Chapter Three: The New Name

Pretty Tits…

Emily wanted to feel offended when she first heard Mr. Miller’s new name for her, but she wasn’t. She wanted to experience anger or shame, but the feelings just weren’t there. Somehow, she recognized this new name, lurking deep within her consciousness. Not only wasn’t she offended, she immediately accepted the new name. It felt familiar to her. She still had no idea what was happening to her.

“Please don’t be offended, Emily,” Mr. Miller said. “I don’t mean this in a demeaning or disrespectful way at all, but would you mind if I called you Pretty Tits from now on?”

Only one answer came to her mind.

“As you wish, Mr. Miller.”

“If you like the name, I can have it legally changed to Pretty Tits. Would you allow me to do that?”

Slowly, inexplicably, Emily nodded yes. Mr. Miller took possession of her breasts once more, squeezing and petting them, rubbing her tender swollen nipples between his fingers.

“I think you secretly like the name, don’t you, Pretty Tits?”

Despite how wrong it was, Mr. Miller’s words and touch continued to arouse her. She shut her eyes and gave in to the warm, tingling sensations. As he fondled her breasts, the feelings spread down Emily’s body all the way to her inner thighs. Again, she felt a growing wetness and warmth under her panties. Mr. Miller leaned in and gave Emily a tender kiss on the lips. She shut her eyes and returned the kiss, feeling his soft lips and wet tongue touching her own. When the tip of their tongues touched, Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. Then Mr. Miller asked her to stand up in front of him. Awkwardly, Emily did what was asked. Self-conscience about her exposed flesh, she covered her breasts with her hands.

“You’re so shy, Pretty Tits. You don’t have to be shy around me anymore.”

Mr. Miller reached up and placed her arms down at her sides.

“Now I have something I’d like you to wear from now on while at the office. Take off your skirt for me, Pretty Tits.”

Emily hesitated again, nervous about undressing further in front of her employer.

“Do you remember what I said about hesitating?”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“Whatever for? I’ve already seen your body. Don’t you remember what happened between us earlier?”

“Yes, but...”

“There’s no need to feel uncomfortable around me, Pretty Tits. Here, let me help you.”

Mr. Miller unzipped the side of her skirt and slipped it over her hips, along with her panties. Deeply ashamed, Emily stood before her employer completely naked. From within the small bag, Mr. Miller took out a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings, a white garter belt and heeled shoes. He kneeled in front of Emily and slipped the stockings up her legs and attached them to the garter belt, his lips just inches away from the exposed, open lips of her sex. After slipping the heels on her feet, Mr. Miller sat down on the couch to admire the view. He took his time ogling her lovely feminine features, the vulnerable shy look in her eyes, the long flowing hair and perfectly rounded bosom, down the torso to the moist inviting space between the thighs. Mr. Miller nodded his approval.

“Very nice. This will be the uniform you will be required to wear at work from now on.”

Uniform? I have nothing on.

“Mr. Miller. I can’t possibly…”

The CEO held up one finger and Emily immediately stopped talking.

“Turn around for me, Pretty Tits. Show me your backside.”

Emily turned her back to him. When Mr. Miller stood up and walked toward her, she began to turn around.

“No. Stay still, Pretty Tits. Only turn around when prompted.”

Emily tried to stay still and wait for her next command. She felt Mr. Miller’s presence closing in behind her.

“You have the most attractive body. Every part is divine.”

Emily felt one of Mr. Miller’s hands slip into the crease of her ass. She immediately tensed.

“Calm down, honey. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Emily tried to relax the muscles of her ass. Mr. Miller’s fingers slipped further into the soft crevice of her flesh. Then, she felt one of his fingertips press into the small opening from behind. As soon as he touched the area, Emily felt the passageway inside of her body begin to lubricate from within. First one finger and then two slipped several inches into opening with ease. It was a pleasant feeling for her, to be filled in such a way from behind.

“Do you see how open you are to me there, Pretty Tits? Do you like the feeling?”

Emily nodded. With his free hand, Mr. Miller turned Emily’s chin slightly toward him and he kissed her with his tongue. While slipping the two fingers slowly in and out of her, a musky female odor was emitted from her body. After the kiss, Mr. Miller removed his fingers and turned Emily to face him. He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed. A droplet of milk seeped out of the tip of each nipple.

