5 comments/ 81641 views/ 23 favorites Temp Training By: Turned "So, did the temp agency explain the requirements of this job?" Ms. Zoe asked. "Well, actually they were pretty vague," Thomas replied, his eyes curiously wondering the background, wondering why the interview was being conducted in a hotel room. "But I told them I'm willing to do anything." Ms. Zoe smiled, "That's good…that you're willing to do anything. Because that is the job in a nutshell - you will be doing anything, and everything, that I tell you to do. And whatever that may be is subject to my personal whims. There are no specific duties involved, just whatever I feel like making you do. In any case, you will do whatever I want you to do without question." "Come again?" Thomas raised a suspicious eyebrow. Something about the way she'd said that didn't sit right with him. She was smiling, but her words, and her voice, were cold…sinister…devious even. "Let's just cut through the bullshit, shall we?" Ms. Zoe said, icily, "I've dealt with men like you before. The temp agency told me all about you. You're a convicted felon on parole and they can't find you a job anywhere because of it. And let's face it, with unemployment through the roof, employers can be very picky about who they hire. Bottom line is, no one is going to hire a piece of shit like you. And without a job, you are in violation of your parole and you will go back to prison. Isn't that right?" Ms. Zoe grinned devilishly. Thomas hung his head low, taken aback by her affront. "Yeah, that about sums it up I guess." "That makes me your only hope," Ms. Zoe stood up and looked down upon him. "So plain and simple, your ass is mine, bitch." "Bitch?" Thomas whined incredulously. "Why are you…" "Shut up!" She cut him off mid-sentence with a firm slap across the face. "That's right, I called you a bitch." She gripped a fist full of his hair and yanked his head back to force his eyes up at her, "And if you don't like it you can walk out the door right now. Enjoy your prison cell. If not, then accept it - you are my bitch. Understand?" "Yes," Thomas nodded submissively. He had no choice and they both knew it. Ms. Zoe took a step back and gave him the once over, seemingly surmising just exactly how far he could be pushed. She looked at him the way a child looks at a new toy on Christmas morning…but she was far more calculated than a child. She had plans for him and he could see it in her eyes. Simultaneously, Thomas attempted to size her up as well. But all attempts to delve into the inner workings of her mind were thwarted by her distracting sex appeal. He was fearful, intimidated, worried what injustices and disrespect he may be forced to suffer at the hands of his oppressive new boss. His circumstances left him helpless and at her mercy, an unfamiliar feeling that was turning his stomach in knots. But despite all his turmoil, all he could ponder at the moment was whether or not the silky stockings that hugged her legs were pantyhose or thigh-highs. Thigh-highs he guessed, she didn't seem like the pantyhose type. And did they have the stay up tops or were they held in place by a garter belt? Her skirt was just short enough that he thought if she moved just right he might catch a glimpse. He shook his head in frustration, cursing himself for being so shallow. There were a hundred more important questions he should be asking himself right now, but he couldn't. Never mind her bitchy attitude and cold remarks - she'd just referred to him as her bitch and slapped him across the face five minutes after making his acquaintance - he was smitten with her. She was sexy in spite of her pseudo-conservative attire. Her top clung to her like a second layer of skin and was unbuttoned low enough to dare eyes to wonder but still left much to the imagination. Her skirt was too long to be slutty but short enough to make him hope for a glimpse of naked flesh above her stockings. Her heels were open toed. Her appearance said she was someone to be taken seriously and someone who had a naughty side all at the same time. "If you accept my terms of employment…that you are my bitch to do with as I please, then lets get you trained in properly." Ms. Zoe sneered, "First of all, I have a specific dress code in mind for you. This is not acceptable." She tugged at his collar. "Take it off." "The shirt?" Thomas asked. "Everything. Strip, bitch!" She demanded. Thomas hesitated for a moment and was promptly slapped across the face. "Don't make me repeat myself, bitch. Get naked, now!" Hoping