She worked at the boutique furniture showroom, and she was good at her job. Part of her job was sales, and part of it was to provide feedback to the workshop crafters on how to make a more attractive product.
The workplace was a bit strange, but then all sellers of handcrafted furniture were a bit eccentric. That was part of their charm. So it didn’t really bother her that all the other salesgirls were pretty and big-titted, just like she was. Nor did she think too much about the special late-night showings for richer collectors. Only the senior salesgirls attended these events, so she hadn’t been herself yet, but she imagined they involved champagne and cheese. Often salesgirls stopped turning up to work after these events. She was told these girls had made enormous sales to very wealthy clients, and had been able to retire from the commission. She hoped one day to have the same luck.
Every day at lunch, the showroom held a motivational training presentation. The girls shuffled into a cramped little room adjoining the workshop and were shown a film, to help them be better salesgirls. She could never remember exactly what the film consisted of – there was a fuzzy spot in her mind where it should be – but luckily she took notes to help her remember. She couldn’t really enunciate what the notes said either, but looking at them made her feel happy and motivated.
Her housemate had been cruel about her notes once. He had found them sitting on a bench, and had asked her about her contents. ”This whole notebook is just filled with degrading babble,” he had said. ”You’ve written ‘dumb slut, big tits, good furniture, obedient whore, happy titslave, stupid fucktoy’ – and it goes on like this.”
She had replied indignantly that it said no such thing, even if she couldn’t quite focus on the pages to tell him what they *did* say. She had pouted and remonstrated with him and in the end she had had to suck his cock to make him shut up. That was odd to her. Wasn’t this a slutty thing to do? She wouldn’t have thought she would contemplate such a solution, but as she knelt with his cock in her mouth she felt oddly content. Dumb slut, she thought to herself happily. Big tits. Good furniture.
Soon after that she started participating in special sessions each day after her motivational film, where she assisted the workshop in testing new products. There was a desk, that they had her bend over at the waist, and raise her skirt and lower her panties, like she was about to be spanked. She wiggled her ass happily and tried to think of good feedback, and ended up suggesting that it might be even better if there were little clamps attached to the desk to hold her in place by her nipples.
She tried out a range of wooden chairs that had dildos sticking out of them. She happily lowered herself onto each one, feeling privileged to be a part of the creative process. Some of the dildos fit into her cunt. Others were designed to impale her anus. They felt so good that it started to feel wrong to sit in regular chairs. She bought one of the final products to take home with her so she could sit like a good slut at home as well. Her housemate by this stage was fucking her regularly and without her consent, so he made no comment.
Her cunt started feeling empty and wrong when it wasn’t penetrated. She asked her manager if she could have a dildo inside her at work. He gave her a special one with a wide base. If she could train her cunt to hold it inside her while standing, she would be able to fuck against it in her spare moments just by sitting down or backing up against a wall. This had the advantage of not requiring her to touch her cunt, because as she was beginning to understand, her cunt was not her own, but rather the property of the store.
Her manager told her she had a test coming up, and if she passed it she could start working the late-night sales. She giggled happily at the news, and, at the manager’s suggestion, paired up with another big-titted salesgirl to study. Studying would involve the two of them going to her home, stripping naked, and rubbing their pussies against each other as they scissored, while reading each other their study notes. ”Silly giggly bitch,” she would gasp happily. ”Big slutty fuckmelons. Good girl. Obedient cocksucker. Playful little cuntlicker. Good furniture. Pretty decoration.” And after they made each other cum, her housemate would pick one or the other of them to rape, and they would obediently let him.
The test, when it came, was in the room where they normally watched the film. The small selection of girls taking it stripped naked, worked dildos into their pussies, and then stared at the piece of paper in front of them. There were only three questions.
The first was “Name”. She thought hard. This was a tricky one. She was sure she used to know the answer to this. In the end, she wrote down “Silly Giggly Bitch”. It looked right. She had written it in pink pen, and she turned all the dots on the “i”s into little love hearts, and then drew some stars around it.
The second was “List three reasons you deserve to be raped”. This one was easy, so she wrote down, “1) Am a girl. 2) Big slutty tits. 3) Fun for men.” Thinking about being raped made her horny, so she bounced on her dildo a little and drew a picture of herself being fucked next to her answer.
The third was long and hard. It started with the words, “I agree that I am the exclusive property of Weatherill Woodwork Incorporated (the Owner) and that my body, possessions and sexual services are exclusively the right of the Owner to use, sell, rent or lease to such other persons…”
She didn’t want to read all that, so she skipped to the end, where it said “Write X here (signature)”. She drew an X, delighted that she had got the answer right. She sat and bounced on her dildo until the manager and two men from the workshop came in. He inspected the tests, announced that all the girls had passed, and then each of the girls received a load of cum in their mouths from one of the men as a reward. Afterwards, the manager had a new nametag made for her that said “Silly Giggly Bitch”, which he told her she should wear at all times outside of regular work hours, including in public and when visiting friends. She was delighted and proud.
From that point on, she started attending the late night sales with all the other girls who had passed their tests. And here she finally understood her real purpose. She wasn’t here to sell the furniture – she *was* the furniture. A silly big-titted bimbo like herself was only fit to be decoration.
Each girl would arrange herself sexually across a piece of furniture, and the wealthy clientele at these events would use and fuck the girls, and sometimes if they liked a girl enough, they would buy her, and she would leave with them as their property. Each night she would bend over a desk to be spanked and fucked, or impale herself on a dildo chair, or lie on her back on a dinner table so men could eat food off her tits, or crouch on all fours with her back flat so she could be used as a footrest or a coffee table.
Sometimes she remembered the girl she had been when she started working here, who would have been horrified and humiliated to display herself in this fashion, but that girl hadn’t understood she was a Silly Giggly Bitch. That girl had disobedient tits and was bad furniture. She felt ashamed that she had been that girl. She went home each night now with cum on her face or leaking from her pussy, often completely forgetting to put her clothes back on, and she was delighted with her life, only hoping that some day she would be a good enough decoration that someone would buy her.
Her lucky day finally came as she squatted in a bathtub, tits out, legs spread. She was very proud that she had her dildo in her pussy, because it was hard to hold things in her pussy while squatting and she had had to practice a lot to develop that skill. She felt like a very good slut indeed.
A man came over, and inquired of the manager whether she would make a good bath slave. The manager assured the customer that she would, that her tits made good sponges and that she was very obedient. The customer squeezed her tits painfully to check, while she held still like a good decoration.
“Will I have to pay her any attention?” he asked.
“Not at all,” said the manager. ”She can sleep in your bathtub, and use it to keep herself clean. Just put a bowl of dog food on the bathroom floor each morning and she’ll look after herself.”
“Does she lick cunts?” the customer said. ”My wife is absolutely mortified and humiliated by the idea of engaging in lesbian sex. I think it would be entertaining to tell her she needs to have her cunt and ass cleaned by the bath slave’s tongue each morning.”
“Answer the man, Bitch,” said the manager, and so she obediently said, “I am a playful little cuntlicker, sir.”
“Excellent,” said the customer. ”I’ll buy her. Put her in a box and have her shipped to my apartment.”
And those were the happiest words that Silly Giggly Bitch had ever heard. They made her so happy she orgasmed then and there on the spot. She had finally found her place in life, and she would never have to be that unhappy, disobedient girl who had first worked here again…
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Her job was to sell furniture - until she realised that she was the object on display...