Boss Lady

Boss Lady

Chapter Three

Amy arrived at work the next morning looking wan and pale. She had been unable to calm herself after the incident in her office and had spent the night tossing and turning. The burning between her legs and the chaos of her thoughts drove all chance of sleep away.

The risk to her professional life from the pictures her boss now held almost paled next to the threat her continued submission was to her sense of self. She had never thought of herself in the role she found herself. How in the world had she turned into a sexual plaything for other women?

Never a very sexual person, she was now consumed with thoughts of pleasure. She was disturbed that she was obeying the order by her boss not to orgasm without permission. Handing over control of such a personal aspect seemed both alien and natural at the same time.

Sliding behind her desk, Amy quickly checked her email and then shut her system back down. With a slow pace, she made her way to the corner office. There was just a piece a wood between her and her boss and her old life and new. There was no one in the anteroom, so she knocked tentatively on the heavy oak door.

“Come in.”

Amy obeyed and she walked across the large expanse of Berber carpet to the massive desk.

“Very good. You’re on time.” Rachel pointed the area in front of her desk. “Stand there. Clasp your arms behind you.”  She waited until her directions were followed. “That is how you will present yourself to me in the office. There will be other positions that I will expect you to learn very quickly.”

“Now, you’re going to find that I’m a difficult taskmaster. While this will be hard on you physically, it might prove to be to a benefit in your professional life. I will do nothing to sabotage your work. In fact, I’m going to be appointed your mentor and I’ll be overseeing your work product.”

Amy gulped. The exacting standards of the managing partner were well known to the associates of the firm. One of the leading asset protection attorneys in the country, she had helped many a corporate executive hide millions from their shareholders. After facing down such foes as the Attorney General and the Internal Revenue Service, she had no qualms when dealing with a second year lawyer.

“You are my property. Your actions with your secretary show that you need a strong hand. I will provide the discipline you require. You answer to me. I will approve your time and the cases you get assigned. If there are any problems…well, let’s just say that there better not be any problems.”

The older attorney leaned back in her chair. “At the end of work tonight, you are to go home. Get cleaned up and put on the clothes you were planning to wear to work on Monday. Pack a small bag with the clothes that you usually wear when you work on weekends. You need bring nothing else.” Rachel paused and studied the young lawyer. “You do understand what I’m telling you, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“A driver will come to your home at 7:30 and bring you to the restaurant where you and I will have dinner.” She stared at her newest acquisition. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now get to work.” As Amy began to turn, she called out, “Stop. Don’t ever turn your back on me. Walk backwards out of my office.”

This one additional humiliation added to Amy’s feelings of submission. Always a strong-minded and resolute woman, she could not understand how quickly she was adapting to being told what to do. And not just adapting, she thought, she was get pleasure from it. As she walked, she could feel how damp her underwear was.

She went back to her office in a fog. It took a total effort of will to concentrate on her work. With her new mentor, she had to do a good job. Now, more than ever before, her work had to be beyond reproach. She felt certain that the consequences for disappointing Rachel would be dire indeed.

She finally logged off of the computer system at 6:20. That gave her just enough time to race home and get ready for her weekend. She was not sure what she was going to face this weekend but the quick speed of her pulse since her meeting with Rachel attested to her excitement.

The driver took the bag from Amy’s hand and ushered her into the dark sedan. Without a word, she drove the trembling lawyer to an upscale restaurant. At the restaurant, Rachel stopped the server from giving Amy a menu. “She doesn’t need that.”

Rachel perused the menu, while Amy attempted to slink down in her chair.

“Stop that. You should be proud to be in my presence. I won’t tolerate poor posture.”  Rachel sipped her dirty martini. “Shoulders back. Put your hands behind your back, hold your left wrist with your right hand.”

“I will generally make you restrain yourself. You will, of course, have to face the consequences of failure to stay in position.”

On the waiter’s return, Rachel ordered, in French, a meal for them both. When he left, she studied Amy for a moment. “Tonight, we are out as mentor and mentee. You may speak freely, as long as you do it respectfully.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Tell me about yourself. I know you graduated from Stanford. Tell me about it.”

Stuttering, Amy talked about the school and how it differed from her undergraduate education. She talked about her work on law review and her summer jobs with a judge, an environmental law firm.

