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Boss Lady
Chapter Six
On Saturday, after lunch, the driver took them to the local upscale mall and dropped them off at the main entrance. Rachel’s heels clicked loudly on the marble floor as she led the way to the Jockey store. Bypassing the racks of bras and panties, she went directly into the men’s section. She pulled down several pairs of boxers, briefs and wife beaters and handed them to Amy. “Go try these on.”
“But they’re for guys.”
“These will the only underwear you will use from now on.” Rachel smiled. “Remember, you’re my boi toy and I want to dress you properly.”
Amy dropped her head and accepted the handful of under clothes. She walked to the changing room and glanced at the waiting woman. The attendant smirked and Amy blushed. She just knew that the woman had heard Rachel. Amy didn’t know what was worse, being publicly treated like she was an obedient toy or the fact that she was dripping wet from having to submit. She just hoped that the woman could not smell her arousal.
She stripped in the small room and pulled on a white, wife beater. She peeled off her panties and used a tissue from the box to dry herself before she pulled up the briefs. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could not believe how the clothes blurred her curves and seemed to erase her femininity.
“Let me see.”
Startled by the voice right outside of the curtain, Amy nearly jumped out of her skin. Trying to control her knocking knees, she stepped from the limited protection of the fitting room in just the underwear. She desperately wanted to cover herself, as she stood there, visible to the other shoppers, wearing practically nothing.
“Clasp your hands behind your back.” Rachel shook her head. “Honestly, I shouldn’t have to tell you that. Just do it any time you don’t know what to do what to do with your hands.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Amy blushed.
“How do they feel?”
Amy had to think for a moment. It was not like she was wearing a thong or pasties. The briefs completely covered her and did not bind at the legs. The material was soft and stretchy. She shrugged and said, “They’re pretty comfortable.”
“Excellent. I particularly like the tight fit over your tiny titties.” Rachel grinned. “I’ll gather several others and you can buy them once you’ve gotten redressed.”
Amy could hardly believe that she was expected to pay for this radical wardrobe change. It wasn’t that she couldn’t afford it. She was well paid as an associate but she generally put all her extra money in paying down her student loans and not on such frivolities as men’s underwear.
She carried the bags as they left the store and continued down the mall. She had to almost scurry to keep up with Rachel’s long stride.
Entering Brooks Brothers, Rachel walked decisively over to the men’s suit section. She waited for one of the salespeople to join them.
“May I help you?”
“Yes. I need to outfit her in black, gray and navy blue.”
Without batting an eye, the young man pulled out a measuring tape. Amy flinched slightly until she caught sight of Rachel’s eyes. Afraid to do anything that would anger her boss, she stood quietly in front of the tri fold mirror while he measured her from neck to ankle.
“What are you looking for today? Summer weight, a special event…” he asked as he wrote all the information he collected down.
Instead of answering, Amy looked at Rachel.
Smiling, Rachel stepped closer. “I want five suits tailored to fit her.”
“We do have several collections of women’s business suits.”
“No. I want her in men’s suits. I also want it clear that she is a woman wearing a man’s suit.”
“Are they for a particular occasion?”
“They will form her basic work wardrobe.”
“And what work do you do?”
Amy cleared her throat but before she could speak, Rachel answered, “She’s a professional.”
The salesman nodded and walked to the rack to pull down the first of the suits and held it out to Amy. “Go and put it on.”
Deferring to the order in his voice, Amy obeyed and went behind the nearby curtain. She pulled on the pants and walked back out.
“Put your shoes back on,” the salesman barked. “How am I supposed to get the length right?”
Flushing angrily, Amy went back into the dressing room. She quickly retied her laces and went back to stand in front of the mirror.
Using chalk, the salesman marked the coat and trousers for alteration. Repeating his action with the other four suits, he quickly had the clothing ready to be sent to the tailor. Ignoring Amy, he asked Rachel, “Did you need anything else? Shirts or ties, perhaps?”
“Good idea. She’ll need to have enough to go with her suits.”
The two of them walked over to the shirt selection.
