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"Valerie, as our ****, your tongue is our property," said Michael. "If we want you to tongue out our sweaty assholes, you will gladly do so. If we want you to lick the soles of our feet, you will do so gladly. If Crystal wants you to lick her pussy, you will. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Your holes belong to my cock, and my cock alone unless I give you permission to fuck someone else. Also, you will call me 'Master,' call Crystal 'Mistress,' and we will refer to you as anything we want. Got it, fucktoy?"

"Yes, Master."

"Slutface," said Crystal. "You will wait on us hand and foot. If we tell you to do something, you thank us for the opportunity to serve us. If we tell you to do something, you will respond with "yes, mistress or master, thank you for letting me prove I'm not a totally worthless slut.' Now go get us two pineapple smoothies."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for letting me prove I'm not a totally worthless slut." Valerie walked to her stuff and got some cash and walked to where the food carts and trucks were.

"Believe me when I say the more degraded she feels, the hornier she gets."

"Oh my god, Michael?"

Michael looked over and saw one of his co-workers, Missy Stevens.

"Hey, Missy," he said glumly.

"Surprised to see you here and with a woman no less," she said with a laugh.

"Who's this bitch?" whispered Crystal.

"She works in the cubicle next to me. Thinks I'm gay because I have never complimented her looks or hit on her."

"I see you're alone," Michael told Missy.

"Yeah, but not for long. I'm heading to the bar to get a drink."

"You buying?" asked Michael.

"Not hardly," said Missy.

"Missy, believe me when I say..."