Yes Boss, Yes Master (closed)

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Greg didn't want to go out with his buddy Jim that night. Jim had been talking about going to this club called "Collared" for weeks and finally they had a reason to go. Greg had gotten hired at an Law firm by the name of Stewart, Cole, and Crass and Jim saw that as a perfect reason to celebrate. It was Friday and Greg started work on Monday so there was no reason to go....except it was two guys going to a bondage club.

Jim insisted on it though, "Look I wanna see some chicks in fucking chains and shit man. Let's go. If the place ain't poppin then we'll leave. Stop being such a hemeroid."

Greg finally agreed and that night he stepped into club Collared. The place was huge, dance music pumped through the PA like a heart beat, consuming everyone. Cages hung from the ceiling and it took Greg a moment to realize that there were girls in the cages dancing.

Every where he looked there were girls in tight leather outfits, chains hanging off of them. Some girls wore collars that had leashes attached to him. Some guy next to the girls held onto the leash and the girls snuggled submissively beside them.

People danced in the center of the room and Jim laughed, slapping Greg on the chest. "Let get drinks."

Greg followed Jim to the bar, his eyes moving around in disbelief.

Then saw her. The woman was insanely beautiful. She had on a leather outfit too, made of black and reds. On her neck was a collar, but no leash. She sat on what looked like a throne and watched people. Greg wanted to meet her, but she held an air of supremeness about her. Like she was the ruler here and you don't just walk up to a ruler and hit on them.

Jim picked up on a couple of chicks and started asking them about the collars. He laughed when they explained that it meant sexual ownership to hold the leash of another person. Jim rolled his eyes probably thinking that it was nonsense, but Greg could see it everywhere he looked. This was a crazy place and he wanted to learn more about it.

Jim got bored quickly though and they ended up going to their normal spot that night.

* * * *

Monday morning Greg overslept and panicked as he scrambled to get dressed. His tie was twisted and his pants upziped as he burst into the lobby of the law firm just barely on time. He scrambled to straighten his tie, but forgot to zip up his pants as he was led up to meet the executives of the firm.

He was to meet with Elizabeth Cole and work under her. A secretary led him to her office, whispering to him that his fly was down before opening the door for him. Greg blushed and yanked his zipper up just before coming into contact with Elizabeth Cole.

Greg froze.

He couldn't believe it was her.

Elizabeth Cole, partner in one of the biggest law firms in the city.

Elizabeth Cole, Queen of Collared.

It was her who had been on that throne, observing the club like a Queen oversees her kingdom. He couldn't believe it, but he knew it would not be smart to open his mouth about that.

"Hi Ms. Cole. I'm Greg Shoemaker it's nice to meet you." Did his voice shake? He didn't think so, but he knew his hands were sweaty. He had never wanted someone so instantly and so completely. What was it about her that turned on every nerve cell in his body?

 

[Wolf Vixen]

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Elizabeth Cole, it was a rather regal name but she never thought so. Her parents wanted to name her after some queen in england but she didn't live in England so what was the point? Elizabeth was born and raised in the United States. She lived a normal childhood like most kids did. She went to school, she was top of her class and then after graduation went on to law school. By the time she was 30 years old, she was a partner in a law firm, one of the best if she had anything to say about it.

That was the life everyone saw, the one that was hidden was a dark life, one of bondage and discipline. She was the owner of a bondage club, someplace safe for people like her to come and enjoy themselves. It wasn't grand or anything, but it was hers and where she spent most of her free time. She liked giving people a safe place to play, not to mention enjoying that part of her life herself.

She was only 5'5" tall, 120 lbs, dark hair, curves in all the right places with strikingly dark eyes. She was dominating in her career, taking no prisoners and yet in her personal life she was rather submissive. Though to this day she still hadn't found the right man to hold her leash.

In her club the rules were simple, the submissives with a leash attached to their collars were taken, the ones without a leash attached were free game, though you were to show proper respect to them at all time. In this part of her life the submissive still had the control in whether a scene played out or not and she backed that submissive every step of the way. Now that didn't mean if the submissive was wrong she wouldn't call her on it. Those were usually fun, since those were the times that submissive found herself center stage for a nice show for everyone else. It was times like these that actually weeded out the real ones from the fakes.

