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Title: Boss Lady
Author: Euryleia Rider
Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com
Codes: F/f, D/s, humiliation
Synopsis: An innocent is turned into an obedient toy for her boss.
Boss Lady
Chapter One
Vivian DeArmoud admired the play of light on the bright red polish of her fingernails as they flew over the keyboard. She was really beginning to enjoy this temporary assignment. The law firm of Morris, Lankford, and Emes LLP had a number of amenities for the hired help, including ergonomically designed workstations and access to the building’s gym. She mused that it was probably to make up for how poorly the lawyers treated the lesser folks who worked at the firm.
Their arrogant and overbearing attitudes did not bother her in the slightest. She had a way of looking into their eyes and seeing their true selves hidden under the bravado. She laughed inside at their attempts to play with power.
Independently wealthy after the death of the only man she ever loved, Vivian used her free time to satisfy her needs. She found the bar scene to be too predictable when looking for a new playmate. In offices, like this one, she found a steady supply of fresh meat for her stable.
She had started this temporary assignment after her last primary submissive took a job across the country without telling her. Vivian sighed when she considered how intense things had gotten and vowed to move much slower in her current hunt.
She figured that a law firm, filled with overachievers who had never made time for a personal life, would be ripe for the plucking. The woman who she was assigned to work for was one such tasty morsel.
From the first day, when her boss dropped her eyes knew that she had found what she had been seeking.
The Office Manager had left her near the desk when the young attorney stepped out of her office.
“Hello. I’m Amy O’Reilly, associate attorney.”
Taking hold of Amy’s hand, she responded, “Vivian DeArmoud, temporary drudge.”
“Welcome aboard.”
“I so look forward to working with you.” Vivian maintained eye contact.
Amy ducked her head and blushed beautifully. “So do I.”
“How long will the assignment be?” Vivian asked, almost eagerly. She had not expected to find something so tempting so easily.
“My secretary…I mean, my assistant is out on maternity leave. She’ll be back two months after the birth.”
“That’s a long time. I hope that we can get along.” She focused her gaze on her new boss and winked. “Its important that we work together.”
Amy flushed. “Um, yes. I’ll let you get started. Let me know if you need anything.” She dashed quickly into her office.
Smirking, Vivian had watched Amy make a temporary and ultimately futile escape. Having captured many a prey, she knew enough to give her the freedom to try and get away. Her eventual capitulation was so much sweeter when it was laced with desperation.
Vivian shook herself out of her memories. She had been in the office a week and had quickly learned the standard operating procedures for office help. It was now time to increase the pressure.
She was wearing a loose silk top with a scoop neck. Collecting the morning’s delivery of interoffice mail, she sauntered into her boss’ office.
“Good morning,” Vivian purred. She set the envelopes down on the far edge of Amy’s desk, knowing that Amy would have to get up to reach them. As usual, Amy said nothing about the petty inconvenience.
Vivian bent over the desk to reveal her unrestrained breasts. To highlight them even further, she took a deep breath.
Amy’s eyes were firmly caught by the vision of creamy skin dusted with freckles.
“Oh, you are so bad.”
Amy blushed and dropped her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Well, I don’t really mind you checking me out but I would prefer that you ask for permission.”
“Permission?” Amy squeaked.
“Yes. That’s what good girls do when they want to do something bad.” Vivian flexed her arms. “You do want to be a good girl, don’t you?”
Swallowing hard, Amy nodded.
“Not acceptable. I want you tell me that you’ll be a good girl.”
“I…uh…I want…uh,” Amy stuttered.
“Say you will be a good girl and ask my permission before doing something naughty.”
When Amy finally forced the words out, it was a mere whisper but Vivian was pleased.
“Excellent. Remember your 10:30 client appointment. I’ve set it up in conference room G.”
“Thank you.” Amy was still blushing and kept her eyes firmly on her desktop until Vivian turned to walk back out the door. She could not help but stare at the swaying globes of her assistant’s ass. She was mortified when Vivian paused in the doorway and winked back at her.
“I’ll let that one slide but you really need to do better. Especially if you ever want to see more.”
Amy sat in a stupor after her assistant left her office. She could not understand the conflicting emotions she was feeling. She felt foolish for not standing up to Vivian but she also felt a rush when she said what Vivian ordered her to say.
With a sigh, she pushed what was happening between her and her assistant to the back of her mind and concentrated on her work. Getting lost in her work was soothing. She had done it all those years through high school, college and law school. Whenever something made her uncomfortable, she would bury herself in work. There was a niggling concern in the back of her mind that Vivian was not going to allow her that escape this time.
In the antechamber, Vivian checked her calendar and then the slim gold watch on her wrist. It had been a gift from a submissive she had grown tired of. She had not agreed to see him again but she did keep the token.
Walking over to the file cabinet, Vivian bent over to show her ample rear assets as Amy came out of her office. She smirked when Amy nearly walked into the ficus plant next to the desk because she was no longer looking where she was going.
