The Interview

I had lost my job. I had been a Supervisor with a great deal of responsibility and many people under me. Once the incident about the shirt had come out, I had lost my authority. People would just ignore me or laugh and smirk whenever I told them to do something. After a couple of months, I was called into the office and asked to resign. Management had heard some rumors about me, but beyond that, they said that they could see that I was not cut out for this job. They offered me a demotion, but the shame would have been too great. I resigned.

Because I had resigned, I did not qualify for unemployment benefits. Money would be tight and I would have to get back to work very soon. Of course the first person I told was Barbara, she let out a small laugh and said that “she had expected that”. I applied to a variety of places, both online and in person, but the economy was hurting and my phone was not ringing. I still managed to pay my obligations, including Barbara's phone. My phone bill and car payment were past due and I was truly getting desperate. Barbara finally said that she would see if she could find something that “matches my qualifications.”

A few days later I received an email from Barbara. It was an application for employment with her organization! I was excited at the prospect of being Barbara's co-worker again. I knew she did some very important work and I felt honored that she thought enough of my abilities to include me on her team. I sent off the application and resume immediately.

I did not hear anything back that week. I called and asked her how things were going. She said that she was “so busy with important matters that she had almost forgotten about it.” She said she would get to it when she had time. She also reminded me that I should “not expect any special treatment. I was just another applicant.” Two weeks later I had still not heard anything. I was eating peanut butter sandwiches with day old bread every day to save money. Finally, I got an email that said I had an interview set for tomorrow at 7 am. I spent the night ironing my clothes and of course chose to wear the pink shirt that had started this all.

When I arrived at 6:50 am. I was told to wait in the hall until I was called in. There was a small chair in the hall and I sat there for roughly 45 minutes, watching people come and go. Everyone seemed very professional and very smart. I was truly impressed and felt good again that Barbara had chosen me to join her. When she opened the door to her office, she curtly said “Come in.” I stepped into a large office with a couple of desks, a small desk in one corner and several computers running what appeared to be a variety of database programs. One was also set to a government database through the internet. Her desk and chair were plush. I knew she spent many hours at work and her comfort was very important. She was dressed perfectly with a red blouse that offered the slightest hint of her breasts. She also wore a short black jacket, unbuttoned with black pearls. She had a short straight black skirt on which came to about 2 inches above her knees. She had on spotless black patent pumps with a 3-1/2 inch heel. Clearly sexy yet business professional.