Anyway, enough about that, Elizabeth was sure that that part of her life would come up again, just not right now. Right now she had a meeting with Greg Shoemaker, one of the most promising men in the field. He was hired to be her assistant and this would help him with his work credits in school as well. He was close to finishing and didn't have many if any classes left. The bar exam would be what would take most of his time up, but she was more than willing to show him the ropes and teach him the proper way to handle things.

There was a knock on her door and it rousted her from her thoughts. She called for them to come in as she stood and walked around her desk. Linda, her secretary led Greg into her office. He looked vaguely familiar, but then again she ran into so many people in her line of work, it was not surprising. He stepped forward and offered her his hand, "Pleasure Greg, please call me Elizabeth, no need to be so formal now that you have the position." Elizabeth couldn't help but smile at him.

For some reason he seemed a bit on edge but she took it as being nervous about his first day on the job. She motioned for him to take a seat in one of the two chairs in front of her desk, "Care for anything to drink?" Elizabeth nodded to Linda and moved to lean against her desk, placing her hands beside her, "No need to be nervous Greg, before the day is over with I am sure the other partners will make you feel like you have been here for years. Oh and to let you know, lunch will be on us today, another way to ease you into this. This position will be a tough one as many call me a slave driver, but I promise you, what you learn from it is well worth it."

Elizabeth continued to chat with him about what his duties would be but even as she chatted away she tried to place where she saw him before. He had dark hair, dark eyes, like hers. He was handsome even if he looked like he rushed a bit this morning. He had a warm smile and the aura he gave off was interesting to say the least.

Elizabeth was interrupted by a knock on the door before it opened and in walks her partners, Mr. Robert Stewart and Mr. Jim Crass. She made the formal introductions and sat back watching Greg, trying to pick up in different things about him.

 

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Greg listened only briefly to what Elizabeth was explaining to him about the job and his upcoming duties. He was focused on the disbelief of her secret. It had to be a secret in a place like this. A high paid lawyer, turned bondage mistress by night.

The door behind him opened and two big powers within the firm walked in to greet him. He put his thoughts about Elizabeth on the back burner and came back to reality. Jim Crass he had met before, a tall slender man going on forty years old, he had a warm outward appearance but he had a reptutation for being quite the shark in court. Jim was the man who had recommended Greg for the firm, having seen his school transcripts and read some of his law projects.

Robert Stewart was known to Greg, but he had never met the man before. He was a shorter man, though everyone was short compared to Jim, and thicker around the waist. He was approaching seventy years old, but his mind was still sharp as a tack and he won he cases.

Robert smiled and extended his hand to Greg who took it and shook, "Nice to finally get to meet you Greg." Robert told him, "Jim here has been promising good things about you."

Greg shrugged, "Can't believe everything a lawyer tells you." He said, which caused everyone in the room to laugh.

Robert patted his shoulder and nodded, "I think you'll do nicely. Welcome aboard Greg. Elizabeth I'm putting Greg in your branch so do me a favor and see to getting him an office and set him up with that Brunsky case." Robert instructed, "Come on Jim, I don't want to miss tee time."

The two older men left and Greg turned back to Elizabeth who had stood and came around from her desk. Greg was struck was how amazing her body was, though she was dressed conservatively, there was absolutely no hidden the figure that lay beneath her suit.

He blinked and snapped his head out of it before she caught him staring at her. "I get my own office?" He asked her trying to get some sort of conversation rolling.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Elizabeth watched the comradery going on between the three men. She never felt left out since it was how they worked. They may not invite her to go play a round of golf but they did give her some of the biggest cases to take care of, not to mention she was just as much a partner in the firm as they were.

