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The first of two stories in a mini-series. This one is about conquest, the second story is about exploration.

She was a single mother, struggling to support her teenage daughter. He owned an investment firm and was her boss. She skimmed from his company expense accounts and, he found out.

He offered her a choice; pay for her transgressions on his terms or go to jail. A journey of extreme sexual submission, humiliation, and painful retribution ensues and her long latent lust is resurrected in ways she never imagined possible.

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It was a typical morning; Ann was rushing around getting ready for work while prodding her daughter Lee to get ready for school. The High School senior was a typical teen, slow to get going on school days. Her auburn hair and lightly freckled face had become womanly, rather than child-like, in the last year. Bright green eyes, five-foot six-inches tall with a thirty-four c-cup bosom, at a svelte 110 pounds, the girl was a knockout. It had been her eighteenth birthday only yesterday.
At this point people mistook them for sisters, more often than as mother and daughter. Ann was Lee’s age when she got pregnant, but time was kind to her and she still looked nearly as young as her daughter. They had become like girlfriends as Lee matured, but Ann still worried that Lee was not responsible enough. It was their major bone of contention, other than that Ann was proud of her girl.
In their typical mad dash they gathered their things and rushed out the door. They kissed each other on the cheek, then parted, each bolting to catch their respective buses. Ann jogged as quickly as her high heels allowed and made it to her bus a little late.
Dave the driver, who had the hots for her for years, was waiting. When she was late, which was almost daily, he would flip through his manifests for a few minutes to wait for her. She stumbled up the steps a minute after he had reached her stop.
“Morning Ann,” he said, as she climbed up the steps panting from her jog.
“Hey Dave! Thought I was going to miss you today.”
“No problem girl, I couldn’t have my best customer get to work late,” he replied.
“Thanks Dave,” she said, as she dropped her token in his fare box and then took a seat.
She opened her briefcase and reviewed her boss Dan’s agenda for the day. He was scheduled to be in at nine and she was scheduled to meet with him at 9:30 for dictation. After that he would be gone for the day. She thought it unusual that she didn’t know what he had planned. He was more like a husband than a boss to her; she always knew every aspect of his schedule. Though he had been acting strange of late, ever since he parted company with Pam, his latest paramour. Single, rich, and handsome, she thought, why couldn’t he ever commit?
She closed her case and pulled her compact from her purse. She checked her makeup and made sure her business suit was neat. She wore a blue pinstriped jacket and skirt that reached to just above her knees. Her navy pantyhose and matching pumps made her look impeccable. She wore a white blouse with a matching blue tie in the collar. Looking in the mirror she suddenly realized how much Lee had begun to look like her.
When she arrived at the office at 8:30, she grabbed her morning coffee and set to work. She was a diligent and efficient employee and she took pride in her work. As nine o’clock approached, she got Dan his coffee and had a hot cup waiting on his desk when he arrived. After he was settled in, she returned to her tasks.
Dan had dropped several receipts on her desk blotter when he arrived, for her to add to his expense reports. Seeing them there caused her guilt to flare, as it always did. She had worked for him for four years and he was a good boss. She earned a good salary for her position. So, when two years ago, she began to slip small receipts into his expenses for her personal purchases, she fell into a trap. It was so easy and she justified her actions thinking she was doing it to help Lee.
Since Lee’s father left her in her early twenties, too overwhelmed and young to raise a child, she struggled financially. When she got the job with Dan, along with the generous salary, things eased up a bit. But two years later she was sinking into debt again. That was when she stumbled across this small deception.
One month she accidentally got one of her own receipts mixed up with his and it was processed with his expenses. She waited two months for him to notice, but he never did, and so began the embezzling. She kept it small and random, never adding more than a few hundred a month, and she pocketed the difference.
As she entered his receipts in the register she wondered, as she regularly did, what repercussions would occur if she were caught. The thoughts she had scared her, prison would be likely. What would happen to Lee? But the damage was done, which is why she added another of her receipts to the pile as she worked on them.
She finished just in time to meet with Dan, grabbed her steno book and entered his office. He was on the phone and motioned for her to sit. Wrapping up his conversation he hung up the phone.
“How are you today Ann?” he asked.
“Fine Sir, and you?” was her reply.
“Quite well, thank you. First off, we need to send a letter to my lawyer.”
She noted that in her book and was ready when he began.
“It has come to my attention that one of my employees has been embezzling from the firm for the last two years.”
Her heart sank, did he know?
“The amounts,” he continued, as she struggled to write amidst the fear building in her. “Have been small, but accumulated add up into the thousands.” Her mouth became dry. “Termination is obvious, but what form of prosecution do you suggest? I want to make an example of this type of disloyalty. Regards, etc., etc.”
She couldn’t look up from her pad, as tears formed in her eyes. At this moment she didn’t care who it was he was referring to, she needed to clear her conscience.
Without looking up, she said, “Sir, may I say something?”
He sat there, looking at his assistant, who was clearly in turmoil. He smiled benignly and said, “Yes Ann? What do you want to say?”
“Sir…” her voice faltering, “I have a confession to make.”
“Better late than never, eh Ann?” he replied, a steely tone in his voice.
He knew! She was crushed and speechless, as she stared down at her pad.
“Well, why don’t you come clean and explain why I shouldn’t have you arrested right now?”
She looked up as the tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, leaving black trails of mascara on her cheeks. He just stared at her with a look she never saw before, it made her shiver.
“Yes Sir, I have been adding on to your expenses and pocketing it. I have no defense, but I did it just to make ends meet and support my daughter.”
“Why didn’t you come to me and ask for more money, the HONEST way?”
Ann did not miss the emphasis on the word honest, she felt disgust with herself for allowing this to happen. She was terrified and did not know what to say or do.
“I am sorry Sir and am willing to repay everything I took. I will resign and find a way to pay back everything, but please don’t have me arrested. This would ruin my daughter’s life and I would do anything to prevent that.”
“Anything?” he asked, his tone almost evil.
She swallowed, her throat dry, and she replied, “Yes Sir, anything.”
“When was the last time you were intimate with a man?”
This question caused her to sit upright in her chair, a new fear born in her mind. Was he really suggesting she prostitute herself with him to repay the debt? The fact that she was always attracted to him did not matter, the idea reviled her.
She stammered, “A long time Sir, but I’m not that kind of girl.”
“What kind is that Ann? A whore or a criminal?”
His remark shocked her, but she countered, “I am a criminal, I know that, but I am certainly not a whore!”
“Fair enough. So the question is, would you be willing to become a whore to protect your daughter?”
This was too much, her mind was reeling and she didn’t recognize the man sitting across from her. She thought she knew him, but she had never expected he could be so crude and callous.
She answered the only way she could, “I don’t understand what you are asking me.”
“Then let me make it clear. You have two choices and neither will be appealing. First, I can pick up the phone and call the police, I am sure you can imagine the results. Or, you will sign a confession here and now, then accept that you become my property for two years. You will do as you are told, when you are told, no matter what I ask. There are many things that will be required of you that will sorely test your morality. Basically, I will use you and humiliate you for as long as you spent ripping me off. To make it more a palatable choice, I will promise not to tell your daughter and will move both of you into my house. For the term you are indentured, I will continue your employment, clear up your debts, and help you get fiscally responsible.”
He sat back, apparently finished, she was dumbfounded. Was she supposed to be his slave? Did she really have a choice? He was offering a hellish existence, but wouldn’t prison and the shame for Lee be worse if she were arrested? She stared blankly at him, the shock of this moment too much for her to think clearly. He opened a drawer in his desk and removed some papers, laying them on top of it. She still just stared at him.
“Don’t know what to say? Read these and think about it.” He pushed the papers towards her.
She reached out and took the pile from the desk; she felt like a zombie, trapped between the living and the dead. She knew her life, as she knew it, was over, just what horror should she choose? Deep down her maternal instincts told her to suffer his indignities privately, rather than subject her daughter to the public shame she would bring down upon her if she were put in prison.
