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.

Boss Lady

Chapter Two

For the next two days, their every interaction was strictly work related. Vivian even began to wear clothes that were less revealing, denying Amy her usual peek. By Thursday, Amy was getting desperate for attention. She wanted to ask for permission to touch herself but could just not bring herself to make that step. Instead, she was more passively aggressive. She just left piles of filing and tapes for transcription. Finally, she ordered Vivian to bring her coffee.

“This was what you wanted?” Vivian asked, a steaming mug in her hands

“Thank you.”

Vivian took a sip from the mug. “I’m not sure that this is what you truly want.”

“Excuse me?”

“I think you really want to be on your knees right now. Don’t you?”

Amy shook her head but not very convincingly.

“Don’t lie to me.” Vivian advanced across the room. “I bet you’re wet right now thinking about how much you want me to force you to your knees.”

“I…”

“No, don’t bother to answer that.” Vivian put the mug down. “I’m not going to make it easy for you anymore. If you want something, you have to ask for it. You may not get it but you’ll never know unless you ask.” She waited for a moment and when Amy did not respond, she smiled. “Don’t forget your meeting with the Assistant District Attorney. Traffic is bad so you need to leave soon.”

Amy stared at the mug of dark liquid until it grew cold. Easy, she mused to herself. Just what was so easy about how quickly she had succumbed to the spell her assistant was weaving.

At the buzz of her intercom, she jerked upright. “Yes,” she answered.

“You really need to leave soon.”

With a muffled curse, Amy threw her files into her briefcase and made for the door. She kept her eyes on the carpet and was soon immersed in the complicated issue of defending her client against various charges of fraud.

Vivian used the time while her boss was out of the office to give herself a manicure and to reapply her nail polish. She wondered absently if Amy was ripe to be forced to do her toenails. She knew that she was ready to increase the pressure but still worried about pushing Amy too far, too fast.

Blowing on her gleaming nails, Vivian glanced up to see a tall woman of early, middle age approach her desk.

“Have I seen you somewhere before? You look familiar.”

Vivian stared up into the intensely blue eyes of the firm’s managing partner. The intensely blue eyes that also belonged to one of the most famous Dommes of the city. “We met last year at the Sindulgences summer bash.”

“Ah.” The arctically cool tones betrayed no joy at the news. Rachel Lankford kept her emotions in close check. That served her well when she sat across the table during negotiations and when she stood over a cowering submissive. “And how are you enjoying it here?”

“Better lately.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve found what I was searching for.”

“Here?”

“Yes. Its amazing what lurks in the hearts of lawyers.”

“Do you really think that I’m going to let you snare one of my people with impunity?”

“You certainly weren’t taking advantage of it.”

“Too, true. What exactly is your role here?”

“I’m doing the temp thing in order to add to my stable.”

“And you think you’ve found something here?”

“Oh, yes.” Vivian smiled and saved her document. “You see, I…” 

The two women turned at the small noise. Amy was returning from her meeting over at City Hall. She had attempted to enter without disturbing her secretary and never expected to see the managing partner in her office. At their inquiring gazes, she dropped her eyes and hurried into her office.

Rachel stared at the closed door for a moment. “I do see. How far are you?”

“Pretty near to closing the deal.”

“You want a trade?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I could make it worth your while.”

“Talk to me.”

“I’ve got tickets to the Bound for Pleasure party.” Rachel smiled. She knew how sought after this party was and that one attendance could be the invitation to so much more. She knew that it was one temptation this pushy hussy would not be able to resist.

“How do you want to work it?”

“I think that you should get her into a compromising position and I catch you. You’ll be fired, of course.”

“Of course,” Vivian shrugged. “When?”

“I’ll clear tomorrow’s schedule. Expect me after 11am.” With a nod, Rachel walked back to her office. It was not until her secretary gasped at her that she realized that she was humming. With a shrug, she closed herself into her office. There was plenty of work to do before she would be able to play with her new toy.

Vivian drummed her fingers on her desk for several minutes after Rachel left. She had plenty of regrets about losing Amy so soon into the game but figured that staying on the powerful Domme’s good side would have long-term benefits.

Eventually, she walked into Amy’s office and closed the door behind her. When Amy glanced up from her paperwork, she smirked at the young attorney.

“Get out of my chair.”

