Boss Lady

Boss Lady

Euryleia Rider

Chapter Five

“I begin my weight routine with twenty minutes on the Stairmaster.” Rachel said as she set her water bottle on one machine and then programmed a second machine. “Climb aboard and let me see what you’ve got.”

Yawning, Amy looked around. The law firm’s gym was empty at this early hour but, with every light on and the many mirrors, it was almost painfully bright. The state of the art exercise machines gleamed and Amy squinted as she got her feet situated.

Amy was panting when she finished and she had sweat dripping into her eyes. She startled when Rachel thrust a towel at her.

“Wipe down both machines and follow me,” Rachel said as she started toward the weight machine room.

Amy obeyed and then rushed to make it back to Rachel’s side. The older attorney was sitting on the abductor/adductor machine.

“Remember these settings. Starting tomorrow, you will be responsible for making sure that they are set to my specifics for each machine. You will also wipe down the machines before I use them and after you finish.”

There was no time for talking, as Rachel put her entire attention into pushing her body to the limits. She pushed Amy as well, letting her choose a weight level and then watching her complete a repetition. On almost every machine, she increased the pounds for the second and third reps that Amy had to do.

Amy was exhausted by the time they completed a full body circuit of the nautilus machines. She dragged herself into the abdominal machine and nearly groaned when Rachel pre-emptively increased the weight.

“I’m impressed by your conditioning. How do you keep yourself fit?”

“I play soccer on a women’s team. We practice on Tuesdays and I try to jog at least twice a week.”

“I expect those to serve me to take pride in their appearance and to be in good physical shape.”

“I can do that,” Amy replied. To be honest she liked being fit and she fully expected that she would need all of her conditioning to keep up with her beautiful boss.

Rachel watched her perform several crunches. Suddenly, she asked, “When are the games?”

“Primarily Sundays.”

“Did you miss one last weekend?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How did you explain your absence?”

“I told them that I had to work.”

“You should have told me that you had obligations.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I thought you came first.”

“Well, that’s right but you still should have told me.” Rachel wiped at a bead of sweat that was trickling down her brow. Focusing on Amy, she said, “Email me your soccer schedule. I will make allowances for you to attend the games.” Rachel watched as Amy finished and dismounted the machine. “How do you feel?”

“Tired. It’s a good tired.” Amy smiled shyly. She had not been driven so hard to exercise to her capabilities since her college soccer career. She still had fond memories of her coach pushing her and her teammates to feel the burn.

“You did very well. I will, of course, expect better in the future.” Rachel tossed her towel at Amy. “Now its time for us to shower. There are facilities on Executive floor for me. Since you are not allowed there, you can shower down here and begin work when you’re done.”

“Thank you.”

“Have a productive day. My secretary will call you when I’m ready to leave this evening.”

Amy waited for Rachel to pass through the doors before she turned to the showers. The employee bathroom was small with only two sinks and three shower areas, each separated from the other with a thin plastic curtain. She was very thankful to have the room to herself.

Under the warm spray, she was tempted to do more than just wash. Realizing that would be against Rachel’s implicit order, she turned the hot faucet to off and finished the shower under the cold water.

Still a little chilled after she climbed out, she quickly dressed and left the bathroom. There were several men using the equipment and they all stopped to stare at her as she walked by them. She hurried past and nearly dove into the safety of the elevator.

The day just sped by. Amy was more focused and energized than ever before. When the call came that Rachel was ready, she was surprised at the level of completed work in her outbox. She quickly shut down her computer and joined Rachel at the elevator.

Rachel did not say anything until they were in the car. “We’re going to go to your place first.”

“Oh.” Amy sat silently until they arrived at her condo. “Um, shall I bring down clothes for tomorrow?”

“We’ll go up together.” Rachel led the way through the parking garage. “I feel that I learn so much about people by seeing how they live.”

Amy couldn’t help but notice that the driver was carrying a bag when she joined them to ride up in the elevator. She was so worried about whether she had washed the dishes before leaving or Friday or if she had remembered to make her bed that she did not ask Rachel about it.

After letting everyone in, Rachel directed the driver to find the bedroom. “You know what to do.” She turned to Amy. “Why don’t you show me around?”

Feeling very self conscious after spending all weekend at Rachel’s much better appointed accommodations, Amy led the older attorney through the living room, kitchen, and the small alcove she was using as an office. Leading the way down the hallway, she paused at the entrance of her bedroom. She was startled to see the driver holding a power drill up against the headboard of her bed.

