Journal—Week 9
Monday 27th July
This morning Mr. Wilson untied me and I thanked him with a blowjob. As usual I swallowed it all for him, like a good girl. I think I am actually starting to get used to the taste and feel of cum in my mouth.
Afterwards he helped me shower and dress for work and we drove to the office in his car. I was rather spaced out with arousal so it was the safest thing. I could have caused a serious accident had I drove my own car.
It has been days since my last orgasm on Friday afternoon, and I really needed to cum so badly. I hoped that he would remove my chastity belt as soon as we got to the office. Unfortunately, we had a new employee that he had to go and welcome, so he did not have time for me.
I did my best to remain calm and focused as he introduced Sophie to everyone. He explained that she will be working in the accounts department to start.
The poor girl looked so nervous and out of her depth, and her clothes! She looked so frumpy in her trouser suit, certainly not executive material like me.
Sophie said that she had come from a consulting firm where she had recently enrolled in their management training program but now realized that she needed to work in a smaller company to get broader experience.
So it was not until after lunch that Mr. Wilson at last had time to remove my chastity belt. I was so ready for an orgasm and I would have frigged myself silly if he had not fastened my hands behind my back beforehand.
He used an inflatable gag to keep me quiet, after all it would not be right to disturb the whole office with my moans. It was clear to both us that I would not be able to hold back during the throes of pleasure.
Since I was bound, he helped me to achieve my orgasm with his fingers. He was gentle as he masturbated me. I had so much pent up desire and arousal that I quickly reached the point of no return and it was a truly awesome orgasm. Mr. Wilson somehow kept it rolling on and on what seemed like an hour nonstop. What a blast! I was in heaven. I could not believe how wonderful it felt to be cumming, so long and so strong, with Mr. Wilson’s fingers teasing my aching and eager clitoris. All the time he was saying “that’s right slave, cum for me.” He is so sweet to help fuel my fantasies like that.
I think I slept for an hour or so afterwards, but when Mr. Wilson returned he told me he did not mind that I had napped. He had been at an induction meeting with Sophie.
I guess he must have been aroused by seeing me bound since he immediately unfastened his pants, pulled out his large erection, and told me to help relieve his tension.
I just love sucking his cock! How would he be able to concentrate on the important business of running the company if he had all that pent up frustration? In a way, it is my duty to suck him off whenever he needs it, especially since I know that I am the one who caused it. I know that it is only a small thing, but I know that if I can help him out like that then it will help the company to flourish.
After that we spent some time testing products. There was another design of chastity belt that needed to be tested so I ended up wearing that for most of the day. In fact, I am still wearing it now, since Mr. Wilson decided that, like the first belt, it needs to be tested at home too. God, it is frustrating not to be able to orgasm, but then I enjoy the submissive feelings that fill me too, so I guess it balances.
Since I had not driven myself to work this morning, Mr. Wilson had to give me a ride home. Then he kindly spent some more time slave training me, before he left my place. It is so nice of him to sacrifice his time to help me live out my fantasies.
My arousal has swelled to such powerful levels as I followed his commands that I became almost delirious with pleasure. God I love obeying orders! I just wish I could masturbate right now, but that darn chastity belt prevents it.
My distractingly delirious pleasurable arousal is so powerful that if I still feel this way tomorrow morning there is no way it will be safe for me to drive to work. Mr. Wilson remarked as much. He told me he would pick me up and give me a ride like he did this morning. He is so kind and considerate.
Tuesday 28th July
Mr. Wilson arrived this morning to pick me up for a ride to work and I thanked him in the usual way. God I love the taste of cum!
At work, we continued testing products for a short while, and made excellent progress. In fact, Mr. Wilson is so pleased with our progress that he has arranged a meeting with the client on Thursday to show them what a great job we have been doing.
I am a little nervous. I hope that they are happy. A lot is riding on this.
Still, I am sure that the client will be pleased with our work. They were wise enough to employ us and have been so supportive over the last couple months. So while I feel a few butterflies in my belly about our presentation, I also feel excited. I know that we have done a great job and I am sure that they will be pleased.
