Secretary Lee's Daily Routine
Beep-beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep-beep.
"Mmm…"
Seven in the morning.
It was the kind of hour ordinary office workers rolled out of bed to head to work, but for someone whose company sat a mere ten-minute drive away, it still felt a little early. Ever since that particular day, though, she had risen at this hour without fail.
"Haa~ah."
Secretary Lee rubbed her slightly sleepy eyes and sat up. Completely naked, the covers slipped down to reveal her charmingly full C-cup breasts and the beautifully sculpted waist and hips she maintained with pilates and gym work. Any man who saw her would have drooled and hardened on the spot—yet she, unfortunately, held not the slightest interest in men.
"Good morning, my Queen."
The very first thing she did upon waking was bow toward a photograph of Jihee—her company president and, more importantly, her master. Naked and without the least hesitation, she prostrated herself on the floor and offered her greeting. It might have looked bizarre to anyone else, but for her this had become the most important ritual of the day, the true beginning of every morning.
"Hoo~ Now just bowing is enough to make me start getting wet."
Under Jihee's training, the secretary always presented herself as a masochistic pig who begged for further discipline while soaking her pussy in front of her mistress. Alone at home the loneliness usually kept her from growing truly excited, yet the daily command to bow and greet Jihee's photograph filled that emptiness; the moment she finished the greeting she slipped straight into heat.
"Maybe I should just throw all my underwear away…"
A woman who loved neat organization, she kept clothes and undergarments carefully separated, with an entire dresser devoted solely to lingerie. As an employee of an underwear company she was often given pre-release samples to try, so she owned far more sets than most people—and a large dedicated wardrobe to hold them. Lately, however, she had not touched that wardrobe once.
"Still, she might order me to put some on someday, so I'll leave them for now."
The reason she never opened the lingerie drawers was simple: her master had ordered her never to wear underwear without permission. She lived every day completely braless and panty-less, and by now the freedom felt natural. Even so, she could not know when the command might reverse, so she decided against throwing anything away.
She headed into the bathroom, lay down on the floor, lifted her hips high, and folded her legs back over her own head so that her face pressed to the tiles while her ass pointed at the ceiling.
Shiiiiiii…
"Gulp. Gulp. Gulp."
Without the slightest hesitation she began to piss in that position. Gravity sent the stream cascading down over her body and face; she opened her mouth wide and drank every drop that fell onto her tongue.
"Gulp~ Thank you for allowing me to drink my own piss, my Queen."
She even offered thanks toward the absent Jihee. An ecstatic expression melted across her features as she trembled, body gleaming with her own urine. This too was by order—so that she would never forget how filthy and low a toilet she truly was.
Jihee had never once checked whether the command was being obeyed. She could have skipped the entire ritual and no one would have known. But the secretary was already a slave deep in her heart; every order, no matter how humiliating or how easy to ignore, was kept with absolute faithfulness.
"Next I'll do an enema to train my asshole and pussy."
She filled a prepared three-liter enema syringe to the brim, then pushed the nozzle into her own rear hole.
"It's always so cold… and it feels so good."
She had never known the sensation before Jihee began training even her ass as another pussy. Now the painful fullness of her belly expanding with liquid had transformed into pure pleasure, making her cunt even wetter.
"I'll masturbate while the enema works. Hnn~"
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.
With her insides packed full of enema fluid she spread her trembling legs wide and began to touch herself. In the past she had used a simple dildo for relatively wholesome self-pleasure; after Jihee's training, ordinary masturbation no longer satisfied her.
Three fingers of one hand thrust into her pussy, deliberately stroking the spot she knew so well, while her thumb pressed and roughly slapped her clit for the masochistic thrill. With her free hand she tortured her nipples—pulling, pinching, twisting—until pain and bliss flooded her face.
Anyone who knew her would never have believed it was the same woman. Her eyes rolled half-back, mouth hanging open, tongue lolling as drool ran freely down her chin. Urine still glistened on her face, hair, and body, the yellow sheen making her look even filthier—and somehow all the more beautiful in her degradation.
"Ooooh?! I'm—I'm cumming, my Queeeeen~!"
Pssshhhh~
Even at the peak she reported to Jihee and begged mental permission. She no longer looked like a human being; she looked like a thoroughly dominated, thoroughly bound female animal whose only purpose was pleasure.
"It's—it's coming out~!"
As climax loosened every muscle, the entire contents of her belly poured out of her. Whether she was orgasming through her pussy or climaxing from the act of excretion itself had become impossible to tell; she had been developed that thoroughly. She had never once taken a cock, yet her body was now ready to accept one at any moment.
"Hoo… Time to clean up…"
For a full five minutes she kept snapping her hips through the aftershocks before she finally calmed enough to wash and shower.
After the shower she applied light makeup and dressed, then checked her outfit in the mirror.
"Still a little long…"
The skirt already left most of her thighs bare, yet to a woman who lived for exposure it still felt too modest. She hiked it higher until the lower curves of her ass cheeks peeked out; a slight forward bend would now flash her bare pussy. Only then did she smile in satisfaction.
Her top was a knit sweater with deep cuts at the sleeves and sides, exposing plenty of skin. The slightest lean forward revealed both breast and nipple from the side; even standing still her side-boob spilled out lewdly.
"If my Queen wore this…"
Just imagining Jihee's enormous H-cups stretching the same fabric, side-boob bursting out even more obscenely, was enough to make the secretary flush with fresh heat.
"I'd better get going."
The fantasy alone set her body burning, but nothing compared to the real training she would receive once she saw Jihee. She hurried out of the apartment and onto the street.
Hehe. Looks like today's regulars are here again… Oh, there's a new one today.
She used to drive to work, but after the training began she rode the bus every morning. The rush-hour vehicle was packed, bodies pressed tightly together—exactly the kind of situation that excited her most.
"Oh my. I'm so sorry."
Press, press.
"I-it's fine!"
In the cramped aisle she inevitably bumped into, or fully plastered herself against, the person in front of her. This morning she ended up almost completely overlapping a man standing ahead. Far from pulling away, she only pressed her breasts harder into his back and ground herself against him.
The soft, heavy feel of her tits startled the man; his face went scarlet. No man alive would hate being touched by a beauty like her, so he secretly reveled in it—though of course he could only answer in a tense, polite voice.
Click.
Hehe. Someone's filming again.
While her upper body rubbed service into the man in front, something else was happening below. Someone was secretly aiming a phone camera up her skirt. The crowded bus meant no one noticed the lens or the soft shutter sound, yet Secretary Lee—already a veteran of countless upskirt shoots—knew at once.
Ah… My pussy is being shown to strangers again…
This was far from the first time. Her lewd outfit and the thick scent of sex she radiated drove horny men past self-control; they filmed her whenever they could. Because she never wore panties, her bare cunt had become something of an internet celebrity—dozens of photos already circulating online.
Her master Jihee knew all about it. Far from forbidding the practice, she had ordered the secretary to spread her legs wider whenever she sensed a camera, so the shots would be clearer. Secretary Lee casually opened her stance a little more, adjusting the angle herself so her pussy would be perfectly framed. By evening those new pictures would be all over the web, becoming someone else's jack-off material.