Rachel ran her fingers over the rack. “I don’t like loud patterns and I do like French cuffs.”
“Well, we should start with a few white dress shirts. They are a classic and never go out of style.” The young man pulled down several. “I would recommend fairly plain shirts and use the tie as a personality statement.” He paused and glanced at Amy where she stood at the side. Disdainfully, he sneered, “Or they could just provide a splash of color.”
Feeling left out and wanting to get away from the scrutiny of the supercilious salesman, she wandered over to the tables of ties. Running her fingers over the silky fabric, she startled when the loud voice of the salesman echoed through the store.
“No, no, no. She should be at the other table.”
Amy looked up and saw the young man waving at the farthest table.
“Her shoulders are very narrow. She should wear slimmer ties. I don’t recommend that she put on anything wider than 3 1/2 inches.”
It took another thirty minutes but, at the end of the time, Amy had a pile of shirts, ties and a slip to pick up the altered suits in five days. She winced at the total.
Rachel smiled at her. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you more later. This should be a good start on the andrognyzing.” She picked up a small jar of different colored monkey fist knot cufflinks. “I’m betting you don’t have anything like this at home?”
“No, ma’am.” Amy looked helplessly around. “I don’t know anything about this stuff.”
“Remind me to give you some lessons in various knots for your tie. I want to make sure that you don’t embarrass me when you begin wearing these.”
Amy was dismayed. She knew that she was the one who was going to be embarrassed to work in these new clothes. Her thoughts skittered away from what her coworkers and the opposing counsel would have to say about these behind her back.
She had never sought attention and she knew that her wardrobe was going to make her the object of a lot of it. Raising her chin, she vowed that her work would pass any increased scrutiny. Her clothes might make her a laughing stock but her work would be beyond reproach.
Finally, the charges were finalized and the two women headed back to the waiting car. Amy worked to juggle all of the bags and packages she carried while Rachel walked regally ahead of her.
Rachel spoke quietly to Meghan and they were driven to a quiet, Italian restaurant. As was becoming usual, she ordered for the both of them.
After the waiter had poured them glasses of wine, Rachel leaned across the table. “I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to think about the answer. Are you enjoying what we’ve been doing?”
Amy chanced a quick look around the dining room. They were alone in their section. Gulping, she nodded. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
Wiping her brow with the heavy linen napkin, Amy glanced up into Rachel’s eyes. “I’m turned on all the time. I feel more alive than I ever have before.” She blushed. “I’m really enjoying being able to…uh…please you.”
“What don’t you like?”
“Um, I didn't think it was possible to get this aroused without coming.” Amy twisted her napkin in her hands. “I miss being able to touch myself when I wanted.”
“You want to come now, don’t you? I bet you’d put your hand in your lap and bring yourself off right now if I let you. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Amy breathed fervently.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Rachel played with the stem of her wine glass. “I would hate to think that I’ve been doing something you really didn’t like.” She nodded at the surprised look. “Oh, yes. I knew you were getting into this and I’m glad since I’ve been enjoying myself as well. You’ve been a beautiful instrument to play and you’ve been quite the quick learner.”
Once the appetizers were brought to the table, the conversation turned to world news. Amy valued the chance to hear Rachel’s view on current events. The more she learned about her boss, the greater was her attraction to the powerful woman.
After their plates were cleared and the small cups of dark coffee were poured, Rachel pushed a small box across the table. “I got you these for you to wear with your new shirts.”
Surprised, Amy looked from her boss to the box.
“Go on. Open it.”
Amy obeyed and drew in a sharp breath as the contents were revealed. Nestled inside were sterling cuff links. They were round with a strange symbol in the center. Amy looked up and asked, “What does it mean?”
“That is the symbol for BDSM.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“Well, it is a take off on the yin and yang balance sign and the chaos wheel.”
“What does it mean?”
“The three lines show the several threesomes of our community. There is the creed of safe, sane and consensual. There are the three activities of Bondage/Domination, Dominance and Submission, and SadoMasochism. There are also three different types of participants. Members can either be Tops, bottoms or Switches.”