She read the first document, a simple confession and agreement to work off the debt based under a separate contract. The second document was that contract, stating her salary, the living arrangements he laid out, a repayment schedule, and the requirement that he manage her money.
The third was an altogether different story, and her eyes went wide as she read through the pages of this agreement. It laid out her complete forfeiture of rights, even to the point of needing permission to go to the bathroom. He would control her entirely with no chance of release until the contract expired. She was completely at his mercy and he appeared to have very little. After finishing she looked back up at him, still unable to speak.
“The first two are the legal ones, which my lawyer will hold, only to be used should you balk on your agreement. The last one has no legal value, obviously, but I wanted you to know without a doubt what this means for you.”
“But how can I keep this arrangement hidden from my daughter?” she blurted, finally finding her voice.
“As I stipulate in our private contract, I will not tell Lee about our agreement. It will require certain explanations from you regarding changes she will notice in you, but I am sure you can find ways to keep her insulated. I will be the picture of decorum in her presence and I am sure you will manage. The choice is yours, but you have no time. I want your answer now.”
It was a no-win situation, she knew, but her maternal instincts took control. “Give me a pen, I accept.” She whispered it, still unsure of her decision, but protecting Lee was foremost in her mind.
He handed her a pen and pointed to where she needed to sign. In a few minutes it was over, she signed her freedom away to avoid jail. Though she knew she now lived in nothing more than a private prison, held captive by a man she no longer recognized. She braced herself and waited for his next move.
“Your lease expires next month, I will pay it off and arrange to move you into my house this weekend. Since Lee graduates in two months, I will arrange to keep her in her school, my driver will see to her transportation.”
The extent he knew her private affairs surprised her, then she realized that this must have been well planned out. He must have had her investigated, how else would he know about her private life?
“The rest of today will be an indoctrination into your new life. When you go home this evening you will tell Lee that you have accepted a promotion. You will be my 24/7 personal assistant, which is why you are moving in with me. Tell her how she can stay in her school and have a nicer life to boot and I am sure she can be persuaded to accept this situation. Are you following this, girl?” he asked, as her eyes had drifted back to her lap.
“Yes Sir,” she said, feeling lower than dirt.
“First rule, in public you will always address me as Sir. In private you will call me Master.”
“Yes Master.”
“Very good, now come over her and stand next to me.”
She obeyed, feeling as if her body was no longer hers.
“Take your clothes off. I want to see what I just purchased.”
This command startled her, but her hands went to the buttons of her jacket anyway and in a moment she laid it across the chair next to his desk. Her blouse and skirt soon followed. She was blushing deeply as she removed her shoes, hose, panties, and bra. She instinctively used her hands and arms to hide her privates.
“No need for that, in fact if you ever try and shield your charms in my presence again you will be punished. Now lock your hands behind your neck and spread those legs,” he said, and she hesitantly obeyed.
He inspected her milky white body. He always suspected she was stacked, but her conservative clothing always hid her body above the knees. She had hefty breasts, with barely any sagging, with bright pink nipples and areolas pointing upward. Her flat belly, after bearing a child, was testament to her overall fitness. Her bush was fiery red, just like her hair, but translucent enough to view her pussy.
He stood and stepped behind her. He cupped her firm buttocks in his palms and she gasped from his touch. He slid his strong hands up her back, then to her sides and around front to grasp her breasts. He began kneading the ample flesh, toying with her nipples using his fingers. They swelled with the attention, becoming engorged and hard.
He was good to his word, she felt degraded and humiliated. She doubted she could ever get used to this, but when his hands began to explore her flesh, her body began betraying her. His manipulation of her nipples caused her pussy to respond with the juice of arousal beginning to flow. It had been so long since a man, or anyone, had touched her this way. She had been denied too long, her body craved sexual release.
He moved his hands down her belly and across her bush, dipping a finger in her freshly moistened tunnel. He withdrew the damp digit and used it to rub her swelling clitoris. Another gasp escaped Ann’s mouth as the erotic sparks danced inside her pleasure valley.
“Maybe you are a slut at heart, your wet and your heart is racing,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes Master,” she panted, aroused enough to want him to take her, right here on his desk. She could feel his hard on pressing into her ass cheeks through his slacks; it felt large and hot against her. She just agreed to be his whore, why not try and get some pleasure from it, she thought.
“Tell me what you are,” he whispered.
“I am a slut Master,” she replied.
He reached up and twisted one of her nipples, she tried to turn away, but he held her tight.
“Ouch!” she whined.
“This is nothing slut,” he said, as he continued to increase the pressure on her captured tit bud. “This is a minor reprimand for a small infraction. Now you just aren’t any old slut, so tell me again, what are you?”
The pain in her chest made it hard to think straight, but she guessed what he wanted. She said, “I am your slut Master.”
He released her nipple. “That’s better.”
He reached back down and slid two fingers deep into her cunt, her body tensed at the rough intrusion. He began to slowly knead her, inside and out, stimulating her clit and g-spot simultaneously. She moaned from the pleasure her starved pussy felt, then he lifted her up off her feet holding her by her crotch with his hand. The increased pressure from her weight and his clenching hand triggered an orgasm that made her whole body tremble.
He smiled as he held the convulsing girl, knowing for sure now, that he had made a good choice. This one had been wrapped a little too tight and needed some unraveling. Though she would surely fight it at first, he was confident that she would eventually become addicted to the life he planned for her.
He carried her over and sat her on the edge of his desk. He removed his hand from her pussy and lifted it for her to see. It was slick with her juices and glistened in the light.
Looking into her glazed eyes, he said, “You will lick my hand clean and taste your own arousal. Best you become accustomed to the taste of pussy, you will learn to pleasure women as well as men.”
It was like he had cast a spell on her, she looked into his eyes as she sucked his fingers into her mouth. The orgasm had barely subsided and she wanted his cock inside her, it had been far too long since she had been fucked. Her pussy yearned for the feeling of a long hard cock inside it; she licked and sucked his hand slurping up her own juices. Anything to please him, hoping it would lead to that much-desired outcome.
“You want my cock, don’t you slut?”
“Yes Master,” she said as she continued licking his fingers, wondering if he was reading her mind.
“That’s good, you are taking to your new role quite well. Now we have some errands to run, you may use my bathroom to fix your face and get dressed.” He picked up her clothes and handed them to her.
It was like a slap in the face, this abrupt change he invoked. She was holding the bundle of clothes before she realized she wasn’t getting fucked, at least not yet. She scurried off to the bathroom, in dire need of composing herself. When she looked in the mirror she was a mortified, dark black streaks trailed from her eyes and down her cheeks. The door opened behind her.
“Here is your purse, fix that makeup, you are a mess. You have ten minutes, don’t be late,” Dan said, and then he closed the door.
She worked as fast as she could, but she was quite a mess. She kept checking her watch, starting to panic. With less than two minutes left she abandoned her makeup and turned to her clothes. She was confused at first, then realized what he had done. All that he gave her were her skirt, jacket, and shoes. She put them on, not feeling properly dressed at all.
She entered the office and stopped to wait for him, as he was on the phone. He hung up, put on his jacket and walked over to her. He smiled at her revised outfit. Her low cut jacket, though fully buttoned, still revealed her full cleavage and the swell of her ample breasts.
“This will do for today, but you will need a new wardrobe. You will no longer hide your femininity from the world. Now you will leave first, you will go down to the corner near the front of the building and wait. I will be around with the limo shortly.”
“I can’t walk through the office and onto the street like this, what would people think?” she pleaded.
“That you are a slut.”
The message sunk in. He was going to humiliate her in every way possible. She turned and walked to the door, breaking into a cold sweat as she did. She took a deep breath and embarked on her journey, not at all confident of her ability to endure this tormented existence.


