08 December 2016

The Interview

By: Mistress Dyvia

Chastity's alarm went off.  Her eyes blinked as tried to focus in on the
source of the sound.  She reached and her hand plopped around, until she
found the button.  Just weeks ago, she would have hit the snooze button,
but she didn't even think this alarm had one.  She turned it off and sat
up.  She was naked.  Less than an hour to get ready, which was fine no
one really needed the full hour unless it was their first week.

Today was the day of her interview to see where she would be assigned.

She looked across and saw the other fifteen or so girls in the room
getting up similar as she was.  They all started to walk towards the
washing area.  How she missed the days when she could have a cup of
coffee before morning rituals began.

The girls all silently walked into the bathroom, and Chastity was just
like the rest.  The water came on, and they were all washing themselves.
Chastity like the others, washed herself, she shaved, and she even
shampooed and conditioned her hair.  When she was done, she toweled
herself dry, and approached one of the sinks.  She used a brush and
blow-dryer units to do her hair.  Then she applied her makeup.  She took
a moment and looked at a couple of the more noticeable cosmetic
enhancements that she had been required to have.  Her lips were now so
much fuller than they should be, but they are there to entice.  Her
fingers ran over her breasts played with her rings, then lingered around
the scars on her nipples from when they augmented her to a pair of
pornstar-ish double-Ds.  She took her lipstick, and wrote the word
'slut' over her heart. And then a quick spritz of perfume.

She walked back out to her bed, it was already made.  The maids usually
came in while the girls were in the showers, make their beds and leave
their assigned outfits on their beds.  As she grabbed the box with her
outfit, she looked up and made contact with Mandy, the girl who slept in
the bed next to her.  She had a 'CS' written in lipstick on her chest.
'Cocksucker,' she either did really well at it, or gave them a hard time
when she first got here to have a specific specialization like that..
probably the latter.

Chastity opened the box, there wasn't much, but she didn't expect much
either.  She took out the thong, and slid it up her legs, she felt it
between her ass cheeks, which teased her senses, but it did cover her
chastity belt.  That in itself made her frown for just a second.  She
remembered when her sex was hers to choose, it belonged to her, now
locked away, it belonged to whoever the company gave the key to.  Next
was a pair of stockings, no garter belt necessary to hold them up.  The
shoes were ridiculously high, possibly six inch heels, chastity was a
bit concerned, but put them on.  Then the chains.  One of Mistress
Dyvia's new enjoyments.  There was a small chain, she attached it to the
inner rings of her nipple piercings.  It pulled her 'tits' together and
gave her extra cleavage.  The second chain was long, it went from her
outer nipple ring, around the back of her neck to the other outer nipple
ring, and helped lift her breasts to give her a more voluptuous
appearance.  Then lastly, a monoglove...

She looked around, everyone had a monoglove.  That was unusual, well
somewhat unusual.  But it was also bad, one person would be punished for
not coming dressed, as no girl could put on the glove by themselves.
Usually once a week, circumstances would happen so that the girls would
need others to get dressed.  And one girl was always punished.

All the girls in the room gathered in a circle, the girl who was
punished last would write a number down on her hand using her eyeliner,
we would all say a number between 1 and 14, and whoever guessed the
number she wrote on her hand, would be the girl to be punished as she
would help the last of us get dressed.  The method seemed harsh, but
there was a reasoning.  The girl who was punished last couldn't be
punished twice in a row, and as there was 15 of us, minus the girl
choosing the number left 14.  It was fair.  Chastity was lucky today.
Each of the barracks had their own way of dealing with this problem,
Chastity only knew of her room, and what her sisters/lovers did.

All the girls doubled up, and Chastity was helped into her harness by
Mandy.  She felt her arms pulled back and she slid her arms into the
monoglove.  At first it wasn't bad, but Mandy started lacing, and
tightening, then re-tightening until her shoulders felt like they were
going to pull out.  "Thank You." was all she said.  Then one of the
other free girls helped Mandy and so forth until there was only one girl
left.

It was time to leave, as they each walked past the-girl-who-would-be-
punished, each girl gave her a kiss on her cheek, and she had a
discolored cheek.  She might be punished for that because of all the
lipstick from fourteen girls, but it was their appreciation that it
symbolized.

They all walked out and walked in single file down the halls.  They were
in an office, and as they walked down the halls past the offices, they
passed several businessmen and women, some gave them amusing looks,
others didn't even seem to notice.  Chastity remembered how weird that
was the first time she walked the halls.  Each of the girls knew where
they were supposed to go.  Soon there was only three of them left.  A
hand was on her shoulder, and she was pressed face first against the
wall.

