Secretary Lee's Training Begins
Ordinarily Secretary Lee waited at the desk outside the president's office, but today she was waiting for me inside. Her cheeks were faintly flushed with nerves; she couldn't even meet my eyes, glancing away and acting for all the world like a bashful virgin before the person she loved.
"Start today's work report."
"Ah.. Yes! President, today...."
She had clearly been expecting something else. When I ordered an ordinary report instead, she looked slightly flustered and hurriedly scrolled through today's schedule on her tablet.
".......That's all."
"Hmm.... I'll have lunch with you today, Secretary Lee."
She flinched.
"Y-yes... President."
I hadn't changed any other duties, but lunch would not be alone as usual—I would eat with my secretary. Knowing full well it meant far more than a simple meal, she smiled in pure delight, bowed, and made to leave the room.
"Come here, Secretary Lee."
"Yes, President....."
When I called her she approached as if greeting her master, ending up looking down at me across the desk.
"Your gaze is too high."
"Pardon?"
"Hoo~ Looks like I'll have to train you from the very beginning. Come here and kneel."
"Haah... Yes, President..."
The tense secretary showed none of her usual cool composure; she was completely dazed. Being a considerable masochist, I had thought basic training would be unnecessary. Originally I had planned to corrupt her straight into a masochistic meat toilet, but some education clearly seemed needed after all.
In her neat suit and skirt, Secretary Lee looked every bit the successful career woman. New employees in the company looked up to her with real respect; I knew she was quite popular.
"Please give me your orders, President..."
Despite her nerves she came to my side without the slightest hesitation and immediately knelt, looking up at me. Her face brimmed with anticipation—far more the expression of a female awaiting commands than the haughty woman I usually knew.
"Hmm~"
"Eut..."
I slipped off the high heels I had worn and stretched out my foot, lifting the secretary's chin. Having her head raised not by hand but by foot, she trembled lightly, clearly feeling humiliating arousal at her situation.
"Have you been following orders well?"
"Euut... Yes... I came without wearing any underwear..."
I slowly lowered my foot. From chin to neck, neck to collarbone, it slipped inside her suit jacket and stroked her breasts as if stepping on them.
This feels so good...
The secretary had had lesbian sex with countless women, but never been treated this humiliatingly. The many women who had taken her had handled her roughly, yet most had been unable to hold back their own excitement and simply pounced. My foot, however, was caressing her body as if appraising merchandise. Even a woman's precious breasts were being stepped on like a toy for my amusement.
"Oh my~ Already this aroused? Standing up so stiff like this?"
"Hguuhh?!... Yes..."
I played with the secretary's breasts with my foot, then pinched the protruding nipple between my big toe and second toe. She trembled with pain and answered diligently.
She's still not used to pain, it seems.
By my standards it was an extremely light pinch, but the secretary, not yet properly trained as a masochist, screamed as if it hurt that much.
"You begged me to make you my masochistic toilet, so I wondered how much of a sow you really were.... and you're screaming in pain from just this?"
"I-I'm sorry. I'm truly a masochistic pig bitch. Please train me into a toy that's good for you to use, President..."
Her masochistic appearance was still lacking, but her mind was almost completely submissive. Even after seeing the traces of yesterday's sex with my son, her love and obedience toward me seemed utterly unchanged.
"Then let's start with some simple mental training..."
Seeing the secretary offer herself to me like this was getting me excited, so I decided to begin proper training. It was still too early for the kind of training my daughters and I received, so I would start light.
"Stand up and lift your skirt."
"Yes, President..."
"From now on, call me Queen."
"Yes, Queen..."
Calling me Queen, the secretary stood and hiked up her skirt, fully exposing her pussy and ass. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed; her pussy looked tightly closed as if rarely used, and her ass was as firm and perky as Dohee's from all the exercise. At twenty-six she was still very young, the picture of a beautiful woman.
"Really? We haven't even started and you're already dripping pussy juice like this?"
"I'm sorry, Queen... Just thinking about being trained by you into a masochistic sow gets me so excited my pussy juice won't stop..."
"You're not becoming a sow by being trained—you were just a sow from the start..."
"Yes... That's right. I'm a masochistic sow ooo..."
Simply degrading her with words got the secretary so aroused that pussy juice ran down her thighs; she unconsciously thrust her pussy forward, craving training at once.
"Thrusting your pussy out on your own—what a rude pussy."
Slap!!!
"Hguung!?!?!?..."
I slapped the slightly protruding pussy mercilessly from top to bottom. Caught off guard, the secretary screamed and immediately pulled it back.
"Present your pussy."
"Y-yes, Queen."
Tears faintly gathered at the corners of her eyes from the pain of the slap, but when ordered she trembled and thrust her pussy forward again.
"Secretary Lee, didn't you say you wanted to become my slave?"
"Th-that's correct. I want to become Queen's sow..."
"Then from this moment on, Secretary Lee's body no longer belongs to Secretary Lee. It's my property..."
"Yeees... My body and heart all belong to Queen..."
"Good. So that means—"
Slap!!!!! Slap!!!!!
"Kkeung?!?!... Heung?!!?..."
"Even getting your pussy slapped is just something you take if I feel like it."
"Y-yeees... Queen..."
This time I slapped her pussy twice in a row. Unlike before, she shed tears from the pain yet didn't pull her pussy away, keeping it presented. Her body trembled violently, but her pussy kept dripping juice, proving with her body that she was a masochistic pig.
"Good... Then here's your reward."
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Ogooot!??!... Queeeen... Pussy feels so gooood... Thank you, Queen..."
Carrot after stick—I thrust my fingers into the secretary's pussy. Already soaked, they went in without resistance, and it immediately squeezed them joyfully.
"Fufu. You were trembling from the slaps just now, but the moment I finger you you're clamping down saying it feels good~..."
"Ooooot?!!?... Yeees... My pussy is a defective pussy that loves getting slapped and fingered ooo..."
When degraded she admitted it herself, and she couldn't hold back, moving her hips on her own and using my fingers as a masturbation tool. Mouth open, tongue lolling, staring at me—her face looked just like mine when my son trains me.
Fufufu... Secretary Lee is quite the pervert too~ At this rate she'll make a fine female for my son to use~...
The secretary was a female who loved and submitted to me, her president—but my thoughts were different. I planned to make the secretary my own toy, yet if my son wanted her, I would prepare her so he could use her as a meat toilet anytime.
She might dislike it, but her will didn't matter. Her master was now me, and my master was my son—so if he desired it, the secretary's body was nothing more than a tool that could become his meat toilet at any moment.
Squish!! Squish!! Squish!! Squish!!
"Ogooot!?!?... I-I'm cummiiing..."
Pshhhhhh...
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
"Oh my~ It's not over yet..."
Squish!! Squish!! Squish!! Squish!!
"Ogoot?!?! N-nooo... Pussy's cumming... I'm cumminggg..."
Even as the secretary climaxed and her hips bucked, I had no intention of letting her go and kept finger-fucking her without pause. She screamed at pleasure beyond what she could endure, but my hand never stopped.
"Euooot..."
Thud.
"Who said you could collapse on your own?"
"I-I'm sorry... Queen..."
Unable to hold out, the secretary's legs gave way and she sank to the floor, hips still jerking from the aftershocks of climax. For an ordinary woman it would be natural—the pleasure was more than anyone could bear—but her body was no longer her own.
"Lick your pussy juice off here and clean it thoroughly."
"Yeees... Queen... *slurp*... *haah*... *mmph*..."
Not knowing what punishment she might receive, the secretary simply smiled like a bitch in heat and licked and sucked the pussy juice coating my fingers clean with her tongue.