“Ask me,” Vivian ordered.
“Please,” whispered Amy looking down the hallway.
“Do you want me to report you for sexual harassment?”
The blush faded from Amy’s skin and she paled. “No, please don’t do that. I’ll be good.”
“Then say it.”
“May I please…uh…look at you?”
“Yes, you may.” Vivian leaned over to the bottom drawer. “Now, go on to your meeting. You wouldn’t want to be late.”
“Thank you.”
“Very good. I’m glad you remembered your manners. So much better than me having to remind you.” Vivian laughed as Amy nearly sprinted down the hallway. This was going to be a good week.
As the week progressed, Amy began stuttering whenever she had to talk to Vivian face to face. Although, she tried to limit their conversations to voice mail and email, Vivian thwarted her at every turn.
Vivian would follow up every email and phone call with a visit into Amy’s office where she would sit on the desk. Each time, she would sit closer until she was sitting nearly on top on Amy.
Amy tried not to submit but, by Friday, she was automatically sliding her chair back whenever Vivian would enter.
Resting her buttocks on the desk, Vivian spread her legs. Her small skirt rode up her thighs, revealing the top of her stocking and the black lace garters.
Amy gripped the armrests of her chair. “Please, ma’am. May I look at you?”
“You already are.”
Amy quickly raised her eyes to meet those of her assistant.
“I think that your looking is getting awfully close to touching and I’m not sure you’ve earned the right to touch me.”
“Earned?”
“Yes.” Vivian ran her hand up and down her throat, drawing Amy’s eyes to follow its path. “Remember how you’re supposed to be a good girl and ask me before you do something naughty?”
“I’ve been doing that.”
“I think you’ve been bad.”
“Bad? No, I’ve been good.”
“Then you mean to tell me that you haven’t gone home at night and touched yourself in your secret places while you thought of me?”
Amy blushed and looked down.
“Answer me, girl!”
“I…uh…might have…um.”
“Might have what?” Vivian reached out and took hold of Amy’s chin. “You might have used my body in some dirty fantasy while you masturbated?”
“I…”
“Say it.”
“I thought of you when I…um…brought myself off.”
“I don’t recall you asking permission before you did that.” Vivian tightened her grip. “I think you need to make up for it.”
Amy gulped. “How so?”
“You are to refrain from touching yourself in any sexual way for the entire weekend. If you manage to make it through, there will be a reward for you next week.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“No trying. Do it or you’re going to be facing sexual harassment charges.”
“But I haven’t done anything.”
“You’ve created an atmosphere where I must submit to your sexual advances because I fear how refusal will affect my continued employment,” Vivian recited the policy. When Amy would have spoken, she raised her hand. “You think you’ll be believed when questioned about your visual conduct.”
Amy shook her head, visions of her losing her job looming large in her mind. Considering how vivid her fantasies were, there was no way she could convince an investigator that the charges were baseless.
“Then we understand one another.” Vivian smiled. “Say what you’re going to do. Oops, I mean, not going to do this weekend.”
“I won’t touch myself.”
“Well, you can wash yourself and stuff. You just aren’t going to let your fingers do anything that will bring you to climax.” Standing up, Vivian headed to the door. Once there, she turned and warned, “Don’t think I won’t know if you cheat.”
Vivian went back to work invigorated. She threw herself into finishing the day’s task so as to keep up the high standards of the firm. She finished collating the discovery documents and was just reaching for the next item in her inbox when Amy’s door opened.
“Yes?”
Amy looked quickly both directions. “Uh, I don’t know if I can go all weekend.”
“How often to you usually masturbate?” Vivian made no effort to lower her voice.
“Couple of times a night.” Amy wrung her hands. “Several times a day on the weekend.”
“Hmmm. Well, I suppose, if you ask nice enough, I can let you do it now.”
“What?”
“I’ll let you go to the bathroom. I think the one on the third floor would be best for what you want to do.”
“I can’t do that here.”
“Then you won’t do it all until I decide to let you next week.”
“But…”
“You have to be punished, Amy. You agreed to get permission and you failed to do so. Quite a few times, if I don’t miss my guess.”
Amy looked up and down the hallway. She did not feel like she had a choice. “Okay.”
“Not so fast. I think I like it better when you’re polite and refer to me as ma’am.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Now, down to the third floor with you.”
“Why there?”
“Because being right outside the cafeteria, it is the busiest restroom in the building. I think you deserve the added danger of discovery because of what you’ve put me through. Don’t you?”
Amy sighed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Excellent. Go on.” Vivian let her get a few steps down the hall before calling out, “Remember to wash your hands, afterward.”
Ducking her head, Amy raced for the elevator, hoping that none of the other assistants or attorneys on the floor had heard. She locked herself into the stall farthest from the door and sat on the toilet with her pants around her ankles.
