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"That's right bitch make me cum" I typed on my computer keyboard.
"Oh Master this one loves the feel of your hard cock blasting its life giving juice in this whores slutty face."
I smile as my avatar starts to spew virtual cum onto my collared submissive. She was my favorite. I had collared her almost two years ago.
I leaned back and smiled. "I have to leave now pet. You may go dancing, but wear my cum proudly" I will be back tonight. "May you continue to deserve your collar my beloved little pet." I type my usual sign off, and log out.
I sigh shower dress bus ride. Two unpaid hours of my life just to get ready for work...at a job that sucked.
As I went through my routine, I looked back on my life. I had planed to be a cop like every other male in my family. Then 9/11 happened. I joined the Navy, and became a Master at Arms. I loved the job, and my police recruiter promised me a job when I was discharged. Then I took an arrow to the knee. Literally.
Some dumb ass seaman got hold of a crossbow, and started robbing sailors in the street. I responded to an unknown trouble call, and getting out of my car I took one right through my left knee. Navy kept me until my EAOS, on a desk job, and gave me 0 disability.
But the wound was enough to medically disqualify me from being a cop. I tried to go back in the Navy but the wound which didn't qualify me for disability, did disqualify me from active service.
I took a job as a security guard applying for waivers from the police and Navy. Anything to get out of this dead end job. I was assigned to this condo complex in the heart of downtown Orlando. Within months I was in charge of the security team there.
I arrived at work, and relived the third shift supervisor. Minutes after I arrived the rest of my morning team came in. I sat at the computer station to review the past shifts logs and caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror
http://www.criminaljusticeinformation.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/security-guard.jpg
Not bad I thought, as I answered the phone. "Security, Sergeant Murphy."
"Those fuckin' spics in maintenance are looking in my windows again. Do something or I'll have your ass." I grimaced as the caller slammed the phone down.
"Rich Bitch?" Asked the parking lot rover who was checking in after his round.
I noded, and debated calling the building rover, but Kew I would end up dealing with her anyway. I stood up making sure my uniform was perfect, and went to her penthouse.
When the elevator doors opened,
she was waiting for me. "Last week my kitchen this week my office. Are you going to report them or do I need to call your employer."
"Ma'am, I told you last week, the maintenance staff is replacing all outdoor light fixtures around the pool deck. Some of those are on the walls of your penthouse. They are not spying on you, their doing their job."
She grabs my arm and pulls me into her office. She points to Mario standing on a ladder. "Ma'am that brown thing in his hand is the old light. The new light is in the white box on the ladder. Now is there anything else I can do..." my voice trails off as I see a framed photo on her desk of my avatar from the interverse.
The picture clearly showed my avatar fucking some chick whose name I forgot, and my pets avatar being gangbanged by four of my friends. It was a virtual batchelor party for an online friend, and my pet was the entertainment. I remembered taking that screenshot, and emailing that exact picture to my online sub, ordering her to display it by her computer.
My mind was racing, it couldn't be...could it. I know she lived in Orlando, and was a lawyer... but her? My dick grew hard, as I thought about the possibilities. She was glaring at me waiting for me to do something, so I did.
I stepped close to her, and slapped her in the face. She drew in a breath and I whispered "May you continue to deserve your collar my beloved little pet."
She froze at the now familiar phrase. "Yes my pet, I am Sir Sailé on the interverse, and you are my collared slave who uses the name owned slut. Using racial epithets is not the way to be worthy of my collar. Especially when using 'spic' for an Italian."
She stands there frozen. I will be back later. Be here or your online activities will become public." I turn on my heel and leave before she can say anything to me.
When I get back to the security desk, the field supervisor is waiting. "How'd it go Rick?"
"I think Ms. Raquel Peidmont will be a lot easier to handle going forward". I told him. Smiling at my plans for our future.
"Oh Master this one loves the feel of your hard cock blasting its life giving juice in this whores slutty face."
I smile as my avatar starts to spew virtual cum onto my collared submissive. She was my favorite. I had collared her almost two years ago.
I leaned back and smiled. "I have to leave now pet. You may go dancing, but wear my cum proudly" I will be back tonight. "May you continue to deserve your collar my beloved little pet." I type my usual sign off, and log out.
I sigh shower dress bus ride. Two unpaid hours of my life just to get ready for work...at a job that sucked.
As I went through my routine, I looked back on my life. I had planed to be a cop like every other male in my family. Then 9/11 happened. I joined the Navy, and became a Master at Arms. I loved the job, and my police recruiter promised me a job when I was discharged. Then I took an arrow to the knee. Literally.
Some dumb ass seaman got hold of a crossbow, and started robbing sailors in the street. I responded to an unknown trouble call, and getting out of my car I took one right through my left knee. Navy kept me until my EAOS, on a desk job, and gave me 0 disability.
But the wound was enough to medically disqualify me from being a cop. I tried to go back in the Navy but the wound which didn't qualify me for disability, did disqualify me from active service.
I took a job as a security guard applying for waivers from the police and Navy. Anything to get out of this dead end job. I was assigned to this condo complex in the heart of downtown Orlando. Within months I was in charge of the security team there.
I arrived at work, and relived the third shift supervisor. Minutes after I arrived the rest of my morning team came in. I sat at the computer station to review the past shifts logs and caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror
http://www.criminaljusticeinformation.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/security-guard.jpg
Not bad I thought, as I answered the phone. "Security, Sergeant Murphy."
"Those fuckin' spics in maintenance are looking in my windows again. Do something or I'll have your ass." I grimaced as the caller slammed the phone down.
"Rich Bitch?" Asked the parking lot rover who was checking in after his round.
I noded, and debated calling the building rover, but Kew I would end up dealing with her anyway. I stood up making sure my uniform was perfect, and went to her penthouse.
When the elevator doors opened,
she was waiting for me. "Last week my kitchen this week my office. Are you going to report them or do I need to call your employer."
"Ma'am, I told you last week, the maintenance staff is replacing all outdoor light fixtures around the pool deck. Some of those are on the walls of your penthouse. They are not spying on you, their doing their job."
She grabs my arm and pulls me into her office. She points to Mario standing on a ladder. "Ma'am that brown thing in his hand is the old light. The new light is in the white box on the ladder. Now is there anything else I can do..." my voice trails off as I see a framed photo on her desk of my avatar from the interverse.
The picture clearly showed my avatar fucking some chick whose name I forgot, and my pets avatar being gangbanged by four of my friends. It was a virtual batchelor party for an online friend, and my pet was the entertainment. I remembered taking that screenshot, and emailing that exact picture to my online sub, ordering her to display it by her computer.
My mind was racing, it couldn't be...could it. I know she lived in Orlando, and was a lawyer... but her? My dick grew hard, as I thought about the possibilities. She was glaring at me waiting for me to do something, so I did.
I stepped close to her, and slapped her in the face. She drew in a breath and I whispered "May you continue to deserve your collar my beloved little pet."
She froze at the now familiar phrase. "Yes my pet, I am Sir Sailé on the interverse, and you are my collared slave who uses the name owned slut. Using racial epithets is not the way to be worthy of my collar. Especially when using 'spic' for an Italian."
She stands there frozen. I will be back later. Be here or your online activities will become public." I turn on my heel and leave before she can say anything to me.
When I get back to the security desk, the field supervisor is waiting. "How'd it go Rick?"
"I think Ms. Raquel Peidmont will be a lot easier to handle going forward". I told him. Smiling at my plans for our future.