A broken toy (Pt. 2)

“Ohh, I haven’t told you!”

She struts over to me confidently, and on instincts, I lurch back in fear, which causes her to smile when she sees how deep her clutch of control has already sunk.

Amy clutches at the back of my head, forcing me to look at the messages on her phone that she had sent this morning. My eyes widen with abject terror as I peer over her chat logs. Each one was full of laughter and shock, but more importantly, pictures of me sucking on the toes of her friends, videos of me moaning as they fucked me, and several more videos of them crowding around me, smothering my face with their feet as I came shamefully.

My mind fails to come up with words to say back to her, instead blankly looking back as I read the names of those she had sent the messages to. They were all my employees, business partners or clients. High-profile people that I wouldn’t give any basic details of my life to, let alone show them videos like that! The worst part was the responses, not a single one of them showed disgust or was embarrassed, they all enjoyed seeing me like this, some even asking for more pictures or details on if they can join in on the ‘next time they teach me a lesson’.

I’m left there, mouth agape as I witness what everyone not only truly felt about me, that I can handle, but how desperately they wanted to see me suffer at not only the hands of others, but to join in and take a hand in ruining my life…

Amy just stood there with a constant smug smile on her face, unable to hide how pleased she was with the results of her little blackmail. Before even saying a word, she stands up, grabbing a fistful of my hair before dragging me toward the bathroom, throwing me to the floor as she runs the water in the shower.

“Wash yourself before they show up, I’ll be back with clothes.”

It was a cold demeaning command, but one that I blindly followed in my shocked state, and stepped into the warm water wide-eyed as I absent-mindedly washed myself down. After a few minutes, the waters helped me regain some of my sanity, though I flinched when Amy opened the door and unceremoniously tossed a pile of clothes onto the countertop for me. After finishing my shower, I toweled myself down and got prepared to dress myself, but was taken aback suddenly at my supposed attire.

Amy had thrown me a maid outfit! Not just a regular one, this is the kind that you see in a themed brothel, the skirt unlikely to hide anything at all, I’d be practically naked in this thing, it’s more like lingerie than a maid’s uniform! Before I think of protesting, I remember how strongly Amy’s dominance grips around my neck, as well as how a group of my clients are coming this evening. Despite the shame that comes from obeying this silent command, I don’t have much other choice. I can always find more clients and fire these employees, I can suffer through one night if it means saving my career.

Amy positions me in the foyer when I’m finally dressed, smiling at every look of me in my outfit. She’s clearly taking an obscene amount of pleasure at having degraded me like this, a complete reversal of roles. Before the first guests arrive, Amy delivers me one last surprise, reaching from behind me, she pulls my panties aside, shoving a vibrator inside of me roughly. I know better at this point than to resist, and silently accept it without a word, staying in place and awaiting the guests, which must have come as a surprise to her, as she doesn’t say or do anything more, and waits for them as well.

When they finally arrive, Amy greets each and every one as they come through, though their eyes are fixed on me, savoring the sight of their boss in such a position. Once they’ve finally all filed in, Amy snaps her fingers at me to follow, and I join everyone in the living room to attend to their needs.

“Well well, Amy, I didn’t expect you’d actually done it, but you tamed the little bitch!”

The woman’s curt words are followed by a harsh slap against my ass, and I jolt in place, but remain quiet, staying where I stand. This response elicits a few jeers from the girls, enjoying the sight of their boss so obedient, broken to the will of a stranger. After a few moments of sly comments, Amy sends me away to prepare food and drink for the guests, flashing the remote to my new toy as I leave.

Whilst milling away at my new tasks in the kitchen, I can hear Amy’s guest becoming rowdier, and despite expecting it, I’m still caught off guard as the vibrator in my pussy springs to life in a sudden shock of pleasure. My hands quiver from the sheer intensity, and I drop the plate I had in my hand, leaving it to shatter on the ground as I cling to the counter, desperately trying to not fall to my knees in the broken shards. As my thighs tremble, I remember that this is an order for me to return to the dining room, and steady myself before staggering over to rejoin the guests in the other room.

Walking into the room with such a skimpy outfit, despite them being the ones to put this thing onto me, was still awfully embarrassing.

“About fucking time. Where’s our drinks?”

Amy’s words are curt, and she can’t help but wear that smug face she’s had since the moment she’s switched control like this, but now, I can see that the room all have the same faces. The people that I’ve worked with, my colleagues and business partners all have the same face that screams ‘Finally, this cunt is taken down a peg’. It’s as if they’re watching the satisfying end to a movie where the villain gets what’s coming to her, and as all of their eyes center on me… I can’t help but feel tense under their gaze.

