Accept Becky’s offer

Becky’s words strangely resonate with you.

Yes, you thought about keeping your normal life with your office job, plus being a part-time ****.

But what if you can humiliate yourself even more? Take an underpaid, dull work, that will make you even more dependent on your Mistress?

And moreover - it will make you more available for Becky.

You will be her near-at-hand-****, and she won’t need anyone else.

You could be at her office, licking her clitoris, any minute she wants it. You could spend your breaks during workdays mummified and moaning under her feet. You could…

You just say yes to her offer, and that’s how your new life begins.

The very same day you quit your office job.

They were very surprised with your decision. What’s the matter? Did you get a more profitable offer from the competitors? Are you starting your own business? Maybe you are going to the trip around the world?

You weren’t going to tell them the truth, but suddenly this idea looked very funny.

So yes, you told them that from now you’ll work as a simple cashier in hypermarket. With a salary that is 5 times less than the one you had. And that you’re doing it to be closer to your Mistress, that works there.

You left office smiling at their shocked faces. And that was totally worth it.

And then other advantages came.

You came back to the hypermarket, and Becky gave you out your uniform. Black trousers, blue blouse, shoes with no heels. It doesn’t look sexy, but for you it’s something special. It’s your first full-time slavery uniform! Well, almost slavery. So you put it on with proud.

But Becky manages to surprise you.

“A finishing touch for your uniform” - tells she, and gives you her panties. Her wet, tasty, gorgeous panties. But what should you do with them?

“Open your mouth” - comes the answer, and you do. And of course, she stuffs your hungry mouth with this fabric, sobbing with her juices, and then seals your lips with a kiss.

But you still can’t understand what’s going on, so she explains: you don’t need to talk to customers. Hypermarket’s rules allow to hire mute persons as a cashiers. Acting as a mute sounds a bit weird, but… it makes your mouth Becky’s laundry-basket for whole days! Isn’t it wonderful?

So this is your new life, and you learn to love it.

Every morning Becky puts new panties in your mouth. Sometimes they are wet from her juices, but if you behave bad, they can be soaking with her urine. But whatever, you eagerly take them into your mouth, put on your uniform and go to the cash desk.

Sometimes during the workday you imagine how Becky will fuck you later this night with a barcode reader… or make you crawl naked across the hypermarket… or even tie you naked to the shelves early in the morning, several minutes before hypermarket is open, so you’ll have to untie yourself until first customers come…

These thoughts make you moan, and customers look surprised, but you don’t care. You keep sucking Becky’s juices from her panties in your mouth.

But most of the day you are just working, hypnotized with the dull rhythm: beep goods with a barcode reader, take money, give back change, beep goods with a barcode reader, take money, give back change… Goods, goods, goods… all you see is thousands of goods. You are slowly becoming one of them. You have your price, it’s your salary. It’s not big, because you are cheap, and you like it. A cheap **** of hypermarket. Day by day the store becomes your home, and you - you become the best of its goods.

THE END

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