Automatically, Amy obeyed. She stood behind her desk for a moment before she stepped to the side. Vivian almost brushed her when she passed to sit down in the leather chair.

“I need you to clear your calendar for tomorrow morning. I figure it’s time for some positive reinforcement.”

“What do you mean?” Amy asked.

“Tomorrow, you’ll get a taste of heaven.” Vivian leaned back in her chair.

Amy’s pulse quickened. “A taste?”

“Yes. I’ve seen you lusting after me. I think it is only fair that I give you a chance to put that mouth of yours to good use.” She stared at Amy. “What do you say?”

“Uh, thank you?”

“Good enough.” Vivian rocked back in the chair for a moment or two until Amy shifted anxiously. “So, I met your big boss today. What do you think of her?”

“She’s a little intimidating.”

“More than me?”

“Uh, ma’am, um.” Amy paled and then blushed. How could she admit that she had a nagging crush on the dynamic partner? She dropped her eyes to carpet and shrugged her shoulders.

Vivian felt a flash of anger, although her tone showed none of it. “Don’t sweat it, pet. I realize that the person who signs the paychecks might have a stronger hold on you than I.”

Rising to her feet, Vivian said, “Clear your calendar for a couple of hours around midday. Say, 10:45 to 1 o’clock.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I don’t have to tell you that there will be no touching between now and then, do I?”

Amy sighed. “No, ma’am. I’ll be good.”

“Excellent. I’m going to leave early. You’ll be fine without me won’t you?”

Nodding, Amy moved over to sit back behind her desk. She felt a flutter in her stomach as she thought about what the next day would bring. Looking at the pile of paperwork on the surface, she sighed and pushed tomorrow’s possibilities out of her mind and focused on finding a way to convince the White Collar Crime Division of the District Attorney’s office not to prosecute her client.

She did not sleep well that night and came into work early. She concentrated on writing her brief and startled when her assistant entered her office.

Vivian tossed her timesheet on the desk. “First of all, fill this out.”

“Aren’t you supposed to fill it out? I’m only supposed to sign off on what you write down.”

“I want you to do it. Oh, and I think you need to put down that I worked nine hours everyday.”

For the first time since the two of them started down this path, Amy balked. She was willing to give her body to her alluring assistant but she would not sign a form she knew was false. “I can’t do that. You only worked eight hours each day and you left early yesterday.”

Wary of losing Amy now, Vivian huffed, “All right. Put down that.”

Filling out the form accurately, Amy asked, “What about today? I don’t know how long you’re going to work.”

“Why don’t you leave that day blank?”

“This once I will but in future you’ll have to bring this to me at the end of the day.”

“I’ll remember that.” Vivian knew that there would not be another timesheet for her. She took the signed timesheet and placed it on the chair near the door for her to grab on her way out.

While at the door, she fiddled with the handle as if she was locking it and then sauntered back to the desk. She tossed a pair of handcuffs on the paper-strewn surface. “Ready to play?”

Amy gulped. She was scared and exhilarated and wondered what could lie ahead for her.

“I believe that I promised you a taste of heaven. However, before you can climb that stairway, I need to make sure that you don’t take any liberties.”

“Liberties?”

“Like touching me with your filthy, lesbian hands.”

Amy protested, “But…” She was not sure that she was a lesbian or not. What was happening between her and Vivian was beyond anything she had ever experienced.

“Hence the handcuffs.” Vivian smiled. “Come around here, in front of your desk.” She waited for Amy’s compliance. “Excellent. Now, strip.”

Hesitantly, Amy lifted her hands to the top button on her shirt.

“No, no. You can do it sexier than that. Put on a show for me.” 

Amy looked blankly at her.

Rolling her eyes, Vivian pushed off from the desk. She walked forward and placed her hands on Amy’s hips. Slowly, she began to sway them to a rhythm only she could hear. As they both danced, Vivian told her, “Loosen your arms and shoulders. Move with me.”

Gradually, Amy began to find an internal beat she could follow. When Vivian stepped back, she almost stopped until she saw the encouraging smile.

“Now, keep dancing while you take off your clothes.”

With more grace than before, Amy slowly peeled off her clothing. She glanced once into Vivian’s eyes but the predatory gleam frightened her and she quickly dropped her eyes.

