The Life of Riley
By Susan Riley
Former Area Manager
Part Three: The Induction Training Session:
I have already told you how I went overnight from a highly-paid
executive to a lowly "domestic slut." Now I will describe the laughably-named
"induction session," which is supposed to train us for our new subservient roles
in life and especially the workplace.
John Higgins, the MD, began by sitting down at the head of a long table,
surrounded by other men, some his own age or older, many much younger. The women
waited expectantly to be given their new orders.
I already knew that I was now a slave to Higgins for the rest of my
life. I knew that he had referred to me as his new "domestic slut," which I
presumed meant that I'd be living with him under the same roof as his wife. I
had no idea what the ground rules for that sort of relationship were, but I had
even less idea what was going to happen in the company. However, I was soon to
find out.
The stupidest female member of staff, Melanie Cox, came into the room
when Higgins pressed the buzzer on his desk. Melanie was what men would have
called a "fat slag." She was also extremely stupid. At eighteen years old, she
was the office junior, and possibly the least respected member of the entire
workforce.
"Morning, sir," she breezed in brightly, a huge gormless smile all over
her fat face. "How can this stupid fucking cunt try to serve you?" "What is your
name, girl?" "My name is Cox, sir." "And what do you do?" "I'm not fucking sure
yet, sir."
Higgins nodded his approval while the rest of us groaned silently. Then
he ignored her and addressed his next remarks to the other women present.
"You have just witnessed a demonstration of how to introduce yourself to
your boss or to any new male employee or customer of the company. And, although
it is true that Cox is a stupid fucking cunt, the reason she doesn't know her
new job yet is because I haven't told her yet. So, it's not all down to her
stupidity." "Thank you, sir," Melanie beamed. "That's the nicest thing anyone's
ever said to me." "Shut the fuck up, Cox," Higgins cut her off before she
disappeared entirely up his arse. "When I want to hear what you have to say,
I'll tell you. Now then, Cox here has been briefed on certain aspects of the new
regime here, and she will now demonstrate them for you. To begin with, the
greeting position when entering a man's office."
Melanie proceeded to leave the room and then returned after knocking on
the door. Higgins responded with a gruff "Yes, cunt?" before she came in. She
entered the room on her hands and knees, approaching his desk and waiting for
the signal to rise.
"Get up, cunt," he ordered. "Present yourself in the greeting position."
"Yes, sir. At once, sir."
Then she got up from her knees, lifted her skirt up to her shoulders,
and presented him with a great view of her arse and cunt. Higgins got up from
his desk and proceeded to feel her up in front of us all. When he'd mercifully
finished he pushed her down on the floor again and dragged her over to his desk
by her hair. Putting her across his desk, he spanked her fat arse. Hard. Again
and again.
"One," said Melanie. "Thank you, sir. Two. Thank you, sir."
And so it went on till he had spanked her on the arse no less than
twenty-five times.
Awed at the performance we had just witnessed, we waited in horrified
disbelief for the next atrocity. First of all, Melanie made a pretty speech,
like this:
"Thank you for spanking my arse, sir. Please spank me harder next time.
I really deserve to have my fat arse spanked and I fucking love it anyway!"
Then Higgins made her kiss the hands he had just used to spank her arse.
She kissed and licked them enthusiastically. I was getting a bad feeling about
what her new position in the company might be.
He then unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing and fondled her huge
42-inch tits. She smiled throughout as we were forced to watch this disgusting
performance. Then he turned to the girl again.
"OK, Cox, now it's time for you to demonstrate the new dress code for
all female workers. Get changed and show them." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
She'd always tended to wear skimpy outfits to work, but what she
presented us with now was hooker-style fashion. Shoes with a six-inch heel,
fishnets, a skirt that was so short it barely covered her cunt, and no knickers
underneath it. The wretched outfit was further set off by a see-through blouse
with no bra underneath either.
"This," Higgins told us, "is the new regulation dress for all women
workers at this company. Any questions?" "No, sir," we all answered in unison,
though our hearts sank at the thought of coming to work and working in that
outfit.
"Now, then, it's time to give you cunts your new jobs. Read the employee
manual for a description of your duties. Go and report to the Office Manager.
He'll tell you cunts what to do. All of you fuck off now except Riley and Cox."
"Thank you, sir," the women said in unison, as they made their way out of the
office to start their new future.
When they'd gone Higgins turned to Melanie and me and smiled. He was
obviously very pleased with his morning's work so far. We stood there waiting
for him to speak next.
"Well done, Cox, that was an excellent demonstration." "Thank you, sir.
I'm glad I was able to be of some use to you for once." "I know that the manual
only came out late last night, but I will go over it in a bit more detail with
you two. Basically I'll train you up on the job as well. First things first,
though. We are splitting up the existing Human Resources Department into two.
One will deal with our male staff and will continue to be known as Human
Resources. The other will deal with our cunts and will be known as Female
Resources. Obviously, as women aren't human, they can't be in HR, so we've had
to create a new department to deal with them. Riley, I'm putting you in charge
of that."
"Thank you, sir," I answered, genuinely surprised. "I shall try to carry
out my duties without making too many mistakes through my natural feminine
stupidity."
Christ, I was getting almost as good at arse-licking as Melanie. I
wondered what plum she was going to land.
"As for you, Cox, you will be my new PA. However, you will also double
up as Deputy Office Manager, which means that you will be in charge of all the
fems who work for us and have absolute authority over them all except where the
manual states otherwise or a male member of staff has given other orders. You
were on a salary of thirteen thousand a year before today. I have decided to
raise it to seventeen thousand." "Thank you, sir. That's very generous of you,
sir." "As for you, Riley, you were on eighty thousand a year, which was far too
much for a stupid fucking cunt like you, wasn't it?" "Absolutely, sir," I
hastily agreed. "However," he grinned, "since as my domestic slut, all the money
you get paid comes to me anyway, I'll pay you twenty-two thousand."
I was genuinely amazed at that. Even though I knew that all the money
would go into the old pervert's own pocket, I was still surprised. Still, it
wasn't his money, was it? At least it looked as if I was going to be the highest
paid woman in the company. Even if I wouldn't ever see a penny of it. I suppose
the idea that I was the best paid was somehow appealing. God knew, I was going
to find it hard to draw much in the way of comfort from my new life as a
domestic slut. And I still had to find out what that involved. I was sure of one
thing, though. It wasn't going to be nearly as much fun for me as it was for
him. Oh well.