A woman's voice spoke behind her, "Slut, where are you going?"

Chastity's leg's were already spreading as she answered, "Room two-four-
six-nine, Mistress."

"Good." she answered, "Then you can make a deliver for me in "Three-
seven-zero-four?"

"Yes Mistress," Chastity replied.

A second later she heard paper rolling up, and metal being twisted and
waited for what was to come.  A silver dildo was in front of her lips.
Chastity opened her mouth, and used her tongue to make it wet.  And a
few seconds later, she felt it at her sphincter, and it was slowly
pushed in.  Was in place the woman said, "don't drop it, slut."

"No Mistress," Chastity replied.

"Good slut, now where are you taking that correspondence?"

"Three-seven-zero-four."

"Good slut, now off with you. And be sure to give it to Mr. Rogers
yourself." and she pulled Chastity off the wall and gave her a little
slap on the ass.

She hurried down the hall in the impossible heels.  She didn't want to
miss her interview, but she couldn't refuse anyone either.  She was soon
standing in front of the door she needed to, and stood.  A good
secretary would be paying attention to the camera for visitors.

A moment later the door opened. "Yes?" the secretary asked.

"I have a correspondence for Mr. Rogers, and I must deliver it to him
personally."

The secretary looked at her, and her lack of hands to hold a letter.
Then her eyes opened in realization, and stepped aside to let her in.
Chastity was convinced the secretary thought the correspondence was a
sexual favor, not that she cared what anyone thought of her sexuality,
she was a trained slut after all.

The secretary knocked on the door, and opened it, as Chastity stepped
towards it she gave her a warning, "don't speak unless he commands you
to speak."

Chastity nodded her head.  "Thank You."  And she entered.  She stopped
and said nothing, but saw Mr. Rogers getting a blow job.  She recognized
the girl, she was Anna, she left shortly after Chastity arrived and was
replaced by a girl named Marie.

The man looked at Chastity.  "What do you want?"

She took the secretary's advice and kept her mouth shut, but walked over
to the man getting his blow job, turned around and bent over exposing
her ass to him.  He saw the silver toy, an reached out to pull it out,
and as soon as he did, she stood up and turned around waiting to be
dismissed.  He held it and while she waited to be dismissed she looked
around, his desk was strangely spartan, except for a men, a letter, and
a laptop computer.  The single open letter, but she had forgotten how to
read weeks ago, sluts are trained early on not to see things like that.
Though she still understood numbers, probably because it made it easier
to report to her supervisors.  Soon he seemed to finish in the girls
mouth as she almost made a gagging like sound.

He unscrewed the bottom of the dildo, and read the letter.  He pointed
to Anna, and then to Chastity.  Anna nodded her head, stood up and
approached the nervous slut.  She smiled and her arms went around
Chastity's neck as her lips came to Chastity's.  They started kissing,
but the kiss was a bit more insidious, as Anna unloaded every drop of
Mr. Rogers cum into her mouth.

He looked at Chastity as the kiss broke, "No swallowing, but if you
happen to kiss any other sluts today, you can pass it along with the
same instructions."  Then he wrote something on a blank piece of paper,
rolled it up and put it back in the same hollow dildo and screwed the
bottom back on.  "Cocksucker come here," he said to Anna as if that were
her name, not what she just did. She complied, and he bent her over the
desk and slid it into her ass.  Dry.  "Go deliver that to Debs upstairs,
and why don't you let the slut out on your way out."

Chastity nodded her head in appreciation and left with Anna.  As they
left the office, and the secretary the door was closed behind them.
Anna looked at Chastity, "You're looking good.  You've come along way in
a short time.  To say couldn't be your interview could it?  It's too
soon?"

Chastity just nodded her head not wanting to spill her cum.  Well his
cum.. whatever.

"Well good luck sis."  She wrapped her arms around Chastity.  "I hope
you get a great assignment."  And with that Anna turned and walked in
the direction chastity originally came from.

Chastity continued toward her interview.  She looked around hoping to
see a slut who would be able to be used.  Occasionally, one of the
business men or women would want to see a couple sluts make out...  she
knew the odds were against it, and that Mr. Rogers was really just going
to get  perverse pleasure out of the fact that cum would drip down her
face and chest next time she was required to give an answer. That didn't
bother her so much, her slut training did away with most of the shame
she might have had for such things.  But a remnant from her past, the
part of her that wanted to look good for a presentation hoped that she
would find that other slut.

