Mrs. Smith held back her tears as best as she could until she got to her car. Finally in the safety of the front seat, she collapsed into heaving sobs.

What was wrong with her, she thought. How could she be so stupid?

Amber had always been the more adventurous of the two of them. Back in college, she got into way, way more trouble. She loved to flaunt her body, loved the attention she got, loved picking up strange men at bars only to never talk to them again. So Mrs. Smith thought she might be…proud of her?

That couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Holding in her secret life had obviously put more of a strain on her mental health that she realized. As soon as Amber asked her what “trouble” she was really getting into the night before, Mrs. Smith started ranting. Spilling all the details, leaving nothing out.

She told her how she got rejected on her anniversary, how she started posting herself on Reddit. Amber’s smile slowly faded as she described stumbling upon more and more depraved subreddits, the late nights spent getting herself off to degrading comments from strangers, the rush of joy and adrenaline she got anytime she opened the app and saw her notification numbers skyrocket.

Amber interrupted her then, telling her that this was dangerous, she couldn’t trust these perverts she was connecting with.

Mrs. Smith’s eyes shone with excitement.  “That’s the most exciting part,” she told her friend, squeezing her legs together under the table. “I absolutely can’t trust them.”

She started telling her about…Him. The man whose name she still didn’t know. The man who indulged her kinks, making them so, so much worse. The man who blackmailed her, who threatened to ruin her life. The man who had spent the entire night using her, ruining her, filming her. She saw Amber’s concerned expression turn to shock, but she just couldn’t stop herself. Her pussy was gushing between her legs, making her thighs slide together. Her clit was throbbing. Her nipples pressed hard against her bra. 

She even showed her the videos. Did she think Amber would be impressed? Did she think Amber would tell her how proud she was of her, encourage her to keep doing whatever this…stranger demanded of her? Did she even think that Amber might be turned on?

Instead, Amber looked shook. Disgusted. Appalled. She slammed the phone down flat on the table, glancing around nervously to make sure no one had seen what was on the screen. She frantically leaned in close to Mrs. Smith.

“Jess, I love you, but this is insane! This man is dangerous! You have no idea who he is, and now he is posting these videos all over the internet! What if David sees them?! What if your boss does?!”

Mrs. Smith was shaking her head back and forth, taking Amber’s hand in her own. “No no no,” she was saying, trying to interrupt her. “You don’t understand. Amber, just listen, it’s my purpose, Amber I want this, I need it!”

She wouldn’t listen. “We should call the police,” she whispered, “you need a restraining order, they can get these videos scrubbed from the internet! That pervert needs to be put behind bars! We can save you from him!”

Mrs. Smith abruptly stood up then, knocking a glass off the table and drawing looks. Tears were running freely down her cheeks. 

“You’re jealous,” she told her, her voice shaking, barely able to keep her emotions in check. “You’re just jealous that I’m finally getting some attention. You don’t understand. You’ve never understood me.”

She turned to leave and then stopped, turning on her heels to give Amber one last glance.

“And NO ONE is putting my Master behind bars.”

Mrs. Smith tried to steady her breathing, tried to calm herself down. Amber shouldn’t have reacted like that. It wasn’t fair, it never was. She received a text from her boss, Mr. Drummond.

”Jess, where are you? You were supposed to be at the office half an hour ago.”

Mrs. Smith took a deep breath, cleaned off her face with a makeup wipe she retrieved from her purse, and texted him back.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I’m on my way, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

She let her mind disassociate as she drove into the office, trying not to dwell on what Amber had said, trying to not let the anxiety creep in. Call the cops, on HIM?! She could never do that. He was her Master…he owned her. Amber was wrong, everything was going to fine. More than fine.

She pulled into the office and flattened the hem of her yellow sun dress. It was a bit more casual than she would usually dress to work, but it was a hot day, and on half-days at the office, Mr. Drummond was a bit more understanding.

She walked into the office as saw him standing at her desk waiting for her with his arms crossed, clearly annoyed. 

“It’s about time,” he told her. The look he gave her was…off. He was staring right at her chest, right at the low cut neckline of her sundress. He had been slightly creepy to her in the past (like most men could be), but this was different. It was like he was undressing her with his eyes. The old Mrs. Smith would have crossed her arms, hiding her exposed skin from his gaze. Instead, she pushed her chest together while simultaneously tugging on the bottom of her dress, subtly exposing more of her cleavage for him. 

