The blackmail game

[Powerdog16]

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Jack Steele had the life! He was rich with a net value into the millions. He was powerful as the Vice President of Gordon and Parkins Firms, which was the number one provider of alternative energy supplies and equipment throughout the US. He was famous, appearing on nearly every alternative energy newletter, magazine, and television show in America. He had jockied himself into being one of the biggest and more famous advocates for alternative energy sources for the planet.

But he had a dark streak in him too. Wheras he was the symbol of peace and prosperity for the planet, he was equally known for being a ruthless and heartless bastard when he dealt with his employees. He had helped build the alternative industry into the multi-billion operation it was and with the idea growing in popularity, he was constantly bombarded with resumes from the worlds leading scientists, business graduates, alternative fuel specialists and anybody else that wanted to be part of something bigger.

With so many people crawling at his doorstep begging for a job, it had given him the luxury of being a warlord inside the sanctuary of his conference rooms. When things didn't go according to his timetable, he usually fired someone. If he didn't agree with the vision of his workers, they were definitely gone. He didn't care if they were the sole provider of a family of 8 or not... you either put everything you could into the company... or you left it.

As a result, he had the sharpest, brightest and smartest people in the country working for him as he continued to champion the cause of the alternate energy industry! Even his biggest competitors reaped from his public appearances. Though he always strove to be the biggest and best in the business, he loved to know that the industry as a whole was getting bigger too...

Jack was working particularly late one evening, preparing a speech that he was going to give at an alternative power conference to take place in Paris France in a week. He had sent everyone home that Friday afternoon as a reward for the latest contract award issue by the US Air Force to build alternative power sources for the soldiers in the desert.

So when he finally got up from his desk, he glanced at his watch and it read 10:15PM. He yawned and said, "Fuck... it's late..." After stretching his back, twisting and turning to pop his spine, he picked up the USB Driver that held his speech from his computer and slipped it into vest pocket. He walked to the office door and opened it.

He expected the floor to be black as night, with a few night lights on throughout the office for safety. "Yes master...." he heard as he turned his head and found a halo of light raising from one of the cubicles on the other side of the office.

He turned and walked towards the light and listened. He heard a woman gasp and moan, the crack of a whip, the grunt of a man in the blows of orgasm... and a woman's muzzled scream. He eased around to the back of the cubicle and was appalled at what he saw!!!

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!?!?!?!"

 

[Subjective]

Elizabeth Montgomery was only a two month veteran of GPF, but one of its brighter young stars. Newly degreed with a Masters in Chemical Engineering as well as an MBA, there was no arguing with her power of intellect. As her first professional position she seemed to be fitting in well with the pace and demands of the office, impressing her managers with her acumen and burning desire to learn and achieve. Everyone agreed that she was going places.

It didn't hurt that she was terminally easy on the eyes either, long blond hair, leaf green eyes, and dimples rounded out a sweet, youthful face and provided some balance to her dangerously curvy figure and long taut legs. It was known that she did yoga several times a week to relieve stress and keep fit, and the sole picture on her desk was of her hiking in the mountains with her father.

But could the stress of all of this overachieving really be taken care of with some stretching? The video streamed to her monitor that late night signaled no. She was leaning back in her chair, eyes half closed, her fingers working quickly over her clit, taking in the bondage scene more by ear and her imagination than vision in these final moments.

She missed his footsteps, but startled quickly at his screaming protest. She jumped, fingers dancing over the keyboard, the video disappearing like a dream and replaced with a highly proper spreadsheet in a moment, and she could have just been doing work.

But she hadn't been, and her pale cheeks flushed scarlet under Mr. Steele's angry gaze. She took a slow, deep breath. "I'm terribly sorry sir, I will never let it happen again." It was stupid to say that she thought she had been alone, it was stupid to say that the video had been sent by a friend and she had just gotten caught up in it, curiosity leading to horror leading to dawning hunger and passion, she rarely did anything stupid, so she said none of these things, gave no excuses.

She smoothed her skirt down, erasing the last visual hint of her unprofessionalism while she sat straight in her chair, very carefully focusing her eyes at a point on the carpet and waiting for the rest of the explosion. And trying not to be overly concerned with her still damp fingers and the rich, musky smell of her arousal still hanging in the air.

 

[Powerdog16]

He looked at her and barked, "Just what in the hell do you think you were doing? You realize that you are not the only Chemical Engineer I can call on right?!?! I hired you on because of a personal reference from Randy Gregoire... your instructor!! This is the kind of person he recommends to me? The kind that abuses company policies for her own personal amusements?!?!?! Oh is he going to get an earful from me tomorrow!!!"

He turned and said, "Pack your shit. I want you out of my office now! And don't expect any kind of good recommendation coming from my office! You just signed your death blow to your career sweetheart!!! All because of a St. Andrew's Cross!"

Jack turned and headed back to his office!!! He had let it slip about what he had seen on the video. He was actually somewhat familiar with the tools and toys of the trade. Steele sat at his desk, powered up his computer and began to work up the papers for her termination. He stopped only when he heard his door open. Calmly, he reached to his drawer, sliding it open, and putting his hand on the 9MM he had hidden in his drawer.

He spotted Elizabeth at the door and said, "What do you want? Here to beg for your job? Well... let's hear it... and trust me... I heard them all!!!"

He paused his work, leaned back in his chair and then watched... waiting for her to tap dance on the land mine...

 

[Subjective]

The outburst was as humiliating and horrible as she had expected, echoing in the empty office. She started reaching for the few possessions she had at the office and sliding them into her bag, her mind racing over what he had said.

Wait... what was that about a cross? That made no sense...

A quick internet search explained the term, bringing a fresh blush to her cheeks and the beginning of a plan to her quick mind. It was a long shot, but she had so little to lose. In for a penny, in for a pound.

She walked to his office, knocking once, quietly before letting herself in and closing the door behind her.

"What do you want? Here to beg for your job? Well... let's hear it... and trust me... I heard them all!!!"

