(this is a fantasy. warnings: misogyny, corrective rape, bondage)

When my company forced us back to full time in-office work, they had already sold off one of their buildings. There wasn't enough space for most of the employees, so they fired a bunch of people. It wasn't lost on me that I was the last woman left on my floor. I was so terrified of losing my income, I was ready to do anything to make sure my head wasn't on the chopping block.

One day my boss called me in to his office. My heart was beating out of my chest and my head swam with panic, I was certain I was about to be escorted out of the building by security.

Instead, he told me to get on my knees.

I looked at him in total confusion. Was this some kind of joke? When it was clear my dumb little brain wasn't connecting the dots, he told me I had two choices. One, leave now, and my severance paperwork would be sent in the mail. Or two, get on my knees like a good toy and suck his cock.

I stammered that I was a lesbian and he said he knew. That's why I was chosen for this exciting new opportunity. as the office cocksleeve.

My paystubs would look the same, on paper nothing would change. My list of responsibilites though, was going to be completely redefined. HR was creating a confidential internal document as we spoke.

I asked him indignantly why he was so certain I would agree to something so fucked up. He looked at me coldly. Well? Are you going to say no, whore?

My cheeks burned and I glared at him furiously as I got down on my knees on the floor of his office.

Good girl, he said. Good slut.

He unzipped his pants and his cock swung out, smacking me in the face. I held my mouth stubbornly closed, and he laughed as he tapped against my lips. He said he didn't mind if I put up a fight, and he pinched my nose shut until I opened my mouth to gasp for air.

He shoved inside, and I gurgled at the feeling of being stuffed full. I whimpered and drooled as he used my throat, but I stayed obediently still as best I could. I couldn't afford to be unemployed. I needed to do my best now to be a good fucktoy.

After he was done, he called an emergency meeting for the rest of my team. He dragged me into the conference room by my hair, and explained to them my new role as the office stress relief bitch.

Everyone, from the man my father's age who'd mentored me, to the 21 year old college grad that I'd hired myself, took the opportunity to use me. I was grabbed and pulled into laps, pushed over the table. groped, spanked, fingered and fucked. All the while, they all happily discussed my transition to my new role and worked together to brainstorm my new uniform.

How's work going? Whenever someone asks me that question I can't help but blush and try to change the subject as fast as possible.

I'm the office bitch. If I even tried to quit now, I'd be blackmailed. I tell myself that's why I don't fight anymore.

Every day I have to present myself to my boss and beg him for my pathetic excuse of a uniform. I have to give him my clothes and change into the tiniest skirt I've ever seen. I get to wear a button down shirt, but I'm not allowed to cover up my tits. You're stupid if you think they let me have panties or a bra.

Then when I'm standing there, burning with humiliation, he makes me turn around so he can lace me into my arm binder. I'll be wearing it all day. I'm kind of getting used to it now.

Once I'm dressed and have my arms restrained, I have to beg him for cock, just so he can mock me and call me a pathetic slut.

He always tells me he doesn't want to hear what cunts have to say, right before he puts the ring gag in. He thinks it's so funny to force me to speak, just to tell me to shut the fuck up.

From there he either has me get on my knees for a face fucking, or he bends me over his desk to use my pussy. Either way, when he's not using my mouth, he stuffs my panties inside the ring gag and tapes it shut. If anyone else in the office wants to use my mouth they just take the panties out, and put them back in when they're done

Then he sends me stumbling out into the cubicle area. I take my second cock of the day right away. And then the third cock. And then...well. I lose track pretty quickly.

At the end of the day I have to go to my boss and beg on my knees for my clothes back. He doesn't take off the gag for that, I have to beg as best I can with it on. Every time it takes a little longer. Every time he makes me do something more, degrade myself a little more, all for the privilege of being untied and getting to put on my clothes and leave. I'm scared one day he's going to pull a prank on me and not let me have them back.

I'm scared one day he's not going to let me leave.