3 comments/ 41852 views/ 8 favorites Boss Bitch Ch. 01 By: the_new_guy_234 Part One I had been working happily at my current job for two years before things took a turn for the worse. The division manager, who was so greatly loved and admired by nearly all the staff, decided that he needed to make the most of life and so retired in order to travel the world with his wife. Having been one of his most eager understudies he had urged me to apply for the role of manager so that upon his arrival I would be able to run the office as efficiently and as pleasantly as he had done. He had given his endorsement to the personnel managers, whose decision it would ultimately be who got the job, and tutored me on my interview technique. I was young, being only 20 years old, but he was sure I had what it took to get the job. Admittedly it can be said that I was a little overconfident and so it came as a huge surprise to me when I was not offered the job. With a letter of condolence from the personnel manager I was told that, although I made a good impression, I would not be getting a promotion just yet and I should consider applying next time a position within the company presents itself. It was not, however, my failure to get a promotion that signalled the turn for the worse. It was instead the instatement of Nathalie Andrews as the new divisional manager that left me so utterly ill at ease with a job I had previously enjoyed greatly. Fresh out of University, Nathalie Andrews was, in fairness, perfect for the job. She had entered university at a young age and had excelled through all of her courses with ease. Although she had never held a job before, thanks to her reliance on rich parents, she was generally likeable to people who she knew she had to impress, in short she was a manipulator. Her innocent good looks and pleasant demeanour did not extend to the office over which she now worked and she systematically undermined, belittled, threatened and bullied the staff. I, being the close second for her position, was where the majority of her atrocious people skills were directed and, although I never let it show, she successfully made my life miserable. Luckily for me, things soon changed. About two months after Nathalie- or as an underling such as me should say, Mrs. Andrews- started her reign of terror I came across a discovery that would eventually help me put that bitch in her place. One Wednesday after work I was walking along Aylesford Road in a seedy part of town to visit a friend that lived nearby. To my surprise, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone who was the spitting image of Nathalie enter a fairly well concealed hole-in-the-wall sex shop. Instinctively I pulled myself close to the door of the shop I was near and, cautiously, I looked out towards the sex shop in question. For a moment I paused and considered what to do; this discovery could allow me to bring some kind of peace to the office, I could blackmail her. I knew I needed evidence, I reached for my phone. It was brand new and had a rather advanced camera which I had not yet had time to try out. Luckily, in a neighbourhood where people were careful to mind their own business, I did not attract any attention as I readied myself and pointed my camera towards the door. After about ten minutes or so my mark emerged from the store, this time I was sure it was definitely Nathalie. I took several photos of her leaving, making sure to get the shop in the picture, they came out perfectly. I took several more as she walked towards Odessa Quay, making sure to get the bag she was carrying into the shot- it had the name 'Garden of Eden: Adult Concepts' emblazoned in purple lettering on the side. Still managing to remain hidden from Nathalie's under-cautious eyes I took more and more shots of her, finally taking several shots of her getting into her Mercedes and driving away, plates fully visible, it would be plain for anyone looking at these pictures to see that it was Nathalie. I stopped for a moment and scrolled through the pictures on my phone, most of them were perfect, I had about twenty shots that incriminated her; I was ecstatic. For a moment I worried that my evidence against her would not be sufficient and I stopped a minute, heart pounding, as I played my blackmail through in my head. It would never work, I needed more evidence. With a sudden burst of enthusiasm I headed back towards Aylesford Road, I had a plan, it couldn't fail. Arriving outside the sex shop I looked around cautiously, eager not to fall into the same trap as Nathalie, when I was satisfied I was not being watched I swiftly stepped over the threshold into the 'Garden of Eden.' Taking my next few steps very carefully I headed towards the counter where an array of dirty magazines was on display. I looked timidly towards the cashier, a tattooed woman with a nose piercing, and looked back towards the magazines; it was time to put my plan into action. "Are these all you have?" I asked quietly, indicating the aforementioned smut-rags. "Yeah..." answered the cashier in a similarly quiet tone, "...just those ones there." "That's a shame..." I said, not wanting to sound too eager. "I was looking for something a little more... illicit," "Is that so? What did you have in mind?" She said, equally cautious, she was probing me, just as I had hoped. I looked around, the store was empty. "I'm sure an intelligent woman such as you can work it out. What do you have behind the counter? I can pay cash." She looked around the