Elizabeth nodded to the two, "You two have fun! Oh and don't forget about the dinner tonight as well at 7pm." She turned her attention to Greg and smiled, "We have a dinner tonight set up and since it is such short notice if you can't make it we understand. It is just one of our biggest clients. We do a monthly dinner with board just as updates on the ongoing legal advice they pay for. But enough of that, let me show you to your office."

Elizabeth moved toward her door, only glancing back once, "So how did Jim talk you into working for us? I know he is a sweet talker when he wants to be, but many students are intimidated by our firm." Elizabeth rounded the corner and across the hall was a door with his name on it. She opened it and walked into the office before turning back to Greg, "Well here is your office. That door there," she pointed to the back right corner, "Goes to your own private bathroom and that door there," she pointed across the hall to a door, "That is another way into my office in case you want to bypass Linda or much less the crowd of clients at times. Sometimes if they catch you outside of your office, you are done for."

Elizabeth watched as Greg moved around the office. Still that hint of familiarity was in the air around him, but she couldn't place it. She licked over her lips before asking, "Greg if you don't mind me asking, but have we met someplace else before? You just look familiar to me, but your name doesn't ring any bells."

 

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Greg shrugged as they walked down the hall, "Jim was a gust teacher in one of my classes. I did a project for him and he was impressed with my work, so he took me out for a few beers and after talking I was pretty much destined to come here." He smirked and gave her a smile. He was trying his best to lay on the charm but also trying not to let on that he found her attractive. Though how could he hide that, hell she was probably used to it, everyone was fucking attracted to her, unless they were gay.

He gasped at his office, complete with his name on the plaque. He couldn't believe he was this set up on his first fucking day. It wasn't a bullshit office either, it had his own little bathroom and a door that gave him back acess to Elizabeth's office. That only sounded like an excuse for the boss to constantly check up on him.

The view was nice though, from the twentieth floor he could see the all over the city. He heard Elizabeth ask him if they had met before and he tensed. He swallowed and put on his best lawyer face, the one he needed to lie right to a judges face.

"No I don't think so. Maybe I just have one of those faces." He suggested. Not that he could ever let on he saw her at that club. No he would never be able to admit that he had gone there. Perhaps though, perhaps he could catch her there first!

He wondered if she went to Collared often and if she went on Friday's then he would go there next Friday and get this little mystery out in the open. That seemed to be the best plan.

To change the subject he turned to a file on his desk and picked it up, "Is this the Brunsky case that Robert mentioned? What's the deal with it?" He asked sitting for the first time into the high rise leather chair with a creak and pulling up to his desk.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Elizabeth nodded, he was probably right, he did have a look that screamed familiar to her. She watched as he sat down in his chair and began to open the file, “Well it is nothing new, just some rich boy having a bit too much fun with the ladies and now some are pressing charges against them. Though we all know the ones that hang out with those rich boys are all doing something illegal, we just have to find it is all.”

Elizabeth moved over to the side of his desk, leaning back before finally slipping one side of her body up onto the edge of his desk, resting her hands in her lap, “Take a look. Seems lots of drinking and drug use was going on, like always for this guy. He can’t ever seem to stay out of trouble, but we always clear his name in the end and now it is your time to do it,” she gave him a slight smirk.

Her eyes moved over Greg one more time while he looked over the folder, “So shall I count you in for dinner tonight or do you have plans?” She was growing curious about this guy. Jim had not told him much about him but then again if he handed a job like this to Greg then there must be something about Greg that Jim things is great. She would have to look into what he has to offer the firm, after all he was going to be under her and his fuck ups make her look bad.

Slipping from his desk she smiled again, “Well I will give you time to look through the folder, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. I will let Linda know to add one to the dinner party. Good to have you on board Greg.” Elizabeth stepped from his office and headed back down the way she had come to talk to Linda.

She let Linda know to call the restaurant and let them know to add Greg to the dinner party list. Slipping into her office she shut the door and moved to her own desk. She had a few briefs she was reviewing for the next day. Nothing major it seemed was happening, which was a good thing for her since she needed the time to keep an eye on Greg and make sure he stepped up to the plate and handled the position he was placed in already.

