I'm a sub -First person POV-

My name is June Murphy. I was looking for a summer job over college break, and had always been on the kinkier side of things. I was having no luck at all, but then I saw the house of kinks. After visiting a few times, I decided to apply for a temporary position there--a professional sub.

I had fantasized about this, in varying levels, since I was a young teen. I had always looked a little extra long when a protagonist was in handcuffs. I asked my first boyfriend to pin my hands while making out, and eventually on the bed. Later, I asked to be treated rougher by another boy, and it left bruises on my back. I never cared, in fact it turned me on. He didn't feel the same.

This left me alone for the summer and I could not have found a better job. I was being paid sooooo well. I was expecting to be treated like dirt, but no. Everyone I has talked to while applying had been kind and treated this as a real job, I had insurance for a year, and I wanted this.

They sent me my first uniform, a black lace corset that exposed my breasts, black g-string panties, thigh highs with garters, 5 inch heels and a very delicate collar. They had asked that I practice putting it all on before my first day, as I would have to be able to walk and would have only half an hour to get ready.

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After about 45 minutes, I was confident. I could walk with elegance, and looked incredible. I knew they had taken my measurements, but this outfit accentuated my curves and looked incredible. I knew I was ready for my first day.