Secretary Lee's Daily Life 2
Even in the roughly two minutes it took her to walk from the bus stop to the company nearby, Secretary Lee drew countless stares—lust-soaked eyes from men, scornful ones from women. By now that stretch of sidewalk had become its own kind of thrill, an appetizer that primed her before the real training waiting at the office.
"Good morning."
"Ah—good morning."
The company was well on its way into the ranks of a major corporation, so security was taken seriously around the clock, with plenty of guards on the payroll. One of them stood posted at the main entrance. He looked old enough that, with a superintendent's title rather than an ordinary guard's, he had no business standing morning watch—and yet he deliberately took the post every day just to see her.
As expected, this one stares the most blatantly of all…
She used to barely register that he existed. These days they exchanged a few words every morning, enough to pass for something like acquaintance. Not that she cared about conversation. Unlike the younger men, he was utterly shameless about it—talking while his eyes crawled openly over her chest, her ass, her thighs—and that was exactly what got her going.
His hand drifted toward her as if by accident.
"Well then—have a good day."
"Ah… right."
The superintendent tried to brush against her body. Secretary Lee slipped neatly out of reach and moved on. She might allow herself to be eye-raped, but the only person permitted to lay hands on her was her master, Jihee. That line she had no intention of crossing.
In the past she would have taken the elevator straight up to the secretary's desk outside the president's office. Now she had a new morning routine: riding up one floor at a time, stopping in every department to take the day's reports. Hearing the reports was only a pretext. The real purpose was to parade her filthy outfit past every employee in the building, soaking her cunt under the full spectrum of their stares—disgust, arousal, contempt, raw lust.
"Good morning."
"Ah—good morning, Secretary Lee…"
Marketing was first. One of the women there flicked her eyes away the moment she saw her. She had once admired Secretary Lee, looked up to her, even wanted to be like her. Now that the secretary showed up every day in trashy clothes and flaunted herself so blatantly for the men, that same woman looked at her with something close to revulsion.
Hnnngh… women's disgust feels incredible too…
Outwardly Secretary Lee kept her usual cool, composed face while she listened to the report. Inside, the woman's hateful stare was wringing more wetness from her. A little more and she would start dripping; the thought of it, paired with those eyes that looked at her like something dirty, only wound her tighter.
"…Understood. Keep up the good work."
"Ah… yes. You too."
As the woman turned away, Secretary Lee gave a small, private shiver of excitement and headed for the next department.
"Good morning, Manager Kim."
"Ah. Yeah. Good work."
She greeted every employee she passed. Manager Kim had the worst reputation among the women in the company. He greeted her with a greasy smile, stared straight at the side-boob spilling from her top, and angled his half-hard crotch so she could see it.
Disgusting… Still. That look I like.
As a lesbian she could stomach a man's lustful gaze, but actual cocks—and watching them stiffen—were another matter. Even so, he and the superintendent were the two men who eyed her most openly and obscenely, so she put a deliberate sway in her hips as she walked on, feeling his stare cling to her ass from behind. She made her rounds through the rest of the departments and finally reached Business Affairs.
"Ah—good morning, Secretary Lee!!"
"Good morning."
A tense-looking young man was waiting for her. He saw her every day and still went rigid every time; the purity of whatever he felt for her was written all over him.
Heh… a little service, then.
"Go ahead with your report."
"!!! Y-yes—right away!!"
Secretary Lee deliberately folded her arms. The motion dragged her top tighter, and the side of her breast that had already been half-spilling out was shoved even further free—nearly half the full curve on display. The male assistant's eyes went wide. He fumbled through his report, gaze glued helplessly to her chest the whole time.
Dressing like a whore had tanked her standing inside the company. Among the women she was basically called a slut to her face; most of the men, of course, simply loved it. This particular assistant was one of the ones who always spoke up for her, watching her with something that looked a lot like genuine, innocent affection.
"Thank you. Keep it up today."
"Yes! You too, Secretary Lee~!"
Report finished, she headed for the president's office. Her master had not arrived yet, so she cleaned the room herself while she waited.
Running late again today because of him, I suppose…
Jihee was her master—but Jihee was a slave too, in almost the same position as she was. And Jihee's master was none other than her own stepson. The relationship between those two made what she had with Jihee look almost ordinary. At this point, none of that mattered to her in the slightest.
"Time to get ready, then."
Preparations complete, Secretary Lee went straight to the door of the president's office, squatted down, spread her legs wide, and laced her hands behind her head in the posture of submission. Jihee usually still had more than ten minutes; some days it stretched past an hour. Secretary Lee held the pose without a word of complaint and waited for her master.
About twenty minutes later the door opened, and Jihee stepped inside.
"Good morning, my Queen. This filthy toilet-slave greets you. Please use me however you like today, like a toy, and throw me away like garbage when you're done."
"Come here."
"Yes, my Queen."
The crude greeting of total submission earned nothing but indifference from Jihee. Being ignored only made Secretary Lee wetter. On all fours she crawled to the chair where Jihee sat and knelt beside it.
Jihee extended a foot.
"Excuse me, my Queen."
Secretary Lee slipped off the pump and put out her tongue, licking and sucking Jihee's toes. It was their morning ritual—a daily reminder that she was nothing but a slave to Jihee, nothing but a toilet.
To anyone else it would have looked humiliating, barely human. To them it was simply how things were. For a masochist as far gone as Secretary Lee, being treated like a toilet had become something closer to a reward.
"Palm out."
"Yes, my Queen."
When she had licked the foot clean and held out her hand, Jihee—who, like her, wore no underwear—spread her own cunt and bore down. Something hot spilled into Secretary Lee's waiting palm.
"Heh… thank you for the meal."
It was her master's son's cum—Heetae's. So much of it had been packed inside Jihee that it still steamed faintly in Secretary Lee's hand. Jihee's face went pure bitch the instant she saw it. She stuck her tongue out long and vulgar and greedily lapped the cum off the secretary's palm.
"Hnnngh—ah—I'm coming—"
Licking it up tipped Jihee into a light orgasm; a little squirt of cunt juice spattered the floor. She looked as satisfied as if she had just finished a wonderful breakfast.
"You. Lick up the filthy cunt juice I spilled on the floor."
"Yes—thank you, my Queen—slurp—"
Secretary Lee cleaned Jihee's mess off the floor with her tongue, and their day properly began.
"Beginning the—nnngh—report—"
Making the rounds of every department each morning was a form of training in its own right, designed to turn her into an exhibitionist who got off on being stared at. It also served an actual business function, which made it wickedly efficient.
"Th-the sales department is—haaahhh—"
Even the reports themselves were never just reports. Training was woven straight through ordinary work until the line between ordinary woman and bitch-slave grew thinner by the day.
Right now Secretary Lee was squatting on top of Jihee's desk as she tried to deliver it. A dildo fixed to the desk was buried in her cunt; another was buried in her ass. Every time Jihee pressed the button, the toy in her pussy rammed into her.
"Give a proper report, Secretary Lee."
Slap!!
"Ongh—?! Y-yes—I'm sorry, my Queen—!"
Pleasure had scrambled the report. Jihee brought the whip in her hand down across Secretary Lee's breast. A red welt bloomed; the pain hit her hard—and she came from it on the spot, spraying cunt juice.
It splashed onto Jihee's clothes. Jihee sighed and began unfastening them at a leisurely pace.
"How many times do I have to train you before you stop making mistakes like this?"
"Get down here, you pig bitch."
"Haaah… yes, my Queen."
Anticipation of whatever brutal thing was coming next only soaked Secretary Lee further as she climbed down off the desk.