Kaitlin is a 28 yr old financial manager in a male dominated firm. She hates the sexist men that work there as they subtly demean her frequently. She is a self proclaimed feminist but also has a secret submissive side fueled by the arousal she receives when humiliated. She is presented with a unique opportunity by one of the dominant men she met on Fetlife - she must humiliate herself at work by wearing slutty outfits and giving blowjobs to the janitorial staff until the men at her company report her to HR and fire her. She must then get a job as a stripper at the place where all the company men go and further humiliate herself for their entertainment. The man on fetlife is wealthly, and promises her $5 million dollars if she succeeds in completing her own downfall within a month. The caveat is that she must secure a 1 year contract at the strip club first, so even with her newfound wealth she must still humiliate herself in front of the men she hates the most.

Chapter 1: Introduction

My fingers skimmed across my laptop as I waited for Fetlife to load. The webpage slid open like a dark closet, cloaked secrets and wicked desires hanging inside like ghostly apparitions. I opened the messenger, my pulse beating quick and fast in my throat.

When I'd first set up my account a year ago, I never thought it would come to this: a chance at $5 million, the ultimate revenge against all the sexist men pigs at my office, and an opportunity to embrace the humiliating submission my body craved.

I had always considered myself a feminist warrior, fighting against the patriarchy and standing tall in my man's world of suits and deals. But every now and again, I needed to release my inner submissive—the beacon that couldn't be snuffed out no matter how hard I tried to disguise it with power suits and professional demeanor.

And that's when he found me.

The mysterious Dom hovered in the shadows, watching me with eyes that seemed to pierce right through my soul.

His profile was sparse, just a black silhouette and a username: **MasterX**. No bio, no picture—just a blank canvas waiting for me to project my fantasies onto.

**MasterX**: *You're new here, aren't you, Kitten?*

I hesitated before typing back, my heart pounding in my chest. I'd chosen 'KittyKat' as my username, a playful nod to my hidden nature. It felt strange, being called out like that, exposed within this vast, anonymous playground.

I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

**KittyKat**: *New enough. Why, does it show?*

His response was immediate, confident.

**MasterX**: *Your profile screams inexperience. It's refreshing.*

I bristled at his words, my competitive spirit flaring. I wasn't one to back down from a challenge, even if it was hidden behind a screen.

**KittyKat**: *Refreshing, huh? Maybe I'm just good at hiding things.*

**MasterX**: *Perhaps. But I have a knack for seeing past facades.

And yours, KittyKat, is as transparent as glass. You're a woman of power, used to calling the shots. Yet, there's a part of you that longs to give up control, to be dominated, humiliated even."

My cheeks flushed hot, his words striking a chord deep within me. How could he see through me so easily?

**KittyKat**: *And what if there is? What's it to you?*

**MasterX**: *It intrigues me. I have a proposition for you, KittyKat.

One that will satisfy both your need for power and your hidden desires. Are you interested?

I swallowed hard, my curiosity piqued. This was uncharted territory, but then again, so was the thrill coursing through my veins.

**KittyKat**: *What kind of proposition?*

**MasterX**: *One that involves you humiliating yourself in public, in front of those who underestimate you. In return, I'll make it worth your while.*

I raised an eyebrow, despite him not being able to see me. Bold and to the point, I liked that.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen, my mind racing.

**KittyKat**: *How much are we talking about here?*

**MasterX**: *$5 million. Consider it a reward for your bravery and a test of your resolve.*

My breath hitched. Five million dollars. That amount could change everything – my life, my career, my future. It could be the key to finally breaking free from the glass ceiling that held me back, and the perfect middle finger to the misogynistic pigs at my office.

But at what cost? Public humiliation was one thing, but this...

this was something else entirely. I bit my lip, considering the offer. The money was tempting, but the thought of exposing myself like that, of giving up control... it sent shivers down my spine.

**KittyKat**: *That's a lot of zeros. What exactly do you want me to do?*

**MasterX**: *First, you'll perform a task at your workplace. Something that will leave no doubt about your submissive nature. Then, you'll put on a show at a local strip club.