to avoid another stinging slap, he nervously and clumsily discarded his clothes. Instantly he found himself feeling self conscious and humiliated, standing naked in front of his fully clothed female boss. She circled him like a shark, looking him over, giggling to herself, giving him a hard smack on his bare ass each time she passed behind him. "You're even more of a bitch than I thought, Thomas," Ms. Zoe mused, slapping him between the legs. "What the hell is that!?" She laughed. "You mean my cock?" Thomas felt himself turning red in the face. "Oh that's not what I would call it," She chuckled. "This stupid little thing is not a cock. You call yourself a man?" "Well…I …I" "Are you married, Thomas?" Ms. Zoe asked coyly. "Yes," He nervously responded. "Your wife fucks other men," She said, smiling. "What!?" His face lit up with anguished surprise at her crass comment. "Well she doesn't have sex with you, does she? I can't imagine how she would!" Thomas hesitated only a moment and was quickly slapped and instructed to answer the question. "N…No. Not in a while now." Ms. Zoe grinned. "Because you're not even a man. You must know that you cant please a woman with a pathetic, tiny little cock like that. She's probably lying on her back right now, spreading her legs for a real man with a real cock. She knows what a pathetic, sissy little bitch you are, even if she doesn't tell you." "My…my wife loves me," Thomas defiantly insisted. Ms. Zoe laughed, "Yes, I'm sure, the way someone loves a puppy, something so weak and helpless like you. Not the way a woman loves a real man. She pities you I'm sure, while she finds other men to satisfy her the way a man is supposed to, the way you can't. This job is going to be good for you, Thomas, you're going to learn to accept being the sissy you really are." "But I am not a," His protest was cut short by a swift slap across the face. "Shut up, bitch," She silenced him. "Rule number one in this job is that you do whatever I tell you without question or hesitation. You seem to be having a hard time with that. Rule two is don't ever fucking argue with me!" "But!" "Shut up!" Ms. Zoe slapped him again. "Do not speak to me unless asked a question or instructed to do so. Period. I'm starting to wonder if you really want this job. Should I send you home and call your parole officer?" "No," Thomas bowed his head. "Then you'd better learn your place quick, bitch! Bend over!" She commanded, gripping him firmly by his hair and forcing him to bend over the table in the corner of the room. "If you so much as think about moving from this position, this interview is over, understand?" "Yes," he replied meekly. "Good!" She said giving him a hard smack on the ass. "Now tell me, who owns you, bitch!" She spanked him again. "You do," he whimpered. "What's my name!" She smacked his ass hard. "Miss Zoe!" He yelped. "Are you Ms. Zoe's bitch?" She coyly asked, landing another hard slap on his ass. "Yes!" "Yes what, bitch?" Again she whacked his bare ass. "Yes, I'm Ms. Zoe's bitch!" "Say it again!" The spanking continued. "I'm your bitch!" He wailed. "Don't ever fucking forget it!" She carped. The onslaught of repeated hard slaps across his ass continued, as he whimpered with each lashing, while she amusedly degraded him, reminding him of his submissive status. "Please stop!" he cried out incredulously, his ass bright red. "I understand! I'm your bitch! I'll do anything you say!" "You want me to stop, you little pussy?" Ms. Zoe gave his ass one final smack for good measure. "Then get on your hands and knees where you belong, and beg!" Thomas immediately descended to the floor on all fours. "Please don't spank me anymore! I swear I will obey you!" Ms. Zoe clutched him by the hair and yanked his head back to face up at her. "When you ask me for something, I expect you to be either kissing my feet, or kissing my ass!" "Please don't spank me anymore!" Thomas repeated, showering her stocking clad feet with kisses. "I'll do anything you say. I'll be a good bitch. I promise!" Ms. Zoe smiled. "Now you're learning. Good girl." "Girl?" Thomas gasped. "What did I say! Must I repeat myself?" "No ma'am," Thomas bowed and kissed her foot again. "Thank you." "Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get spankings," Ms. Zoe said, plainly. "You want to be a good girl, don't you?" Thomas blushed, humiliated by her assault against his masculinity. "Yes, Ms. Zoe," he said, shyly, planting another smooch on her foot. "Don't you just love being at my beautiful