“Oh, My Father Isn’t Here Today. He’s Left Me In Charge…..so Come With Me. I Want To Discuss

POV: You are friendzoned by your crush, reduced to be her minion. Good enough to run her errands, shop groceries, clean her flat or holding her towel. But never enough to date her, be involved with her romantically.

She uses the word bitch, or more recently 'cuck bitch' - I hate those words. It ridicules my efforts towards making her life more perfect. But she insisted on it even when I tried to protest. Nowadays a nametag reading 'cuck bitch' is dangling on top of my chastity cage, to "make sure you understand your place".

That stupid chastity cage. She sweet-talked me into it, saying it would strengthen our bond. All it did was enabling her to become more mean and bossy with me. I dont even know how to open this damn thing, there is no lock and its so sturdy. She said it works with an app but I never seen her using it. I started losing my mind after about a month, but now after it has been nearly 4, I can't think straight anymore.

Yesterday I paid her boyfriends rent. They had me on my knees and mocked me while I hit the send button. I didn't care, Miss promised me to "really really super duper thinking about unlocking me" if I pay her boyfriend.

All they did was laugh about me that night as I eagerly waited for her to unlock me eventually. But she never did and just send me away. She never even mentioned it again. Maybe I should ask her, but I am afraid to annoy her. I mean, I think its okay to ask… I paid hundreds and hundreds of $ to her boyfriend, I can at least ask if…

"Bitch, water." "Yes Miss, right away Miss. Thank you Miss."

need him on his knees with my strap in his mouth, big hands clutching my thighs for support, looking up at me with teary eyes as he gags

whiny around the plastic in his mouth, i can't tell if he's begging for me to slow down or fuck him harder... but it doesn't really matter what he wants right now

yeah, you can sign me up

Sweetie, we talked about this. You're not the boss anymore. You don't give orders, remember? You're my assistant now, not the other way around. To be honest, you're not really even that. You're more like the office mascot, so I don't want to hear about you raising your voice at the staff again, okay?

Don't pout, little boy! You should be grateful you've even got a job at all. Most men attend adult daycare or discipline school during the day, but I thought it would be fun to watch you running little errands for me in your adorable sailor suit and your diapers. Speaking of which... I can smell pee. Have you wet yourself again already? I swear the intern just changed you! Pants down, baby. Let's check the damage.

Oh wow. Yep, you did a big tinkle in these, honey. They're soaked! Still, nobody can spare the time to change you now, not so soon after your last visit to the baby changing station. I think we'll wait until you do a poopy before taking you again. In the meantime, get that soggy butt over to the coffee machine and make me a cappuccino. Oh, and try to remember sweetie, at work you're supposed to reply with "yes Ma'am". I'm only "Mommy" once we get home!