“I’m so sorry for being late, Sir. I promise I’ll be a better girl in the future…”

He grunted his approval. She stole a glance between his legs, seeing him start to tent for her. “Oh, I know you will be. Now join me in my office, our new client has requested someone to take notes.”

He walked right past her, uncomfortably close. She caught a whiff of his cologne and felt the familiar wetness between her legs again. 

“Lock the door after you come in,” he added, stepping around the corner to his office. 

Mrs. Smith grabbed her notebook and her sharpie and obediently followed behind him. As ordered, she locked the door behind her, and turned to face her boss.

Mr. Drummond was leaning back against his desk, staring at her. There was another man sitting in the chair in front of it, his back to her. The energy in the room was…off. It was like they had been waiting for her to walk in the same way a spider would wait for a fly to step into it’s web.

Mrs. Smith broke the silence, walking up to the stranger and standing in front of him.

“Hello sir, I’m…”

She froze.

It was…Him. His eyes met hers and it was like she couldn’t breath.

“Hello again, Mrs. Smith,” he said with a mocking smile.

Her mind was going a million miles a minute. Who was He? Why was He here, with her boss?!

He stood up and walked past her as she was frozen, tracing his finger along her chin and joining Mr. Drummond at his desk. 

“I see you are already familiar with our new client, Mr. Armitage. He has filled me in on your… situation.”

“I…I um… wait, you mean…”

Mr. Drummond had his phone in his hand. She heard her own voice from the speaker. 

“I want you to fucking ruin me, make me a slave to your cock, post me all over the internet for strangers to get off to.”

He started rubbing himself through his pants. He took a seat in his chair and unzipped himself, maneuvering his impressive cock free. Mrs. Smith licked her lips automatically as he started to slowly stroke himself.

“I never knew you were such a good little porn star,” he told her. He opened another video and she heard the sounds of her own screams and moans as she let her Master… this “Mr. Armitage” film him using her like a fuck doll in that disgusting motel.

She felt drunk, watching him jerking off to her porn right in front of her as Armitage pushed her to her knees with a hand on her shoulders. She was on autopilot, unzipping his cock. His perfect, diabolical cock. The old Mrs. Smith was gone, please leave a message at the beep. She started to stroke it while simultaneously pulling her tits out of her sundress.  

“You have no idea how good of a girl Mrs. Smith can be, once she’s not given a choice otherwise,” he told her boss, wrapping his fingers in her hair. “Tell him what you are now,” he commanded her, “what I made you.”

Mrs. Smith lifted his heavy cock and ran her tongue all along the bottom of his shaft, tracing up to the base of his head while she stared at her boss as he jerked off to her.

“My Master turned me into the perfect little porn star slut,” she told him before taking the cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on it twice before pushing it into the back of her throat, forcing herself to gag. She spat the cock up and kept staring at him, trailing drool. 

“He blackmailed me and exposed me for the cheating bitch I am,” she gagged on the cock again. “He showed me that my true purpose is to get men off, to be a filthy little fuck-doll for my betters.”

She noticed with pride that he had put the phone down, instead jerking off to the scene playing out in front of him.

“So why don’t you come over here and join in on the fun, Sir. I’ve always been a bad secretary anyway. Let me show you my true value to the firm.”

She felt Mr. Armitage dig his fingers into her scalp as she let him force her down on his cock, felt it throbbing down her throat. She knew she was making him proud. She forgot all about Amber’s concerns as her boss walked over to her, groping her exposed breasts, pulling on her nipples and slapping his palm down on her tit, making her gasp. Although her vision was blurry from the tears in her eyes, she reached out and wrapped her hands around his cock. 

Mr. Armitage let her up for air. Mrs. Smith gasped as she felt drool pouring down her chest as she immediately plunged her boss’s cock into her now empty mouth. She kept a grip on her Master, stroking him as she looked up at her boss and swallowed as much of his cock down her throat as she could manage. She alternated back and forth, barely coming up for air, servicing both of them and drenching herself in her own drool. She felt herself start to go light-headed from the lack of oxygen, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was pleasing them.

Armitage had reached his limit. With a grunt he pulled her up to her feet. She obeyed him automatically, without thinking. She wasn’t herself anymore. She was just an empty doll, moving and talking without thinking. 