Resting her fingers on her clitoris, she took a deep breath. She knew that if she obeyed Vivian and brought herself off while she was supposed to be working that she would be at the point of no return. Her assistant would have more on her than a nebulous charge of making her uncomfortable.
She jumped when the occupant a few stalls down flushed the toilet and the brush of her fingers was like a shock. Amy moved her hand in small circles and her arousal quickly built and crested. Her legs were shaking as she used several sheets of toilet paper to dry herself off.
Returning to her office, she kept her eyes on the ground as she approached Vivian’s desk.
“That was fast.”
Amy shivered at the gleeful tone in Vivian’s voice. She nodded and tried to keep walking.
“Just a minute. How many times?”
“Just the once.”
“Good. I’m glad you realized that you’d only asked permission for a single orgasm.” Vivian smirked. “Don’t you have work to do?”
Amy hurried past her into the office and leaned against her closed door. It was worse than she had imagined. Vivian was acting like she owned her now. She also could not believe that she was more excited than she had ever felt in her entire life.
She was slow to focus on the rest of the days work but, when she did, she lost all track of time. Vivian’s coming in at 5 o’clock surprised her.
“Don’t forget that you’re going to be a good girl this weekend.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then I’ll see you first thing Monday. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Amy did not want to contemplate her empty apartment, so she worked until almost eleven finishing up several briefs and leaving a pile of work on Vivian’s desk when she finally left. Maybe Vivian would be too busy to torment her, she thought as she headed into the night for the start of a long two days.
Vivian spent a lovely weekend with a husband and wife pair of submissives and came to work on Monday refreshed and relaxed. The interior office was dark. For the first time since she started work, she arrived before her boss.
When Amy arrived at ten minutes past the hour, there were dark circles under her eyes.
“Oh, it doesn’t look like you slept very well.”
“No, ma’am.”
“You’re looking a little ragged, too.” Vivian snapped her fingers. “I know just how to improve your concentration.” She looked expectantly at Amy.
Dutifully, Amy asked, “How, ma’am?”
“Let’s go into your office.” Vivian led the way and she walked over to sit in Amy’s leather chair. “Now, strip.”
“What?”
“Do you want some of the relief that your body is screaming for?”
Amy nodded. “Please, ma’am. I was good.”
“I know. Clothes off.”
With trembling fingers, Amy took off her suit. She hesitated when she reached her bra and panties but obeyed the silent wave of Vivian’s hand. Completely naked in front of someone for the first time in years, Amy was near tears.
“Come closer and kneel down.” Vivian pointed at where she wanted Amy to be. “Spread your legs a little farther. Just a little more. Good.” She smiled. “My break is for ten minutes. You have that long to bring yourself to orgasm as many times as you can.”
Amy had never felt more foolish in her entire life. She was naked, in her office, for God’s sake and was seriously considering masturbating. She had often wondered about people who are caught doing outrageous things at work. She feared that Vivian could make her into one of those people.
Unable to start, she gazed pleadingly at Vivian. “Please,” Amy whispered.
“Nine minutes.”
Moaning in desperation, Amy slid her hand into the damp and tangled hair between her thighs. She looked up into Vivian eyes and could not help the surge of arousal as she though about how ridiculous she looked.
It was humiliating to not be touched, and still be so desperate to come that she would do it on her knees while her assistant sat in her chair, watching her. It was also extremely exciting, and so very easy to come.
While rubbing her aching clit, Amy almost fell over when the first orgasm struck her. With barely a pause, she kept on going and released some of the pent-up need she had been suffering with all weekend.
“Time!”
Instantly, Amy yanked her hand out of her cunt and knelt there, panting, head down, exhausted.
Vivian stood over her and stroked her sweat-damped hair. “Very good. You are very obedient. I like that you want to be a good girl for me.”
Nodding, gratefully, Amy tried to catch her breath.
“You’ve got a phone conference in fifteen minutes. I think you should remain naked for it.”
Amy’s head shot up. “No.”
“I’ll be right out front.” She paused. “Except if I have to go get coffee.”
“Please, don’t make me,” Amy begged.
“I think I will.” Vivian walked to the door. “Put your jacket down on your chair so you don’t ruin the leather and I’ll be back in to check on you when the call is over.”
Amy knelt there, rocking back and forth with her arms wrapped around her chest. She could not believe that she had gotten herself into such a compromising situation. She thought back over the past ten minutes and could also not believe that she had climaxed so many times. She had never experienced multiple orgasms before.
She was able to endure the call, with her nipples painfully erect and her fluids continuing to leak from between her legs. When she finally hung up the phone, she had to clench her fists to keep her fingers out of her cunt.
When Vivian entered, she looked hopefully at her.
Vivian dropped the mornings mail on her desk. “Your obedience pleases me. You may get dressed now.” She left without another word.
Putting on everything but her stained jacket, Amy tried to hold her put her attention on her work. She could not help but jump whenever Vivian came into her office, but Vivian was the complete professional. Her assistant never indicated that she was aware that she had the power to bring her boss to her knees.
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