“Megan is making sure that when you sleep, you remain under my control.” Rachel waved her hand. “We’ll discuss that once the work is done. Show me your closet.”

Amy worriedly watched Meghan drive a long eyebolt into the headboard. When Rachel snapped her fingers, she jumped and tore her gaze from the driver. At Rachel’s impatient glare, Amy moved to open the closet.

“Step aside and let me see.” Sliding the suits and blouses down the rack, Rachel shook her head. “This will not do. We’ll have to go shopping this weekend. I want to make some changes in your wardrobe.”

“That’ll do it.”

Rachel turned at the statement and smiled at Megan. “Thank you, dear. You can go and wait in the car.” Walking over to the bag, Rachel pulled out a long chain and hooked it to the newly placed hardware with a carabineer and twisted it closed. “I’ll want you to chain yourself here each evening.”

“I don’t have any restraints.”

“I’m lending you these,” said Rachel as she dangled a pair of handcuffs from her fingers.

“How will I get free?”

“Not a problem,” answered Rachel. She threaded a key ring with a handcuff key onto the chain. “Just make sure that you can reach this after lock the cuffs on.”

Amy felt faint. She could not believe that she would be expected to chain herself up each night. She knew she should say or do something, anything. A protest was on the very tip of her tongue when Rachel spoke again.

“You should thank me for letting sleep in your bed.” Rachel smirked at her. “I’m being very generous.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” murmured Amy. The sense of defeat overwhelmed her and she could not bring herself to meet Rachel’s eyes.

“You’re welcome.” Rachel walked out of the bedroom. “However, I’m getting the sense that you’re not really feeling thankful, though. To help with that, I forbid you from sitting on any other piece of furniture. You belong at my feet and sitting on the floor will assist you in getting your mind right.”

Amy stood in her living room and looked at everything that was now out of bounds for her. She wanted to cry.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

Forcing a smile onto her face, Amy said, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“We’ll be back at 5 o’clock tomorrow morning to pick you up. You should be outside. Don’t make us wait for you.”

“I’ll be ready.” Amy could not believe how much control of her life that she had lost.

Rachel snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. In a flash, Amy was on her knees. “Why don’t you let me leave with a pleasant memory?”

Despite her misgivings, Amy eagerly pressed her face to the seam on Rachel’s slacks. She knew that she would do most anything for the opportunity to taste her boss. Using only her mouth, she managed to open the button and slide down the zipper.

Rachel moved slightly and her pants fell down around her ankles. She leaned back against the door and smiled down at her pet. “Don’t bite me or damage my panties when you take them off.”

“No, ma’am,” Amy vowed. “I’ll be careful.” She covered her teeth with her lips and wiggled them down toned thighs. Rising back up, she pressed kisses along the line where the downy hair of Rachel’s tummy met the wiry curls of her pubic hair. When she felt the light touch of Rachel’s fingers in her hair, Amy began to tongue her in earnest.

Rachel was again amazed at how quickly Amy responded to the small cues she gave. While she was hesitant in other areas, Amy was incredibly attuned to her sexually. Within moments, Rachel had to bite her lip to keep her moan of pleasure behind her teeth.

When she straightened up, she felt a pang as she watched Amy lick her lips. She had liked having the young woman on the floor beside her bed over the weekend and knew that she would miss tormenting her during the nights that they spent apart.

This was the first time in a long time that a submissive had affected her so much. Rachel did not know yet if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Not trusting her voice, she nodded once and left the apartment.

Amy felt bereft after the door closed. She moved over to lean against the door. Drawing her legs up to her chest she sat there until it was too dark to see. Gathering herself up, she went into the bedroom.

After brushing her teeth, Amy sat on the edge of the bed and hefted the handcuffs. The heavy metal in her hands brought the reality of her situation into sharp focus. For a long moment, she considered just putting them back on the nightstand.

Lying back, she ratcheted the cuffs closed over her wrists. She knew that she did not want to disappoint Rachel by failing to obey the first time she was out of her boss’ sight. Making Rachel proud of her was more important than her sense of pride.

Only by thinking about a particularly tricky decision from the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals, was she able to fall asleep. Even so, her dreams were quite erotically charged.

The next day, Rachel emailed her a workout plan. Amy studied it for a while before phoning Rachel’s secretary to make time for her to talk to her boss. She was fit in as the last appointment for the day. Amy shut down her computer and went to Rachel’s office.

“You have some sort of problem?”

“Ma’am, the goals you’ve set seem to be a little…well, a little unreasonable.” Amy’s pulse was pounding as she brought up the issue.