Also, I am looking forward to seeing our customers again in person. I will be able to demonstrate just how much I have learned since Mr. Wilson took me on as a trainee, and now that I am a proper executive I am sure that I will feel comfortable interacting with such powerful and interesting people.
Maybe this time I will get to be more involved in the presentation. Last time I just had to stand there. Mr. Wilson certainly hinted that he expected I would be an integral part of the meeting on Thursday. That is good to hear, but still I cannot help but worry a little bit about how the meeting will turn out.
I think part of my worry has been to do with the vivid fantasies I have had since last time we met them. I regularly think about those men when I fantasize, finding myself imagining little naughy scenarious based on the last meeting. I guess it helps that they are all powerful men, all leaders of their departments and I cannot help imagining that they would make strong, powerful masters to a nice submissive naked and collared slavegirl.
Oh god, that was such a powerful image that I nearly had an orgasm just thinking about it. I would make such a slutty slavegirl. I am so naughty I know, but these fantasies get me really worked up. Plus, my pent up horniness is so strong right now that I feel like I am on a hair trigger.
I wish I could masturbate right now, but I am still locked in a chastity belt. Mr. Wilson gave me a ride home again tonight, but he was in a hurry to get back to work on preparing for the client presentation. He turned around and left my place right away, without spending any time with me, or helping me to cum, or even unlocking my belt.
Wednesday 29th July
I think that we are ready for tomorrow’s meeting. I am so excited and yet very nervous.
Mr. Wilson has explained that he thinks our presentation will be much better and have more impact if we do not just make it a simple slide presentation, or flip chart of images and graphs like last time. He thinks that the men from their company will appreciate everything much more if we go into some detail about the products themselves.
Mr. Wilson still has me wearing the chastity belt regularly. He wants me to wear it tonight, to help me focus for tomorrow’s meeting better.
I am not sure that belt is helping to focus my mind though. I am so turned on. I think I will be all worked up tomorrow if I do not get to cum tonight. It has been a long while since my last orgasm, as Mr. Wilson was too busy today to give me any. But I do not want to complain to Mr. Wilson. He has so much on his plate planning for tomorrow. He should have spent all day preparing, but he has been constantly interrupted. He had to go and see that new girl Sophie on a number of occasions. I suppose it is important to make sure that she is not making mistakes.
I have seen her around the office a couple of times, when I had to put my clothes back on to go and get coffee or to get printouts for the presentation. I noticed today that she has been allocated my old office. I suppose it is the only spare office space we have.
Anyway, I did not have time to chat with her, mainly because I was testing a little butterfly vibrator that was doing wonderful things to my clitoris and I did not want to embarrass myself in front of a junior member of staff.
Well, that is enough writing for tonight. Mr. Wilson has already left after dropping me off. He hurried back to work to complete a few last minute preparations. God I wish he had time to stay and give me a few orgasms, I am so incredibly horny I can hardly think straight.
Thursday 30th July
What an amazing day. My mind is in turmoil about whether I have made the right decision or not.
The day started out as usual when Mr. Wilson arrived to pick me up. After I gave him the regular thank you, he drove me to work.
I was so distracted by naughty daydreams and it had been so long since my last orgasm that my horny brain was all wrapped up in hot, arousing fantasies and I had a hard time paying attention to what was going on, so things kept suprising me all day.
My first surprise of the day came when Mr. Wilson had me stand in the center of the office. I was naked as usual, except for my six-inch heels, the slave collar, and that dastardly chastity belt. I knew it was only about thirty minutes until we had to leave for the meeting so I was a little surprised that he wanted to test some products right then, but I figured he just wanted a few final details.
In a few minutes, I wore a tight harness, made of a couple leather straps, which forced my breasts to bulge outward from my chest. My nipples were adorned with wicked little nipple clamps connected to my collar by a light chain.
He replaced my chastity belt with a regular leather belt plus crotch strap combination.
