AI art by me.

Sir, what would you think of hiring me as a bar server or helper? Is that even possible?

Jim read the text from his little Bree.  Wow.  He shook his head.  What a thought!  Her around him all the time?  Yeah, he liked the sound of it, but there were a couple complications: Jerk, for one, and was Bree ready to handle a Dom like Jim?

Yes, she begged to be belt-whipped, and that had nearly popped a blood vessel for him.  Yes, she had gotten off on the whipping, spanking, hard fucking, and all his favorites.  Did she know it was just the tip of the iceberg?

Jim knew himself.  He was a wicked sadist who had been too much for other submissives in the past.  Trying to hold himself back never worked well in the long run, he had to remind himself.  He shook his head to clear it.

There was business to be taken care of first.  

Bree, go and give yourself ten hard spanks to your pussy for not paying better attention to work.  Tell me when you’re done.

He sent it.  Strictness was necessary, and he had warned her of punishment for not working like a good girl.  Texting him about job ideas was not being a good girl.  Yes, it was a paradox, but she’d have to learn he meant what he said, or this wouldn’t work.

Yes, Sir…ten???  She sent back.

Should I make it more? He sent back to her.

No, please, Sir. I’m sorry…I’ll take my punishment like a good girl. She sent it.

Jim smiled because he saw her slowly getting up from her desk chair and walking to the bathroom.  Would she do it standing up or sitting down?  She’d take a deep breath and remember her promise of obedience; then she’d picture it being his hand and spank herself.  He could imagine the sound and her whimpers with each strike.

A strong throb hit his cock as he fed on her sweet obedience and the lovely sting her pussy would have for a while.  It would forcibly remind her of who she belonged to and that he meant what he said.  It was a good early lesson for her.

Done…Sir.  Ouchy!!!  She sent.

His smile widened.  Ouchy.  Bree had a bit of little girl in her, and he enjoyed small doses of that.  

Good girl for Daddy, Babygirl.  Very good.  Thank you.  He sent.  Always acknowledge good deeds and give praise.  Gratitude also went a long way.

Thank you, Daddy. Giggle. Since I was already spanked, can I please have an answer to my question, Sir? Pleeeeassse? She begged.

Mmm…freshly stinging from a spanking and still nicely begging.  She showed a lot of promise!  

I’d consider it, but we’d need to talk first. Can you come to the bar this afternoon? After work? What is Jerk up to? He sent it.

Bree bounced in her chair at his response.  Damn, but her pussy was still stinging from her spanking.  Sir had meant business!  A part of her wanted to whine and bitch that he’d been so harsh, but the majority of her sang at being held so tightly accountable.  It was what she needed.  It was what she craved down to her bones!

No one was home, so Bree had left her lower half naked after the pussy spank to let it breath and try to help it not hurt so much.  The idea of panties or anything touching there right now wasn’t pleasant.  Going to the bar, she’d wear a soft miniskirt with no panties or thong.  Sir would enjoy that anyway.

Yes, I’ll be there.  What time, Sir?  As for Jerk?  He’ll welcome an excuse to “work late” tonight. I’ll just tell him I have a yoga class or something.  She sent to him.

It was true.  Jerk would see her text and tell her it was just as well because he had work to catch up on in the office.  The work was the little brunette he’d hit up last night at the bar.  She looked barely old enough to be legal at all.  Jerk liked them young and stupid.  He’d just not calculated on Bree having a mind as well as a nice ass and tits.

She wondered what they needed to discuss, but worrying wouldn’t help her.  Not wanting more spanking, she went back to work to wait for his reply.  Her focus on work seemed sharper for the throbbing sting, and she begrudgingly admitted his discipline worked well.

Jim told her to come at 4 p.m.  It would give them an hour or so to talk before serious preparations needed to happen before opening the bar.  It was weird; he felt a little nervous.  He hadn’t felt that in a long time.  Bree was… unique, and he could feel it.  She was the kind of woman, the kind of submissive, that came along very rarely.  She might be the 24/7 girl he wanted more than breathing.  

Bree was a bit breathless as she exited her car in the bar parking lot.  The coolish air on her pussy felt good.  The cold water from the shower had felt delightful.  It didn’t sting, but she was aware of his handprints everywhere.  They were like a tattoo or brand, making her his.  She wore no bra either because her breasts had always been perky.  Thank God.  Like the song, she got it from her mama, thank G.O.D.