She shook her head and spoke carefully, quietly, respectfully and with some small hope. "No, not begging. I didn't know what that thing was. The... the St Andrew's Cross. You do. Well enough to use it's proper name in a tirade. That is intimate knowledge. Of a pretty intimate subject. You can fire me, if you want to. You can replace me tomorrow, I'm sure. With someone who will be almost as good, and almost as dedicated. If you take a minute to think about it, I don't think that is the best choice for the firm."

She licked her lips, pressing her back against the closed door and hoping she wasn't shaking too hard. "But that is your choice and not something I think I can affect overmuch once you make it. Before I go, I wanted to ask, where did you learn what that thing is called? And do you know of where I could gain experience with one?"

He had to hear her heart beating from where he sat, this was a terrible gambit from a desperate girl and she had never before felt so unsure.

 

[Powerdog16]

'Oh shit!' Jack said as he realized she had caught his little mistake. He looked at her as she closed the door and leaned up on it. He reached into his other drawer, removed a long cigar, bit off the tip and then lit it. He stared at her as he reddened the cherry on the tip.

He blew a puff a smoke in her general direction though she was way too far away for reap the benefits of it. He said, "Let me get this straight. You are losing your job... and rather than pleading for your job itself... you are pleading for more knowledge about that cross?!? Un-fucking-believable!!!"

Jack took another long puff from his cigar and got up and walked to the window of the 72 story building and looked down into the city at night. He let his eyes wonder among the traffic, the lights of the skyscrapers, the helicopters and planes flying, the ships in the harbor. He had to admit he loved this city.

He heard the door to his office start to open once more. He never even turned his head when he said, "It is called... a St. Andrew's Cross. It is a display tool for a dom to use on their submissive. It is also a tool used when a dom wants to discipline their sub..."

He turned and looked at her as she let the handle to his door go and stared back. He said, "You can find them at any BDSM club. There are many privately owned ones too... if you know the right people."

He puffed on his cigar again and waited for her to say something... he was curious where she was trying to go with this...

 

[Subjective]

She watched him stall for time, playing with a cigar and her heartbeat pulsed with some tiny hope.

"Let me get this straight. You are losing your job... and rather than pleading for your job itself... you are pleading for more knowledge about that cross?!? Un-fucking-believable!!!"

His tone had softened, just a bit, the righteous anger cooling and being replaced by bluster. He moved to the large windows, the lights of the city glowing like a million stars in the darkness. Her small hope waned as silence stretched out. She quietly turned the knob to let herself out and then he spoke again, his rich voice penetrating the quiet.

"It is called... a St. Andrew's Cross. It is a display tool for a dom to use on their submissive. It is also a tool used when a dom wants to discipline their sub...You can find them at any BDSM club. There are many privately owned ones too... if you know the right people."

His eyes drilled into her, challenging her.

"The job is yours to grant or take away. I haven't seen begging affect you before. Unless you want to see me beg?" she tilted her head gently, questioning.

 

[Powerdog16]

He stared at her for a long time. He walked towards her and puffed on the cigar again. There was a LOT being unsaid at this moment. He could see it in her eyes. Further, it was clear in his eyes too.

As he reached her, he looked deep into those eyes and said, "Let me tell you what is going to happen. You have two choices now. Just two. One, you leave this office, pick up your crap and get out of here. Your career is over in this business. I destroy your credibility. I destroy your hopes of doing anything other than perhaps... teaching at a night school in Fresno somewhere."

He then turned and walked back to the window, puffing his cigar as he did. A cloud of white smoke lingered high in the upper parts of the room. He reached the window again and said, "Two... you strip from your clothes... get on your knees... crawl across this floor... kiss my boots clean... and then beg to keep your job. If you beg well enough, I will let you keep it. However, under one condition. You will become my little play thing to do with as I like... no questions asked. Perhaps I might even take you to my own St. Andrew's Cross... if you are good."

He made it perfectly clear what his intentions were. There was not ambiguity at all with it. He expected to her open that door and walk out... and was surprised when the silence lingered...

 

[Subjective]

He stalked across the office like a big predator and despite herself she tried to take a step back, pressing her back hard against the door while he was still feet away. His gaze pinned her in place, not letting her look away while he gave his threat. She shivered in response and sighed in relief when he turned away, stalking back to the window.

He then gave her his offer. Her stomach turned over, her skin going cold and hot in turn. Her quick mind shuffled through options and kept coming back to his words yelled in anger piercing through her arousal like a knife.

He stood at the window, immobile and huge, strong and threatening. The cigar glowed again.

She stepped out of her heels, becoming several inches shorter and feeling the thick carpet through her stockings. In a fog of disbelief she slid her hands under her skirt and pulled her stockings off first one leg, then the other, leaving her bare toes to grip into the soft, rich flooring. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip from her shoulders, then pulled the camisole that kept her bra from showing through the thin fabric off as well. The fine wool skirt followed, leaving her long legs bare to her hips and revealing the matching pink bra and panties as her only remaining covering. She gathered her clothes and set them over a chair, brushing out any wrinkles and took a deep breath for the final plunge. She turned her back to him, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra and release her round pale breasts, pert with youth, her nipples hardening in the open air. She let her hands fall down her sides, hooking her thumbs on the band of the panties and sliding them down her legs, stepping out of them with a quiet grace, her pussy shaved bare except for a triangle of close clipped blond curls.

She turned back to face him and sank to her knees, bending low to the floor, beginning to shiver at the shock of her own actions. She crawled, palms and knees sliding over the carpet in a hush, bare breasts wobbling where they hung as she moved until she reached the window. She tried not to think of the hundreds of people that could see into that window, or how far the light from the office would illuminate her bare body to the public below. She knelt at his feet, shuddering, and looked up to his eyes, her own shining with the start of tears.

"Please... please don't fire me. Please, it would destroy my parents, I'll do anything you want, please just let me keep my job. I didn't know you were here, I didn't know what that movie was when I started it, I got carried away, please don't let this one mistake destroy my life, please... everything that I am is in your hands, please, please have mercy."

