My Boss Took Me from BDSM to Group Sex

When I look back, I know exactly when I stopped being merely my boss’s assistant and became his submissive. It didn’t happen all at once or with some dramatic scene, but through small orders I obeyed without arguing, each one more intimate, humiliating, and arousing. I’ll call him Darío in this account, because his real name doesn’t matter; what matters is what he made me discover about my body, my obedience, and my hunger for sex.

I worked for him in an elegant office, dealing with clients, organizing meetings, and keeping his schedule. Behind closed doors, our dynamic was different. He decided how I dressed, how I sat, when I could use the bathroom, and even what kind of underwear I could wear, although most of the time his order was simple: none.

One day he had my desk moved. I imagined something sober and discreet, made of dark wood like his. Instead, he had a completely transparent glass desk brought in, along with a hard, clear chair that forced me to sit upright, my legs barely crossed, so that anyone waiting opposite could see all of me.

“I want them to look at you,” he told me without lowering his voice. “I want them to know this office has a reception they’ll never forget.”

He said it while handing me a short dress, far too short, and ordering me to put it on without panties. He also moved the filing cabinets behind me, so that whenever a client asked for a document, I had to stand, turn around, and bend over. The reception sofas were deliberately low; with any movement, my neckline opened and my tits came close to showing.

The coffee machine was another of his ideas. He put it on a tiny table between two armchairs and ordered me to serve coffee by bending over without bending my knees. I had to do it slowly, my back arched, my ass tight beneath the fabric, feeling the men’s eyes stuck to my legs, my thighs, and the damp shadow between them.

At first I was embarrassed. Then I began noticing how my nipples hardened with every pair of eyes on me, how my pussy grew wet when I pretended to adjust my dress, knowing everyone was waiting for me to show a little more. Darío saw everything from his office. Sometimes he would come out, look over the room, and smile like a man satisfied with his handiwork.

“That’s how I like you,” he whispered as he passed behind me. “Ready, docile, and hot.”

One morning he called me into his office and left a large, thick dildo with a suction-cup base on the desk. He picked it up as if it were just another work tool and placed it in my hand.

“You’re going to put it inside you right now,” he ordered. “And you’ll keep working with it inside until I say otherwise.”

I obeyed him in the bathroom adjoining his office. I lifted my dress, spread my legs, and slowly pushed it into my already-wet pussy. It resisted at first, then entered with a wet smack that made me exhale through my mouth. It was larger than what I usually used alone, but by then I was accustomed to pleasing him before thinking about myself.

I returned to my desk with the toy buried inside me and my legs tense. After a few minutes I stopped thinking about it; my body ended up accepting it, holding it inside, and I continued answering calls, receiving papers, and smiling as though nothing were happening. Then two clients arrived.

I alerted him over the intercom.

“Let them in in five minutes. Come to my office first,” he told me.

When I stood up, I felt an immediate emptiness in my pussy and dropped back down onto the chair. The dildo hadn’t come out with me. The suction cup had stuck to the transparent seat, and when I moved it made a wet, obscene noise that was impossible to hide. The two men looked up and stared straight between my legs.

Darío insisted over the phone.

“Now.”

I tried to stand, squeezing my thighs together, but the damned toy was still there, half attached to the chair and half inside me. I had to put my hand under my dress, yank it loose, and hurry to his office, my pussy throbbing and my face burning.

He was laughing when I entered.

“Did you see to them?” I asked, more embarrassed than offended.

“Yes,” he replied, looking at my hand closed around the dildo. “And very well, too.”

I went back to my desk feeling as though I were being pierced by everyone’s gaze. The worst part was that beneath the humiliation I was incredibly turned on. I sat down with trembling legs, noticing the emptiness the toy had left behind, wanting Darío to punish me and wanting him to fill me again at the same time.

***

Outside the office, he also knew how to expose me. One afternoon he gave me clothes to go out in, and I was surprised that they were less provocative than usual: extremely low-rise jeans and a strapless blouse barely held over my breasts. It took only a few steps for me to understand the trap.

The blouse kept slipping with every movement. Every thirty steps I had to pull it up with my shoulder or arm, because if I raised my hands my tits would escape. The jeans, meanwhile, revealed my thong at the slightest bend.

We went to a supermarket. He parked far away, even though there were free spaces closer to the entrance. He bought several things and, when it was time to leave, refused the cart. He put the heaviest bags in my hands and leaned close to my ear.

“Don’t put anything down until we reach the car. If your clothes fall off, you’ll just have to endure it.”

