Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 06

Oh, ew! The feeling when I realized that the sour old sack had literally used my lips as toilet tissue. In a heartbeat, I turned from obedient to feisty. Jumping to my feet, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and took a defensive stance. The submissive slut was gone, and the wildcat was back. A hundo p! #FierceSociety

"Hehehe! Not so obedient after all." The staunch patriarch chuckled in response. "Looks like you didn't pass the training after all. Too bad for your job prospects, Mrs. DeLuca."

Ohmigawd! He couldn't be serious! This was still part of the training? No way! Nobody had told me! This wasn't fair!

FOH! Our eyes locked until it dawned on me. This was the final exercise, and I hadn't realized it. So stupid! After all, a submissive slut should always be prepared (thanx for the warning Stiff Cliff)!

Holy smokes! I panicked when I realized that it was all my fault. What an epic fail! I knew that I had to make up for it, so I started looking for ways out of this dilemma. The longer I thought, the more desperate I became! There was only one option, and I didn't like it. Not at all! Still, I had to react, but that was easier said than done. #HealthyBoundaries

In the end, it was too hard! It was a step too far and an act too nasty! No matter how much I wanted it, I couldn't bring myself to do it. This ain't it, chief!

What do you say, my legit loyalistas? Do you think I missed a chance here? Should I turn around and beg Mr. von Stein for a third chance? What if he insists on that nasty stuff? Any suggestion helps. XOXO

---How to tame a wildcat on the way to domestic bliss---

#KinkyPerv: Hey sweet slut, how come you say that, what your Boss wants, is NASTY stuff? You shouldn't think that way...it is simply...out of the ordinary! Say to yourself it's something new, something a good and OBEDIENT slut should learn to do! You don't want him to think that you're too Dumb to get your job back, do you? Yes, you are Dumb, but not THAT Dumb!*

*Anonymous: Seriously, you're trying our patience, stupid slut! You're [a] filthy flatchested filly so you better beg n beg hard. You won't get many more opportunities! Didn't you brag about being hellbent and determined? Don't tell us you already forgot! Your brain must be tiny then. Its [sic] prolly so small it must be in your chest.*

Oh my, guys! Thanx for reminding me! I know, I flexed my resolve, turned around, and did the opposite. You're right! I need to stop questioning my decisions all the time. That way, I'll never get ahead, especially when others (like the patriarch) have more knowledge and experience. I guess I need to start listening more than talking. I'm defo not too dumb to listen. And mosdef, my brain's not small, it's just clouded and hazy.

BTW, I'm a feisty feline, not a filthy filly! Get your facts straight, guys! Even Mr. von Stein knows it! After all, he keeps calling me his pussycat (and now, I have the nails to prove it). In fact, the seasoned exec emphasized my temper as a reason for his actions in the bathroom scene.

YMAK, but he didn't let me off the hook that easily. When I hesitated to take the next step, he guided me. To reassure me, he literally took me by the hand and helped me overcome the obstacles in my personal growth. #MentoringMatters

"Why ain't I surprised by your reaction, silly kitty?" The old-ass owner continued unabated. "You really need the rebellious attitude, don't you?"

"Tho, I like the whole slut-with-attitude style! It's quite entertaining." He added with a chuckle.

Oh phew! At least, the staunch patriarch didn't seem angry. Obs, he had expected a few stumbling blocks along the way.

"Everybody knows you want a strict master to teach you a lesson n make you submit." He declared. "So, don't you get confrontational with me now, ditzy titsi!"

Oh yeet! The seasoned exec appeared so wise and experienced. He made me feel like he was holding his protective hand over me. I was safe, no matter how dire the sitch. I was secure, no matter what happened next.

"Seems to me, every time I tamed your little ass n broadened your horizon, you get bored with the status quo." He explained his insights. "It's like you always need a new challenge, so you start fires everywhere."

"Acting out to be tamed again! That's some fiery spirit you got there, pussycat." He warned me, nonetheless. "You're too stubborn to realize it, but you're pushing it."

"You're lucky I like a challenge!" He quickly reassured me. "Domesticating a wildcat never gets old, no matter how many times she needs to be put into place."

"Actually, I'd be disappointed if this feisty feline turned into a cuddly kitten once the taming's completed." He got all poetic.

