Kneel

Maybe it’s due to her dominate aura, maybe it was her alienish beauty, or maybe it’s how horny you felt, especially towards her beauty. Without a second thought you knelt down on the carpet at bottom of her throne, looking up at her.

“Now, you are here to apply for the secretary position. We will get into that role in a bit, but first about this place. We are the dungeon, a collection of professional missresses and dominatrixes sharing resources and clientele. I am the head mistress, the owner, and manager. I handle the day to day stuff or delegate so our people can focus on the fun parts. Each has their specialty so there’s not a rivalry, and each can help the others when partnering. Most share rooms that are equipped with devices like these, but with different themes as well.” You had thought this felt like too much space just for her, but this made sense. “Your role will be under all of them. Technically you would be underneath everyone else, but you can also think as you’d be in service to all of us. Which way would you prefer?”

You get what she is really asking. Would you want to just work here, or would you like to include a submissive servitude aspect to your work? Seeing as you were already kneeling and looking at the feet of someone you address as goddess, that’s not a large step to take.

“Goddess, it would be my pleasure to sieve the dungeon.” You don’t look at her eyes, staring down at her feet even as you feel her cat eyes pierce deep into you.

“If that’s the case, your official position is bitch. But you can work your way up to ****. As bitch, you’ll work at the front desk, managing communications and helping customers to and from rooms as needed. You’ll obey any command from the Mistresses, and treat customers with respect. You’ll be given an outfit every day, and thirty minutes to get dressed and ready.” That sounded like what you expected, yet still alittle disappointing as your fantasies imagined more.

“If you work up to **** thought, you’ll be asked to directly help the mistresses in their duties and pleasures. To earn that position, you would need to get approval from everyone you serve. And they won’t give it easily.”

You gulp, a part of you knows you shouldn’t want to earn this, yet you know you are gonna try your best to earn the title of ****.

“May, may I do anything to help earn the title Goddess?” You ask, still looking at her feet.