Nothing too extreme, just enough to make you squirm."

I felt a surge of heat between my legs at the thought. The idea of exposing myself like that, of being watched, judged...it was terrifying yet exhilarating.

**KittyKat**: *And what if I refuse?*

**MasterX**: *Refusal isn't an option, Kitten. You've already agreed to consider my proposal.*

I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see me. Typical dominant behavior, always having the upper hand.

**KittyKat**: *Fine. But I want details.

I won't agree to anything without knowing exactly what I'm getting into.

**MasterX**: *Understood. Let's start with your workplace. I want you to wear a revealing outfit - nothing too provocative, just enough to catch some attention. A short skirt, a low-cut blouse. Nothing you wouldn't wear on a night out, but certainly not appropriate for the office.*

I felt a pang of unease. While I wasn't exactly conservative in my dress, I did have standards. And wearing something like that to work would definitely raise eyebrows.

Especially among the men who loved to remind me that I was just a "little lady" in their big, bad world.

**KittyKat**: *And what if someone recognizes me?*

**MasterX**: *That's the point, Kitten. You want them to see you, to know that you're not just another uptight suit. Besides, a little risk adds to the excitement, don't you think?*

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my palms growing sweaty. The thrill of the unknown was intoxicating, and I found myself wanting more.

I took a deep breath, my fingers trembling slightly as I typed out my next message.

**KittyKat**: *Alright, I'll do it. But only because I'm curious to see how far you're willing to take this.*

**MasterX**: *Excellent. I must warn you, however, that once we begin, there's no turning back. You'll be mine to command, and you'll follow my instructions to the letter.*

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. There was something incredibly sexy about surrendering control, even if it was just for a little while.

I'd spent years building walls around myself, proving that I was just as capable as any man in my field. But now, with MasterX, I could let go of that armor, if only for a moment.

**KittyKat**: *Understood. So, what's my first task?*

**MasterX**: *Tomorrow, I want you to wear a red lace thong underneath your business attire. Nothing else.*

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. That was tame compared to what I'd expected.

**KittyKat**: *That's it?

Just a thong?*

**MasterX**: *For now. Consider it a warm-up. I want you to feel the fabric against your skin all day, a constant reminder of your submission. And remember, no pantyhose or stockings. I want your legs bare, your skin exposed.*

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, already feeling the phantom touch of the lace against my most intimate parts. The thought of walking around the office like that, knowing I was practically naked beneath my clothes, sent a wave of heat between my legs.

I couldn't believe I was actually considering this, but the promise of $5 million was a powerful motivator. Plus, there was something undeniably exciting about the idea of playing with fire, of pushing the boundaries of my comfort zone.

**MasterX**: *And KittyKat?*

**KittyKat**: *Yes?*

**MasterX**: *No touching yourself tonight. You're not allowed to come until I say so.*

I felt a jolt of surprise at his words. No orgasms? That was going to be difficult, especially with the way my body was already responding to our conversation.

But I knew better than to disobey him, not if I wanted to see this through. No touching myself tonight.*

**MasterX**: *Good girl. Now, tell me, what's your office like? Describe it to me.*

I paused, taken aback by his request. What did my office have to do with anything?

**KittyKat**: *Why does that matter?*

**MasterX**: *Humor me, Kitten.

I want to paint a picture in my mind.*

I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I glanced around my office. It was sleek and modern, much like the rest of the building that housed our male-dominated firm. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city skyline, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting long, dramatic shadows across the concrete jungle.

**KittyKat**: *It's a corner office, with a desk made of polished mahogany. Behind it, a bookshelf filled with law texts and industry reports.

To my left, a small seating area with a plush couch and two armchairs, where I often entertained clients or colleagues. The walls were adorned with abstract art pieces, a splash of color amidst the otherwise neutral tones. A large potted plant stood sentinel in the corner, its leaves reaching out like welcoming arms.

**MasterX**: *Sounds inviting. I can almost see you sitting there, your heels kicked off, your feet tucked underneath you as you pour over documents.