room, making sure it was empty. Satisfied that we were alone she beckoned me closer to the counter and slid open a drawer. It was filled with all sorts of pornography which was clearly banned under the new regulations and with a swift click of my phone I documented what I saw for posterity. The woman look shocked, she was perfectly well aware of what I had just done and the implications of it, she went pale and slammed the door closed. She was speechless. "Now..." I said, authoritatively. "...I'm sure you understand what the penalty is for that kind of an offence." She was stunned silent. "There's no need to worry, I won't be reporting you, and after today you won't see me again, I just want some information, that's all." "I-Information?" she asked, still in shock. "A woman was in here about ten minutes ago, she had red hair and was wearing a business suit, I want a copy of what she purchased." "What?" asked the clerk; suddenly regaining her composure. "I want a copy of her receipt; if you please." My tone showed that I was not to be underestimated. She knew that she had lost and decided to comply. She began hammering on the keyboard and soon, without much delay, she had successfully printed what I had ordered. Snatching it from her I took a look at the sheet. At the bottom of the page I discovered what I had hoped, the stupid bitch had paid by credit card, her name was printed in full for anyone to see. I stopped for a moment and considered my next move. "Tell me..." I said, my face still intent upon the paper, "...Does she come in often?" "Uh... Yes... Maybe once a month, I can get you a list of other things that she's bought." "Please," I said noncommittally, as if I had anticipated her helpfulness. The cashier tapped on the keyboard again and more paper began printing off. "She has an account here," she said, trying to break the horrible quiet of the store, "I'm just printing out her entire history." This helpfulness really was welcome, perhaps the penalty for illegal pornography was more severe than I had suspected. She handed me four more pieces of paper, detailing account history that went back about six months, it made very interesting reading. Lube, cuffs, whips, canes, gags, straps, dildos, butt plugs, she'd bought the lot, I couldn't believe my eyes. "Tell me..." I said calmly, "...what do you know about her? Is all this for just for her?" She seemed unwilling to answer me. I lifted the phone and shook it side to side like a wagging finger; she seemed to get the message. "I think she buys it for her master, I'm not sure though, she seems like the submissive type to me. She always gave off that impression." "You've been very helpful." I said, genuinely acknowledging her help. I headed for the door, my papers clutched tight in my grip. A voice called after me, it was the cashier. "Sir..." she said desperately, "...what about those pictures?" I stopped for a second. "Oh, I beg your pardon, I am sorry." I held up my phone so she could see and deleted the picture. I stepped out into the street and called my friend to cancel our meeting tonight before heading straight home. Part Two On returning home I headed straight to my computer where I instantly made copies of the receipts and printed all of the pictures that I had taken from my phone. Through some simple searches on the internet I had managed to find several mentions of Nathalie Andrews in various society and cultural columns. She mingled with the elite of the local area and I was certain that they would not be impressed with one of their number visiting sex stores and buying all manner of illicit goods. By ten o'clock I had gathered information on her various society commitments, her wine club, her book club, her pony club, I left nothing to chance. I found addresses for her parents, her grandparents, her university professors, everybody I could think of that would be less than impressed by the sexual exploits of the perfect Nathalie Andrews. My mission complete I went straight to bed eager for what lie ahead the next day, my ascendancy over Nathalie, I could hardly wait. It was a long time before I actually managed to get any sleep, at first I thought it was just because I wasn't especially tired but soon I realised that it was becoming impossible to sleep because of the thoughts that were running uncontrollably through my head. Although I had always found Nathalie to be attractive in appearance I had never, that is until today, seen her in a sexual light. Now that I thought of it, her being submissive, stripped naked, cuffed and subservient, it was an incredibly arousing thought. Her little body being forced to submit to me, to serve me, I couldn't imagine anything better. I had long had a dominant streak to my personality, maybe with my blackmail I would be able to force Nathalie to submit. She would be powerless to stop me, and I could be the perfect master, I could tame her evil streak and bring peace to the office as well as giving myself the ultimate in satisfaction, my own personal sex slave. I had made up my mind, and I couldn't wait. The next morning I arrived at work early, I was the first one there, arriving just as the morning cleaner left. I took my briefcase and walked over to Nathalie's office, looking around to make sure I was alone I put my hand on the handle and shook it, it wasn't locked. I stepped into the office and made myself comfortable behind Nathalie's desk, I knew she would be the next person to come into the office; she always made a point of it. My heart was beating