Accelo's First Day
Accelo was nervous. She had received the job just last week, having graduated from the academy just two weeks prior. Here she stood, on the front porch of the mansion that was to be entrusted to her today. She was in her normal clothes, for what would be the last time while she was on the clock. Tight blue jeans and a baby-blue undershirt that clung to her diminished chest.
"Okay, ccelo...you can do this. Just ring the bell." she reached out and pressed down on the button, causing what sounded like a gong to sound off in the house. She jumped a little and let out a long, slow sigh, telling herself repeatedly to just calm down.
"One minute, please." was the voice that came from the intercom set just next to the doorbell. Accelo fixed herself a little, standing prim and proper. She raised a paw, licked it lightly and soothed back her long red hair, the light pink of her paw clashing against the daring read of her headfur.
Soon the door was opened and the butler showed her the way inside. The inside of the mansion was very spacious. High ceilings with a foyer three times bigger than the little rathole she had been living in up until now. She let out a low appreciative whistle. The old bloodhound that let her in took no notice, seeming to be one of the stereotypically uptight butlers you always hear about. Humorless or not, she still followed close behind him, looking at the crapulence around her.
"When's the...err...master of the house return?" She asked the butler as they drew nearer to her apartment.
"He's in his study. You're expected to change and meet with him within the hour, Miss Accelo." the dog opened the door to her apartment and showed her inside.
She closed the door quickly as soon as she was fully inside. She couldn't believe the room she was in. There was a large queen sized bed set against the wall, light blue covers adorning it. The room, other than the bed, was in a tasteful white, with a window against the wall to the right of the bed which showed the master's gardens, and was covered with a very light material in a shade just off-white.
She walked over to the closet, which was set into the wall to the left of the bed and opened the door. There hung seven different maid uniforms, and a dresser filled with undergarments of every type she could ever imagine. She silently thanked God that her new employer was a designer for Victoria's Secret as she rummaged through the drawers. She bit her lip and returned to the uniforms and pulled one down and walked into the bathroom, the door of which was set into the same wall that the closet was in.
Turning on the lights she saw a brand new make-up kit next to the sink. She purred softly and saw, surprisingly, next to the toilet was an enema kit. She walked over to it and poked it softly. On the bag that the soap went into was a note that told her to wash out thoroughly before she changed and visited the master. Shivering all over she slowly undressed and filled the bag with soap and then with warm water.
"Accelo...what have you gotten yourself into?" under the sink was a little bottle of Wet lube. She poured it onto her paw and started to lube up her tailhole slowly, then allowed the tip of the enema into herself. She let the water go and sighed as it filled her up. She clenched down tight and pulled the nozzle out, then allowed the water to sit for awhile, before sitting down on the john and expelling the water.
Pulling back on her panties and her undershirt she shook her head at her reflection. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." pulling on her uniform she did a quick twirl, feeling much more feminine in her new clothes. They were made of fine silk, making the clothes very light to the touch. The uniform was very tight on her, with the skirt spread out lightly, frilly bloomers attached to the skirt, so no one could peak at her unmentionables when she was on a ladder.
She took another long, deep breath and steeled herself for whatever was going to happen. She walked out of the room and into the spacious hallways that dominated the huge house. Her little paws were crossed in front of her skirt, walking very daintily as she went in search of the study. After ten minutes of wandering, she found it, and the man that would be in control of her life eight hours a day, every day, for as long as she wanted the job to last.
"Hello, Accelo. You look well." He was a large doberman. He sat behind the desk that stood in front of a large bay window, light beating at the curtains that were drawn over the window. On the left and right of the study were bookshelf after bookshelf, all filled to the brim. She thought to herself, how good looking the man was for being a fashion designer. She silently prayed that she was the right flavor for him.
"Thank you, Mr. Merryweather." She did a little curtesy before stepping into the study.
"Please close the door behind you, miss." He said sternly as he eased himself up and off the chair and started towards her.
The door closed easily, and locked when it did. Accelo jumped a little and turned around, her tail raised high, out of fear and nerves.
"And from this day forward, it's master, not Mr. Merryweather, you understand me?" his voice was firm, but not harsh. She could tell he didn't like to hear no, and knew that had probably aided him very much in his journy to the top.
"Yes...master." she blushed hard and looked down as the words left her mouth.
Her new master was now in front of her. He tapped her chin, making her raise her head up. He was easily a foot talled than she was and built like a brick wall. His upper body was a perfect V shape, narrow chest, narrow waist and tight hips with a nub of a tail protruding from his cream coloured suit. He poked her chest softly, "No breasts..." he said to himself, musing. "Stand up straight." She did as he commanded and he began to inspect her.
"No fat at the belly, tight abs and chest muscles." moving lower, "Tight thighs, hard calves." He looked up at her, he was on a knee, "You excercise?"
"I run four miles every day, master." Her breath was coming out harder, her heart beating against her ribcage at what felt like a mile a minute.
"Now for the rear and the pussy..." He trailed his paw up along the back of her thighs and she froze, now sweating. "Hard buttocks." He gave them a hard squeeze, "Very hard buttocks." With that he ran his paw along the cleft between her legs. His paw froze.