feet?" She asked rhetorically. "Yes," Thomas knew the only answer he could give. "Aren't they perfect?" She said, sliding off her shoes, taking a seat on the bed, and rubbing them against his face. "Yes Ms. Zoe, your feet are wonderful." "I know. And for being a good little bitch, I'm going to let you suck my toes," she said, prodding her big toe against his lip. "But your stockings are still on," Thomas noted. "So what?" She said, impatiently. "Suck my toes bitch! All of them!" Her stocking covered foot pressed forcefully against his mouth, and he opened as wide as he could, taking in all of her toes, sucking on them greedily. "Yes, that's right, suck my toes you little bitch. You are so good at that! I can tell you really love being my toe sucker, don't you!" Ms. Zoe jubilantly exclaimed. "Yes, Ms. Zoe," he mumbled, with her foot in his mouth. "I'm glad, because this is part of your daily job description. But even if you didn't like it, so what? You're going to do it anyway. Now do a good job on the other one," she instructed, removing her dainty foot from his mouth and replacing it with the other one. Thomas held her foot in his hand, carefully wrapping his lips around her toes; he began to suck them individually, and then as a group. Seeing the satisfied look on her face, he began to gently massage her foot while he worshiped her toes. Daring to let them out of his mouth, he began to kiss her sole and heel. "Well look at you, going the extra mile," Ms. Zoe grinned, "I like that. But I didn't say you could take my toes out of your mouth, did I bitch?" "No. I'm sorry," Thomas apologized, quickly putting her toes back in his mouth. "Awww, you love my feet so much, I'll let you get back to that later if you're good. Right now, I want you to lay on your stomach," She instructed, pulling her foot away from him. Thomas did as ordered, face down on the floor. He felt her foot on his back and then tensed as he felt her full weight on top of him as she stood on his back. He heard a zipper, then felt something land on his back, an article of clothing? Her feet pressed into him as she walked on him with short steps. Suddenly her top landed on the chair beside him. He felt one foot raise up, then replant, followed by the other. He saw her skirt land on the chair next to her top. Finally she stepped down onto the floor and instructed him to roll over. His jaw went slack as he looked up to find her wearing only a tight corset, thong, and stockings. Her cleavage was seemingly ready to burst out at any moment, and he hoped it did. The pale skin above the tops of her thigh-high stockings enticed him, the outline of her pussy visible through the fabric of the thong. With such a divinely sexy and scantily clad woman towering over him, for a moment, he didn't feel so bad about this new job. She kneeled down on top of his chest, her knees at his flanks, and slapped him briskly. "When you have been given the privilege to suck my toes, don't ever take them out of your mouth without permission!" "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry," Thomas said, meekly. "You will be if you ever do it again!" She sniped, grabbing his nipples and pinching them tightly. "Ahhhhh!" He groaned, "That hurts!" "Quiet, you little pussy," she barked, turning around, she lowered her ass into his face and demanded that he kiss it. She reached for his semi-hard cock and began to stroke it as he planted one kiss after another on her well-turned ass. Once fully erect, she gave it a hard slap, then another. "Stupid, useless thing," she muttered. Slapping it around some more, she droned, "I can't believe your poor wife actually wasted her time letting you put this in her." "Can we leave my wife out of it, please?" Thomas boldly protested, immediately regretting his words the moment they left his mouth. "Excuse me?" She said, angrily. "Talking back again, bitch?" Ms. Zoe stood up, grabbing him by his hair and forcing him up onto his knees as she did. "You don't tell me what to say! I own you, pussy!" She slapped him across the face. "I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean…" "Shut up, sissy!" She demanded. She stared him down for a moment as if contemplating what to do next, and then to his amazement, she methodically pulled her thong down to the floor, exposing her neatly shaved pussy! Taking her thong in her hand, she yanked on his chin, instructing him to open up, and then stuffed her balled up panties into his mouth. "Time to bend over, again, bitch," she took him by the hair and forced him to lean over the bed. "I warned you about speaking without being told to!" "I'm sorry!" he tried to plead, but his words were inaudible with her panties in his mouth. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, she paddled his ass hard with her bare hand, while the other kept his hair tightly in her clutches. Her barrage of degrading and humiliating slander tuned his face as red as his ass, and he could say nothing in defense, his words muffled by her sweet tasting thong. Once satisfied that he'd been taught his lesson, Ms. Zoe ordered him to crawl onto the bed and lay on his back. Crawling on top of him until she was hovering over his face, she pulled her thong from his mouth. "This is your chance to make up for your stupid comment. Now do something useful with that mouth of yours. Lick me, bitch!" Ms. Zoe harped, lowering her bare pussy onto his lips. Thomas eagerly extended his tongue and licked away at her sweet mound as she grinded herself against his face. Her words skipped back and forth from instructional to degrading, one moment explaining exactly how to please her, the next moment crushing his ego with derogatory comments and name calling. "Yeeeees!" Ms. Zoe moaned, "Tongue my clit just like that you sissy slut! Your mouth is going to be my cum receptacle!" Thomas felt her tense up. She grinded her pussy harder against his face, her motion was becoming erratic, her breath heavier, and soon she was gushing fluid on his face. Her juices trickled down his cheeks and chin and still she kept riding him, prolonging her orgasm, until his face was drenched in her sweetness. ""Good job, bitch," she said, aloofly, dismounting him and collapsing onto her back. He stared over at her and noticed that both of her pierced nipples were now sticking out the top of her corset. He was dying to reach for them, but didn't dare. Sprawled out on the bed in nothing but her corset and stockings, she looked unbelievably sexy. Nothing about her appearance would have suggested her sadistic nature. In spite of all that he'd had to endure at her hands, all he could think of was how badly he wanted to fuck her. "Um…Ms. Zoe…um…can I please kiss your nipples?" Thomas asked, very carefully. "Why should I let you do that? What have you done to earn it?" "Well I…I made you cum just now. Isn't that worth something?" He inquired. "You silly little bitch, you didn't make me do anything! I used you like a fuck toy to have an orgasm. You didn't have a choice!" She sneered at him. "Now make yourself useful and remove my stockings." "Yes, ma'am," he mumbled. For fear of being slapped or spanked again, he didn't waste any time pouting over her refusal, quickly, but carefully, gliding the silky stockings down her long legs pulling them off. "Where should I put these Ms. Zoe?" "Put them on," she said plainly. Thomas stared at the women's hosiery, perplexed. "Put…put them on?" Ms. Zoe slowly rose from her relaxed position, sitting up to look him in the face. Then, without warning, slapped him. "If I have to repeat myself you aren't going to like it," she stated, casually rolling onto her side and resting her head on her hand. Thomas heeded her warning and began rolling the stockings up his own legs, puling them as high up on his thighs as they would go. Being thin, and barely taller than her, they seemed to fit him perfectly. "Stand up and show me how they look, bitch," Ms. Zoe demanded. Thomas did as instructed and she began to chuckle. "Now you look more like the sissy you are!" Thomas turned bright red in the face, staring down at his feet, ashamed. "Do you like how they feel, sissy?" Ms. Zoe said, coyly. Thomas shyly shrugged. "I feel weird." "Well get used to them. They will be a part of your daily dress code at work from now on." "I can't wear women's stockings everyday!" Thomas whined. "You can and you will, bitch. Don't you ever try your wife's lingerie on at home?" She asked, smiling. "No!" "Well you should. Do you think it would fit you?" "I…I don't know!" "I suggest you find out. Because if not you're going to have to go shopping for some lingerie that does fit you," she told him. "Everyday when you come to work, I expect to see you wearing stockings, high heels, panties, and a bra or corset." "You're going to make me change into women's underwear when I come to work!?" Thomas looked mortified. "No, you're not going to change when you come to work. You're going to show up at work wearing the appropriate clothing!" She hissed. "I don't care if you put them on at home, or