She did not find any, and found herself in front of room 2469.  The door
opened for her and she stepped inside.  She saw that the door was
automatic, or at least mechanical as no one was near the door when she
entered.  She passed an empty desk for an absent secretary.  And entered
a room with a woman.

"Are you Chastity?" she asked, but the look on her face, and the file on
her desk told Chastity that this woman already knew.

"Yes Mistress," she said as Mr. Rogers' cum spilled done her chin and
onto her breasts. The only sign of negativity in Chastity was her
exhale.

The woman looked at her.  "Already been used, just on the way to this
office?  You must be a good slut.  Mr. Roger's cum I presume?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you."  Thank You?  Well she did say she must be
good slut.  She was trying not to smile, but it was probably obvious to
the interviewer.

"Don't worry slut, having cum all over your chest won't reflect
negatively on you during this interview."  She looked at her paper, "I
am Patricia, you may call me 'Mistress,' though you already have." the
last part was said with a smile as she checked something off on her
paper.

Chastity made a wider smile.  "Thank You mistress!"  And then she
realized she was a little too excited on that.  "Sorry Mistress."

The woman smiled and used her hand to gesture to a chair.  "Have a seat
and we'll get started."

Chastity complied with a "yes Mistress" and sat down with her legs
spread obscenely per her training, granted she had a chastity belt on
now, but it wouldn't always be there... she hoped.

"Chastity, who was you supervising trainer?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"That will help you during this interview."  She looked back down at her
paper.  "Do you like sex?  And how do you feel about oral, anal, and
vaginal sex?"

"I love sex, I am a slut.  Nothing is hotter to me than fucking.  It
gives me purpose.  Oral sex is fun, because you can get through it
quickly, but often it can be wonderful foreplay that can last for hours.
Anal is gift.  It can be hard for untrained girls, as it feel icky, and
much like you have to go the restroom, but now its just so hot, I have
difficulty imagining saying no.  And I can't really comment on the last
part, My genitals have been in a chastity belt since my first week here.
With the exception of a clinical cleanings, it is unused... But I'd like
to think if I enjoy anal this much now, my real sex must be off the
charts from before I came here."

"How were your experiences before you came here?"

She had to think about it, "Well I never had anything in my ass before I
was recruited.  Oral sex was kinda hot, but I had little stamina for it,
three or four minutes I was done."

Patricia made some comments on her paper.  "What is your proficiency for
BDSM?"

"I am knowledgeable on the subject and enjoy it much.  I have been
restrained in very uncomfortable positions for hours at a time, and look
forward to the future on expanding that.  The Ds aspect of it, I take to
heart, and understand that I am a very submissive and slut, and try to
treat all of my superiors with the respect they have earned over me in
the eyes of the corporation.  And I can't say I enjoy pain, but I can
say that I have been conditioned to be aroused from it.  It's a love-
hate thing for me."

Patricia giggled as she wrote on her paper.  "Dyvia would do that to a
slut."  She looked up from her paper and looked her in the eyes, "How
were you recruited?"

"I had applied for a job here, entry level right out of college.  I had
ambitions of going up high.  I tried to set up another employee to take
a fall, and instead I was put into a position between being arrested, or
signing up for a reeducation program.  I picked the latter."

"Of course you did, was that a wise decision?"

"Yes.  I am very happy with my life and commitments to the corporation
and all of my masters and mistresses.  Though for the first week, I
think I was really angry, but its hard to put my mind back in that place
now.  There is nothing even remotely wrong with my life now.  Its
wonderful."

"Are you aroused right now?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Is it something we are talking about?  Or are you just always a horny
slut?"

"Well mistress, I am always horny, but I do get a bit of a sexual thrill
when I think of how mind fucked I am now."

Patricia let out a laugh, "I always get such a thrill when we interview
Dyvia's thralls.  Well that's what I like to call you, you've been so
well trained, it like you were born into this lifestyle.  But I think I
have a mistake here, How long has it been since you enrolled into the
program?"

"Ten weeks mistress."

"Ten weeks?"  Her eyes were wide.  "That is incredible.  Even for Dyvia,
I shouldn't be seeing you until your twenty-fifth week, yet she
recommended you for the interview.  Wow.  Kudos to you girl."

She blushed a bit in pride.  "Thank You mistress."

"Your welcome Slut, now tell me, why do you wear such colors in your
make up?"