When she was down to her bra and panties, Amy lost the music. She stood awkwardly with her arms hanging limp.

“Almost there, sweetheart. If you stop now, you’ll never know how great things are going to get.”

Amy licked her dry lips. Removing her underwear, Amy was stunned at how damp the flimsy fabric was. She did not understand how her body could find the situation so arousing.

“Hand those to me.”

Amy dropped her panties into Vivian’s hand. She watched her assistant examine them and blushed and the knowing look Vivian gave her.

“Someone really likes this.” Vivian tossed them over her shoulder to land on a pile of papers on Amy’s desk. “I think you’ll be much more comfortable on your knees.”

Lowering herself down, Amy had to admit that this position did feel a little more natural. As she looked up at the still completely dressed Vivian, she realized just how exposed she was.

Vivian picked up the handcuffs and walked around behind Amy. “Put your hands behind your back and lean forward.”

Amy obeyed. The sound of the cuffs ratcheting closed gave her a strange pulse between her legs and she could feel the wetness from her pussy coating her upper thighs.

Taking a glance at her watch, Vivian knew that she only had a few more minutes before Rachel was due to arrive. Sauntering back around to face her prisoner, Vivian slowly eased her tight skirt up her thighs. She knew that if she was going to feel any release today, it would have to happen soon.

“Crawl forward, slut,” Vivian ordered. “I want you a nose length away from my womanly goodness.”

Once Amy was where she wanted her, Vivian smiled. “Now, I want you to place kiss above my hairline. You are being given a chance to worship me and you should make a show of your respect.”

Placing the kiss, Amy felt the wiry hairs on her chin and gasped at the tickle. With the deep breath, she drew in the scent of Vivian. The musky scent made her mouth water.

“You should be grateful for what you are about to receive. Continue to place kisses on either thigh and then on my clitoris.” Vivian continued her instructions. “Now, use your tongue to gently move the covering of hair from my pussy. You may suck off any of my juices that anoint the strands. You don’t ever want to waste any of my essence.”

Vivian put her hands back on the desk behind her and spread her legs a little farther. “Kiss my labia before bringing them into your mouth. Suck gently. Mmmm, that feels good.”

Knowing that she was doing something right, Amy had to blink away tears of joy.

“Run your tongue up either side of my labia and then around my clit. Flatten it first. That’s good. Faster. Very good, now stiffen it and flick my clit.” Vivian’s voice was getting strained. “Faster. Oh, yeah, my little slut. Don’t stop now. Don’t stop until…”

“Amy, your secretary is not at her desk…” Rachel’s voice faded as she gazed at the frozen tableau.

Vivian was leaning back on the desk with her skirt pulled up around her waist. Kneeling in front of her with her hands cuffed together was the young lawyer. Amy was nude and she tried to huddle into a small ball,

Her boss stood in the doorway and fought to keep the smile off her face and out of her tone. “You’re fired,” she said to Vivian. “Clear your desk and proceed immediately to Human Resources.”

“But…”

“Say nothing. Just go.” Rachel did not even bother to watch as Vivian left the room. She never saw her pick up her timesheet. Her eyes stayed on the cowering attorney.

“What am I going to do with you?” Rachel mused. She scowled when Amy cleared her throat. “Quiet. When I want your mouth for something, I’ll let you know.”

She sat on the edge of the desk, starring down at the bowed head.  She squeezed her thighs together discretely. It didn’t matter what anyone said, looking down on a trophy made her hot and the more unwilling the better. Sure, she would give lip service to Safe, Sane and Consensual but her juices really got flowing when the prey was just this side of reluctant.

Punching the extension for Human Resources, she spoke into the phone. “Director Ness, please.” She paused. “It’s Rachel. I need you come up to Ms O'Reilly’s office to document something. Bring that camera of yours.”

Rachel walked around the desk and sat down in Amy’s chair. From this position, Amy was out of her line of sight. “Come here,” she ordered. “I want to keep my eyes on you.”

Moaning in embarrassment, Amy moved around. It was hard with her hands secured behind her back and her knees were aching from the time she had spent on them. Just when she thought things could not get worse, she heard the door to her office open.

“My, gracious. What do we have here?”

“It seems that there have been things going on in this office that are not sanctioned by the personnel manual.”

“This could be grounds for termination.”