hard in my chest. After about ten minutes swivelling in Nathalie's chair I decided to take a look through the doors of her desk, perhaps there would be more evidence against her. Unfortunately there was nothing incriminating, she had got herself caught but she was not stupid, the most I found was a bottle of vodka and two small shot glasses. As I waited my heart continued to pound against my chest and my body heat was soon rising. I had to take off my jacket and loosen my tie; I couldn't bear waiting much longer. Luckily there was soon a noise in the office outside; it could only be one person, Nathalie. High-heeled footsteps began to move closer and closer to the door, it was definitely her, I straightened up my tie and opened the briefcase, being careful to conceal what I was hiding. The handle turned and Nathalie strolled in, her head held high and a confident look in her eye; she hadn't seen me yet, I spoke. "Hello Nathalie, glad to see you at work so early." I said, my confident tone surprising me as much as Nathalie. She was momentarily startled; she raised her hand to her chest and gasped. Soon, however, she had regained herself and was on the offensive. "What the Fuck are you doing in here? What are you doing behind my desk? You impertinent shit, who the fuck do you think you are?" I was taken aback by this tirade, I expected resistance but this was appalling. "Calm down for a second and I'll tell you what I'm doing here." I said, my tone taking on an air of fatherly chastisement. "Trying to feel what it would be like if you'd got the job? You really are pathetic." She growled disdainfully, moving closer towards me. She really believed in maintaining the offensive. "Sit the fuck down and listen to me bitch," I retorted, deciding to give as good as I got. "You think you can talk to me like that? You've got another thing coming; you'll be out of this company so fast..." I cut her off. "Garden of Eden sex shop, Aylesford Road..." I said calmly, "...I believe you're familiar with it." "What?" she asked. Clearly she was taken aback. "I don't like repeating myself so don't ask me to do it again. Garden of Eden sex shop, you're a regular patron there I believe." I had nearly established my control of the situation. "No... I..." she was formulating a response when I cut her off once more. "I wasn't asking Nathalie, I was making a statement," I revealed the first picture to her by slamming it down on her desk, it clearly showed her leaving the shop, bag in hand. She sunk into a chair, a deathly pallor about her face. She was speechless. Without leaving time for a rebuttal I threw down the rest of the pictures, twenty-three in total. She thumbed through them timidly, her whitened face looking more so by the minute, I thought she was going to faint. On looking at the last picture she looked up at me, her face overcome with grief, "What is the meaning of this?" she asked. Rather than reply directly to her question I decided to reveal more evidence. "I also have receipts if you would like a look, they make very interesting reading." I placed them on the table; they detailed every cent she had spent in the Garden of Eden over the last six months. "There is an address here..." I continued, looking at a note I had scrawled on another piece of paper, "...81 Marlborough Terrace. Now I wonder if you could tell me who lives there." My tone was patronizing, her face was contorting in grief with each syllable, I awaited a response." "That's my parents' address," she croaked, tears now trickling down her face. "Really?" I asked, feigning surprise. "I wonder what they'd say if they saw all this." "You wouldn't," she pleaded, her tears now streaming, "Please don't." I ignored her pathetic protestations and continued with my offensive. "Maybe I would, maybe not. That depends on you. I'm enjoying myself now so let's continue, cheer up this really is rather fun. Susan Abernathy of the Newmarket Pony club; Gerald Smith, esteemed president of your book club; Margot Haldane of the wine club. I wonder how they would take the news." "Please..." she begged hoarsely, her mascara now running down her face. "Now listen carefully because I am going to tell you what you can do to avoid all these people finding out about your little indiscretions." I considered my words carefully whilst Nathalie listened intently. "From now on you are going to be kinder to the people who work under you, they work very hard to prop up your salary so the least you could do is treat them with a little respect. "She nodded dutifully. "You are also to call this master of yours, some time before midday, and tell him you don't want to see him again. I may make more demands of you throughout the day, it is unlikely but if I do you are to obey me without question. Apart from that I want you to work as though nothing has happened and wait in your office after work where we can discuss this more thoroughly. Until then you are not to mention any of this again, the pictures are safe with me and I give you my word that so long as you do as you are told then this sordid little incident will remain strictly between us." I stood up to leave and collected the evidence away placing it my briefcase. I walked to the door and stopped with my hand on the handle, "clean yourself up. You look like shit." With this she let out a little sob and I left the room and headed into the office where I spent most of the day. The day progressed fairly routinely with one exception being the sudden change of heart that Nathalie