The crotch strap included a vibrator which it held in place, buried deeply in my pussy. There was a little notch cut from the center of the strap right at the top of my pussy and my poor throbbing clitoris seemed to be forced through that hole and protruded from the shiny black leather obscenely, all pink and wet.
Then he produced a long, leather coat and had me put it on myself. After that he locked bondage mittens on my hands and he helped me put them into the pockets of the coat. I discovered that the pockets had slits in the bottom, through which he clipped my mittens to tight straps which he fastened around my firm thighs.
Finally he buttoned all the buttons on the coat, right up to the neck. The neckline of the coat hid the thick leather collar around my neck. I guess I looked quite normal standing there, just a woman in a long coat with her hands in her pockets.
He picked up a large box containing a collection of the products we had tested and the notes for the presentation and then told me to follow him. It was only then that I realized he intended me to go to the meeting dressed like that.
It was quite a surprise. Before I could even think to say anything or protest, he left. I obediently followed him out the door and down the hallway. I guess I had spent so much time under his command on the weekend and subsequent evenings learning to follow his instructions without question that I just instinctively followed him this time too. We were already halfway down the hallway before my arousal-fogged brain caught up with the fact we were leaving our office.
I did not want to draw attention to myself in front of my coworkers so I waited until we were in the elevator to express my concern.
Mr. Wilson talked to me then, as we rode down the elevator, explaining why it was for the best. He wanted to properly demonstrate that we had tested the products thoroughly and this was the best approach. They were an important customer and this presentation was vital to the company’s future. A plain slide presentation would not be enough to impress such important people as the executives of our client.
Still, I knew I would be embarrassed to be seen like this in front of them. Take off the coat and my bondage outfit did not really conceal anything appropriately. My legs, ass, clit, and breasts were all on display. I meekly said so, in protest.
He calmly and patiently explained to me, as we walked to his car, that the client had financed and taken over Penelope’s Pleasures. They fully understood the product line and would not be shocked. They had seen plenty of scantily-clad women who had posed for product demo pictures on the website. And they knew the intended uses for their products.
In fact, he said as we drove to their building, that they would more than appreciate the effort we were going to for them. They would recognize the passion and dedication that I had put into testing their product line. That I clearly enjoyed my work would also be a big bonus.
His reassurances calmed me for a bit. Until we pulled into their car park. Then I remembered that I had wanted to turn around and get dressed properly. But Mr. Wilson had parked and was hurriedly getting out of the car and I had to scramble to catch up.
I had one last pang of doubt as we walked into their building but since Mr. Wilson had explained it all to me so clearly, I knew that I was being silly, that it was just nerves about the importance of the presentation. Now that we were there my mind was actually nice and calm and I knew that I could do a great job of presenting our work to the executives.
I did not really remember their offices from the last meeting, having been so spacey then. Thankfully since I was going to be part of the presentation this time I was wide awake and calm.
I was a little surprised to find out their office was actually a managed offices building rather than their own, but Mr. Wilson explained that their headquarters was overseas and as a progressive, modern, international company, they did not need a physical presence in every country. They simply hired managed office space when they needed it. It made a lot of sense.
We were ushered into the same meeting room as before. Nobody else was there. We had arrived a little early so that Mr. Wilson had time to setup everything.
The first thing he did was to help me remove my coat. I was pretty embarrassed to be so exposed, but Mr. Wilson reassured me that I looked perfect, the model of a submissive slavegirl, just like the sort of slave the dominant customers who would be buying and using these products would like to own. That set a flutter of excitement pulsing through my belly.
As he reassured me I felt his fingers gently caressing the nub of clitoris bulging through the hole in my crotch strap. I could not help myself quivering with passion. I had not had an orgasm for over a day and his touch reminded me how much I needed to cum. I resolved to do whatever was necessary to make this presentation a success.
Mr. Wilson opened the box and took out some items. The first were a pair of extra high-heeled boots. He had had me practice with them quite a few times over the weekend, so even though I did not particularly like such footwear I could handle them. Then he put my hair into a ponytail and finally placed a large black ballgag into my mouth.