"I like to wear colors that bring attention to my eyes and lips.  When
they make eye contact with me, I want them to see how much I want them
to put me on my knees and fuck me right there.  And my lips are always a
very bright or very dark color.  I want my masters and mistresses to
imagine things they could do with my mouth."

"Such as?"

"Such as fucking my mouth, having me wrap my lips around a cock, using
my tongue on a juicy pussy."

"How fast can you read?"

"I can no longer read, Mistress.  That part of my brain was altered to
retain more information on how to pleasure others."

"Good, good.  We wouldn't want any of you girls spilling one manager's
secrets to another."

"Of course not Mistress.  Sluts are here to be sexual toys of others.
We have no need for anything else."

"You do understand that most of your feeling towards sex are not
necessarily real?"  The way she said it almost sounded like it was a
question not worth asking, whether that was due to one of the sluts
previous answers, or because it was regularly asked question was not
really important.

"Of course mistress, as I said, I am a mind fucked slut.  I do depraved
things and delight in them every day."

Part of Patricia's cheek twitched as if to suppress a smile when
Chastity had mentioned 'depraved.'  "Do you understand depraved?  Do you
find them humiliating?"

"I only understand depraved through my memories, things I would have
been horrified at seeing, let alone doing, are normal for me.
Humiliation is more of a foreplay for me, I expect it, but I do not fear
it, or feel disgusted.  I know that almost seems like its not actually
'humiliation,' but Mistress wanted to make sure I understood it.

"I know this is a simple question, do you remember the name of this
corporation?"

Chastity simply shook her head, "No mistress.  I understand I applied
for the job, I remember signing my name on contract, I even remember the
letter head, but I can't remember what any of it actually meant.
Mistress Dyvia took that from my mind, and said it wasn't important, the
important things was just using my body for my superiors."

"Do you even know how to tell a superior from someone else?"

"Anyone who would use me."

"How would you know if the superior was from a rival corporation?"

Chastity looked down for a minute.  "I wouldn't know, I would have to do
what I was told."

Patricia laughed.  "Don't worry, that is the correct answer, sluts like
you are not supposed to think about business politics beyond making sure
your supervisors and our clients are well... entertained."

Chastity smiled again.  "Thank you Mistress,"

"You're welcome."  She looked down at her paper, and looked up with a
smile, "Now let me ask you this, if you worked hard for an entire month,
and we decided to give you a day off, and allow you to use any of the
corporation's resources, what would you do?"

Chastity giggled for a moment.  "Hmm, I'd be torn, I'd love a private
room with either a huge dungeon, or a room with a swimming room and sky
light, ask for like fifty people, and an orgy!" Chastity giggled again.

Patricia smiled, closed her eyes, and shook her head, that answer hadn't
surprised her.  "If I were to change your job designation from 'slut' to
a 'cocksucker' how would you feel?"

Chastity thought for a moment.  "I would be a bit disappointed most of
my body wouldn't get as much use, but I like sucking cock, so I would
look at it as an opportunity to be better at that."

"Good answer, but don't worry you won't get that designation, we like
you just the way you are."

"Thank you Mistress."

"I see you know how to wear very little, and you obviously know how to
walk well in heels, but if you were given all of the appropriate
clothes, could you function as 'eye candy' for a client or supervisor
during a social event?"

"I think I could Mistress, but only from a superficial way.  I don't
think I could hold a regular conversation any more.  But yes, I could
wear feminine clothes without a problem, and I could hand off a man or
woman's arm with ease and smile. I'd probably be self-conscious about
sitting, as keeping my legs closed or crossing them isn't really natural
with my training."

"What is your preference? Men or women?"

"I don't think I have a true preference.  I love them both equally.  So
it would really come down to individuals."

"How so?"

"Mistress Dyvia wanted me to be extremely sexual.  And so I crave sex,
being used... giving and receiving pleasure.  If it came down to a true
preference between two individuals, I think I would choose whoever would
use me more."

"So you prefer Men?  Since they are almost always willing to drop what
they are doing for sex?"

Chastity shrugged.  "if mistress says so ,it must be true, I don't think
I ever noticed a difference."

"Well I say it is so."

"Then Mistress must be right I prefer men."  she said with a smile.

"How did you feel about that before you were enrolled in the program?"

"I preferred women, the idea of sex with a man made me feel very
unaroused."

"'Unaroused?' Is that even a word?"

Chastity shrugged.  "I don't know, it just fit."

Patricia smiled, and use her hand to tell chastity to stand, "thank you
Chastity, you've done very well.

