First work day

The morning began with someone very persistently starting to wake you up. You immediately felt pain in your rectum and the taste of cum in your mouth. It took you a couple of minutes to come to your senses. You lay limply on the bed in your new room, legs spread wide, exposing your abused ass. You were completely naked, except for the collar that you could never seem to take off.

“Oh, you’re awake, Dougie,” Lisa said.

“I hope you got some rest because you have a tough day ahead of you. I’m going to take you to work with me,” Lisa announced in a cheerful voice. “You will be my little sex toy. But first, we need to prepare you for your new role,” Lisa continued, her voice deepening. "We need to make sure you're dressed for the presentation."

With these words, Lisa went to the closet and, opening it, began to choose a suitable outfit. A few moments later, she had chosen a short leather skirt, a pair of thigh-length black tights, a leather top with too long sleeves and too many straps, and shoes with heels so high she had to practically tiptoe around.

The clothing was clearly chosen to accentuate her curves, which was both provocative and humiliating.

You knew that Lisa would **** you to wear it anyway, and if you resisted, it would only make your situation worse, and you began to obediently get dressed.

The clothes seemed to swallow you up and you couldn't help but feel trapped by them. The skirt barely covered her crotch, and the high heel **** her to stand up straight to maintain her balance. It was the perfect choice to demonstrate your status as a ****. However, after putting on the top, you realized that the sleeves were too long.

Then Lisa took the sleeves and, wrapping them around her son, began to fasten them behind your back, like a straitjacket. Lisa looked at you and thought about something, as if she was looking at a picture that was missing some small detail.

“Oh, I see,” she said and went back to the closet.

A few moments later she returned with a gag and a leather blindfold. “I think this will be appropriate,” she said, smiling wickedly. "Ideal."

She tied the gag around your head, making sure it was tight enough that you couldn't speak, but not so tight that it caused you any serious discomfort. Then she blindfolded you.

“Here,” Lisa said, stepping back to admire her work. "Now you're ready." With an already practiced movement, Lisa fastened the leash to your collar.

“Let’s go,” Lisa ordered animatedly, tugging at the leash. You had to make every effort not to fall and keep up with your mistress.

Soon you felt like you were outside, but because of the blindfold you couldn't see anything. You heard the sound of a car door opening and the surprised female voice of your mother’s personal driver. “Wow, Mrs. Summers, what a sight! Who is this beauty? The driver's voice sounded curious and surprised. “This is my new acquisition,” Lisa answered proudly. “I brought it with me because I’m going to have a lot of fun in the office today.”

Lisa laughed mischievously and tugged on the leash to lead you into the passenger seat. The driver continued to look at you with eyes wide open in amazement and lust. “I can never afford a personal ****,” she whispered very quietly.

Lisa then helped you into the passenger seat, fastening the seat belt around your waist. Even though he couldn’t see, you were keenly aware of the driver’s envious gaze and couldn’t help but feel incredibly humiliated.

“Well, I think we’re ready to go,” Lisa said confidently, tightening her grip on the leash.

“Yes, ma’am,” the driver responded, her tone a little more formal. The car's engine came to life, and then the familiar purr of an automatic transmission was heard. The car pulled away smoothly from the side of the road, accelerating down the street.

“You better behave yourself, Dougie,” Lisa growled in his ear. “Otherwise I will punish you properly.” You knew your mother meant every word she said and would not hesitate to hurt you if necessary. You didn't dare disobey her orders. You understood perfectly well that if at home she could ignore disobedience, then in public it would already call into question her reputation, and that the punishment would be much more cruel and swift. You felt her sharp nails dig into your neck, reminding you that you were a ****. The thought of your own mother treating you this way made you feel ashamed and disgusted with yourself.

As the car sped through the busy city streets, you felt a growing uneasiness. The atmosphere in the car became tense and uncomfortable, and you heard the driver shift uncomfortably in his seat. You could easily imagine the lustful glances she was throwing at you through the mirror and the lewd thoughts running through her head. Soon the car stopped. And a few seconds later the driver opened the door so her boss could get out of the car. Lisa pulled on the leash, signaling for you to follow her. You felt the gazes of passers-by as you followed your mother, and the blindfold only added to your embarrassment.

There were sighs and whispers around you, but they were not alarmed, but surprised and lustful. Lisa tugged on the leash and led you through the noisy lobby of her office building. The staff, dressed in business suits, greeted her with nods and smiles, but their eyes were drawn to the sight of her bound, blindfolded and gagged ****.