I felt nervous but also extremely excited. This was the culmination of all my work so far, and while I knew that there was probably no more opportunity for promotion at Wilson Industries, I still wanted my work to be seen as exemplary. At the very least it would be excellent for my CV.
He clipped a leash onto my collar and led me to a point right at the front of the room. My hands were unclipped from my thighs and quickly fastened behind my back. With a little coaxing from Mr. Wilson I stepped my legs nice and wide. It was a little difficult in the boots but I managed it. Mr. Wilson told me how pleased he was and then made sure I could not close my legs by attaching a spreader bar between my ankles.
Mr. Wilson said I was a very good girl. He gave another quick stroke of my exposed and swollen clitoris and then finally he patted my exposed buttocks with a couple gentle and yet thrilling smacks.
I waited patiently, my protruding breasts rising and falling slightly with each breath, giving a little tug from my nipple clamps each time, as Mr. Wilson laid out item after item across the nearby table. When he finished he looked at his watch and told me that the gentlemen executives would be there in a few minutes.
He pulled an object from his pocket and I immediately recognized it as the remote control for the vibrator inside me. Smiling, he pressed the button and I felt the wonderful teasing vibrations start deep within my pussy. It was not enough to bring me to orgasm but it was certainly enough to make me turn my attention inwards.
I did not even notice when the executives arrived, it was only when they gathered around me and Mr. Wilson said “And you remember Juliet?” that I came to my senses, desperately trying to push the fog from my clouded mind.
I was so close to orgasm, and if I had not been gagged I would have begged permission for one, even in front of those men.
I knew I was blushing, but there was nothing I could do to hide myself or get away from their gaze. They were all very intent on looking at my mostly nude body, I guess happy to see their products in actual use.
Mr. Wilson went on to explain that I was now head of product testing and had personally tested all of the products. They were clearly impressed.
Then he said that I was the perfect tester for their products since I was so sexually submissive and I so thoroughly enjoyed being a sex slave. He explained that I was thrilled by the humiliation and degradation that this brought.
As he said that, while I knew it was true, I felt the humiliation of my public exposure as a submissive slut. It was terribly embarrassing to have my sexual fantasies exposed to these powerful men. I desperately wanted Mr. Wilson to stop discussing me, but since I was bound and gagged I could not protest. That just turned up the heat of my sexual desire.
Mr. Wilson then went on to discuss the products that bound my body. He first demonstrated how the harness constrained my torso and, in particular, forced my breasts out. He did this by caressing the taut skin of my breasts and to my immense embarrassment he invited the gentlemen to examine me too.
Four eager pairs of hands took their turn in touching my breasts. Each touch sent a shiver down my spine and built upon the throbbing within my swollen and oversensitive clitoris.
I found myself beginning to slip back into the fog of deep arousal as my concentration drifted away. All I could focus on were the hands touching me. I felt hands roaming all over my body.
The clips on my nipples were tugged, one of them even removed and my teat was milked, causing me to groan in pain and pleasure in equal measure. I am sure that one of the men even suckled at my hard nipple.
My buttocks were groped, squeezed, and pulled apart, and the strap dissecting them inspected.
My tender clitoris was stroked and teased and I almost had an orgasm right there and then. I think that the only thing which stopped me was Mr. Wilson whispering in my ear that I must not cum and embarrass him by being an ill-disciplined slut.
The crotch strap was even unfastened and the vibrator which had kept me simmering was withdrawn temporarily, only to be thrust back inside my slippery hole. I guess they all were interested since I felt the vibrator being pumped into me a good number of times. Eventually my crotch strap was refastened and I was allowed to catch my breath once more.
All through this examination, I was drifting on cloud nine. I was actually living one of my fantasies! Looking back on it now, I realize I was in the so called “subspace” that I have read about, a deeply submissive mindspace, and I know that I need this. I hunger to be treated this way, to be used and manipulated, I live to serve my company and the men who are my betters.
Then Mr. Wilson wanted to move onto some practical demonstrations.
