The characters and events of this story are entirely fictional; products of my imagination which I hope give you pleasure to read. Thank you to the asian women who have come forward to offer story ideas from their own submissive experiences. Getting inside the minds submissive sluts is why I love writing this story.
If you had told Tess a year ago that she would be turned into a mindless sex object for men, she would have been horrified. But now it's become a fact of life for her, a dark side to the young girl that is hidden from public view. Though now there is an additional element to her sluthood which is crossing over into her professional life as a TV news anchor - her cohost.
In her office, Tess was preparing for another shift for the evening news show but was easily distracted by the memory of being trapped in his powerful grip when he fed his thick cock down her throat. She remembered the panic she felt at being asphyxiated, with his heavy balls on her delicate chin while he held her head with an iron grip.
She was afraid and horny at the same time as visions of that night replayed in her mind.
Her phone chimed, and it was as though her tormentor had read her mind.
"Please join me in my office," read the text message from Ian.
She nervously gathered herself and took the short walk to his corner office with an expansive view of the cityscape. She strolled in while his secretary discretely closed the door behind her.
Tess felt a rush of fear and excitement.
"Hello Tess, glad to see you again," he said in his buttery smooth voice. His hair was immaculate, suit perfectly fitted.
"Hello...Ian," said Tess, unsure about the context of the meeting.
"Maybe you ought to be calling me Daddy," he said, the corners of his lips curling up wickedly. "I couldn't get the image of you, of all of you, out of my head for days. You looked good in latex."
"Oh god... I... Do we need to talk about that here?" she replied incredulously. "We have a show tonight and... we shouldn't... I don't want this to affect my performance on air."
"Oh don't worry, I'll get you nice and relaxed. Come closer, slut."
His tone of authority was like a spell on the young submissive girl, and it was as though a switch had been flicked inside her with all the feelings of surrender taking hold. She instinctively stepped towards his desk, though her mind was nervous at being overheard by his secretary. Sensing her apprehension, he said "Don't worry about Jennifer, she is very discreet. You could say that she knows about the lifestyle herself. I take really good care of her needs, as I will with you," he said, with a self-assured smile.
"What...what do you want from me?"
"I have spoken to your Master, and we have come to an arrangement. He believes I should train you at work, to be the perfect slut slave. Here at the station, I own you."
Her heart began to race. This has become too real, she thought. It's as though the merciless men are cornering her in all aspects of her life with their insatiable hunger. But the thrill of being subject to his authority, in this setting, thrilled her as well. As always, when faced with the choice of freewill or surrender, Tess always chose surrender.
"Yes...daddy," she replied meekly.
"Now, time to be a Fuck Toy," he said as he unbuckled his belt and undid his fly.
Tess began to unbutton her blouse to let it drop to the floor. She undid her professional pencil skirt as well, and finally her purple lace bra. Before she reached her panties, Ian commanded her to crawl towards him while he sat behind his desk.
The young girl dropped down on all fours, and she felt empowered at the sight of his growing cock while she slowly crawled towards him in her heels. She swayed her hips from side to side, making a show of licking her lips while her eyes locked onto his.
She crawled around his desk, and he turned in his swivel chair so his knees framed the delicious-looking young asian. Not yet made up for the cameras, Tess looked innocently at his thick member before taking him deep into her mouth like a seasoned pro.
She slurped loudly and hungrily on his shaft and knob, relishing the chance at sucking a nice cock which made her forget the usual nervousness before going on air.
Once again, he interlocked his powerful hands behind her head, and bobbed her head on his cock which began to strain against the opening of her throat.
"Ung. Ung. Ung," she moaned in time with his strokes.
Suddenly, the phone on his desk rang quietly and Tess tried to push off his cock in alarm. Ian kept his grip on her head, however, so her lips were still wrapped around his shaft while he answered the call.
"Yes Jennifer? Good, that's fine."
Tess froze as the door opened and closed quickly. She didn't dare utter a sound.
"Hey Jim, come on in," said Ian, without missing a beat.
Jim is the president of the TV station. A powerful man with enviable connections throughout the city, the head of the most popular news channel was a real mover and shaker. Careers of on-air personalities are made or broken by his whim.