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It was a typical morning; Ann was rushing around getting ready for work while prodding her daughter Lee to get ready for school. The
High School senior was a typical teen, slow to get going on school days. Her auburn hair and lightly freckled face had become womanly,
rather than child-like, in the last year. Bright green eyes, five-foot six-inches tall with a thirty-four c-cup bosom, at a svelte 110
pounds, the girl was a knockout. It had been her eighteenth birthday only yesterday.

At this point people mistook them for sisters, more often than as mother and daughter. Ann was Lee’s age when she got pregnant, but
time was kind to her and she still looked nearly as young as her daughter. They had become like girlfriends as Lee matured, but Ann still
worried that Lee was not responsible enough. It was their major bone of contention, other than that Ann was proud of her girl.

In their typical mad dash they gathered their things and rushed out the door. They kissed each other on the cheek, then parted, each
bolting to catch their respective buses. Ann jogged as quickly as her high heels allowed and made it to her bus a little late.

Dave the driver, who had the hots for her for years, was waiting. When she was late, which was almost daily, he would flip through his
manifests for a few minutes to wait for her. She stumbled up the steps a minute after he had reached her stop.

“Morning Ann,” he said, as she climbed up the steps panting from her jog.

“Hey Dave! Thought I was going to miss you today.”

“No problem girl, I couldn’t have my best customer get to work late,” he replied.

“Thanks Dave,” she said, as she dropped her token in his fare box and then took a seat.

She opened her briefcase and reviewed her boss Dan’s agenda for the day. He was scheduled to be in at nine and she was scheduled to
meet with him at 9:30 for dictation. After that he would be gone for the day. She thought it unusual that she didn’t know what he had
planned. He was more like a husband than a boss to her; she always knew every aspect of his schedule. Though he had been acting strange of
late, ever since he parted company with Pam, his latest paramour. Single, rich, and handsome, she thought, why couldn’t he ever commit? />
She closed her case and pulled her compact from her purse. She checked her makeup and made sure her business suit was neat. She wore a
blue pinstriped jacket and skirt that reached to just above her knees. Her navy pantyhose and matching pumps made her look impeccable. She
wore a white blouse with a matching blue tie in the collar. Looking in the mirror she suddenly realized how much Lee had begun to look like
her.