My hands and legs were unbound and I found myself being put through my paces. Mr. Wilson used all the commands and instructions that I had learned last weekend to demonstrate how obedient I was.
I was not really sure why this was necessary for a product demonstration but I guess he thought it was useful to show how the products which I was wearing performed in use. Besides, the gentlemen all seemed to appreciate it.
I strutted back and forth, stood, bent over, and knelt in various embarrassing positions. Mr. Wilson used a riding crop to correct any mistakes I made and I certainly felt a few sharp stings to my bare bottom. I even crawled on all fours behind Mr. Wilson as he held my leash.
The men were all very interested in this demonstration and they took their turns instructing me. Some of them had foreign accents which I found difficult to understand so I made a few mistakes. Quite a few times they had to correct me with the crop.
I was extremely turned on by all this. I had dreamed of being treated like this so often. I just wished that I was free to masturbate. I desperately needed an orgasm, but I knew that I was under their control and did not deserve to orgasm without their permission. That just made it even worse because it stoked the fire in my pussy and drove me to buck my hips wildly whenever one of them stroked my so sensitive clitoris. That crotch strap was so cunning in its design.
And it seemed that my demonstration had an effect on all the men. Mr. Wilson, always thinking of the customers, must have noticed the problem. He remarked how erections are a typical reaction when testing these types of products, and he took out his own erection to demonstrate the solution.
He had me kneel in front of him, removed my gag, and beckoned me forward.
I felt awfully embarrassed. It is one thing to help him relieve his tension in the privacy of our office, but another thing entirely to do it in front of an audience. I hesitated. Yet I found I really wanted to do it for him. I had caused the problem and so I wanted to help out and solve it.
So I hesitantly took him in my mouth and began working my tongue over his cock. It felt so good that soon my concentration focused, narrowing on my task. I was in heaven. I love to please him like this.
As I took him deeply into my throat, Mr. Wilson was telling our audience how much I loved sucking cocks. It is true, I love giving blow jobs. And yet strangely I can remember not long ago that I hated the very idea. I guess I was naïve and narrowminded before I came to work at Wilson Industries. I have learned so much from Mr. Wilson for which I can never thank him enough.
It was not long before he shot his load and I dutifully swallowed it all. I love the taste of hot semen and besides I did not want to mess up the meeting room.
Then it was the others’ turns, if they wanted. A couple of the gentlemen stepped forward and, one at a time, I gave them the best blow jobs that I could manage. I took each into my throat when they pushed forward. I gazed up at them to show them how much I loved to service them. It felt so good, I could not believe how much I loved to service those powerful men. I swallowed their loads and then knelt back knees spread wide and my hands behind my back as Mr. Wilson congratulated me and the men all applauded my performance.
Unfortunately, Mr. Wilson said that even though I had performed very well, he still had to punish me. He bent me over one of the tables so that I was leaning on my elbows and he quickly bound me in place, my hands to the far side of the table and my legs wide spread.
As he was doing this, he explained that while the principal reason was to demonstrate the various punishment implements, I also needed to be chastised for hesitating a moment ago, when first instructed to suck him. I needed to be punished to learn that I had to follow instructions immediately and without even a moment of hesitation. He was right of course, I should have obeyed immedately, even though it was embarrassing.
My embarrassment raised a notch then, when he told them that I was such a naughty slut that I needed to masturbate constantly, and that he had been forced to impose a rule that I had to always ask for permission before I was allowed to orgasm. I felt so humiliated that he had revealed that to them.
My embarrassment climbed again when my crotch strap was unfastened once more and removed, along with the dildo. I knew that bent over the table as I was, with my legs tied so wide apart, that I was completely open and exposed to everyone’s view.
Mr. Wilson started with a simple spanking. In many ways it was reassuring to be punished. I realized that I needed it. I had performed poorly and I had to learn my lesson.
I was a little surprised when Mr. Wilson invited the others to spank me too, but it was so exciting. For some reason, I found it extremely arousing to be spanked by those men.