We hadn’t gone twenty yards before one nipple was already out. Then the other. With my hands occupied, I couldn’t adjust anything. I kept walking with my tits exposed, my thong cutting between my buttocks, hearing people’s footsteps, their shortened breaths, some scandalized murmurs and others filled with pure lust.

The women looked at me as though I were shameless. The men ran their eyes over me without the slightest embarrassment. Darío walked ahead without turning around, leaving me alone in that display. I was burning with shame and desire, feeling the weight of the bags, the brush of my nipples against the cold air, and my soaked pussy.

When we finally reached the car, I dropped the bags on the ground and covered myself too late, pointlessly. He grabbed me by the nape before I could open the door.

“Look at the state you’re in,” he said. “Dying of embarrassment and dripping wet.”

He slipped two fingers over the waistband of my jeans and brushed my clitoris. I jumped.

“If you keep this up, I’ll reward you tonight.”

***

The next step was sharing me. He didn’t present it as a question, but as a fantasy already decided.

“I like hearing you scream when I fuck you,” he told me one night at the apartment. “I want to know what you sound like with two cocks at once.”

By then I was so deeply involved in that dynamic that my answer came out on its own.

“If it turns you on, I’ll do it. Tell me with whom and when.”

He invited an acquaintance to the office a couple of days later. I’ll call him Bruno. From the moment he arrived, they left him waiting in front of my desk for almost an hour. I was wearing a yellow dress open very low, tied behind my neck, with my tits barely covered by two triangles of fabric. I wore nothing underneath. At Darío’s command, I had a jeweled plug in my ass, keeping me open and conscious of my hole with every step.

Bruno watched me walk back and forth, bend over, stretch, and reveal half a buttock and the edge of my pussy whenever I pretended to arrange papers. I acted distracted, but I knew exactly what I was showing. By then, shame already coexisted with my exhibitionism.

When Darío finally closed the office door, he greeted Bruno like a friend and spoke about me as though I weren’t there.

“What do you think of the bitch I’m going to fuck today?” he said.

Bruno tensed, perhaps expecting me to take offense. I only smiled and lowered my eyes. That was enough for him to understand the game.

We went out for a quick dinner before taking him to the apartment. During the meal, Darío spoke about me shamelessly: that I loved cock, that they opened my ass every day, that the two of them were finally going to try it that night. I stayed silent, my dress riding up over my thighs and the plug wedged in my ass, knowing several people in the restaurant had noticed I wasn’t wearing underwear.

When we arrived, Darío ordered me to serve them drinks. Then he sat on the sofa, opened his trousers, pulled out his cock, and beckoned me.

“Get to work.”

I knelt before him and started sucking him the way he liked, bending over without bending my knees, sticking my ass out. His cock was thick, familiar, dominant. I took it with saliva, sinking it as far as I could while he gripped my hair and set the rhythm in my mouth.

Behind me, Bruno’s breathing came closer. First I felt his hands on my buttocks, spreading my flesh to look at the shining plug lodged in my ass. Then his fingers parted my pussy lips and found me soaked.

“Fuck,” he murmured. “She’s dripping.”

Darío gave a short laugh.

“I told you she was ready.”

Bruno knelt behind me and licked me in one stroke, from the entrance of my pussy to my clitoris. He made me moan with Darío’s cock still in my mouth. His tongue was clumsy but eager; he pushed in the tip, sucked, came back up, while his fingers opened me wider. I tried to keep sucking properly, but every lick cut off my breath.

“Don’t stop,” Darío warned, giving me a light slap across the face. “If he’s eating your pussy, take advantage of it and suck better.”

Then I felt the head of another cock pressing between my wet lips. Bruno pushed it in slowly, carefully at first, until my pussy swallowed it whole. It went in more easily than I expected. I was so hot that I received it with a long moan, muffled against the cock in my mouth.

He started fucking me with short thrusts, testing me, then went deeper. His pubic bone struck my ass each time he entered, pushing me forward and making me lose the rhythm of the blowjob. Darío tightened his grip on my hair.

“Swallow it properly, damn it. Don’t let a cock in your pussy make you useless.”

I obeyed. Saliva ran down my chin while Bruno fucked me from behind. Every thrust tore a moan from me. Every time my pussy swallowed him, I felt the plug vibrating against my other hole, reminding me what was coming.

Darío announced it without hesitation.

“Take that jewel out of her ass and put it in there. Don’t show mercy.”