 

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Greg flipped through the pages of the case as Elizabeth gave him an overview. It wasn't surprising for a rich little bastard to get into trouble. The richer they were, the more trouble they got into. After listening to Elizabeth he was amused by how quickly she went from business to pleasure, or rather business pleasure.

With a shrug and a smile he nodded, "Yeah I have no dinner plans. Unless you count hitting a Carl's Jr. drivethru on the way home, a dinner plan." He let his eyes wonder over her body again as she perched on the edge of his desk. Her slender form seemed to taught him.

In that moment he had a flashback of the way she looked in her supposed bondage gear at the club. He wondered just what she was into with that stuff. It was a mystery that he needed to solve and soon or he would never be able to look at her seriously.

Elizabeth gave him a smile and went back to her desk.

That night for dinner the firm's partners went to a steakhouse called Ruth's. Ruth's was a high end steak house and the prices on the menu made Greg thankful it was on the company's dime. $100 dollars for a 16 oz. prime rib was insane. Greg ordered it.

The dinner was about shmoozing and getting to know the partners, as well as the status of a few current high profile cases the firm was dealing with. The general theme was, "Business is good, and we want to keep it that way."

Greg was bored as shit.

Elizabeth was there and thankfully for Greg she looked bored as shit too. That meant she had more personallity than a corporate automaton. He reached under the table and flicked her thigh. When she glanced over at him he made a cutting motion over his throat and she giggled silently at him.

The next day Greg made some phone calls and started to do some digging for evidence on the Brunsky case in order to try and twist the girl's image in order for the court to be unable to process any kind of case against the rich bastard.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

The day went by like any other day and the dinner, well the dinner was like any other dinner, though Greg's bit of entertainment made it a bit lighter near the end. Elizabeth was beginning to enjoy Greg's light side and then the evening had to go and end.

The next day Elizabeth was late coming into the office due to dropping off some paperwork at the courthouse. As she came through the back she stopped by Greg's office and gave a soft knock, "How are things this morning? Learn anything important last night at dinner?"

Elizabeth smiled at his jokes and before long she needed to get working as her 10am was there, "Well pop by later and we can go over anything you have come up with on the Brunsky case." Elizabeth darted in the back way into her office.

After her meeting she sat back a moment rubbing her temples. Ms. Henderson was going to put her in an early grave if she didn't stop coming in for dumb things. Elizabeth almost felt sorry for charging her for the appointment, but when the woman comes in come some street kid steps across the corner of her lot and she wants to sue for damages it is only fair that the old woman get what is coming to her too.

She never heard Greg enter as she stood up and moved over to grab herself a glass of water, taking a few sips of it before tilting her head down and moving her hair with one hand only to press the cool glass to the back of her neck.

 

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Greg told Elizabeth that he had a friend checking on the background of the girls involved with the Brunsky case. Hopefully he would turn up a questionable background history of drugs or false accusations and they could have a judge throw the case out without ever having to step into the courtroom. Those were the best victories after all. Winning a case without the time invested in planning for court.

He worked on putting a defense together anyway, just in case no dirt came back on the girls. Though it was a waste as that afternoon he got a call back from his friend that not only revealed that these girls had a history of narcotic drug use, but they had accused a man of rape before, as a team. That first case was ruled in favor of the defendant as they found drugs in the girls system and no sign of the defendants DNA on or in them.

Greg thanked his friend and got up clapping, his first case with the firm and it was a slam dunk win. He went over to Elizabeth's office while he waited for the information to get faxed to him. She was in her office pressing a cold glass of water to the back of her neck.

"I've seen that before, but usually there's whiskey in the glass." He told her.

He smiled when she looked at him, "Hey boss no worries alright. I've got great news." He went on explaining about the Brunsky case and the situation with the girls. "I'm going to run the information down the to DA's office this afternoon on my way out of here and by Monday I guarantee that the case will be thrown out."

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Elizabeth jumped just slightly at the sound of Greg's voice. She turned toward him, raising her head back up and smiling at him, "True but too early to be thinking about whiskey...but then again maybe not." Elizabeth laughed as she moved over toward her desk and leaned her ass against it listening to Greg's update. She leaned back and placed the glass on her desk before her attention was once again his.