in your car in the parking lot. But I don't ever want to see you wearing men's clothing again. You are not a man, you sissy little bitch!" Thomas stood there with a horrified expression on his face. He could only imagine the looks he would get walking around in women's clothes, even if just through a hotel parking lot! Then a question popped into his head, that he realized he was late in asking. "Where is work? You don't rent expensive hotel rooms like this everyday just to…to…" Thomas paused to choose his words carefully. "To use amuse myself with my sissy whores?" Ms. Zoe completed his sentence. "No, I don't. Why don't you be a good bitch, get on your knees, and clean my feet with your tongue. Then I'll explain this job a little better to you." Thomas sunk to his knees, and found her shapely, pale, white feet, with perfectly manicured toes, waiting for him at the edge of the bed. He took a long slow lick from her heel to her toes, waiting for her explanation. "Clean them good, bitch. And don't forget to get in between my toes. Do not miss a single millimeter of flesh or I am going to slap the shit out of you, pussy little toe sucker!" Temp Training "Yes, ma'am," Thomas submissively agreed. He went to work with his tongue, slowly working over her feet, one at a time, being extra careful not to miss any where, sometimes returning to same spot twice just to be sure. "Yes, just like that, bitch. Worship my pretty feet, show me how much you love them!" Ms. Zoe moaned softly, taking great pleasure in the careful attention he was giving her feet. "You will sometimes be going to hotels like this one, and sometimes directly to the clients home," she explained. "I'll be calling you every morning to let you know where to go. My clients are very exclusive, powerful women, who just adore using sissies like you for their entertainment!" Thomas stared up at her with wide eyes, her toes lodged in his mouth. "You're a pimp?" he muttered, quickly wishing he hadn't. Ms. Zoe laughed. "The correct term would be Madame, you stupid sissy. But if you choose to see me as a 'pimp', then so be it. I'm going to pimp your sissy ass out and you are going to go work that ass and get me my money, bitch!" "And what am I supposed to tell my parole officer that I do for a living?" Thomas stopped and quarreled. "Just tell him you work for Madame Zoe. He knows me very well," She stated, evenly. "He knows…how!?" "I have a handful of male clients as well. He's been a customer for years. In fact, I suspect he will probably be requesting you since he's the one who referred you to that temp agency. He knows where the agency sends desperate ex-cons like you. And Kim, the girl who runs the temp agency; a client of mine as well. She's your first appointment, tomorrow." Thomas stood up. "So you want me to be a…a…" "A sissy whore, like I said, bitch! That's what you are, and what you will remain until either your parole is up, or until you disobey me and I have you sent back to prison!" "Fuck you, I'm done!" Thomas indignantly replied. "Really?" Ms. Zoe sat up on her knees at the edge of the bed to face him. "So you let me use you like this, humiliate you, punish you, and only to end up quitting? I don't think so." "Oh no? Watch me!" He said, defiantly. "You'll either be my botch, or someone else's bitch in prison." Ms. Zoe reached and grabbed his erect cock. "You could have walked out the door an hour ago. Most men who have any self-respect for themselves, do. They don't care about prison as long as they have their pride. But not you. You submitted so easily. You liked it. I know you did. Your little sissy dick is hard, that's all the proof I need." Thomas stood still as a statue, his mind telling him to move but his body refusing with her hand stroking him. She leaned closer, her pierced nipples brushing against his chest. "You know you're just a submissive little bitch, don't you? And you like being that way. You just needed someone like me to show you. Don't let your foolish pride deny you the opportunity to be what you know you are. You want to worship me, and be my sissy whore, don't you?" "Y…yes," he couldn't believe the answer that involuntarily came out of his mouth. "And you'll love being a toy for my clients as well, knowing that you're doing it to please me. Because that's all that really matters, pleasing your mistress, isn't that right?" She said, nibbling his ear lobe. "Yes, mistress," he breathed heavily, her long nails now teasing his balls. "Long after your parole is over, you'll still be at