Bruno pulled out the plug with a wet pop. My anus contracted, empty and sensitive. I felt him spit into his hand, rub the head of his cock, and press it against my entrance. I tensed immediately.

The first pressure burned. The second was stronger. On the third, the head forced me open and a scream escaped me against Darío’s abdomen. Bruno remained still for a second, breathing hard, half his cock inside my ass. Then he pushed deeper.

The pain clouded me and heated me at the same time. He entered slowly, thick, stretching the walls of my ass until he filled me completely. When he was fully inside, Darío forced me to lift my face and spat a little saliva into my mouth.

“That’s it. That’s how my submissive sounds when her ass is split open.”

Bruno began moving in and out, cautiously at first, then hungrily. Every thrust made me jolt. I remained kneeling before Darío, clutching his thighs and sucking him between moans. The other man drilled my ass, changing rhythm and gradually finding exactly the force needed to make me shriek.

“Now change her hole,” Darío ordered.

Bruno obeyed. He pulled out of my ass, leaving my anus throbbing, and shoved his cock back into my pussy, hard and fast, taking advantage of how open and out of control I was. Then he returned to my ass. Then my pussy again. That back-and-forth between my two holes left me burning, wet, and trembling on my legs.

Darío stood up, made me sit facing him, and drove his cock into my pussy with one thrust. I felt him fill me from the front while Bruno positioned himself behind me. They tried several times to enter me simultaneously, adjusting themselves, one withdrawing as the other entered, then trying again. It was clumsy, intense, desperate.

When Bruno finally managed to put his cock in my ass at the same time Darío penetrated my pussy, I lost my breath. I was literally impaled between them, open from end to end, my thighs trembling and my back arched.

“Look at her,” Darío said, panting. “Completely full.”

Then they really began to move. Bruno rammed my ass with hard thrusts, each one driving Darío’s cock against the walls of my pussy. Darío moved in and out at the opposite rhythm, making me feel both cocks rubbing against each other through my own body. It was a mixture of pain, pressure, heat, and pure madness.

I screamed helplessly. They weren’t pretty moans but broken, desperate shrieks, the cries of a bitch being taken by two males at once. Darío grabbed my tits, twisted my nipples, kissed my mouth to silence me for a second, then let me scream again. Bruno held my hips and pounded my ass without gentleness.

My first orgasm seized me like that, completely full. It shook my stomach, closed my pussy around Darío’s cock, and made my ass contract around Bruno’s. They both grunted when they felt me squeeze them. They didn’t let me rest. They kept giving it to me, one in each hole, until I came again.

Then they changed positions. Darío put my back against his chest and put his cock in my ass, taking advantage of how open I already was. Bruno positioned himself in front and fucked my pussy with quick, almost brutal thrusts while I clung to his shoulders and dug my nails into him. It was even more intense that way, because Bruno had more freedom to strike my pubic bone while Darío used his strength from behind to drive himself all the way in.

I ended up crying from sheer excess, with saliva on my chin, smeared makeup, and no strength in my legs. They kept going. Darío called me a slut, a bitch, his submissive. Bruno had lost all his shyness and gave me orders too: open wider, breathe, endure it, swallow when they brought a cock to my mouth between position changes.

When they finally came, they did it over me and inside me. Darío filled my pussy, holding me still so none of it would spill out immediately. Bruno emptied himself into my ass in long spasms, leaving my anus burning and hot. I collapsed between them, exhausted and happy, with the obscene sensation of being completely stuffed.

***

After that night, sharing me stopped being an exception. Darío began using me with his acquaintances, certain clients, and men who quickly understood that I was there to obey. There were weeks when two or three different men fucked me. Sometimes one left me still dripping with semen, and soon afterward another was already spreading my legs.

I learned to suck cocks without almost looking at whom they belonged to. I learned to take them in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass, and to hold Darío’s gaze while he enjoyed watching me used. The more he humiliated me, the more my desire to please him seemed to grow. And the more he exhibited me, the easier it became to accept that my arousal was real.

One of the hardest nights for me was with a man who repulsed me. He was older and unpleasant, the sort who drooled while staring. Darío brought him into the office, called me, and ordered me to undress in front of him. I did it slowly, left only in heels with the anal plug still in place. The man looked me over with such a hungry expression that I wanted to move away.

I told Darío afterward, when we were alone.

“He disgusts me.”

He looked at me with the cold calm he used when he wanted to make it clear who was in charge.

“Precisely why you’re going to obey better.”

