New Job, New Life as as Sissy Slut

Spank. Yelp. "One." He got up to nine and then informed me that I didn't thank him after each one. Spank. Yelp. "One. Thank you." He got up to nine again and then informed me that I didn't address him after each one. Spank. Yelp. "One. Thank you, Sir!" Finally he reached ten, then he shoved me off his knees and onto the floor, where I lay in a quivering heap.

"Thank you, Sir, for the punishment. It won't happen again," was all I could manage.

"Get your ass off my floor and pull up your pants. Your money is on the table in the hall. Also, I've been thinking. . ." His voice trailed off. Uh oh. "Since you are basically my maid, I think you should start wearing a uniform. When you get here, let yourself in. Your uniform for the day will be on the couch in the living room. You will put it on and present yourself to me for my approval. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Good. Now get out of here." My head was swimming. A uniform? Was I basically going to be his butler? I had to wait a week to find out.

When I arrived the next week I let myself in and walked into the living room. On the couch was a pair of red lace panties. That was it. What the hell? Was I supposed to wear only those, or was I supposed to put them on under the clothes I was wearing? I didn't hear him enter the room.

"Well, why aren't you in uniform?" he growled. He did not seem in a very good mood.

"Um. . ." was all I could manage.

"You have thirty seconds to get out of your clothes and into your uniform." Well that answered that question. However, I stood frozen, not computing what he was telling me. "Now you have twenty seconds," he said, looking at his watch. I fumbled with my clothes; when I went to untie my shoe, it knotted. Of course. It took at least a minute for me to stand before him wearing the panties.

"Sorry, Sir," I mumbled, averting my eyes by looking at the floor. He walked around behind me and fondled my ass, which made my cock twitch and get a little hard.