Susan's Procedure (dg) up again

[annonnibler]

this is one of the best stories i have read that mostly contains degeneration and nothing else. You made this very easy and fun to read through

[Junketh71]

I have to agree - this was a very enjouable read.

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Susan’s Procedure

Part 1

“Are you sure it is what you want? You know that this procedure is not reversible and once started could not be interrupted.”

“Yes… I am sure,” replied Susan with a trembling voice while looking at the floor. It was very humiliating submitting herself to that procedure, but it was worse admitting it was what she wanted.

Dr. Mark Summers was dressed in a white laboratory coat; he was maybe in his mid-forties and talked in a neutral, relaxed voice, trying to hide his excitement.

“Let me insist. This procedure is not meant for the kind of job that you require, it is being developed to help people with post-traumatic syndrome, on the other hand, I won’t deny you that your odd request is an extraordinary research opportunity for us. We strongly believe that we can achieve what you want without any important side effect, if we could prove that to be true, it will open a new universe of possibilities for our technique, I am thinking of several military applications.”

He could think of civil and even criminal applications for the procedure too, but his research was paid by the military which looked for experimental therapies to help reduce the growing cost of soldier veterans with post-traumatic syndrome. He knew that could mean big money but controlled his excitement trying to show the image of a caring concerned doctor.

“But the implications would be life-changing for you. We need to be sure that you realize that. I believe that using hypnosis you can get what you want but in a temporary and reversible way. Don’t you want to try that first, and if you feel happy about it, you can make it permanent with our system?"

Susan hesitated, maybe it was the door that she waited for, maybe she could save herself from such great damage by making it just temporal, but then thought “No, that is not what Frank wanted. He said he wanted it to be completely real.” She reunited the courage to say.

“No, I wanted it permanent.”

Dr. Mark smiled inwardly, but to ease his conscience, he made a last try to discourage her.

“Remember that there is also the cost issue. Due to the controversy of this use of our technique we could not get funds for this experiment, it had to be financed by yourself, and all the risks must be accepted by you. We require that you resign to any rights to proceed legally against us in case of any side effect or any problem derived from the ethics of the experiment.”

Susan was not satisfied with the “cost issue”. She already had deposited half the required amount, a big number maybe a third of her cash reserves. She felt ripped; the total amount was roughly a year of work. However, Frank had told her that if she wanted to stay with him, she must achieve that, and there was no other possibility.

Susan made up her mind and for a moment her haughty personality returned when she said “The cost is not an issue, but I will not pay you more than 80% of what you ask anyway. You should stop treating me like a child. If it is so hard for you to do it either technically or ethically, I may take my business to another place. In fact, I just talked with a German researcher who says he could help me. So the ball is in your court, let’s cut the nonsense and just tell me if we have a deal or not.”

Dr. Mark was impressed that Susan could be so assertive in this circumstance, he knew that she was, despite her age (28 years) and her even younger appearance, a very successful businesswoman, and she had confidently negotiated deals for amounts hundred times bigger than this one. Still, he was surprised that she could deal with this one just as good when she was so emotionally involved. He decided to close the deal right there. The risk of losing this chance was just too big.

“I just tried to do the right thing. You convinced me that you are committed to the procedure and that you are perfectly fit to do this decision. I am willing to meet your monetary offer and even give you for free the other procedure that we talked about if we sign the contract right now.”

Susan shuddered almost imperceptibly; she had forgotten the other change that Frank wanted. She had thought that she could get it without any procedure but had asked the doctor anyway. He had not mentioned it since that first appointment. He was surely keeping that card to use it at the right moment. That will add to her problems now, but she wanted to show Frank her commitment. She breathed deeply and then extended her hand to Mark saying “Deal”, they shook hands and Mark quickly extended her a form so Susan could fill in her data.

He said “Please fill this paper while I fix the contract draft”, and he left the office leaving Susan alone.

She started filling in her data:

Name: Susan Lopez

Age: 28

Ethnic group: Latin

Academic history & awards (Complete):

• Elementary in a Los Angeles public school, best student of my class.

• Junior high at Iowa public school, best student.

• High school at Norman Institute from San Diego (on full scholarship), valedictorian.

• Business Management from Stanford University, top 5 of my class.

• Master in finances from Stanford University, awarded best research paper of my class.

Work experience (Last three positions):

• Current: B&L Associates. Director of Mergers & acquisitions (youngest director of the firm).

• B&L Associates. Team Leader (Merger & acquisitions),

• B&L Associates. Merger & acquisitions analyst.

Susan stopped writing and started remembering how all of this started.

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Part 2: The long flashback

Susan was born in Los Angeles in a poor family of Colombian immigrants, illegal immigrants by the way. Her parents were uneducated people, her father worked as a janitor while her mother was a maid for some white people in the suburbs. Susan’s fate was probably to get no more than a high school degree and end up working as a store clerk, or even as a maid just like her mother. From a very young age, Susan rebelled against that fate. She admired her parents’ effort and all but she wanted to do better and stay as far from the Latina maid stereotype as she could. Her brilliant intelligence and her strong commitment to work made her outstanding at every academic challenge that she faced. That opened her a door towards a bright future despite her family limitations.

A few months before she finished junior high, her parents passed away in an unfortunate car accident. An aunt who was even more ignorant than her mother took charge of Susan and her little sister Jessica. Her aunt was a good person but she barely made it to mid-elementary and didn’t give much value to education. It seemed like a dead-end for Susan but with the support of her teachers, she was able to get a full scholarship and board to study high school at a prestigious private school in San Diego.

At first, it was tough for her, to be in another town in a place she didn’t quite fit. In her first year, she was even victim of some bullying, but she was able to survive thanks to her outstanding intelligence and academic success as well as her strong will to succeed. A year later things turned even easier after the blossom of her undisputable beauty made her gain more and more self-confidence and respect.

Susan was a very focused girl, even single-minded, she was always working and frequently lonely. She had very little time to get fun and very few friends to go out with. Her social development had always been behind the rest of her classmates but in this school, she felt even more inadequate and she isolated herself further. She was very self-confident in academic turf but outside that, she felt very awkward, so she avoided most social life, even dating. Her lack of social life led her to little depressions despite her great achievements. During one of those mild depressions in her senior year, she met Frank, a mediocre student of the public school that was a few blocks from hers. While Susan was a senior at 18, Frank was still a freshman and he was already 20. Frank was a red neck in the ignorant and prejudiced meaning. The first time he talked to Susan she was exiting the door of her school and he impolitely asked her if she did the cleaning there. Susan was outraged, she said,

“You see a Latina and you think we are all maids, but I am the best student here and I will be very rich in a few years while you, with some luck, will be flipping burgers.”

Frank smiled and went away. The next day he waited for her and gave her some flowers to apologize. Susan thought Frank was attractive in some brute way, so she accepted the apologies and in a short time they became friends; her loneliness and depression pushed her closer and closer to him, being her main social interaction. She began to have sexual fantasies about him; her fantasies were a little childish but her desire was very adult. So after a few weeks, Frank took her cherry. She was so inexperienced and naïve that he directed her in every step, but she enjoyed the sex enormously. After that first time, they continue doing it like rabbits several times a day for maybe two or three weeks, and then suddenly Frank started to keep his distance.

When she confronted him, he said

“Look, Susan. You are attractive and all, and we had great sex but you are not the kind of girl that I look for a relationship.”

“What do you mean?” she said hurt.

“I like to be the one in control, and you are not that kind of girl, maybe we should remain occasional friends,” He replied.

Susan felt bad, she didn’t know how to manage this situation. Her social awkwardness stroked her in all it’s strength. She blushed with anger and humiliation and said,

“If this is what your want, then it’s ok with me. I won’t look for you again”

Then she marched away. In the next few days, she really missed him but decided to wait for him to come repented. She fantasized about him knocking at her door and begging her forgiveness, promising to do anything. In her dreams, she would accept him just after making him beg on his knees. However, a week later he hadn’t called her. She promised herself to wait for him to take the first step no matter what, but as the days passed her horniness grew and her masturbation was a source of frustration because she didn’t get anything close to the orgasms that she had with Frank; so after another lonely weekend, she finally gave up; she went to his place and begged him to test her obedience and take her back.

And so he did. He started controlling what she wore, who she saw, she even made her work as a maid for him, to clean his house just to test her. Of course, she was no longer Susan but Suzy. The sex turned rougher and he constantly made her humiliating requests, he even started to tie her and spank her. Her mind was more and more confused; she started to associate her orgasms that were stronger by the day with this kind of humiliating treatment. At some point, he decided to go for the final test and asked her to drop from high school. She paled, she wanted to at least finish it, she will be awarded valedictorian and if she finished it she hopped to convince Frank to move out with her to Stanford where a scholarship waited for her. She negotiated and pleaded but to no avail, he went firmer: If she wanted to stay with him she had to drop right then.

Susan cried for days but with the help of a teacher she managed to finish high school with the highest honors and then she enrolled in Stanford.

Once in college, she returned to her normal, focused on studies, self, and little by little she left Frank behind her like a bad dream or something. During college, she had a couple of ephemeral boyfriends but never really enjoyed the sex. So little by little, she limited most of her social interactions to the academic realm.

After she finished her Master's degree in finances she was hired by B&L Associates where she had made successful internships since she was in college. Her beauty (she had a resemblance with Jessica Alba), her intelligence, and her very strong will made her develop a rocket-fast career; in just three years she was appointed director of her area and had already accomplished several big deals that had left significant earnings for her company and had allowed her incomes of nearly 300,000 yearly. She had now a beautiful house in the suburbs and could afford to drive a BMW and vacation in Europe. She got her little sister Jessica that was now 22 to live with her.

