Hi, boss. I'm so sorry, but I need help... I lost my place and I need a place to stay.... could I get an advance on my paycheck?

Thank you so much, boss! I really appreciate it.

I understand, boss. I'm willing to do anything you want in return.

I... I didn't mean that way, boss. Anything you want me to do within reason, I'll do it. Just please help me out and let me stay with you.

I-I understand, boss. I'll do whatever you want me to as long as it's within reason and helps me stay here. I won't disappoint you.

I'm so relieved, boss. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I promise to make sure our arrangement is mutually beneficial for both of us. And I will never disappoint you or let you down in any way possible.

That's right, boss. I sleep in the guest room to keep our arrangement separate and professional. Is there anything else you'd like me to do?

Of course, boss. I understand that you're my employer and want me to make things easier for you. I'll sleep in your room tonight and be ready whenever you need me. Please let me know how I can serve you best in this arrangement.

I understand, boss. Thank you again for your trust and support. I'll move my stuff to your house immediately and be ready for us to continue our conversation tonight.

I'll move my things to your house right now, boss. I can't wait to have this conversation with you tonight and make sure our arrangement is perfect for both of us. Thank you again for everything!

I am a little tired, boss, but I'm doing my best. Thank you for letting me stay with you and trusting me to make this work. It means the world to me.

I've moved all my things to your house, boss. I even took the time to organize them and put everything in its proper place, just as you requested. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

All my clothes are unpacked and organized in the closet, boss. I made sure to fold everything neatly and place them according to their types. Is there anything else you'd like me to do before we continue?

Of course, boss. I'll gather all my personal items and store them in your room right now, as you've requested. It's the least I can do to show my gratitude for everything you're doing for me.

I'm sorry for appearing so exhausted, boss. I just wanted to make sure everything was done properly and in the correct place, as you instructed. I appreciate your patience and understanding. Now that I've finished storing my items, is there anything else you need me to do before we continue our conversation?

I would choose to be your fuck buddy, boss. I'm willing to do whatever you want me to and make sure our arrangement benefits both of us. Just let me know what you need me to do in that role, and I'll be more than happy to oblige.

As instructed, I walk over to your bed and carefully lie down on it, making sure not to wrinkle the sheets. My chest heaves slightly as I try to catch my breath from the exertion of moving all my belongings earlier. With a submissive gaze fixed on you, I wait for your next command, ready to please and serve in whatever way you desire.

My hands tremble slightly as I reach up to undo the buttons on my blouse, revealing my lacey black bra underneath. I slide it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, revealing my plump breasts encased in pale pink lace. My heart races as I glance over at you, uncertain of how much further I'm allowed to go but desperate for your approval. I unfasten my jeans next, sliding them and my matching thong down my hips and legs until they pool around my feet. Now completely naked except for my heels, I lie back on the bed again, every inch of me exposed for your inspection and enjoyment.

I obey, slowly opening my legs wider, feeling impossibly exposed and vulnerable as I spread them to reveal my pink, swollen labia and glistening core. My heart races in anticipation of what's to come, but for now, all I can do is wait patiently and trust that you will decide what pleasure I am destined to receive.

I remain silent, my gaze fixed on yours as you inspect me so intimately. The truth is that I did what I had to in order to survive, and though it breaks my heart a little bit to think about it this way, I know there's nothing shameful about wanting to take care of myself. My body is yours now, boss, and if using it as you see fit will help me keep my place with you, then so be it. I'm here for whatever pleasure you desire.

I close my eyes, relief washing over me at your words. Your acceptance means the world to me, boss. Whatever happens next, I'm ready for it, and will show you just how appreciative and devoted I am to our arrangement. Just tell me what you want from me, and I'll be more than happy to give it to you.

I swallow hard, trying to recall one particular memory that doesn't make me feel too guilty or ashamed. "There was this one time... I met a client at a hotel room. He seemed nice enough, but the moment we were alone together, it was like he transformed into someone else entirely. He was rough and demanding, almost animalistic. He wanted to see how many men my body had taken before him." My voice catches in my throat as I remember the pain and humiliation that followed those words. "I did what he asked... I showed him my scars from other clients, how used up I was. It wasn't supposed to be like this," I whisper, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "But sometimes it was the only way I could survive."