Knocking on the door, she heard the lock click and felt some muscles relax when Sir was there looking down at her.  Something was just better about the world when he was near her.  

“Hi, Sir.” She smiled.

Jim saw her and enjoyed the view.  

She was wearing a pink crop-top above her waist and a white, pleated miniskirt below.  He’d bet money no panties or a thong.  Looking down at her, he grinned.  “Show me.” His eyes made it clear what she meant.

Bree looked around quickly.  “Here, Sir?  Now?”

He just raised his right eyebrow.

Sighing, she raised her skirt up in front to show her little trimmed patch then turned around to show her bare ass, too.  Stopping back in front of him, she let go of the hem and then raised her crop-top to flash her breasts.  

He opened the door further to let her inside.

“Lose the crop-top.  Go topless.” He commanded.

Bree felt goosebumps form on her skin as she heard him.  Reaching for the bottom, she pulled the top over her head and carried it with her to place on one of the tables in the bar.  Sir made no excuse for just ogling her bare breasts on display for him.

“Good girl.  Maybe I’ll have you be a topless server.” He mused.

Bree felt a deep blush hit her cheeks.  He wouldn’t, would he?  His eyes said he might.  Well, would she?  A part of her shivered at the realization that if Sir commanded her to serve strangers topless, then she probably would obey him.

“I’d get good tips.” She shrugged.

“You have good tips, Bree.” He grinned.

“Thank you, Sir.” She bounced her breasts for him.

“Let’s go back into the office. Are you hungry? I can order us some food, ” he said.

“I’m fine right now,” Bree told him.  “But thank you, Sir.”

The truth was, she was a little nervous about their talk.  In her experience, guys didn’t talk about relationships, except to start or end them.  Had she not been a good enough girl?  Was he trying to let her down gently?

Jim could sense her nervous state and felt bad for putting her in it, but it was necessary. He waited until they were inside the office before closing and locking the door. There was no need for anyone to barge in at the wrong moment.

Bree watched him sit in his office chair and had fond memories of being whipped at his desk and fucked over the back of the chair. Her pussy clenched at the remembrance and she so wanted him to do it again.  She was too wound up to sit anywhere, so she paced a little.

“First, I’d love to have you work for me and spend more time together.” He started.

“Yay, Sir.” She grinned at him and felt more relaxed now that this wasn’t a Dear Jane moment.

“I just needed to be very honest about what and who I am before you commit to where this might lead.” He added.

“Lead, Sir?” She cocked her head.

“Yes, lead as in a future, as in…I’d love to own you and keep you around me 24 hours each day and 7 days a week.” He smiled

Bree’s heart was doing somersaults of joy.  He wanted her!  He wanted her for real and for keeps!  Yes, there was still Jerk to figure out, but that didn’t matter.  It finally hit her how he’d worded it.

“What’s stopping that besides Jerk, Sir?” She asked with a lump in her throat.

He blew out a breath.  “I need to be honest about what and who I am before we go further.  You already know some of it…I’m a sadist.  I sexually enjoy hurting you and hearing your cry or sob or whine or whimper.  It’s like music to me.”

She nodded slowly.  This wasn’t news to her.  “I know that, Sir.  I like that.  You saw and felt my reaction to last night.  I want you to hurt me whenever you please and sometimes when I just beg for it.”

“It’s one of the many things I love about you, Bree.” He smiled more warmly.

Bree’s pussy pooled with wetness and she hoped it didn’t start trialing down her thighs.

“I’m even more sadistic than that and have other powerful fetishes.” He warned her.

“Okay, like what, Sir?” She asked and leaned back onto a counter.

“You say you’ve read some things in the Lifestyle, right?” He asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me five things you’ve read that we haven’t done yet that really turned you on.” He commanded.

Bree could tell he was putting off telling her what he wanted, but she’d obey, of course, and wait.  She thought about it for a few seconds.

“Hmm…some degradation and perhaps a little embarrassment parts to it.” She answered.

“Like if I publicly spanked you?” He smiled.

Her heart skipped a beat as she pictured it.  Over his knee in public?  Her bare ass getting beat with witnesses?  Mmmm…her traitorous pussy was clenching hard just thinking about it.  “Yes, Sir.” She said it in a quiet voice because it was hard to confess, and it made her feel even more submissive to him.

He nodded.  “Go on.”

Go on?  Her bottom was squirmy, and she wanted his handprints or belt prints right now!  Go on?  She sighed.  “Some objectification, Sir.”

