Chapter 1

Sarah gets hired as a trainee and agrees to be disciplined

Sarah was at her wits end. She couldn't figure it out; she had an MBA from a good school. She'd gone straight to grad school from college, figuring that the recession would be over by the time she got out or at least, that her MBA would get her a good job pretty fast. Boy, did she figure wrong. Only a few recruiters had showed up at school prior to graduation and they were only there because their companies always sent them, no matter whether they were hiring or not.

At this time she'd been out of job for two months now and her meager savings were gone. To top it off, her student loans were coming due. Even with all the scholarships she'd gotten, she owed almost $50,000.

The job she'd had two months ago had only lasted a week. That was a miserable job, waitressing at a bar but it had been the only place that had even called her back after 5 months of looking. She had swallowed her pride when she applied for the job. The "uniform" she was expected to wear would have made a Hooters girl blush. But she put it on and smiled for the customers. She put up with the inevitable hands brushing her bottom. She even let the lecherous manager fondle her 36DDs once through her skimpy tee shirt. But when he demanded she give him a blowjob in his office, she stormed out crying. He yelled after her "No matter, the next one will know her place!"

When she got back to her miserable apartment, all one room of it with a hot plate, she'd flung herself down on her bed and cried some more. She wasn't sure if she was crying from humiliation, hopelessness, or from the fact that, for a minute, she had actually considered giving in to his demands.

Now, two months later, she wished she had given in to him. At least she'd have something to eat, disgusting as the idea of eating cum was. She'd given a couple of blowjobs in college but never swallowed.

She didn't have any relatives she could ask for help. Her mother was long dead and her father was a hopeless drunk who just pawed at her every time she came close.

Just then her cell phone rang. She leaped to answer it. "Hello, this is Sarah Porter"

"Ms Porter," a deep male voice said" you applied for a trainee position with my firm a few weeks back and I was calling to see if you were still available."

"Yes" she practically shouted into the phone, "I am still available."

"I'd like to interview you tomorrow morning at 9. The address is 95 Potter St."

"I can be there and thank you for the opportunity to show you my qualifications."

"Hehe" he laughed "I think I know your qualifications. I just need to see if you are trainable."

"Oh, I am sir, I am"

With that, the phone went dead.

Sarah immediately went over her meager wardrobe. Not much was left. She'd pawned everything she could and what was left was rather threadbare. But she pulled together her "interview" outfit. She had worn it out the first couple of months pounding the pavement after graduation but hadn't worn it in months.

The next morning Sarah arose at 6 am. She knew she had a couple of hours of riding the bus to get to the interview and didn't want to be late. After a quick shower in the communal bathroom, she ate her last pieces of bread and bologna before setting off.

She arrived at the address she'd been given just before nine. There was no company name on the door, so she rang the doorbell and waited. There was a "click" as the electronic lock was released. She stepped into a very posh anteroom but no one was in sight. She heard someone speaking in another room so she peered in. She spotted a man who looked to be in his mid 30s speaking on the phone. While he didn't appear to notice her, he waved his hand, pointing to a chair in front of his desk. He continued his conversation for 15 minutes before pushing the mute button. "Get me a cup of coffee, black, no sugar" pointing to a carafe sitting on sideboard. She jumped up and got his coffee, setting it quietly beside him before sitting back down. He continued his conversation for another 20 minutes before hanging up. Then he looked at her and said "Stand up and come over beside me. I want to take a look at you."

Feeling a little uncomfortable, Sarah stood up and moved toward him. When she was about 3 feet away he said "Stop, now turn around slowly until you're facing me." Now, feeling even more uncomfortable, Sarah turned slowly, feeling his eyes on her. She felt more like a side of beef in a window than a professional looking for a job. But she was desperate and obeyed him.

He almost smirked when he saw her turn. Instead he smiled inwardly and thought to himself "She looks even better in person. Definitely nice udders. Yes, she'd do. Let the game begin."

"Very good. I like the way you obey. You have the potential to be a good trainee. Now return to your seat." Sarah, feeling relieved she'd passed the first test, sat back down. "I have had a few trainees over the past few years and the successful ones know that unquestioning obedience is the key keeping me happy. They are all out standing in a field now. I hope you are successful."

While puzzled by the wording of his statement, Sarah replied "Sir, I know I can be successful. I will do anything to keep you happy."

"Good. Now my name is "John Stone. You will address me as 'Sir' or 'Mister Stone'" Is that clear?"