my feet, worshipping my toes, begging me to keep you as my bitch. Because you already love it!" To his surprise she leaned in and kissed him, passionately, letting him hungrily lick her hot tongue. Almost as suddenly as the kiss began, it ended, Mistress Zoe pulling away and giving him a slap across the face. "What do you think you should do now?" She asked, turning around and poking her ass out off the edge of the bed. Thomas went to his knees immediately and began to kiss her ass. "Thank you mistress, for making me your bitch! Thank you for letting me lick your feet! I love worshipping you! I'll do anything to please you!" He exclaimed, frantically planting passionate kisses on her bum. He had no idea where all of this was coming from, but his trepidations about this humiliating, submissive role were quickly diminishing. On one hand, she had him. No way was he going back to prison, no matter what. Whether willing or not, he knew this wasn't a choice. On the other hand, he knew there was some truth in her words. The humiliation and the punishment -- that, he could live without. But to be controlled by a powerful and beautiful woman, something was strangely arousing about it. He thought of other possible options, like flipping burgers or cleaning toilets. The world wasn't full of jobs for felons. If his job was going to be to worship the feet and lick the pussies of powerful women, even if he had to wear lingerie and be humiliated in the process, it wasn't the worst thing that could happen. And Ms. Zoe, the exquisite creature that she was, was to die for. He set his mind to making this work - he would do whatever he had to, to please her. "Enough groveling, bitch. Now I have one more lesson to teach you before your appointment tomorrow." Ms. Zoe disappeared into another room, leaving Thomas sitting there on his knees. He looked down at his hard cock…and then the silky women's stockings on his legs. He felt himself blushing all over again. This is insane, where is my self respect? I should grab my pants and run out of here right now, he thought. Already he was second guessing his choice to stay. But his legs wouldn't move. Run! His inner voice told him. Stay and play. You like this, you know you do! He heard his mistresses voice in his head. Be a man! His conscience told him. You are not a man, you're my bitch! He heard her voice again in his mind. Ms. Zoe returned, an average sized strap-on dildo was bobbing up and down in front of her like her own cock. Thomas knew exactly what was going to happen next, and his silent debate with himself was beginning to favor his abrupt exit. Ms. Zoe left no time for debate, walking straight over to him and forcefully shoving it in his mouth. "Suck my cock like the little sissy bitch you are!" Thomas resigned himself back to his submissive role and bobbed his head back and forth on her toy cock. The only thing he was thinking was where she was about to put her plastic dick next. "Yes, bitch. Show me what a good little cock sucker you are," Ms. Zoe taunted him, rocking her hips to fuck his mouth. "Look at me when you suck my cock, bitch! I want you to see who's using your mouth like a fuck toy!" Thomas stared up at her submissively, and she glared back down at him with a lustful, expression. He wondered if this somehow turned her on, treating him like this. Surely it must, he figured, but up to that point he hadn't considered that it was as much about sexual gratification for her as it was about using him for her gain. Ms. Zoe pulled her cock out of his mouth, and slapped him, as he was accustomed to her doing at this point. "Did you enjoy that, bitch?" "Yes mistress. Thank you," he told her what he knew she wanted to hear, as he bent down and kissed her foot. "Now get onto the bed, on your hands and knees, like a good little bitch," she demanded, leading him up by his hair. With a deep, nervous breath, he followed her instructions. He knew he was about to get fucked. He could only thank his stars that the dildo wasn't excessively large, six to seven inches by his estimation and not terribly thick. Thomas guessed she probably had much larger toys than that at her disposal and almost wanted to thank her for not forcing him to take a larger one. If he didn't take this anal pounding to her satisfaction, he could only imagine what size might be next. "You know I'm about to shove this cock up your sissy ass, don't you, bitch?" Ms. Zoe said, sapping him hard on the ass. "Yes mistress," he sighed heavily. "You're going to learn to love it. At