My Boss III

In a few months I had become accustomed to my new situation: my days were spent secluded within those four walls, in the small office, and in the afternoons, in my boss's office, being his little bitch for whatever he ordered.

I had no idea how to get out of this situation: on one hand, I was terrified of losing my job, even though it paid very little and I worked long hours, but I thought it would help me gain work experience.

On the other hand, sometimes I felt disgusted with myself for doing everything I was doing in those endless afternoons... Although at times of excitement, a morbid desire made me feel attraction to everything that humiliated me so much.

The thing was, my boss was insatiable: he was always looking for new ways to derive pleasure and, as I was his toy, I was at his mercy for whatever he would come up with each time.

Just when I had resigned myself to the routine of being violated orally every afternoon and swallowing one or two loads, drinking his piss in the afternoon, or if it was Monday, the recycled ones from a bottle... Now he wanted to crossdress me, bringing me intimate clothing, maybe his wife's, and he forced me to dress like that in his office while I licked his feet, for example, or stapled letters under his desk.

He found any humiliation insufficient and enjoyed seeing me like that, he laughed a lot when I appeared semi-naked, wearing stockings and panties.

He also enjoyed tying my hands behind my back by wrapping my wrists with packing tape. He enjoyed seeing me helpless and would slap me hard while fucking my mouth and there I was, on my knees, swallowing it all.

One time he had to lock me in the bathroom because a client came and I had to spend an hour or more locked up there, dressed like a slut and begging the client not to need to use the bathroom.

I couldn't take it anymore, but my boss was insatiable: sometimes he would fuck my mouth right after coming back from lunch, without waiting for the girl working the late shift. But, since she didn't look or ask questions: she did her job and communicated with the boss by phone, so nothing. I had to swallow cum after brushing my teeth two minutes before...

Another time, he was fucking my throat while I was on my knees and "handcuffed" with tape, whispering in his deep voice: "come on, come on, I need to shit, god, I need to cum already..." He was that rough, and then he pushed me into the bathroom and sat down to take a shit without letting me take his cock out of my mouth.

I had to continue receiving his cock until he came, having to breathe in that filthy smell and hear his farts while he defecated heavily, as he usually did after coming back from lunch. When he came, he must have felt a morbid pleasure seeing me there on my knees, in front of the toilet bowl, so he didn't let me move away from it.

He stood up and, without flushing, turned around and said, "go ahead, bitch, smell your god's shit." And he pushed me with his foot on the neck, shoving my head into the bowl.

I had never been so close to a pile of shit. There were his huge turds and the toilet walls all dirty, and there I was on my knees, handcuffed, and forced to almost touch that with my face.

"Eat it." Just one word and I felt real panic. The situation had spiraled out of control. I tried to get up, but he slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor next to the toilet.

I started crying and begging him to please let me out of there, but he slapped me again and said, "eat it all, bitch, don't make me angry."

And so, between tears and sobs, handcuffed and defenseless, I began to lick the toilet walls and eat the excrement that was there.

I was in there for almost four hours, as my boss did not allow me to move until everything in the bowl was inside my stomach.

"Good boy, now you know what you'll have to do from now on if you want to keep your job."