When she arrived at the office at 8:30, she grabbed her morning coffee and set to work. She was a diligent and efficient employee and
she took pride in her work. As nine o’clock approached, she got Dan his coffee and had a hot cup waiting on his desk when he arrived. After
he was settled in, she returned to her tasks.

Dan had dropped several receipts on her desk blotter when he arrived, for her to add to his expense reports. Seeing them there caused
her guilt to flare, as it always did. She had worked for him for four years and he was a good boss. She earned a good salary for her
position. So, when two years ago, she began to slip small receipts into his expenses for her personal purchases, she fell into a trap. It
was so easy and she justified her actions thinking she was doing it to help Lee.

Since Lee’s father left her in her early twenties, too overwhelmed and young to raise a child, she struggled financially. When she got
the job with Dan, along with the generous salary, things eased up a bit. But two years later she was sinking into debt again. That was when
she stumbled across this small deception.

One month she accidentally got one of her own receipts mixed up with his and it was processed with his expenses. She waited two months
for him to notice, but he never did, and so began the embezzling. She kept it small and random, never adding more than a few hundred a
month, and she pocketed the difference.

As she entered his receipts in the register she wondered, as she regularly did, what repercussions would occur if she were caught. The
thoughts she had scared her, prison would be likely. What would happen to Lee? But the damage was done, which is why she added another of
her receipts to the pile as she worked on them.

She finished just in time to meet with Dan, grabbed her steno book and entered his office. He was on the phone and motioned for her to
sit. Wrapping up his conversation he hung up the phone.

“How are you today Ann?” he asked.

“Fine Sir, and you?” was her reply.

“Quite well, thank you. First off, we need to send a letter to my lawyer.”

She noted that in her book and was ready when he began.

“It has come to my attention that one of my employees has been embezzling from the firm for the last two years.”

Her heart sank, did he know?

“The amounts,” he continued, as she struggled to write amidst the fear building in her. “Have been small, but accumulated add up into
the thousands.” Her mouth became dry. “Termination is obvious, but what form of prosecution do you suggest? I want to make an example of
this type of disloyalty. Regards, etc., etc.”

She couldn’t look up from her pad, as tears formed in her eyes. At this moment she didn’t care who it was he was referring to, she
needed to clear her conscience.

Without looking up, she said, “Sir, may I say something?”

He sat there, looking at his assistant, who was clearly in turmoil. He smiled benignly and said, “Yes Ann? What do you want to
say?”

“Sir…” her voice faltering, “I have a confession to make.”

“Better late than never, eh Ann?” he replied, a steely tone in his voice.

He knew! She was crushed and speechless, as she stared down at her pad.

“Well, why don’t you come clean and explain why I shouldn’t have you arrested right now?”

She looked up as the tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, leaving black trails of mascara on her cheeks. He just stared at her
with a look she never saw before, it made her shiver.

“Yes Sir, I have been adding on to your expenses and pocketing it. I have no defense, but I did it just to make ends meet and support
my daughter.”

“Why didn’t you come to me and ask for more money, the HONEST way?”

Ann did not miss the emphasis on the word honest, she felt disgust with herself for allowing this to happen. She was terrified and did
not know what to say or do.

“I am sorry Sir and am willing to repay everything I took. I will resign and find a way to pay back everything, but please don’t have
me arrested. This would ruin my daughter’s life and I would do anything to prevent that.”

“Anything?” he asked, his tone almost evil.

She swallowed, her throat dry, and she replied, “Yes Sir, anything.”

“When was the last time you were intimate with a man?”

This question caused her to sit upright in her chair, a new fear born in her mind. Was he really suggesting she prostitute herself
with him to repay the debt? The fact that she was always attracted to him did not matter, the idea reviled her.

She stammered, “A long time Sir, but I’m not that kind of girl.”

“What kind is that Ann? A whore or a criminal?”

His remark shocked her, but she countered, “I am a criminal, I know that, but I am certainly not a whore!”

“Fair enough. So the question is, would you be willing to become a whore to protect your daughter?”

This was too much, her mind was reeling and she didn’t recognize the man sitting across from her. She thought she knew him, but she
had never expected he could be so crude and callous.

She answered the only way she could, “I don’t understand what you are asking me.”

“Then let me make it clear. You have two choices and neither will be appealing. First, I can pick up the phone and call the police, I
am sure you can imagine the results. Or, you will sign a confession here and now, then accept that you become my property for two years. You
will do as you are told, when you are told, no matter what I ask. There are many things that will be required of you that will sorely test
your morality. Basically, I will use you and humiliate you for as long as you spent ripping me off. To make it more a palatable choice, I
will promise not to tell your daughter and will move both of you into my house. For the term you are indentured, I will continue your
employment, clear up your debts, and help you get fiscally responsible.”

He sat back, apparently finished, she was dumbfounded. Was she supposed to be his slave? Did she really have a choice? He was offering
a hellish existence, but wouldn’t prison and the shame for Lee be worse if she were arrested? She stared blankly at him, the shock of this
moment too much for her to think clearly. He opened a drawer in his desk and removed some papers, laying them on top of it. She still just
stared at him.

“Don’t know what to say? Read these and think about it.” He pushed the papers towards her.

She reached out and took the pile from the desk; she felt like a zombie, trapped between the living and the dead. She knew her life,
as she knew it, was over, just what horror should she choose? Deep down her maternal instincts told her to suffer his indignities privately,
rather than subject her daughter to the public shame she would bring down upon her if she were put in prison.

She read the first document, a simple confession and agreement to work off the debt based under a separate contract. The second
document was that contract, stating her salary, the living arrangements he laid out, a repayment schedule, and the requirement that he
manage her money.

The third was an altogether different story, and her eyes went wide as she read through the pages of this agreement. It laid out her
complete forfeiture of rights, even to the point of needing permission to go to the bathroom. He would control her entirely with no chance
of release until the contract expired. She was completely at his mercy and he appeared to have very little. After finishing she looked back
up at him, still unable to speak.