“You really are the perfect woman. Come with me, Pretty Tits. Your training will continue in my office.”

“Mr. Miller… I can’t be seen like this. What will the other employees think?”

Mr. Miller paused, staring at her lactating breasts.

“You’re right. Perhaps we should be a little more discreet. I certainly don’t wish to cause a scandal. Wait for me here. I’ll summon you when everyone’s left for the day. There’s some makeup in a private bathroom attached to your office, if you’d like to freshen up. I’m so glad you decided to stay with the company, Pretty Tits. You’ve made the right decision. Make yourself at home until I call for you.”

Mr. Miller touched the electric lock with his fingertip, the green circle spun several times and the door clicked open. Mr. Miller left and locked Emily inside. Emily looked around for her blouse and skirt but they were gone. After a moment, she sat down on the couch and began to feel a deep sense of regret. She felt ashamed of what she had allowed him to do to her in the office. At the same time, the warm sensual feeling of his hands on her breasts lingered. Remembering how he fondled and kissed her, Emily shivered with pleasure. The sensation was so strong it seemed as if he had never left and was still in the office, touching her. Despite how wrong it was, Mr. Miller made her feel alive. She decided once and for all to let go of her inhibitions and give in to her desires. Remembering how he had touched her, Emily caressed her own breasts. A droplet of milky fluid appeared at the tips and leaked out. More milk spilled out as she squeezed her flesh. The sight of the fluid dripping over the mounds of her breasts and down her torso intrigued her. Emily smiled inside, never in her life having felt more feminine, more like a woman.

She went into the small bathroom to wash her face. There was a hair brush and makeup in the cabinet and Emily spent some time improving her appearance. She painted her lips a bright red, applied light blue eyeshadow and brushed out her hair. By the time she was done Emily thought she looked quite nice. She hoped Mr. Miller would think so too. She looked at herself in the mirror and her wet nipples glistened in the reflection.

Staring at her reflection Emily’s mind drifted again, back to another childhood memory of her Mother. They were at an amusement park located on a large wooden pier over the ocean at night, at the very top of the Ferris wheel. She looked out over the lights of a city, across the ocean, and up the coastline to the top of the mountains. Her Mom’s hair blew in the wind and she was smiling. Her Mother looked so pretty and young, long before she got sick. So high above the ground, Emily shivered in the cool breeze and her Mom put her arms around her. They cuddled and the Ferris wheel began to move again. It was a happier time, just the two of them.

The sound of a lock opening brought Emily back to reality. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw a large, well-dressed man she didn’t recognize standing in the doorway. With a hand-held device, he shut down the surveillance system and stepped into the room. The door locked behind him. Standing completely naked in front of the man, Emily was surprised how unashamed she felt. He stared for a moment at her exposed body before speaking.

“Well, hello there.”

Emily instinctively covered her breasts with her arms.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Victor. You can call me Mr. V. We’ve met before, several times. You may not remember, but I certainly do.”

“The office is closed.”

“Not for me. I work the night shift. It’s my job to look in on you occasionally. You look quite pretty tonight, Emily. Or should I say, Pretty Tits.”

“What do you want?”

“I know it’s against the rules, but I’d like an appointment with you. Do you have a few minutes before the next scenario?”

Scenario? What is he talking about it? Who is he? And where is Mr. Miller?

Mr. V looked over her naked body with lust in his eyes. He took a step toward her. Though nervous, Emily stood her ground.

“Do you know who I am, sir? I’ve been hired as the personal assistant to the CEO.”

“I know. I heard about the promotion. We’re all very happy for you. Congratulations.”

“I have a meeting with Mr. Miller in a few minutes and I was told to wait here in my office until he needed me. He’s finishing up some business right now across the hall. I would prefer to wait alone until he calls me, if you don’t mind.”

Mr. V continued walking toward her. Emily tried to move across the small office to get away, but Mr. V cornered her against the couch.

“Didn’t they give you the drops?”

“What are you talking about? What drops?”

“You know? The obedience drops. They call it the Serum. It’s written into your scenario. It’s supposed to make you more compliant. But you are a feisty one. That’s what I like about you. Now, place your arms at your sides, Pretty Tits.”