I sat in a small plastic chair as she reviewed my application. The chair was much lower than her desk so she was easily able to look down on me. She told me to explain the circumstances of my resignation, even though she already knew about them. After I finished, she sighed and said “fortunately for you, it is not important for you to have aggressive decision making skills for the job I have in mind.” She went on to explain that I had no real qualifications for the kind of work they do there. She paused again to consider my application. I waited, afraid that I would not be accepted. She stood up and walked around her desk. She leaned on the edge of the desk and looked down on me. “You have no skills, so you cannot expect to have a job with any responsibility here. I am willing to take a chance on you as a trainee. How does that sound to you?” With her standing over me, I was so horny, I could barely process the words she was saying. At that point anything would have sounded good and between my hard on and my desperate finances, I accepted the trainee position without even knowing what I would be trained for. She stood up and inched closer to me. Hands on her hips, she looked down into my face, which was feverish with desire. She knew that I was once again thinking through my cock brain. “I will hire you as a data entry clerk/secretary. You will be on probation for 2 years and during that time you may be terminated by me with or without cause at any time and without any explanation due. You will be paid minimum wage without benefits.” Her knee was just above my cock now and my little brain wanted to kneel down and cum at her feet. I was sweating as I nodded yes. She said “I want you to say I accept the position. Say it!” I immediately said “I accept the position.” “Good” she said. “Your hours will be from 7 am until 4 pm, but in reality, you work when I work. I sometimes come in as early as 4 am and stay as late as 2 am. You will always have your phone on, you will always take my call, and you will always be available.” I nodded as she continued, “You are not worth paying overtime, so you will consider any extra time you are here as personal service and you will not mark it on your time card. If you have even one minute of overtime on your card, I will terminate you. Do you understand that?” I looked up and she smiled. “You must understand your place here. You will be allowed to dress casually because I do not want anyone to confuse you for a professional or anyone in authority.” She walked over to a file cabinet and extracted a small package. “You will wear this during business hours and while running errands for the company or myself.” She tossed me the package, it was some sort of sleeveless smock, it was baby blue and had a head and arm holes. On the back in pink block letters it read “TRAINEE.” “Try it on” she said. As I slipped it over my head as she poured herself some water from a steel pitcher into a crystal goblet. I sat down again in the chair and she walked over and stood over me. She looked down and noticed that I had a stain on my pants from being so excited. She smiled and poured a few drops of water onto my pants, “To cool you off” she said. “Understand, you are starting off at the bottom of the totem pole. You will type, copy, scan, answer phones, empty trash, clean toilets or pretty much anything else I tell you to do. Because my time is valuable and your time is not, you will also run errands for me. You will fetch coffee, drop off and pick up my dry cleaning, and either get my car washed or wash it yourself. I often work from home, so I may want you to cook and clean there as well. What is most important is that you maintain the proper attitude. If you cannot behave I will terminate you without any hesitation or regret". It is strange thing to be so fearful and excited at the same time. My mind was in absolute conflict. I knew I needed this job and that even more importantly, this woman understood how to handle me. I feared to meet her eyes, but as I did, I saw a look I could not fathom. It was a smile, but not the kind that expresses care, it was more the look of triumph, the look one might get when they know that have won a great victory. She went on to say “Your must have your mind on this job 24/7 and that means that you must have your mind on me 24/7. You must develop into someone who can read my mind and moods. If after 2 years, you please me enough, I will give you a small raise and you will not have to wear that smock any longer. Until then, obedience and attention are what I demand. Can you do that?” she asked. My cock brain was throbbing simply due to the tone in her voice. I eagerly nodded yes. She said “We shall see. Kneel before me!” I dropped to the floor in front of her. “You must learn and to learn you must obey. I am not going to put up with your childish nonsense, you step out of line even once and you are terminated. Here are some basic rules.” She came closer to me, so close I could almost see up her skirt. She pressed the toe of her right heel into my crotch and stepped down. She said “You will not speak to any employee unless spoken to first. You will limit conversation to business related tasks. If you are walking in a hallway and others approach you, you will step aside to give them the right of way. If you are waiting for something and are near others, you are not to interrupt them or join their conversation, clearly you have nothing important to say.” She pressed harder with her foot. “You will turn and face the wall until you are told to leave or are able to complete your task. You will obey the orders of everyone from the doctors to the teenage interns unless it interferes with completing a task for me. You are below everyone here but I am your boss and ultimate authority. When I have no use for you, and because you are stupid and lazy, I am sure that will be often, I may at my discretion, loan you out to other departments. You will not disappoint me. If I hear about any backtalk or laziness on your part from anyone, you are terminated.” My cock brain was completely under her foot as I quickly nodded my agreement. She twisted her foot like she was stubbing out a cigarette. “Oh this reminds me, you will also clean the smokers area outside, you will clean the ashtrays and pick up any butts that are on the ground. You will also carry a lighter with you in case anyone needs to have their cigarette lit.” I could not hold back any longer, I exploded cum through my “Hello Kitty” panties and further stained the front of my pants. I was soaked, spent and completely beaten. Even with all this abuse and humiliation, I could only feel feverish, love, devotion and desire for this woman. Barbara ruled my thoughts and my life from that moment on.

“Only a couple more things” she said. “I've noticed how much you like my heels, and in this office I keep a variety of shoes, Buisness heels like these, some comfortable shoes for when I am working and some date heels for when I go out.” She opened my little desk and tossed me a shoe shine kit. “You will be expected to keep all of them spotless. I expect a spit shine on all of them, so keep your tongue ready!” she laughed. She walked back to her desk and opened the top drawer. She said “Here is your company ID. You must wear it at all times. I have been kind enough to provide you a lanyard so you won't be so stupid as to lose it.” She tossed the ID into my cum soaked lap. It was attached to a pink “Hello Kitty” lanyard. It was exactly like hers except of course, hers was black. “This is your badge of honor, your promise to serve and obey. You will always remember this day. You have a new vocation and avocation. When you put this on, it is your solemn promise to do what I say, when I say it.” I slipped the badge over my head. I looked at the name. It had my name, but in a way I never liked. The badge said “Joey.” Barbara smiled and said “Good boy, maybe there is hope for you after all. You may leave. Don't bother to clean up and be sure to show everyone your badge on the way out. Oh and shut the door, I have a lot of work to do.”