“Wow. I don’t know anything about this.”
“I’ll send you the links to a few websites. You’re now part of a vibrant and thriving community and you should take the time to learn about your place within it.”
Amy turned them so they sparkled in the candlelight. “They’re beautiful.”
“Like you.”
Amy gaped at her.
“Close your mouth. You are beautiful in your submission. I’m very pleased with you.”
“Thank you.” Amy held the box to her chest. “I love…I mean, I really like them.”
Rachel smirked at the slip of Amy’s tongue but allowed her new pet to savor the moment. She signed the check and led them back to the car for the drive back to her home.
On Sunday, Meghan drove Amy to the game. The chauffeur dropped her off and drove away, telling Amy that she would be back to pick her up afterwards.
Amy felt full of energy despite spending the night in restraints on the floor by Rachel’s bed. She had a great game, dominating the midfield and leading her team to victory.
After the game, she climbed into the car and was surprised to see Rachel in the middle of the back seat.
“Good morning, ma’am.” Amy pushed her damp bangs out of her eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. I just decided to come out and watch you play.”
“You did?” Amy looked shyly at Rachel. “Did you like what you saw?”
“Don’t be coy, dear. You want to know if I was here in time to see the lovely goals you made, don’t you?”
“Well, yeah. Did you?”
“I did. You did a very job, moving through the defense like that. And your header was remarkable.”
Amy squirmed in pleasure. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“In fact, I think your winning the game deserves a reward.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I think that we’ll go out tonight.”
Amy got a queasy feeling in her belly. “Out?”
Smiling, Rachel told her, “Yes. We haven’t been anywhere yet and I would like to show you off.”
This would be the first time that anyone outside of Rachel’s household and the doctor’s office would see Amy in her role as Rachel’s slave. She was excited and terrified in equal measure. The anticipation built through the rest of the day until Rachel ushered her into the car for the drive to the Citadel.
Once they arrive at the brightly lit warehouse building, Rachel handed her a mask. “I told you from the beginning that I wouldn’t endanger your professional life. You may wear this.”
The mask was beautifully painted leather that covered most of her face. Each side was like flames and had a red and black sheen. There were holes for her mouth and eyes, as well.
“It is lovely.”
“Like you.” Rachel waved her forward. “Let me secure it on you.”
Inside, she ordered Amy to remove her coat. Underneath, Amy was naked except for a leather harness. It highlighted her small breasts with twin straps that joined together at her waist and then split again to expose her clitoris while covering her cunt and ass.
Rachel took the claim check and strode into the large main room of the club.
Amy followed close behind, nearly stepping on Rachel’s heels. She was so nervous that she hardly dared lift her head to look around.
“Sit here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Amy gingerly sat down. Taking a deep breath, she raised her head. Directly in front of the table was a St. Andrews Cross with a naked woman tied to it. The woman’s skin was covered in red welts. Amy clenched her hands together and tried to keep from panicking.
After a moment or two to regain her composure, Amy looked up again. This time she made sure to look in the other direction. There was a small dance floor and masses of barely dressed people were dancing sinuously to the techno beat.
Returning to the table, Rachel sat down. “All right. I’ve made arrangements for your reward.”
They sipped their drinks and Amy began to relax and look forward to her reward. It also helped that there were plenty of women wearing even less than she was. Several were only allowed to walk on their hands and knees. One such woman was being led, by a leash toward their table.
“Raven, you are looking wonderful.” Rachel and the dark haired beauty made air kisses.
“You are, too.” Raven waggled the leash. “You wanted to borrow my slave?”
“Yes. Mine is getting a treat tonight.”
“How generous.”
Rachel waved that off. “It’s nothing really.” She looked at Amy. “Open your legs and slide your ass forward.”
Obeying, Amy kept her eyes on Rachel and not on the woman at her feet. The situation she found herself in was quite surreal and she could not quite believe that Rachel was going to bestow this gift upon her.
“Begin.”