Against her will, Emily followed his command and exposed her breasts.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir. And if you don’t leave this instant I’m going to have to call security.”

“I am security. So you’re in good hands.”

Emily walked around the man toward the door.

“Where are you going, Pretty Tits?”

Emily tried to open the door but it was still locked. She summoned all of strength and began shaking the handle forcefully. Mr. V approached her from behind.

“Suspend all motor functions…”

Emily froze, as if he arms had suddenly turned to stone.

“Turn toward me and shut your eyes.”

Emily released the handle and faced the man. She felt his hands fondle her breasts. The space between her thighs became moist, lubricated from within.

“Kiss me with your tongue.”

Emily parted her lips and they kissed. She shut her eyes and felt the tip of his tongue inside her mouth. Then the man guided her back to the couch. Mr. V removed his suit jacket and tie and placed it neatly over a chair.

“Now to me listen carefully, Pretty Tits. Perform your prime objective.”

Prime Objective…

Emily kneeled without hesitation before the man and began to unzip and unbuckle his pants. Mr. V took off his shirt while Emily removed the rest of his clothing and shoes. With one hand cupping the smooth underside of his testicles and the other wrapped around the base of his erect penis, Emily took the head and rim of his penis into her mouth and sucked. She liked the feeling of the man’s hard penis over her tongue and inside her mouth. In order to suck on the entire length of the man’s penis, she began moving her head in a bobbing, back and forth motion while sliding her lips up and down the sides of his shaft. As she sucked, the man fondled her breasts and squeezed. The white liquid appeared at the tips of her nipples and leaked out, dripping down the sides of her breasts. Emily continued to suck on his penis with an increased intensity, hoping he would release his semen directly into her mouth. Just as she felt the man was going to ejaculate, he pulled his penis out of her mouth.

“Lie down on the couch and open your thighs.”

Emily complied and the man mounted her, slipping his penis inside the slick walls of her womb. He thrust himself into her, pumping his hard rod of flesh in and out of her with abandon. Emily tilted her head back as wave upon wave of pleasurable sensations washed over her. Her thighs trembled and she experienced a release. Afterwards, she thought of her mother and how ashamed she would be if she became pregnant.

“Please, sir… Don’t finish inside me. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Don’t worry,” the man said. “You can’t get pregnant…”

I can’t get pregnant. Why can’t I get pregnant?

Then Emily heard Mr. Miller’s voice reverberating through the surrounding walls.

“Come to my office now, Pretty Tits, to continue your training session. Everyone has left the building.”

Mr. V disengaged from Emily and began to dress.

“Sit up, Pretty Tits. Brush your hair in the bathroom, reapply your lipstick and then report directly to Mr. Miller’s office. You will remember nothing of this scenario.”

Emily nodded and went into the bathroom to freshen up. When she returned the man was gone and she had no memory of the encounter. Her office door was open. Carefully, she peeked around the doorway and didn’t see anyone in the hallway. Summoning her courage, she crossed the corridor and knocked lightly on Mr. Miller’s office door. The bolt thrust out of the lock, the door clicked open and she entered. The inside of the office was completely dark.

“Mr. Miller?”

As she stepped into the room, Emily heard the sound of the bolt penetrating the lock. Blindly, she searched for an electrical switch on the wall, but couldn’t find one on either side of the door.

“Mr. Miller? Where’s the light switch? I can’t see you. Are you in here?”

Emily stood still. She couldn’t see Mr. Miller, but could sense his presence. Then, a body came out of the shadows and spoke in a low voice, different than before.

“Pretty Tits…”

“Mr. Miller? Is that you?”

A light shined in the dark over her shoulder. Emily stared at the perfect circle the beam of light made against the wall in front of her.

“You look so sexy. I love what you’ve done with your makeup and hair. Focus on the light, Pretty Tits.”