Rachel leaned back in her chair. “You work your legs but haven’t paid attention to your arms or back.”

“I’m a soccer player. It’s my legs that need the strength training.”

“You are no longer just a soccer player. You’re my property and I expect your entire body to meet my expectations of full body fitness. Toward that end, you must sculpt all the muscle groups.”

Amy sighed. “All right,” she answered. She was finding it easier each time Rachel demanded to have more power over her body. It helped that she wanted to have a more defined appearance and knew that she did not have the discipline to achieve it on her own.

“I’m glad that you came to me with this.”

Surprised, Amy exclaimed, “Excuse me?”

“What we’re building together is not being done in a vacuum. Just because you’re my slave doesn’t mean that you’ve lost your mind. I still expect you to be the intelligent attorney we hired and to do your job. You’ve just ceded control of your body to me.”

Amy cocked her head as she considered that. “You mean you want me to question you?”

“Only when you feel that my commands are wrong or may be harmful to you. Of course, you should take care that you don’t abuse this privilege. Be advised, that I won’t listen to any whining about why your work is not being completed on time and to the expected standard.”

“I understand.” Amy cleared her throat.

“Was there something else?”

“I’ve got practice tonight.”

“Yes, I remember. You’ll find your own way there and home. I’ll expect you to be waiting outside tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Good. You may go.”

Amy left the room and took a taxi home. She grabbed her gear and drove to the field. As she practiced, she kept flashing back to the past several days. All the things that she had done and had been done to her was changing her in a fundamental way.

She was more aware of her body and the lingering hunger of her unfulfilled arousal. Looking at the world with new eyes, she wondered who of the women were dominant and who were submissive off the field.

As she tackled the ball away from the defender and dribbled toward the goal, she mused that no-one looking at her would think that she was finding great comfort in being on her knees before another woman. She did not seem to be putting out obvious signs that she wanted to be treated like a slave to her boss.

Her teammates, for example, were treating her no differently. Despite the major upheaval in her life and how she changed she felt, she must still be looking and acting normally. And just what is normal, she mused. The increasing sexualization of her life was starting to feel natural Her submission to her boss gave her a rightness she had not expected.

At the end of practice, she returned to her quiet apartment. She ate her dinner standing up in the kitchen and went in to watch some television. She looked longingly at her comfy, overstuffed couch. She figured that there was no way that Rachel would ever find out that she sat there instead of the floor. She knew, though, that she would feel guilty for having disobeyed.

Tired both physically and mentally, she flipped off the TV in the midst of a movie. She took another cold shower and climbed onto bed. Without really thinking about her actions, she clipped the handcuffs to her wrists and to the chain, locking herself in for the night. Sleep came fairly easily after her hard day.

The next day passed with only the drive into work, their common exercise routine, and the drive home giving Amy and Rachel any interaction. Rachel was preoccupied with an upcoming jury trial and Amy with having to work with the Human Resources Director to find a new assistant.

The entire time she was meeting with Ellen Ness to review resumes and conduct interviews, she kept expecting the other woman to say or do something to indicate her knowledge of Amy’s indiscretion. After they unsuccessfully interviewed the third candidate and were alone again in the room, Amy fidgeted nervously at her end of the conference table.

“You’re wondering why I haven’t done anything to you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” Amy admitted, softly.

“I’m respecting Rachel’s training program. I think you’ll definitely do a better job once she’s worked on you.”

“Oh.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“No. Not really. I just…uh…I just worried.”

“Well, I don’t want to do anything that would get you fired.” She laughed. “That would ruin the hold we have on you. No, I’ll make sure that your sessions with me don’t impact your work. I know that Rachel will have you on weekends. I’m sure that you’ll be able to make yourself available during the week for me.”

Amy sighed. Prior to her interaction with Vivian, she had not had any sexual experiences during her nearly three decades of life. Now, in the space of a few weeks, she had satisfied two different women and would soon add a third.

“Don’t sigh like that. You know you’re enjoying your new position in life.”

“How do you know that?”

“If you really didn’t, you wouldn’t have let Ms. DeArmoud get you into a compromising position to begin with and you could have resigned anytime after Rachel caught you. You did neither. In fact, you’ve let yourself fall further into depravity since your nature was revealed, haven’t you?”

Wiggling on her seat as she remembered some of the things she had done, Amy did not answer.

Ellen grinned at Amy’s discomfort. “Deal with your conventional morality and just accept that you are most happy in sexual service to more powerful women.” Gathering her papers, she prepared to leave the room. She paused and placed a hand on Amy’s shoulder. “I’m thinking another week or two for our first meeting. I hope you’re looking forward to it as much as I am.”

