All were naked and on leashes, the male's cocks were in cages and the females seemed to be in chastity belts of various kinds.

As sister and I returned to the kitchen to return the trays, Master came downstairs, snapped a leash on sister's collar and left, leaving me alone to serve Mistress's event. I was tempted to try just hiding in the kitchen but knew that would not be wise. As I reentered the living room I looked to Mistress for direction. She pointed at the floor to remind her I should be crawling when not serving, and then to the one lady that did not have someone on a leash,

As I approached the lady, I observed that not only was she not shaved, she wasn't even trimmed and the cunt I was to serve was buried somewhere in that thicket of hair. As I crawled closer it also became evident that, being polite, she was not fresh.

Mistress would never have accepted less than my enthusiastic efforts. I dove in and worked my tongue, trying to get through the foul thicket to find her cunt and clit. Fortunately, Master and Mistress are not into piss play, but digging through the thick hair covering her cunt was almost the same, as my tongue worked through the droplets clinging within the thicket. I finally worked through and found her cunt which was as foul as her mass of hair. I worked my tongue hard and deep, hoping to get her off quickly and escape. From her cunt I worked my way up to her clit. Her moans told me I was making progress, and I redoubled my efforts tongue lashing her clit, with occasional trips back down through her cunt lips to thrust my tongue deep into her cunt. I was hoping to quickly get her off and escape. My strategy seemed to work when she went rigid and flooded my face and mouth with her orgasm. As I was about to back out and escape he fat thighs closed trapping me in her cunt. I heard her voice, "That is one sweety, a nice start."

I almost cried in frustration, the only saving grace was I now had it halfway clean. I was just started again when Mistress came over, said something to the lady and snapped a leash on my collar. I seemed my talents were needed elsewhere.

I crawled behind Mistress up to the dungeon. I was surprised to find all the ladies that had males on their leashes had found seats in the dungeon. As soon as Mistress led me into the dungeon the males seemed to be quite excited. Mistress squatted down beside my head and said, "You should be quite honored. Twice a year the otherwise chaste male slaves of this group are allowed to have sex on one night. Obviously never with their mistresses, so this year you were nominated, and the vote was unanimous.

I still wasn't sure what was going to happen until I was laid on the horse and my arms and legs were fastened, and a strap across my waist held me tight in place. I rope was tied into my hair and pulled back and fastened to the waist rope, holding my head up, making my mouth more accessible. The plug was pulled out of my ass and replaced by wet fingers, I was being lubed for use. I heard someone ask if my cunt needed lube too, but Mistress replied "No, look she is dripping already."

It was true, the very idea of being fucked by these studs for their first time in six months thrilled and scared me. As soon as I heard Mistress say, "She is ready.' I felt a cock slide deep into my cunt with one fast hard push. I opened my mouth for the cock standing in front of me and it went straight into my throat. What I hadn't realized is that their cocks were being released from their cages right before they came to mount me and hadn't had a chance yet to restore to their pre cage sizes. As they worked my holes that quickly changed. The cocks that so easily slipped into my cunt and throat were growing larger with every stroke.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the mistresses come up behind the submissive enjoying my oral skills and suddenly heard the crack of a paddle. Then I heard the same crack behind me. The mistresses were using paddles on every in stroke to help drive their submissives into me deeper faster and harder. The mistress behind me also landed a crack onto my butt about every third stroke instead of on her submissive's butt.