had had about the way she treated her staff. Her sudden attitude change was the main focus for the office gossips that were racking their brains trying to make sense of it, some concluding she had genuinely changed and others deciding it were part of some scheme which would eventually come back and bite them. Whenever Nathalie had entered the office, which seemed less often than usual, she found herself completely unable to meet my gaze and on the few occasions our eyes had met she quickly lowered her head and scuttled off to her office. During the lunch break I had headed into her office to check that Nathalie had called her master, she hadn't. Simply warning her that she would regret it I made her call him on speakerphone so I could hear, to her credit she ended it with him brutally and seemingly without remorse, they wouldn't be seeing each other again. By five o'clock the office was empty and, after leaving her alone for half an hour to stew, I headed towards the office where I would make my demands known. I entered the office to find Nathalie sat behind her desk diligently typing out some report or another, my entrance elicited a significant reaction in her and she stopped typing immediately. With my hand I motioned for her to stand up, she did so immediately. With a swift point of my finger I indicated where I would like her to stand and she promptly stood on the floor in the middle of the office. Taking time to remove my jacket and tie I sat down on a brown leather couch in front of my quarry and spent several minutes silently taking in her appearance. "So far you have behaved well and, save for the failure to call that old master of yours; I think that your obedience is commendable." She remained silent, a puzzled look on her face. "So far I see no reason to distribute any of my evidence, but all that could change..." I paused for effect, pretending to consider my words carefully when in fact I had decided exactly what I would say beforehand. "... The tasks that I set before you today were more of a warm-up than anything else; I wanted to test your commitment to keeping this sordid affair between ourselves. Now I wonder if you can tell me Nathalie, why do you think I got you to call off your affair with that old master of yours?" She paused; her face really was a picture, a mixture of fear and grief across her pretty features. "Because..." she began tentatively, "...You think I should leave all that behind me?" I didn't really believe that she was that naive but the attempt was cute, a wide grin crept across my face, "I'm afraid not. It's because you are going to have a new master now. Any guesses who that lucky man might be?" Tears formed on her face, the mascara that she had so carefully reapplied was cascading down her cheeks, her head bowed in shame. "Y-You?" she asked. "Bingo!" I exclaimed laughing heartily. "That's right Nathalie. You are going to submit to me now, you will do what I order, when I order it and if you refuse you will be punished. I wonder Nathalie, can you guess what happens if you decide not to submit?" "Y-You'll tell m-my parents?" "Indeed I will Nathalie, indeed I will. And not just your parents but also your grandparents, your sister, your university professors, Susan Abernathy, Margot Haldane, Gerald Smith. I'll put the evidence all over the office and send it to all the regional managers; I'll send it right to the top. I'll destroy you." Boss Bitch Ch. 01 She was now beginning to shake and was bawling hysterically, I had broken her; it was time for the moment of truth. I got up from the couch and walked towards her, with my thumbs I wiped away her tears and cooed a soft 'shush' in her direction, placing my fingers on her lips I leant in towards her, she was quiet. "I am going to have to push you for an answer now. Do you choose submission? Or destruction?" She was calm, but still evidently distressed, her crying had ceased but she still breathed heavy laboured breaths, "I-I-I choose..." she paused, biting her top lip nervously, "...submission." Her head dropped low but she kept herself from crying. I lifted her head in my hands and looked into her eyes, "You see, you've made a good choice." She smiled slightly but it seemed less than genuine. I kissed her on the forehead and stepped back, looking at my slave. "Run along to the bathroom and wash that face of yours, then come straight back, you have two minutes." She remained silent at my order but resigned to doing my bidding she left the room dejectedly, head still bowed in shame. Part Three She returned with only seconds to spare looking fresh and slightly revitalised. Upon her return she walked immediately to the spot where she had been before on the floor before me. I had sat back down on the leather couch awaiting her return with a shot of vodka in my hand. I stretched my arm out and handed her the shot, she took it eagerly and knocked it back without hesitation. "Another?" I asked. She nodded and I quickly complied with her request handing her another shot which she knocked back with similar efficiency. "Another?" I asked again. This time she shook her head, it was time for the fun to start. I stood up and again moved close to my victim. Although she was trembling slightly she seemed to have regained most of her composure and resigned herself to what was ahead. I lifted my right hand up to her chin and placed my left around her back. I tilted her head away from its bowed position and up towards my own, after a few seconds taking in the beauty of my victim I