Rachel put a single finger under Amy’s chin and raised the young lawyer’s head. “Perhaps it will be. Unless an agreement is reached.”

Amy nodded. She would do anything to keep this off the record.

“Good.” Rachel turned to Ellen. “I want several shots. Make sure that it is clear that she is in her office, during the daytime.” Rachel moved out the way of any of the pictures. She leaned against the credenza and admired the blush that stained Amy’s face, chest, and back.

For a while, the only sounds in the office were the whirr and click of the digital camera and Amy’s harsh breathing.

“Okay, I think I’ve got everything from her panties on the desk to the dampness between her legs.”

“Fine. Give me the camera’s card.”

“Are you sure? I could take care of it for you.”

“No, you’ll have to come up with your own arrangement with Ms. O’Reilly.” Rachel waved the small piece of plastic before Amy’s eyes.  “I’ll keep this in a safe place.”

Ellen shook her head. “All right. Call me if you need any help.”

“Oh, I don’t believe that she’ll give me any trouble at all. Will you?”

“No, Ms. Lankford.”

“You do what I say, when I say it and I’ll leave you your job and most of your dignity. Of course, you’ll have to do what Ness wants to keep her mouth shut about what she’s seen here today.”

Ellen spoke up, “We’ll need to schedule regular career counseling sessions. Losing a secretary like that will need to be addressed with weekly training sessions.” She grinned at Rachel. “I’m sure you can take it from here.”

“Thank you for your quick response. We’ll meet later.”

“Most assuredly.” Ellen waved goodbye and walked out of the office.

Rachel sat down on the edge of the desk, unconsciously mimicking Vivian’s stance. “As you heard, I fired your temp. You’ll just have to make do without a secretary for a few days. That won’t be a problem, will it?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Nice and polite. I like that. Now, I can’t waste too much more of my time this afternoon. Put a meeting with me on your schedule for 8:30 tomorrow morning.” Rachel dropped the keys to the handcuffs on the floor in front of the kneeling form.

Rachel ambled to the door. Once there, she looked back at Amy. “And don’t even think of masturbating until and unless I give you permission.”

Amy swallowed and listened for the click of the door closing. She then scrambled over onto her back and wrestled to pick up the keys in her bound hands. Twisting and turning, she could not figure out how to get the key into the tiny locks. Finally, she rocked onto her back and moved her restrained arms under her butt and around to the front of her body.

Once the handcuffs were off, she quickly dressed. Her hands were shaking so badly, it was hard to button everything properly. She sank down into her chair and saw the damp spot that her panties had left on the motion paperwork. Amy flung the document into the trash and dropped her head into her hands.

This was undoubtedly the longest day she had ever experienced and it was not even noon yet.

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.”

Boss Lady

Chapter Four

The training began as soon as they arrived back at Rachel’s home. Amy was shown how to sit, kneel, present herself and even to relieve herself under the strict tutelage of her boss. She tried hard but still found it difficult to do everything the first time she was told to do it.

“I believe in delayed gratification and in immediate repercussions.”

Raising her head, Amy looked up into stormy eyes. She obeyed the snapped fingers and crawled over to where Rachel was sitting behind her desk.

“I don’t like how you have been hesitating,” said Rachel as she pulled a crop from the middle drawer of her desk. “You need to stop thinking and just start obeying. Trust me when I tell you that you are a natural at this.”

Amy could not decide if she should speak or not. The decision was made when Rachel ordered her to stand up.

Drawing the leather-covered stick between Amy’s legs, Rachel lifted the now damp crop to Amy’s face. “See how your body responds to my control? It is so obvious that you love this.” Rachel pressed the crop to Amy’s lips. “Clean yourself off of it and prepare to feel this against your backside.”

Amy delicately licked off the rod and then leaned forward at Rachel’s direction against the window. She could see at least two laborers working in the garden as she braced herself. The first blow pushed her breasts into the cool glass.

“Count and don’t forget to thank me.”

“Yes, ma’am. One. Thank you, ma’am.” Amy gritted her teeth at the second blow. “Two. Thank you, ma’am.”

By the fifth strike against her buttocks, she was in tears and hard pressed not to drop her hands to protect her ass from further blows.

“Very good. I’m glad to see that you took your punishment well.”

Amy was so happy that she had pleased Rachel by staying in position. She sniffled a bit and tried to stop crying.

