When I was a slave to a cool boss...

 

When I was a slave to a cool boss...

I first saw the luxury model Lily during a photo shoot.

 

I was responsible for feeding the crew and had to make sure fresh sandwiches were always available.

 

Even though there were many other beautiful women there, she immediately caught my attention.

 

But I especially liked Lily.

 

She also showed off her mastery of a fashion model, which I love.

 

He looks good and knows perfectly well.

Of course, he influenced others, including me, with his charisma and kindness.

 

He wanted the sandwich to be fat-free and only three-quarters filled with cheese.

 

Then a slice of tomato.

 

I loved petting him and would purposely put a whole piece of cheese in half of my sandwich so he could scold me.

 

He called me a loser for giving me more precise instructions.

 

Everyone around me felt uncomfortable hearing her moans, but my pleasure knew no bounds.

 

The photo session lasted from Friday afternoon until Sunday evening, and the closer I got to the luxury model Lilia, the more I fell in love with the glamor girl's charms.

 

She looked like a fashion goddess wearing a beautiful and elegant designer dress.

 

Her blonde hair further accentuated her severe figure.

 

On Sunday he was very controlling and felt he could demand anything from me.

 

He sent me to buy a certain type of water that the catering company didn't need, even though Lily had specifically requested it.

 

I had no idea where I could get this special brand of water on Sunday! But I ran from gas station to gas station to fulfill his wish.

 

I finally found Lily's favorite water and took a picture with pride.

 

There he took a sip and threw the rest of the bottle away without thanks.

In the end, I secretly took this bottle because her lips were touching the neck of the bottle.

 

I was not in love, but rather I felt an ecstasy that is difficult to express in words.

 

I am very obedient by nature and I need someone to tell me what to do.

 

Of course, beautiful women like glamor girl Lily!

On Sunday night, when the photos were all in the box, she removed her make-up and packed her bag, thinking I was going to take her bag to the taxi.

 

I happily lifted the heavy suitcase and opened the taxi door for him, watching in amazement as he climbed into the car with his long, thin legs.

 

As I was about to say goodbye – sad that this beautiful fashion model will only appear in my dreams – he commanded me:

"Stop it!" he said, handing me a piece of paper and a pen.

\"Write down your phone number! You may need it again.''

It sounds like music to my ears, like a beautiful waltz.

 

Need – I want him to need me! I quickly jotted down her cell phone number and when I handed her the letter, she closed the door without a word.

 

Almost two weeks later – I had already accepted that Lily was teasing me.

 

– In the middle of the night, shortly before 3 a.m., my cell phone rang.

 

When I woke up, I didn't even notice who was on the other side.

 

He simply said:

'Take me far away! - Taxis don't come here.

 

He then gave me the address and I was completely stunned, holding the phone to my ear in a rush of adrenaline.

 

From that night, she became my boss.

 

He would call or text me whenever he wanted to pick her up or take her somewhere.

 

I was his personal driver and it felt good! He didn't give me gas money and I wouldn't have accepted it.

 

He never said thank you, but neither did my boss.

 

Your commands are enough for me.

 

Whenever I go on a date with her or work as a fashion model, I can see her beautiful figure in her new clothes.

 

Ashamed of my outfit, I quickly bought myself a smart suit, hoping to become a stylish chauffeur befitting his status.

 

He nodded and said, looking at his new clothes.

"It suits you well."

That was the nicest thing he ever said to me.

 

I soaked up every word he said like a dry sponge.

 

At first I wasn't worried when he forced me to pay the bill at a bar and told me to take it because he didn't have any money.

 

It was an honor to pay the boss's bills! Lily knew very well that she had me under her control and that I would do anything for her.

 

She ended up taking me on one of the shopping trips I had previously taken on my own.

 

I called the patient to work to go with him.

 

Every bag I carried felt like an erotic hangover.

 

On her first shopping trip, she only asked for her credit card once to pay for the expensive shoes.

 

But over the next few weeks it became a habit.

 

My financial exploitation had already begun without me realizing how strong their financial control was.

 

It was a gradual process and I watched my bank balance shrink with great joy because I was so grateful for every step he was able to take in my life.

 

I was the slave of his money, I was his servant.

 

She never touched me and the only time I did touch her was when I reached out to help her down the stairs wearing very high heels.

Those were special moments that are burned into my memory and full of nightmares.

 

Outsiders watched this event with horror.

 

Because I had to travel, drive and work with Lily, I became more and more distant from my friends.

 

To earn extra money in addition to my day job, I cleaned blocks, which Lily threw out the window.

 

I ditched my gym membership, sold my exercise bike and cut back on my eating habits.

 

My wonderful wife lived off my money, had me as a driver and companion and I was very happy.

 

No one understood what I was doing, and my relatives told me several times that I would have to stop this slavery if fashion model Lily told me to stop again on family vacations.

 

I stayed with my family.

 

That meant my last external connection, other than my Goddess Lily, was lost.

 

I was dependent on him, addicted to him, subject to him.

 

i wanted it! I have never felt more useful, more vital, more necessary than when I became Lily's servant.

I wanted to belong to my glorious Master, whether this slavery had ruined me or not.

 

His financial dominance has gotten to the point where he has my credit cards and can do whatever he wants with them when I'm not around.

 

Part of me always felt like I was with my boss, all the time, day and night.

 

He made me a happy servant.

After months of financial exploitation under a fancy mistress, it became difficult for me to concentrate on work during the day as Lily often hired me as a driver for the night and I got very little sleep.

 

My boss called a meeting and asked me for more work.

 

I couldn't maintain my high-end model and do my job well at the same time.

 

It went something like this: I made a serious mistake at work that got me a warning and eventually got fired.

 

My devotion to Lily was my undoing.

 

His financial exploitation got to the point where I was starving and lost 10 pounds and when I lost my job I tried to use my savings to fund Lily. In desperation, seeing that my savings were about to be depleted, I looked for a solution that would allow me to continue working as a fashionable woman's money slave.

 

I have not found anything.

 

I felt that the end was near and suspected that something terrible was going to happen.

 

One evening I received the following SMS:

"You have nothing left and you are no longer useful.

 

I don't need useless slaves like you.

 

I don't need you anymore."

That was the last I heard from my favorite luxury model.