Emily remained absolutely still, transfixed by the bright circle of light. Suddenly, the light went out. Mr. Miller’s strong arms tightened around her waist and his erection pressed against her from behind. Passionately kissing Emily on the throat, Mr. Miller sucked the tender flesh into his mouth. As he kissed and sucked on her neck, one hand squeezed her breasts while the other reached around to touch the intimate spot between her thighs. The pad of his thumb brushed lightly over her clitoris while his fingers penetrated the inner lips of her sex, in and out. His other hand moved down her body, over her hips and in between the flesh of her ass. Emily felt a fingertip press gently into her opening from behind, releasing the internal lubrication which allowed his finger to slip all the way inside her narrow passageway without resistance. He kept his fingers deep inside both openings at the same time, moving them in and out, while kissing her and pressing her body against the wall. The more he sucked on Emily’s throat, the deeper he penetrated the most intimate areas of her body with his fingers. After a moment, a musky female odor filled the room and she experienced another orgasm.

Overcome by pleasure, Emily’s body went limp in his arms. He caught her before she fell and carried her across the office, laying her gently on the couch. Opening her thighs, Mr. Miller began voraciously licking her sex, tracing the inner and outer folds of her flesh with the tip of his tongue like an animal in heat. Emily lightly rested her hand on the top of his head and brushed her fingers lightly through his hair as he simulated intercourse, thrusting his tongue as hard and as fast as he could, in and out of Emily’s most intimate and vulnerable place.

Next, Emily heard a familiar buzzing sound and felt the vibrating tip of something smooth press lightly upon the nub of her clitoris, sending a warm and stimulating impulse deep inside. The steady electronic hum sounded tranquil to her. He held it there as waves of pleasure seemed to flow through her body and she became one with the machine. Mr. Miller placed the electronic device in Emily’s hand and she held it in the same spot. As Emily stimulated herself, two of Mr. Miller’s fingers slipped in and out her sex and pressed upward. After a few minutes Emily’s inner thighs trembled again. She breathed out and had another deep and satisfying release.

Mr. Miller turned the device off and picked Emily up, positioning her on his lap. Facing him, Emily straddled his thighs with her knees and took Mr. Miller’s erect penis all the way into her womb. It felt warm, strong and thick, filling and heating her from within. She heard a soft voice within, speaking to her. It sounded like her mother’s voice.

“Don’t worry, Emily. You won’t get pregnant. You can’t get pregnant…

After hearing the voice, Emily let go of her inhibitions and rocked her hips as Mr. Miller thrust his penis as deep into her body as he could, rapidly in and out. He fondled her breasts as they kissed and explored her mouth with his tongue. Beads of sweat formed on her brow and her skin became slippery and wet. The office filled with the musky odor of raw sex. Mr. Miller continued thrusting into her, sucking on her nipples and swallowing her breast milk until Emily had a third release. When Mr. Miller pulled out, the base of his penis was covered with a thick substance, the color and consistency of cream. Emily’s breasts appeared swollen, engorged with milk.

“Lay down on the couch, Pretty Tits. I want to come in your mouth and on your breasts…”

Emily complied and this time Mr. Miller positioned himself over her, his knees straddling her thighs. He began gently thrusting his penis over and over between her breasts and in and out of her mouth. Emily felt completely at ease with a man’s penis between her lips. After bucking his hips and pumping rapidly into her mouth, streams of Mr. Miller’s semen burst out. After filling her mouth with the thick warm fluid, he pulled out and sprayed the remaining semen over her breasts. After finishing, Mr. Miller used his fingertips to paint her lips with his semen, while Emily licked the remaining fluid from his fingers.

“Do you like the taste, Pretty Tits?”

No longer embarrassed, Emily nodded yes.

“Studies from my company have shown that hormones in male sperm like oxytocin, serotonin and progesterone reduce anxiety and can elevate mood, as well as create a bond between a man and woman. The more semen a woman swallows, the more she desires. It can be a very healthy substance for you. I recommend it highly.”

Mr. Miller took Emily’s chin in his hand and gave her a serious look.

“Promise me that you’ll swallow semen more regularly, Pretty Tits.”

The words came instinctively to her.

“I will, Mr. Miller. I promise.”

Mr. Miller got up from the couch, turned on the office lights with his phone and began getting dressed. Shielding her eyes to adjust to the bright lights, Emily stood up and searched for her clothes.

“Where are my clothes, Mr. Miller? I couldn’t find them in my office.”

“Your clothes are gone now, Pretty Tits.”

“What?”

“I told you. From now on, all you are allowed to wear are the stockings and the garter belt you’ve been given. You’ll never again be allowed to wear a bra or panties at DMI, in public or in private. Certain rules about your new position can be discussed, but this rule is non-negotiable. Can you agree to that, Pretty Tits?”