“Miss,” one of her assistants told her, her voice laced with curiosity. "Who is this?»

Lisa smiled widely, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “This is my personal ****,” she announced in a loud voice. "Isn't he cute?"

You whined softly, your body trembling from the public humiliation you had endured. You were offended that you were put on display like an exhibit.

“Oh, my God,” another employee exclaimed, her voice muffled with emotion. - Does it really belong to you?

Lisa perfectly understood her surprise and even forgave her for her unofficial address, although she had always been an ardent supporter of subordination in relation to subordinates.

Few boys were born, and only a few could be legally enslaved. I had to pay huge sums of money to special funds. And even if there was money, no one would give a license just like that. To do this, we had to go through many authorities and obtain a large number of permits. And most importantly, you had to have strong rights to make a boy a ****. Therefore, very few, even extremely wealthy people, could legally afford such luxury. Therefore, in everyday life, everyone else could only dream of such privileges. And now Lisa has such a privilege. Therefore, Lisa simply smiled at the assistant’s answer. This left her even more shocked, since during her work she had only seen the domineering boss smile twice. And this smile completely closed the question.

You couldn’t see the shocked and envious looks of your mother’s subordinates, but you heard their whispers.

“That’s what I admire about Miss Summers. She always keeps us on our toes."

“I don’t know how she managed to get such a treasure,” said another employee, her voice full of admiration. “I would go crazy if I had a toy like that.”

“I bet he’s great in bed,” the secretary whispered with a mischievous grin. “Even renting such a person for an hour would cost several months’ salary,” said another employee. “And even then you will have to behave very restrained,” the interlocutor answered her.

Lisa confidently walked to the elevator, not paying attention to all the looks and whispers of her subordinates.

You tried your best to keep up with her gait. The high heels dug into your soles, causing you to stumble several times. But Lisa didn’t stop, forcing you to keep up with her. You heard the elevator doors open, and with a slight tug Lisa ordered you to follow her. She pressed the elevator button and moments later you were inside, standing alone. As the elevator doors closed, Lisa reached out and grabbed the leash by your collar, pulling you towards her.

"You'll be a good boy, won't you?" - The notes in her voice did not hide the fact that she was on the verge of not pouncing on you right there. You whined softly as your body shook in fear. Now mom is extremely excited and will not hesitate to punish you if you give her even the slightest reason.

Your head bobbed up and down in agreement.

The elevator doors opened and Lisa led you into the office. As you exited the elevator, you heard familiar gasps of surprise and whispers. Lisa, with a calm face and her characteristic aura of a hostess, headed towards her office. She looked at everyone in the office and couldn't help but notice the stunned faces of her employees. Some of them pretended to continue working, trying to avoid her gaze and pretending not to pay attention to the unusual situation. Others openly admired the spectacle, watching you with undisguised interest. The atmosphere was filled with pent-up tension and quiet whispers. You listened intently, still unaware of what was happening due to the blindfold. You were nervous, but most of all he felt confused and unsure.

Lisa entered her huge office and closed the door behind her. The noise in the office immediately stopped and you could only hear your mother's deep sighs.

“I must say, Dougie,” she said, her voice full of delight, “you made a great impression on my subordinates.” Your mother's words echoed in your ears and you could only feel the cold sweat running down your back.

“You see, Dougie,” Lisa continued, lowering her voice, “you’re not just my pet, you’re also my trophy.”

Her tone was smug, hinting at the pleasure she took in showing others what she had. But left alone, she stopped maintaining her calm image.

“Oh, Dougie,” she gasped, “I was on the verge of losing control.”

She grabbed and pulled you closer to her lap.

“I wanted to fuck you right here,” she admitted, her voice hoarse with lust. “In front of everyone. But I restrained myself,” Lisa continued, her voice deepening. “I wanted to save the best for later.” She gently massaged your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “I wonder... Would you like to play with me right here in this office?” – asked Lisa. Her question was rhetorical, and she did not expect an answer from her pet.

“Well,” Lisa muttered with a grin, “I could always use a little fun...”

Lisa chuckled darkly as she led you to her desk. She pulled out a chair and ordered you to crawl under the table. You crawled under the table. Your short skirt rode up to your hips, exposing your pale skin. The smell of expensive leather and polished wood filled your nostrils.

“Good boy,” Lisa praised. “Now help me relieve the tension.” - Mom said, unzipping and taking out her erect penis.