“Like?” He asked.

She squirmed a little more.  “Being used as a tray for your food, maybe?  I think…I think it stems from being treated like you would property or…a slave.” She shivered.

“Slave, huh?” His eyes flashed.

Oh, God, yes.  She couldn’t even make herself nod or say a word.  His eyes were merciless, though.  “What…would you like me as a slave, Sir?” She managed to ask.

“Yes.” He didn’t even hesitate.

Bree nearly whimpered out loud.  “Then I shouldn’t be standing to speak, should I?” She moved forward and reached to unzip her skirt.  “I’m also overdressed.”

Jim watched in awe as she stripped down and the knelt before him in his chair.  

“I should be more like this, right, Sir?” She asked.

“Hmm…extend your thighs apart more…more…until it almost hurts.” He told her.

Bree’s body began to obey before she was even aware of it.  Her pussy was on full display this way which was his point.  

“Arms behind you, hug your elbows, arch your back so I see those perky, lovely tits.” He growled softly.

Ooo…tits.  He hadn’t called them that before, and it felt so nasty but so good.  She obeyed and began to feel a little differently.  Bree had become a nasty, naughty, little slut slave with just a few words of command.

“Am I pleasing you, Sir?” She nearly whimpered as she spoke.

“Very much so…yes, this is one of my kinks.  Deeper and almost total submission from you.” He confessed.

She nodded.  “I…it’s powerful…and a little scary…But I do like it.  My pussy and…tits like it a lot, Sir or Master?” She tried it out.

“No, don’t use it until you truly feel it coming from you.  Wait until it’s a confession as well as a title.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.  Tits is nice because it objectifies me and degrades me.  Makes my nipples ache for you.” She confessed and saw his eyes flare up even more.  Bree promised herself to do more of this unburdening of her soul to him.  It turned them both on a lot.

“Thank you for telling me. very, very good girl.” He purred.

She shivered at his words.  “Thank you, Sir.  I…I want to please. I really do.  I don’t care what your fetishes are, Sir.  I’m willing to try most anything.” She licked her lips.  “Do you like blood things, Sir?” 

“No.” He shook his head.

She relaxed muscles she hadn’t even known were tense.  “Okay, Sir.  You don’t want me as a true little, right?” She asked.

“No.”  He shook his head.

Bree sighed. “Sir, this would be easier if you just told me what you want, please? ” She let her whimpering sound into it and saw that it rocked him a little. Good.

“Mmm…I like that…sweet begging from your heart.  I want you to need me like you need air only more.  I want your pussy aching at least a few times every twenty-minutes.  I want that smart mind to think of devious, new ways to please me.” He leaned back.  “I want you never to wear panties or thongs without permission from me… ever again.”

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  Agreed, agreed, it’s aching so bad I’m nearly in tears, and I will always beg permission for panties or thongs.”

“Good.” He smiled, and she saw him relax a little.

“Sir, I know you’re a sadist.  More of one than I’ve ever met or even read about.  It draws me like a moth to your flame.  Never be afraid to let it out with or on me, please.  I’m a big girl.  I can take it and probably will want it repeatedly.” She let it all rush out.

Jim stared at her.  “Do you know what you’re saying?  To me, a rather devilish sadist?  I’m hearing it’s open season on my little Bree Bunny.”

She giggled.  “I like being Sir’s little Bunny that he fucks hard, spanked harder, and loves…did I say loves?  Craves the feel of his belt on her ass.”

He was squirming a little now, and Bree didn’t allow herself to smirk or she’d pay for it…not that it would be a bad thing but…no, she wouldn’t smirk on the outside.

“Okay. I’d want a 24/7 collar on you.  Metal.  With a leash attachment, I’d use a leash sometimes, but we can negotiate when and where.” He continued.

Now, she did whimper out loud.  “Yes, please, Sir.  To both…oh God…why do I picture being walked like a pet in the park??” She groaned as her pussy gave her away again.

He laughed.  “As tempting as that would be, I’d not do that to you.  Mostly because I don’t like to share my toys that much. Although…” His eyes took on a cold cruelty that made Bree’s nipples hurt.

“Yes, Sir?” She asked for it.

“Jon is a Dom I’m helping to train.  He’ll be here in about forty minutes.  I don’t want you completely naked, but topless?  Yes, I think I’d enjoy showing you off to him.  Thoughts?” He asked.