Smiling brighter than before, "Good work. I was sure that he ran into trouble again. He always does. Maybe one of these days he will get spanked like he should have been long ago." Elizabeth couldn't help the laughter that followed at the image of the rich boy over her knee for just 10 minutes. She would straighten him up, at least for a little while.

Her eyes moved over to Greg's, "Sorry just a joke we have running around the office. In time you will know them all. So lets see here, might as well say done with the Brunsky case. Too bad I couldn't have had you handle Ms. Henderson, she is quite a handful. Just make me a promise, if I get that bad off, just put me out of my misery okay?"

Elizabeth again smiled to him, "Any plans for lunch Greg? I know of a great place right down the street if you are interested. My treat for being so quick on getting the case figured out." Elizabeth was still trying to place Greg and maybe with a little down time from the office she will finally grasp where she knows him from. "So what do you say?"

 

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Greg thought about it and smiled. His palm clapped to his stomach and he nodded, "I could eat." He told her. They headed off to the restaurant that Elizabeth was talking about and instantly Greg saw that this was a popular spot amongst the law types in the area. Almost every patron in the place wore a suit or business dress and were talking amongst themselves about cases, lawyer jokes and whatnot.

He tapped Elizabeth on the shoulder and jerked his thumb out of the place. Outside he turned to her and shook his head, "Place stinks of WASP, let's just go grab a slice at Gianni's." He suggested.

It didn't make sense to get out of the office only to be in a restaurant around a bunch of people like they were in the damn office. At Gianni's they found a dinky little table and ordered a couple slices of pizza with Cokes. Not the big budget lunch that had been planned, but it was comforting and relaxign to be away from business.

"See? This is more relaxing isn't it? Room to breathe around here." Greg took a deep breath and smiled, "Smell that grease. Delightful."

He chuckled and asked her, "So Elizabeth what do you do when you aren't being a Lawyer?" It was a loaded question. Greg was still obessed with the image of Elizabeth at Collared and he wanted to know what the deal was. The sexual energy in that place had him curious about the nature of what a collar on those women meant.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Elizabeth didn't mind at all that he wanted to get a slice and just relax in the middle of no where when it came to sea of 'work' restaurants. In fact she found it intriguing that he would just assume she would want to do just this.

Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh softly at his mention of grease, for the smell of pizza no matter how greasy it was beat out a lot of places these days. Not to mention that non of the other lawyers and assistants would be dinning here. Most of them would get it to go when eating pizza. To them it was a waste to sit in a place like this and talk and that talk was always about business.

Elizabeth had her free times and lunch was one of them. She didn't wish to think about work much less talk about it. She had done her fair share of pulling late night hours in the office over cases, but after she left work that was it, it was out of her mind. Lunch was a small reprieve during the day and after clients like Ms. Henderson she needed it.

Taking a sip of her Coke she looked to Greg, "Well lets see, is there life outside of work?" She laughed a bit, "Seriously, when I leave work I do just that, I leave it all behind. I have my hobbies and then times where I just wish to vegitate in front of the television. I don't have anything special really, just whatever tickles my fancy at the time. How about you? What entertains our newest member of the team?"

Elizabeth had had talks like this and every time she always found ways around not mentioning her personal life in too much detail. Her personal life and what it entails is usually frowned upon, but even she has been known to run into people she knows at parties and certainly at her club. They all know the rules though, the unspoken ones that what happens at the club and parties stay there. That life is total separate from this one. Guess some would say she has a secret life.

 

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Greg was a little disappointed that she didn't give the answer he suspected. Disappointed, but not surprised. Her activity was probably something that was not looked well upon. Then again Greg was also only going on a suspicion and it might have not even been her that he saw at Collared.

He shrugged that away, it had been her. He had gotten a good look at her and there was no mistaking who was sitting on that throne, nor who was sitting across from him. Greg didn't even know why he cared about what she did in her own life so much.