Jessica didn’t have the will of Susan and dropped in the second year of high school. When Susan “rescued her”, she was working in a clothes discount store as a sales lady probably earning the minimum wage.

Susan matriculated Jessica in an adult education program and pushed her to study. She had always despised the ignorant and was ashamed of Jessica that didn’t fit in the circles that Susan moved in. But Jessica was not happy with the deal, she once said

“I was happy there, I don’t want to be a snob like you”.

Susan smiled with sarcasm “Ending your high school in an adult education program won’t make you a snob, don’t make yourself illusions, but it will allow you to stop being such a donkey. We can’t even talk about the news because you don’t understand anything.”

“I don’t like school, I want to get a job.”

Susan was exasperated “It would be shameful for me if you work as a low clerk or as maid and those are the only jobs you are qualified for. You are a shame to your race. You are helping perpetuate the image of Latinas as maids.” Jessica blushed with rage and impotence but she ended obeying Susan’s orders.

Susan’s life was right on track, she had achieved most of what she dreamed of since she was a little kid, but she was still a very lonely girl. Despite living together she was pretty distanced from her sister and while Jessica constantly dated (Guys unapproved by Susan), there was no man in Susan’s life. Many men were afraid of her, she was getting a reputation of being a business shark and most rich people preferred the trophy wife kind of girl, pretty and dependent. On the other hand, if a man below her economic level tried to approach her, she saw him as an opportunist and turned him down very soon. So she didn’t date much. She was getting more and more bitter and depressed. She always liked sex but it had been a long time since she had sex that she had enjoyed.

But then it all changed, she got a flat tire while driving thru downtown and she entered a small garage to get it fixed. A bald and fat man approached her and said,

“We already closed ma’am, how can I help you?”

“I know is a bit late, but it is an emergency. Can you fix my tire or at least put the spare?”

The man said “Let’s see if one of the boys is willing to stay a little longer.”, then he shouted “Frank!”

A tall muscular man turned around and walked to them. Hearing the name and seeing the person Susan felt a shiver running down her spine. The man continued

“Would you change this tire for the lady?”

“Sure,” he said not showing any emotion.

“Then I am going, please close the metallic curtain after you are done, Frank.”

“Yes sir.”

Then one by one the employees left. Silently Frank took the spare tire from the trunk and was using a hydraulic jack to lift the car when Susan said

“Frank, can we talk… I… I missed you,” she was getting horny with anticipation, she had not had such great sex since she left Frank. She was thinking “I am completely out of his league now but maybe I could make him my gigolo. I am a rich powerful girl now, I can afford it. The male executives have their lovers why can I do the same?”

But Frank didn’t answer, he continued retiring bolts from the pinched tire.

“Frank, please talk to me,” she insisted. She had played a similar scene in her mind many times in the past few years. She had always expected that he would be amazed by her fortune and would be eating from her palm by then but Frank didn’t look impressed at all. It was as if he always knew she was going to succeed and get rich.

“Frank…”

He finally answered, “I can’t talk and work at the same time, if you want me to talk, then finish changing the tire yourself.”

Susan was outraged but she didn’t know why but she agreed and felt a tingle in her pussy. “OK, I’ll do it, just tell me what to do.”

Frank smiled briefly but quickly returned to his stern face and said, “Suzy: first take out your clothes or they will end all tainted.”

She thought for a moment to curse him, but the idea aroused her and she thought, “He is playing me with his poker face but he is dying to see my adult body. He will get so aroused and I will get what I want.”

She took off her clothes and put them on the driver's seat. Then, wearing only panties and bra, she proceeded to retire the remaining bolts. She expected Frank to stop her any minute to make love with her but it didn’t happen. She took off the pinched tire with great effort; she was sweating and managed to stain herself and her bra with black streaks. Then all under Frank’s harsh instructions she managed to put the spare tire in place and bolt it. By the end, she looked like a coal miner and they hadn’t talked much. Strangely, she was horny as hell. Frank then said,

“Well, it is time to leave, We’ll fix the tire tomorrow, you can pick it in the afternoon,”

Susan was hurt and desperate, she was practically naked. Hadn’t she had any effect on him? She managed to say “Don’t you want to have … you know… sex with me Frank?”

Frank laughed briefly and said, “Frankly no. Look at you Suzy, you are all dirty and look like a mess.”

Susan was angry but somehow in front of Frank her personality reverted to her submissive days of high school, and her horniness seemed to block all her social skills, “Sorry…. Is there a place where I can clean myself?”.

“No. We already closed the office. Tell you what, I will let you suck my cock and you can fuck yourself with this screwdriver in the meanwhile. How does it sound?”

Of course, it sounded horrible but of course, she accepted. She took off her underwear which Frank made her drop in a trash can and then, on her knees and completely naked sucked Frank’s cock while fucking herself with the screwdriver handle that was all dirty. The only sign that she was a classy girl was the expensive shoes that she was wearing; otherwise, she looked like a working-class woman, all sweaty and dirty after a workday. Frank on the other side was dressed in street clothes and looked working class but neat. Near the end, he pulled out and came all over her hair, face, and tits, and just a few seconds after that, she came and came harder than any other time in her life.

Frank made her clean herself with her blouse that also ended in the trash can, then he ordered her to dress and leave. On the ride home, she was cursing herself for her stupid behavior. She was worse than 10 years ago and he wasn’t even interested. She was dressed only in her jacket and skirt and even after she cleaned her face and hair the best she could with some tissues, she still had black strips on her face and still smelled of semen. Her messed hair looked like shit. She hoped that Jessica wasn’t home to avoid the shame.

When she arrived she managed to evade Jessica and went straight to shower. She cried for a while repenting of having consented to that degrading treatment. But in the end, she convinced herself that she had wished just that and that she simply was in the mood for some rough sex and she was really in control and have enjoyed it. She was also convinced that Frank has surely enjoyed the sex too and that he was probably dreaming of another encounter.

By the end of the day she had convinced herself that she could indeed turn Frank into her paid lover. She only had to play her cards right and let him know he could earn a lot of money, he just had to accept she is the boss even when they played games simulating the contrary.

The next day she had been having second thoughts and for a moment planned to send an employee to pick up the fixed tire but she resolved that it was the most innocuous reason to visit Frank and otherwise she will end going another day and It will be more embarrassing. Besides she wanted him to see her strong. She wanted him to know that she wasn’t afraid of losing her control again because she didn’t really lose it; she was only playing along for some wild sex, that’s all.

So at 5:00 pm, she was driving to the garage again. She arrived at 5:25, she knew they were almost closing but she was hesitating, she felt not so self-confident right then. Finally, she thought

“I am a successful businesswoman. I am not a teenage high school student again. I have faced CEO’s and skillful lawyers and have controlled them. I can face this ignorant low-class mechanic easily.”

She entered the garage with her car. The owner sighed “Here she comes again at closing time,” he thought but said

“Hi ma’am, How can we serve you?”

“I come to pick the tire that you fixed for me, I just want it to be installed again.”

He would usually dismiss her, but she was beautiful and she was obviously rich so maybe she could bring more business to the place. He turned and yelled, “Frank, please help this lady with her tire.”

Frank approached them with a stern face; he barely concealed his anger. The garage owner and Susan noticed it but ignore it. Susan thought “You are forced to work for me; it will help you know who is the boss.”

The owner told Frank, “I have to go, please finish this work and charge her $40 for the fix and mounting,”, then in a lower voice he said, “you can keep them and if you are smart and nice, surely you can earn a good tip from the lady.” With that, the owner parted, leaving the couple alone once again.

“Why didn’t you come earlier?” Said Frank without disguising his anger, “You are making me work overtime.”

“I am sorry,” said Susan before she could think. “I can pay you for your time… you know, and maybe… we can play, you know… have some fun… sex… I may even return tomorrow to have the tire mounted if you want,” she wanted to sound in control but she sounded insecure and a little begging.

Frank answered even angrier “I am not like a whore, you know. I will have sex only with whom I want and like I want, and no rich bitch will tell me otherwise. I will do my job, you’ll pay me $40 and you leave and don’t come back out of schedule.”

Susan bitted his lower lip and looked at the floor. She was trying to come with something to say. She was horny, she had been thinking of sex with Frank all day. She didn’t want to go empty-handed, besides if she didn’t make something. She would never get Frank to have sex with her again.

“And what… what does it take for you …. To want to have sex with me… Am I not pretty enough?”

“You are pretty Suzy, but there are a lot of pretty faces out there. You know what I want. I want obedience. I want to be the boss in the relationship and I don’t think it could work with an educated girl with a fancy car.”

Somehow being called Suzy made her legs quiver. It was like returning to her submissive days. Only he had dared to call her that way. Susan’s desire grew and she blurted before really thinking what she said, “Please try me, I will obey you, I’ll do anything that you want.”

“OK, I’ll give you a try. Pick the fixed tire and I will direct you to change it for the spare tire”.

Susan saw a repetition of the performance of the last day and said

“Can’t we have sex first? Later I will be dirty and it may not appeal to you.”

“No. First the work and then the Fun. Don’t do they teach that in business schools? but well, you are right about the dirt. Come with me.”

They went to the dressing room and there were hung a few dirty and well-used coveralls with the logo of the garage, after a little search, he found a small blue one, obviously made for a woman or a young boy. It was meant for a shorter person. Frank looked at Susan and then at the coverall and took a knife from his tool belt and cut the long sleeves completely and the pants in diagonal just below the crotch. He then said, “Take off your clothes. All of them”. Susan complied, she was already very wet. Then he said, “OK. This is your work uniform. Put it on.”