Amy shivered at the first touch of the tongue on her clitoris. In just a few strokes, she was panting. She opened her eyes and stared down at the blonde head in her lap. It finally registered just how good it felt to have someone touch her so intimately. This was better than she ever imagined and her pleasure quickly rose.
As she got close to coming, she looked up. Walking around her were other patrons. She froze for a brief second until she realized that only a few of them were paying attention to her pleasuring.
With just a few more strokes, she no longer cared if everyone in the place was looking at her. As her toes curled, she looked pleading at Rachel. “Please, ma’am. May I come?”
“Once.”
With permission granted, Amy came. She tensed her legs and the young woman backed away, licking her lips.
“Thank Raven for the use of her slave.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Amy glanced at the woman who had just rocked her world. The young woman only had eyes for Raven. Amy looked toward Rachel. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“Oh, your evening isn’t over yet.” Rachel grinned at the questioning glance. “In fact, here is the next one.” She raised her voice, “Dear Dominic. It was been far too long.”
“You are looking marvelous, Rachel.” The very hairy man bent down and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “What is this that you need?”
“I’m rewarding my girl, here.”
“Ah, you want to see if my boy is as good as Raven’s.”
“She’s never been with a man.”
“My boy is locked up.”
Rachel put up her hand. “No, I don’t want anything inserted. I just want her to have the experience of a male between her legs.”
“Just his tongue won’t be a problem. Although, it has been a couple of days since he last shaved.”
“What’s a little razor burn between slaves?”
Amy was eager to see if there was a difference between what the female slave had done for her and what the male would be able to do. She readily opened her legs for the blond man to crawl between them.
Both of the Dominants chatted while they watched the young man bring Amy to another climax. After Amy could speak again, she thanked Dominic for the use of his slave.
She gratefully took a sip from Rachel’s glass when it was offered. Her heart was still pounding from the climax when Rachel spoke.
“That was two goals and an assist, correct?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That means one more visit.” Rachel nodded regally. “Just be advised that you won’t receive permission to climax this time.”
Amy winced but nodded her head. She was supersensitive after her two orgasms and knew that it would take strength of will not to succumb again.
“Oh, look. There is the next candidate.” Rachel pointed across the room.
She watched with fascination at the woman who had been whipped was let down from the cross. A tall man dressed entirely in black leather led her to their table.
Rachel smiled up at him and extended her hand, palm down.
Courtly manners intact, Master James placed a kiss on her knuckles. “You are a vision, My Lady.”
“It is so pleasant to see you back again. We missed you when you were gone.”
“Well, I should be around more now that I found my newest slave. She’s local so I’ll be visiting her regularly.”
“She takes the lash rather well.”
James nodded. “I just love the look of the marks on her pale skin.” He petted the glossy dark hair of his slave. Despite her ordeal, she still looked glamorous. Amy envied her on sight.
“I understand you want her to do something for you?”
“Yes. I want her to try and bring mine off.” Rachel grinned. “By the way, mine isn’t allowed to come.”
The two dominants smiled at each other.
“Shall we place a wager on whose slave succeeds?”
Rachel shook her head. “No, she’s still new enough to the life that the additional pressure would be burdensome. Just let them each try their best.”
Placing his larger hand on the back of his slave’s neck, James said. “You will make this slave come or you’ll go back onto the cross.”
Amy blinked. She looked at young woman and then at Rachel in confusion.
“Now, don’t you go getting sympathetic on me.” Rachel murmured quietly. “I’ll punish you as bad if you succumb.”
Gulping, Amy watched nervously as the slave lowered herself down before her. The hands that pushed apart her legs where hot, as was the tongue that gently laved her. She tried to pull back but the slave was a lot stronger than she looked.
With just a few strokes, Amy was back on the boil. In desperation, she began reciting to herself the amendments to the constitution. She knew four through eight verbatim but really had to really concentrate on the sixteenth. Remembering all about income tax kept her attention off the wondrous feelings between her legs.