Maybe deep down, he wanted a part of it.

The theme seemed interesting and the idea of having a beautiful woman leashed to him was erotic beyond his wildest dreams.

He let it go and made small talk with Elizabeth until they were ready to get back to the grind. He got the papers for the DA and ran them to the office that evening on his way home.

The rest of the week was boring. The DA did in fact dismiss the case, marking a win for Greg in his first week on the firm, which pleased Jim and Robert. Elizabeth dropped three folders on his desk and officially gave him control of Ms. Henderson's nonsense.

He met with the woman twice that week. Her pension for taking people to court over any little thing was crazy. Though Greg learned that she was widowed, rich, and child-less. With no place to spend her fortune she created legal fees to have something to do.

Greg explained to her that a suit against her pool cleaner and the land scapper was a waste of time. He did however think she might have a case against her Dentist and told her so with that. She was only too happy to tell him all about her trips to the Dentist and the problems that arose with her root canal. Greg's first impression was that this Dentist was causing extra problems in folks mouths in order to get them to come back and boost his practice.

Finally Friday rolled around and Greg planned to visit the club again. It opened late, not until ten pm and he waved goodbye to Elizabeth in the parking lot before heading home. By the time he showered and changed, it was time to go.

He wore a red silk shirt and black pants trying to keep with the club color scheme. He had nothing to match the accessories that people wore, but he didn't think he would need them just yet.

Collared was bumping, just like it had been last week. People waited in line out the door to get in, and like last week many wore collars and leashes. Greg stepped into the club and instantly began looking for Elizabeth, but the throne was empty.

He walked up to the bar and asked the bartender, "Where's the Queen bee?" He asked, jerking a thumb toward the empty throne.

The bartender just gave him a look, "Mistress comes later. On her own time."

Greg shook his head, "So is that like in and hour or...?"

 

[Wolf Vixen]

The week was long and Elizabeth was looking forward to that weekend, the only time she was able to really release what was her weekly persona for her other side, a more darker side than most would have. She felt like this weekend would be a good weekend for the club and was happy the moment it opened and people began to pour into it.

Her club was a way for her to let down her hair and be who she was deep inside. She was able to release the responsibilities of her career and just allow for her submissive side to play. Not many though could entice that side of her and many nights at her club did she just sit and watch others play, hoping that one day she would find that one person that brought out the best in her.

She was up in her office finishing up some of the normal business paperwork when she heard a buzz, the clear sign that she was needed at the club. Her employees were like those at the firm, at her beck and call and yet that didn't satisfy her completely. She needed someone to take the reins from her and lead her for once.

Slipping from her office she made sure everything was in place, her black corset and thong tight against her body while the sheer red robe hung lightly. It certainly didn't cover anything but it did give off a nice effect of the black and red. She also wore black thigh highs and heels and her hair was tied back away from her face with a red ribbon. The ends of her hair were curled to give off a soft mound of curls along the back of her head.

She moved out into the club and made her way over to one of the three bars located in the vast club. This one was Anthony's and he was the one that buzzed her. He rarely ever called her, waiting for her to come visit him when she was free to do so. As she drew closer to the bar she noticed a few people standing close by, some chatting, some just scanning the area. There was one man by himself but Elizabeth didn't think any of it. She got many single men looking for something and coming to her club only to be shocked a bit by what they saw. Some found their place in the lifestyle that the club enticed and some just went on their own way.

Stepping closer to the bar she caught Anthony's eye and he pointed at the man standing by himself. Apparently he must have asked about her or Anthony would not have called her. She stepped up toward him, her eyes scanning over him. His red shirt looking soft and his black pants hugging his backside nicely. She was withing a foot of him as he turned toward her. Her breath caught in her throat and she froze in place. Never had she ever had this problem before, someone from work coming to her club, most were too stuck up to enjoy the finer side of this life. But here Greg was, the newest employee and obviously asking for her. Did he know she was whom he asked for?