The mix of clientele in the room is a tad jarring still, they must have invited enough people in my work books to fill the seats, whilst the girls from before had returned to see the finale to the story they started, seeing the final downfall of Feiyan, the villain of their story. An overwhelming shock in my pussy jolts me awake from my thoughts, causing me to squeal loudly in front of everyone, much to their delight.

“Get a move on, you little bitch! We’re waiting.”

I try to ignore the disgraceful comment, and instead bow obediently in silence before turning around and returning to the kitchen, a quick spasm caused by the remote a final bit of entertainment for the guests as I leave. I listen to the muffled giggling of the guests behind me as my ass is almost on full display for them, and finally slink back away into the other room. This place is the only relative safety I have from my punishment of having to watch my reputation melt before my eyes into a puddle of disgrace, it’s almost guaranteed that I won’t be getting any more work from these clients, well, at least not the work I’m used to…

Not to mention it’d be impossible to get my workers to respect someone they have ready-access to photos and videos of me deepthroating their feet…

Even though these disgraceful thoughts filled my head, I still had a job to do, especially if I wanted to avoid whatever punishment Amy had in mind. Through the occasional jolt of forced pleasure, I managed to prepare the food, having plated it up and finished their drinks, I began serving each of the guests. None of them lose that mocking look in their eyes, as if looking down on someone beneath them, which… I suppose at this point, I am.

That fact was still causing trembles of shame to wash over my body, the fact that until hours ago, I could have fired most of these women on a whim, but now, they hold the future to my life that dangles by a threat, my reputation in the industry, as well as my chances of being known for anything but a foot-licking bitch.

“Kneel, you little cunt!”

I snap my head toward Amy as I finish serving the drinks, in a moment of reactionary anger. She clearly notices the defiance in my eyes, and responds by clicking at my bitch-button, breaking away that confidence and replacing it with a babbling, squealing mess as my thighs quake, causing me to fall to my knees beside her. With that oh-so familiar grin on her face, she reaches down to pat my head as I twitch in place.

“That’s a good girl~”

The other girls all share glances as they watch Amy’s lead, seeming to take notes on how to break me down as roughly as she does, which causes shivers of dread to mix in with those of forced pleasure. My body doesn’t get a rest from her torture, my toy left to idly vibrate in my pussy as I moan against my gag, shivering on the floor as they all speak nonchalantly around me. A few minutes go by, and I’m forced to watch the girls laugh and enjoy themselves in my own home, drinking my drinks and eating my food, all of which I served them.

A while passes, and the girls have become a tad rowdier now that their drinks have settled in, their faces glowing with the faint tinge of alcohol in their system, and they seem to all slowly turn their attention towards me.

“Amyyy, can we play with her yet?”

Some of the girls begin speaking up.

“Yeah! I’ve been waiting to see this little bitch worship me~”

It was as if a pack of hungry animals were descending on me. Slowly I was surrounded, and even Amy had to give in to the demands of the lecherous crowd growing in front of me. Before I knew it, whilst the vibe was still tormenting me, I was pounced upon, thrown onto my back as they took turns groping my petite body. Suddenly, one of the women breaks away from the rest, lunging toward me.

“Out of the way girls, I need this!”

With that said, she grabs a fistful of my hair and removes my gag before shoving my face between her legs. In a flash, I was all of a sudden some sex toy for one of my old clients, her bare pussy grinding against my lips as she pushed forward even more, until I collapsed onto my back, her thighs clenching around my face.

“Fuck! I’ve wanted to do this ever since I met this little slut!”

It’s clear how pent-up she must have been, her grinding becoming frantic in moments, her breathing quickened as the girls cheered her on. All I could hear was the crowd of girls all cheering at the woman who took the initiative, forcing her former boss to service her aching pussy. After a few moments of breathlessness, I finally felt her thighs begin to tremble around my face, and with a resounding cheer from the adoring crowd, she violently cums across my face, smearing my lips in her juices as her grip only tightens, pushing me further between her legs as she spasms on top of me.

Her orgasm having died down, she’s tossed off of me, left twitching on the floor as the other girls begin taking their turns, each riding my face to take their pleasure from me, the more impatient ones grinding their crotches against my thighs. Soon the evening devolves into a pile of sex, and not long passes before each woman has had their turn.