"Thank You Mistress."

The interviewer stood up, "You've been very good, Chastity, and I think
I will agree with Mistress Dyvia's recommendation to put you into an
office.  Very few are given permanent assignments in just a 10 weeks of
training.  You should be proud."

She nodded her head.  "Very Much Mistress."

"Good, then you will be assigned to room 4666. You may want to wash up
before reporting there."

Chastity nodded her head as she looked at the slightly drier cum stains
on her chest.  "Yes Mistress, I think that's a good idea as well."

"Then you are dismissed."

Chastity wasted no time.  She stood up and walked to the door.  Patricia
called out, "One last question chastity."

"Yes mistress?"

"What was your name before you were recruited?"

"Evan Loman, Mistress."

"Thank you. Now you may leave."

As she exited, the secretary was there, but neither made an attempt to
speak.  She turned left when she exited the office, she knew that her
new assignment was up two floors just by the numbers, but she still
hadn't figured out the numbering system considering they were in a
skyscraper...  Or st the very least,given the windows, they worked hard
to make it seem like one.

Chastity saw the ladies room ahead and walked in.  There was one stall
at the end being used.  She wanted to take a few paper towels and start
to clean herself off, but given the arm harness, she couldn't exactly
grab anything.  The faucets were motion sensitive, so she could at least
wash her face, or hope that another slut or really any type of service
girl would come.  She bent over and held her jaw under the faucet for a
minute, and then switched sides of her face...  Holding the funny angle
in which she was bent over she 'walked' over to the hot air dryer.

She looked at herself in the mirror and had a huge grin on her face.
Ten weeks ago, she had been taken by force, well strong-armed into it,
she swore she'd never do anything they wanted, and here she was, happy
that being such a depraved slut had gained her a permanent assignment so
quickly.

She heard the toilet flush and decided it was time to leave.  She walked
to the waste basket and through her paper towels away and caught 'her'
in the mirror.  "Mistress Dyvia?"

And Mistress Dyvia nodded as she walked to Chastity, "You are a mess."

"Yes Mistress, I was being good," she said with a smile.

"I have no doubt."  And apparently Mistress Dyvia was feeling generous
as she took a paper towel, ran it under the water and started to clean
up the slut.  "Did you get an assignment?"

Chastity was excited to hear that her first Mistress was knowledgeable
and interested in her status, "Yes Mistress!  I am actually going there
right after I leave here.  To room-"

"4666?"

Chastity stopped, "Yes, Mistress, how did you know?"  she said with the
sound of delight in her voice.

"I have eyes and ears all around here"  she said as she finished
cleaning off the sluts chest.

Mistress Dyvia smiled.  "Besides, I know you and I know... 'Chastity is
chaste to the untouched.'"

And Chastity's head seemed to swim, and her eyes rolled for a second and
she spoke, but this time her voice seemed to lack emotion, but only a
lethargic and sleepy quality to it.  "To the untouched, chastity is
needed to remain chaste."

Mistress Dyvia smiled as her prize pupil went into trance as she had
been conditioned to do.  "Are you open to your true mistress?"

"Yes."

"Good, who owns you?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Who are you loyal to?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Who must you obey before all others?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Good.  Now you were in Roger's office today?"

"Yes."

"Did you see anything on his desk?"

"Yes, a letter from John Masters agreeing to a merchandise exchange
tonight at 6pm at the 'usual' club."

"very good, Chastity." She smiled, "Now you are going to be serving a
new dominant, and you will consciously embrace this.  Consciously you
will remember me as your dominant of the past, and eagerly embrace your
dominant of the future.  But deep down, who is your true Domme?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Very Good, and you will continue to be my eyes and ears.  You will make
note of everything you hear, and you will think you are not paying
attention.  You will convince yourself it is not of your concern.  But
when you do hear something important, you will wear pink nail polish
before work.  And I will meat you here before you report to your office.
Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good girl, Now count down aloud from five, and when you reach one...
awaken."

"Five, Four, three, two, one,"

"Hello Mistress to Chastity."

She blinked a couple times, "I'm sorry Mistress, I was just thinking how
much I would love to serve you on my knees." she hoped mistress would
buy that, after all, she always was attracted to Mistress Dyvia.
Sometimes she would just space out and day dream about Mistress chaining
her to a frame of some sort and her holes while using a crop on her
ass...  She shook her head again...

Mistress Dyvia smiled, "Of course." then her eyebrow raised, "What did I
tell you would be your reward if you got a permanent assignment within
15 weeks?"