“The first two are the legal ones, which my lawyer will hold, only to be used should you balk on your agreement. The last one has no
legal value, obviously, but I wanted you to know without a doubt what this means for you.”

“But how can I keep this arrangement hidden from my daughter?” she blurted, finally finding her voice.

“As I stipulate in our private contract, I will not tell Lee about our agreement. It will require certain explanations from you
regarding changes she will notice in you, but I am sure you can find ways to keep her insulated. I will be the picture of decorum in her
presence and I am sure you will manage. The choice is yours, but you have no time. I want your answer now.”

It was a no-win situation, she knew, but her maternal instincts took control. “Give me a pen, I accept.” She whispered it, still
unsure of her decision, but protecting Lee was foremost in her mind.

He handed her a pen and pointed to where she needed to sign. In a few minutes it was over, she signed her freedom away to avoid jail.
Though she knew she now lived in nothing more than a private prison, held captive by a man she no longer recognized. She braced herself and
waited for his next move.

“Your lease expires next month, I will pay it off and arrange to move you into my house this weekend. Since Lee graduates in two
months, I will arrange to keep her in her school, my driver will see to her transportation.”

The extent he knew her private affairs surprised her, then she realized that this must have been well planned out. He must have had
her investigated, how else would he know about her private life?

“The rest of today will be an indoctrination into your new life. When you go home this evening you will tell Lee that you have
accepted a promotion. You will be my 24/7 personal assistant, which is why you are moving in with me. Tell her how she can stay in her
school and have a nicer life to boot and I am sure she can be persuaded to accept this situation. Are you following this, girl?” he asked,
as her eyes had drifted back to her lap.

“Yes Sir,” she said, feeling lower than dirt.

“First rule, in public you will always address me as Sir. In private you will call me Master.”

“Yes Master.”

“Very good, now come over her and stand next to me.”

She obeyed, feeling as if her body was no longer hers.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see what I just purchased.”

This command startled her, but her hands went to the buttons of her jacket anyway and in a moment she laid it across the chair next to
his desk. Her blouse and skirt soon followed. She was blushing deeply as she removed her shoes, hose, panties, and bra. She instinctively
used her hands and arms to hide her privates.

“No need for that, in fact if you ever try and shield your charms in my presence again you will be punished. Now lock your hands
behind your neck and spread those legs,” he said, and she hesitantly obeyed.

He inspected her milky white body. He always suspected she was stacked, but her conservative clothing always hid her body above the
knees. She had hefty breasts, with barely any sagging, with bright pink nipples and areolas pointing upward. Her flat belly, after bearing a
child, was testament to her overall fitness. Her bush was fiery red, just like her hair, but translucent enough to view her pussy.

He stood and stepped behind her. He cupped her firm buttocks in his palms and she gasped from his touch. He slid his strong hands up
her back, then to her sides and around front to grasp her breasts. He began kneading the ample flesh, toying with her nipples using his
fingers. They swelled with the attention, becoming engorged and hard.

He was good to his word, she felt degraded and humiliated. She doubted she could ever get used to this, but when his hands began to
explore her flesh, her body began betraying her. His manipulation of her nipples caused her pussy to respond with the juice of arousal
beginning to flow. It had been so long since a man, or anyone, had touched her this way. She had been denied too long, her body craved
sexual release.

He moved his hands down her belly and across her bush, dipping a finger in her freshly moistened tunnel. He withdrew the damp digit
and used it to rub her swelling clitoris. Another gasp escaped Ann’s mouth as the erotic sparks danced inside her pleasure valley.

“Maybe you are a slut at heart, your wet and your heart is racing,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes Master,” she panted, aroused enough to want him to take her, right here on his desk. She could feel his hard on pressing into her
ass cheeks through his slacks; it felt large and hot against her. She just agreed to be his whore, why not try and get some pleasure from
it, she thought.

“Tell me what you are,” he whispered.

“I am a slut Master,” she replied.

He reached up and twisted one of her nipples, she tried to turn away, but he held her tight.

“Ouch!” she whined.

“This is nothing slut,” he said, as he continued to increase the pressure on her captured tit bud. “This is a minor reprimand for a
small infraction. Now you just aren’t any old slut, so tell me again, what are you?”

The pain in her chest made it hard to think straight, but she guessed what he wanted. She said, “I am your slut Master.”

He released her nipple. “That’s better.”

He reached back down and slid two fingers deep into her cunt, her body tensed at the rough intrusion. He began to slowly knead her,
inside and out, stimulating her clit and g-spot simultaneously. She moaned from the pleasure her starved pussy felt, then he lifted her up
off her feet holding her by her crotch with his hand. The increased pressure from her weight and his clenching hand triggered an orgasm that
made her whole body tremble.

He smiled as he held the convulsing girl, knowing for sure now, that he had made a good choice. This one had been wrapped a little too
tight and needed some unraveling. Though she would surely fight it at first, he was confident that she would eventually become addicted to
the life he planned for her.

He carried her over and sat her on the edge of his desk. He removed his hand from her pussy and lifted it for her to see. It was slick
with her juices and glistened in the light.

Looking into her glazed eyes, he said, “You will lick my hand clean and taste your own arousal. Best you become accustomed to the
taste of pussy, you will learn to pleasure women as well as men.”

It was like he had cast a spell on her, she looked into his eyes as she sucked his fingers into her mouth. The orgasm had barely
subsided and she wanted his cock inside her, it had been far too long since she had been fucked. Her pussy yearned for the feeling of a long
hard cock inside it; she licked and sucked his hand slurping up her own juices. Anything to please him, hoping it would lead to that
much-desired outcome.

“You want my cock, don’t you slut?”

“Yes Master,” she said as she continued licking his fingers, wondering if he was reading her mind.

“That’s good, you are taking to your new role quite well. Now we have some errands to run, you may use my bathroom to fix your face
and get dressed.” He picked up her clothes and handed them to her.