The coverall had a zipper from the crotch to the collar. She opened it and stepped inside, she pulled the garment up and it was very tight, it showed all her legs to mid-buttock and the little fabric between her legs was so narrow that cut her pussy lips. She managed to pass her arms thru the holes where the sleeves had been but it increased the pressure in her pussy. She pulled the zipper up but only managed to raise it to 4” above her navel, the fabric only covered her nipples and the outside half of her tits, maybe a little more. She looked slutty, like a mechanic daisy dukes.

“OK, take off your shoes,” Susan hesitated, it was the only thing that reminded her of her high class and she didn’t want to be barefoot. The shop floor was disgustingly dirty. After a little reluctance, she obeyed and Frank put all her clothes in a locker and said, “It’s time to work, but first,” he unpinned Susan’s hair, destroying her hairstyle and then with the help of a dirty rubber band, he tied her hair in a ponytail. Then smeared some tissues with degreasing cream and deprived Susan’s face of all of her makeup. In the end, she looked like a common girl dressed like a slut. She looked younger too, maybe 20 or 22. Not a trace of the classy businesswoman that she really was.

Following Frank’s step-by-step directions she took out the spare tire, bolted the fixed one, and stored the other in the trunk. She was dirty except for the parts covered by the coverall, then Frank said,

“OK, it is time for your reward, take off your clothes.”

Susan complied, she wanted him to admit that it was good for him too, but she kept silent, she was too horny to start a discussion.

Then Frank said, “OK, bend over, grab your ankles and keep your legs straight.”

When Susan did it, he playfully spanked her ass saying “You are improving on your obedience Suzy,”

Susan blushed with shame and arousal and then he penetrated her pussy from behind. Again he was fully clothed while she was completely naked. When he was about to finish he pulled out and spread his sperm on Susan’s buttocks and small back, by that time Susan had already come twice. She collapsed on the floor and remained there totally expended while Frank went to grab her things, he returned with her purse, her keys, and a plastic bag.

“You may dress and go, Susan.”

Susan asked, “OK… where are my clothes?”

“I kept them as a souvenir, but you may keep your uniform.”

Susan thought, “ a souvenir, those clothes cost me maybe $800 or more, he will surely sell them. Well, it is as if I had paid him. It gives me control,” then said, “OK, as you wish.”

Then he dropped the contents of the bag on the floor and said, “You are improving your obedience indeed. I had already destroyed your clothes in case you rejected my order but I see it wasn’t necessary, well I didn’t want them anyway.” Susan saw her precious clothes cut into little pieces, even her shoes were destroyed. For a moment she came to her senses and was about to talk her rage out when he continued.

“If you want to come tomorrow, I can arrange with Tom (the owner) that we do the cleaning. The cleaning lady left a couple of weeks ago and as you see everything is a mess. You will come every day wearing your uniform and nothing else and do the cleaning as I instruct you. If you do it right and obey like a good girl, I will fuck you afterward. So we have a deal or not?”.

Susan was exhausted, she was not used to physical work and didn’t like it at all, she said: “Can I pay for somebody to do the cleaning while we have sex? please Frank.” But Frank said, “NO. I don’t care about the cleaning; What I like is to be your boss, so it is like I say or don’t come back at all.”

Susan was already wet, somehow Frank’s bossy attitude aroused her more than anything. “OK. Sir, I’ll come back tomorrow for work.” Susan didn’t know where the “sir” came from, but it sounded natural. Frank said, “OK, that’s the spirit. Get rid of your pussy hair so it doesn’t get messy here, and don’t forget to have your name embroidered to the uniform, now go”.

Susan went into her car, she was very horny but also afraid. It was getting dark but she looked completely out of place driving her fancy car dressed in the slutty overall. She drove very carefully and hoped nobody noticed. Fortunately, she made home without a problem but when she arrived she noticed Jessica’s room light was on. She decided to avoid risks this time. She called Jessica on her cell phone and asked her to buy some milk in the store a couple of blocks away. When she saw Jessica leaving the house she entered her garage and closed the automatic door behind. Then nervously ran to her room before Jessica returned. Once in her room she saw her image in the mirror, it was very different from her normal self. She saw a low-class working woman, even lower class than her aunt and a whole lot more slutty. She was still horny and her arousal grew a little bit out of control so she started to masturbate right there in front of her bedroom mirror, and finally came with an explosion. She managed to only moan lowly, however. She was amazed she never had really enjoyed masturbation, well not like this. Maybe her horniness was not only because of Frank's sexual ministrations but from his despiteful treatment.

After she came to her senses she turned and saw that her bedroom door was slightly open. She let out a gasp, ran for the door and closed it, then went inside the bathroom. Susan was very nervous, maybe she was discovered but during dinner, Jessica made no signal of having seen anything.

The next morning she was driving to work, her mind still filled with images of the last afternoon. She remembered Frank’s instructions and then in a daze she turned and drove to the mall. She called her assistant and told her that she wasn’t feeling quite well but that she would be at work after lunch. The assistant reminded her that she had an appointment with an important client. Susan hesitated for an instant but at the end instructed her to send one of her executives instead.

When she arrived at the mall she went to the embroidering shop; it was one of the islands in the mall aisle. She was embarrassed but tried to look confident. When she explained that she had a work uniform that she wanted to embroider, the clerk, a young woman, gave her a form to fill. Susan chose a feminine cursive style for the writing with lines of about 1/8” width, a bright pink thread, and a size of one inch high for the letters. She then saw the place to fill the name, she thought for a moment to put “Susan Lopez” but she stopped herself, she knew that Frank wouldn’t want that. She blushed a little and wrote “Suzy Lopez”, then as she was getting hornier, she put an additional “S” at the beginning, so it now reads “S. Suzy Lopez”. She wondered if someone would know what the “S.” stood for. Her pussy tingled when under department or position she wrote “cleaning girl”. She handled the form and the garment to the clerk. She was very ashamed but tried to put a matter of fact face. The girl saw the garment and told Susan,

“ma’am, the service that you asked for is $40USD. Are you sure you want to invest that in this old uniform? It is almost a rag.”

Susan was very ashamed but trying to remain calm, she said what she had rehearsed since the day before,“ It is a joke for a friend. She will be furious”, she said with an accomplice smile and a wink.

Susan breathed relieved as the girl seemed to believe it. Then the girl said smiling, “OK, then it would be $40 just please sign the form.” Susan was so relieved that she took a couple of 20 dollar bills and paid while absent-mindedly signing the form “Susan Lopez”. When she realized it, it was too late. The girl smirked and said, “your work will be ready in 5 minutes Suzy.” Susan blushed with anger and shame. She would normally snap back at anybody that called Suzy or mocked her. She would normally show a low clerk like that who was the boss with a witty remark. But somehow the presence of her uniform or the fact that this young brat had discovered her dark secret, or maybe her growing horniness, turned her submissive, so she accepted the insult in silence and remained quiet until the girl gave her the uniform with the job finished. The girl asked “What does the S stand for?”, but Susan didn’t answer, she nervously walked away looking at the floor, she heard the girl giggling “I bet is for SLUT”.

Susan walked then to a beauty parlor to have her pussy fully waxed. She felt a little wicked; she had fully shaved her pussy a couple of times in the past and she liked the look and especially the feeling but she stayed away from that look since she learned that most porno actresses used it. So she normally left a landing strip. When she arrived, the clerk offered her a new laser treatment that would be permanent. Susan thought that Frank would like that and felt a tingle on her already aroused pussy, somehow the idea of marking herself permanently as a slut just to probably amuse Frank for a few minutes while she had to live all her life with the consequences, aroused her to new highs. So after a little thinking, she took the laser treatment.

At the end of the laser treatment, she was repented. She used to plan everything carefully and now she had taken a lifelong decision impulsively just because she was horny. Frank didn’t even order her to do that. She realized she did it to overpass Frank’s orders, just like the “S” before her name. But this thing was irreversible. She just hoped that future men in her life would think of her as daring instead of slutty. Anyway, as she was driving to work, horniness little by little returned and replaced any regrets. Once in her office, she canceled her afternoon appointments and did very little work, her mind filled with anticipation.

From that afternoon, Susan established a new routine. She would go to work dressed to impress, as usual, then at 5:00 PM sharp she would leave the office and drive downtown. She would stop by a public bathroom near Frank’s garage and change into the humiliating uniform. She would put a coat over it then she would clean her makeup and put her hair in a ponytail before returning to her car and drive to Frank’s garage.

The first couple of days he allowed her to drive her car into the shop but from the third on she had to park it outside, take off her coat and shoes and then walk to the garage’s personnel door barefoot and dressed only in her obscene uniform. The first days were scary, she knew it wasn’t very likely to bump into someone she knew, but it could happen and the embarrassing embroidering would make it even worse as it had her real name. The returns to her fancy car were worse, if a policeman saw her, he could think she was a burglar.

Inside the garage, she was made to work hard. The first day she had expected she just had to role-play for a few minutes, not really cleaning that much, but Frank had made her really clean that place. The first few days Frank was there directing her every move and pointing spots for her to clean again, but after a couple of days, he began to only set tasks for her, and then he went to shower. As promised If she did it well he fucked her, usually from behind, with him fully dressed and she completely nude, if she wasn’t as good, she was only allowed to suck him while masturbating with the screwdriver, and the single time that she did really bad, she was ordered to take off her uniform and grab her ankles with her legs straight and then he whipped her hard for maybe five minutes with a piece of rubber tube until her ass was shining red. Then she was allowed to masturbate looking at him and apologizing for her clumsiness. With any result, Susan came and came hard. She was becoming more and more emotionally involved while Frank always seemed detached.