 

[Powerdog16]

Jack looked down at her as she pleaded... she had made a mistake. already she had made a mistake. He listened to her plead for her job and then he simply walked past her, behind his desk. He pulled out the roller chair from it and moved it back towards the door on the furthest side of the room.

He took a seat and stared at her for several long minutes. She had not budged... he wondered if she was even breathing. What he did know what he had a gorgeous view of that round ass, those puffy pink pussy lips and the darkening hole that was her rectum.

He said, "You clearly don't want this job bad enough." He puffed on his cigar and watched her trembling. He said, "I told you to strip from your clothes, crawl to me and kiss my boots clean!"

Jack moved his feet so the boots were out a bit in front of him... ready for the tongue bath. They were already pretty clean...

He said, "Turn your little body around, this time you will lay flat on the ground and low crawl yourself over to my boots... and clean them with that tongue... and try to beg again! You hear me... or... you can get dressed and leave... your choice!"

He knew that she was desperate... desperate enough to reduce herself to being his playtoy despite her college degree. It was one of the perks of being the big man on campus...

 

[Subjective]

She felt one hot tear streak down her cheek and he brushed past her without a word, the thick carpet not able to completely deaden his heavy footfalls. She stayed still, one stray lock of hair falling slowly, hardly daring to breathe. She heard him move his desk chair over to the door and tried to fight her growing confusion. She felt his eyes on her, seeing to stare straight into her most private parts, and one small part of her mind noticed that she was growing wet again.

She flushed as he pointed out her mistake, her face burning bright, her pale skin glowing pink all over, unable to hide her horrified embarrassment. She had forgotten, in all her panic, she had forgotten. Her mouth went dry and her pounding heart skipped a beat.

She whispered his instructions back again, trying to fix them in her wildly frightened mind before she moved. She turned around and met his eyes, lowering herself further until her hips and breasts pressed against the floor and then focused on eeling herself along the ground, her ass working back and forth, her breasts being dragged across the carpet, pulling on her bare skin and making it flush.

She tried to ignore the sensations, the beginning of rug burn on her breasts and stomach, pulling herself from one side of the big office to the other and then kissing the toes of his boots gently before starting to lick them. She licked slowly at first, then faster, with the tip of her pink pointed tongue, systematically covering the shining leather. When she had finished she looked at him, tearfully, questioningly and began to beg, pressing her face to the carpet between his feet and shaking, apologizing again and again for her forgetfulness, for the weakness of her mind and character, and begging for him to understand and let her earn his forgiveness.

Finally the words stopped coming to her and she wept quiet tears onto the floor, trembling, waiting for his judgment.

 

[Powerdog16]

He looked down at her and realized she was truly remorseful. He knew the carpet was hard to crawl over. He had bought it because of the texture. He knew she struggled and loved watching her ass shift back and forth till she was at his feet.

Kissing his boots gave him a hard on he could hardly hide. He listened to her begging once again... only this time... it was with much more feeling and need. He waited for her to fall silent and then gave her a moment longer to linger in the silence before he spoke.

"This is the way this is going to work. You work your regular shifts at your regular pay. However, you will expect to take more trips with me to my dealings so you will need to ensure you get a list of my schedule and plan accordingly." Jack said getting past the formality part.

"This is our little secret. If anyone... a reporter, a cop, a friend, a distant cousin in reno... no body... got it..." he said as she nodded feverishly.

"Get on your knees, shoulder width apart. Put your hands behind your head, fingers interlaced, back straight chest pushed out. Do it now!" He watched her quickly struggle to get into position. He kicked gently at her knees, making her spread them wider.

"You are going to be my little play toy. I am going to take charge of you... teach you, train you, make you my little slave when you are off duty. It is going to be rough, it is going to be disorienting... but you will do it... Do you understand?" He looked down at her as she nodded.

He got up and walked to the cabinet agasint the wall, opened it... and revealed a silver choker with a allen wrench nut on it. He picked up an allen wrench as well. He walked to her, sat down and unfastened the nut, which opened the choker. He lookd at her and said, "This little piece of jewelry will remind you of what you are to me. You are my little miss... my pet... my submissive." He fastened it around her neck, then moved the allen nut in place and tightened it. To the normal bystander, it would look like a simple choker... but to her and anyone that knew what to look for, it was a claim by a Master.

He then said, "The survival of your job... depends on how well you do your additional duties now and the first one is so show me just how good you are at giving head." He caught her eyes look up at him and he said, "Never look at me unless I tell you too!" She averted her eyes and he said, "Unzip me and show me how good you really are..."

 

[Subjective]

She laid limp at his feet until he spoke and then she looked up to him, propping herself up on her elbows and nodding in agreement, trying to assimilate all the changes in her life along with the rush of gratitude she felt to him.


"Get on your knees, shoulder width apart. Put your hands behind your head, fingers interlaced, back straight chest pushed out. Do it now!"

She followed his instructions like a yoga pose, fluidly raising to her knees and putting her hands gently at the back of her head, tucking her tailbone to rest on top of her feet and trying not to wince as he kicked her raw knees open wider. She thought briefly about protesting as his hands brushed loose hairs away from her neck and clasped the metal around her throat, but it was too quickly attached with a weight of permanence, tightened down and fit to her. She was marked as his and she felt her skin flush again with the shame, fear and excitement of the thought.

"The survival of your job... depends on how well you do your additional duties now and the first one is so show me just how good you are at giving head."

She looked up to him, blinking in uncertainty, only to be caught up short with his admonishment and quickly cast her eyes down to the carpet. She slowly let her gaze rise to his zipper and tentatively released her hands to tug the zipper down and release his cock, tilting her head up to touch her half open lips to the head of his cock. Again the soft, grateful kiss, almost innocent, if it weren't from a naked collared girl kneeling at his feet. She stroked her fingers down his shaft, pulling his cock free of his pants and then laced her hands behind her head again, and used only her lips to gently suck his cock into her wet mouth.

