A Day in the Life: Service, Smiles, and Surprises

Another day in Suite 41B of our pristine executive tower began like any other. The collar-synced directives chimed in at precisely 6:00 AM, reminding Freja and me of our schedules for the day. After a quick hygiene routine and dressing in our respective red and black slave dresses, we headed to the office. The walk down the corridor was familiar, with the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead and the muted chatter of other office slaves going about their morning routines. Our heels clicked on the polished floor as we exchanged a brief, knowing glance - today was going to be a busy day. Freja had a client presentation scheduled, which meant she’d be showcasing more than just her impeccable business acumen. Meanwhile, I had a stack of operational reports to get through and some logistics to finalize for an upcoming event. It’s amazing how efficiently we’ve learned to navigate these tasks while also preparing ourselves for the more… intimate aspects of our roles.

The morning flew by in a flurry of keyboard typing, phone calls, and discreet glances at our watches. Freja rehearsed her presentation one last time while I double-checked the projector settings in Conference Room A. Just as we were getting everything ready, our CEO (and owner), Anonymous, stopped by to remind us of the ‘special gift’ we would be offering our esteemed client today. A subtle smile played on his lips as he emphasized how crucial it was for us to make this visitor feel particularly valued. We understood perfectly what that entailed - after all, it’s not every day you get to pleasure someone as part of closing a deal. Freja’s eyes met mine for an instant; there was no need for words between us twins when it came to these situations. We’d been through them before, but each time still brought its own set of nerves and anticipation.

Anonymous ushered our client into Conference Room A right on schedule. Freja launched into her presentation with characteristic poise, her voice steady as she outlined projections and growth strategies while maintaining perfect eye contact - all with her breasts bare under her open dress and her pussy visible through its cutout bottom; just as protocol demanded for high-stakes meetings like these. I could sense her confidence growing with each slide click until it was time for… ‘the gift.’ With practiced ease, both Freja and I stepped forward together at Anonymous’s cue; there was no hesitation or reluctance from either of us because this is who we are now - office slaves designed not just to work but also serve in every sense of the word.