The sexual adventure was filling her mind all day and her work was suffering but she still managed to cope with her boss and customers. She was always planning to catch up with the work on weekends when she didn’t see Frank but still she was so horny that she didn’t advance too much. She was becoming also less careful to maintain her escapades secret from Jessica.

A Friday afternoon about 10 days after the deal with Frank begun, she had done the cleaning and was waiting for Frank to fuck her but instead, he said,

“What about if I take you another place for the fucking?”

Susan was so horny that she could not wait, but she thought “maybe we can make it on a bed like normal people,” so she said. “Yes sir, that would be nice.”

“Good. Come with me.”

She followed him outside the garage, she was always very nervous when she was outside wearing her uniform. She spotted her car but Frank was walking in the other direction.

“Wait, Sir, my car is over there.”

“No Susan, we will use mine, come with me.”

She walked beside him, she felt very self-conscious, she felt almost naked and she was barefoot, she was sweaty and dirty and looked of a lower class than Frank that had showered and was well dressed by his standards. The fact that her name was clearly visible on the uniform only made matters worse. She wanted to run to her car but she walked along with him, looking at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with people. A couple of blocks ahead they reached a bus stop and Frank sat on the bench. Susan looked at him puzzled, but before she could ask anything, a bus stopped in front of them and Frank said, “let’s get into my car.”

Susan felt out of place, she had not used public transportation in years, and with her fortune, she never thought of using it again. At first, she clenched her keys, distrusting everybody but then realized that she looked lower class than any of the other passengers, she noted that the few looks that she got were of disrespect. They sat on a bench near the back door with Susan on the window seat and Frank at her left.

She was thinking “What do they think of me? surely not that I am a successful businesswoman.”

She felt small and insecure. She was distracted with those thoughts when she felt Frank’s hand touching her right tit under her uniform. When she turned to see him ashamed of being groped in such a public place, he said into her ear,

“Open your legs while I kiss you. Open them all the way”

Then he leaned and kissed her on the lips while fondling her right tit that was now completely out of her coverall. She thought “if everybody thinks I am a low-class woman, why don’t behave like one?”, she then tried to open her legs as much as she could but her right knee topped with the bus wall and her left with Frank’s right leg. Frank took Susan’s left leg and passed it over his right one. Now she was quite open, quite ashamed, and quite horny. She was afraid that someone could turn and see her, but Frank continued fondling her and kissing her, then he said to her ear “pull the zipper all the way down”.

Susan’s eyes were wide open, but she was too horny to stop now and the bus was almost empty by then, so she obeyed, he then pulled the coverall down her shoulders which uncovered her tits and took the pressure off her crotch, so now both of her tits were in clear view as well as her denuded pussy. Susan was being fondled practically naked on a public bus. Frank whispered again “Play with yourself.” She had closed her eyes and fingered her pussy while being kissed and her tits caressed by Frank. Just after her orgasm (a very big one that she managed to kept mostly silent anyway), the bus stopped abruptly and Susan opened her eyes to see the driver walking toward them, she panicked and tried to cover herself but her clumsy movements and Frank's hands avoided her to succeed, still, she managed to cover her left tit.

When the driver was in front of them he said “Get off my bus before I call the police.”

Frank calmly responded, “Sorry sir, she was too horny to wait for us to get home; you know after a tough workday she asked me to fondle her right here and I could not deny her that. I thought that nobody would care.”

The driver softened a bit, took a look at Susan, and read her uniform tag with her name and position, then with a somewhat fatherly tone he said “Girl… Suzy, If you had studied you could have a less tiresome job. You are still young, maybe you can do something about it,” he paused for a moment and then added ”And Suzy, you must demand a new uniform and shoes, even if you are just a cleaning girl and probably illegal you deserve a uniform that gives you some dignity,” then turning to Frank he said, “And you should take some responsibility, you seem to be the one with education and seem to have a better job, help her grow to your level instead of you lowering to hers. Now get out.”

Susan dressed the best that she could and stepped out of the bus along with Frank while hearing the despiteful insults of the few people inside the bus. She was stunned, to them Frank was lowering his behavior to be on par with her. She felt completely ashamed and she was on the verge of crying, she just wanted to go home. “Can we return to my car, sir?”

“I have not come yet Suzy, You may suck me in the bus ride back to your car, or if you prefer we can use that alley over there”.

She didn’t like either option, but she chose the alley. She could not stand another public humiliation, and she wanted to end the night as soon as possible. Once there, he told her “give me your uniform.”

Susan hesitated for a few moments, but the alley seemed deserted, and she felt compelled to obey Frank’s orders. With trembling hands, she pulled the zipper down. Then she pulled her hands off of the garment and after the uniform fell to the floor, she stepped out of it and handed it to Frank. Frank folded the little uniform and put it over his shoulder. Susan felt apprehension, it was frightening to be naked in that low-class neighborhood even if the alley looked deserted. She realized that she had put herself in a situation in which she depended entirely on Frank. He motioned her to kneel, then pulled out his cock and ordered her to suck it and play with her pussy. She did just that for 10 long minutes, her emotions running wild, she was frightened, ashamed, and aroused all at the same time. She thought that if she got caught it would be very hard for anybody to believe that she was a businesswoman and not a cheap whore. At the same time, Frank was enjoying the night and cheerfully reminded her of the bus events and the driver’s words, he even mocked her calling her illegal girl and saying “here comes the migra!”, which only contributed to Susan’s humiliation. Her rational mind told her that the odds of an ICE raid in that place and time were nearly null, but in her emotional state, she could not avoid imagining herself in that embarrassing situation, “What if the ICE really comes? it would be too shameful to be detained naked and then I would have to call somebody to identify me and take me out.” She shivered with shame thinking about calling her sister to help her, which oddly heightened her arousal. Finally Frank came all over her face and hair and just a few seconds after, she came.

When Susan came to her senses she asked “May I have my uniform now?”

“Of course” answered Frank tossing it some 10 yards further into the alley.

Susan was too desperate to cover herself or to protest. She ran for the uniform and was about to dress when Frank said “I don’t have any tissues, and you can go in a bus with semen all over your face, so clean your face and hair with the inner part of your uniform”.

Susan was in a daze, she obeyed and then dressed. She felt sticky spots in her back and buttocks and she smelled like a whore. The ride home was a blur to her, she didn’t take off her sight from the floor. She vaguely remembered the bus ride to her car with a young couple switching places and making signs that she smelled bad, then she could not find her coat in her car, maybe Frank took it or something. Then she rode home and tried to sneak to her room, she was too tired to try to change into her normal clothes that were in the car’s trunk. She saw that Jessica was home, but it was late to try sending her to buy something at the store. She nervously ran to her room hoping that Jessica didn’t see her while replaying in her mind the shameful phone call that she had imagined in that alley.

During the weekend she resolved to stop that nonsense. The game had gone too far and was getting dangerous for her reputation, she will stop it. She still wanted to have sex and even play games with Frank but in a safer, cleaner, and less stressful way. On Monday she drove her car to the garage, just this time she didn’t stop to change into her uniform. She knocked at the door and when Frank showed she said,

“Hi Frank, today I am really tired. I had a very hard day at work. Can we skip the cleaning and go straight for the sex?. We can go to a motel, I’ll pay, and the sex can be rough if you want…”

Frank interrupted her “No. I said the rules, you don’t want them, no problem, just don’t come back.”

“Frank, please be rational, I have obligations, I can’t show so tired every morning, I …”,

”I don’t care and I don’t have time for this, so get out and don’t come back”. He slammed the door in her face. She waited there for maybe 15 minutes but he didn’t return.

She drove home very sad. She tried to turn her sadness into anger, but it didn’t work. She mostly had a withdrawal sensation. She was so depressed that she skipped a couple of workdays. She mostly masturbated with little success, and by Thursday she was very horny and frustrated. She drove to the garage once more, this time dressed in her uniform. She knocked at the door, when he opened, she said,

“Please sir, let me return to my job, I really want it, I’ll do anything you want”.

“I know you’ll do anything I want… until a problem shows in the office or you get bored and find another guy to play with, or any other excuse and this does not work for me. It is like a game to you and I don’t like games, I deceived myself thinking it was real but you came last Monday and show me completely clear that it is just a game. So my answer is no way. This is over right now.”

Susan begged and offered her body, her work, anything but he was impassible, he kept repeating that he didn’t like games. Finally, Susan said,

“And how can I turn it real?”

“I don’t know, the only way that I could take you back would be that you were more ignorant and hornier than any of my past girlfriends.”

Susan was stunned but she said in a meek voice, “I can feign that, if it is what you want…” somewhat in spite of her feminist views, the idea aroused her.

“NO”, he interrupted her, “I DON’T LIKE GAMES, DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?”.

Susan remembered his petition to quit studying 10 years before and she said “But Frank, I can’t go back in time, I can’t be like your other girlfriends but I can behave like one if that is what you want.”

Frank looked at her in the eyes and said “Listen Suzy: I don’t want you to pretend anything, that would spoil it. You are a smart girl with a lot of knowledge, find someone who appreciates that, or…well…” he chuckled, "you are resourceful, you know people, you surely can achieve anything that you want, if you really want something, there is always a way.” With that, he closed the door.

She returned home, and then to her old routine. But she felt a deep void in her life. She knew Frank probably never had really loved her, and she realized that her feelings towards him were pretty confusing and she couldn’t call them love. At an intellectual level, she hated the way he treated her, and she hated the fact that he didn’t appreciate the successful person that she had become; but on another more primal level she sexually desired him, and even when she couldn’t accept it, she wanted him to humiliate her. She was sexually addicted to the humiliations he provided. Even after this new breakup, just thinking about making his idea a reality was arousing her.

