[F4M] Being humiliated and degraded in the workforce.

If it wasn't obvious from my title I enjoy playing characters who are humiliated and degraded they buckles to the pressure and submits to her tormentor.

Some of my kinks and limits are below. There are too many nuances to them that just a list doesn't do it justice, but it is a starting point. I'm looking for partners who want to discuss their kinks and creature a collaborative story. I only use Discord.

Kinks: Humiliation, degradation, shame, average characters, sizeplay, non-typical pairings, incest, bestiality, sweat, musk, authority figures, wordplay, petplay, puns, facials, political/religious divisions.

Limits: One-liners, poor writing, step-incest, aunts, submissive men, femdom, messy scat/vomit, sexualizing blood, playing as sluts/whores/prostitutes, porn logic, onlyfans/sexworkers, nudes-as-blackmail, "limitless" people, people with no ideas of their own, generic ideas, Real life hookups/information (This will be an immediate block and it does include your post history).

With that out of way here's an idea to get a general sense my writing.

I tugged on my work shirt once again, it had shrunk considerably in the wash, but the local food place I worked at required it and wouldn't provide any new ones, they said they were on back order. I certainly wasn't the smallest girl around but I sighed, tugging the shirt that was once again riding up. Exposing the soft muffin top to the customers as I blushed. Pulling the waist band of my pants too up to try and hide away my shame. I knew it wouldn't last. I sighed as I served guests their food. Leaning over to hand out plates. My breasts straining in the shirt as I accidentally knocked over water, or hit someone in the head from time to time. Moo's came from the tables of particularly cruel guests from time to time. But there was nothing else I could do. No other place in town was hiring. I just had to suck it up, maybe one day I could get out.

But it wasn't today, the late shift had called out. They apparently had more important things to do. I sighed, letting the cook know that'd just be me again tonight. He didn't seem to mind. At least it was slow, after the dinner rush things were a bit easier. The cook called me back. "Hey, I'm headed out for a smoke break." I knew I had to follow, no one was in the shop. As the cook lit up his cigarette I slumped down to my knees. Fishing out his cock as it stirred and pointed straight at me. I sighed again. I hated working at my families restaurant.