'Suck up' to the new owners...for now.

You feel an almost undeniable urge to submit to these cruel, yet captivatingly confident men. You have gotten so used to blaming your body for your unnatural urges, but you find your brain betraying you too. You wonder briefly if you brain and body want to surrender and serve anyone who bullies you, then where does the bimbug end, and you begin? It's a problem with no clear solution, or at least none that satisfies your pride. You have more immediate concerns.

If you quit, you abandon your child, your former employees, and all of your dreams. If you stay, you risk becoming a mindless sex ****, but you have one sliver of hope. You won't be a brainless bimboi bitch, but a sneaky sissy slut saboteur. It takes every ounce of willpower to resist falling to your knees, but you manage it for almost thirty seconds...a new record for you. Armed with the knowledge that you can control your urges, if only for a half minute at a time, you can let these losers think they've won, and find a way to turn the tables on them.

"Oh golly gee! Thank you so much for the offer! Like, I would suck and fuck a constructy crew everyday for free! You guys are so gennyrous for lettin' me stay in your trailer with my baby bimboi boss!" You worry that you are laying your syrupy sweet sing-song voice and baby babble on too thick, but your new bosses lap it up. You fall to your knees and look up lustily at them. They waste no time in whipping their cocks out and you waste no time in 'sucking up' to them.

"Gaw haw! I guess it's true what they say, isn't it? If you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life! Isn't that right, fag?" You bob your head up and down his sizable shaft answering with an emphatic yes. It kills you that he's not far wrong either. You hate him with every fiber of your being, except of course the parts currently being stretched and filled with his fat prick. They are too busy sending thrilling throbs to every inch of your traitorous trampy body and soon you find yourself loving him with every fiber of your being, or at least you love twelve inches of him anyway.

"Quit hogging the sissy, moron! And cut it with the homophobic remarks. I don't want you cutting into our profits with needless lawsuits because you are too dumb to keep your mouth shut." Through your dick drunk haze you notice the hulking bully John giving the smaller smart mouth Joe a look like he is seriously considering whether it's worth paying Joe's hospital bills and breaking his jaw. You file it away in the sliver of cognitive capacity still hanging on for dear life and then inhale his engorged erection.

There is something different about sucking off the bigoted bully this time. You are more aware and present in the moment. Somehow by willingly diving balls deep onto his dick, you have retained that small sliver of self. Instead of being drowned in the tidal wave of pleasure that comes every time you slam your spurt spot in the back of your throat against John's hard cock, you are riding the waves of ecstasy. The downside is that being aware of what you are doing the whole time makes it that much more humiliating, and you find a part of you getting off on your own embarrassment, sissygasming more humiliatingly harder than when you were a mindless meat puppet.

"Don't forget, I still got senioritis on you two bums, so cum quicker and hand over the throat." You blush and burn up at being referred to as nothing more than a hole, but you also notice that Jack is aping Joe's verbose vocabulary, and making a monkey of himself in the process. Both the hulking bullies have a eighth grade education at most, and only if you combine their efforts. If you manage to keep your head, even while giving head, you might be able to turn them against each other and divide and conquer.

"Yeah, yeah. Quit your whining. You're starting to sound like Jane here. NNGH" John punctuates his insult with a shotgun blast of sticky splooge across your face. You ignore the insult and beam brightly as if it is an honor to wear his cum as a face mask. Then you lunge on Jack's junk and begin jerking him off with your mouth. You are still keeping your head above the waterline of boiling hot bliss and your own cum cravings. Jack, on the other hand is starting to lose control.

"Hey! Mrs. Jenkins! Slow OOH down! You're gonna make me MOAN!" Watching you fellate his fellow owners must have gotten the lummox worked up, because you suck the stud seed straight from his shaft, much to the amusement of his 'friends'. "Stupid slut!" SMACK Jack back hands you brutally to the floor, but with your endorfuns and sissytonin flooding your veins, it barely registers as a love tap. You make a show of feigning pain and penance as you look up with big, wet puppy dog eyes. You have to learn new ways to fight now, new ways to be strong. Swallowing your pride, along with about a gallon of Jack's jizz is the hardest thing you've ever done, but you tell yourself it will be worth it in the end.

"Alright, alright. Don't go crying on me, Mrs. Jane. Go meet Samantha and she will walk you through your duties as Assistant Sissy ****, er I mean Assistant to the Employee Satisfaction Officer." You nod obediently, noting Jack's need to use euphemisms to pretend he is still doing everything honestly and above board. He is almost as conflicted as you are, and you doubt he has any idea how duplicitous his colleagues are. You file it away in the back of your kernel of cognitive capacity and then groom yourself like a cat, making a sultry show of scooping the spunk off your smiling face and lapping it up lustily. You wish it wasn't so easy to 'fake' how much you love the taste, but you have bigger worries at the moment.

You quickly change into your new work uniform of assless daisy dukes, a short denim vest that barely cover your bare breasts, a pink hard hat with A.S.S stenciled on, and pink thigh high rubber boots. As you make your way to your sissy daughter, you wonder what kind of boss she will be, and if you will be able to trust her to help you when the time is right.