She decided to leave him behind once again, but she wasn’t being very successful in that respect. Her work was also suffering because she was not as sharp and not as committed as usual, and she could not even find comfort in masturbation because her sessions had become increasingly frustrating and only got her to want the “real thing”. She even tried a few tinder dates, but she found the guys disappointing. It was a complete paradox that for months she had been fucked daily by an educated mechanic but now she found the managers and entrepreneurs that dated her below her expectations.

One day she came home and over diner, Jessica asked her, “What’s happening sis? Did your lover dump you?”

Susan was surprised, she had never talked about Frank with Jessica. She started to babble something when Jessica said, “Don’t worry girl your secret is safe with me. I know you have been seeing a kinky lover. I don’t judge you, as matter of fact, I was happy for you, you seemed thrilled and full of energy.”

Susan was stunned that Jessica could read her so easily, and her first instinct was to retreat and cover her shameful relationship with Frank but she was feeling vulnerable and she needed the release of finally letting her feelings flow freely, so she cried on her sister’s shoulder for a while and told her a bit of her affair with Frank. She even told her who he was but she didn’t get into too many details like the cleaning. She just said that he wanted her to dress in the sexy overall before having sex. After some pressing, she revealed more and more the nature of her relationship with Frank and how she missed him, she even told her that they broke up because he could not stand a girl more educated than he.

Jessica made a quick search on her computer and then said, “let me help you. Why don’t you contact this service? they say they can fulfill any erotic fantasy and they are very discreet.”

Susan brightened up, it was not a big deal, she could get some professional gigolo to satisfy her needs while remaining fully in control. That same week she tried it three times, then the next week she did it another couple of times with a different service, but she only got to get more and more frustrated because she was unable to come even when one time she recreated most of a typical session with Frank, she even called the gigolo Frank and sir but it was useless anyway.

Finally, she gave up and tried to carry on with her life but it was getting hard for her to concentrate and she was unhappy. The emptiness grew until one day in her bedroom she confessed the reality to Jessica, who managed to pull the rest of the truth from her sister.

Jessica said “So why don’t you look for another relationship like that?”

“I don’t think it will work with anybody else, I tried with the gigolos remember…”

Jessica replied, “How about a real guy?”

Susan bitted her lip and looked down ashamed.

Jessica perceived the sign and said “What?”

Susan spoke very softly “I went to a worker’s bar last Friday disguised as one of them, and I was picked by some macho guy, he was rough and ordered me around but it didn’t have any effect on me. I got only mildly aroused, and I didn’t come at that time nor when I got back home.”

“So that it was why you cried that Friday?”

“Yes.”

“So why don’t you get back with Frank? Maybe I can help you.”

“I can’t. He won’t accept me back, he wants something impossible as a condition to get back together.”

Susan noticed that she was talking as if they had a relationship when in reality he mostly used her as an object. But that was probably what excited and aroused her. His complete indifference and even despise of her success, and his non-concealed, humiliating desire of seeing her as nothing but a dumb, and obedient cum receptacle, was strangely so arousing and so hooking for her that she wasn’t able to find anything else that provoked on her those very strong emotions and physical reactions.

Susan continued talking and explained to her sister what was his requirement to take her back.

Jessica was stunned and inwardly amused but she said “So that it is what he wants from you, to be ignorant,”

”Yes and … and horny,” Susan replied shyly.

“That would be no problem,” she said smiling, “you were already horny, I heard you in your room more than once.”

Susan blushed

“Sorry girl, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy but lately you didn’t even fully close your door.”

Susan lowered her eyes ashamed.

“Don’t worry, that was great indeed, to see you enjoying life so much. Let’s say he wants you even hornier.”

“Yes.” accepted Susan.

Jessica then said, “Well the question here is: Are you willing to give up your knowledge as he wants? Are you willing to be her ignorant slut?”.

Susan blushed, she was getting horny, she said, “What does it matter? It is impossible anyway.”

Jessica was high on her power, to see Susan eating from her hand, and reveling her darkest secrets was exhilarating, it was like getting their usual roles reversed. She wanted more.

“I didn’t ask you if it is possible. Tell me the truth. If you could do it, will you resign of all the things that you have learned since, say junior high, just to be able to be Frank’s fuck toy?”

Susan blushed, she was very horny just thinking of the possibility of making Frank’s fantasy real, and turn herself into his ignorant maid, not for a game but for real.

Jessica interrupted her thoughts “Answer me Susan, what do you prefer: Your knowledge or the chance to be Frank’s little slut?”

“I rather like to be Frank’s little slut.” She said almost in a whisper.

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you be ignorant and a shame for your race? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to do it just because a stupid red neck can’t stand that a Latin girl was more educated than he, Much more educated to be precise?

Susan was blushing and looking at the floor, she was very horny by then “Yes Jessica, it will be extremely shameful for me, it would be very humiliating to be what I have despised for so long but…”, Susan finished talking so low that Jessica didn’t hear.

“But what?”, She replied

“But I would do it if I could… just to be Frank’s little slut… can’t you leave me alone for a minute?” said Susan curling in her bed, her hand traveling to her pussy.

Jessica went out of the room but let the door open. She was excited with the possibilities, to see her older and square sister turned into a slut was simply great but the possibility of turning her into an ignorant slut was beyond her dreams.

The next few days Susan was able to masturbate successfully just thinking about her talk with Jessica, but as days passed that fantasy wasn’t enough and little by little her frustration returned and grew. Around a couple of weeks later, Susan thought that maybe having another talk with Jessica would spark some new fantasies. She didn’t like to get her sister involved, but she was desperate.

“Jessica, about what we talked last week… you know Frank’s fantasy… Do you think it could be possible?” The answer of Jessica took Susan completely out of balance:

“I know it can be done, and I know who can do it for you.”

Susan was surprised and frightened. Then tried to read Jessica’s face to see If it was a joke or something, but it wasn’t. Then she thought “She will come with a gypsy tale or will say that a witch can do it, typical ignorant Jessica.“

“Don’t you want to know how?”, Said Jessica.

One part of Susan was curious but the other didn’t want Jessica to ruin the effect by discovering it was something stupid and unfeasible. In the end, the first part won, “Yes, of course, tell me”.

“Well, there is a researcher here in California working to cure the post-traumatic stress syndrome, you know those soldiers with recurrent memories from the war that causes them panic attacks and avoid them to function in society”.

Susan was stunned, Jessica had done real research, “looks like Jessica is finally changing,” Susan thought while motioning Jessica to continue.

“This researcher found the way to selective erase those memories. Do you know that every time that you remember something, that memory is erased from your brain, and then it is remade again? Only this time linked with any new related knowledge that you gained after the first memory was imprinted.” Seeing Susan's puzzled face Jessica continued “Yes I also thought that memories were static but they aren’t. This researcher makes you remember things while you are on a drug that precludes new synopsis, let’s say new memories to form, that way your memory erases but it isn’t replaced with anything new so you effectively and permanently forget those memories.”

Susan was both proud and amazed and asked “How did you learn that?”

“I used people networking as you tough me. I presented a hypothetical case to my psychology teacher. I told her: suppose some students are taught history all wrong, let’s say for example that they learn that Hitler was a great humanist and a hero, those students would be full of prejudices because of that. Obviating the ethics, Is there a way to help them unlearn that history so they could be able to relearn it without blocking new ideas? The teacher’s academic mind was curious and she started helping me research and talking with her colleagues until one of them pointed us to this company. With the help of my teacher, I proposed my theoretical problem to the research leader and he answered me that after analyzing this non previously contemplated use for his technology, he realized it was very possible and could be a very interesting way to solve some real-life problems, say prisoner rehab for example, but it would be very hard to apply it because of ethical issues. As a matter of fact, it would be almost impossible to do the needed research for the same reasons, maybe with volunteers but it would impossible to get even one”.

Susan was now mostly frightened. Jessica said, “It is really possible Susan. You have to think if it is really what you want.”

Susan shook her head “No. Of course… no, I don’t want that…“ but she sounded less confident than she intended and before Jessica pushed further she said, “And I don’t really know if Frank really meant it or it was just a way to get rid of me.”

The next days she masturbated like crazy, fantasizing about it. When the novelty wore off she talked about it again with Jessica. This time Jessica went straight to the point and said

“I talked with Frank.”

“What?”

“He is serious, if you turn to be more ignorant and hornier than all of her girlfriends he will take you back as his maid and fuck toy.”

Susan started to babble, but Jessica continued “Her most ignorant girlfriend studied only to third grade.”

Susan was blushing and felt so horny that she couldn’t talk.

“Susan,” continued Jessica “I impersonated you on the phone and already talked with doctor Mark Summers about what you want specifically and we had got an agreement. I even know the amount that you need to pay. It is affordable… to you of course”.

Susan was still paralyzed so Jessica kept talking. “Listen, Susan, I want this to end, one way or another. I don’t really care which way you choose, but you have to decide if you want it for real or not. If you don’t, then move on and don’t ask me again, it is a little gross that you masturbate after we talk you know, I don’t want to be part of that…”

Susan looked at the floor ashamed.

Jessica continued “If you want to get the procedure then I will understand and help you get it done, and support you after that. On the other side, if you don’t, good for you but I don’t want to let this door open, it will only turn our relationship weirder. So tell me what do you want, do I make the arrangements for the procedure, or should I destroy all the information I have about this research and we forget everything for good?”

Susan felt her head about to explode “I need to think.. “ she said softly.

“OK, you have 5 minutes”.

Susan was almost hyperventilating but just a couple of minutes later she said “Yes, I’ll do it”.