Her tongue quickly flicked over her lips as she began to see Greg in a whole new light. Her lips curved into a soft smile as their eyes locked and she tilted her head in curiosity, "I would not have expected to find you here.....Sir." Elizabeth swore in her club that she was going to let her submissive side have complete control and with it came her automatic respect to anyone she spoke with, including someone that worked under her.

 

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Greg turned at the feeling of someone coming close behind him. His eyes widened as he saw her. In fact her eyes widened as well. He knew he wasn't crazy, it had been her he saw last week. He couldn't believe it, what was she...no that wasn't fair, after all he was here too. But that outfit. Oh dear, that outfit.

She was more than just a casual passerby who was checking this place out. She was the boss. He tried to hide a deviate little smile and looked eat her up and down. "Uhh, Elizabeth. Jesus you look incredible." He looked back up at her and wondered if that was a little blushing he caught on her cheeks.

She called him sir and he frowned, "Sir? Come on Elizabeth you know it's me. To be honest I was here with friends last week and saw you on that throne of yours. Then when I met you at the office I didn't know if I was seeing the same person, it drove me crazy all week I had to come here and see if it was you."

He swallowed and looked down at her shoes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. It was just eating at me."

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Greg's words brought the realization to her about what she was wearing and the fact that he was a co-worker. Never once has she ever come across this problem before. Most of the people in her office are so stuck up, much less clueless of the freedom that this kind of lifestyle can have. Elizabeth felt the blush rising to her cheeks but she tried to shrug it off inside. Trying to convince herself that not only was she in her club but she was also speaking with a co-worker, one that just started at the firm at that.

Greg questioned her mention of Sir and that told her instantly that he may have come here but he was new to the lifestyle. Someone interested in parts of it, but how far did his interest lie? She held out her hand for him, "If you will do me the honor I will explain it all to you." She waited until he took her hand and she turned, moving back through the crowd, toward the door that led back to her office.

His warm hand in hers made her very aware of him behind her. She felt his heated gaze burning through her and although she had seen and felt that gaze before, it never came from anyone she worked with. Sure, she got those 'I wonder what she would look like naked' looks, but nothing like this before. Greg knew a secret of hers, knew a side of her that no one else did and that was exciting to say the least.

Once up in her office she led Greg over to the sofa, once seated she took a seat beside him. It was eating at her to slide herself to the floor, but she resisted the urge. Greg was new to this and he wouldn't understand the significants of it. Her eyes moved from her hands resting on her thighs to meet his. Smiling again, "I am sure this comes as a shock to you, seeing me like this. The reason I called you Sir is to show my respect. It is what a submissive does to anyone that isn't the same as them or submissive to me. I know just by looking at you that you would not be submissive to me so hence why I said Sir."

She tried to give him a few moments to mull that over with before she began again, "There is much you do not know Sir, but I am willing to explain it to you. Maybe you will find a home here in this lifestyle. Find that missing part to your life or you may find this is not for you and move on. I know it is a lot to process right now Sir, but I have time, it is only Friday," Elizabeth chuckled lightly at her little joke, but waited for him to ask any questions he may have.

 

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Greg was impressed by Elizabeth's business model. Here was a club where people could live out a deep seeded sexual desire without judgement or legal ramafications. Her office was massive and well furnished, but continued the whole clubs motif. Dark colors and velvet fabrics made the room have a sexual dungeon feel to it.

Greg felt a little uneasy sitting on the couch with his boss dressed the way she was, calling him sir but he listened to what she was trying to explain to him. It seemed still a bit hazy to him, he understood submissive nature of some people who liked being told what to do. What he didn't understand was the collars. That seemed to suggest a kind of control that went above and beyond what Greg could imagine.

He looked over at Elizabeth who turned her eyes away, as if she wasn't allowed to look into his eyes. She was very much being submissive to him, which was weird because she was such a huge presence at the office. He reached over and on a whim, brushed her hair back so he could see the collar around her neck.

"I understand the submissive thing, I think. But what is the deal with women on collared leashes?" He asked her, "Does it mean that the girl belongs to the hold of the leash? Or grants the holder of the leash sexual freedom with your body? Doesn't that seem a bit extreme?"