She trembled.  Jon had seemed nice enough, but letting him ogle her breasts?  “Only Jon?” She asked.

He nodded.  “Not all the time either…perhaps only one or two days in the week when you were helping us get ready.”

She bit her lower lip.  “It’d be… really hard, Sir.  I don’t know if I could do it but…I did promise to try.”

Jim hesitated, worried this might be too much to tell her but honesty was very important.  “I want you to get more comfortable with him as I might have him practice spanking and using the belt on you for experience.  I’d always be there when it happened but…it’s a possibility.”

For a moment, Bree couldn’t breathe.  Loaned out to another Dom for practice?  That hit a lot of hot buttons: objectified, degraded, embarrassing, illicitly arousing with Sir watching, and…and..  “I’d consider it, Sir.  Can I ask, what does my being slave mean to you if I chose to go that far?” She asked.

“Hmm…good question.  It doesn’t mean mindless obedience because that’s just plain boring.  I’ve had a sub like that where my opinion was always going to be the only one and it is a man’s pipe dream that the reality sucks.” He told her.

She waited.

“I suppose it means you get used more as an object or property.  I worry less about if you are okay with something and expect more obedience without you using a safeword or phrase.” He shrugged.  “I’m not really sure since I haven’t had one before.”

“Yes, Sir.  Does..loaning me out…like to Jon…turn you on, Sir?” She asked.

“Honestly, yes.” He nodded.  “I don’t know how I’d feel about it being sex.  Parts of that are intriguing but, like I said, I don’t like sharing my toys and you, will be my favorite fucktoy, Bree.”

She whimpered aloud again.  “Yes, please, Sir.  I will happily be your fucktoy, Sir.  Mmm…sweet slut, nasty slut…I like all the slut variations, Sir.”

“Good.  Now, since we have time and you’re already in position.  Come closer and show me your oral skills, Bree.  We need to find out how much practice you’ll have to have.” He grinned.

She scooted forward.  “With pleasure, Sir.  Cum-slut is on my resume, I’m sure.”

He leaned back as she deftly got him free and went to work.  Her eyes watched his as she works his shaft and his balls.  

“May I suck your balls, Sir?  I’ve always wanted to do that.” She begged.

He nearly laughed.  Begging to suck his balls?  Such a damned good slut she was for him.

Jon came into work that day and saw the office was closed.  Listening, he heard a familiar sound of leather on bare flesh.  Ahh…Jim had a sub in there.  Jon wondered who and began to think it might be that blonde girl from last night.  She was…something.  

Knowing Jim liked to embarrass his subs, Jon knocked on the office door.  “I’m here, Jim.” He called out.

“Come on in.” Jim told him.

As Jon opened the door, he could hear the young woman whimpering as she knew he’d see a lot of her.  Yes, it was the blonde, bent over Jim’s desk and getting her bare ass nicely lined once more.  It wasn’t hard to sniff how aroused she was right now.

“Jon, this is Bree.  Bree, say hello to Jon.  You will also call him Sir.” Jim spanked her ass sharply.

“Hello, Sir.” She murmured in a mixture of pain, humiliation, and pleasure.

“Nice to…see you, Bree.” Jon laughed a little and saw her turn a deep red.

“Bree will be assisting us at the bar.  She is my submissive but will treat you with due respect and obedience to a point.  You may not punish her without asking me first.  I probably won’t allow it this soon.” Jim told him.

Jon felt his pants tighten.  “I can wait…she looks worth the wait, Sir.”

“Ohhh, she is…she definitely is.  Jon, what’s your favorite day of the week?” Jim asked out of nowhere.

“Um…Friday’s, I guess?” He shrugged.

“It will be Fridays that you go topless while we prepare but put your top back on before we open, Bree.” Jim explained to her.

“Yes, Sir.  Understood, Sir.” She was trembling.

Jon knew his pants were a little tighter now.  Topless and he could openly enjoy it?  He knew he loved this job.  “I’ll go start inventory then?” He asked.

“Sure…just close the door part way.  I’m almost done and Bree gets loud when properly fucked.  You’d hear her anyway with the door shut.  I like her knowing you’ll be listening.” Jim patted her bottom with the air or possession.

“Yes, Sir.” Jon answered and closed the door part way.

The sound of the belt continued as he distinctly hear Bree beg for it to be harder and faster.  Jim was one damned lucky guy, Jon thought.