Gently, slowly, she took him deeper, guiding and caressing his shaft and head with her tongue and lips, her eyes falling closed as she moaned softly, losing herself in a private joy of service.

 

[Powerdog16]

Okay... Jack was impressed. She moved her hands behind her head and gave head like a professional! He watched her bob up and down on him and though she was really good at what she was doing, she was missing something important for him.

He coiled her hair up in his hand and then without warning, he shoved his entire cock down past her jugglar and down into her throat! He felt her arms go to leave her head and he grabbed her thumbs and pinned them hard together... and then pushed them back behind her head.

He watched her look up at him and he figured she was calculating biting him off just to get a chance to breath air again! He said, "Suck slut... Suck your Master..."

Despite how much she gagged on his tool, her lips sealed up on him. He felt her his cock being sucked... and she fought through the gagging the entire time!

He finally pulled his cock from her throat... giving her a moment to breath... but only a moment before going back in! He stood up in front of her and kept a hand on her hair and her thumbs as he forced his shaft down her throat... burning hard into her!

He knew he was starting to get close to release, when he felt himsel getting hotter, harder and longer! The gagging that rang out from her lips only drove him more insane with need as she still struggled to suck his tool! He pushed down just as he was getting close to the edge and said, "Look at me!"

Her eyes shifted up as he kept his dick seated deeply inside her and said, "When I cum in your mouth, you will not swallow it. You will not spit it out. It will sit in your mouth and you will savor the taste of my seed like the finest wine! Do you understand pet?"

She gave a slightly nod and he then really went to town on her, giving her only seconds at a time to breath before driving his tool down her throat, forcing her to gag and fight nausea! He didn't give a crap at this point if she enjoyed it... it was not about her. She was fighting for her job and he would make her fight hard for it!

Just as he was about to release, he pulled his head back till it was the only thing in her mouth and he shot his white creamy load into her mouth! He pumped with his hand over and over... till he was finished. He tipped her head back and said, "Show me your gift..."

 

[Subjective]

She felt him shudder and smiled to herself, taking no small pride in his pleasure in her. His hand went to her hair, the neat coil beginning to un roll into a mass of pins and soft loops. His fingers gathered the fallen locks into a twisted knot, claiming control of her head and pulled her onto his cock in a rough, quick jerk. The head of his cock thrust hard against the back of her throat, surprising her and making her choke before shoving deep down her throat. She was caught off balance, almost falling in surprise and tried to reach to catch herself, but his strong hand captured her thumbs and pinned her into position, impaled on his cock.

Seconds ticked by, unable to breathe she looked up to him, trying to gauge his intentions, increasingly desperate for air.

"Suck slut... Suck your Master..."

She wrapped her lips tight around the base of his shaft and sucked as best as she could with the pounding of her soft throat. Eventually she was rewarded with a quick gasp of air, taken past the hard cockhead between her lips, her mouth never fully emptied. He stood up and levered her head backwards, fucking her throat harder and faster while she tried to keep up, tried to keep her lips and tongue tight and working over his shaft. She fought with herself, gagging and choking at almost every rough stroke, her throat making wet meat sounds as he pounded into her.

She felt him get closer, his balls tightening where they slapped her chin, his cock swelling hard to fill her throat painfully. He shook her to get her attention.

"Look at me!"

Her dazed, dreamy gaze traveled up and up to meet his eyes.

"When I cum in your mouth, you will not swallow it. You will not spit it out. It will sit in your mouth and you will savor the taste of my seed like the finest wine! Do you understand pet?"

Savor, she thought, clinging to that word desperately she nodded and the onslaught began anew, rougher and faster, using her throat like a wet fist to masturbate into. She could never have kept up that punishing pace without his strong hands pulling her head forward and back, his hips thrusting brutally to force his cock into her raw throat.

She felt his cock pulse once and he drew back, squirting hot cum over her tongue. She breathed heavily through her nose, forcing her dry heaving stomach to calm while the sticky mess filled her cheeks. His hand pumped his shaft into her mouth, squirting each new stream into her where she could catch it with her tongue and savor it. Finally he was wrung dry and reclaimed his cock from her lips, pulling on her hair to raise her face up. She let her eyes fall closed, avoiding meeting his gaze.

"Show me your gift..."

Eyes closed, she opened her red, swollen lips to show him what he had given her, white and creamy, beginning to gel in her hot mouth, filling from her closed throat to her cheeks and tongue.

 

[Powerdog16]

Jack watched her as she opened her mouth and and showed him his own seed. He said, "Close your mouth now... but don't you dare swallow till you are told to..." There were two reasons for this. One, seed kept her mouth full so talking was not to be an option. Two, seed was not always the most tasteful thing to savor and it took work to keep it inside.

He grabbed her hair and pushed her face down on the carpet once again. He pushed his boot onto the top of her head and pressed down. Jack said, "Spread your legs and arms out... now cunt..."

As she did as he told her... he just sat there and enjoyed the rest of his cigar... for the next hour.

She laid there quiet, head pinned between his boot and his carpet. It was almost midnight before he finally put out his cigar and stood up, walking over to her clothes and started going through them. He gathered everything up and walked to his desk, opened the bottom drawer and shoved them inside, closing it and locking it.

He said, "You may swallow now. Listen and listen well..." He walked back to his chair, rolled it back to his desk and then sat down in it, "You are going to keep your job... for now. Come to my side..."

He watched her start to get up and he said, "I didn't say get up! I said come here... listen to what I am saying... now get your ass over here..."

Jack watched her low crawl yet again across the floor to his right side. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees. He said, "Slave kneel..."

For a moment, she did nothing and then like a light bulb she went back to the position he taught her. He turned his chair so he could face her directly. He let his hands move to her body, pinching her nipples firmly, sliding down between her legs only to smile when he found her completely saturated... a long stream of juices linking her loin to the carpet.

He said, "So... I see what you are..." Her face went crimsom... He said, "When you go home, you will not touch yourself. You will only cum when and where I choose... do you understand?"

