Bitch-brian Part TWO
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I got a good night's sleep after my nice rimming and blowjob from brian, who I sent off to his own apartment to sleep in his own stink, getting his cell phone number first. I was confident he would obey my orders not to shower. When he awoke, he also was under orders to drink several cups of coffee and then head to work without a pit stop.
As for me, I was in no hurry to get out of bed. I took out some of my toys to play for a while. Just because I was a Master to brian didn't mean I had left all of my sub desires behind. I inserted a good-sized dildo, clipped on a pair of nipple clamps, and fucked myself, flashing back on the men who had owned my every action just weeks ago. I pictured the hot Piss-Master and cock-master, remembering their sleek muscular forms, their achingly hot pubes and talented cocks. In minutes I was pouring out my seed. I scraped the jiz off my stomach onto a piece of plastic wrap, folded it over and put it with my wallet and keys.
I showered and dressed and headed for the store where the bitch was a "manager", if you can imagine that. From now on the only thing he was going to be managing was to obey all of my orders.
He was way back in the store by himself, but he spotted me immediately and stood at a kind of parade rest stance, looking nervously from side to side, afraid of being seen acting so subservient.
I could smell him two aisles away, and knew that was the reason for placing himself so far from other workers. He wanted isolation. I wanted humiliation.
"There are two girls over there looking at panties. They need your help picking the out, bitch. Go show them a package and tell them it's the brand you wear, and recommend it to them...and be sincere, slut!"
The girls were about 17, and might even have attended the same school as bitch-brian. I prayed that was the case as I watched him approach them.
"Uh, girls, this brand here is, it's a good brand that I wear and it would be good for you too," he spit out, much too fast. He'd be punished later for that.
One of the girls heard him anyway and giggled. The other looked confused, but then her nose turned up and her face scrunched up as she caught the smell from the bitch's urine and cum stained body.
They fled and approached another employee, asking to speak to the manager.
"HE's the manager?" the girl asked as the boy they approached pointed the bitch out.
They left in a hurry...two fewer customers for the bitch-boi to have to take care of, making him more available for me.
I caught the eye of the boy they had talked to and motioned him over. He was a cutie, a tall, thin blond sk8ter punk teen in jeans a size too small and looking all hot in them too.
"Hi. I'm thinking of applying for a job here. Does the manager give all of the guys head on their breaks?" I asked.
The boy was smiling, trying to be the courteous employee, and he was sure he misheard. I clarified for him: "Does the manager head the department? Is that who I see to apply for a job?"
He pointed toward brian-boi, still thinking there was something going on but not sure.
"Can you introduce me?" I asked politely.
"Uh. Sure...what's your name, Sir?"
I liked the 'Sir" bit. Fuck, he was only a few years younger than me and he knew it. There might be potential here, I mused.
"I'm Wetpantzman. James Wetpantzman," I said with a straight face, using my eyes to dare him to laugh.
He turned quickly and walked to the bitch with me in tow.
"Brian, this is, this is Mr. Wetpantzman and he wants a job."
I put out my hand and shook the bitch's hand. My hand was wet, and bitch-boi noticed it right away. It was actually water from the store fountain, but I let his imagination go wild.
"I'm a real good worker, Mr. Brian, why don't you take me to your backroom so I can show you how good I am with my tongue?"
I thought the blond was going to fall out. He looked back and forth from one of us to the other, not sure what was going on but leery, still questioning his ears. He was actually blushing! How cute!
The bitch turned and walked towards the stockroom. I winked at the twink and followed, doing a little skip as I walked down the aisle. I noticed a nice bulge in the twink-boi's tight jeans that hadn't been there before. Despite the blushing, he was clearly enjoying the show.
In the stockroom, I ordered the bitch-boi out of his clothes, and after first starting to object, he pulled off his shirt, resigned to whatever I had in mind. The pants and shoes followed, and soon bitch-brian's newly shaved body was exposed.
I pulled the cum-holding plastic wrap out of my pocket and held it open. "Here's your breakfast, slut, lick up!"
The bitch did as told, not even asking what it was. I told him anyway, making sure he knew it was an honor to be allowed to have my juice...he, of course, agreed. When he finished, I took the plastic and wiped any residue on his face, leaving some nice streaks.