It was like a slap in the face, this abrupt change he invoked. She was holding the bundle of clothes before she realized she wasn’t
getting fucked, at least not yet. She scurried off to the bathroom, in dire need of composing herself. When she looked in the mirror she was
a mortified, dark black streaks trailed from her eyes and down her cheeks. The door opened behind her.

“Here is your purse, fix that makeup, you are a mess. You have ten minutes, don’t be late,” Dan said, and then he closed the door. />
She worked as fast as she could, but she was quite a mess. She kept checking her watch, starting to panic. With less than two minutes
left she abandoned her makeup and turned to her clothes. She was confused at first, then realized what he had done. All that he gave her
were her skirt, jacket, and shoes. She put them on, not feeling properly dressed at all.

She entered the office and stopped to wait for him, as he was on the phone. He hung up, put on his jacket and walked over to her. He
smiled at her revised outfit. Her low cut jacket, though fully buttoned, still revealed her full cleavage and the swell of her ample
breasts.

“This will do for today, but you will need a new wardrobe. You will no longer hide your femininity from the world. Now you will leave
first, you will go down to the corner near the front of the building and wait. I will be around with the limo shortly.”

“I can’t walk through the office and onto the street like this, what would people think?” she pleaded.

“That you are a slut.”

The message sunk in. He was going to humiliate her in every way possible. She turned and walked to the door, breaking into a cold
sweat as she did. She took a deep breath and embarked on her journey, not at all confident of her ability to endure this tormented
existence.




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It was a typical morning; Ann was rushing around getting ready for work while prodding her daughter Lee to get ready for school. The

High School senior was a typical teen, slow to get going on school days. Her auburn hair and lightly freckled face had become womanly,

rather than child-like, in the last year. Bright green eyes, five-foot six-inches tall with a thirty-four c-cup bosom, at a svelte 110

pounds, the girl was a knockout. It had been her eighteenth birthday only yesterday.


At this point people mistook them for sisters, more often than as mother and daughter. Ann was Lee’s age when she got pregnant, but

time was kind to her and she still looked nearly as young as her daughter. They had become like girlfriends as Lee matured, but Ann still

worried that Lee was not responsible enough. It was their major bone of contention, other than that Ann was proud of her girl.


In their typical mad dash they gathered their things and rushed out the door. They kissed each other on the cheek, then parted, each

bolting to catch their respective buses. Ann jogged as quickly as her high heels allowed and made it to her bus a little late.


Dave the driver, who had the hots for her for years, was waiting. When she was late, which was almost daily, he would flip through his

manifests for a few minutes to wait for her. She stumbled up the steps a minute after he had reached her stop.


“Morning Ann,” he said, as she climbed up the steps panting from her jog.


“Hey Dave! Thought I was going to miss you today.”


“No problem girl, I couldn’t have my best customer get to work late,” he replied.


“Thanks Dave,” she said, as she dropped her token in his fare box and then took a seat.


She opened her briefcase and reviewed her boss Dan’s agenda for the day. He was scheduled to be in at nine and she was scheduled to

meet with him at 9:30 for dictation. After that he would be gone for the day. She thought it unusual that she didn’t know what he had

planned. He was more like a husband than a boss to her; she always knew every aspect of his schedule. Though he had been acting strange of

late, ever since he parted company with Pam, his latest paramour. Single, rich, and handsome, she thought, why couldn’t he ever commit?
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She closed her case and pulled her compact from her purse. She checked her makeup and made sure her business suit was neat. She wore a

blue pinstriped jacket and skirt that reached to just above her knees. Her navy pantyhose and matching pumps made her look impeccable. She

wore a white blouse with a matching blue tie in the collar. Looking in the mirror she suddenly realized how much Lee had begun to look like

her.


When she arrived at the office at 8:30, she grabbed her morning coffee and set to work. She was a diligent and efficient employee and

she took pride in her work. As nine o’clock approached, she got Dan his coffee and had a hot cup waiting on his desk when he arrived. After

he was settled in, she returned to her tasks.


Dan had dropped several receipts on her desk blotter when he arrived, for her to add to his expense reports. Seeing them there caused

her guilt to flare, as it always did. She had worked for him for four years and he was a good boss. She earned a good salary for her

position. So, when two years ago, she began to slip small receipts into his expenses for her personal purchases, she fell into a trap. It

was so easy and she justified her actions thinking she was doing it to help Lee.


Since Lee’s father left her in her early twenties, too overwhelmed and young to raise a child, she struggled financially. When she got

the job with Dan, along with the generous salary, things eased up a bit. But two years later she was sinking into debt again. That was when

she stumbled across this small deception.


One month she accidentally got one of her own receipts mixed up with his and it was processed with his expenses. She waited two months

for him to notice, but he never did, and so began the embezzling. She kept it small and random, never adding more than a few hundred a

month, and she pocketed the difference.


As she entered his receipts in the register she wondered, as she regularly did, what repercussions would occur if she were caught. The

thoughts she had scared her, prison would be likely. What would happen to Lee? But the damage was done, which is why she added another of

her receipts to the pile as she worked on them.


She finished just in time to meet with Dan, grabbed her steno book and entered his office. He was on the phone and motioned for her to

sit. Wrapping up his conversation he hung up the phone.


“How are you today Ann?” he asked.


“Fine Sir, and you?” was her reply.


“Quite well, thank you. First off, we need to send a letter to my lawyer.”


She noted that in her book and was ready when he began.


“It has come to my attention that one of my employees has been embezzling from the firm for the last two years.”


Her heart sank, did he know?


“The amounts,” he continued, as she struggled to write amidst the fear building in her. “Have been small, but accumulated add up into

the thousands.” Her mouth became dry. “Termination is obvious, but what form of prosecution do you suggest? I want to make an example of

this type of disloyalty. Regards, etc., etc.”


She couldn’t look up from her pad, as tears formed in her eyes. At this moment she didn’t care who it was he was referring to, she

needed to clear her conscience.


Without looking up, she said, “Sir, may I say something?”


He sat there, looking at his assistant, who was clearly in turmoil. He smiled benignly and said, “Yes Ann? What do you want to

say?”