He watched her nod and he said, "Good. Tomorrow, no more of this conservative dress shit... dress like you mean it. I want to see tits and ass... now get the fuck out of my office. I am ready to go home..."

Jack watched her as she realized he was letting her go... but without a stitch of her clothing...

 

[Subjective]

She squeaked in surprise when he forced her back down to the floor, her saliva wet cheek rubbing into the textured rug. Then she felt the blunt pressure of his boot take over, pinning her head to the ground. She slid herself out spread eagle at his command, confusion being replaced by grim quiet acceptance.

The clock ticked, the cigar crackled, her cheek dried to the carpet. She shifted slightly a few times, fighting the growing distaste at the mouthful of cum she held, a soft whimper escaping her from time to time, but she stayed, letting her body relax in that revealing position, even the weight of the boot on her head becoming almost comforting after a while.

She had long lost track of time when he stood up, startling her, her stiff muscles rippling as she remembered to stay where he put her. She heard him pick up her clothes, and open a drawer and close it, but tried not to connect the two.

She swallowed, gagging softly, but managed to choke the mouthful of cool cum down without too much issue. His next words made her stomach flutter with nervous success... if all nights were going to be like this one it may have been better to lose her job. She started to move stiffly, her muscles complaining from their long pose, and was caught up short by his correction.

She was going to have to learn to not make any assumptions.

She lowered herself back onto the floor and made the slow, agonizing crawl back to his desk, a hundred time harder now with her body aching and tired, the adrenaline long worn off. She kissed his boot again, laying her head by his foot, her body a long pale line of curves against the dark carpet. She was so tired, she ached, her throat was raw and dry, she was naked and vulnerable, past fighting or even questioning.

She yelped as he grabbed her hair and pulled her onto her knees by the long tangles.

"Slave kneel..."

She looked at him is stupid confusion for a moment, forgetting to avert her eyes for an instant, but looking away seemed to spur an epiphany and she straightened her spine, thrusting her breasts up to him, lifting her arms up and placing her hands behind her head. She felt her breath come faster and her body heat, impossibly fast, just from the commanding tone in his voice. His hands ranged over her body taking ownership of her breasts, pinching her nipples as they hardened instantly at his touch. She shuddered with the wave of feeling that came from letting him touch her so disrespectfully, examine her body while she stayed still, open and vulnerable.

His hands ranged lower, over her ribs and stomach, down to her hips and finally to the heat between her legs, making her shudder and moan despite her determination to stay still and quiet. The lightest brush of his fingers over her slick mound made her head spin, she hadn't know she could be this hungry for the touch of a man, much less one who had used her so cruelly, but she would do the evening over again and more if he would touch her again.

She flushed with that realization, and with his commenting on it, her skin warming to pink as far down as her breasts, her face positively blazing. She nodded at his newest command and then the entirety of her situation began to dawn on her. Her clothes were nowhere to be found. He wasn't giving them back. Her mind rushed through possibilities.

She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to the door, only sitting up to open it. He hadn't told her to stand up, only to get out.

Would he be angry if she took a coat left by someone in the coat closet and wore it home? Did he want her to be resourceful, or merely naked? Even in this city, even at this hour, a completely naked woman on the subway would be remarked upon, and he said to keep this an absolute secret.

She crawled to the coat closet and found a jacket that was much too big for her, its hem falling low enough to cover her ass, as long as she didn't sit down. It was a windbreaker, marked with a supplier's logo, a giveaway from a sales team and not likely to be missed for the evening. She grabbed her purse from her cube and headed home, wetness still dripping down her thighs, trying to figure out what she would wear the next day that wouldn't get her fired for one reason or another.

 

[Powerdog16]

The next morning, Jack was already up and going bright an early with the energy of a man who had slept 12 hours. At 5AM, he was in his office working with his travel agency in the preparation for his trip to Topeka to a new cheaper and far more efficient wind turbine that would create more energy for less cost upfront and down the road.

"Listen, I don't care if the jet is not going to be ready till 9AM tomorrow. I want that plane ready by 8AM or you can find yourself a new job! Do you got it!" He slammed the phone down and barked, "Imbecile!"

He hung the phone up and then glanced down at his cabinet. For a moment, he opened it and glanced down at her clothes, specifically pulling out her panties and glancing at them. He had always know she was a gorgeous woman and the fact that he had her under this thumb made her even more beautiful to him.

Jack had always had this sick and twisted part of him that he held secret from everyone. He seemed to thrive in the discomfort of everyone else. It was why he kept threatening jobs and pay cuts around his employees. Sure it did not help the morale as much as it should, but when you are top of the line in the business, people wanted to work for you for the reputation factor alone and were willing to take on any kind of abuse to make themselves known.

Steele spent the next 35 minutes working out with his personal gym he had in the back chamber of his office... and then headed to the shower and cleaned up, shaved, and got into his suit. During the week, when he was not flying about the country, he was practically living in his back chamber of his office, which was a 25 foot by 25 foot room with a queen bed in it, his work out gear, his plasma screen, a wetbar, sofa, small kitchen and bathroom. It would be considered an efficiency apartment by most technical terms and it fit with his own lifestyle.

On the weekends however, it was a little different story. He owned a 6 bedroom, 4 bath house with a massive kitchen, private game room, 'play' room, living room and den, massive back yard with a pool and jacuzzi... all the anemities of life...

He returned to his office, locking the back room up and glanced up just in time to see Liz walking passed his office. He got up and walked to the door, opening it, and snapping his fingers... "You... Montgomery, come here..."

He turned and walked back into his office, leaving her to the wandering eyes of her fellow co-workers, which not only wondered what she was doing dressed the way she was, but why would the CEO himself want to see her...

 

[Subjective]

Liz made it home with only a little difficulty, a couple of young thugs were working themselves up to do something daring to her when she slid off the subway and walked to her apartment. The place was nice, impressively so for a single young woman working in the city, but was still at its heart a one bedroom apartment. She showered for a long time, letting the hot, steamy water soother her jangled nerves and racing thoughts.