Rachel stepped close and rubbed her cool hands against the hot, reddened skin of Amy’s ass. She then turned Amy around so that her stinging ass was against the glass and wiped away Amy’s tears. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, dear?”

Already, the sharp pain was starting to fade to a dull ache. Amy nodded. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be good.”

“I know you’ll try. I take my responsibilities to turn you into a perfectly obedient toy very seriously. If you just work as hard as I am, you’ll save yourself from further tears.”

Rachel sat back down and snapped her fingers for Amy to regain her former position at her feet. “Of course, that doesn’t mean that you won’t feel further pain. Sometimes it will happen because I like to see those welts on your ass.”

Amy swallowed. She wanted to argue with Rachel about undeserved spankings but she could hardly deny that the idea of her ass being punished for a whim was a great turn on. Her upper thighs were slick from the juices that the spanking caused and from the thoughts of future spankings.

“Now, we’ve had a busy morning. I’m sure you need time to rest and reflect.” Rachel pushed her chair back. “Follow me.”

She led the way to the backyard. Near the pool there were a couple of lounge chairs. She bade Amy to lie down on one. Rachel then secured her wrists and ankles to the hooks on the chair.

“You just lie here. I’ll be back in thirty minutes to turn you over.”

She could hear the noise from the lawn mowers as the gardeners moved about the yard. Amy pleaded with her big, brown eyes. She did not think that she would every get used to being exposed like this. Rachel refused to acknowledge her plea and left her to soak up the sun. She lay there and thought about all the things that she had experienced since the day she met Vivian.

“Wake up, pet.”

Startled, Amy jerked and realized that she was still restrained to the lounge chair. She could hardly believe that she had fallen asleep.

“I’m glad to see that you’re getting so comfortable.” Rachel released the clips holding Amy in one position. “Okay, turn over. It’s time to brown your back.” The older attorney quickly restrained the younger woman to the chair. “I think you’ll look so much better without those tan lines from your bikini.”

“Ma’am?” asked Amy “What about where the cuffs are?”

“Oh, I think those tan lines are very sexy. Of course, you will have to be a little more careful about who sees them but it is worth it, in my opinion.” Rachel patted her shoulder. “Another thirty and then I’ll want you to do some laps.”

Amy wiggled in pleasure from the brief, affectionate contact. She hoped that Rachel really liked her.  As she learned more about herself, she wanted to give her submission to her boss and she wanted Rachel to feel something for her as well.

When Rachel came out again, she had Amy remove her restraints and get into the cool pool.

“I want you to do eighty eight laps. If you finish before I come back out, we’ll suspend your training for the rest of the day and just enjoy dinner and a movie.”

Amy really tried but she was not a strong swimmer. When she finally completed the task, she found her arms almost too tired to pull herself out of the pool. She stood panting on the patio and jumped when Rachel spoke.

“Not bad. Of course, this means that we’ll get more teaching opportunities.” Rachel rattled the ice in her glass. “Go inside and get me a refill. Bring it back on a tray.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Amy took the glass and looked at the trace amount of liquid in the bottom. “What are you drinking?”

“Bourbon and coke.”

Amy went into the house. She tried to obey Rachel’s directive to not cover herself but it was hard when she came into the kitchen where the maid and cook were talking. Her arms twitched with the need to hide and her ears burned from their laughter.

Luckily, all the fixings for her bosses drink were on the counter and she was able to return to the patio quickly. Rachel made her stand beside her with the tray while she slowly sipped from the glass.

“Do you know why I’m having you act as my table?” she mused when her glass was almost empty.

“No, ma’am.”

“I’m trying to instill in you a sense of service. You should find your pleasure in ensuring that all my needs, no matter how small, are met.” She set the glass back on the tray. “Now, go and fix me another and find out when dinner will be served.”

Amy found only the cook in the kitchen and she stuttered as she tried to ask about the evening meal.

“Tell the Mistress that the first course will be served in twenty minutes. I’m assuming that I won’t need to set a place for you.”

Amy shrugged. She knew she had eaten breakfast at Rachel’s feet but she had enjoyed dinner at her side.

“Well, if you are, come back and let me know.”

Nodding, Amy hurried back outside. As the twenty minutes passed with her holding the tray at a convenient level, she tried to keep her thoughts to just what else she could do for her boss. She could not seem to control how her body was reacting to her submission. Perhaps if she concentrated on Rachel, things would be easier.

