New Job, New Life as as Sissy Slut

He was now naked before me. I hadn't really noticed before how muscular he was. He had a large chest and arms and his pecs and abs were ripped. He was an impressive specimen. And here I was, small and weak and on my knees before him, wearing women's lingerie and a dog collar. He shoved his cock in my mouth. I felt like such a slut. I was expecting the normal blowing of his load on my face or down my throat, but he suddenly yanked me by the hair and pulled out of my mouth. He walked around behind me and roughly placed his hand between my shoulders and forced my face to the carpeted floor.

I saw him go over to where his clothes were on the floor. He slipped the belt from his pants. I cowered before him. For the next few minutes, he whipped my ass with his belt. Between whips with the black leather belt, he was calling me "slut" and "whore" and "sissy" and "cum dump" and other names. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he stopped. He then reached down and pulled out the butt plug; it made a popping sound and I felt empty. That didn't last long as I felt him pull my ankles apart and then I felt him kneeling behind me. I was about to get fucked. I was about to have my cherry popped.

"Do you want to get fucked by my big cock, sissy slut?" he said. He was mocking and humiliating me and loving every minute of it. What shocked me was how, deep down, I was loving every minute of it too. A man I barely knew and was afraid of was about to make me his bitch. I managed a moan. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and yanked hard, so that my face was facing the wall. "I said, do you want to get fucked by a big cock, you fucking little sissy slut."

"Yes, Sir!" I cried.

"Say it!"

"Please fuck me with your big cock, Sir!"

"And?" He pulled harder on my hair.

"And make me your sissy slut, Sir!"

"That's better," he said and let go of my hair.