“Sir…” her voice faltering, “I have a confession to make.”


“Better late than never, eh Ann?” he replied, a steely tone in his voice.


He knew! She was crushed and speechless, as she stared down at her pad.


“Well, why don’t you come clean and explain why I shouldn’t have you arrested right now?”


She looked up as the tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, leaving black trails of mascara on her cheeks. He just stared at her

with a look she never saw before, it made her shiver.


“Yes Sir, I have been adding on to your expenses and pocketing it. I have no defense, but I did it just to make ends meet and support

my daughter.”


“Why didn’t you come to me and ask for more money, the HONEST way?”


Ann did not miss the emphasis on the word honest, she felt disgust with herself for allowing this to happen. She was terrified and did

not know what to say or do.


“I am sorry Sir and am willing to repay everything I took. I will resign and find a way to pay back everything, but please don’t have

me arrested. This would ruin my daughter’s life and I would do anything to prevent that.”


“Anything?” he asked, his tone almost evil.


She swallowed, her throat dry, and she replied, “Yes Sir, anything.”


“When was the last time you were intimate with a man?”


This question caused her to sit upright in her chair, a new fear born in her mind. Was he really suggesting she prostitute herself

with him to repay the debt? The fact that she was always attracted to him did not matter, the idea reviled her.


She stammered, “A long time Sir, but I’m not that kind of girl.”


“What kind is that Ann? A whore or a criminal?”


His remark shocked her, but she countered, “I am a criminal, I know that, but I am certainly not a whore!”


“Fair enough. So the question is, would you be willing to become a whore to protect your daughter?”


This was too much, her mind was reeling and she didn’t recognize the man sitting across from her. She thought she knew him, but she

had never expected he could be so crude and callous.


She answered the only way she could, “I don’t understand what you are asking me.”


“Then let me make it clear. You have two choices and neither will be appealing. First, I can pick up the phone and call the police, I

am sure you can imagine the results. Or, you will sign a confession here and now, then accept that you become my property for two years. You

will do as you are told, when you are told, no matter what I ask. There are many things that will be required of you that will sorely test

your morality. Basically, I will use you and humiliate you for as long as you spent ripping me off. To make it more a palatable choice, I

will promise not to tell your daughter and will move both of you into my house. For the term you are indentured, I will continue your

employment, clear up your debts, and help you get fiscally responsible.”


He sat back, apparently finished, she was dumbfounded. Was she supposed to be his slave? Did she really have a choice? He was offering

a hellish existence, but wouldn’t prison and the shame for Lee be worse if she were arrested? She stared blankly at him, the shock of this

moment too much for her to think clearly. He opened a drawer in his desk and removed some papers, laying them on top of it. She still just

stared at him.


“Don’t know what to say? Read these and think about it.” He pushed the papers towards her.


She reached out and took the pile from the desk; she felt like a zombie, trapped between the living and the dead. She knew her life,

as she knew it, was over, just what horror should she choose? Deep down her maternal instincts told her to suffer his indignities privately,

rather than subject her daughter to the public shame she would bring down upon her if she were put in prison.


She read the first document, a simple confession and agreement to work off the debt based under a separate contract. The second

document was that contract, stating her salary, the living arrangements he laid out, a repayment schedule, and the requirement that he

manage her money.


The third was an altogether different story, and her eyes went wide as she read through the pages of this agreement. It laid out her

complete forfeiture of rights, even to the point of needing permission to go to the bathroom. He would control her entirely with no chance

of release until the contract expired. She was completely at his mercy and he appeared to have very little. After finishing she looked back

up at him, still unable to speak.


“The first two are the legal ones, which my lawyer will hold, only to be used should you balk on your agreement. The last one has no

legal value, obviously, but I wanted you to know without a doubt what this means for you.”


“But how can I keep this arrangement hidden from my daughter?” she blurted, finally finding her voice.


“As I stipulate in our private contract, I will not tell Lee about our agreement. It will require certain explanations from you

regarding changes she will notice in you, but I am sure you can find ways to keep her insulated. I will be the picture of decorum in her

presence and I am sure you will manage. The choice is yours, but you have no time. I want your answer now.”


It was a no-win situation, she knew, but her maternal instincts took control. “Give me a pen, I accept.” She whispered it, still

unsure of her decision, but protecting Lee was foremost in her mind.


He handed her a pen and pointed to where she needed to sign. In a few minutes it was over, she signed her freedom away to avoid jail.

Though she knew she now lived in nothing more than a private prison, held captive by a man she no longer recognized. She braced herself and

waited for his next move.


“Your lease expires next month, I will pay it off and arrange to move you into my house this weekend. Since Lee graduates in two

months, I will arrange to keep her in her school, my driver will see to her transportation.”


The extent he knew her private affairs surprised her, then she realized that this must have been well planned out. He must have had

her investigated, how else would he know about her private life?


“The rest of today will be an indoctrination into your new life. When you go home this evening you will tell Lee that you have

accepted a promotion. You will be my 24/7 personal assistant, which is why you are moving in with me. Tell her how she can stay in her

school and have a nicer life to boot and I am sure she can be persuaded to accept this situation. Are you following this, girl?” he asked,

as her eyes had drifted back to her lap.


“Yes Sir,” she said, feeling lower than dirt.


“First rule, in public you will always address me as Sir. In private you will call me Master.”


“Yes Master.”


“Very good, now come over her and stand next to me.”


She obeyed, feeling as if her body was no longer hers.


“Take your clothes off. I want to see what I just purchased.”


This command startled her, but her hands went to the buttons of her jacket anyway and in a moment she laid it across the chair next to

his desk. Her blouse and skirt soon followed. She was blushing deeply as she removed her shoes, hose, panties, and bra. She instinctively

used her hands and arms to hide her privates.


“No need for that, in fact if you ever try and shield your charms in my presence again you will be punished. Now lock your hands

behind your neck and spread those legs,” he said, and she hesitantly obeyed.