Your hair, a cascade of chestnut waves, falls over your shoulders, framing your face. I imagine you biting your lower lip, a habit you have when you're deep in thought. Your eyes, they sparkle with intelligence and determination.

Tell me, Kitten, what are you wearing right now?

I hesitated, caught off guard by his question. It was innocent enough, but there was an underlying hunger in his words that made me pause.

**KittyKat**: *A black pencil skirt and a white silk blouse. Why?*

**MasterX**: *Just curious.

I like to visualize my playthings.*

I bristled at the word 'playthings,' but there was no denying the thrill it sent coursing through my veins.

**KittyKat**: *Well, I'm not your plaything. Not yet, anyway.*

**MasterX**: *Noted. But you will be, soon enough. Now, describe your blouse to me. Is it buttoned all the way up? Or are there a few tantalizing inches of cleavage on display?*

I looked down at my blouse, tracing the line of buttons with my fingertips.

I'd left the top three undone, a subtle hint of the lacy bra I wore beneath. It wasn't overly revealing, but it was enough to draw the eye, to make a man wonder what lay hidden beneath the crisp white fabric.

**KittyKat**: *Three buttons undone. Just enough to tease, but not enough to give the whole show away.*

**MasterX**: *Teasing is good. It builds anticipation. Now, tell me, Kitten, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you at work?*

I frowned, taken aback by the sudden shift in topic.

The most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me at work? That was a loaded question, one that brought forth a flood of memories, most of which involved the sexist pigs I worked with.*

**MasterX**: *Because, Kitten, I want to know what pushes your buttons. What makes you squirm. Embarrassment is a powerful tool, and I intend to use it to my advantage.*

I took a deep breath, trying to decide which mortifying incident to share. There were so many to choose from, but one stood out above the rest.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the memory.

**KittyKat**: *About a year ago, I was presenting a pitch to a potential client. I'd spent weeks preparing, knowing that this account could catapult my career to the next level. I was dressed to impress, in a tailored suit and killer heels, ready to take on the world.*

*As I stood there, clicking through my slideshow, one of the senior partners, a lecherous old goat named Thompson, decided to make a comment.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over my body like a physical touch.*

**"Nice presentation, Kaitlin," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "But maybe you should've worn something a little less...revealing. We're trying to close a deal here, not run a strip club."**

*The room fell silent, the tension palpable. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger.

I'd worked tirelessly on that pitch, and here he was, reducing it to nothing more than a cheap joke about my appearance.

**"Is that so, Thompson?" I replied, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "Because from where I'm standing, it seems like you're the one having trouble closing the deal. Maybe you should focus on the numbers instead of my wardrobe."**

The room erupted in nervous laughter, the tension broken by my retort. Thompson's face turned beet red, his jaw clenched tight. He wasn't used to being spoken to like that, especially not by a woman.

I saw him shift in his seat, his grip tightening on the armrests.

**"I run this firm, Kaitlin. Don't forget your place."**

I looked him straight in the eyes, my voice firm and unyielding. **"I know my place, Thompson. And it's not beneath you."**

The room went silent, all eyes on me and Thompson. I could feel the weight of their gazes, the tension between us like a living thing.

And then, just as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed.

The meeting continued, but the damage had been done. I could feel the eyes of my colleagues on me, their judgment sharp and unyielding. I was the woman who'd dared to stand up to Thompson, the man who ruled the firm with an iron fist.

I couldn't help but wonder if I'd made a mistake, if I'd gone too far. But deep down, I knew that I couldn't let him get away with it. I'd worked too hard to let a man like him tear me down.

I'd fought my way to the top, clawing my way past the countless roadblocks and obstacles men like Thompson had thrown in my path.

**KittyKat**: *That's just one example, but there have been so many moments like that. Men treating me like I'm second-class or trying to undermine my authority. It's exhausting.*

**MasterX**: *Of course, it is. But you've never let it stop you, have you?

You've always stood your ground, demanded respect, and proved yourself worthy of every promotion and accolade you've received."