Clenching her fists so hard that she knew her nails were leaving marks, she forced herself keep her composure. By the time she reached the amendment giving women the right to vote, she just knew that she was going to come without permission.
Amy was relieved and dismayed in equal measure when Master James finally grabbed his slave by her hair and pulled her to her feet. Her head spun as the young woman was dragged back across the floor. Amy dropped her head when Master James unfurled a whip.
“Oh, no you don’t,” exclaimed Rachel. “You look at her.”
Raising her head, Amy watched the first blow fall.
“All our actions have consequences. You should be cognizant of the outcomes of your decision.” Rachel leaned over and wiped up a bead of sweat from Amy’s collarbone. She sucked on her finger. “You didn’t come and so, the girl suffers.”
“But…”
“What? Why did you work so hard to deny yourself release?”
“I…” Amy began. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“Good. I’m so glad that I mean more to you than the pain that slave must now endure.”
Amy felt confused. “But wouldn’t I have been up there, had I failed?”
“There’s that, too. Other slaves are not your allies. You must make the best decision for you, ” answered Rachel. “Now, I think we’ve had enough fun this evening. Shall we go?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Amy was grateful for the opportunity to get out of public and to think about her evening. She was deep in thought until they settled into the leather seats. She glanced over at Rachel and could see that she was carrying a bit of tension in her shoulders.
Once the large car had started off for their trip home, Amy cleared her throat. “Um, ma’am?”
“Yes?”
“You…um…didn’t…uh…indulge there at the club.”
“I’m not ruled by my baser instincts, pet. I can restrain myself.”
“Would you like to now?” Blushing at her forwardness, Amy said, “I mean, may I pleasure you?”
“We can wait until we get home.” Rachel studied her for a few moments and then reached into the minibar and pulled out a bottle of water. “Drink this. You’ll need it later.”
Amy trailed behind Rachel as she walked up to her bedroom. She did not know whether the harness she was wearing was considered clothes but she did not want to miss the chance to please her owner if she delayed while taking it off.
“You know, I haven’t really given you an opportunity to worship me.” Rachel slowly disrobed. She handed Amy her clothes to fold and set aside for cleaning. When she was gloriously nude, she stood with her arms akimbo. “Would you like to learn about that?”
Intrigued, Amy stepped closer to the bed. “Anything, ma’am.”
“Pleasing me is one thing. Adoration is different. Let us begin by you on your belly on the floor. Drag yourself to me. You may bring your face within reach of my body but do not touch me without permission.”
Amy could not believe how wet she was getting from being in such a position. Lying full length on the carpeting floor, her hard nipples rubbing against the rough fabric, she could feel her slickness coating her thighs.
“Give me one kiss per foot.” Rachel’s voice penetrated the haze of arousal that was surrounding her. “Nice. Now bathe my feet with your tongue.”
Extending the wet muscle, Amy started with long strokes from toes to heels. She wormed her tongue in between Rachel’s toes and under the arch. She felt so subservient lying at Rachel’s feet as her owner stared down at her.
Rachel finally nodded. “Now, I am going to lie down. When I snap my fingers, you are to crawl over to the bed and put your lips and tongue on every inch of my body.”
Keeping her eyes firmly on the carpet, Amy listened to the sounds of Rachel getting comfortable on the bed. She had been able to bring Rachel to climax several times since that fateful day in her office but this was the first time that Amy would be able to touch the rest of her body.
When the snap came, she bolted up to her knees and made her way to the bed. She shuddered with a mini-climax when she saw Rachel reclining on her stomach on the bed with her hips lifted slightly by a pillow. The firm, round globes filled her vision and she could hardly wait to touch them.
“Start at the back of my neck.”
Amy reached up to move Rachel’s hair but stopped when her boss hissed angrily.
“Don’t touch me with your hands.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” Amy ducked her head and began to nuzzle the tresses off the long neck. She had to spit delicately to clear her mouth before she pressed her lips to the cool skin.
