“Mr. Simons, Sir,” purred the nubile brunette in the doorway. “May I come in?”
Graham Niles, Roger Simons’ guest and newest client felt an instant stirring at the
sight of her. At a nod from Simons, the woman entered the office now moving with a
delicious sway of hips.
She was built for men’s pleasure and she dressed the part, tight black skirt and miles
of stocking clad leg. Bending low over the side of her employer’s desk she set down the
tray, giving ample view of her ill disguised cleavage, the large breasts haphazardly
contained by the white, half buttoned blouse and black push up bra.
“May I serve you, Sir,” she asked, making it clear she was here for more than liquid
refreshments. “One sugar or two?”
Turning his leather desk chair out for better access, Simons proceeded to brush her
long, dark curls from in front of her face. Her hair was tousled like she had just rolled
out of bed instead of filing papers or word processing or whatever else administrative
assistants were supposed to do.
“Let’s go for three today, my sweet,” said the elegantly dressed CEO of the infamous
organization known simply as The Company. “Two for me and one for you.”
Reaching into the sugar dish, he began with a single cube. Moving his finger to her
lips, he parted their lush redness. The girl responded immediately, almost automatically.
Eyes sliding closed she puckered and kissed the tiny, white cube.
She began to lick it next, long slavering movements of her tongue
Her movements were distinctly erotic, designed to show how attentive she might be to a
male shaft. Simons pushed it a little deeper now inducing her to suck. She continued her
ministrations, taking no notice as a tiny line of sticky sweet spittle dribbled from the
corner of her mouth onto her rapidly rising and falling bosom.
Simons waited until it was half gone before he moved the cube lower, slipping it
inside her blouse and bra. She shivered a tiny bit as he rubbed her nipple, though she
made no move to interfere or break position.
“Tina is a natural submissive,” explained Mr. Simons. “She required very little
training to turn her into the eager slave you see before you.”
He snapped his fingers, breaking Tina’s reverie. Instantly she fell to her knees,
putting her head to the carpet at his feet.
“Impressive,” said Graham. “Truly.”
“The techniques are simple enough,” Simons dismissed. “We bread down resistance
through conditioning, teach them to respond to simple commands, punishing them for
disobedience and rewarding them with small treats. We have a room set aside for training.
It is known as H-11. Isn’t that right, Tina?”
The groveling beauty made a small whimpering noise in reply, indicating she was more
than a passing acquaintance with Room H-11.
“She seems distressed,” Graham said.
“Room H-11 is not a place a female wishes to return,” said Simons.
“Is it a brutal place?”
“Not at all, our chief weapon is the shame they feel when they displease us. As I
told you, these are submissive girls, their arousal and their very psyche is oriented
around making men happy with them.”
“I see.”
“Submit,” Simons said to Tina, speaking as one might to a beloved per. Tina responded
promptly putting her lips to the top of Simons’ expensive leather shoe.
He said nothing so she continued, showering him with her delicate, worshipful kisses.
A moment later she commenced to licking the leather with her tongue, small and eager
dabs.
“Is it really true,” Graham marveled. “All the rumors about how you keep your female
employees as slaves, all of them?”
Simons shrugged. “If a man has to come to work, why not enjoy it, eh, old sport?
Seriously, if it is duress or kidnapping you’re worried about, I already told you, we at
the Company deal only with women whose nature it is to obey. So tell me about this
hellion of a woman you have for me.”
Graham shifted in his seat, his cock screaming for release. Seeing Tina treated this
way, such a gorgeous creature obeying like a pet dog willingly and with stars in her eyes
was the most arousing thing he had seen in his life.
He tried to imagine the obnoxious, proud Virginia in her place.
“She is my estranged wife,” said Graham, relaying the unhappy truth of his love life.
“I am attempting to reach a divorce settlement with her, but she will not give an inch.
And unfortunately she has a bit of leverage, if you take my meaning.”
What Virginia Niles had was a videotape of Graham with a prostitute. Why he had made
the damn thing was beyond him. Sure, it had served as a much needed aphrodisiac when he
found himself flagging on more than one occasion, but now it was as good as a smoking gun,
totally countering his image as a morally upright business man.
Simons gave a gentleman’s nod. “Yes, I’m sure I do.”
With that, he signaled for the tea to be served.
Tina knelt up at once, lips puffy and wet, eyes languid with what Graham took to be
unfulfilled desire. Without rising to her feet, she prepared her boss’ cup and offered it
to him, with all the devotion of a supplicant to her god.
Head down, she awaited the verdict as he took his first sip.
“Too strong,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
Graham watched in fascination as she unbuttoned her blouse and hoisted each full
breast from the flimsy underwire covering. Only once she was fully exposed did she hand
him the small pair of tongs, which she had used to put the sugar in his tea.