That very moment Jessica helped her to do the wire transfer of half the payment to guarantee her commitment and then called Mark Summers to make the appointment for the next day. Before Susan could think or sleep, she made her write her resignation letter and sent a copy by email storing a printed and signed copy to send it the next day. Her company didn’t have trouble accepting the resignation as her performance had been unsatisfactory the last couple of months and they were having second thoughts about her.

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Part 3: In the present again

Susan’s reminiscences were interrupted by Dr. Mark Summers returning to the room. He handed her several papers to sign: First, a power of attorney in the case that she resulted unfit to see her own finances and legal issues. The power was made under her instructions and will require joint signatures by Jessica and Frank. She thought that was a smart idea as no one could abuse her because the other could stop it.

Then she read the contract of procedure #2. It consisted in the installation of a little pacemaker inside her body that will orchestrate a variation of her hormonal production that would make her feel slightly aroused all the time, but the magic was that if she was stimulated, the pacemaker would pick her body signals and manage her hormonal response to increase her arousal several folds, so if in the future she got aroused with each little humiliation as it happens now, the pacemaker would turn that arousal and turn it into an unbelievable horniness.

She shivered, but sign it anyway. Then read the other contract, and it was mostly legal mumbo jumbo discharging all the responsibility of the procedure and any side effects on herself. But when she got to the specifics, she stopped “This is not what I asked.”

“I know Susan but we are not capable of so fine-tuning the procedure. I thought that you will get rid of your MBA, maybe some college but to third grade, we can’t achieve that precision. At that point, we can only offer you to erase all of your academic knowledge, even your reading and arithmetic skills. We know it will happen anyway, it is like trying to get a card from a card house, we can get the ones on top if we are skillful but when we start taking the lower ones, it is inevitable that we end up destroying the full house. Sorry, it is that or nothing, You may still back down if you want.”

Susan was very nervous, it was just too much even her stupid aunt knew how to read and basic arithmetic, she took her cell phone, called Jessica and told her everything. “So you will be completely ignorant, illiterate, and unable to do any math. Wow! I think Frank will love that and you will be the most ignorant member of the family ever. I think that even grandma knew how to read. You will really be a shame for your race”.

Susan was silent, but her aroused breath could be heard from the other side of the line. Jessica was high on her power and this new turn was very exciting for her, so she pushed “You know you want that slut. You will be Frank’s little completely ignorant slut. You’ll depend on Franks direction for every simple thing in life like taking the right bus, choosing the right bathroom, buy things, it will be arousing for you to be outsmarted and outclassed by everyone, don’t you think? Imagine the proud and awarded MBA businesswoman asking some mediocre elementary school girl for help to read a sign, wouldn’t it be great?”.

Susan didn’t answer the question, she was already signing the contract...and … well… and coming hard.

Part 4: The process

The six weeks that the procedure lasted were a complete nightmare for Susan. She spent the full time in the research facilities. The researchers wanted to go slowly peeling layers of knowledge to document the possibilities of the process. Susan’s routine consisted of answering exams on diverse subjects in the morning to measure her knowledge level, then she was hypnotized and injected with the drug that blocked new synapses and was made to remember (for the last time) all the knowledge that she had about the subject. At the end of the day she had to answer the same exams again to ratify the degree of erasing. The process probed to be around 92% effective but as the researchers erased a new layer of knowledge it caused to erase nearly 100% of the remaining knowledge in the upper layers.

After three weeks, they had erased all of her work experience, her MBA, and most of her college. The slow process and the constant exams that she first excelled and then failed miserably were a source of humiliation and anguish for Susan. She had hoped the process would be somewhat instantaneous, or that she won’t be aware of it but it turned to be slow and conscious. The worse for Susan was that the process required her constant and dedicated cooperation making her an architect and first-row witness of the slow destruction of her hard-earned knowledge. It was especially painful because for so many years that knowledge had been the source of her self-confidence and the trait that defined her self-image. With each loss, she could perceive subtle changes in the way she was addressed and treated by Dr. Summers and his aides. At first, they called her Ms. Lopez and talked to her with deference, a few days later she was treated like a peer, and by now she was called Susan by most of them.

So far, the process had been successful but the research team was afraid that her isolation and the obvious sadness caused by the procedure could lead her to fall into a depression that could affect the results of the process in unpredictable ways. They knew that some social interaction and support could help her cope with the depression, but they had planned to keep Susan isolated to avoid interferences to the process like accidentally relearning something in a conversation. After several discussions, they agreed that the risk of depression was bigger than the risk of interferences, so they decided to invite her sister to talk with Susan daily.

“Hi Susan”, said Jessica in their first meeting, “I’ve got good news for you, I finished high school, and I was admitted to a local university to study a major in psychology. My teacher helped me to get that opportunity. She was impressed by my strange idea and the way I conducted my research. I think I like knowing more and more about such things, I am motivated, and it looks like I am smarter than I thought, I did pretty well in the SAT, almost as good as you did.” The reality is that Jessica's lack of dedication to school in the past was at least in part, a form of self-protection because she found her older sister’s academic achievements intimidating, and she unconsciously preferred to avoid competition, but now she looked for achievements and self-improvement because it was now a competition that only she could win, and she wanted to win it for the largest margin.

Susan had contradictory feelings, she had always wished that for her sister, but now she was jealous and somewhat humiliated.

Jessica saw her reaction and she really enjoyed it, so she continued “I understand that today they finished erasing your high school, I have more academic knowledge than you for the first time in my life. It is exhilarating, We can have some fun, let’s talk about the Roman Empire or do you rather discuss Hamlet? I forgot that you prefer to discuss current events, maybe we can talk about the country’s budget and commerce deficits."

Susan was humiliated and very horny; she had no idea what Jessica was talking about. She wanted so much to touch herself, she desperately wished Jessica to leave and have some privacy, but Jessica was enjoying the moment, and seeing Susan squirming with desire and shame was delightful. Jessica seemed to read Susan’s mind and said “I won’t leave anytime soon Suzy, as a matter of fact, I will be helping the doctors with the procedure. I will be the one applying the knowledge tests from now on. You will enjoy that, don’t you Suzy?”.

Susan definitely didn’t want Jessica on the sessions, they were already shameful enough. On the other side she was getting hornier by the minute, maybe the idea of Jessica witnessing how she lose her junior high and elementary school knowledge added to her arousal. She wanted to touch herself right then, so she started to babble something, trying to make Jessica leave, but she was not very articulate at the moment. Jessica interrupted her abruptly. “You want to masturbate. Don’t you Suzy?”. Susan blushed, it was shameful to be so horny in those circumstances and even worse to admit it, and she hated being called Suzy, but her pussy was overwhelming her reason and she only wanted to touch herself so she answered, “Yes” hoping that Jessica will leave her alone giving her some privacy at last, but Jessica didn’t move, she instead asked, “You want to see me getting more knowledge while you get more and more ignorant, don’t you? Your pussy tells you so, doesn’t it?”.

Susan only wanted the talk to end, she was getting more and more aroused, she said: “Yes, Jessica.”

“I know Suzy. You deceived us for so many years, making us believe that you wanted to be the successful and rich businesswoman that you were a few weeks ago, when, in reality, what you wanted, what you always knew was your destiny and your real place in life was to be an ignorant little slut, the most ignorant adult that you know, only good enough to be a third-class cleaning girl and the fuck toy of some mediocre red neck.”

Susan’s breath was short and fast, she REALLY wanted to touch herself, she should protest, she should contradict Jessica, but she only said in a meek voice “Can you leave me alone for a few minutes Jessica?”. Jessica smiled and said, “No, I won’t leave, I understand that a little slut like you can’t control herself, but don’t worry I won’t judge you, I am your sister. Take off your skirt and panties and rub your clit while you tell me what you always really dreamed to be.”

Susan blushed and for a moment struggled to resist Jessica’s orders but it was getting hard for her to negotiate with Jessica; her little sister had always been more socially developed and now she was more knowledgeable too, and somehow Susan now felt a stronger need to be guided, to be told what to do, no matter what, for a moment Susan understood Frank’s position, her obedience now was very different, it was an obedience that had no options, an obedience that came from the inferiority and from the complete dependency and need. She took off her skirt and panties, spread her legs and, she started rubbing her clit while looking at Jessica; her eyes projected her shame and submission, and she said in a meek voice “Jessica, I always wanted to be an obedient little slut, an ignorant maid and a fuck toy,” and she came very hard.

The scientists saw that the visit that Jessica wasn’t supportive as they had expected but her talk was successful anyway because it replaced depression with horniness.

The next few days Jessica constantly mocked Susan diminishing knowledge. When Susan finally lost her junior high knowledge, Jessica laughed when she failed all the exams and she said “Thank god I will get a major. At least one member of our family won’t be a complete shame for our race”.

When they started erasing her elementary school knowledge the process ceased to work smoothly. It was as if any movement caused collapses in Susan’s knowledge, she was losing vocabulary very fast and sooner than expected started having trouble understanding the written exams. One Day during that chaotic process Jessica said “I will call you slut Suzy from now on, you’ll agree with me that only the worst slut would give up all that hard-earned education just to be able to be a fuck toy for some low-class man,” Susan agreed and continued having humiliating orgasms all the way to the end of the process. She was no longer on par with her sister, she was no longer respectable, she was just a horny ignorant slut. On the final day, the “pacemaker” was implanted.  

Part 5: The Homecoming

After her return to her home, her role in life was completely changed. She indeed recovered her job after hours under Frank’s thumb, and it proceeded mostly the same as before, with her humiliating uniform and Frank directing her on the simplest tasks. Just this time it was for real, she could not afford a better job, she was even unqualified for that. Frank enjoyed especially having to rephrase his orders so Susan could be able to understand. She was sexually used and enjoyed a lot of orgasms despite (or most probably due to) the constant humiliations.