“Why did you come back to DC?”

“I really fell in love with the town. The pace and everything.”

“That’s power, girl. You were drawn back here because this is where the power is and you crave it.”

Amy was silent as the waiter delivered a small plate of pate.  She watched her boss cut off a small piece and place it on the bread. Following her actions, Amy took her first bite of the salty appetizer.

“Ah, I do so like breaking virgins in,” Rachel said as watched Amy enjoy the new flavor. “I don’t expect that you’ll like everything I will make you do. Frankly, I’m not really that concerned about your enjoyment. However, time has shown that reward is necessary for the most effective training. You will be allowed release but only with my permission and at my whim.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You will find that just being with me, for however long I want, will greatly expand your boundaries. You will flourish professionally and learn things about yourself that you never realized.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Have some cheese. Tell me, how did you get involved in this aspect of law?”

They talked and ate for several hours. Amy did not know the names of many of the items she ate but the meal was one of the most sensory overloading experiences of her life. She found herself confessing many of her fantasies and attempts at fulfilling them to her powerful boss.

The driver was waiting outside when they came out from the meal. She held the door for the two women. Rachel waved her into the vehicle. “You will enter first and exit last.”

It was a quite drive to Rachel’s suburban property. “For now, expect to spend your weekends here. I work on Sundays, so you’ll go in when I do but otherwise we’ll be working on your training.”

The driver carried in Amy’s bag and put it in the front closet. Amy saw that there were a number of empty hangers in the small space.

“Strip. While in my home, you will wear only what I provide. Until you prove yourself, that will be nothing at all.” She leaned back against the wall. “Go on. Take your clothes off and hang them up. We wouldn’t want them to be wrinkled when you put them on for Monday.”

Rachel watched avidly while Amy obeyed. The cool blonde was interested in seeing her newest acquisition properly. In work clothes and naked but kneeling on the floor, did not do justice to the boyish figure being revealed.

“My, you certainly lost out on when they were giving out breasts, didn’t you?”

Amy had the pale complexion and dark hair of the Black Irish. When she blushed, as she was doing now, the color spread over her chest. She thought her breasts were perfect for her size but, with Rachel’s comment, she was painfully aware of how her A cups compared to her boss’ full bosom.

“I don’t mind, though. You can be my boi toy.” Rachel rotated a finger and watched as Amy pirouetted. 

The compact form was well muscled but not overly so. She had a cute little belly protruding out and her buttocks were high and firm.

“Reach into the box there. I want you to get four restraints and put them on your ankles and wrists.” Rachel smiled.  “I might not use them regularly but I do like the look of them.”

She waited while Amy fumbled with the unfamiliar actions. The heavy leather made her very aware of completely naked the rest of her body was. The fluttering throb between her legs was very pronounced. Amy swallowed and tried to master her need.

“Follow me,” barked Rachel as she turned and strode down the hallway. “You are not to open any closed door. You are to knock but you must wait for an invitation before entering.” She pushed open a door to reveal a high tech office. “If you don’t hear an order to come in, you will kneel down and wait for the door to open.”

She pointed at an upholstered ottoman to the side of the desk. “Kneel there. Right hand holding left wrist.”

Rachel did not even look to see if her orders were followed. She sat down at the desk and opened the middle drawer. She pulled out a leather collar. 

She stood in front of Amy. Placing her fingers under her chin, she raised Amy’s head until she could see the brown eyes.

“I take my responsibilities very seriously. You will have to earn the privilege of my collar. Until that time, anytime you are away from the office, either in your home or mine, you will wear this symbol of my ownership.”

She held out a crude, unfinished black leather collar. It was unadorned, except for the chrome buckle.

“If you prove yourself to be of value, I will claim you.”

Amy was stunned. She almost felt ashamed to be wearing such a poor collar in her owner’s presence. At the same time, a small part of her scoffed at the idea that she would ever be willing to work for a collar.

“You can try to convince yourself that you’re only doing this because I have the pictures to ruin you.” As Rachel spoke, she secured the collar around the sender neck. “I know otherwise. As does your body.”

Saying this, she reached down and drew her fingers through Amy’s dense thatch of hair. She displayed her copiously damp fingers before holding them out for Amy to clean.