Holy snap! Mr. von Stein's speech struck me to the core. Actually, it was a keen observation. I've always been temperamental and enjoyed challenging ppl's misconceptions. There was so much truth in his words that it astonished me. Frankly, I hadn't expected such profound insights, so this was impressive! #ChallengeAccepted

Nywy, the truth hurts! But in my case, it made my defensiveness melt away until my arms dropped to my sides. When the old-school owner noticed my change in demeanor, he immediately took advantage. Although he kept sitting on his 'throne', he grabbed the zipper of my hoodie and pulled on it. Without resisting, I followed along, bending over. Inch by inch, my face came closer to his boner while my excitement grew. I felt the thrill of the sitch take hold of me. It confirmed everything the patriarch had said. Even if it was new to me, it had been obs to everyone else. #GoWithTheFlow

JSYK, I didn't think about it, but dropped right to my knees when my lips touched his purple helmet. As a result, I found myself kneeling in front of the toilet bowl in my mom's bathroom. So wild! The whole scene was so nasty! But that only added to the thrill. My excitement was next level!

FWIW, I opened my mouth and let the dirty old man do the work. Thank God, he didn't shove his dick down my throat straightaway. Instead, he stopped when half of his shaft was planted in my mouth. No surprise there! After all, he wanted me to clean his prick, didn't he? For this reason, I dutifully started twirling my tongue around his big stick. #BathBomb

And with that, I got to taste the full flavor. What a dope taste... said no one ever! In truth, it was bitter asl and rancid af! So not yummy! Even though I wasn't throating the boner, the disgusting taste was enough to make me gag. Big yikes! And yet, I bathed his shaft with my spit until all the remnants of urine were gone.

ICYMI, that was the moment when Mr. von Swine began to push my face up and down. Amazingly fast, his thick member began to throb. Shortly after, his stick started to spit. My heart leapt for joy as I had managed to suck my man off in record time. This was lit! But a moment later, my heart dropped, bc I felt the dick juice on my tongue. #EmotionalRollercoaster

Ohmigawd! It wasn't sperm! It was pee! What the heck? The filthy swine squirted a splash of urine into my mouth.

BION, but Mr. von Swine had deceived me! The previous tinkle hadn't been his 'after dribble'. He must have held back one last splash. Even though it wasn't a ton of liquid, it was a healthy dash. And it was enough to stifle any protest, driving me deeper into subspace. And for good reason! This was gross! The moment I tasted the pee, my body jerked fiercely, and my legs kicked savagely. This splash of pee was intense! It was bitter asl and rancid af! My disgust was beyond! #YikesForLikes

No matter what, the sleazy scumbag was prepared. Putting his hand on the back of my head, he held me tight despite my squirming. His prick twitched two more times, releasing two more splashes of pee into my mouth. Oh jeez! The rancid flavor spread out and assaulted my senses. But there was no chance to escape! The filthy swine didn't let go until I had swallowed all the urine. The struggle was real!

Oh my, guys! I had never felt more submissive than the moment the sour old sack released my head. This had been a true lesson! The Dom was in control, anywhere and anytime. No matter how much I rebelled and protested. No matter how many times I threw a tantrum and hissy fit. If I wanted to be a good subslut, I had to hand over the reins and let the Dom make the decisions.

Nvm the revelation, my temper got the better of me. When it flared up, I jumped to my feet and resumed my defensive posture. My striking blue eyes sparkled with anger while my mouth was agape in disgust. Actually, I didn't mean to make a fuss, but old habits die hard, don't they?

What's the line, my fashion fam? The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak, right? It fits a hundo p! This feisty feline is willing, but she's not tamed enough to perform such nasty acts. So how am I supposed to deal with this pervy stuff? XOXO

---How to raise your emotional vibes and clean your home's energy---

*KinkyPerv: Well done sweet slut! You just became a better c**t for your boss! Swallowing a bit of pee wasn't so bad, right? Next time, try asking him (in a humble and docile way) if you could clean his cock. Make it a habit for you: whether it's after he's done pounding your asshole, after he's done peeing, or just after he's done cumming on your face... show him it's important for you to be a good Cleaning Slut!*

Oh wow! You guys think I'm improving my slut skills? That means so much! But it's not easy! Honestly, it's real hard to keep pushing forward, always getting bolder and braver. But I said it b4 and I say it again, us innovators need to break new ground and go places where we may not feel comfortable at first. After all, that's the rule of being inspiring! #iykyk