Swallowing, Amy nodded her head. “Yes, ma’am.”

Ellen squeezed her shoulder and left Amy alone with her thoughts. Her brain swirled with visions of her servicing all of the women in the building as she moved back to her office. After nearly walking into a potted plant, she forced herself to focus on the job at hand. She knew she would have plenty of time to think when she was home alone that evening.

On Thursday when Amy made her way to her office from the gym, there was a message from Rachel’s secretary for her to give her access to Amy’s scheduling program. She did so and watched a two-hour appointment appear for that afternoon. It was listed as a planning meeting, so Amy brought her calendar and her pending file with her.

Amy walked into the anteroom and glanced at Rachel’s secretary. “Um,” she attempted to talk but her throat closed. Her skin prickled as she wondered if the secretary knew about the hold that Rachel held over her and the things she had been made to do over the past week.

“Ms. Lankford is expecting you.” When Amy made no move, she raised her voice. “Go right in.”

Amy took a deep breath and opened the door. She slowly approached the desk and nearly stopped when Rachel looked up at her.

“Oh, good. You’re on time. I’m glad you know that I’m never to be kept waiting.”

“Uh, yes, ma’am.”

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“No. I mean, no, ma’am.”

“Put this day and time in your calendar. We’ll meet each week to discuss the status of all open case files and any successes or failures.” She looked over the top of her glasses at Amy. “I take my responsibilities as your mentor quite seriously. There will be rewards and punishments for you, depending on your behavior. I’m strict but fair.”

Amy gulped.

“Now, bring yourself and your materials here.” Rachel pointed at the floor near her chair. “You need to kneel close enough so that I can touch you but not so close that you might knock into the chair or me if you lose your balance.”

Wondering what might be done to her to make her lose balance, Amy obeyed the directions and got as comfortable as could expected with her kneeling on the floor of her boss’ office.

Together, the two of them move down the list of things that were to have been accomplished in the previous seven days. Amy almost forgot her strange position as she outlined her activities and made notes based on Rachel’s astute suggestions.

“Not bad. I’m seeing three items that require punishment and four that deserve reward.”

“What do you mean by punishment?”

“Something that will be an incentive to someone such as yourself.” Rachel opened the bottom drawer of her desk and brought out a small box.

“Your reactions last weekend showed that you are most influenced by feelings of shame and that you don’t find pain particularly arousing. I wish to work on that.”

“How, ma’am?”

“Strip.”

The single word seemed to echo in the office. Amy was about to question her boss but she took one look into the cold eyes and lifted her trembling fingers to the buttons on her shirt.

“Fold them neatly and place them under the desk. I don’t wish to see them.”

Amy obeyed.

“Put this on.”

This was an odd contraption that looked like a strange pair of underwear. Amy stepped into the elastic leg bands and pulled it up. There was a central piece of plastic that fit right over her clit.

“Come back over here.” Rachel pointed between her legs. She reached into the desk and pulled out a velvet bag. Reaching inside, she pulled out a chain with two clips on either end.

Rachel flicked her thumb over Amy’s nipples until they were quite erect. “Take a deep breath,” she warned as she held the clips open. 

“Aahh.” The alligator teeth bit into her sensitive nipples and Amy could not help the exclamation.

“Don’t move. I need to tighten these a bit.”

Amy’s arms rose slightly to push the cruel fingers away.

“Don’t make me increase the punishment. Clasp your hands behind your back.”

Following the directions, Amy nearly moaned when the movement increased the pain in her chest.

Rachel picked up the bag. “Now, tell me again what you’re being punished for.”

Swallowing, Amy said. “I missed the deadline on the filing for the anti-trust case.”

She fell silent as she watched her boss pull out a fishing weight from the bag and attach it to the chain connecting the nipple clamps. She released the weight and it pulled down on her clipped nipples. Amy groaned at the pain.

“Go on.”

“I…uh…I didn’t complete the first round of interviews for the secretary position.”

“And?”

“My summary of the Boston Fisheries case neglected two major decisions from the 12th Circuit.”

Rachel put the two weights on the chain and released them simultaneously. She watched her little slave attempt to cope with the pain and pressure. When the tear filled eyes lifted to hers, she smiled.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Amy obeyed and stifled another moan when the weights swung back and forth on the chain.

“There are four things that I’m going to reward you for. Each reward is for five minutes.” Saying this, Rachel pushed the switch on the remote and nearly laughed when Amy jerked from the sudden vibration from her clit.