“We won’t exchange any fluids until I get a clean bill of health on you.”

Rachel went back and sat down behind her desk. She ignored the nude woman as she answered her voicemail and checked her email. Just as Amy’s legs were starting to go to sleep, she stood.

“Come with me.” Rachel led Amy up the stairs and into a lavishly appointed master bedroom.

“The exception to my earlier statement regarding restraint will be at night.” Rachel flipped on the light to her bedroom. “I won’t expect your subconscious mind to be obedient yet. Go down the hall to the second door on the right. Use the bathroom and return.”

Waiting for Amy to return, Rachel opened a box. She held out a pair of rubber panties. “Put those on. I don’t want your slave juices ruining my carpet.”

Amy struggled to pull up the tight black fetish wear.

“Good. Get on your knees. Clip your wrists to your ankles.” 

Rachel left Amy kneeling on the floor. She went into the bathroom and took a shower, brushed her teeth and peed. Coming back out, she stepped into a thin pair of latex panties “Once we get a clean bill of health, I’ll let you do this without a barrier.”

Gripping the back of Amy’s head, she pulled the younger woman’s face into her crotch. “Please me.”

The kneeling woman did not hesitate. She mouthed the slick fabric until it became warm under her tongue. Using her nose, lips and tongue, Amy concentrated on the hard nub. Except for the slight tremble of the long thighs, Rachel hardly displayed any reaction as she quickly climaxed.

“Not bad.” Rachel pushed Amy back and stared down at her. Only her long years of being a Domme kept her shock off her face. She had never had anyone respond so quickly to her signals and bring her to orgasm on their first attempt.

“Lie on your back.”

Rachel watched as Amy awkwardly obeyed. On her back, she had to bend her legs and they naturally fell open.

“Have pleasant dreams.” She raised an eyebrow when Amy did not respond. “Well?”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Amy lay still until she heard Rachel’s breathing deepen. Shifting around she finally found a position that allowed her to doze and dream about her fantasies coming to fruition.

Rachel rose at nine the next morning. She ignored the writhing woman on the floor as she leisurely stretched and showered. Damp from the shower, she stood over her property. She could not help the frisson that went down her spine as Amy’s desire darkened eyes devoured her.

Bending down, she unhooked restraints. “Go to the bathroom you used last night. There is a shower there that you can use. Using only cold water, you are to clean yourself and the panties. When you are finished return here.”

Amy stiffly moved to obey. Her aching muscles nearly seized up when the cold water hit. She was gasping and nearly in tears when she was finally clean. Using the thick towel, she tried to rub the feeling back into her skin.

Glancing into the mirror, she was almost surprised by the heat that still darkened her cheeks. She realized then that her need was painted on her skin for anyone to see. Folding the towel, she set it on the rack and took a deep breath before heading back to Rachel’s side.

When Amy returned to Rachel’s bedroom, she shivered for another reason than cold water. Rachel was putting on a pair of stockings. Sensuously, Rachel smoothed the silk the length of her long legs.

Her mouth dry, Amy missed the smile that played across her boss’ lips as she watched her watching her fix the top of her stockings to her garters.

“Ready for breakfast?” she asked.

Amy nodded and silently followed Rachel downstairs. She obeyed the snap of fingers to get onto her knees beside Rachel’s chair. Breakfast was a selection of fruit that Amy ate from Rachel’s fingers. She wistfully watched Rachel drink from her cup of coffee but her boss neither noticed nor offered her any.

Wiping her fingers, Rachel smiled down at her new pet. “All right. We’re going to go visit a friend of mine. Remember that your behavior is a reflection on me. While you haven’t been trained, I still expect you to obey me without fail. Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Excellent.” Rachel led the way to the front door. She tossed Amy a bundle. “Put this on.”

It was a long, white t-shirt dress. Amy obeyed and then fiddled with the cuffs at her wrists. “Um, what about these?”

“Leave them.” Rachel grabbed her purse and strode out of the house. She cleared her throat when Amy was slow to catch up. “Don’t you remember what I told you about the etiquette of vehicles from last night?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t dawdle. I hate to wait and I especially hate to wait on a slave.” Rachel set herself on the leather seat and leaned back. “Do you want to know where we are going?”

