Updated and corrected for details – Posted at the request of my Owner
After I posted to the humiliation group on FetLife, about humiliation at work, many people asked for more detailed information. So my Owner decided that I needed to let you know the whole humiliating story that continues even today.
Eight years ago, I was a successful fluffy lady with a business degree who worked in the retail industry. My office faced out over beautiful Lake Michigan and I could easily afford a nice loft a few blocks from work where I could practice and play out my BDSM fantasies. (Sorry boys, us fluffy girls can get the big jobs on our talents!)
To me, shopping was a passion, a way of life and included the usual top mall stores: Macys, Hudsons, Nordstroms, and others. Wal-Mart was definitely not in my vocabulary.
The winter I turned 31, I treated myself to a trip to Phoenix to party with some of my sorority sisters in the desert sun (while on the sly, looking for a Master to keep me company and further my dreams of being a slave) Little did I know that it was there that I would actually meet my future Owner.
Master-Sir and I were an instant item almost from the moment I bumped into Him. I wanted to sit at his feet the very first moment his steely blue eyes drilled into mine.
Thirty days later I had quit my fancy job, sold most of my belongings and moved to Phoenix to live in my new Owners house. My family thought I was nuts, being drugged or just went off the deep end.
Master-Sir ran a successful pool cleaning business and I would be allowed to ride along with him a few days a week. Master-Sir would order me naked the moment we were in the client’s pool area and I never got dressed until He was ready to leave. Some times I never got dressed.
Once Master-Sir was safe that I was indeed his to use as he wanted, Master-Sir started to use me to entertain his better clients who were home when we were there. A sloppy blow job from the fat girl, maybe the kitchen cleaned while they watched, always helped them sign a new contract at a higher rate for the new season.
Slave Needs Job
Finally, Master-Sir decided his slave needed to get herself a job. Not just any job, but one that would reflect her lowly status as His property. He decided I would find work as a maid at one of the upscale resorts in town.
I was horrified and tried everything to convince Master-Sir that my real skills could be better used elsewhere in a resort or other places. The money would be better and He would be much happier. But he would not hear any of it and punished me every time I tried to talk to him about it.
With a watered down resume and some wal-mart clothing (eek!), I was off to find a job that was fit a slave.
Every time I tried, I was turned down. I would come home to tell Master-Sir the bad news and he would punish me. Finally, Master-Sir was able to arrange through a client, an interview with the manager of the housekeeping department of one of the top resorts in town. To him, this was a slam dunk interview and I better return home hired.
My new life as His slave was on the line. I was not about to fail my Owner another time. This was my last shot at getting hired and would have to do anything to make it happen.
The director took one look me and at my application and laughed. He thought it was a joke. No way would a person like me want to be a housekeeper. He could see something was amiss with the resume and figured that within two weeks of hiring me, I would off and into management.
To Him, I was using him and his department to get to bigger and better things and He would have none of it. That was his attitude and I don’t blame him for thinking that. He asked me to leave. Even holding the door open for me.
Had it not been for my Owner demanding that I get a job as a maid, that is probably what I would have done.
My begging and reassuring him that he was safe hiring me and that being a maid is what I really wanted to do, didn’t set with him and he was about to kick me out of his office when I broke down crying. I couldn’t help it, to think of the beating I was going to get if I failed this time. Maybe even get kicked out of Master-Sir’s life for good.
I needed to get hired so I got on my knees, opened up my blouse to show him my nice big tits and offered him a thank you blow job. And if he liked that, he could have one every morning I worked. Just please hire me!!
I could not believe those words were coming out of my mouth. I never begged for anything in my life. I always earned the respect of my peers and the jobs.
Not only was I opening my top to a complete stranger, but I was offering him a blowjob. A blowjob for every day worked!
He stopped, turned and looked at this big, pathetic creature baring her breasts and mouth open, waiting for a cock. I was either going to be kicked out, arrested or hired. None of those could be worse than what was waiting for me at home. So I had nothing to lose. Thankfully he started to think.
He closed the door, went to the computer, typed something and handed me a card key. Telling me to go find a uniform in the dressing room, find a cart and meet him in a suite. I got dressed, thanked him and started to fix my makeup as he pointed to the locker room.
The uniforms are absolutely gawdy, ill-fitting and cheaply made. They did nothing for a girl of my size, but I finally found one that sort of fit me. On the desired floor, I found a cart not being used and pushed it into the suite he named.
It was an amazing suite like a big fancy house, but what a disaster! Two bedrooms, room service trays all over and nothing was in the proper order or clean. I knelt next to the cart in the middle of the main room and waited. Hoping nobody could see in the big bay windows overlooking the pool and courtyard. Soon I heard a key open the door and sighed relief when I saw that it was Mister B, my hopefully new boss.
He grilled me to make sure this was not a trap or anything. When he was safe with me and what I offered, I was ordered naked and to remain kneeling. From there, he instructed me on how to properly clean a suite.
Starting with the bedrooms. I quickly went to work as he watched and graded my skills. Making me clean several areas multiple times over. After my third attempt at the main bathroom, he got mad and called me a bitch for not getting it right. I responded out of training “Sorry Sir” . He liked that and continued to call me Bitch as he ordered me to do better.
Finally, after an hour of sweating and working under his constant threats, the suite was sparkling like new. I was really actually proud of my work as he was too. He sat down on a chair and unzipped his pants. He smiled as he thanked me for my work. Now I needed to finish what I started.
Quickly I knelt before him and thanked him for this opportunity and hope I pleased him, as I started to swallow his erect cock.
Like a good slut slave, I sucked his entire cock, letting him fuck my face and swallowing everything he gave me.
His only words I heard was “for a fat chick, you suck pretty good” I smiled at the compliment and prepared to swallow his cum.
Like a good mouth whore, I waited for him to get soft before letting him out of my mouth. Sitting on my knees, I helped him get dressed and fixed himself.
As he was about to leave he ordered me to get my fat ass dressed, put everything back where I found it and to be at his office tomorrow at 6am to start. Blowjob first. I squealed with delight and thanked him as he shut the door behind him.
In another world, this well educated, properly raised midwest girl should be behind a fancy desk working. But she just accepted a job as a lowly, minimum wage maid and she could not be happier.
Master-Sir was happy to hear about the job and we celebrated with a nice dinner at a steakhouse inside the resort I was to start working in..
Mister B soon learned of my real identity as a slave and has since been allowed to be my other Master (Master B). He assigned me to the suites only and I worked with mostly uneducated Mexican women and I was paid the same as they were for the first year. All my money goes to Master-Sir
As promised, Mister B gets a blow job every day I work. Either in the morning or later in a room I was cleaning, he would show up. After a few months, I was allowed to take off Thursdays and ordered to clean his house and he would arrive for a lunchtime reward.
After a year, he was promoted to a new job in Las Vegas and I was ordered (with Master-Sir) to move to Las Vegas with him.