This was followed by the flogger and the paddle. I do not know who was spanking and who was whipping me, as they seemed to be taking it in turns. It all blurred together. Then I realized that hands had reached under me and were stroking and caressing breasts. It felt so wonderful to have my breasts touched while my bottom was being tanned.
I could hear Mr. Wilson saying that since I was a slave my body was open to anyone, I had to submit to whatever they wanted. He was correct of course. I knew that I had to please them and as a slave my body no longer belonged to me.
In a moment I felt another hand sliding under my belly and right down to my slit. I was going wild as the digit began to tickle my clit. I knew that I was still being spanked and whipped alternately, but I could no longer really feel the pain it was all one melange of sensations.
I really needed to cum and I could not help myself from yelling out “please may I cum Sir?”
Then at that moment I felt a something push inside my pussy. It was a cock and it drove me wild. I could not stop from thrusting back against it and screaming, “please may I come Sir? Please may I come Sir?” over and over again as I thrust back onto the cock.
It was then that I saw that Mr. Wilson was standing in front of me holding my arms firmly and he was softly saying “good girl. Take it like a good slavegirl. You are a good slavegirl. You need to submit and you do submit. You need to be owned and you are owned.”
It felt so amazing and so surreal. I knew that I was being fucked by one of the businessmen, and I was loving every single moment of it. As it had been over a day since my last orgasm, I quickly reached the edge and hovered there.
And when I could not hold back any longer, I felt him thrust into me deeply and hold tightly onto my hips and he ordered, “come now slave!” I exploded. It was the best orgasm I have ever had.
Over the next 30 minutes or so I was fucked again and again by the other men. It was fantastic. I never imagined anything so good. I orgasmed multiple times as my body was plundered for their pleasure.
Afterwards I was left panting still bent over the table. I do not know how long I remained there, my thoughts drifting in post-orgasmic bliss. Eventually I returned to reality when one of the executives unfastened me, removing all the straps, clips, bars, and bonds, and lettling them fall, leaving me nude.
He told me that Mr. Wilson was discussing business over coffee in another room. The man was quite gentle as he eased me up from the table, but was quite firm with me too.
He sat in one of the office chairs and told me I must sit in his lap. I quickly and obediently sat down. The fabric of his pants felt oddly delightful against my bare bottom.
I had spread my knees somewhat automatically as I sat, but with a little encouragement he got me to move them apart even wider, until I sat lewdly open in his lap. Then I had to put my hands behind my neck as I waited for further instruction. It felt so nice to be controlled.
He told me that I had done a very good job and that they were very happy with the product testing that I had done for them. He also said that they were impressed with me personally.
While he told me all this he slid his hand up my leg, caressing, all the way up until he cupped his hand over my dripping pussy. A finger slipped inside me and he gently began to play with me, rubbing my pussy. It felt so wonderful.
Then he dropped the bombshell.
He told me that they wanted to offer me a job. He wanted me to work directly for them. I would be in charge of Penelope’s Pleasures’ complete product range and the testing of all their products both new and existing for quality control purposes.
My pussy felt so incredibly sensitive, and my passion rose higher as his fingers pumped inside me. It was an amazing feeling. I am not sure when it started but his other hand had begun groping my tits, pinching and pulling my super sensitive nipples. Naturally, I was losing myself in those awesome sensations, thrusting my hips, biting my lip, closing my eyes, and letting my head arch back as I sat there on his lap.
He told me that I could not rise any further in Wilson Industries, the advantages of the small company which made it ideal for me when I joined became a disadvantage when I approached the top of the management tree. It made sense to me, I think, but I was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate as I squirmed in his lap and pushed my wet pussy into his thrusting fingers.
This new job would be a very responsible position, I would be a very highly placed executive at a multinational, and I would report directly and only to them, the Board of Directors.
Of course, he explained, they did not want to change a work pattern that had been so successful. So I would be able to, and in fact be required to, continue with the working practices that had made this project such a great success.
I found that he knew about how I spent my time at work recently. The thought of being able to continue being naked at work and in fact being contractually obliged to be naked at work, as I tested all those lovely toys really turned me on even more.
