Secretary Lee's Secret
"Ah! Secretary Lee—starting tomorrow… no underwear."
I flinched.
"Y-yes, Boss."
Fresh from the shower, the boss strolled out of the room arm-in-arm with her son as if they were lovers, tossing the order at me like it was nothing at all.
Aaaah… finally…
She had delivered the command as casually as discussing the weather, yet the meaning coiled inside it was so intense it threatened to drag me straight into the abyss. Heat flooded my body; excitement bloomed hot and sharp through every nerve.
"Boss… no… Queen…"
I already knew my sexual tastes had twisted far past anything normal. Loving a woman who was being trained by her own son—wanting, with my whole heart, to become that woman's slave—was a warped, deeply broken kink. But it was far too late to turn back now.
Only moments earlier I had pressed my ear to the door, listening to the sounds of the boss being trained and fucked by her son, furtively touching myself the entire time. Afterward I had cleaned the room they had so thoroughly soiled, heart racing with arousal the whole while. My mind was already completely gone for her.
Learning about her relationship with her son for the first time barely startled me. I myself carried thoroughly abnormal desires, and I had long since sensed that the boss's tastes were anything but ordinary.
So all that masturbating she did… it was on her son's orders…
At first I had pretended not to notice when she touched herself at the office. But she grew bolder and bolder until she would moan softly and pleasure herself even while I was giving her a work report. I also knew she photographed herself doing it and sent the pictures to someone.
Still… I never imagined that someone was her son. The boss really is every bit the pervert I am… no, she's far worse…
Even now, knowing that the woman I longed to serve as my Queen was an even greater pervert and masochist than myself, my love and my hunger to submit did not waver in the slightest. If anything, the sight of her being more depraved than I was made my cunt soak through at once; I wanted her to start training me this very second.
What is she going to do to me tomorrow…? Heh heh…
Just imagining it set me trembling with excitement. After years of locking my twisted desires away, I was finally going to be allowed to pour them out. My chest pounded at the thought.
I have to hurry home and get ready…
So far the only order I had received was not to wear underwear—but that I would be trained by the boss tomorrow was all but certain. Which meant that tomorrow I could become her slave. The idea filled me with a joy and arousal greater than anything I had ever felt.
I'm so glad I was honest with her…
I loved her. Watching her masturbate right in front of me had finally broken my restraint; whenever she left her office I would sneak in and touch myself at her desk. I sprayed my juices across her floor. I shoved the ballpoint pen she used every day deep into my cunt and fucked myself with it. Filthy, shameless acts. She never caught me in the act, but suspicion eventually made her install a hidden camera. When I noticed it I didn't stop. Instead I poured every ounce of my obscenity straight into the lens.
While I masturbated I looked into the camera and confessed that I was a masochist who wanted to become her sex slave. She watched the footage… and said nothing. I thought she had rejected me.
And then today she showed me her secret.
"Queen…"
No matter that she shared an unethical relationship with her son, no matter that she was an even deeper masochist than I was—none of it erased the love and the devotion I felt for her.
This is what real love is…
No matter how filthy or shameful the truths I learned about her, my feelings never shrank even a fraction. Other people would call it abnormal. I already knew I was thoroughly twisted.
I never imagined I would end up like this…
The old me had been a fairly successful woman with ordinary desires. I first realized I was a lesbian in middle school. Watching ordinary porn, I never focused on the man and woman together—only on the woman. A man's body or cock only made me uncomfortable; a sexy woman made me burn. At first I didn't understand what that meant. Then I stumbled across a video of two women together and finally admitted I was a true lesbian. After that I attended an all-girls high school and an all-girls university, dating countless women along the way.
It's a shame I can't give my Queen my virginity…
By the time I entered university I had already given my virginity away to the first girl whose tastes matched mine. My college years were thoroughly promiscuous; I lost count of how many women I slept with. Yet even after all that love-making, a hollow place inside me remained unfilled. I graduated, joined this company, and met the boss.
Heh heh… I felt it from the very first glance…
I had come here simply for a job. The moment I saw her, I fell into true love. Her confident beauty captivated me; she was more radiantly feminine than anyone I had ever met, and the sight of her made me throb with want. From the interview onward my head was filled with the desperate urge to touch, lick, and suck those full breasts and that lush ass.
At first it was simple love. But she never seemed like a lesbian, and she was married with a child, so I half-abandoned hope and soothed my loneliness alone. Ordinary masturbation soon wasn't enough. I started hunting harder and harder lesbian porn until only lesbian SM content satisfied me. That was when I finally understood my own nature—and began to dream of being trained by her. And now that dream was about to come true.
"Boss… Queen… please take this filthy slut and turn her into your personal meat toilet…"
As if rehearsing, I stripped completely naked and stood before the full-length mirror, speaking the words as though she were already watching. My pretty face and well-balanced body reflected back at me, and the comparison to the boss rose unbidden. I knew I was attractive enough; since my student days I had been pursued by men and women alike. Of course I only ever accepted the women, so I had never once been with a man. Even at the company the few male employees had shyly asked me out; I had refused every one of them.
Of course the Queen's body is far more beautiful than mine… haaahn…
I was merely decent. She was genuinely beautiful—face and figure both. If she had never started a company and had gone into entertainment instead, her looks alone would have made her famous overnight. The inferiority that thought sparked only humiliated me further… and the humiliation only made me wetter.
My hips jerked. Even this fantasy of declaring my submission was enough to send a light climax rippling through me; slick juices slid down my thighs.
"Haaah… Queen…"
I couldn't hold back. I dropped to my knees right there, spread my legs wide, and began to masturbate—crude and shameless, as if showing her exactly what a worthless slut I was and begging her to sneer at me.
"Ohh… nnngh… hnnn…"
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick—
"Ohhh—I'm coming—please watch, Queen—!"
My body, already thoroughly trained by sex and endless masturbation, peaked almost at once. I sprayed my juices across the mirror and the floor, trembling hard.
"Queen…"
In my fantasy she looked down at me with the contempt reserved for a worthless insect. That crushing sense of degradation did nothing to calm me; it only stoked the fire higher. I had to bring myself off three more times before the heat finally eased enough for me to clean up.
Should I just throw every pair of underwear away…?
I still didn't know exactly how she intended to train me, but if she ordered me to discard them all, I would. She had already forbidden underwear tomorrow. The thought of commuting without a scrap beneath my clothes sent fresh heat rolling through me again.
"Heh… I'll see you tomorrow, Boss."
Tomorrow might destroy my entire life. The secretary who was looking forward to that destruction instead of fearing it finally soothed her racing heart and drifted into sleep.
"Hoo… hoo…"
The next morning I left the house exactly as ordered—without a single piece of underwear. For the first time in my life I wore a tailored skirt suit with nothing underneath: no bra, no panties. The empty, airy sensation between my legs sent thrills sparking through me. Craving even more of that dangerous rush, I deliberately took the bus to work.
Haa… it feels like I could get fucked right here, right now…
By the time I reached the office my cunt was already soaked and aching with heat. The boss hadn't arrived yet. I touched up my makeup, smoothed my clothes one last time, and waited for the Queen who would become my master.