For ten years now, we've both had the sex life we've always wanted.

I'm still testing how far I could go with this stupid, perverted piece of shit. When I found him online, I told him I couldn't take him home. I'm married, have a family, and seek nothing more than to satisfy my sexual needs, fantasies, and sadistic kinks.

I proposed that he work at my company, to be my "employee", but also my sex slave, and he accepted.

He's been here with me for almost ten years! He doesn't leave the company. I set up a small room in the back for him to sleep in, and I lock him there on weekends. During the week, he works like any other company secretary; customers and suppliers have no idea what a bitch this bastard is, only my employees know.

They respect my agreement with the idiot; they know it's consensual and between adults. Their lives have improved since he arrived, and they also take advantage of the situation and respect my family's secrets.

I always treat him the way he and I like: brutally and humiliatingly. I usually slap him in the face, humiliatingly scold him, and shout short orders. He obeys and endures everything silently and submissively. 

Sometimes, even during work hours, I order him to suck me off, fuck him on the desk, or piss in his mouth. He always accepts and obeys my orders readily. Sometimes he does this in front of my employees, and no one else finds it strange or bothers them.

But every day, at the end of the workday, he comes to my office to be spanked. Sometimes I invite other employees of mine to join us for fun. Some of them really enjoy brutally beating the piece of shit; they bring heavy whips and whip him until his arms are exhausted.

Some of them like to fuck, others to get blowjobs, and the piece of shit does everything I tell him to do, always obeying and enduring everything without complaint, barely moaning under the most violent lashes.

After the beatings, we all leave. The faggot tidies up the office, cleaning up all the blood and cum splattered on the walls and carpet. Then he has dinner, showers, and goes to sleep in the company's little room.

He's never asked for any payment; his thrill is being my slave. He's afraid that one day I'll get tired of him and send him away. He does everything he can to please me and show me how happy he is with the life he has.

I confess that I'm also happy to have him. I'm calmer, happier, and more satisfied. My family and friends say I've improved a lot over the years. I have the sex life I always wanted.