Object of the Day

I know today is Sunday. That is all I know. I am still in my darkened room, awaiting my Master’s order. He must have decided to sleep in today, but I am not sure. I have no concept of time. I am not allowed to wear a watch, and since I wait in a darkened room, I have lost track of how much time has passed. My Master tells me he wants me to forget how to tell time, after all only people tell time, and I am not a person. So all I know is that it is Sunday; my day of worship.

Once a week I become an object. I never know what object I shall be, but ever since being conditioned by my Master’s wife, I have learned that this is part of my life, and now I look forward to it. I am in love with my Master’s wife. She embodies all of my desire. Because of this, her mind plays tricks on me. She learned long ago how to manipulate me, how to control me, how to make me want things I never imagined. It has been a years since she “sold” me to her husband. The price was twenty five cents. “For one day a week, you are paying too much” she said as she pocketed the coin, “but I’ll take it. He’s only worth about three cents to me.”

Now as I lay here waiting, I think about my life. It somehow feels complete. Not because I am owned by a Master, but because my love and desire for his wife made me sign over my life. She has given me meaning and I have given her power. Now she chooses to flex that power by making me the slave of another. So every Sunday dawn, I come over, strip to my underwear and wait in the closet until I am used.

Bright light hits my eyes and I wince as the door slides open. “Out of there you lazy bitch” he tells me. I crawl out on my hands and knees and with my eyes lowered begin to nuzzle my head toward his crotch. He is not hard yet, but I know it will be my duty to make him so, and as his cock gets harder, so will my day. His hand scratches my on the top of my head, “Not so fast”, he says, “the day is young, you have not earned my cock yet”. “I am sorry”, I stammer try to correct my mistake. Master grabs my ear and twists hard. “I? I am the only human being here. You are my little piglet, my toy, my furniture, you are not a person. How many times do I have to remind you, you stupid little fuck?” I whimper as his strong hand slowly lets go of my ear. I fall prostrate before him and wait. No movement, no looking, I just wait. “Get me a beer” he barks. “I’ll have to think up a new way to remind you of how lucky you are to worship me”.

It has been part of my instruction from the beginning never to stand up straight. Because of this, I spend most of my time crawling like a baby. When I am required to stand, I must still bow and keep my eyes focused on his cock. He tells me that is where my thoughts should always be. I crawl to the kitchen and open the door. I grab a beer and place it in a basket that goes around my neck. Since my mouth is not big enough to carry everything that is required, Master’s wife bought this pink basket for me to wear when I have to fetch things. Sometimes, when she wants to remind me of who really is in charge, she’ll place a pair of her panties in the basket and have me carry them around all day, but I am never allowed to touch.

Master is in his favorite chair. He is wearing shorts and a tee shirt, socks and tennis shoes. I offer the basket, which he pulls off of me and throws across the room. “Fetch, cockslave!” he orders. “If you are good, I’ll let you lick my balls!” I crawl quickly and retrieve the basket with my mouth. He takes it from my mouth and places it on a table. “Not good enough” he says. “Remote” he says and with that order I crawl over to the television. “You are not a person, you are a remote control” he grins. “Want to see what makes it work?” He cups his penis and gives it a lengthening stroke through his shorts. My eyes grow big as I see his power grow. “On” I turn the TV on. “Six.” I turn to channel six. “Twenty-Two.” I turn to channel twenty two. “Scan.” This means I am to go around the dial and wait exactly ten seconds on each channel before moving to the next channel. I am to do this until I hear “stop”. He settles on a NASCAR race. He leans back and finishes his beer. He snaps his fingers and I rush to bring him another. I then assume a prone position at his feet.