He inspected her milky white body. He always suspected she was stacked, but her conservative clothing always hid her body above the

knees. She had hefty breasts, with barely any sagging, with bright pink nipples and areolas pointing upward. Her flat belly, after bearing a

child, was testament to her overall fitness. Her bush was fiery red, just like her hair, but translucent enough to view her pussy.


He stood and stepped behind her. He cupped her firm buttocks in his palms and she gasped from his touch. He slid his strong hands up

her back, then to her sides and around front to grasp her breasts. He began kneading the ample flesh, toying with her nipples using his

fingers. They swelled with the attention, becoming engorged and hard.


He was good to his word, she felt degraded and humiliated. She doubted she could ever get used to this, but when his hands began to

explore her flesh, her body began betraying her. His manipulation of her nipples caused her pussy to respond with the juice of arousal

beginning to flow. It had been so long since a man, or anyone, had touched her this way. She had been denied too long, her body craved

sexual release.


He moved his hands down her belly and across her bush, dipping a finger in her freshly moistened tunnel. He withdrew the damp digit

and used it to rub her swelling clitoris. Another gasp escaped Ann’s mouth as the erotic sparks danced inside her pleasure valley.


“Maybe you are a slut at heart, your wet and your heart is racing,” he whispered in her ear.


“Yes Master,” she panted, aroused enough to want him to take her, right here on his desk. She could feel his hard on pressing into her

ass cheeks through his slacks; it felt large and hot against her. She just agreed to be his whore, why not try and get some pleasure from

it, she thought.


“Tell me what you are,” he whispered.


“I am a slut Master,” she replied.


He reached up and twisted one of her nipples, she tried to turn away, but he held her tight.


“Ouch!” she whined.


“This is nothing slut,” he said, as he continued to increase the pressure on her captured tit bud. “This is a minor reprimand for a

small infraction. Now you just aren’t any old slut, so tell me again, what are you?”


The pain in her chest made it hard to think straight, but she guessed what he wanted. She said, “I am your slut Master.”


He released her nipple. “That’s better.”


He reached back down and slid two fingers deep into her cunt, her body tensed at the rough intrusion. He began to slowly knead her,

inside and out, stimulating her clit and g-spot simultaneously. She moaned from the pleasure her starved pussy felt, then he lifted her up

off her feet holding her by her crotch with his hand. The increased pressure from her weight and his clenching hand triggered an orgasm that

made her whole body tremble.


He smiled as he held the convulsing girl, knowing for sure now, that he had made a good choice. This one had been wrapped a little too

tight and needed some unraveling. Though she would surely fight it at first, he was confident that she would eventually become addicted to

the life he planned for her.


He carried her over and sat her on the edge of his desk. He removed his hand from her pussy and lifted it for her to see. It was slick

with her juices and glistened in the light.


Looking into her glazed eyes, he said, “You will lick my hand clean and taste your own arousal. Best you become accustomed to the

taste of pussy, you will learn to pleasure women as well as men.”


It was like he had cast a spell on her, she looked into his eyes as she sucked his fingers into her mouth. The orgasm had barely

subsided and she wanted his cock inside her, it had been far too long since she had been fucked. Her pussy yearned for the feeling of a long

hard cock inside it; she licked and sucked his hand slurping up her own juices. Anything to please him, hoping it would lead to that

much-desired outcome.


“You want my cock, don’t you slut?”


“Yes Master,” she said as she continued licking his fingers, wondering if he was reading her mind.


“That’s good, you are taking to your new role quite well. Now we have some errands to run, you may use my bathroom to fix your face

and get dressed.” He picked up her clothes and handed them to her.


It was like a slap in the face, this abrupt change he invoked. She was holding the bundle of clothes before she realized she wasn’t

getting fucked, at least not yet. She scurried off to the bathroom, in dire need of composing herself. When she looked in the mirror she was

a mortified, dark black streaks trailed from her eyes and down her cheeks. The door opened behind her.


“Here is your purse, fix that makeup, you are a mess. You have ten minutes, don’t be late,” Dan said, and then he closed the door.
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She worked as fast as she could, but she was quite a mess. She kept checking her watch, starting to panic. With less than two minutes

left she abandoned her makeup and turned to her clothes. She was confused at first, then realized what he had done. All that he gave her

were her skirt, jacket, and shoes. She put them on, not feeling properly dressed at all.


She entered the office and stopped to wait for him, as he was on the phone. He hung up, put on his jacket and walked over to her. He

smiled at her revised outfit. Her low cut jacket, though fully buttoned, still revealed her full cleavage and the swell of her ample

breasts.


“This will do for today, but you will need a new wardrobe. You will no longer hide your femininity from the world. Now you will leave

first, you will go down to the corner near the front of the building and wait. I will be around with the limo shortly.”


“I can’t walk through the office and onto the street like this, what would people think?” she pleaded.


“That you are a slut.”


The message sunk in. He was going to humiliate her in every way possible. She turned and walked to the door, breaking into a cold

sweat as she did. She took a deep breath and embarked on her journey, not at all confident of her ability to endure this tormented

existence.






Reviews

Exceptional story. Very much look forward to the next part. Character development for the slaves in this story was wonderful. All the characters had good development and were easy to accept. The BDSM aspects of the story were very well developed. This is one of the best BDSM tales I have read this year. 5 out of 5 (Les)

Great story, severe bdsm action 5 out of 5 (edsubject)

I rate this book as a WEAK "4". It was imaginative and arousing where it showed detail but, in trying to cover a wide range of events and time, it had to skim over large chunks of developments. 4 out of 5 (Eljay)

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Author Information

A specialist in the art form of training slaves, Peter King is a great new author we welcomed to A1AdultEbooks in 2008.

After 25 years of living and playing with some lovely submissive women I started writing about the dynamic of the M/s relationship. My books are about the the numerous ways a woman can be dominated and trained by a determined man, and whether consensual or not, they are all about how she can be transformed by the experience. Many of my characters are mirrors of the women I have interacted with over the years in the lifestyle.

 


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