When he reached there, he found out just what his new job was.He was a secretary."You gotta be kidding me..." Brad, muttered. "I don't wanna be no slu... of a secretary." Brad gritted his teeth as he got out and entered the building. He was lead to his desk by another secretary. He was the lowest secretary there, he discovered."Ms. Roulette!" An angry man well-groomed and in his 30's irately addressed Brad as he walked up to him. "You're 30 minutes late!"Brad didn't respond."What do you have to. If what Ifixed was not to her liking, I would once more be spanked. Afterthe meal she would again command me to kneel at her feet whileshe watched television or read. Only at the end of each evening did the ritual vary. Somenights, perhaps half the time, she would hike up her dress,spread her legs and roughly pull my head into her crotch. "Makeme come," she would say, pushing my face deep into her. On otherevenings, she would order me to lie flat on my back. "Raise yourskirt, slut. Masturbate. Take, for instance, getting ready for work. Once upon atime (oh, those magical words inform you just how far he and I havetraveled, even though he hadn't yet noticed), I'd pull up my side ofthe bed and he his. Now? I'd casually flick a finger at the bed andmerely utter, "Bed." He'd make it.I never had to shout or holler. I occasionally used a stern voice, butthat was --- from my perspective of course --- just for show. I haddecided to put little effort into his enjoyment of our new life.. ....i lay there and could only watch as he knelt down on a right angle to me at the side of the bed and warl rubbing himself looked for the fullest filled condom on the floor "there we go!" he said picking up the smelly rubber of the teddy bear desiged carpet, he opened 1 of the draws on the desk with the bloody sex aids and pulled out a crude stainless steel device that looked like a unwashed medical tool. he whispered gentley in my ear as i cryed like a sissy "this is a mouth clamp baby,.