The race is several hours long and outside of fetching him more beer, I remain at his feet. He is ignoring me, enjoying the race and essentially; forgetting I am there. Suddenly I feel a hard kick into my side. I rise up to all fours. He places a collar and leash on me and pulls me toward his cock. “Make me hard” is all he says. I begin to nuzzle his cock and feel it get stiff against my face. He relaxes a bit and leans back, allowing me more access to do my duty. “Inside” is his order and with my teeth, I pull down his shorts to reveal his hardening shaft. Now he grabs my head and positions me over the tip. “I said make me hard slut” he snaps and pushes me down onto his powerful cock. My mouth is penetrated by his manly flesh and I respond by bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. Between the buzz from the beer and my work on his cock he is pretty relaxed. “It loves my cock doesn’t it?” I moan approval, not wanting to risk displeasure by stopping my task. His cock is long, slender and expanding in my mouth. Suddenly his hands are on the back of my head, forcing me down. Master is very hard and I feel the tip of his cock expanding down my throat. “Take it piglet” he commands. “I want to feel you choke on it. Even if you should die, with your last breath you should be still trying to take all of me.” He releases me and I resume my bobbing rhythm. “You think your task is to be my remote today, but I have thought of something better, more useful, even for a pathetic little faggot cocksucker like you. Before you get my cum, you must learn to love my piss” I barely hear this because I am lost in my sucking; but then he pulls me up and shows me a large plastic funnel, the size of a small bucket. ‘I bought this so you can be a new object for me. You are going to be my urinal. Crawl into the bathroom and lay on the floor.” He commands. I lie on my back and wait as he stands over me holding the funnel. He takes his cock and strokes it in front of me. “You must worship everything about my cock, it is your God” he says. Conditioned to respond, my cock get hard and he looks down and grins. “Put the funnel in your mouth and hold it with one hand” he commands. He is now directly over me still stoking his shaft. “I’ve had six beers and this is going to feel so good.” He laughs. “Maybe after this you will NEVER imagine yourself to be a person again. You are not, you are whatever I tell you to be, but you are never a person, and I am going to prove it to you. I want you to keep your throat closed until I am done filling your funnel. Only when I say FLUSH are you allowed to begin swallowing. I plan to fill you up and when you have taken every drop, I want you to lick your lips for me. Then, and only then may you have my cum.” Holding his cock in his right hand I see the stream as it falls toward the funnel. I hear the sound it makes as it hits the plastic. I feel my mouth begin to fill and I taste the warm, ninety eight degree liquid. I do not swallow yet, and my cheeks bulge as my mouth fills. “Ah” he sighs as he uses his new object “This is all you get to drink for the day.” He says. While it is probably only a few seconds, it feels like an eternity and I wonder how I will manage to drink up so much liquid. Little droplets spray my face as the never ending waterfall pours down on me. The funnel is almost full and it is difficult for me to hold it without tipping it. ‘That was great.’ He says, “And you look exactly like the sorry little bitch I know you to be. Look at you, you’re hard!” He laughs. “Well that’s what I expected. I guess it’s time to leave you here to finish.’ Master presses his foot against my cock and says “FLUSH”. I slowly begin to swallow. It burns a little in my throat as I gulp it down. My belly begins to expand with Master’s urine. It takes me about ten minutes to swallow it all down. When I am done, I pull the funnel slowly away and lick my lips. Master is gone, but Master’s wife is standing in the doorway. She is wearing a short dark business suit. It looks like she has just come from an important meeting. She walks over and stands over me and offers me a look up her skirt. “Good boy’ she says. ‘I know you will learn to love being this object just as you have learned to love all the others.” With her hands on her hips and a mocking smile on her lips, I know she is right. I have no choice. Transfixed by her power, all I can do is nod. ‘Good” she says, “Now I think you better crawl out there and get your “reward”. I have to go to the office. Be there bright and early on Monday” she laughs and turns on her heel.

Six days a week, I am pretty much like everyone else. I work, I play, I sleep and I eat; but on the seventh day, all that fades away. I become less than human and my purpose in life narrows down to amusing the Goddess who made me and serve the Master who owns me. Yet, I am content, no worries and no concerns save one. I have nothing and I am nothing; nothing but the object of the day.

The End