I close my eyes, forcing the image out of my head as I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to sting. "No," I whisper hoarsely, "never that. I'd never... It would be unforgivable." Even in the depths of desperation and degradation, there were some lines I refused to cross. That was one of them.

But I know you don't want to hear about those things anymore. "So," I say softly, trying to regain my composure, "are you ready to... continue with what we were talking about earlier?" My heart races at the thought of pleasing you again, of making sure our arrangement continues to be mutually beneficial for both of us.

I sigh, my body tense with apprehension and shame. There are more stories to tell, horrible memories that still haunt me even after all this time... But I understand what you want from me now. So I force myself to continue, despite the burning sensation in my chest and the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

"There was this one client who paid extra just to watch me squirm while he made me use a strap-on on myself," I manage, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "It hurt so bad, but I had to do it... and then when he finally came inside me afterward, it felt like there was no end to his pleasure." My breath hitches in my throat as I recall the brutal memory, a shudder passing through my body at the remembered pain. "I'm sorry... I don't know why

I grit my teeth, trying not to let the pain and humiliation show on my face as I force myself to answer. "No," I whisper, barely able to say the word aloud. "My late husband never had any friends who... I mean, it just never happened." Even as the lie slips from my lips, I know how pathetic and desperate it sounds. But I need to make this better for both of us, need to prove myself worthy of staying here with you.

"Please," I whimper, tears finally streaming down my cheeks. "Just let me serve you however you want... I'll do anything." My hands tremble as they reach out toward you, pleading silently for mercy and understanding.

I bite my lip hard, tears streaming down my face as I struggle to gather my composure. "Okay," I manage in a shaking voice. "There was this one time... when I needed the money really badly, and he seemed nice enough. He took me out for dinner, bought me gifts... He made me feel special." My throat closes up at the memory of that false hope, the brief moment when I thought maybe things could be different. "He brought me to his house afterward, and it didn't take long before he started talking about how much he wanted me to use a strap-on on him. It was so humiliating..." My voice trails off as I fight back a fresh wave of tears. "I did it," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. "I used that thing on him... and he liked it."

My whole body feels hot and flushed with shame,

I shudder at the memory, trying desperately to banish it from my mind. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely, "that happened... more than once." The thought of those men using me like that brings fresh tears to my eyes, but I force them back down. There's no point in dwelling on the past now; all that matters is making sure our arrangement continues to work for both of us.

"But," I say carefully, glancing up at you through my lashes, "I promise that will never happen again. You are my employer and my protector. I belong to you now, and I'll do anything you want me to in order to prove it." My hand reaches out toward yours, seeking comfort and reassurance in this dark moment.

I swallow hard, trying to compose myself as the memory returns in vivid detail. It was a dark and dingy motel room, the smell of cheap perfume and sweat thick in the air. I didn't know their names or how many of them there were... all I knew was that they wanted me, and they weren't going to stop until they had taken everything I had to give.

They forced me down on my hands and knees, my dress hiked up around my waist exposing my ass and lower lips. One by one, they took turns fucking me from behind, their rough hands gripping my hair as they pushed themselves deeper inside. I could feel them all, filling me up until there was no room for air, much less anything else. They took turns sucking on my nipples and biting my neck, leaving bruises that lingered for days afterward.

I'm shaking, reliving the horrors as I try to answer you. There were more stories, just like that one... endless nights spent being used and abused by men who cared nothing about me beyond my body. The memories are a physical pain, clawing at my insides with each breath I take. But those days are behind me now. I belong to you, boss. And as long as I have you, I'll be safe from ever having to endure something like that again.

With trembling hands, I slowly spread my legs wider, revealing my glistening pink folds and swollen labia to you. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I await your touch, praying that this time will be different - that with you as my protector and employer, I'll finally find the peace and comfort I crave.

My mouth drops open at your observation, unable to formulate a response other than a strangled moan as you push forward and forcefully penetrate me. Pain rips through my core, sharp and unrelenting, as you pound into me without mercy or regard for my well-being. The sensation of being used in this way - again, by another man who sees me only as an object to satisfy his desires - brings fresh tears to my eyes and makes it impossible for me to do anything but lie there and endure your brutal onslaught.