leant forward and kissed her deeply on the lips. I maintained the kiss for about thirty seconds, she was at first reluctant but soon returned the affection and I pulled away. I stared again into her eyes and held my gaze. I slid my left hand further up her body and with my right hand I softly traced the line of her neck towards her collar and along the top of her white cotton shirt towards the buttons. Her breathing increased as she realised what was coming but she made no attempt the inevitable. Still looking to her eyes I noticed that she was returning my gaze with doe-eyed anticipation as she felt my fingers reach for the top button. With a single, unbroken movement I slipped the top button through the hole and her shirt sprang open very slightly. Knowing that Nathalie was accepting her fate I moved away from her and sat back down on the couch. "Undo the rest of the buttons and throw me your shirt." I ordered casually. As though she had been serving me all her life she slowly, and without question, began to undo all of the buttons. With the last one loosed from its hole she threw her shirt towards the couch next to me and stood before me, rigidly, as though she was utterly unconcerned with her state of undress. "I think, slave, that in future I would like all my orders to be answered respectfully before they are carried out. I have no doubt in my mind that you will be able to find a fitting honorific with which you can address me." "Yes sir." She said dutifully. "Good girl, you do learn quickly..." I said, attempting to stay calm and hide my obvious excitement,"...Now whore (you will have to get used to some name calling) remove your skirt, but leave your heels on, I think they look rather sexy on you." "Yes Sir, Thank you sir," she said, almost mechanically. She hesitated only slightly before reaching around behind her back and undoing the clasp of her skirt. Loosening the zip she bent down low, giving me a view of her ample breasts sat within her sexy black lace bra, and then returned to a standing position allowing her skirt to fall to the ground revealing her matching panties. "Kick it aside." I ordered, indicating the skirt. "Yes Master." She mewed, obliging instantly to the order. "Turn around for me, let me see that ass of yours." "Yes sir." She turned slowly on the spot, continuing until I ordered her to stop. Her ass was absolutely amazing, her long slender legs in those heels really were a sight to behold, and to know that they were all mine, to use as I saw fit, made the show I was receiving so much the better. "Come closer, slave, I'm going to want a better view of my property." She hesitated, being referred to as property had clearly hurt her, but she obliged nonetheless cooing an obedient "Yes sir," as she stepped closer to her master. My view was much improved and I took it in with relish, savouring each phase of my slave's submission. "Remove that bra for me slut, I want to see those lovely tits of yours." She hesitated; she seemed unprepared for this next step. "Please sir..." she begged, another tear rolling silently down her cheek, at least she remembered how to address me, "...Don't make me do it." "Are you disobeying an order you little whore?" I said my tone now vicious. "Let's not forget that I'm not making you do anything that you don't want to, I gave you a choice and you made up your mind, now you can stick with your decision or you can face the consequences." "Yes Sir, sorry sir." She said as she reached around her back for her bra clasp. "You will be punished for disobeying me." I remarked, my anger still not fully subsided. "Yes sir, it's what I deserve sir." With these words her bra fell unceremoniously to the floor. Her perfect breasts bounced free from their lace enclosure and soon settled to a natural position. To look at them truly was an incredible sight, they were perhaps the best pair of tits I had ever seen in my life, and of course I did not voice my approval, knowing full well that my little whore did not deserve it. Looking up to her pert breasts I couldn't help but reach out my hand and grab at the lily-white mounds of flesh, I enjoyed the red marks left by my fingers as I squeezed them in my palms and the gentle moans that Nathalie voiced when I touched them were to me, no less satisfying. "Turn around." I ordered. "Yes Master," she replied before instantly acquiescing to my demand. Taking another look at that perfect ass I reached down the side of the couch and pulled out the tie that I had removed earlier. I reached out either side of Nathalie's trembling body and grabbed a wrist in each hand before pulling them both around so they rested on her ass. With the tie I managed to quickly and securely tie her wrists together. "Turn back around." I ordered. "Yes sir." She did as I said and again I looked at my slave, she looked even better with her hands tied tightly behind her back. "Now slave, I think that for your disobedience earlier you deserve to have your first punishment. So I want you to go into the middle of the room and look straight ahead, do not turn your head unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" "Yes master." "Well don't keep me waiting then." I barked. Needless to say, she jumped into position without further delay. I walked over to the stationary cupboard, which was directly behind my slave, and searched for a couple of things that would be suitable for punishment. As I searched I decided to change the rules a little, "from now on you are not allowed to speak unless I ask