I was in my early 30's - divorced, alone, kind of confused about my sexuality.  I landed a job working at a corporate office as mailroom errand person.  I was  broke & needed this job very much for my own survival.  It was the only one I could get after months of searching.  I needed it & did not want to lose it & become homeless again.  My ex-wife took me for everything I had.

   I admit I wasn't very good at this job & screwed up quite a few times.  The one time I delivered correspondence from this corporate bitch boss Karen to the wrong address, she called me into her office & bitched me out really bad. I was tearful & told her about my plight, hoping she would understand.  That is when Karen started abusing me for her own sick pleasures.  She told me if I wanted to keep this job I would have to be her toy & do whatever she wanted.  I had no choice but to agree.  My survival depended upon it.  

  I did not know much about her.  Karen was older than me - in her 40's.  She had the typical bobbed type hairstyle for the times & was built pretty well.  She got to the top being a total bitch from what I had heard.  Real cutthroat & demanding.  Karen demeaned employees for pleasure.  A real winner.

  Things started off once or twice a week & soon became an almost  daily ritual.  I would be summoned to her office & told to close the door behind me but, not lock it.   Karen would up to  me & smack my face really hard, telling me to strip off my clothes.  I was forced to stand there naked while she decided what she wanted from me.  Often, she would force me to dress in very tight, women's lingerie & would give me wedgie from behind so tight, It would be painful the whole time.  Karen loved dressing me like a girl & would call me a sissy, a faggot, her slut & a stupid whore.  Some of things I remember her forcing me to do:

* Karen was quite the fan of spanking & would take me her over her knee - spanking me with whatever she saw fit at the time - her 10" rubber dildo, her gloved hand, my own belt, her high heeled shoe which usually ende up in my bum.

*  Sometimes she would make me eat her dirty cunt & asshole.  I don't think she ever wiped after going to the bathroom. Often, she would end be pissing into my mouth, making me drink up her piss & raising my hand when I had a mouthful to swallow. 

* Karen also liked to force me to practice blowjob training with her 10" rubber strap-on.   She would make me deepthroat until I puked into an ice bucket, work my head up & down by pulling on my hair, filling my mouth with peanut butter & laugh as I drooled all over myself while I sucked for what seemed like hours at a time.  My mouth would be so sore afterwards. She never cared. Karen just called me a faggot cocksucker & said I deserved it.

*  Fucking my tight ass became a favorite of Karen's.   She loved to have me on my hands & knees with my bum arched in the air.  Sometimes she would just pound that 10" strap-on into me relentlessly, other times she would force me to to fuck myself while she just sat there.  I would have to ride her until I cried.  She would make me moan laoudly through my tears or bark like a dog - beg her to fuck me harder.  Then , she would make me masturbate  - always into the panties I had to wear for her. I never left that office without slurping up my own cum. Karen enjoyed that a lot.  

*   After a while, things started getting more serious & Karen would invite her male secretary Luke in to take advantage of me while she watched.  They would make me dress in different girlie outfits & make me do a striptease for them - laughing at me & demeaning me, all the while.  Karen would force me to suck  Luke's cock & let him fuck me hard.  I would have to get on my knees & suck his cock at the end lck his big balls, tongue his asshole- ending with letting him cum in my mouth & all over my face.  Often she would force me to walk out of the office with cum still dripping off of me after I got dressed to leave. 

* Karen's degradation of me knew few bounds.  She often delighted in forcing me to pee & poop my myself before I was allowed to leave.  Nothing like walking out an office with pee stains on the front of your trousers & a big stinky lump of poop squishing between your legs as I walked down the hall to the elevator.  Not to mention the fact I still had panties, stockings & a bra on under my suit.   I would usually have to drive home to get cleaned up .  I couldn't risk an unsecured office bathroom to do it.

* After a couple months of this - things started getting worse.  Karen would whore me out to specific pervert clients to close deals.  Sometimes I had to do it in her office with her watching, other times I was forced to be in her private hotel room.  I know she recorded all of this to use at her discretion later.  Blackmail is a powerful tool in business.  

 To be continued.....