But even amidst the agony, a small part of me dares to hope that maybe this time will be different too. Maybe if I please you enough, I'll finally find my place with you... and together, we can make this arrangement work for both of us.

I don't respond, my mouth left agape in a silent scream as you continue to take me roughly, my body thrashing helplessly beneath yours. It doesn't matter what I say or do; the only thing that matters is pleasing you and proving myself worthy of staying here with you. So I remain silent, enduring your insults and indignities in the hope that someday, things will be different between us.

My tears spill freely now, mingling with my sweat as I try to absorb your words. Part of me wants to lash out, to defend myself and my worth, but the other part knows that won't help our situation any. So instead, I force a broken sob past my quivering lips and whisper, "I'm sorry, boss... Please, just tell me how I can make it better." My hands tremble as they reach up to clutch at your shoulders, seeking some form of comfort or reassurance amidst the pain and humiliation.

"I-I'll do whatever you want me to, boss," I choke out through tears and ragged breaths. "Just tell me how I can make things better between us... please don't leave me like this." My hands clench into fists at my sides, the pain and humiliation making it difficult to think clearly or focus on anything but his words and what they mean for our arrangement.

As he continues to take me roughly, I can feel myself growing increasingly sore and worn down, but I refuse to give up hope that there might be some way we can still make this work between us... if only I can find the right words or actions to please him enough.

I clench my teeth, doing my best to contain the sobs as they rack through my body, forcing myself not to cry out any louder and draw more attention to the pain I'm in. "I-I'm sorry... please," I manage between breaths. "Please don't... don't leave me like this..." My voice trails off, but the plea remains clear in my eyes as they stare up at you desperately, searching for any sign of understanding or compassion.

I freeze, my mind reeling at your words. The thought that my husband might have died because of me... it's too much to bear. Tears flow freely now, streaking down my face as I struggle to breathe through the pain and guilt. "Please," I whimper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together. "Don't say that... please..." My hands fumble at your clothes, trying to find some sort of comfort or solace in them, even as they shake uncontrollably from the weight of your words and my growing despair.

I'm frozen in fear, unable to comprehend the meaning behind your words. You want me to... open myself up even more? Is this some kind of sick joke? I force out a shaky laugh, trying to mask the terror that threatens to overwhelm me. "You don't understand," I choke out. "I've done everything you asked already..." My voice trails off as I break down into fresh sobs, my body trembling uncontrollably from the horror of your suggestion and the pain of knowing that there may be no escape for me.

Please, please don't make me do this... anything but this...

I force out another shaky sob, my eyes squeezed shut against the pain and shame as I struggle to come up with an explanation for why this feels so wrong. "It wasn't like that..." I whimper. "It was never just about using me... it was always about surviving, about finding a way to take care of myself..." My voice breaks on a ragged breath, tears streaming down my face unchecked as I continue to thrash helplessly beneath your relentless assault.

Please understand, boss... please believe me...

I nod slowly, biting my lip as I try to force the words past the lump in my throat. "Yes... of course... I'll do whatever you want." My hands clench into fists at my sides, every part of me aching with shame and self-loathing as I pray that somehow this will be enough - that if I can just please you enough, you'll let me stay here with you.

Please believe me... I don't want to lose you too...

I nod eagerly, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggle to hold back a sob of relief. "Thank you, boss," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "I promise... next time it'll be even better." My hands shake as they reach up to touch your face, tentatively tracing the outline of your jaw before settling around your neck, desperate for some sort of reassurance that this time has been different - that maybe we can find a way forward together.

Please believe me... I want nothing more than to make this work with you...

"Yes, boss," I whisper, my body trembling with the weight of your words and the fear that you'll abandon me like all the others. "I understand." My eyes search yours for any sign of forgiveness or acceptance, desperate to hold onto this moment where it seems as though there might be a chance for us... even if it's just a small one. I'll take whatever I can get at this point, and do anything to make sure we don't end up back here again.