In shock, Emily nodded yes. He held out his hand and she took it.

“Good. Come with me, then. Let’s get you cleaned up. There are a few people I’d like you to meet…”

After taking Emily into the bathroom and washing the dried residue of semen off her breasts, Mr. Miller escorted her down the darkened corridor and into a larger room. There was a fully stocked bar at one end, several couches along the wall and a raised platform in the center. A man in a white shirt stood at the bar, staring at her naked body. Mr. Miller told Emily she would be hosting an office party for several important investors who had come to DMI for an annual board meeting. He handed her a silver tray upon which were placed objects Emily had never seen before. Mr. Miller explained that the objects were nipple clamps: one pair had tiny bells which dangled from the nipples and made a tinkling sound, one pair were adorned with pretty blue jewels shaped like teardrops and another had long feathers hanging from the tips. Mr. Miller showed Emily how to attach the clamps by tightening the small noose around her nipples. Emily was instructed to hold the silver tray as each gentleman arrived and allow them to choose which nipple clamp they preferred her to wear. After Emily served the drinks, Mr. Miller told her it would be her job to sit on a stool in the center of the raised platform and await further instructions. To entertain the group, she would be asked to keep herself aroused with her hand or a vibrator. During the party she would give sexual favors to whoever asked, fulfilling their requests without hesitation or restraint. Before the party started, Mr. Miller gave Emily a larger dose of the obedience serum.

As the guests arrived, Mr. Miller introduced Emily as Pretty Tits, the hostess of the party. She greeted each gentleman at the door with the silver tray, had them pick out the nipple decoration they preferred and got them each a drink from the bar, as requested. Soon the room was filled with men in business attire. All the men stared at Emily’s breasts and body with lust in their eyes. Hosting the party came quite naturally to her. Emily’s breasts jiggled as she walked, causing the bells attached to her nipples to tinkle. After the second round of drinks, the men sat down in chairs and couches and stared up at the stage. Emily opened her thighs and began to rub her fingers through the lips of her sex until the outer folds opened like the petals of a flower. Mr. Miller handed Emily a vibrator and she held it in the special spot, stimulating herself until her thighs trembled and she achieved an orgasm in front of the group.

After the performance, men began to approach Emily and ask if she would sit with them on the couch. She offered her hand and allowed herself to be led to the seating area. She obediently sat in each gentleman’s lap, allowing them to kiss her and fondle her breasts. As they took their liberties with her, passing Emily from lap to lap, kissing and petting her flesh and stroking their fingers through the open lips of her sex, Emily felt their erections grow hard under her. Several men took their pleasure by sucking on her breasts. The more they squeezed and fondled, the more she lactated, causing the sticky white substance to run over the mounds of her flesh and down her torso in a continual stream. The men sucked on her nipples, drinking their fill and licking it off her flesh, commenting on how sweet her milk tasted.

After her breasts were milked dry, Emily was asked to lie down on her back and spread her knees apart so the men could take turns licking the wet folds of her most intimate place. After several men buried their tongues as deep as they could in her innermost flesh, Emily’s thighs trembled once more and a thick white cream oozed out of the opening. The men tasted this substance as well and touched it with the tips of their fingers. The scent of her arousal filled the room as she gave herself to each of the guests in this manner. Looking up, Emily noticed Mr. Miller nodding his approval from across the room.

Later, Emily was taken to a private room by two of the men, laid face down upon a bed and blindfolded. Emily heard zippers being unzipped and clothes falling to the floor. She felt the tip of a man’s penis against her lips and began sucking on the head and rim while another man mounted her from behind. She immediately felt pressure from the tip of a penis against her opening and the same slippery substance once again began to lubricate her from within. Aided by the lubrication, her narrow opening seemed to relax and widen as the erect penis easily slipped in and out, while Emily continued to suck on the penis of the other man. Eventually, both men ejaculated inside Emily, one in her mouth and the other in her backside. Several others came into the room, sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. Emily was positioned on her back to face them, on her stomach, on her side, on her knees beside the bed or with her arms tied behind her to the bedposts. In this manner Emily gave out sexual favors for invited guests until the party was over, as her employer had instructed.