It was still a long time before she could sleep and all too soon the alarm blared her awake. She stretched gratefully and did her morning yoga routine, trying to keep her sense of peace for as long as possible. It lasted until she opened her closet to get dressed. She had never been much of a party girl, so her club wear was limited, at best, and what could be repurposed to even pretend to be office worthy was even more so.

She ended up with a short frilly skirt, the top layer a thin white and grey plaid, with multiple layers of black transparent material, the whole confection bouncing and swaying from her hips as she moved, flowing down to cover the round curve of her ass, pleated tight and smooth over her pelvis. She added a pair of black and white tights and her highest heels, black patent leather mary janes with almost five inches of heel. She slipped on a smooth black lace bra and a grey collared button up silk shirt that was professional enough in cut, but so thin her bra showed through easily.

She braided her hair to hide the nut on the collar and looked in the mirror, sighing. She looked like a club version of a school girl. Fired. She was going to get fired.

She got on the subway and tried to ignore the stares of the other commuters, and the hand that crept onto her ass in the crowded car. She got off at the firm's stop and shuddered, feeling dirty, her face flushing already.

And then, she tried to focus on work. Oddly, that was easy, losing herself in the problems of the day, her coworkers professional enough to politely ignore her clothing after a first startled stare. The occasional yells from Steele's office made her jumpier than usual, but no one noticed anything different, he always yelled.

"You... Montgomery, come here..."

She shuddered at his voice, directed in command at her once again, her knees going instantly weak. She didn't see the raised eyebrows as she reported to his office, focusing intently on not dropping to crawl to him. She managed to remain upright into his office, shutting the door behind her.

"Yes sir, can I do something for you?" She stood much as she had the night before, the door at her back, pale and worried, hoping for his approval.

 

[Powerdog16]

Jack turned and looked at her. He walked towards her, letting his eyes shift up and down her body. He said, "What the hell is this?" He reached to the doorknob and locked the door.

He ran his hands down along the black frilly material and said, "At what point did I say it was okay to dress like you were going to a goth club? This is a business!"

He watched her eyes shift to pure horror. He didn't give a shit. He turned and walked back to the desk and sat down. He said, "lilmiss.. get over here."

He watched her take one step... then stop... drop to her knees and crawl to him. He nodded as she reached him and positioned herself in a slave kneel. He looked down at her and said, "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear enough last night. You will dress professionally... but sexy. short business skirts, tights or thigh highs, heels like you are, low cut, and teasing... You will catch the eyes of every man and woman out there with your outfit and not because you are dressed gothika." This time his tone was calmer. If she was going to be working with him in front of the cameras like he planned, she had to dress more business like.

He lifted her chin to face him. He did not care if anyone saw him because the only windows that had open blinds looked out onto the city below. He said, "I read your personnel file again. I would imagine all that all that time in the lab working on your degrees kept you from enjoying the other parts of your life... including your sex appeal." He moved his hand to her throat and clamped down on her.

He watched as her eyes rolled up into her head and closed. It was something most subs did as they felt control being taken from them by their Master. She was a sub... whether she knew it or not fully. He said, "You are going to go home... change into something else, then go to the mall and pick up a few new outfits. Things that look good in front of a camera and professional... yet extremely seductive and teasing..."

Jack reached into his wallet and pulled a credit card. He pulled her top out and slipped it into her bra... tucking it safely away. He then said, "You have $1000 dollars to use on a new wardrobe. $1000... no more... If you are going to be my pet... you will dress as I see fit. While you are at it... include a selection of lingerie with it."

He looked at her shocked face as he said, "You are going to learn real quick... I reward effort. You dressed in this outfit and came to work. I recognize that it was not an easy thing for you to do. Your reward is a new wardrobe to avoid this situation again."

Jack helped her to her feet and said, "You will also learn that I punish for disobedience and right now... everything you do and say will be under a magnifying glass that I hold and it is your job and career that will be at stake."

He walked to the door, then turned and looked at her. She remained right where she stood. He said, "You can come here Liz."

As she walked to him, he unlocked the door and then said, "I want you back at work in my office by 1PM wearing something that will impress me." He then said, "As far as this... if we were clubbing... or out on the town... I would approve of it... But not at work... Do you understand?"

She nodded and then he opened the door and let her out...

 

[Subjective]

She felt her shaky resolve shatter in an instant, her stomach twisting and sour.

"lilmiss.. get over here."

She sank to her knees and crawled, almost grateful not to be standing, not to have to look him in the eye. She took an absurd comfort in kneeling by his feet, enough to take a breath, not enough to stop shaking, her blood turned to ice.

She took another breath, calming at his tone, even though his words were angry, his tone was instructive, teaching her. And she would listen. His fingers on her chin turned her face up, her eyes drifting half closed to avoid his, the warm light of day shining in on her from the big windows.

"I read your personnel file again. I would imagine all that all that time in the lab working on your degrees kept you from enjoying the other parts of your life... including your sex appeal."

And then his hand closed down on her throat, squeezing the breath from her. She simply yielded, relaxing, her mind emptying of thought, filled only with his voice and his touch. When he released her throat she waved a bit, as if the support she was taking from his touch had left her, but stayed still, posed on his floor.

"You are going to go home... change into something else, then go to the mall and pick up a few new outfits. Things that look good in front of a camera and professional... yet extremely seductive and teasing...You have $1000 dollars to use on a new wardrobe. $1000... no more... If you are going to be my pet... you will dress as I see fit. While you are at it... include a selection of lingerie with it."

The card was cool and stiff against her soft warm breast. She nodded acquiescence, her face marked with confusion and no small amount of shock. That was more than her rent each month and he was asking her to simply go spend it. On her lunch hour. On clothes.

Slowly, shyly, she smiled at him, and then disappeared, changing quickly at home and then striking out for the high end mall. She picked out a collection of basic pieces, classic shoes with severe stilleto heels and peep toes, short, tight skirts in linen and wool, conservative in material, dangerous in cut. She picked out a few matching jackets and had them fitted, to be picked up in a few days. Thin silk shells in colors sensual and innocent, that clung to her curves and sang on her skin. She stroked the amazing material and smiled, this was almost fun. On a lark she added an impossibly tall heeled red shoe. It might be a bit too much, but it made her look and feel like sex walking. She decided to risk it.

