CHAPTER 1
New Job
"Come in Sandy." Michael and Frederick sat on the couch in his office, a large
leather couch that sat up against her wall. They pulled the table out of the way, giving
room for Sandy to stand in front of them. "Over here, in front of us." Michael`s
voice was more demanding than he was during the day, needing to set the mood right away
that they were in charge and Sandy had no option but to submit.
She walked over to them, self conscious of the way her body moved, knowing they were
following her with their eyes. She felt as if her breasts were bouncing more than usual
and she couldn`t control the swing of her butt as she walked.
She finally made it in front of them, standing, waiting for their first command.
"You`re very lovely Sandy." Frederick complimented her, his hand reaching down
to straighten out his cock, his pants constraining it as it drew hard at the thought of
Sandy naked in front of him. "A very lovely body."
At first it sounded like a compliment, and then more of an expectation of what was to
come. "Thank you Frederick."
"Sir, it will be Sir, after work Sandy. During the day you may call us by our first
name, but when you are in one of the private sessions, you will address us as Sir or
Master."
"Yes Sir." It sounded so ominous now, not a sign of respect but of control.
"I think we can start with you showing us that lovely body of yours. Naked." He
waited, seeing the look of resignation on her face as it finally dawned on her the reality
of the situation. This would be the ultimate test. To strip naked for them. If she
performed this, the rest would come naturally. "Now do it slowly. Tease us with what
you have to offer." Michael sat back in the couch, waiting for Sandy to perform.
This was it, the time where she would have to ultimately decide her future fate. She had
said yes before, but now they wanted action. And the act they wanted was for her to strip
naked for them, a task she didn`t even perform for Thomas after years of living with him.
And they wanted her to do this slowly and sexily, teasing them as she revealed her most
intimate body. She was sure that this was only the beginning, sure that they would want
her to perform sexually for them before the night was over. She didn`t want to fathom the
depths of depravity that she would be forced to perform.
Her hands went up to the row of buttons of her white blouse, averting their eyes as she
fumbled with the first button, finally feeling it pull loose, her blouse opening slightly.
Her trembling fingers moved down, a shiver running through her as her fingernail traced
lightly over her chest, grasping the next button, disappointed when it sprang open so
easily. She felt the blouse begin to spread open, more of her chest revealed, her white
lacey bra poking out between the parted blouse.
"Arch your back Sandy. You have very lovely breasts. Be proud of them. Stick them
out for us." Frederick`s voice broke the silence of her ragged breathing.
She obeyed, feeling the blouse strain, pushing against her breasts as she moved her hands
down to the next button, the strain on it making it pop free with very little effort on
her part. It was down to her bra, her hand moving down to the next button, quickly opening
it, pulling her blouse out of her skirt to get the final button. She unbuttoned it, her
hands frozen on the two halves of her blouse, holding them together, anything to prolong
the inevitable. Even though she had already posed in the show in her bra and panties, this
was so much different. She would have to strip down to her naked skin sure they would make
her pose for them, the thoughts of how obscene the positions they might force her in
rushing into her brain. She saw their look and knew she could no longer evade the
inevitable. She let the blouse slip from her shoulders, her hands in front of her breasts
still trying to protect them from their searching eyes.
She then threw it onto the table near her and stood trembling before them, her hands
crossed in front of her breasts. She put her head down, not wanting to see their looks as
her hands hung uselessly by her side, her back arched for them, feeling their eyes burning
her skin.
"Bend over and hold your head up. Let`s see those lovely tits." This time it
was Michael ordering her.
She was forced to look at them, staring at Michael with her pleading eyes as she bent
over, feeling her pendulous breasts hanging down, feeling the cheap bra struggle to hold
them in. She held her head up high, seeing their eyes staring down at her breasts.
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