Her boss and idol

You smile and run your eyes over Erin's nude, pleasing body. You know she'd give it to you in any way you asked. But for the moment, you have to cover it. "Get dressed" you say, "We're going on a little trip."

"To meet another one of your fuck pigs?" Erin says, excitedly, wagging her hips as if she were a puppy wagging her tail. You nod. "What should I wear, sir?"

"Whatever you think is appropriate for going out." you say. This should be an interesting test, you think. Erin has always been a very dirty, very obedient girl behind closed doors. You've never taken her out and exposed her to the world.

She runs down the hall into her bedroom, and you wait. You have no doubt that the events that will follow will test Erin's willingness to be submissive, and in fact, her concept of the world around her entirely.

Erin's boss, Jessica, is her hero. She founded the non-profit where Erin works, and is the type of hard-working, caring, intelligent person that Erin aspires to be. She's told you this. She's told you this many times.

What Erin doesn't realize is that Jessica is also the type of fuck slut that Erin aspires to be, ten times dirtier than you sweet girlfriend. Erin has no idea of this. Finding out may break her.

She returns to you wearing a lacy little black negligee. Definitely not the sort of thing that anyone should wear out in public. You approve.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You ask.

"No sir" She answers, running past you to the couch. "I left my collar here last night. I'm not forgetting it." And Erin picks up her leather collar, the one with the word "slut" emblazoned on it, and holds it up for you to put around her neck.

You both get in the car and Erin doesn't seem particularly shocked or embarrassed to be wearing what she's wearing riding in a car in plain daylight.

She does seem a little confused when you pull into the building that houses the non-profit where she works. "Why are we back at work, sir?" She says. You wonder if she's concerned that you're going to reveal her sexual submissiveness to everyone at her office.

"Don't worry sweetie," you say. "Everyone should have gone home for the day by now." Everyone except the one person who'd be working late.

Erin grimaces. "Please don't call me sweetie. I'm a fuck pig. Please don't be gentle with me."

You lead her into the seemingly empty building, up the elevator, into her workspace, down a hall, around a corner. "Sir, how do you know the layout of where I work so well?" She asks, not realizng how often you come here to fuck her boss. And you lead her right to the office where her boss works.

She hesitates. You shake your head. If she wants to be your filthiest, dirtiest, most submissive fuck doll, hesitation won't do.

"Wait..." she says, her brain processing what's happening. "I thought you were going to take me to meet your other fuck pigs."

You knock on the office door.

Erin still doesn't quite get it. "If that's true, why did you bring me here?" You just smile at her. She'll understand soon. She'll understand as soon as...

The door opens and Jessica stands there. A statuesque woman in her late 30's, her long red hair falling onto her shoulders, her ample c-cups and strong hips hidden underneath a business suit. Jessica's eyes widen when she sees you. She glances over at Erin. Then back at you. She knows something is happening even if she doesn't know what. And she knows what to do.

She runs back into the office, tears open a drawer of her desk, grabs her own collar, then runs back to you, drops to her knees, lowers her head, and presents her collar to you. Just as she does every time you visit.

You turn to Erin and smile. Her mouth has dropped open.

"You see." you say as you fasten Jessica's collar which also reads 'slut,' "your boss Jessica really is the perfect idol for you. Not only is she an intelligent and caring human who runs this organization to help the community, she'll also do anything I say. Fuck any way. Fuck anyone." you crack a smile. "Hire anyone I tell her to"

Erin doesn't respond. She's still confused. She looks down at her boss, the woman who she's looked up to so many times. "Jessica?"

Jessica looks up at her. "It's slut. My name is slut. I only answer to slut" She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, as if she's entering into a religious experience. "And you would too if you were proper."

Erin doesn't answer.

"Tell her why she's not as good a slut as you are." You demand from Jessica.

"Remember last week when you brought in that young man, Jamal, who we're going to help send to technical college?" Jessica asks. Erin nods. "He was a sweet kid who just wanted a chance at going to college." Erin nods again, and again. "The fact that you didn't tear his pants down and suck his thick black cock right here in my office, tells me that your mind isn't up for being a true fuck slut."

Erin stares at Jessica. She looks back at you. Her mouth is still dropped. "But he was a client. You wouldn't..."

"I did." Jessica says. "The next day I invited him and five of his friends back and swallowed cum from every last one of them."

Erin doesn't answer.