The hushed lingere store was a different experience entirely. The sales woman led her to her own fitting room and served her tea, asking her about what she was looking for. She blushed and stammered something about classy and sexy and the woman nodded, patting her hand with assurance. "I'll be right back."

And right back she was, with a demi cup bustier and matching thong, sweet with lace and ribbons, a couple of sets of lean and sexy panties and bra, in red, and white, and black, and finally a dainty corset laced with ribbon and a pengior. "For wearing on its own, you know." She smiled and nodded and bought them all.

She dressed in pale blue and cream, letting her hair down and pinning it with a silver barrette. Sweet and professional, in sharp heels and a figure hugging skirt. She dropped the bags off at her place and barely made it back to the office on time, returning the card and the receipts in an envelope back to Steele's office, giving him a little smile and a tiny turn before heading back to her desk.

 

[Powerdog16]

Jack had to admit, she dressed up nicely! His little pet dressed up very nicely. As she returned back to work, he continued to gaze at her until the door to his office was closed and she was off to work. He picked up the card, tucked it away and then began rummaging through her receipts, doing a quick talley and finding she had spent $943.56. She was smart not to run it up to the absolute limit. That told him a little more about her character...

The rest of the day went by at a snail's pace. He worked on his upcoming projects and his speeches for most of the afternoon. The next day, he would be out of the office on a plane to Kansas so he spent the later part of the afternoon focused on that.

When he checked his time, he found that it was getting close to time for everyone to go home. He turned to his laptop, pulled up his email and sent a message to his pet, "Come to my office 20 minutes after everyone leaves, pet..." He attached a read reciept which he promptly got as well as a response of a simple, 'yes, sir'.

He wrapped up his tasks and headed back to his energy efficient apartment in the back and began to pack a bag for the next day's trip. He would be gone to a three day energy con where he was Guest of Honor and speaking every day of this trip. Once he was done, he heard his office door open.

Jack turned and headed back to the office, spotting his pet standing inside the door, her back pressed to it. He said, "Lock it. Come with me." he turned and disappeared into his apartment.

As she followed him, he said, "Tomorrow pet... you will be going with me to Kansas as my personal assistant. You need to pack for 3 days and will meet me at the airport tomorrow morning at 5AM to fly out."

He heard a humble and meek, "Yes sir..." he knew she had all kind of other little projects that she had been working on and it would take a bit of time for her to postpone them. This was going to be yet another test of just how bad she wanted this job.

He poured up a glass of water took a long drink of it and then turned and looked back at her. He said, "You dress up very nicely pet. I did notice the reaction I wanted is already happening. You got several second and third glances out there. But none of those glances matter do they... except those I give you... do you understand?"

She gave a meek nod. She was his and no others. He said, "Good... now I told you to buy some sexy little pieces of lingerie too... I trust you have some on under that outfit. Show me pet..."

 

[Subjective]

The uplift of hie eyebrows, the way his eyes appraised her form a second time... she smiled to herself as she flitted back to her desk. He liked it. She felt the warmth of his approval all the way down her spine. She had work to do. She had found his schedule, after overhearing the outburst that morning, and knew he was traveling.

He had told her to be prepared, and she intended to obey. If he didn't want to take her to Kansas, well, she would be a little further along on her projects than otherwise. If he did, she would be ready. She lost track of time, tying up lose ends, and blinked in surprise as the time on the email that popped up for her registered. Was it really that late?

She blushed at the short command, responding the only way she knew how and then paying more than usual attention to the comings and goings of her coworkers. Mostly the goings. Her department emptied out, then the floor, leaving her alone with Steele.

5:27.

At 5:47 she slipped into his office, shutting the door behind her. Steele appeared from his back office, the private suite he kept so he could work longer hours. The perqs of power.

"Lock it. Come with me."

Her fingers slipped on the cool metal as she threw the bolt. She took a breath and followed him through the door at the back of the office, focusing on walking in her new heels.

The place took her breath away, small, efficient, and gorgeous, with an even more astonishing view of the city, if that were possible. She looked around wide eyed for a moment, trying to take it all in, the high gloss of the equipment, exercise and tiny kitchen, the gleam of a sparkling bathroom, the sheen of luxury fabrics on the bed. She blushed as her eyes found the bed, looking down to the ground.

"Yes sir." She said softly, humbled again by the circumstances that were moving so quickly for her, that humility outweighing even the small flash of pride at staying ahead of his attentions. She cataloged the bit of work that was left to be done to prepare for her absence and made a mental note to call the store and inquire about shipping her jackets to Kansas.

He poured crystal clear water into a glass from a pitcher on the bar and she licked her lips nervously in response.

"You dress up very nicely pet. I did notice the reaction I wanted is already happening. You got several second and third glances out there. But none of those glances matter do they... except those I give you... do you understand?"

She blushed, she had noticed a few looks as well, and was happy he liked that she was getting them. She shook her head, the appreciative looks of others only mattered in that Steele wanted them, they didn't change her obedience.

"Good... now I told you to buy some sexy little pieces of lingerie too... I trust you have some on under that outfit. Show me pet..."

She flushed, not with pride this time, but with the knowledge that very soon she would again be naked and at his feet, that she would do what he asked, and that his dark heart held little mercy for her.

She slipped the pale blue shell off, her bra a smooth cream that lifted her full breasts high without covering more than the nipples. She unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, its silk lining sliding in a soft hush over her stocking clad legs, revealing her classic thigh highs clipped to garters and delicate thong panties. She hung her clothes carefully on the doorknob to the private room and stepped to an open spot on the floor, still in the tall heels.

"I hope these are appropriate. The sales lady said that they should be."

 

[Powerdog16]

Jack turned and looked at his pet. She stood there in a very sexy set of lingerie... and the collar he put on her neck. Taking his glass of water with him, he walked towards, slowly walking around her, examining her like she was a piece of property for which... she was... to him.