Amy took deep breath to calm herself and, when she did, the scent that was uniquely Rachel filled her nostrils. There was a light spicy scent from her hair and a delicately flowery scent from her body. And then there was her womanly aroma that Amy did not even have the words to describe but it made her mouth water.
Interrupting her contemplation, Rachel spoke. “I want you to think about the honor you are receiving. This is your chance to show your true feelings for me.”
Amy cocked her head as she thought about that. Since her change of fortune, when Rachel had become the boss of her life, there had been a lot of changes. She was no longer just responding because of fear. The club today was a prime example. When three other people were touching her intimately, she was more concerned with pleasing Rachel than receiving the pleasure for herself.
She swallowed as she realized the true depth of her feelings. She admired Rachel and was attracted to her but it was more than that. There was an intensity that went beyond mere obedience.
Lowering her head, she placed a second kiss on Rachel’s neck. With her lips, she felt her way midway down the reclining woman’s spine before moving to trace the muscles in Rachel’s shoulders with her tongue.
Soon she forgot everything but the feel and taste of the flesh beneath her lips. She lavished attention on every square inch, until she reached Rachel’s ass. Amy skipped over the fleshy globes on her way to kiss the backs of Rachel’s knees and down to Rachel’s feet.
She made her way back up and hesitated. For a brief moment, she rubbed her face against one of the blemish free cheeks as she thought about what to do next.
“Go ahead. You know you want to,” murmured Rachel. She had been close to falling asleep from the attention. However, as Amy got closer to her buttocks, she was eager to see if her young sub was going to show initiative or rebel.
Amy did not have to think about it long. She had rimmed Rachel for the first time just the other day and the experience had not been unpleasant at all. She moved into position for her to work her face into the dark crevice. Her tongue made tentative contact with the tight ring and she was reassured by the taste of Rachel’s arousal that overpowered any other taste that might be there.
She moaned in pleasure as she moved her tongue along the channel between Rachel’s pussy and her ass. As usual, the musky aroma and tangy sweetness of Rachel’s arousal affected her strongly.
“Enough.”
Startled, Amy lifted her head. “Ma’am?”
“I’m going to turn over now.” Rachel waited until Amy moved off the bed before rolling over. She propped up her head and laid her arms by her side. “All right. You may begin again, starting at my toes.”
Amy was glad that she was going to be allowed to continue to lavish attention on her owner. She had felt a spark of worry when Rachel stopped her. With the taste of Rachel’s nectar still on her lips, she moved to the foot of the bed.
She sucked each of Rachel’s into her mouth and laved them as she hoped to do when she reached Rachel’s clit. Licking and kissing she moved up the long body of her boss. Bypassing the hairy mound, Amy worked her way up the toned abdomen.
Amy wondered if she was going to be offered the chance to feast on Rachel’s breasts and she risked a glance up into Rachel’s eyes.
The blue eyes seemed to twinkle in amusement.
“When you think you’re finished adoring me, you may place one kiss on each nipple.”
Amy gulped. She thought that Rachel was testing her by letting her decide when her worshiping was complete. She believed that she could marvel over the wonder of Rachel’s body for the rest of the night and proceeded to show Rachel just how much she revered her.
Two hours later, she was kneeling beside the bed, sucking on Rachel’s left ring finger when it was pulled out of her mouth with a pop. Amy raised her slightly stiff neck.
Rachel drifted her slightly damp fingers along Amy’s jaw. “Mmm, you’re doing such a good job that I hate to disturb you.”
“You could never disturb me,” Amy replied boldly.
“Don’t be impertinent.” Rachel winked at her. “Or smug. Come and kiss my breasts and then you may place yourself between my legs. I want one orgasm and then I want you to tongue me until I fall asleep. You may sleep at my feet tonight.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Amy rose gratefully. Even though she wanted to fill her mouth with her owner’s breasts, she only placed the required chaste kisses.
Moving to the foot of the bed, she slid up the sheets until she was perfectly placed to make the most of this opportunity. Her tongue was tired, her jaw was sore, and her neck ached but she would show Rachel the passion she inspired or she would die trying. She could not imagine a better way to go.
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