He hiked her sundress up over her ass and tore her thong down around her ankles. His movements were frantic, needy, primal. As he maneuvered her into position, her boss took a seat in the chair in front of her. She braced herself as he sat down, bending down to take him back in her mouth as she felt her Master peel her ass apart, aiming his cock against her slit, and pushing his hips forward. She was so wet that he easily slid inside her. She moaned on Mr. Drummond’s cock as she felt him pushing deep inside her needy hole.

Soon she was impaled on both ends by cock. Each time her Master pounded into her, he forced her down deeper onto her boss’s dick. Any last remaining doubt was obliterated. How could this not be her purpose? How could this not be why she was put on this earth?

Mr. Drummond was playing with her drool covered tits as they swung back and forth underneath her, muttering dirty talk at her, calling her a stupid little fuck doll, a porn star, threatening to turn her into a free-use office whore. He didn’t last long. Soon, he was muttering that he was about to cum, furiously jerking his cock off with the head of it still between Mrs. Smith’s lips. She tasted the precum pouring out of him and kept sucking on him hard, draining it right down her throat. He pulled himself out, cock inches from her face. She looked up at him, still getting railed from behind, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt her Master slapping her ass.

“Jerk off all over my cute, cheating little face,” she told him. “Paint me like the pretty little whore I am.”

Mr Armitage stopped his assault on her pussy to grab a handful of her hair, yanking back hard to present her boss with the perfect target. Drummond let out a grunt, gripping his cock so hard she could see the whites of his knuckles. Suddenly, the first rope shot out, taking Mrs. Smith by surprise. She felt herself tip over the edge, her cunt clamping down hard on her Master’s cock as her boss painted her, drenched her in cum. She screamed as her body shook, supported by Master’s strong arms holding her upright as she felt the cum splashing endlessly against her face. She tasted it hitting her open mouth, felt it dripping down her cheeks, down her chin. She shook there, spasming on Armitage’s cock like it was a dildo until her boss was done with her. 

She looked up at him as she felt Mr. Armitage slowly pulling his cock out of her. She knew she must look so pretty dripping in cum. She needed to see what she looked like. She needed everyone to see.

“Get my phone, Boss,” she told him. “Make me into more Reddit porn.”

…

Amber was supposed to hang out with her boyfriend that night, but ended up canceling on him at the last minute. She wasn’t in the right headspace. She just couldn’t getting her mind off Jess. The things she had caught a glimpse of on those Reddit posts…she couldn’t believe it was real. Couldn’t believe that was really her prude married friend.

As she poured herself some wine, she thought that maybe she had imagined it after all. Maybe it was just a prank. She didn’t think if she looked on Reddit she would actually be able to find the posts, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to try.

She took a sip and started to browse. She wasn’t as much of a stranger to this world as Jess was. She opened up some of her favorite porn subs to see what she could find. She didn’t have to look very hard.

Nearly every top or trending post in every sub she checked was Jess. She saw all the videos from last night, drinking down more and more wine as she watched in disbelief. Watched her best friend, face fully exposed, letting herself be used. Abused. Heard the filth coming from her mouth. She didn’t know when she opened up the second bottle of wine, or when she had started edging herself to the videos.

Eventually, she found the new videos from today. Jess was still in the yellow sundress she had worn to lunch, although it was hard to recognize covered in drool and cum. She saw her friend getting fucked from behind while cum dripped down her face. Heard her call herself a stupid little bitch, heard her moaning how she wanted everyone watching her videos to take their turn on her body. She saw the words “office slut” written across her chest in sharpie. Saw her begging to be bred, begging for the man fucking her…she had referred to him as “Master” at lunch…to flood her cheating cunt with cum, to send her back to her husband still leaking his cum down her thighs. As she watched him oblige her, she accidentally sent herself over the edge, adding her screams to Jess’s own on the screen.

She felt disgusting with herself when she was done and had caught her breath. This was insane. This sort of thing didn’t happen in real life. She finished her wine, resolved that if her friend wouldn’t save herself, the Amber would have to do it for her.

She found the account that had posted most of the videos, and sent him a DM.

“Listen here you fucking pervert. I’m NOT going to let you ruin my friend’s life…”

She couldn’t articulate why, but when she saw the notification that he had accepted her message, when she saw the indication that he was typing back to her, she started to touch herself again.