The Suit is Chosen

I’m sure Ulla was trying to find option C.

The way her eyes darted between the scary dungeon and the humiliating outfit…

She still tried to find a way out. She wasn’t ready to choose either one.

She was stalling.

“But, seriously… Jack… What the fuck is all this stuff? …Did you like, pre-plan this whole thing? You… You fucking disgusting pig!” she finally spoke up.

“No. This was all just a happy accident. I’ve been setting this place up so I can use training methods on all the staff here. I want to make this the best magazine in the universe.”

“T-Training methods? This… BDSM dungeon? That’s disgusting! Deplorable! This is beyond harassment! This is beyond human decency! This is-“

“Look, it’s easy. Don’t make mistakes and don’t disobey me and you never have to see this place again.”

That answer was far from acceptable for her. But hey, this was a man’s world. There wasn’t anybody she could make a complaint to. At least she thought so.

But there was always the chance that this was all too much for her and she’d rather start a job in waste management than work one more day with me. So I would still have to tread carefully.

“If you don’t like it, then go. I’m only giving you this chance as a courtesy. But if you stay, you have to choose now. Right now. My time is valuable.”

“But both-“

“Ulla, shut up. If you can’t deal with this, I can’t deal with you. If the next words out of your mouth aren’t ‘I choose this’, and your finger pointing at one of the choices, then you are finished. You have ten seconds.”

She nothing. She just stared at me with intense hatred.

Let’s see how fast I could count.

“Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneighni-“

“I choose this! I choose this!” she shouted in panic. (ULLA: +4SP) (+36SP)

And her finger was pointing at…

The outfit.

Excellent.

Secretly… I hoped she would choose it.

She probably thought this was the easier one.

Just the outfit and serving me.

Haha. And she thought that would be easy.

This one was going to be way harsher and way more cruel than anything I could’ve done to her here in one hour. And now I had her for the rest of the day.

She might be begging me to change her choice later.

It would be too late for that.

I let out a small chuckle, and threw the outfit at her feet.

“You sure love them outfits, don’t ya, nurse Slutmuffin?”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey. That’s not an appropriate way to talk to your boss. Besides. Part of the deal. You have to be as nice and as subservient as you can. If not… You’re still getting fired.”

She rolled her eyes, and carefully picked up the outfit. Like it was nuclear waste or something.

“So, apologize. Nicely.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry.” (ULLA: +1SP) (+37SP)

“No. Nicely.”

“What? Like how then?”

“Smile. And call me ‘boss’.”

She let out an involuntary grunt, but then put on the fakest smile I had ever seen on her face.

It looked sarcastic.

“I’m sooo sorry, boss.” (ULLA: +1SP) (+38SP)

Fine whatever. I nodded.

Hopefully I’ll train that attitude out of her soon enough.

Just seeing her **** a smile on her face was pleasurable enough. Because she never did. She was one big, surly blonde. Just that one change made her almost a bombshell.

She started looking around for a place to change her outfit.

But… We’d done this before. She quickly realized I wanted to see the whole thing.

She was smart enough to realize that it was pointless to argue about it, and it would probably just lessen her chances of keeping her job, so…

She began to take everything off. Silently. In front of me.

While I leered over her figure silently, like the big powerful pervert that I was.

It was nothing I hadn’t seen before, but it’s still easy to forget how fucking sexy she was naked. I mean sure she did her best to hide private parts again, but just the shape and look of her skin… I wanted to jump on it right now.

The bunny outfit was fairly easy to slip on. It wasn’t as tight as the nurse’s outfit had been, but…

It was definitely more embarrassing.

Once the outfit was fully on, she folded over a bit… Trying her best to deny me the pleasure of seeing her clearly in it.

This was probably her worst nightmare.

Wearing an outfit which implicated female subservience.

To be used as a toy. A happy little plaything. A man’s servant.

The only thing missing from her hand was a tray full of vodka drinks.

She was actively avoiding eye contact. There was no feminist spin she could put on the thing.

She was mine now. And she looked like a **** little bunny girl.

Not only that… Her body had a healthy, rosy glow now.

And not just because of the embarrassment.

No, I knew this redness. It was the kind you couldn’t fake.

The way she twitched, the way her breathing became harder…

She was feeling lusty.

Her second trait was finally active. The one that made her horny when wearing embarrassing outfits.

She was trying to shield herself from me, but the way she bent over when doing that… It was like every small move she made had some erotic sensuality to it.

She probably didn’t even notice it.

I clicked my fingers in front of her face.

That made her snap back to reality, and look up at me.

Oh yes. There was definitely something in her eyes. Something… unfulfilled. A desperation.

I liked her looking like this. Definitely.

“Open the door for me, bunnykins. There are some places we have to go.”

She nervously eyed the door.