"Oh my God, master, I'm so sorry." She shrank back away from him, her back to the door.
"You lied to me, cat." He advanced to her slowly.
All she could do was stutter. He grabbed her wrist and walked slowly, pulling her along to the chair that was underneath the desk. He pulled it out and sat down, then in a firm bark told her to take her panties and skirt down. She did as she was told. She placed her paws in front of her crotch. He looked up at her, positively livid. "Across my lap. NOW!" She shrunk back a little and did as she was commanded, laying across the dog's lap slowly. Her tail was raised high, revealing her tight, toned rear to him.
"There is nothing I hate more than liars!" He yelled out as he rained the first blow across her rear. She cried out sharply, her body moving with the hit. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, crying out louder and louder with each successive blow until tears were pouring down her cheeks. Still he spanked her, his palm stinging and her rear now almost numb from the constant pain.
Finally he was done. He pushed her into a standing position. She looked down between her legs and covered herself again. He let out a harsh laugh, looking over at you, "That turned you on! You're disgusting!" She looked down at the ground, her cheeks a bright red, tears pouring down harder from her eyes. "Get down on your knees." She did as she was asked, knowing what was coming next.
He unzipped quickly and pulled his length out. It was fully hard, an angry red colour, sticking straight up. Precum was pouring down from the tip. She wanted this. As ashamed as she was of herself, as much as her rear hurt, she wanted to suck him off. She leaned forward and licked over his length, from the hilt to the head and quickly took the head of it into her little muzzle, and begins to suck his large length.
He filled her muzzle easily, at least eight inches long and a good two inches thick, at least, and the knot hadn't even formed. She made her lips tight around it, and started to bob her head, her palms set on his thighs, squeezing down on them firmly as she purred, moaning around it's massive length.
"You're purring?! You're enjoying this?" there was disgust in his voice, along with amusement. He was really getting off on her humiliation. She took a deep breath and throated him easily. She had gotten a lot of practice at the academy, having to resort to this to pass some of the courses that she had no aptitude for. She was now more adept at sucking cock than she was at keeping a tidy house.
Slowly the knot was forming, a large swelling of muscle just above his sheath. She didn't know if he wanted to stop or not, so she continued, her muzzle tight around it, her tongue sliding up and down as she wrapped a paw around his knot, giving it a firm squeeze.
"That's enough, get off of it." she pulled off and looked up at her, fear in her eyes, along with a more than healthy amount of lust. "Get on my desk, your rear up and your tail raised." he sneered as he reached into his desk and pulled out another tube of lubrication. As she leaned against the large pine desk and raised her large tail up he was pouring lube onto his large erection and dropping his pants down. He stepped out of them and pointed his cock for her little tailhole.
"Please be gentle. I haven't had many before..." she braced herself for it, knowing the words were useless against the angry dog. She was right, as almost as soon as the words had left her mouth he was hilted inside of her. Quickly his hips hit into her rear. She was crying out, first in pain and then in pure pleasure, her tailhole gripping and squeezing at his large length. She humped back against him, grateful for it's length buried inside of her. She squeezed her eyes closed and purred, gasping and moaning.
"Oh master...your cock. It feels so good." She purred out. She couldn't believe how good it feeled. She was over her master's desk, taking his length easier than she could ever believe, she was being used and she was loving it. Her little paws gripped the edge of the desk, knowing that she had to keep her claws in, knowing how angry it would make him if she ruined his beautiful desk.
He swatted her rear again, making her hiss in pain, making her tailhole squeeze down on the massive invader inside of her. All she could see was colours, flashes of light, different hues all floating in front of her eyes. All too soon, she could tell, it was ending. His cock was throbbing hard inside of her, and she felt his knot threatening to break past her tight seal. She humped back desperately, needing his length, needing him to tie with her.
"Tie me! Please!" and with that it was inside of her. All too quickly he was flooding her insides with his cum. She screamed as the knot broke inside of her, and yet her own flood-gates hadn't erupted. She closed her eyes tightly and let out a long yowl, her feline mind going wild with the sensations that were flooding her. Quickly she was filled and then it was dripping out of her, onto her thighs and onto his.
He collapsed onto her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the side of her muzzle and whispered, with joy in his voice, now much kinder sounding, "I'm sorry, Accelo. The first day is always like this for my pretty little maids."
"Then....you knew...?" She was out of breath, dazed and now confused.
"Oh, no. But it gave me a great excuse to make your rear sting." With that he reached beneath her little body and wrapped his paw around her cock. "it was a genuine surprise, my sweet little housecat." his paw was a blur over her cock, the small length throbbing in his paw, dripping precum all over his fingers.
"I'm...I'm..." and he came. Accelo let out another yowl, his hackles raised, his claws digging into the floor as his load was released all over the papers spread out on the desk. He collapsed onto the desk, letting his load seap into the material. As he closed his eyes, thinking back along the course of the day, from first waking up, to now pinned underneath his strong new master...he wondered just what else was in store for him in this new found lifestyle.