**KittyKat**: *I try. But it's not always easy.*

**MasterX**: *I can only imagine. But you don't strike me as the type of woman who backs down from a challenge. And that's why I chose you for this task. Now, let's talk about the club.

Where do you plan to execute this show of submission?

I paused, considering my options. The city was filled with sleazy joints, places where women were objectified and exploited for the entertainment of men. I didn't want to support those establishments, not even for a cause like this. But I also knew that I couldn't pick just any run-of-the-mill strip club—I needed a place with the right atmosphere, the right vibe.

**KittyKat**: *There's a place downtown called Crimson.

It's upscale and classy, but still maintains the essence of a traditional strip club. It feels empowering, almost defiant in the way it elevates exotic dancing to an art form, rather than some seedy underground business.*

**MasterX**: *Interesting. I've heard of Crimson before. They cater to a variety of preferences, don't they?*

**KittyKat**: *Yes.

They offer private dances, as well as group performances, VIP shows, and a variety of other services. It attracts a discerning clientele, more sophisticated than the average strip club patron.*

**MasterX**: *Sounds like the perfect place for your debut. Now, what song do you want to dance to? Pick something that really reflects your essence, your spirit.*

I paused, considering his question. Music was powerful, capable of stirring emotions and igniting passions in ways that words alone couldn't.

I knew that the song I chose would be crucial, an essential piece of my performance and a reflection of who I was.

**KittyKat**: *I was thinking of "Bad Girls" by Donna Summer. It's fierce and unapologetic, just like me. What do you think?*

**MasterX**: *That's a bold choice, Kitten. But it suits you perfectly. Now, about that club... I've reconsidered your suggestion. Instead, I want you to perform at a place called the "Slut Hut".*

I raised an eyebrow at the unexpected change in plans. The Slut Hut? That was a name I'd heard whispered in hushed tones, a place that held a certain notoriety in the city. It was infamous for its sleazy atmosphere, a reputation that had only grown more prominent over the years.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the thought of performing there. "The Slut Hut? That's a big change from Crimson," I said, my voice laced with uncertainty.

"I know it seems that way, but trust me, Kaitlin. This location will serve our purposes much better," he replied, his voice smooth and reassuring. "It's the perfect place to push your boundaries and prove your submission."

I hesitated, my mind racing with questions. Why did he want me to perform at a place like that? What did he hope to gain from it? And most importantly, what would I have to do to fulfill his request?

"I don't understand. Why the change in location?

I wondered, suddenly feeling vulnerable in my own plan. "What exactly are you hoping to see from me at the Slut Hut? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that kind of setting."

MasterX sensed my hesitation and replied, "I understand your concerns, but trust me, Kaitlin. You have nothing to fear. The Slut Hut caterers to a diverse crowd, everything from high-end clientele to more discreet interests. I wouldn't put you in a position that you're too uncomfortable with.

But I assure you, this will be an experience that you'll never forget.

I took a deep breath, considering his words. The idea of performing in a place like the Slut Hut made my heart race, but it also piqued my curiosity. Was I really willing to go through with this?

Yes, I decided. I was.

I was a woman who prided herself on her strength, her independence, and her confidence. I wasn't about to back down from a challenge, especially one that promised to be as thrilling as this one.

I took a deep breath, knowing that the road ahead would be fraught with difficulties, but excited nonetheless.

**KittyKat**: *Okay, I trust you. I guess that means it's time for me to start planning.*

**MasterX**: *Indeed. You'll need to pick outfits for each event, choose the music for your performances, and prepare yourself mentally for the humiliation that's to come.*

*I felt a shiver of anticipation at the thought.

I'd always been a planner, someone who meticulously mapped out every step and prepared for every contingency. But this was different. This was something new and exciting, a chance to explore a side of myself I'd never even considered before.*

I spent the next few days researching the Slut Hut and its various offerings. I learned that the club catered to all kinds of tastes and desires, from the vanilla to the kinky, the submissive to the dominant.