New Job, New Life as as Sissy Slut

"They look good on you."

"Thank you, Sir," I stammered. "And thank you for the uniform."

"You're welcome, slut. We will be adding a piece or two each week. Next time you might want to get here earlier so that you can be presentable at precisely noon."

"Yes, Sir."

"You were late in being in uniform at noon today, so you know what that means." I actually didn't know what it meant, but I knew it wasn't good for me. He walked over to the couch and sat down on the edge of it on the middle cushion. I silently walked over and lay myself across his knees. He proceed to give me another hard spanking session, this time giving me probably fifty whacks in all; at one point he turned me around so he could use his left hand as well. I made sure to count off once he had warmed up. My ass was on fire again and I had tears in my eyes. I was lying across his thighs at one point and could feel his rock-hard cock bulging against my hip. When he was done he ordered me onto my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth. He had always cum in my mouth, but this time he pulled out and sprayed his load all over my face and in my hair. He stood smiling as he looked down at me, admiring his handiwork. It was an impressive load of cum. "Keep that on there until I tell you to clean it off," he said, then left the room. I did my cleaning that day with his cum all over my face; it felt like my entire face was covered. Before I left that day I gave him another blowjob and he blew another load on my face. He was kind enough to let me wash my face before I left. That would not always be the case, as I would find out. I was curious what the next week's "uniform" would look like.

I spent the week wondering what my next uniform would be. I was also jerking off more than ever. I couldn't stop thinking about his cock and fantasized what it would be like to have it inside me. I fucked myself every day with the little dildo I had, which was much smaller than his cock.