TBH, Mr. von Stein's reaction mirrored your words. He didn't get angry when he saw me glaring at him. Instead, I saw a hint of pride in his eyes although he mostly looked amused. When the old-ass owner finally got up from the can, he stepped toward me, still grinning. Not missing a beat, he exploited my open-mouthed shock and pushed two fingers between my lips. In fact, he pushed and pushed some more until his digits knocked on my tonsils. With a jerk, he shoved his fingers past my uvula and down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and my gullet began to clamp down on the intruder as it desperately tried to expel it. Since the fingers didn't move, my throat began to spasm around them. #GoodVibrations

OMG! He couldn't do that! This was insane! Filled with indignation, I grabbed his upper arm with both hands and held it tight. I badly wanted to pull the fingers out. I urgently wanted to get rid of the intruder. I desperately wanted to stop the horrible choking. This was ratchet! But I had just learned the importance of relinquishing control, so I couldn't be defiant again so quickly. Besides, I had just thrown a temper tantrum, so I was already on thin ice.

OFC, I didn't move my hands or push back. I simply held the position as if I were using his arm to latch on to something. Meanwhile, my spasming throat made me gag harder than ever. I heaved and retched until my mouth filled with piss-stained spit. Eventually, my mouth brimmed over, and saliva began to sip from the corners of my mouth. This was disgusting! #HookLineAndSinker

TIL, it's actually a trifecta of triggers. Besides, bitchslapping and facespitting, fingergagging is the most effective way to activate my submissiveness. Each one works well on its own. But the triple play is the ultimate weapon! Nothing works faster to make me more docile and compliant. #TripleTrigger

Obs, Mr. von Swine was well-aware of my inner conflict. His bitch-taming skills were on fleek and far superior to the fratboys' douchebro style. Consequently, his dominance left me no choice but to comply. While he kept his fingers down my throat, we stared at each other. His gaze evolved from amusement to conviction and finally superiority. By contrast, my icy scowl devolved from fury to reproach until my piercing gaze broke and became groveling. #Devolve2Evolve

"Tell me, dumb c**t, you wanna cum?" The sour old sack asked me point blank.

Holy moly! I still had the old man's fingers buried down my throat. So, I could barely respond. In fact, my gagging was louder than my talking. No cap! But it didn't matter, bc I had no time for long-winded speeches nywy. Instead, my lust guided my action, making me nod my head fast af.

And I oop! The next sec, I squirmed. Obs, the old-ass owner didn't like my answer, bc it earned me a slap to the face. Dang it!

"What a greedy gash! Why you think you deserve to cum before the men?" He chided me.

OMG! He was right! How could I forget about that? I was such a bad submissive, wasn't I? My feels when I realized my stupidity. The embarrassment was real! My face when I noticed that there's still so much to learn b4 I'm a legit subslut. The shame was next level!

"Please, sirrr! Pleassse!" I started begging asap. "Cum inside me, sir! Use my pussy as your seed bank!"

Holy smokes! Desperation began to burn on my cheeks as my throat spasmed around his fingers. I was ready to say anything and everything. I legit wanted the owner's cum in my vagine and nowhere else.

ICYMI, Dicktator69 had been right. This is special to me (and to every other woman, I'm willing to bet). The pulsing of the dick and the warmth spreading inside is extra. The liquid filling me feels like the man is taking me over, inside and out. As if he's taking possession of my most sacred place and owning it. For this reason, I wanted to reserve it to my Dom and no one else. Bet!

"What you say, silly kitty? I can't hear you!" Mr. von Swine played the boomer card again. "Thou shalt not mumble!"

Oh jeez! What a jab! The irony wasn't lost on me. OFC, I was hard to understand, but it was the old man's fault! In fact, the fingers made me sound even dumber than I felt. Ugh!

"Please, sir! Inseminate your stupid slut!" I started screaming without restraints. "Plant your seed deep in my womb! Breed your b!tch!"

Oh wow! Suddenly, it was so easy to say these dirty words. They just bubbled out of me, completely uninhibited. But they were barely audible and hardly comprehensible, bc the filthy swine pushed his fingers even deeper down my throat. In the end, it was just a silly mumble. So mean!

"Still can't understand a word." The sleazy scumbag didn't let me off the hook. "Too bad! There's no way around it then, ditzy titzi!"

"It's you're asshole again." The old codger decided. "It's a proper assfucking or nothing at all."

OMFG! No! This was the opposite of what I wanted. My anus was sore and stretched from the training session. My pussy, on the other hand, was wet and waiting. He was making the wrong decision here!

NGL, I wanted to keep begging for the owner's cum in my coochie. But I knew it was futile. Most importantly, it didn't matter! He was the Dom, so it was his decision. I, on the other hand, was the sub, so I had to comply, no matter what. That's why I ended up nodding in the affirmative.