"An orgasm, Mistress?"

Mistress Dyvia nodded, her head, and reached into her purse removing a
key.  She stepped over to the bathroom and locked the door, and came
back inserting the key into Chastity's belt.  It hit the floor with a
clang.  And Mistress's hand was on her cock.  It was still working, she
could feel it rising in Mistress' hand.  And mistress pumped away, and a
moment later several streams of thick white and musky fluid streaked
across the ladies room floor.  "Don't slip, cum can be a nasty slip and
fall hazard.  We wouldn't want OSHA coming around and asking
uncomfortable questions, would we?"  She chuckled, "A shame your new
boss will have the key by morning, I could have done that for you again.
Be sure to  put your belt back on.  As I said, your new boss will have
the key by morning"  and with that Mistress left.

Chastity stood there stunned.  She knew mistress made the promise, but
she didn't think a piece of meat like herself would be so lucky as to
have a mistress keep such a promise.  But it felt so strange, ten weeks
without an orgasm, and it was over in barely a minute. Part of her
wondered if she would get in trouble.  But then again, she hadn't
reported for her new position yet, which meant that Mistress Dyvia was
still in charge of her.  But then again, she was a slut, and depraved
acts of sex was what she had been made to enjoy.

Chastity left the bathroom once her belt was back in place.. and locked.
She walked down the hall until she got to the stairs.  She knew which
floors she could be on without setting off the alarms.  And she went up
two floors and looked for a door number.  She found one, and immediately
knew what direction to walk in.  Within a couple of minutes she was
standing in front of her new assignment.

The door opened and a secretary let her in.  "Are you the new service
girl?"

"Yes, my name is Chastity."

"The boss isn't here, but left instructions."  She looked at the word
'slut' on Chastity's chest.  "Good, just what the boss requested."  she
started to undo the monoglove, "No need for this, besides you might need
both hands depending on who comes in this afternoon.

"Thank you," she replied, as she felt her tight muscles try to loosen.

"Here is your seat," she said.

Chastity's eye brows squeezed together strangely as she looked at the
small pillow the secretary was handing her.  "Thank you?"

"Yes, I'll show you your work station."  She entered the office.  "Did
you have any specialization training?"

"I was taught to be a slut, and I am told I excelled at all aspects of
the training, but I don't think I am limited by any specialization."

"Limited by specialization?  That's supposed to.. oh, never mind..."
The way she said it suggested that she almost didn't understand the
slut's view on specialization.  The girl obviously thought
specialization was not good, but specialization technically meant better
proficiency, right?  The secretary wasn't going to try and figure out
the girl's thoughts.  They stopped at the desk.  "Who was your training
supervisor?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Ohhh..." she said as if the slut said the wrong thing.  "If the boss
asks you, be sure to answer truthfully, but I wouldn't volunteer that,
the boss hates Bitch Dyvia.  Be sure to refer to her as that if alone
with the boss.  They hate each other, strong rivalry and such."

"Okay thanks," Chastity said with a smile.  She looked around.  "Where
is the boss?"

"Been here very little today, there is a rumor that we have a traitor,
trying to sell out to John Masters. You know who that is?"

The name was alien to her.  "no, I've never heard of him."

"Well he runs a business like ours, but his conditioning techniques
aren't as good, he wants to get his hands on some of our girls.  Maybe
some of our toys and documents, the boss thinks if he can figure out who
it is, it would be instant promotion."

"Is it, uhh.. 'bitch Dyvia?'"

The secretary laughed, "Oh that would be the best thing, but most likely
not.  She's too ambitious, and the boss thinks, if she became a traitor,
she'd do it on her own, so she didn't owe favors to outsiders."

"Wow.  I never thought of her as the kind of person who would turn on
us."

"She probably wouldn't, but the boss would love it, and would try to
take the bitch down."

Chastity smiled.  "So anyway, What about my work station?"

"Oh, yes, right over here."  She pointed to the desk, specifically under
it.  The desk had no middle panel, so a visitor could see the boss' legs
from their seat.  "Your work station is down there, you may sit under
the desk when the boss is not here.  But when the boss or a client are
in the room, you are to kneel.  If the boss' legs are open, you are to
make all attempts to use your oral abilities to please.  If the boss has
a client, you should make it a point to make your ass available for
their use.  Got it?"

"Yes, thank you!"  She took her pillow, and placed it under the desk,
and knelt awaiting her new owner.  She knew she could sit, but she
wanted to prove to her new owner how good she was and how eager she was to serve.

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