He let his fingers move down to her hosiery, touching, feeling a growing excitement inside him as he moved up along the round of her bottom, and the curve of her bosom...

Jack smiled and said, "Oh yes... they are appropriate... I am pleased."

He could see a small amount of tension seem to leave her body and he said, "As a matter a fact, I think others should get a chance to look at this outfit as well..."

He reached up, taking her collar and pulling her from her position to the corner of his apartment, which consisted of two clear panel windows. He smiled as she realized that even though they were pretty high in the sky, there were other skyscrapers around and anyone with a good set of binoculers could easily look inside.

He pressed her nose into the very corner of the window and kicked her legs apart till the her toes were spread to the seperate walls. He reached to the dresser and pulled out 12' piece of rope and moved her elbows behind her back till they touched, then he ran the rope around both elbows, then secured it with a solid knot and then moved to her wrists... and secured them as solid as he did the elbows. He ran his fingers under the rope to ensure there was a little play so her arms did not lose circulation.

He leaned in and said, "Don't move a muscle.. and keep your eyes open. See that building over there... apartments. And they love to examine the other buildings with their telescopes and binoculars." He pressed her chest towards the window, so here breasts to the window.

He smiled and then turned back towards the inner sanctum of his apartment...leaving her to enjoy the public display

 

[Subjective]

She stood still, waiting, barely breathing, her skin warm and warmer, the room feeling cool. She focused her eyes carefully on a spot on the floor, feeling his eyes on her, then his fingers, stroking her skin, the exposed thigh above the stocking, the round globe of her ass, the concave arch of her waist, the sensitive rarely touched skin under her breasts, the soft silky lace drawn tight over her bosom... and she stood still, taking small sips of air, his fingers roaming, examining her.

"Oh yes... they are appropriate... I am pleased."

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, and her skin flushed, glowing with pleasure.

His finger looped strongly under her collar and pushing her to the corner of the apartment. The huge windows loomed, the view of the city becoming her entire surroundings, vertigo threatening her and her toes being forced ever close to the edge. The lighting on the edge of the apartment was designed to keep the activities and occupants shielded from outside eyes, but in her current position she was highlighted as if in a spotlight. Her face was forced against the glass, the chilll of the night like ice against her warm skin.

He pushed her legs open wide, and she blushed at the thought of the view from below.

His hands returned pulling her arms back, her elbows to the center of her back, the strain on her shoulders intensified until elbows touched, her breasts forced high and forward. She moaned softly as the rope slithered around her arms, coiling around her like a snake, tightening around her arms and binding them from elbow to wrist, securely, unable to move.

"Don't move a muscle.. and keep your eyes open. See that building over there... apartments. And they love to examine the other buildings with their telescopes and binoculars."

She heard him smile and knew he was savoring her discomfort. He pressed her breasts against the glass, her nipples hardening as they touched the cold glass.

She obeyed, scanning the windows across the street, her own voyerism made ludicrous by her exposure. She had almost started to breathe normally when she saw the first one, a man, young, looking out of his window and into hers. She couldn't hear what he said, but his excitement was obvious as he gestured frantically into the unobservable room, and soon more men came to the window, their faces peering up at her, mouths open, talking and cheering. She blushed, trembling. She tried to pull her eyes away, she wanted to duck her head, hide her face, but she obeyed. And then she saw something that made her grow pale and cold with fear.

None of them seemed to have binoculars...but one of them had a camera. Not just the cell phones they were pointing in her direction, unable to get more than a flesh colored smudge at this distance at night, but a real camera, with a thick lens that required a second hand to operate.

"S-sir?" she licked her lips, not turning from the window, but trying to be heard. "Sir? The....one of them has a camera... a good one... they have to know whose window this is..."

 

[Powerdog16]

"S-sir? Sir? The....one of them has a camera... a good one... they have to know whose window this is..."

Jack smiled as he knew exactly who it was that she referred to. He said, "Oh yeah! That is Keith Hampton... photographer for the website 'Skyline Voyeurs'. It is a very popular site!"

He watched her standing perfectly still and said, "Has he gotten a picture of you?"

"y... yes sir... three..."

He said, "Come here pet..." He watched her stand up straight, then turn and walk to him. He smiled and said, "If we are going to let him photo you... then we need to give him something to photograph... don't you think? Oh... and before you ask... no... he doesn't know anything about this building or floor. The room is held thorugh a bunch of third party rental management groups so they can't link it to me... so long as I never go to the window... I am safe."

As she stood there, he slid his hands along the sides of her waist, slowly up. He leaned in, his lips inches from hers... her vanillla minty breath warmed him. He felt her head tilt up and her lips almost reach for his. He slowly smiled and said, "What ... exactly do you think I am going to do with you... hmmm? Kiss you... make you fall in love with me perhaps?"

He watched her back ever so slightly and her eyes refocus on him. He slid his hands up her sides and said, "Don't forget why you are here. Don't forget your job is at stake and this point, your entire career..."

Jack's eyes grew colder as he slid his hands up to her bra straps and slid them off her shoulders... He pushed her bra down exposing her beautiful breasts to him. He looked down at them and then back up to her and said, "You are here as my toy. You are here because I own you now..."

He slid down her sides, till his hands fingered the sides of her panties... then slid them over her hips and down to the floor. He smiled as he slid his fingers between her hips... finding her body wet and oh so needy. She needed this... she needed to be humiliated...

He walked to the table and returned with a pair of scissors in hand. After a couple of snips at the straps of her bra, it soon found itself on the floor with her panties. He gave her one nice long thorough look as he ran his hand up to her neck, clamping down on it. He watched her eyes roll back into her head in pleasure. The hand at her neck instantly pushed her to submission. He took his other hand and slapped her face lightly, forcing her back to the here and now. He siad, "Stay focused slave..."

She watched him once again as he turned her back to the window and said, "Back to your corner pet... give Kieth a show... and you had better make it worth while..."