Her Place: Conclusion

Stan pulled her forward, pushing her down a little as Linda adjusted herself, on her knees, looking up at Stan.

Her man.

Her Master.

And on her knees was Her Place.

She stared at his cock. It was thick, the heavy balls swaying, full of his semen. Linda licked her lips, a tiny whimper sounding in her throat.

She’d never done this before, not like this. She’d never actually sucked a man off becuse she was too arrogant and just silly…

But now…

Stan pulled her forward and she kissed his cock, the skin hot on her lips and tongue. The precum was…

She moaned, and then ran her tongue over his cockhead, the sensation incredible. Linda kissed it and opened her mouth, taking the thick shaft into her mouth, her lips and tongue massaging hit, even as she arched her back, and cupped her tits to encompass the thick shaft within her arm flesh, trickles of her saliva lubricating the masses of flesh, letting his thick shaft slide between them.

Linda kept bobbing her head, Stan’s hand tangled in her hair, gripping her negligently, like a master controlling a favored….

Girl…

She shuddered at that thought. Did he even care what her name was? Did she care? After all it was her place to serve her man. To make him decide she was good enough to cook and clean and fuck and suck…

Linda kept working at it, suppressing her gag reflex as she took his cock deeper with every bobbing motion of her head.

“Good,” Stan’s voice was a growl. “You’re a fucking good slut. I never thought about it, not until now. But I think you can use some discipline.” He pulled Linda closer, his cock filling her throat to punctuate his words. “But I think you can be a good girl if you work really hard at it. After all, you know your place now, don’t you.”

Moan… Linda kept her tits firmly wrapped around Stan’s cock, but now she flicked her thick nipples with her fingers, little shocks of pleasure running through her slutty body.

And it was a slutty body. A body made to serve her man. Linda wondered at all the years she would have been offended by the thought. All the stupid, wasted, years, because now here she was, on her knees, sucking a man off, sucking a man who would make her his, and it was perfect.

“There are going to be some changes here,” Stan said. “Listen.”

Linda shuddered, controlling her own need, her desire to make sounds of pleasure around his wonderful cock. She listened.

Through the air, and the vents. Moans. Cries. Women… women finding their place. Linda remembered how the closet had been stripped. How she’d been one of the last to realize how important it was to keep things clean. Executives, secretaries, on their hands and knees scrubbing, cleaning, wanting to make the offices ready…

Ready for their men. And right now, like Linda, they were being rewarded.

Rewarded for their hard work. Their hard work for their men.

And then Linda got to working on her man’s cock, redoubling her efforts to pleasure him in his office.

His place.

****

Linda got up early that morning. It had been just a week since she’d… Found her place. And now, everything was different. She looked around the mostly empty room. After all, she’d be moving out after today. Moving into her man’s apartment, along with Alicia.

Stan had chosen Alicia. It had been years since Linda had roomed with another girl, but that was fine. The two of them could… She ran her hand over her pussy, already warm with the thought.

We can share the chores! Alicia could clean the kitchen, working on her hands and knees, scrubbing the oven—not with any kind of harsh cleaner, nope, only lazy bitches did that. Linda had read about a vinegar and water combo, and sure you had to put a little more oomph into it, but it got everything clean and shiny, and didn’t leave the kitchen stinking of chemicals!

Nope, no man would ever have to deal with that smell, not with Linda and Alicia! Linda rolled to her feet, smiling at the way the air hit her naked body. She’d loved it over the last week, laying naked on the bed, the air playing over her sensitive pussy and clit…

She hadn’t cum. Her man had forbidden her from cumming, unless he was rewarding her.

It was sort of strange that Linda didn’t even think of him as Stan any more. No. He was Her Man, the two words defining her existence now. Once, she might have been jealous at the idea of Alicia sharing a man with her.

But there was no more sharing. They were his. That was the simple fact of the universe.

She pressed her legs together as she got damp at the thought. They were so lucky that girls had outnumbered the men at the company. Every man had the girls he wanted, and none of the girls had been left out in the cold.

They had all found their place.

Linda looked around the room. It was almost ready. Stan didn’t need the bed, so they’d leave it to another man. Maybe with his own women. Looking around, she walked from room to room, her heavy tits swaying with every step. After all, it wouldn’t do to leave any mess for the man who was to come and buy it.

He might make his girl clean it up, and as much as Linda knew that would make her happy, it would make Linda look sloppy, and that would make Her Man look bad.

Maybe he’d even spank her.

Linda whimpered at the image of being put over his knee, spanked, because she’d been bad at cleaning.

The humiliation turned her on, but she wouldn’t make Her Man look bad. No. Never.

She was his girl, and a girl had a duty to Her Man.

So Linda went over the entire apartment, checking where the furniture had been to make certain there weren’t any scuffs. Then, after she washed herself, she went over the bathroom, making certain it gleamed when she was finished.

