Chapter 1

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Slavery, Fiction, BDSM, MaleDom, Rough, Torture, Oral Sex, Violent, Workplace, Nudism, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Did you know that a quick fuck in the morning can increase productivity more efficiently than a cup of coffee? Did you know that sex can work wonders with business negotiations? For a thriving corporation, you need an elevator whore.

The Slave:

The morning fuck:

I am down on my knees in the elevator of a fifty storey building. I don't get up. You never get up unless you're told to. My arms have been tied behind my back. They tell me that they don't trust my hands. They think that I will finger myself if they don't tie me. I know that this is not the real reason. Their clients like to see me tied. It turns them on. So they keep me tied. I don't have any clothes on because they tell me that I'm not worth the money they put into clothes. All my holes are plugged. Except my mouth. They need my mouth to fuck their clients. My other holes are not needed. They tell me that they need to plug me to keep my holes fresh.

The elevator stops and the first client comes into the elevator. He swipes his card and it tells the elevator not to stop for anybody. No one else can enter this elevator from any floor until after he is finished with me. My elevator is one of three service elevators in the building. If you don't need our services, you use the other six elevators. Sometimes someone will use the service elevators because they don't want to wait for the other elevators and they think that the service elevator will take them to their floor faster. Usually people stay away from our elevators because even if you didn't use us, people will assume that you did when you come out on your floor.

The elevator door closes and I wait for him. I keep my head down. You never look up at the client unless he orders you to. The client lifts my chin. I wait for him to say something. I don't say anything because I'm not allowed to say anything. You don't speak unless the client asks you a direct question.

"I want an orgasm from you, okay?" He's telling me what he wants from this session. "Do you think that you can do that?"

"Yes."

"Say it with conviction." He squeezes my neck. He puts enough pressure there to make me uncomfortable but not enough pressure to make me unconscious.

"Yes ... I can."

He lets go of my neck. Then he kicks me in the gut. I gasp as I watch him unzip his pants. He grabs my hair and pushes my head toward his cock. I keep my mouth open as he fucks me deep in the throat.

"Make me hard." He commands.

He wants me to tighten my throat. He pushes my head all the way down and holds me there. I start to choke. I make retched gagging noises.

"Don't you dare gag." He demands. "You take it, you fucking whore."

Now he starts moving again. He takes his cock out. Repositions himself and sticks it back in. He digs into me and he starts to move faster. I gag again. He keeps moving and I can taste his cum in the back of my throat. I can smell it through the back of my nose. I get nauseous. I start coughing when he pulls his cock out.

"Swallow it, you fucking cunt." He lifts my head back so that I'm looking at him.

I swallow hard.

"Look at the mess you made." He points to himself. "I've got a very important meeting with a client in half an hour. If you don't clean it up properly, I swear to God, you'll wish you were never born."

He holds his wet cock in front of my face and I lean forward. I catch his cock with my mouth and I suck him. It's hard to suck without my hands. I can position the cock better with my hands. I keep sucking. Then I move my head back so that I can drop the cock and start licking him.

"Who said you could stop sucking?" He demands.

I lean forward again to catch his cock. I keep sucking him until he tells me to stop.

Anger management:

Often times the clients use the service elevators when they need a quick fuck. That's what most people assume happens in the service elevators. That's not always the case though. Sometimes when the elevator doors open, the client doesn't want a fuck. You can tell when they're not in the mood to fuck by the way they move.

A client who wants a fuck, walks in slowly. He is calm and collected. When he lifts your head, he smiles at you because he's thinking about you pleasing him. He is playing out the fuck in his mind. When the elevator door opens and he runs into the space, that's not a good sign. When he's that eager to use you, it usually means that he doesn't want a fuck from you. At this point, he will swipe his card and he doesn't wait for the elevator door close, before lifting your chin. When you meet his eyes, you find that he's not smiling at all. He is red faced and practically fuming. At this point, you pray that maybe you can convince him to fuck you instead.

"Please fuck me."

I usually plead with this line because I can't tell him not to bash me. But once he decides that he doesn't want to fuck me, I can't stop him from doing what he wants. He drops my chin and then he kicks me in the gut, before pushing me onto the floor of the elevator with his hands. He starts swearing as he kicks me hard.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" He asks me as he kicks my breasts.

""Ah!"

You can scream and yelp but you can't say "stop" or "don't". I usually exaggerate. I scream louder than I need to so that eventually my screams become too annoying and they stop kicking me. This doesn't always work though because sometimes they are so angry that hearing loud screams just makes them more angry and they kick me harder. When this happens, you try the silent option. You don't scream and you don't respond. You just lie there and hope that he will eventually get tired of beating you up and stop.

"He thinks that he can get the director's chair from me. He's been here just three years and he thinks that he can take that away from me. I've been with this company for eleven years now. That chair is mine!"

They will rant at you because they know that you will never tell anyone what you heard from them. They can vent in here because they know that the security camera is not working. When the service elevators are in service, the cameras are switched off for the privacy of the client.

There's basically only three main reasons why they want to bash the hell out of you. One: They are fighting with a colleague. Two: Their client negotiations have gone badly. Or three: They are having spousal problems at home.

When they are that angry, they are usually not aiming their kicks. As long as they hit flesh, they're not bothered what organs they bruise or what part of you they are actually hitting. Sometimes when they tire of kicking, they change to stomping. This usually involves stomping your side or your back. They dig the base of their shoes into your flesh. Sometimes, they even leave footprints there on your skin.

The main thing for the elevator whore is that you can't pass out here. No one wants to fuck an unconscious whore. If you're not conscious, they send the elevator down to the car park and your handlers collect you from there. You can expect no sleep overnight and plenty of what they call electrotherapy. They will shock your breasts and your genitals repeatedly for hours on end.

Back in the present, the client is kicking me so hard that I start to cough up blood. This makes him stop. He stands back and he actually looks shocked. He must not have used us for anger management before because the clients who have usually don't stop when they see blood.

I'm lucky this time.

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