“Sure.” At Rachel’s raised eyebrow, she elaborated, “I mean, if it pleases you to tell me.”

“Very good. We are going to get you screened. I want to make sure that you are healthy enough for me to have my way with you.”

Amy felt her pulse increase. She worried about just what Rachel was going to do to her that needed a doctor’s clean bill of health.

They arrive at a medical plaza and Rachel breezed into the building. Amy could not bring herself to raise her head. She was so embarrassed to be out in public with cuffs on her wrists and ankles, her feet bare and her body completely nude under the thin dress.

Rachel led the way to the doctor’s office. She signed them in and then went to sit in one of the chair. When Amy went to sit beside her, Rachel held out her hand.

“No. You either stand next me or kneel beside me.”

Choosing to stand, Amy tried to remain still. Taking quick peeks around the waiting room, she could see the disapproving looks on the other patients. She was grateful with the interior door opened and Rachel’s name was called. 

The nurse took one look at Amy and sniffed loudly. Ignoring her, she directed Rachel into one of the larger exam rooms.

“Would you care for something to read or to drink?”

“A coffee would be lovely.”

“How do you take it?”

“Cream and two sugars.”

“I’ll go and get it right away.” Turning to Amy, she ordered. “Strip.”

Amy looked at Rachel. When one, elegant eyebrow rose, Amy dropped her eyes and took off her clothes. She folded them and set them on the counter.

Rachel sat down in the only comfortable chair in the room and smiled when she took the cup from nurse. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem.”  The nurse waved Amy from the room. “Come along now. Quickly.” The nurse walked her down the hallway and stopped at a scale. After weighing and measuring the young woman she led Amy to a bathroom. “Fill this.”

Amy hesitated after taking the specimen cup.

“Is there a problem?”

“Um, can I have a moment alone?”

“There is no privacy for the likes of you. Get to it.”

Amy blushed as she sat down on the toilet. She always had trouble using public facilities and had never tried to go with someone watching her. She tried to relax her muscles but nothing was happening.

“Got a bashful bladder, do you?” the nurse snidely asked. Sighing dramatically, she turned on the faucet of the sink. “Maybe this will help.”

Finally, Amy was able to release a small stream into the cup. When she stood up, the nurse took the cup and watched her wash her hands.

“I’m glad to see that you at least know how to do that right.”

Amy again blushed as she followed the nurse back into the hallway. She could not believe how young and defenseless she felt in the presence of these more powerful women. She waited while the nurse labeled the urine sample and then sat on a stool while the nurse took several vials of blood from a vein in her arm.

Slapping on a bandage, the nurse said, “Back to Exam Room 4 with you.”

Amy went back and stood in front of the door. The nurse opened the door and directed her to sit down on the exam table. After taking Amy’s blood pressure and pulse, the nurse had her lie back.

Amy’s hands were crossed above her head and secured to the upper edge. Her legs were strapped to the stirrups. Before Amy could say a word, the nurse shoved a cold thermometer into her rectum.

“Eek,” she squealed. Amy wiggled on the paper-covered table but was unable to close her legs or protect herself from the liberties that the nurse was taking. Something in the look exchanged by the nurse and Rachel made her think that the worse was yet to come.

While waiting for the mercury to rise, the doctor entered. Wearing a long, white lab coat that set off her caramel colored skin, the doctor was brimming with good health. “Rachel, darling. You’re looking fabulous,” she exclaimed.

“I so appreciate you seeing us today.”

“Not a problem. I’m always available for you.” Doctor Torres leaned toward Rachel. “You just let me know where and when.”

Rachel smiled. “You’ll be among the first to know.” She quirked her eyebrow toward the nude woman on the exam table. “Now, about my girl?”

“Yes. This is just a check-up, right?”

“Correct. I want to make sure that she is healthy enough to play.”

The Doctor washed her hands and donned a pair of gloves. She then proceeded to give Amy a thorough exam that included a family history and a listing of her sexual experiences.

Had Amy not been secured to the table, she knew she would have tried to run from the room when the deeply personal questions were asked. Stuttering in embarrassment, she answered everything the best she could.

While she answered the questions, the doctor was examining her. First, the doctor felt all of her lymph nodes. After that, her breasts were squeezed and fondled. Then, her belly was palpitated.