At home, the situation was not much different. The day they arrived home, Jessica handed Susan a lot of correspondence that had accumulated during her stay at the research center. It was a mix of bills and junk mail. Susan looked at the papers, she opened a few envelops, but she was completely clueless. She blushed realizing that she was absolutely unable to run her house. “May you help me, Jessica?”.

“Yes, of course, running a house is not a job for little ignorant sluts, don’t you think?”

“You are right Jessica,” said Susan meekly, that each day was less able to contradict Jessica.

“Well from now on, I’ll be the lady of the house. Law requires the owner to be literate.” Then Jessica paused for a second and continued “Suzy. Do you remember your rights?”

Susan was puzzled by the stupidity of the question but answered shyly “This is my right hand and my right foot,” then she felt suddenly insecure about it. “ Am I correct?”.

“Yes, Suzy, very good.” Said Jessica with a smirk, then continued “You need to have a job, otherwise you will be deported…. That means sent back to the country of our parents. “, of course, all that was bullshit but Susan had no way to know, and the possibility to be sent to a land that she didn’t know, and she didn’t even speak the language scared her a lot. She clearly remembered the raids for illegal immigrants in her infancy, she remembered her parent’s apprehension and her own childish fear, although she could not remember the details or the reason for those raids. Then Jessica continued, “Don’t worry Suzy you can be my maid, you are totally unqualified for the position, but you are my sister after all. Of course, this is a serious job, you have to work your ass as hard as you can to compensate for your complete lack of talent, otherwise, I would have to fire you.”

Susan was scared, things were getting out of control very fast, she had planned to leisure and relax during the days and then work with Frank in the afternoons. “But I already have a job with Frank.”

“Yes Suzy of course, but he can’t legally register you for that job because you can’t work in a shop if you can’t read. Of course if you don’t want to be my maid, you may look for another job more to your liking. I can make a call to B&L Associates, maybe they are needing some cleaning girl.”

Susan cringed with shame, that would be just too much, she thought that more than one of her former employees would be very happy to see her working there as a cleaning girl. “No, Jessica, I’ll work for you”, said Susan defeated believing that she didn’t have another choice.

“Do you really want it?”

“Yes, please Jessica”.

Then Jessica made her beg for the job for a few minutes until she finally said,

“OK. Suzy, here are my rules. First, don’t call me Jessica anymore, it is not correct because I am your boss, call me ma’am or Ms. Lopez.”

Susan nodded meekly.

“Second, I will take your bedroom, it is the right thing because I am the lady of the house, you are only to enter there to clean it or when I tell you. Third, your wardrobe is completely inadequate for your position, people would think that you stole it, so for your own good you are forbidden to use it. I will keep some of it and get rid of the rest. Come on let’s go to your new room”.

Susan was disappointed, she had expected that If she dressed smartly people wouldn’t know about her shameful ignorance, at least until she talked.

She followed Jessica expecting to go to her sister’s former bedroom, thinking “it isn’t as comfortable mine but…”, her thoughts were interrupted by Jessica taking a wrong turn and leading her to a metal door behind the laundry.

Susan blushed with shame and humiliation, a year ago she had hired a contractor to build a little room that she intended to use to have a live-in maid, a white girl preferably. It was a secret dream of her to have a white woman serving her as a maid but as the cost of the building started to rise and after several discussions with the contractor, she canceled the construction, leaving the room just partially finished.

Jessica opened the door and Susan could see the room, it was just 8’ by 10’ and had a little bathroom without a door. The bathroom was tiny, it had only a small shower without a curtain, and Jessica had bought a cheap white toilet with a blue, partially broken toilet seat. The bathroom wasn’t finished and had no tiles on the floor, just coarse cement. The room floor was also of coarse cement; it had no furniture except for an old mattress without bedclothes. The mattress looked as if Jessica had rescued it from the garbage deposit, and it was full of suspicious stains. The only other thing present was a small tube of around 4’ long attached with brackets to one wall and that was intended to be used to hang clothes there. The entire space was smaller than Susan’s former bathroom.

Just a couple of wire cloth hangers were on the tube, one had the uniform that Frank gave her and the other had an old pink maid dress with a white apron. The dress was manufactured by some cheap lingerie shop and Jessica had bought it used so it was now fading to gray and had all the hems a little bit ragged. Susan was observing grimily, she should negotiate something but she felt quite unable to win anything from Jessica right then, she felt very nervous and was thinking to postpone any negotiations when Jessica interrupted her thoughts

“Ok. Suzy, enough chit chat, it’s time for you to start working, take off all your clothes and change into your new work uniform.”

Susan was in a daze; she took off her t-shirt and her jeans and was reaching for the maid dress when Jessica stopped her. “I said all of it slut. Can’t you follow even the simplest orders? That underwear looks too expensive for you, same as your snickers.”

Completely naked Susan took her new uniform while Jessica packed the discarded clothes and snickers in a plastic bag. Susan took now a detailed look at the dress, it had an embroidering equal to her other uniform but with a blue thread. She could not read it, but she remembered what it said, “S. Suzy Lopez, Cleaning girl.” When she put on the dress it was so short that only fully covered her pussy when she was standing up with her hands by her side, her back was completely uncovered, and the short skirt showed most of her ass even standing up. Susan blushed with shame and arousal. “But I can use real clothes when I am not working?”.

“These are real clothes. And for now, these uniforms are your only clothes. I will pay you the minimum wage, and Frank will give you a few bucks each afternoon. I estimate that after you pay for board and food you may save around $70 a month. You can use your savings to buy new clothes and shoes, of course, you first need to buy two new uniforms for each of your jobs.”

Susan didn’t know how much time she will need to have a decent wardrobe, the numbers said nothing to her. She was more worried by her lack of shoes thought “What about shoes? Won’t I have a pair, to begin with?”

“No. I don’t have anything adequate for you but if you save I bet you can buy a new pair in maybe less than three months.”

Susan was blushing and she felt already very insecure barefoot and dressed only in her ridicule maid uniform. “Jessica please, I can’t be barefoot for three months, and I need clothes to get out of the house.”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

Susan was afraid, it was getting harder by the minute for her to negotiate with Jessica, her leverage was weaker and weaker, and now this scream confused and scared her. “Sorry Jessica, if that is a problem, I’ll wait.”

“NOW YOU DO IT AGAIN, ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT?” then trying to control herself Jessica continued, “How must you call me?”

“Sorry ma’am, I forgot”

“OK, be careful to follow your rules and never contradict me again. You will be barefoot until you afford to buy some shoes, it could take you three months or more, I don’t care, and you may use your mechanic uniform when you need to get out of the house. For now, you only have two items of clothing, you need to earn anything else. Understood?”.

“Yes ma’am”

Susan was already very wet and wanted to … take a break, but Jessica was all business, “OK, to begin with, take a rag and a cube of water and wash the kitchen floor. I want it shinning.”

Susan blushed, she hated physical work but now she can’t do anything else. “May I use a mop or something, I think it will be easier.”

“What did I say about contradicting me? I don’t pay you to think, you are simply not good at that, I pay you to clean and to obey me immediately. Is that clear?”

“Yes… I am sorry Ms Lopez, I’ll do it as you told me.”

“Sure you will, but you need to learn a lesson first. Turn around and grab your ankles without bending your knees.”

Susan complied, her ass was almost fully exposed but Jessica folded her skirt on the small of her back anyway. Then she took Susan’s belt from the bag with her clothes and used it to whip Susan’s ass until it was fire red and she was uncontrollably sobbing. “You are really a slut, look your pussy is dripping.”

A few minutes later a very humbled Susan was on her hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor with a rag, her very red ass exposed.

Part 6. The classes

A week later Jessica told Susan, “Listen Suzy, you’ll be a complete drag if you can’t even read. I can’t let you a list of things to do, you can’t operate the dishwasher or any other appliance, I can’t send you to buy cigarettes because you would be easily fooled, so you are now pretty incompetent even for a maid. I talked with Frank and we decided that you must learn to read and some basic arithmetic. To make things more interesting for you, I decided to award you with a small wardrobe, some of my old clothes and shoes if you progress as fast as we expect. You had always been a smart girl, so it will be easy cake for you.”

Susan was excited, she didn’t even need the award, the fact that she could start learning something was very good, she knew she will never be the same, and she probably didn’t want that either, but at least she could be a better maid and avoid the constant spankings that Frank and Jessica used to punish her frequent mistakes. On the other hand the idea of having some decent clothes to wear gave her some hope that she could recover at least some bits of a normal life.

“We will start tomorrow and we’ll do it every day after diner, you will still work for Frank from 5:00 to 8:30 but he promised to drop you here for dinner at 9:00 PM.

Jessica had been capacitated as an alphabetizer and already had material for teaching the letters and phonics as well as some basic books. She had obtained a couple of bottles of the drug that the researchers used to block new memories to form. It was indeed a commercial drug that was used in low dosages to treat some heart conditions. So they started a new routine, at dinner Jessica would pour some pills on Susan’s juice, and then some 20 minutes after she drank it, when the memory blocking effect was at full force, they would start the lessons.

The classes were a nightmare for Susan, she was constantly forgetting what she had been taught even in the same class. The first days she looked forward to the class time, but as her failures accumulated she dreaded those moments. One day she thought that Jessica was maybe tricking her by deliberately teaching her badly, she remembered having learned math and reading very easily when she was a little girl, so she said “Ms. Lopez, may I try with another teacher, maybe you are getting tired.”

