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Under Her Thumb

... reason why you must procure to be a clean toilet is because Ms. Saunders does not like toilet paper and you will be asked to clean her. I can assure you she will use your tie or the sleeve of your shirt to wipe herself if your mouth is not tidy. If she urinates, you will lick her dry. If she defecates, you will lick her ass until it is clean. If she does both, she will always urinate first and then defecate, so make sure you dry her before you receive her defecation. Don’t ever touch her pussy with shit on your mouth or tongue. Should she not give you time to dry her pussy before defecation, or should she defecate before she urinates, use your handkerchief instead to wipe her pussy. She will not give you time to go rinse as I just did.’ ‘Yes, Ms. Pennington.’ ‘Now clean me up. I am tired and want to go home.’ She lifts up her skirt and dive under it to lick her cunt dry. She bends a bit at the knees and pushes her pelvis forward to make access easier. When I’m done, she turns around and bends over. The inside of her ass is smeared with thick streaks of yellow shit and I feel like I’m getting a second helping. When she is finally clean, she turns around again and hands me her flowered briefs. She leans on my shoulders with both hands while I help her step into them and pull them all the way up. Then she instructs me to lick the floor clean as well while she gets her coat and her handbag. We’re the last to leave the office. My first fuck-up The next morning I come in at seven ...

... and go through the project file. It is expertly put together. Someone has been doing a great job with this. I wonder who. At five minutes to eight, I go to the cafeteria to prepare Ms. Saunders’ coffee. At eight sharp, I follow Ms. Saunders into her office with the coffee, the condensed milk and the donuts I bought on the way to work on a tray. I am nervous to the point of trembling. I can’t shake the feeling something is amiss. ‘Peterson. What the hell is this?’ ‘Uhm, your coffee, Ms. Saunders. With condensed milk by the side, the way you like it. And your donuts.’ Ms. Saunders presses the speak button on the intercom. ‘Ms. Pennington, could you step in for a minute, please?’ Ms. Pennington comes in and stands behind me. I turn to her, but she doesn’t acknowledge my presence. She is wearing a grey suit today, with straight trousers and wide lapels on the jacket. ‘Ms. Pennington, did you commence Mr. Peterson’s training yesterday as I instructed you?’ ‘Yes, Ms. Saunders. We covered all the items you listed.’ ‘Did you instruct Mr. Peterson on my morning coffee?’ ‘Yes, Ms. Saunders. We went over that extensively.’ Ms. Saunders pushes the tray under Ms. Pennington’s nose so hard she recoils and almost stumbles. ‘Then where the fuck are my newspapers?!’ The newspapers! I forgot to stop by the mail room on my way up. I knew something was missing. Ms. Pennington is perplexed. She looks at the tray in her face, then at me. ‘I… I told him. I was very clear on that point.’ ‘Did you not ...