"You think you're here at this job to help out underprivileged youths." Jessica smirks. "Maybe. But you're on this planet to have your holes fucked and used. And you don't realize that. That's why you're not as good a slut as I am." Then Jessica looks over at you for approval.

She's done well, and she gets a treat. So you lean in and slap her hard across the right cheek. Her whole body shudders. She opens her mouth wide, and you spit into it. She swallows. She's so very happy.

"May I finger myself sir?" She asks. And you nod. Slowly she starts to undress. First peeling off her jacket, then unbuttoning her blouse, then pulling down her pants, until she's just in a white bra and panties.

And she's exposed something to Erin that your girlfriend didn't expect to see.

Jessica is covered in tattoos. Every inch of her flesh that's normally covered by clothes is, in fact, covered by tattoos. There are tattoos of flowers that look like vaginas on her shoulder. There are tattoos of pinup girls from the top of her left arm running down her back. There are tattoos of words "slut" and "cunt" and "fuck pig" and "****" across her breasts. There is a queen of spades tattoo on her right thigh. And on the upper part of her left leg, there are tattoos of hash marks. Dozens of them, stretching all the way across her strong, pale thigh.

Erin just stares. She can't speak.

Jessica sits on her desk and slides a hand into her white panties. "Do you know what these are?" Erin doesn't answer. "These keep count of every one of our clients that I've fucked."

You look over at Erin. She just stares. Her teeth are clenched. Her whole world is coming apart. You can see it in her eyes. She can't believe her boss, her hero is a bigger slut than she is. She can't believe you've been fucking her hero without including her. She can't believe her hero has been fucking the disadvantaged youths that are her clients, without her.

"Do you want to know how many there are?" Jessica asks. Finally Erin manages a response. Just a slight nod. Jessica smiles, taking a moment to let out a moan as her fingers work at her clit beneath her panties. "Eighty seven."

Erin falls to her knees. You're not sure if she's submitting herself to you, submitting herself to her boss or simply lacks the ability to stand any more.

You gesture toward her. "Crawl over and taste your boss's well used cunt" you say. Erin, ever obedient, crawls over on her hands and knees as Jessica slides her panties down her long legs, and spreads her thighs, welcoming Erin into her bald, wet pussy.

And then, Jessica, as Erin's face buries itself in her crotch, decides to twist the knife even more. "I know you think you're a big slut. But you're not. You're a good worker. You're a nice person. You're... sweet. But you're not a slut."

Erin looks up at her, pulling her face, now wet and glistening with pussy juices, out of her boss's crotch.

"Tell me the nastiest thing you do." Jessica says.

"I love to eat my master's asshole" Erin says, truthfully. She can't get enough of running her sweet tongue over your ass.

"And how many assholes have you eaten?" Jessica asks. You suspect she already knows the answer. You know that it's just been you. And Erin's silence means she knows that that answer isn't acceptable to Jessica.

"Remember Maria, that pretty Hispanic girl who lived with me for a month until we could find her an apartment?" Jessica asks. Erin doesn't answer. She just buries her face back into her idol's sweet pussy. "She would invite over her boyfriend and we'd both eat his ass..." Jessica closes her eyes and lets out anther moan. "I'd lick him so deep. Then he'd fuck Maria's ass, and I'd eat the cum out of it."

Erin looks up at her again. "You'd be his fuck pig?" She licks her lips. You feel like this is all starting to turn her on. She can't escape it now, her own inferiority, and the fact that her world no longer makes sense. All she has left is her own pleasure, and her ability to be an object of pleasure.

"No." Jessica says. "I'm only my master's fuck pig. But being available to all pleases him. The holes of a true fuck pig should be open to all who want them." Jessica says sounding as if she's reciting. But it's not something you've taught her. It was the answer she gave you years ago, way back when she first told you she wanted nothing more than to be a slut, and when you'd agreed to help her accomplish this. "Are your holes open to all?"

The answer, of course, is no. You've not shared Erin with the world because you've not sensed that she's been ready. And even now she hesitates to respond.

Jessica looks over at you, and this time it's her mouth that's dropped. She's shocked. Shocked, perhaps, that your girlfriend would be such a timid, inferior slut.

Erin looks over at you too, perhaps for guidance or comfort.

You have none to give. If Erin wants to be your biggest slut, she'll have to do better than this. "We punish hesitation." you say shaking your head.