After a leisurely dinner, Rachel led the way into a comfortable living room. She set up a DVD of lesbian strap-on short films. Sauntering over the couch, she sat down and opened her legs. Directing Amy to sit between them, facing the large screen television.

“Reach down and clip your left wrist to the leg of the footstool,” Rachel ordered. “Now, bring it between your legs. Spread them wide around it.”

Amy struggled to obey. Her legs were still tired from the many laps and it was a strain to keep them so outstretched.

Rachel lifted her legs and set her heels on the footstool. Amy was now surrounded by the flesh of her boss. She could not help but rub her cheek against the silky skin of Rachel’s inner thighs.

“That’s enough. I want you to sit on your other hand. Try to put a finger on each of the welts that I put on your ass earlier.” Rachel thumbed on the DVD. “I think you’ll enjoy the show.”

Amy was shell-shocked when the final credits ran. She could hardly believe that any human body could find sexual satisfaction from having such large and varied things inserted into them. She turned her head slightly. “You’re not going to do that to me are you?” she asked.

“Make no bones about it, I’m going to take your virginity. Whether I do it like those bulldykes did it or with roses and candlelight is entirely up to you.” She patted Amy’s head. “Just be eagerly obedient and we’ll both enjoy your deflowering.”

Her mind filled with images of rutting women, Amy hardly slept that night. She was restrained on the floor again and every time she tried to move, she woke up and realized again just what her role and position in life was.

They went to work together on Sunday. Amy was amazed at how much work she got done, her focus was better and the day just sped by.  It was late afternoon when Rachel buzzed her office to let her now that she was ready to go.

During the drive back to Rachel’s house, Amy could not help but to pump her hips as she squeezed the finger in her cunt.

“You seem to want something.”

“Oh, ma’am. It feels good.”

“You think that it would feel even better to come, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, ma’am. Please may I come?”

“Just control yourself.” Rachel twitched her finger and grinned at Amy’s gasp. “Don’t even think of coming before I give you leave.” When the car arrived at her mansion, she withdrew her finger and held it up for Amy to clean.

Amy was beginning to get used to the taste of herself and she obeyed the wordless order.

“Follow me into the study.” Rachel swept into the house.

Amy paused in the hallway. She hadn’t received an order to take off her clothes. Shrugging her shoulders, she quickly stripped off her clothing and put it into the closet. She looked at the cuffs and decided that Rachel could always tell her to take them off. She put them on and went to the study. Getting on her knees, she knocked on the door.

“Enter.”

Her palm was sweaty and slipped on the handle when she tried to open it. Taking a breath to calm herself, she tried again and opened the door. At the snap of Rachel’s fingers, she crawled across the floor.

“I want you here.” Rachel pointed at a spot on the carpet that was bathed in sunlight from the window. “I want you to touch yourself. Start with your breasts. Lift them toward me and stroke them as you would want a lover to touch them.”

Amy quickly obeyed. She ran her palms over her nipples, which hardened quickly under the touch and Rachel’s gaze. She pinched the nubs until they ached. Her hips were thrusting into the air, searching for a touch.

“Bring your hands lower. No, don’t touch your cunt yet. Slide your hands over your skin. Touch your belly and legs. Doesn’t that feel good? Now, run your fingertips over your butt. Can you still feel where I spanked you yesterday? Good. You can stroke your inner thighs now. You’re wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ve been wet all day.”

“I know you have. Open yourself to me. I want to see how hard you are.”

Amy pulled her pussy apart. She looked down and was amazed at how prominent her clitoris was. She could almost see it throbbing with need.

“You may touch it. Keep holding yourself open. I want to see, too.”

In no time at all, Amy was panting and writing. “Please, please, may I come?” she begged.

“Not yet.” Rachel watched her pet. She waited until Amy was almost bent over as her muscles clenched. “You may come,” she said.

She watched in fascination as Amy almost collapsed from her orgasm. She ordered Amy to keep going, even though the one orgasm satisfied the younger woman. She wanted to see how many she could get out of Amy. She came again and then again, and was ordered to keep going when she paused to catch her breath.

“Please let me stop.”

“First you beg to come, and then you beg to stop. I'm in charge. Keep going.”