Obs, my answer was to the patriarch's liking, bc he responded real quick. Keeping his fingers in my mouth, he used them like a hook to pull me down. Soon, I found myself kneeling on the tiles of my mom's bathroom. Pushing me onto all fours, the old codger stepped behind me. After the training session, my sphincter was swollen and effectively done for the day. Accordingly, I was low-key scared of the pain, but the positives of pleasing my man far overweighed the negatives. #DingedUp

OFC, the sight of my worn-out gapehole didn't stop the sour old sack and I would expect nothing less from an alpha male! Without hesitation, he placed the tip of his stick between my buns and thrust down hard. I responded with a guttural groan that became a long grunt as I felt my rearhole react. Butt sex is always intense, but this was extra! My puckerhole was so sensitive that every stroke felt twice as vigorous. The intensity was off the charts!

TBH, the fact that I was freely offering my battered butthole made me feel so submissive. For the first time ever, I truly felt like a good subslut and I was hella proud of it! After chasing it for so long, I finally found fulfillment. This revelation gave me a new thrill and soon the soreness was forgotten. Every fiber in my body vibrated like a tuning fork. Believe me, guys, at that moment I was real happy and deeply satisfied. No kidding! #RelentlessRooting

And then my grunts got stuck in my throat. There was a knock at the bathroom door! We were about to be disturbed! We were about to get caught and exposed! So unreal! After all the action in the bedroom, this couldn't be happening now!

Holy moly! It was my mom! With everything that was going on, I had completely forgotten about her. All this time, she had been waiting in the living room. Now, she had finally become sus. No wonder! #ShookAF

"Excuse me, Mr. von Stein! I don't mean to intrude but have you seen my daughter?" My mom called through the door. "I haven't seen her around and she hasn't answered my calls."

"You know these kids nowadays. They never give a word when they leave or where they go." She adopted the same sour tone as the patriarch. "I always wonder where all her manners have gone."

Ohmigawd! My mother too? I had never heard her ranting like that. This was absurd! Mr. von Swine must have gotten her hooked on this topic. So ridiculous!

"Don't blame yourself, Mrs. DeLuca. I feel the same way about my daughter. She has no manners either." The company owner responded through the closed door. "I guess we weren't strict enough. Now, we see what you get from that."

Ohmigosh! The sleazy scumbag emphasized the lack of strictness by landing two sharp blows on my butt that made my booty tremble. Fortunately for me, the slapping sound was drowned out by his voice. Still, I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming. This wasn't OK! But it only got worse from there. The two old-timers started exchanging complaints about 'generation whine'. Can you believable it, guys! They were chatting through the closed door while the dirty old man pounded my anus. #AbsurdityOfTheDay

FFS! My body reacted with an uncontrolled twitch. Along with it, I let out another groan that was actually blending a huff of disbelief and a moan of pleasure into a guttural sound. In response, the filthy swine landed two more smacks on my butt to shut me up. This time, though, there was no voice to drown out the slapping sounds. #Priorities

"Everything OK, Mr. von Stein?" My mom asked when she heard the unusual noise.

Oh shoot! My mother had almost recognized me! She would never condone this kinda misconduct. She might even kick me out of the house. Oh gawd! I didn't even want to think about that prospect, not even for a sec. #Consequences

Soz to say, but I was too far gone. I couldn't prevent it any longer. As the old codger kept pounding my butthole, I moaned along, and the volume increased until my mom became highly sus. Oh jeez! I was too entrenched in my submission and too occupied with my pleasure. There was no way for me to stop!

Thank God! Mr. von Swine kept looking out for me. Like a real Dom, he took care of his subslut and got the situation under control. He didn't even need to stop drilling my anus for that. Instead, he found a clever countermeasure. Grabbing my jet-black hair, he pulled me up and quickly moved me around. #VonderGrip

At this point, resisting didn't even occur to me. Instead, I whined in disappointment when the hard dick slipped out of my gaping butthole. But not for long! In one move, the patriarch split my meaty mound and impaled my plump pussy. Only when his balls bumped against my clit, my eyes snapped open.

And at that moment, I noticed my new surroundings. I had been too busy dealing with my feelings, so I hadn't processed what was going on. Even though I was still on all fours kneeling on my mom's bathroom tiles, my position had changed. My head was stuck in the toilet bowl with my face hovering inches above the water. This couldn't be real! #BlackOut