"Get my shoes off, bitch, I need a foot job and your tongue needs some dirt on it." The boi quickly removed my shoes and socks and started licking and sucking.
"What's the blond twink's name, slut?"
"Bobby," he told me in between toe sucks.
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the store's number. When the switchboard answered I asked for sk8ter twink by name, and a few minutes later he came to the phone.
"Hi Bobby, your manager is back here in the stockroom with my foot in his mouth...he says he wants you come back and help him out." Bobby hemmed and hawed for a moment and then hung up. A minute later there was a knock at the storeroom door.
"Go let him in," I ordered the bitch.
Again there was a slight hesitation, followed by acceptance. Holding one hand in front of his erect cock, bitch-brian opened the door and let Bobby in.
"Hi Bobby! You can call me Master...come on in and make yourself comfortable!"
Bobby had that same shell-shocked look, but the bulge was even more evident and I was sure he was turned on by the action he was being pulled into. He walked over to me, staring at his naked manager.
"Back to work, bitch," I commanded brian, who quickly got down on ground level and continued working on my feet.
Bobby...how about making sure that door is locked and then taking off your shoes and socks for a nice manager-bitch foot wash? Robot-like, Bobby did as told, pulling up a stool next to mine and holding his thin feet out for the bitch to service.
"So, Bobby, does this give you a different idea of your manager? You can use this experience to get whatever shift you want!" I suggested.
Bobby had his eyes closed, enjoying the foot licking.
"Fuck yea...he was kind of a shit to me a few weeks ago when I needed some time off. He wouldn't let me switch with my bud and I missed a great concert." As he said it, Bobby used his feet to emphasize his words, shoving his foot further into the bitch's mouth. Bitch had to use his hands to balance against the little toe kicks.
I got up and stooped behind the slut, laying my semi-soft cock across his head. In my previous subservient life, I had been trained to pee on command, and that was a skill that still came in handy. Like now. I let loose a stream of piss that flowed over brian's head and down his face, splashing over Bobby's foot, wetting the bottom of his jeans.
"Hey!" he shouted, pulling his foot out of the bitch's mouth. "That's your fault brian-boy! Lick that off me!"
I liked the fact that he had blamed the bitch for my piss...and his use of the word "boy" for his supervisor...he looked up at me, smiling, getting into the scene.
Bitch was licking like mad, sucking the bottom of Bobby's jeans to get the piss out.
Eventually I ordered the cunt to lay flat on the stockroom floor and invited Bobby to return the piss favor and let the bitch know who was the real boss. He was a little pee shy, but soon had a nice stream of piss marking the bitch as his own. The slut was moving his mouth, trying to catch some of the flow, so I joined Bobby, making sure to give the piggy what he needed. When we were finished, slut-boi turned his piss-wet face to me and asked if he could go too. Remember he had been drinking coffee all morning on orders.
I had planned ahead for this, and held out a thermos bottle for him, telling him to use it.
While he was occupied, I turned to Bobby and gave him a deep tongue and lips kiss, which he returned. I reached down to his crotch and felt his erection pushing against his jeans. I worked his zipper open, grabbed his ample flesh tube and started stroking. Him being all of 18 and a day, he came in seconds, and I aimed his spurts toward the bitch, who had finished pissing and held his face up to accept the offering, licking his lips to pull in as much of the sk8ter cum as possible.
I pulled my own zipper open and held my rod out for Bobby, who returned the favor, grabbing and stroking it as if he'd been doing it all his life. I'm not 18, but all of the action had me good and hot and I quickly added my own load to the accumulated liquids on the bitch-boi's body.
I wrote down Bobby-boi's cell phone number, and he promised to let me know if the bitch mistreated him at work anymore. It was clear I was going to enjoy shopping at this store, and I expected to bring little Bobbie more and more into the scene I was creating.
On command, the slut put his clothes back on, the stench now overpowering. He would have a tough time not getting canned for poor hygiene...if that was a firing offense here. I decided I didn't want to chance it and told him to tell his boss he was sick...and boy was that the truth...and to report to my apartment.
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