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Elizabeth glanced at Greg the moment she felt his fingers brushing her hair back from her neck. She made note that he was looking at the collar that graced her neck, "The holder of the leash owns the one it is collared to, but many do not understand even that meaning. To be owned is simply a choice, a choice of the submissive to give their owner everything their owner desires. In the world outside of this club you will not see the collar nor the leash but the connection is still there, the desire to fulfill your owners wishes is there and the owners desires to gain pleasure from that which he or she owns is still there. It is just easier in the club to have a symbol so that there are no hard feelings and misunderstandings about who belongs to whom."

Elizabeth turned just slightly toward him, her knees only inches from his own while her eyes rose up to meet his, "To be owned is more than just a sexual thing, it is a life choice. And I would not say it is an extreme, it is who you are, be it the submissive or the dominate. I know this probably doesn't make much sense and I have to say this is the first time I have had to explain it to someone I work with." She liked looking into his eyes. Liked seeing the different thoughts that passed through them. The energy around them was much more laid back than at the office and seeing him here and there were like night and day. At the office, he was a hard worker, setting his sights on making a name for himself. Here....here he was something else. Elizabeth couldn't put her finger on it but it was there, she could feel it.

"Maybe it would be easier for you to understand if I showed you one night. One night in where you are the holder of my leash, completely on a trial basis where I can show you this life of course."

 

[musicankane]

Greg blinked and jerked his head toward her. He had been in compilation with her explaination that he hadn't thought about actually "taking a leash". It was an interesting thought, and it surely would be erotic for him to have sexual control over her. However, she was his boss every other day and after tonight it would possible cause trouble.

Still she was incredibly beautiful and he wanted to see her naked. He didn't much care about a career if it meant that he could hook up with her now. What a temptation to drop upon him?

How serious was she about letting him just have control over her for a night? It was a bit jarring just to have a beautiful woman offer her body to him to do with as he wanted.

He looked down at his hands then glanced back up at her. "Are you serious? I don't know if it is a good idea, seeing as how you're my boss." He told her, his eyes not hidding how much he wanted to see her naked.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Elizabeth nodded to Greg, "I am serious Sir. I may be your boss at the work place but we are not there. I leave my professional career at the door when I come here. My personal life has nothing to do with my professional one." Elizabeth paused for a few moments letting all of this sink into his mind, "I will be more than willing to give you my leash for the night and let you see what you can do with it. But know this, it is more than just the control over someone sexually."

Elizabeth watched Greg as his thoughts slid through his mind. She could tell that he wanted it, wanted a chance to control her sexually, but she wanted him to understand it is more than that....so much more. Elizabeth waited patiently for some kind of answer and yet Greg was thinking long and hard on the matter.

Elizabeth smiled softly to him, "Let me fix you something to drink Sir, while you think things through." She moved over toward the private bar she had in her office and began to fix him a drink. She knew if he thought this was serious that he would be taking her up on her offer in an instant. Once the drink was fixed, she pulled on a drawer where she had a few leashes tucked away, mainly for use in the club. Turning Elizabeth moved back over toward him.

Once she reached him she lowered herself to her knees before him, lowering her head she held out the drink in one hand and the leash in the other. This was the easiest way for her to get him to understand she was serious about him having her leash for the night. She awaited his decision, keeping perfectly still before him.

 

[musicankane]

Greg tried to focus on both the drink and the leash. It was a thin leash shinning and sparkling in the light, the drink clinked with ice cubes lightly. He took the drink and did a portion of it as a shot then took her leash. He looked down at her as she watched him, his thumb moving to the clasp on the leash.

She casually reached up and brushed her hair off to the side to give him a clear view of the ring on the collar. There was a lot of purpose in her movement, she was offering a big part of herself to Greg and even if it was temporary it was important.

He took another drink from the glass and set it aside. "Ok, I will take you." He told her and reached out gently to clasp the leash to her collar. When he pulled his hand away he took the chance to cup his palm against her face. "What do I do now?" He asked leaning close up to her, almost kissing her lips.