“Um, ah, wher-“

“Open the door and stop asking fucking stupid questions. That’s another minus point for you.”

I ceremonially drew out my cellphone, and began tapping on it, as if marking her points. That got her slender legs moving fast.

She practically hopped to the basement door, and opened it up for me. (ULLA: +2SP) (+40SP)

Despite her still twitching her hips and breathing like a marathon runner, her main mood appeared to be her usual surliness. She looked down on me like she wanted to squash me.

I started walking to the door. Before I exited, I turned to her.

“You better smile when I ask you to do stuff. Otherwise…” I picked up my phone again.

There it was. That lovely fake smile was quickly plastered on her face again. (ULLA: +1SP) (+41SP)

She almost looked like a real bimbo in that outfit and that smile.

It fit her.

“There we go! Nice. Let’s go, bunnykins.”

As I exited, I made sure to squeeze her tight, juicy ass on the way out.

Her surprised screech made her sound like a real animal.

GLORIA

…

I…

I didn’t see that, okay?

…

I didn’t see that… weird… creature… with Jack’s face taped on its head… fucking that brunette writer in the closet.

I didn’t.

Despite the sounds that still came from the closet as I pushed my ear against the wall.

No way was it real.

It was like… something from a nightmare or something.

…at least they didn’t see me, or I don’t think they did…

…

What the Hell is going on in this office? Did everybody get some virus or something?

Was I the last one with any brains left in my head?

…Okay fine. I was just as bad.

I traced along the edges of the plastic plug that was still in my ass. I could feel it jutting out against my shorts.

…Tomorrow. Tomorrow it’s coming off.

I won’t need to use the bathroom before that.

I… I can manage. I have to.

I don’t want that megabitch Gretchen taking it out again.

Why can’t she just disappear? It was so happy with just Jack and m-

“EXCUSE ME?!”

The sudden shout behind almost gave me a heart attack, and made me jump up.

I knew that annoying, shrill voice from anywhere.

Maria.

She looked me up and down with her eyes as wide as plates.

The last person I wanted run into.

The last person I wanted to see me wearing my yellow hot pants and my… obscenely tight white t-shirt.

I looked like trailer trash.

But… It was what he ordered me to wear… (GLORIA: +2SP) (+79SP)

“What in HELL’S NAME do you think you’re wearing in my office, missy?”

Woah. She was really burning with anger. Usually she was just cold and distant, but whenever I did something like this…

Whenever I showed her that she didn’t control me completely…

She would lose it.

And turn really, really scary.

“I, look Maria, I-“

“AND stop calling me MARIA! I’m your mother for fuck’s sake! Why are you still acting like a rebellious teenager?”

No way I’d call her mom again. She didn’t deserve it.

She took one step closer to me. I almost fell down.

“I can’t believe I let you return to the office. You’re a complete disgrace. Do you have any fucking idea how you’re making me look?”

Me me me…

“And imagine if Jack saw you like that! The delusional man would probably still think you were flirting with him!”

…yeah right… the dumb bitch still thought we were broken up.

“And wipe that dumb smile of your face! You know what? Fine! You wanna act like a child, I’ll treat you as a child! Come here!”

“HEY! No!”

She grabbed me by the ear, trying to pull me over to the kitchen.

What the fuck?

She never did this to me anymore!

The last time she did…

Oh no.

She pulled up a chair.

Was she really going to-

She sat down …and pulled me over her lap.

No no no!

“Don’t think you’re ever too old for a spanking!”

“Mom! W-We’re in the of-office! Y-You can’t-“

“Oh Hell yes I can. It’s a part of your punishment.”

“NO! LET ME-“

SPANK!

Owowwow!!! My left buttcheek!

She spanked it! The bitch!

It was burning! And stinging!

Mom’s hand was still so tough! After all these years!

…Did I just call her “mom”? Oh shit.

SPANK!

NO! OW!

My right buttcheek! Bitch! Bitch!

I refused to shout out loud!

What if somebody walked in?

W-What if Jack walked in?

Somehow this would be more humiliating than anything he ever put me through!

Oh God! No! How do I make her stop!?!

SP- GLONK!

…

“Ow! What the fuck? My hand hit something!”

Her- hand… It…

Hit the plug.

The plug got shoved one inch further in me. And the sensation of it happening that fast and so suddenly…

And by my mother’s hand…

I… I had to get out of here…

“What the Hell was that? Do you have something… in your pants?”

I could feel her hand around the waist of my hotpants.

She was about to pull them down.

That can’t happen.

I slid of Maria’s lap faster than she could catch me.

Before she could react, I hopped into spring.

And ran the Hell out of the kitchen.

“HEY! STOP! GLORIA!”

I…

I just had to run for now.

Maybe disappear.

At least until tomorrow.