I had been worrying about what would happen once the project ended and this seemed like a good way to continue with work that I loved.
Still, I was a little concerned about what Mr. Wilson would think. I did not want to let him down, but this sounded like an excellent opportunity for me. Honestly, my concern for Mr. Wilson was rather far from my mind at that moment as I squirmed and thrust my hips. I was approaching another orgasm.
The man was talking to me as he masturbated me. But my passion had risen to the point I could not really concentrate on the conversation anymore. I was basically lost to the world, but I do remember him telling me that I was a good little slave, it was so exciting.
I think he was telling me that if I was very good I could be a proper slave, a proper slave to his company. I imagined they would even put it in my contract as my official job description. It was such a wonderful fantasy.
As I approached my orgasm he was telling me, “You’d love that wouldn’t you? You want to be our slave don’t you?”
And all I could do was keep nodding my head saying “Yes Sir, yes Sir.”
Oh it was so wonderful, and I know that this new job will be a dream come true for me. I cannot wait to be a powerful executive in a major company like theirs, and yet be able to play out my fantasies of being a slave. And those men are so strong and powerful, they make such wonderful masters.
Then he asked me, “Do you want to cum, slave?”
Panting heavily I gasped, “Yes! Please may I cum, Sir?”
“Before you may cum, you must tell me that you accept the position I have offered you.”
Oh I was so desperate, I could not do anything else but agree. I was almost sobbing with desire as I nodded and grunted “Yes Sir, yes Sir, I agree! Please may I cum Sir?”
“Good slave, and from now on you will address my colleagues and myself as ‘Master’, do you understand slave?”
Oh I almost orgasmed when he said that, but I managed to gasp out my desperate plea, “Please may I cum Master?”
To my great relief he smiled at me so kindly and nodded, “Yes, cum for your master, slave!” While it was not as strong as my earlier orgasm – how could it be? – it was so so wonderful to cum for my new master.
Soon afterwards, Mr. Wilson returned with the other men. They regagged me and then I knelt before them all as my new master explained to Mr. Wilson that he had offered me a job and that I had accepted it. My master told Mr. Wilson “Of course we will compensate you for the loss of such a good employee.”
It was quite surreal since I was gagged I could not take part in the discussion. They were planning my future and I had no say in it. I have to admit that I found the whole situation very arousing. I could imagine that I was not an executive after all and instead that I was really a slave.
Mr. Wilson seemed to take it very well, almost like he expected it. He agreed that I could leave to work for them immediately.
My new boss, or I suppose I should say Master—and oh that sounds so good!—said “I will arrange for her to fly out with us on our private jet tomorrow.”
I was to take their private executive jet to their corporate headquarters for my induction into the companty the very next day! I cannot believe how quickly everything is happening, but I am so excited about it.
But because the flight is so short notice, there will not be time to get me a passport for their country. One of the executives said that was not a big deal though, and explained how they could work around it by registering me officially with their government as property of their company. Then the laws of their country, which permit ownership of people, would allow me to enter their borders without needing a passport.
I got a little lost trying to follow all the details of their explanations, it all came at me so fast, but it mostly made sense and sounded fine. The executive produced a stack of thoseregistration forms, and a pen. I quickly signed all the forms and the men all praised me for being a good slave. That made me smile with amazing happy feelings, to have earned their praise.
Now I sit here at home. This will be my last entry in this journal for a while, at least until I return from my induction.
I am so happy about my new career path. I just know it is going to work out really well. My masters are such wise and intelligent men and I know that I am going to learn so much from them, and I am going to love being their naked and horny slavegirl.
My only concern is that I am back in the chastity belt, my new masters do not want me to play with “their property” until they have decided on “appropriate rules and boundaries” for me. It is all so new and exciting but oh so frustrating.
I cannot wait until I am on that plane tomorrow. They promised me that they will let me stay naked all through the flight! And that if I am a very good slavegirl that they might unlock my chastity belt and reward me with an orgasm. I am so excited!