The sense of satisfaction that filled her was just incredible. This was Her Place.  Sure she had to work, because only a lazy useless woman wouldn’t work for her man, but keeping the house, cooking and cleaning, and waiting for Her Man to return—that was where you got satisfaction.

That and being fucked by his incredible cock, preferably while someone else was watching.

Once she was finished cleaning, Linda put her clothes on. A tight pink miniskirt, belt with a heart-shaped buckled on it, and a T-shirt that left her underboob exposed, even as the deep V cut let everyone look at her cleavage. No underwear, of course and she wore stylish pink shoes.

A woman should show off, after all, letting everyone know she was good enough for Her Man.

Nodding, she looked at the empty room, and smiled. Perfect. Linda checked her purse to make certain her ID, phone, and the forty dollars Stan (Her Man) had given her as her allowance was still there. Then, she turned and left, closing the door behind her, the keys on the kitchen table. Stan would give the new owner his keys, after all, so there was no need for Linda to carry them.

And with that, Linda put her key on the table and walked out of the apartment. She shivered as the door closed behind her. Now Her Man owned everything.

Including His girls.

She strutted down the sidewalk, heading to the bus stop. After all, she didn’t need a car. And after today she’d be living at a new home, where Her Man would take her where he wanted her to go, or let her use his car.

Well it’d been her car, a week ago, but now it was his car.

She saw more ad trucks driving by.

HER PLACE one read.

HIS PLACE another read, the flickering ads reminding her of the important things in life. She wasn’t the only one.

A woman waited for her by the bus, standing looking around. Linda remembered her as a stuffy doctor she’d seen once or twice in the neighborhood. Now she wore a tight leather skirt and vest with only one button fastened, showing off her impressive globes. A collar gleamed on her neck, a red cross emblem reminding people what she did for her Man.

“Slut.” Linda smiled.

“Bitch.” The woman smiled back.

There were a few other women not dressed like they were, looking at them with doubtful annoyance. One woman bit her lip, then looked up as a truck drove by the HER PLACE advertisement flashing. A moment later, she’d left the bus stop, almost running back to her house, her hips wiggling.

Linda could imagine her pussy getting warm, her mind full of just how dirty her house was, how she shouldn’t be outside when there were floors to mop and counters to clean and clothes to wash. How she needed to make everything right for… her Man.

And she’d have a man. Even if she didn’t now. Because one would find her and look at her and let her know that he was her Man. And she’d smile…

Because she’d found her place.

And then the bus was there, and the line of women got into it.

****

At work, Linda smiled. Alicia wasn’t at the desk. She’d been moved. Gloria was there, a brief haltertop holding in her heavy jugs, tight skirt showing off her full ass.

She was wiggling, but that didn’t stop her typing away.

Linda didn’t say anything to her, just smiled. After all, there was no time to gossip. She passed her and got into the elevator. On her floor, everything was quiet. She could imagine the woman working, quietly, each one wanting to show just how obedient they were.

Then she heard the sound of the vacuum. Linda paused. Mandy. The boss. Mandy had always been stuck up, never letting anyone get a word in edge wise. But now there she was, vacuuming the hallway, focusing on the important things, getting every last bit of dust and dirt out of the carpet.

Linda wondered if she’d ever be finished. After all, anyone walking in would bring more dust and dirt that would have to be vacuumed up. Also, she wondered if she’d still be—and the question was answered when Mandy raised her face to Linda, showing off the bright red ballgag in her mouth.

Linda licked her lips. Maybe Mandy had talked too much and this was her punishment. Maybe she did just what she’d been told to, and that was her reward.

But it didn’t matter. Because Linda had a place to be, and she wasn’t about to gossip in the hallway. She walked past, as Mandy looked down and got back to her vacuuming, the musical sound of the vacuum turning Linda on.

Inside His office, Linda saw Alicia, topless, her heavy tits swaying as she carefully cleaned the windows, squirting cleanser on them before she got to work with the squeegee.

There was a vacuum by the side of the desk. A new vacuum. One bought for her. Linda quivered and checked it out, loving the way the light gleamed on its polished surface. It was just for her. It felt like it was part of her.

And with that, Linda started it up, the hum music to her ears. Then she started her work, making certain that every square inch was clean. Finally when that was done, she pulled her top off and smiled at Alicia, the two women looking at each others’ tits.

“Time to polish,” she said, offering Linda a rag. And with that, they got to work on His desk, making certain that not a single speck of dust, not a single fingerprint marred it’s immaculate surface.

For a moment, Linda remembered sitting behind it…

But no, that was silly. In fact, soon it would be time for her—no, their Man to return. Still stopless, she and Alicia finished cleaning the desk, and then turned and assumed a proper kneeling position in front of it, facing the door.

And when the door started to open, Linda licked her lips.

Because now and forever, she had found her place.

End.