“Each woman has her point of greatest vulnerability and submissive arousal,” Simons
explained, reaching for her nipple. “For Tina it is her breasts. She finds nipple
torture most excruciating and thrilling. For another it might be having objects inserted
in her ass or being made to perform with a dildo in front of a group of strange men.
Every now and again, of course, you run into an unusual case, the sort that requires a bit
more intense psychology. I sent just such a package off to Asia this morning.”
“A…package?”
“A girl in a box. She was known as Nicolette when she came to us, though I imagine
she will be renamed shortly.”
Graham swallowed, once again in awe. “What was her crime, if I may ask?”
“It’s not what you might think. We’re equipped to handle any sort of rebellion but
there isn’t a cure for love.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Love turns a female away from her training. She loses her focus and concentration.
Tina had a boyfriend she loved when she came to us but he had no idea what she was or how
to deal with her. He stifled her. We freed her of her chains.”
Tina braced herself, hands clasped behind her back as Simons squeezed, pinching the
fleshy little button between the metal tips.
Graham marveled at the look of her face, a twist of pleasure and pain and unspeakable
animal need. “Tina seems to love what you’re doing at the moment.”
“Tina is addicted, that’s a totally different thing. Deny her attention and she will
beg for it, no matter how rough or degrading. The key is to get in her mind, take over
her submissive needs and put them to one’s service.”
What he was not telling Graham Niles was that he had an ulterior motive in sending
Nicolette away, one that was infinitely more important than mere punishment or training.
Simons intended for her to be a collector of information, an unwitting secret agent.
Her own ignorance and lowly status would make her the perfect spy. Slaves heard secrets
all the time, after all, they tended to be there, in the offices, the hotel suites when
the deals were discussed, the business deals.
Nicolette, in effect, was on loan, like a fishing line and when she had a strong
enough bite, he would haul her back.
The Asian division was up to something and Simons intended to find out what.
“What do you live for, darling,” Simons asked now.
“For you, Master.” Her teeth chattered. “And for the Company.”
“Good girl,” he approved, affording her the most incidental praise.
Tears of joy streamed down her face as he released the inflamed, throbbing bud.
“Thank you, Master. May I suck your cock?”
Simons slapped her now, a mild but poignant blow across her cheek. “You presume too
much.”
“Forgive me, Mr. Simons, Sir,” she sobbed, resuming her position.
Simons took the other nipple, twisting it as thoroughly as the first. Her breathing
was broken and ragged.
Graham frowned.
“Don’t be fooled,” said Simons, noting the other man’s reaction. “She’s a slut and I
am giving her just what she needs. Show our guest, Tina.”
Tina thrust her hand obediently between her legs, up under the skirt.
She wore no panties.
“See?” said Simons.
Tina held her fingers up now, glistening wet.
Graham was astounded. She was or had been converted into a true masochist.
“Let’s have a demonstration,” said Simons. “Masturbate for us, Tina.”
Tina put her fingers back in place, shameless, grunting, a commanded slave. Moaning
piteously, back arched, she looked up at her master.
Nodding, he permitted her to climax.
She shuddered, thrilled, utterly exposed, and intoxicated.
The orgasm came over her, wave after wave, a thing of pure beauty.
Simons opened his trousers afterwards and Tina fell on him, greedy, abject, her mouth
taking him all the way at once. She let him face fuck her with a vengeance, leaving no
doubt as to her status in the relationship.
Simons spurted his come into her mouth, grunting in satisfaction. She swallowed his
seed, every drop of it. When she was done she licked his cock clean and lovingly put it
away inside his trousers.
“Now you may service Mr. Niles,” he said.
“Yes, Mr. Simons.” Tina crawled on her hands and knees, her punished breasts swaying
free, her luscious ass wriggling in the tight skirt.
“Don’t be shy, Niles,” said Simons, seeing Graham’s reticence at her approach. “It
isn’t as if I am offering an expensive cigar you feel unworthy to smoke. Slaves like Tina
are a dime a dozen. Aren’t you, girl?”
“Yes, Mr. Simons.”
“You had better interest him, Tina,” Simons warned. “Or we shall have to send you to
H-11 for a refresher.”
Tina was between Graham’s legs. She arched her back, cradling her breasts, piteous,
looking up at him. “Would you prefer to fuck my breasts, Sir?”
“I would prefer to talk business,” said Graham, quite unused to having his sexual
needs tended to in the presence of a third party, let alone a male.
She rubbed her face over Graham’s crotch. “Please, use me, Sir?”
“I would prefer not to.” He pushed her away, more harshly than he had intended.
She landed on her back. Planting her high heels, knees apart, she hiked up her skirt.
Her pussy was clean shaven, a work of art in itself. There were gold rings in her labia.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, lifting her ass enticingly. “Tina will please you with her body.
She will be a good lay for you…”
Her fingers held open the swollen lips, dripping and moist.
The sight repulsed him...and excited him, too.
“It’s your decision,” said Simons. “Make use of her body, or sentence her to H—11.”