Amy tried to stay still but her hips moved of their own volition. Each move made the weights swing. She was panting at the end of the first five minutes.

“Nice isn’t it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

She had forgotten. Amy paled as she realized how close she had come to having an orgasm without permission.

“Thank you for reminding me, ma’am.”

“You know how to thank me.”

Amy moved forward on her hands and knees and lowered her head to kiss the tips of each of Rachel’s shoes. “Thank you, ma’am,” she whispered, more for the chance to rest the weights on the floor than for being allowed to worship her feet.

“Very good. Here is your second reward.”

This time, the vibrations started out much higher. Amy hadn’t realized that the little remote did more than just turn the thing on. It could increase the speed and movement.

Amy’s head pounded and there was a line of sweat down the center of her back when the maddening little vibrator stopped.

“You’re doing very well.”

She started at the feel of fingers trailing over her skin. She hadn’t noticed when Rachel had moved over to kneel beside her.

“I’m quite pleased that you haven’t come. This next time will be even harder. Don’t disappoint me and you might get permission to come on your final reward, if you ask nicely enough.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Amy lowered her head and tried to pres a kiss to Rachel’s skirt covered crotch.

“Good thinking.” Her boss stood up and slowly moved the skirt up her hips and out of the way.

Amy’s mouth watered at the sight and she immediately crawled over to where Rachel leaned against her desk. At the first touch of her tongue, Rachel sighed and gentled a hand through her hair.

“You are getting very good at that.”

Amy stiffened slightly as the vibrations against her clit started up again. She was almost grateful for the opportunity to taste her owner, the distraction helped her overcome her own overriding need to climax.

When the next five minutes were over, she shook off the effects and continued to lave the engorged flesh.

The slight stiffening of the thighs on either side of her head and the suddenly presence of additional fluid beneath her tongue were the only signs that her boss had orgasmed from her efforts. Amy gentled her touch and began to clean the salty fluids from Rachel’s cleft.

When she finished, she sat back on her heels and licked her lips.

“Back on your hands.”

Amy hesitated. “Ma’am. Permission to speak?”

“To speak? Or to beg?”

“Do I have permission to beg?” asked Amy.

“No.”

“Oh. Then, never mind.”

“Good girl. Your pleasure is at my choice. You can influence my choice through your actions but you are not to manipulate me in any way.”

“Yes, ma’am.’

“However, you kept your attention on me despite the hunger in your cunt and you have been a good girl these past few days. For that, and because you are working so well, you may orgasm as often as you can during the next reward period.”

Amy shivered and dropped back on her hands. She marveled at the dexterity with which Rachel played with the little remote and she slowly built toward her orgasm. As her hips thrust, the chain swung the weights back and forth. The constant twinges from her nipples were transmitted directly to her clitoris.

At the four-minute mark, she lifted her head. “Please.”

“Come for me, pet.”

Closing her eyes, Amy climaxed. Pleasure began to build again immediately but her reward time ended before she could come again. As soon as the remote shut off, she rushed over on hands and knees to kiss the tops of Rachel’s shoes.

“Very good. Now, sit up.” Rachel removed the weights and then the clamps. She rubbed her thumbs over the red nipples, until the pain eased. “I think that you’ll work a little harder in the upcoming week to ensure that you have more opportunities for reward than for correction.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Unless, of course, I’m reading you wrong.”

“No, ma’am.” Amy was still a little hunched over from the pain in her tits. She was fervent. “I won’t fail you.”

“Or your clients or anyone I tell you to serve.”

Amy nearly balked at the last condition. She opened her mouth and took a breath before she remembered that Rachel had told her that she wouldn’t damage her professional reputation. She had to admit that being exposed at the doctor’s office and in front of the staff at Rachel’s home was exciting. She nodded her head instead.

“Good girl. I’m glad you’re thinking before you speak.” Rachel rolled her chair back into place and picked up a document. “Get dressed and go back to work. I’ve got plans this evening, so you’ll have to make your own way home. We’ll be there to pick you up at the usual time tomorrow morning.”

Amy had to wrestle with her feelings as she dressed. She could hardly believe changes in her mindset. Just three weeks ago, she was able to masturbate at will to her fantasies. Now, her climaxes were under control and she was upset that her owner had plans that did not include her.

She gathered her paperwork together and returned to her office. Amy sat at her desk and she thought that she was actually jealous that Rachel might be out with someone else. As hard as it was to admit that she was enjoying her submission, she knew that she would work even harder to make sure that Rachel was proud of her. She wanted Rachel to offer to collar her.