least you'd better, because from now on you are going to be getting fucked in the ass every, single, day." Ms. Zoe gave his ass another whack. "I want you to beg me for it. Tell me how badly you need to be fucked, bitch!" "Please fuck my ass, mistress!" Thomas did his best to sound like he wanted it, as he felt warm lube being poured on his hole. "Not convincing enough! Is my cock too small for you? Are you a size queen? I have bigger ones!" She threatened, spanking his ass again. Frightened by her threat, and knowing it was sincere, he gushed, "Oh, please fuck me, mistress! I want my ass pounded! Give me your big cock! I need it! Fuck me like the sissy little bitch I am!" "That's a good little bitch, show me how much you love it!" Ms. Zoe pressed into his sphincter, slowly at first, until she had it all the way in. She slid out slightly, and then back in, out, in and out, in and out, each time increasing speed. "Who owns this ass, bitch!" She said with another hard slap across his ass. "You own it!" He cried. "You like that don't you! Getting fucked like a sissy whore!" "Yes mistress! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm your sissy whore!' "Louder bitch!" She slapped his ass hard. "Fuck me, oh yes! Give it to me! I'm your bitch!" He wailed. "That's right sissy! Take that cock! I fucking own you, bitch! You're going to go make me a lot of money with your sissy ass, aren't you bitch!" "Yes! I'm going to work this ass and make your money!" She gripped his hair in one hand, and slapped his ass repeatedly with the other, spewing one humiliating remark at him after another. Thomas moaned and whined his approval and agreement each time, becoming so convincing that he was starting to wonder himself if he was just trying to appease her or actually enjoying it. He found himself doing half the work, throwing his ass back into her, meeting her thrusts half way. Ms. Zoe pulled out of him and made him roll onto his back and hold his legs up high so she could penetrate him face to face. Her degrading comments didn't cease, nor did the abuse of her hands. Rather than spanking his ass as she fucked him, she'd simply reach out and slap his face every so often, and make him thank her for pounding his ass. She fucked him hard for longer than he could keep track of. Time didn't matter any more to him, laying on his back, watching her beautiful tits hanging out of her corset bouncing up and down as she mercilessly stuffed his ass with her strap-on, he wasn't sure he wanted it to end any more. But it soon would as she grabbed his cock and began jerking him off as she fucked him. Soon he was squirting all over his own chest and face. Ms. Zoe laughed at him and the mess he'd made of himself. She unharnessed her fake cock and let it fall to the floor. "At my feet, bitch," was all she had to say to have Thomas on the floor kissing her toes. "Let's clean you up." She gripped his hair and made him crawl into the bathroom beside her, and into the shower. She joined him, standing above him with one leg propped up on the side of tub, holding his head firmly in place in front of her shaved pussy. He thought maybe his job was to lick her again, but her golden piss came flowing out as he leaned forward, hitting him in the face, and the neck, running down his chest. He sat there, allowing himself to be used as her toilet, kissing her naval her hot pee ran down his chin. When she'd finished relieving herself on his body, she turned and had him undo her corset. Then, setting it aside, she turned on the shower, her tall frame not allowing the water to reach Thomas. She made him sit there at the edge of the tub, covered in her piss, as she cleansed her own body. Handing him the soap, he was ordered to clean her legs and feet, which he did in an almost loving and thoughtful manner, kissing her everywhere he washed. Ms. Zoe smiled down at her new slave, musing not only at how easily he'd submitted, but how he had become uncommonly affectionate towards her after having been forced into his situation. "You were definitely meant to be my bitch. It suits you." Ms. Zoe commented as he was once again kissing her feet. "Thank you, mistress," Thomas said, sincerely. "Now clean yourself up, bitch. Go home to your wife and pretend to be a man again if you want, or just tell her the truth. I don't care. But make sure you are dressed appropriately when you arrive for your appointment tomorrow. I'll call in the morning with details," Ms. Zoe said, stepping out of the shower, and closing the curtain.