With a leer, the doctor sat down on a stool and slid between Amy’s legs. She picked up a speculum and attempted to insert it into her vagina. She frowned and then muttered, “Madre de Dios.”

“Is there a problem?”

“You are just the luckiest bitch on the planet.”

“Excuse me?”

“She’s intact.”

“You’re kidding?” Rachel stood up and walked to the examination bed. She looked into Amy’s eyes. “You’re a virgin?”

Amy wished for a hole to swallow her up. The blush burned her skin as she nodded.

“Answer me in words.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ve never been with anyone.”

“Not even Vivian?”

“She never touched me.”

“Excellent.” Rachel looked at the doctor. “Don’t damage the barrier. That’s mine.”

“No problem.” Doctor Torres put the speculum back down on the table and took a long cue tip from the nurse. She brushed the tip blindly into Amy’s vagina to collect cells for the Pap smear. Standing up, she lubricated a couple of fingers and then slid them into Amy’s rear passage.

When the doctor finally turned and pulled off her gloves, Amy was a trembling mess. It had been the most thorough exam she had ever experienced. If her skin was removed, she didn’t think she could feel more exposed.

“Unless something comes up in the blood work, she is in good shape. Considering her lack of partners and no drug use, I don’t think we’re going to see any surprises there.”

“Thank you. Anything else?”

“You know that I recommend that all women work on their pubbococcygeus muscles. Get her doing regular Kegel exercises.”

“She’s healthy enough to train?”

“Certainly, her blood pressure and pulse are on the low side of normal, indicating that she’s very fit. I think she could make it through your version of boot camp.”

“Thank you. I’m glad to hear that I won’t have to delay while she gets up to speed.” Rachel closed her magazine and watched while the nurse released Amy from the restraints. “Would you like a sample of her tongue work?”

“That would be lovely.” The Doctor wiggled out of her panties and sat down on the stool. “Come here, you.”

Amy got down on her knees. She startled slightly when the nurse stepped up behind her. Pressing her crotch against the back of Amy’s head, the nurse leaned forward to hold a dental dam over the doctor’s exposed cunt.

“What are you waiting for?”

Obediently, Amy lowered her mouth and began to lap. The dam had a strange flavor but not unpleasant. She tried to ignore the presence of the nurse pressing against her and she concentrated on quickly locating the hard nub of the doctor’s clitoris. Flicking the tip of her tongue, she allowed herself a small smile as the doctor’s thighs tensed and her breathing became short pants.

Dr. Torres rode Amy’s tongue to an entirely satisfying orgasm. As she came, she smirked into her nurse’s eyes. The nurse had been thrusting against Amy’s head. “Too bad that you’re on cum restriction for another two days,” she said. “Her tongue is very good. In fact, I’d say she is better than you were at the beginning.”

The nurse dropped her eyes and managed to knee Amy as she moved away. “Thank you for reminding me of my place, Mistress.”

“De nada.” Standing up, the Doctor smoothed her skirt down. “Thank you, Rachel. That is quite the treasure that you’ve got there.”

“You’re welcome. When will I get the blood work results?”

“I did the rapid oral HIV test and she’s virus free. By midweek I should have the rest of the chem panels.”

“So, no fluid exchange until next weekend.”

“To be safe, that would be best.”

On the drive back to Rachel’s home, Rachel ordered Amy to remove the thin shirtdress she was wearing. “Do you know what Kegel exercises are?” she asked while Amy complied.

“No, ma’am.”

“It is a way to strength your pelvic floor. Now, open your legs.” Rachel gently fingered the thin barrier before sliding a single finger into her cunt.  “Now. I want you to squeeze and release.”

It took several minutes of thought and strain before Amy was able to isolate the muscles and to tighten them around Rachel’s fingers.

“Nice. Continue to do that fifty times. We’ll have you work on them every time we ride together in the car. You need to build up to doing at least 200 a day.”

Yet another thing to look forward to, Amy thought to herself. That thought was derailed as she realized that doing the exercises was making her wet. She bit her lip and glanced up into knowing eyes.

“Yes, another benefit is increased sexual pleasure. I’m glad to see that you’re beginning to enjoy yourself. If you continue like this, you’ll train yourself in no time.”