My Boss IV

My boss's perversions knew no limit other than enjoying humiliating me more and more. When we were alone in the office, he would make me strip naked, leaving me in just stockings and panties, as I had to wear women's underwear every day under my clothes.

He would then take me to his office after using the bathroom, tying my arms behind my back with packing tape, making me kneel in front of the overflowing toilet with his feces and urine, pushing my head inside. He would then tape my head to the toilet with adhesive tape, leaving me unable to remove my face from the horrifying sight of his excrement, forcing me to swallow the foul smell, humiliated, kneeling, dressing like a slut.

He would keep me there for an hour to an hour and a half, sometimes urinating on me with his urine dripping down my hair into the toilet, other times spanking me with a ruler and other tools.

He enjoyed this extreme humiliation so much that he decided to do it every day after coming back from lunch and taking his daily dump.

I had to be there on my knees swallowing his stench. Sometimes he would force me to clean the walls inside the toilet with my tongue, and if he was very horny, I had to eat his feces.

One day he called me into his office and said he was going to put me on part-time. I thought that would be the end of my daily torment, that I could finally dedicate myself exclusively to work, and that dark chapter of my life would be over, but his argument was different: since I wasn't getting any work done in the afternoons, just lazing around, sucking dick, drinking urine, and doing other dirty things, he couldn't continue to support me like that. So he would only pay me for the mornings, but I still had to come in the afternoons to be his slave, as he had grown accustomed to it and loved humiliating me.

However, since I would need to buy slave clothing and some items such as whips, handcuffs, ring gags, and ball gags, things I had seen online, I had to give him my bank card and password so he could buy them with my money, as it was all for me.

Without money, exploited in the mornings like a slave and in the afternoons a sexual slave, a human toilet, etc.

I would wake up every day and go to my dungeon like a zombie, where my Master enjoyed himself at all times. In the mornings, he would often make me work with "stuff" in my mouth, things he brought every day, like his dirty thongs, sweaty socks, used condoms from the previous night, etc. And there I was at the keyboard, entering invoices, trying to answer the phone without showing that I had my master's condom in my mouth about to burst and swallow all his cum...

It no longer mattered that I didn't make money, in fact, sometimes that turned me on too: I suffered the greatest injustices and most inhuman humiliations just to satisfy the perversions and vices of a dominant and vicious male who had enslaved me to unimaginable limits.

Everything comes to an end, and after almost two years working in that office, one day I was kicked out.

I don't know if it was because it was time to give me a better contract or what, but the truth is that I wasn't too concerned about leaving that job. At least, I could finally escape from my hell of those afternoons devoted to being the slave, maid, secretary, and even toilet of that ruthless man.