We went to dinner with that man and, in the middle of the dark restaurant, Darío made me lift my skirt and show him the plug to confirm that I was wearing it. In the room, the man undressed and confirmed my worst suspicions: I didn’t like him at all. Even so, Darío ordered me to suck his cock, and I obeyed.

I sucked him, enduring his smell, his hands on my face, his clumsy fingers rubbing my tits. He tried to fuck me and barely stimulated me; I couldn’t come even once. But Darío was aroused by seeing me submit to something that repelled me. In the end, the man came on my face, and Darío even encouraged him to piss on me.

I felt the hot urine run over my forehead, closed eyes, nose, mouth, and hair. It was one of the deepest humiliations I experienced with him. I returned home dirty, smelling of semen and urine, and Darío wouldn’t let me shower until much later. In the car I remained silent, swallowing my disgust. He smiled faintly, satisfied.

***

He also took me to swingers’ events and private parties. At one of those gatherings we met an elegant couple. She was beautiful and more reserved than I was; he was a swaggering man delighted to compare us. Within minutes they were betting on which of us sucked better.

Darío sent me to my knees before the other man, and I didn’t hesitate. I pulled out his cock, spat on it thoroughly, and took it as far as I could, working with my throat, tongue, and hand. Beside me, the woman did the same with Darío, but it was obvious that my master’s cock overwhelmed her. I pulled away for a moment, looked at her, and showed her with my mouth how much I could swallow.

That turned everyone on. I ended up riding Darío’s cock backward while the other woman licked my pussy and her husband offered me his so I could keep sucking. Then we switched. I spread her legs and licked her clitoris, lips, and entrance while Darío penetrated her and the other man opened me from behind.

I came again in double penetration, one cock in my pussy and another in my ass, while I ate the woman’s pussy and she moaned beneath my lips. It was a delicious chaos of panting, saliva, and orders. Darío always grew bolder when he saw me shared; I, on the other hand, grew bolder when I felt my body serving to satisfy everyone at once.

The parties were the final step. At first they were small gatherings of wealthy people with discreet appetites. Then they became less discreet. Sometimes they stripped me naked over a bet. Sometimes I had barely entered a house before a hand was on my nape and a cock was pushing me against the wall.

At one of those parties, I lost the only garment I was wearing in a rigged game. I took off my dress in front of everyone and stood completely naked in heels, immediately feeling the air around me change. In less than five minutes a man was behind me, fucking my pussy over the arm of a sofa while others watched and waited their turn.

Several men fucked me that night. Then there were more. There were times when I literally ended up used by a line of men, one after another, with no pause beyond the time needed to change cocks. They opened my mouth, spread my legs, put me on all fours, or sat me on top of them as though I were a piece of furniture designed for fucking.

Darío watched me, sometimes participating, sometimes merely directing. If anyone hesitated, he reassured them.

“She likes it. Use her.”

And they used me. I won’t pretend otherwise: many times I truly enjoyed it. I liked feeling desired to excess, saturated with hands, mouths, and different cocks. I liked ending up with my pussy swollen, my ass hot, and my jaw tired from sucking so much. I also liked knowing that, for Darío, it was absolute proof of my surrender.

But there was an important difference between being his submissive and becoming merchandise. I understood it late.

The end came in the same office where everything had begun. One day Darío was meeting with a man and called me into the office. I entered as usual. He asked me for some documents deliberately kept in low drawers, so I would have to bend over and display myself. While I did so, I heard him ask the client:

“Is that enough to close the deal?”

The man said yes.

Then Darío said, without even looking me in the face:

“Sleep with her and we’ll sign right now.”

I froze. It wasn’t the first time he had ordered me to fuck someone else, nor the first time in front of a client. But that sentence struck me differently. It wasn’t a power game between us, a shared fantasy, or erotic humiliation. It was a cold transaction. A payment. A business deal with my body on the table.

I felt something break inside me. I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I simply straightened my back, left the papers where they were, and walked out of that office without looking back.

I went to the apartment, packed what was necessary, and left. Seven years of obedience, brutal sex, submission, exhibitionism, threesomes, parties, and humiliation were left behind in one absurd afternoon. I did things with him that still arouse me when I remember them. Others turn my stomach. Almost all of them left their mark.

I don’t regret discovering my desire or enjoying myself as I did. I may regret taking so long to see where my surrender ended and his colder abuse began. I was his submissive for years, yes. I was his slut for half the world many times, too. But the day he tried to charge money for me without even meeting my eyes, I understood that I no longer belonged to him for one second more.

And I left with my body full of memories that still burn.