“What will happen to her there?” Graham asked.
“Tell our guest, Tina.”
“I will be punished.” She stroked herself, still trying to attract Graham’s
interest.
“How?” Graham whispered, his heart racing, his mind filled with all the wonderful
possibilities.
“My clothes will be taken from me, Sir, and I will be kept naked in a collar. I will
sleep in a cage and eat my meals from a dish on the floor. Men will be sent to me, I will
have to please them, night and day.”
“That seems…extreme,” said Graham.
“Tina is a Company slave, she expects such punishment for disappointing me, don’t you,
girl?”
“Yes, Mr. Simons.” Her eyes were moist.
Graham could not bear her pain. “If I do something with her, you won’t force her to
go to Room H-11?”
“No,” said Simons. “I will not.”
“In that case,” said Graham, finding a rather ingenious solution. “I should like to
come on her bosom.”
“You heard our guest, Tina; give him your breasts for his usage.”
“Yes, Mr. Simons.”
She removed her blouse and bra, no questions asked. In a matter of moments she was
between his legs again, pleading to take out his cock.
Graham pulled at his zipper, giving her the access she needed. Tina gratefully
extracted his shaft and kissed the tip of it. She proceeded to hold it in between her hot
little hands, very lightly rubbing, up and down the length.
Next she leaned forward, cradling his cock in the valley between her splendid, full
breasts. She held it there, pushing together the pale globes to form a pocket.
Graham grunted, sliding forward to take full advantage. It was like being inside a
woman’s silky sex, soft as butter. He knew he would not hold out long. And why should
he? He owned Tina right now and she was here for him.
“Oh, yes, Sir,” she sighed as he stiffened, his cock swelling to ejaculation
proportions. It was so goddamn good, so utterly satisfying. He licked his chops, letting
her take the warm spray across her torso, gobs of it shooting up to cover her lips and
cheeks.
A few drops even ended up in her gorgeous, tousled hair.
“Damn,” he groaned. “That went fast.”
Simons chuckled. “It’s all right, my good man, no one ever lasts long their first
time with a slave girl. It’s like a life time of fantasy erupting at once, whether or not
a man has even thought of it consciously. Tina, please report to H—11.”
Tina’s eyes widened at the sudden and unexpected sentence, though she offered no
objection. “Yes, Mr. Simons.”
“What’s the meaning of this, Simons?” demanded Graham. “She did as I asked, I was
satisfied. You gave your word.”
“We agreed I would not force her, I am merely offering a suggestion.”
“But this is semantics,” Graham protested. “Surely she is not in a position to refuse
you.”
“Tina,” Simons ignored. “What do you wish to do?”
“I want to please you,” she said.
“There’s a good pet, run along to H-11 and perhaps I will visit you later. In the
mean time kindly ask the guard on duty to administer ten blows of the cane to your ass.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice quavered a little as she moved to retrieve her blouse and bra.
“You may deposit those items in the trash can on your way out,” he said, precluding
any opportunity to cover herself up. “And leave Mr. Graham’s gift where he deposited
it.”
“Yes, Mr. Simons.” She would have to ride the elevator down bare breasted, stained in
come. “Thank you, Mr. Simons.”
Simons ignored her, punching up one of the intercom buttons on the top of his spotless
mahogany desk. “Vicky, I am going to need another temp.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Vicky.
“Vicky is my right hand,” Simons explained to Graham.
Tina headed out meanwhile, closing the door meekly behind her.
“You really intend to cane that poor girl?”
“Yes. I planned to all along,” Simons said. “She is fortunate I enjoy her so much,
or I would have chosen something more intense.”
“She never stood a chance...”
Simons laughed, pitying the man. “You really aren’t cut out for this business. Are
you sure you will be able to stomach what must be done to your Virginia?”
“She is no longer mine, and yes, I can endure, within limits.”
“No limits,” Simon declared. “Turn her over to me...or don’t, that’s your only
choice.”
“But you said not all women are cut out for this,” said Graham nervously. “What if
she does not turn out to be submissive?”
“You’re borrowing trouble,” Simons said. “Do you wish to have your ex-wife groveling
at your feet, ecstatic to lick the soles of your shoes, or would you rather turn over half
your estate to her or more?”
“The former,” he grumbled. “Obviously.”
“Well it will come with a price. You think women like Tina grow on trees, slaves for
the plucking? You think a beautiful woman like that just knocks on the door one day
begging us to take her on, surrendering her rights, her freedoms, even her very body to
our sadistic whims…forever?”
“I have no idea how it happens, Simons. You haven’t told me,” said Graham, half
petulant, half curious.
Simons smiled, templing his fingers on his chin. “Now we are getting somewhere. A
little demonstration, is that what we need?”
Graham shifted in his seat. “I am not sure what you mean.”
Simon laughed, his tone low and quite self-satisfied. “Oh, I think you do, Graham, I
think you do.”
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