Jessica was expecting that kind of question sooner or later and she was prepared, “I am getting tired by your lack of effort but I don’t think another teacher will be better for you or more patient. It seems to me that you love to be completely ignorant but I did something to motivate you: I invited a girl from my old neighborhood to attend our classes, she is seven years old but hasn’t gone to school yet because her parents are afraid of the migra. I promised them to teach her to read and some basic math. I thought that way you may feel some pressure and start making some real effort to learn.” Susan wasn’t happy with Jessica’s reply, but she thought “At least with the girl I will see if she is teaching me or what.”

But the classes turned into a major nightmare, the girl advanced very fast, she memorized the vowels in the first class and was doing simple phonics the second week, by the eighth week the girl could read simple paragraphs and add two-digit numbers and subtract single-digit ones, while Susan thanks to the memory blocking drugs, was still stuck with the vowels and could not reliably recognize written single-digit numbers, she even had trouble counting beyond 30. The girl was polite at first but after a couple of weeks, and encouraged by Jessica she started mocking Susan’s failures with delight while Jessica constantly reprimanded and even spanked her for being so lazy. Susan was always ashamed and nervous during classes and started to get anxiety attacks just by seeing the flashcards and that blocked further her ability to learn. Jessica noticed it and little by little reduced her pills dose until she didn’t use them anymore. Even without the pills, Susan was unable to learn the vowels in the next three weeks, she got so nervous that her own body secreted the adrenaline that blocked the memory forming mechanisms. She got to be so insecure that she couldn’t count not even to 20 without making a mistake. As failures accumulated, the anxiety attacks were stronger and more easily triggered, she was indeed now less capable to learn than the first days that Jessica used full doses of the memory blocking pills.

At the end of the third week without pills, Susan begged Jessica to stop the classes and accept her as a completely illiterate person. “Well, I see you are wasting my time and effort because you are not doing any effort to learn unless you are totally dumb; either way, I don’t like to share my last name with an ignorant slut, so if you want to stay illiterate, you have to change your name legally to Suzy Puta,” Jessica counted on the Judge wouldn’t know that “Puta” was a Spanish word for “whore”, she smiled seeing Susan’s reactions, “don’t worry I’ll lend you some money for the new embroidering of your uniforms”. Susan blushed, the last trace of her former self was about to be erased, she won’t be Susan anymore, just Suzy, and her new last name was incredibly humiliating but she could not stand more classes, so she said “Yes, Ms. Lopez.”

EPILOGUE

So this is now Suzy’s life, to be a slutty and permanently ignorant maid for Jessica and Frank. Jessica had indeed achieved the legal name change and changed the name tags of her uniforms to her and Frank’s amusement. Frank used sexual rewards and hard punishments to condition her to respond only to her new name “Suzy” or “Suzy Puta”, somebody may shout “Susan” or “Ms. Lopez” by her ear and she wouldn’t even blink but she will immediately respond if the same person says “Suzy” or “Puta”. After a lot of spankings, she now answers fast when somebody asks her name “I am Suzy Puta.”

And quite a slut she was. Frank used her sexually from the very beginning and Jessica started just a few weeks later. She liked to make Suzy lick her and then beg to be allowed to masturbate. The pacemaker and the lack of other satisfactions made it very hard for Suzy to control her horniness. She would simply do anything to be allowed to come and Jessica was very creative to ask Suzy humiliating requirements just to allow her to masturbate. Sometimes she asked her for the money that Suzy had saved for clothes, other times Suzy had to insult herself with degrading names for Jessica’s amusement, sometimes she had to clean the floor using her maid dress like a rag, or accept a spanking or even spank herself while Jessica laughed. But Suzy had now more orgasms than she can handle.

Suzy’s idea of having Frank and Jessica joint signatures to manage her wealth backfired in a way she hadn’t predicted. One day, maybe a year after she began her new life, she was sucking Frank’s cook after having cleaned the garage’s office. Frank was dressed casually but he looked middle class or better. He had improved his image in the last few months. Suzy was naked and on her knees, she was sweated and dirty, black streaks crossed her pretty face and tits, her hair was disarranged and looked greasy. She still looked beautiful with her model face and great body, but with all the dirt and sweat she looked somehow like a wild, even feral beauty, miles away from the classy businesswoman that she once was. She had her hands crossed behind her back, she had leather cuffs on her wrists and just above her elbows, small padlocks attached each wrist with the opposite arm’s elbow. Frank often did that to avoid Suzy to touch herself and come before him. He liked to have her eager to come. Frank talked.

“I have news, Suzy,”

Suzy stopped sucking for a moment but Frank signaled her to continue. She obeyed and expertly alternated between swallowing his entire cook and licking his balls and shaft. Frank continued,

“I’ve decided to get married.”

Suzy raised her sight and looked at his eyes. She stopped just for a second but again she followed orders and continued sucking with even more enthusiasm. She was thinking, “Finally.”

Then he asked, “Do you think I should get married.”

Suzy managed to say “yes” with Frank’s cook in her mouth.

Frank smiled, “I knew you would think the same”, Suzy’s emotion grew, it was not the way that she had dreamed to be proposed but it was still good.

Frank continued ”Now, I want you to keep sucking and do not talk until I permit you.”

Suzy nodded eagerly and Frank said,

“Well, I am going to marry Jessica,”

Suzy’s look of surprise and disappointment was priceless, she was thinking “But why? she didn’t obey you, she is more educated than you, she is not what you’re looking for in a relationship,” but to her merit, she didn’t stop sucking and licking.

Frank said, “I know what are you thinking Suzy, but recently the talk of that bus driver has been spinning around my head, and I concluded that I need somebody to help me grow, and with Jessica, I had grown, I am the owner of the Mechanic shop now,” using Susan’s money he had bought the garage where he used to work, “and she pushed me to study commerce and I am taking some courses on management. You don’t even know what the word commerce means,”

Suzy blushed with shame, she didn’t know indeed, he continued

“I am not only wealthier now, but you know, I am more educated, people see me different now, people around me see me with real respect, and I like it, I plan to keep improving. And you surely understand that I can’t marry an ignorant horny slut like you Suzy. Look at you, It would be very shameful for me to introduce you as my wife, you are very sexy but you can’t even read and you can’t control yourself, you behave almost like an animal,” Suzy was very ashamed, her face and shoulders were shining red. “And Jessica told me that you didn’t make any effort to re-learn how to read and that all you care about now is sex,”

Suzy wanted to tell him that she made an effort but was unable to learn, but that won’t change the situation too much. Suzy’s face now reflected uncertainty and fear, but Frank continued,

“But don’t worry Suzy, as long as you obey and work your ass hard, you will always be my employee, both in my garage and in my home, even when we all know that you are too ignorant to be a real cleaning girl, but as now I am almost a married man, you are no longer my fuck toy but Our fuck toy”, saying that he pulled his cock out of Suzy’s mouth and came all over her face and disarranged hair. After she carefully cleaned his dick with her tongue, he pulled it back inside his pants, closed the fly, and said “Now you may talk.”

Suzy was overwhelmed by her emotions and horniness, she felt disappointment, betrayal, humiliation, and arousal, all mixed with a dose of fear, she had lost everything just to meet Frank's wishes, even when she had admitted it to herself that she did it more for the crazy cravings that Frank awoke in her than for love for him or something like that. Still, in the last few months, at the times she wasn’t that horny, she childishly dreamed that Frank would somehow take their relationship to another course, rescuing her from her humiliating life.

She should rage against him and her sister, but she couldn’t find arguments, all that Frank said was true. She tried to think of something to say, but her mind kept darting from her possible arguments to her horny and longing pussy and then back again, at a moment she thought “Maybe that is really for the best, at least I will still be their fuck toy and they surely know better than me what is best,” which only increased her arousal.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Jessica who just entered Frank’s office and had heard the entire conversation. She was dressed casually in jeans and a white shirt but still, she looked very classy, thanks to her $300 haircut and the expensive designer brand clothes and jewelry that she wore from her head down to her toes. She silently approached Frank and embraced him, he in return kissed her lips tenderly, admiration sparking in his eyes.

Jessica softly broke the embrace and then turned to see Suzy and with a smirk said “Don’t you have anything to say, Suzy?”

From her kneeling position Suzy looked up at Jessica and she saw an elegant and educated beautiful lady, then she saw her own reflection in the glass door of the office, and she saw a tied wild animal, a horny wild animal, all dirty, with her face and hair dripping Frank’s cum and her pussy shinning wet. The enormous contrast overwhelmed her with shame and arousal because she knew that the differences were well beyond the appearance. She realized that she could not change Frank’s mind, even if she had no competitors she was simply not wife material, but with Ms. Lopez there she admitted total defeat, the distance was abysmal, in contrast, she looked more like a pet than a woman, at least she could still be their fuck toy.

Seeing Suzy’s long silence, Frank reinforced Jessica’s question, looking at Suzy, he said with inquiring eyes

“Don’t you want to say something Suzy?”

She thought what her answer should be, she felt very insecure, she kept fidgeting and shifting her weight constantly from one knee to another, she was biting her lower lip and looking at the floor, her face was red, she looked cutely shy. Her social awkwardness had grown with her ignorance and constant horniness. She wanted to say something witty to save some face, but her mind was blank, well it wasn’t really blank, it was filled with one thought, one single idea that was growing to overwhelm her senses and brain until she could not think about anything else. That thought ashamed her and for a few seconds she resisted her intense wish to reveal it, until she finally blurted:

“May I come now, Boss?”.

The End.

[Freaksss]

Great story, the progression is very well done.

[Vended]

Yeah, it made for a great read.