Amy obeyed, losing track of how many orgasms she had. She just knew that her delicate tissue was quickly becoming too sensitive and that her pleasure was getting very close to pain.

“You may stop, slave.” Rachel walked over to her. “Remember this lesson. I’m doing you a favor by controlling your orgasms.”

Shakily, Amy raised her head. “I don’t understand.”

“Wasn’t that first climax wonderful?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s because you had to wait for it. Those other weren’t as good. In fact, some of them might have even been painful. Weren’t they?” she asked.

“They weren’t as much fun,” admitted Amy.

“No. By my controlling when you release, your experiences will be that much more intense. That is much better, isn’t it? If you came all the time, it would mean nothing. Just like those final orgasms.” Rachel tickled the back of Amy’s neck. “You should thank me now.”

Amy shivered. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Rachel leaned back in her chair and patted her thigh. “Don’t you think you need to come over here and show me how thankful you are?”

Her muscles still like jelly, Amy quickly moved between the older woman’s legs.

“You know,” Rachel mused. “I think that I’m going to trust that you’re clean. I really want your tongue in my pussy, so we’ll do this without a barrier.”

Amy breathed deeply as she held herself inches away from Rachel’s body and murmured. “Thank you, ma’am.” It was difficult to be this close without touching or tasting. A whine forced it self from her lips.

“You may begin.”

Amy kissed Rachel’s mound in gratitude. She used her nose and lips to work her way to the source of the wonderful essence of her mentor and owner. She lapped at the juices and then used her tongue to penetrate deeper and deeper into Rachel’s pussy.

“That’s right,” Rachel encouraged her. “Use that tongue everywhere.”

With a little hesitation, Amy licked from Rachel’s anus to her clitoris. When Rachel’s legs opened wider, she tensed her tongue and rimmed the tight rosebud. The taste was musky and not entirely unpleasant. She was starting to enjoy herself, when one of Rachel’s hands grabbed a fistful of her hair.

“Stop teasing me, you little ass slut.”

Amy moved her attentions up to the hard little bundle of nerves at the apex of Rachel’s thighs. Her jaws and tongue were getting tired but she did not hesitate to lick and flick at Rachel’s clitoris.

Moving her head closer to follow the erratically moving thighs and keep her tongue on the prize. Amy could hear Rachel’s breathing grow erratic and feel Rachel’s muscles stiffening as she continued to lave the hard bud.

As Rachel relaxed, Amy turned her attention to cleaning Rachel’s juices from her thighs and pubic hair. Once the internal clenching slowed, Amy began to gently tongue Rachel’s clitoris again. Quickly, things built again and Rachel came again.

This time she pushed Amy’s head away. “Much as I’d like to see just how long you can keep this up, we’ll be late for dinner if we don’t go now.”

Amy licked off her lips. She, too, would have liked to stay there for longer. She could hardly believe how wonderful Rachel tasted. It was much better than Vivian and better than herself as well. She would not mind feasting on Rachel but the rumble from her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten since breakfast.

At dinner, Rachel offered Amy occasional bites of shrimp from her fingers. They talked about current events. Amy felt a little surreal as she knelt beside the table and carried on a conversation about public policy. The cook delivered the courses without batting an eye at the naked woman.

“Each morning, I work out at 5:30. You will join me at the gym. After I see how you’re doing, I’ll set up a routine for you to follow.” Rachel patted her lips with her heavy linen napkin. “It is time to get ready for bed.”

Amy crawled behind Rachel upstairs and followed the same routine as the earlier nights. She was allowed to bathe in the guest room and put on the latex panties before her wrists were locked to her ankles.

As Rachel turned on her bedside table light, she said, “You need to make sure you tell me when you’re ready to menstruate. You’ll only use pads. There will be no tampons. Nothing gets inserted except under my direct supervision.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amy answered. Resigning herself to the loss of a little more control, Amy tried to make herself comfortable on the rug. The light on the nightstand was on and she could hear the sound of pages being turned as Rachel read in bed.

As she tried to fall asleep, Amy thought about her nice bed in her empty apartment. With a sigh, she admitted to herself that she would rather never sleep in another bed if she could only continue to orally pleasure Rachel. The thoughts of the taste and scent of Rachel made sure that her sleep was filled with vivid dreams.

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.

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.