you a direct question, nod if you understand me." I turned from the cupboard to see her nodding heartily. "Good," I said, you're starting to get the hang of this. Pretty soon I had found everything that I had been looking for. Making sure not to let my slave see what I was up to I removed the items from the cupboard and prepared a couple of them for more effective use. I took a couple of medium bulldog clips that I thought would make perfect nipple clamps and threaded about a foot of string between the two so that they would be connected to one another. I also found another bulldog clip which was even larger than the other two combined and carried considerable weight. This one I attached to the centre of the string, hoping its weight would help to reinforce the pain of the smaller clips. I walked up to my slave and kissed her gently on the neck. She hadn't heard me approach and seemed to be startled by my kiss; it was nothing compared with what was coming. Still standing behind her I reached my arms around her delicate frame and quickly applied the makeshift nipple clamps to each of her nipples. With each clamp she moaned through gritted teeth in pain, I revelled in her suffering, but it was far from over. With the larger clamp still in my hand the full weight of the device was not yet upon her, without any warning I dropped it. She moaned again, this time for longer and at a higher pitch, her face was bright red and small tears of agony trickled down her cheeks towards her aching nipples. Giving her no time to recover I returned to her front to look at my handiwork, it was exquisite. "I want you to jump up and down on the spot and don't stop until I tell you to." Her eyes widened at the sound of this order but now she knew only too well the pain that I could inflict upon her and she wasted no time in complying. With each jump her breasts jiggled vigorously up and down, the clamps began to pull on her nipples and with each downward motion of the large clamp she was overcome with immeasurable pain, almost falling to her knees the first time it occurred. I left her jumping for perhaps a full minute before I ordered her to stop. If I thought her face was red before then it was clear that it was nothing compared with how it looked now. Feeling a little sympathy for my victim I decided to remove the clamps. As I removed the first clamp she yelled out in pain, delighted by the effect I was having upon her I dropped the clamp and the full weight of it tugged the other abruptly from its resting place. She winced in pain as the blood returned to her nipples and the white globes soon flushed red with renewed agony. I was not about to let that be the end of this punishment. I had decided that I would really need to set an example immediately if I was to stop any future rebellion from my slave. Reaching round behind her I picked up a foot long plastic ruler that I had found in the cupboard. Immediately I began to land abrupt blows on her swollen breasts and nipples. Each blow forced Nathalie to let out a yelp of pain, but this only added to my enjoyment and I continued to rain blows heavily and with increased frequency upon her chest. Feeling my arm getting tired I decided to stop and I dropped the ruler to the floor where it clattered loudly to a bouncing halt. I waited for a moment, my eyes fixed intently upon my panting slave. She was sweating lightly and was catching her breath which had become rapid and broken by the exertions of my punishment. I raised my arm up to her right breast and tightly squeezed the throbbing, burning mound. "Is it hurting?" I asked with a malicious tone to my voice. "Y-Yes," she replied through gritted teeth, her countenance scrunched in pain. I loosened my grip and returned my arm to my side. "Have you had enough punishment? Or would you like some more?" I asked, allowing my tone a gentle air, despite my malevolent intentions. "P-Please, Sir, I've had enough." She whimpered. "I think you deserve a little more. As punishment for the way you behaved to all your employees for so long. Do you think that is fair?" She hung her head and managed to quietly affirm, "Yes master." "You really are a fast learner..." I said, like a teacher praising a child, "...I want you to count these ones out for me, if you can survive twenty without too much fuss then I'll call it a day as far as the punishments concerned. How does that sound." "Yes Sir, that sounds more than generous sir." "Don't you forget it; I'll let you repay me later." I picked the ruler back up and walked around to the back of my victim. With my spare hand I rubbed each lace-clad buttock gently before grabbing the bottom of each cheek and pulling her panties up as far as I could, I swear that for a split second she left the floor, letting out a little squeal as she did. With her buttocks mostly exposed I was ready to begin the next wave of punishment. I stopped for a moment to look at my slave, enjoying the sight of her hands clenching and then opening in anticipation of my blows. Without much further hesitation I landed a first blow with the ruler on her right buttock, "One," she said stiffly, using the count as an excuse to let off a response to the thrashing. I raised my arm and struck again, this time at the top of her right thigh, just below the buttock, "Two," she cried, more affected by this one than the last. I continued to strike her with varying force over both her buttocks and the top of her thighs. Her beautiful, smooth white skin soon became weathered by my beatings to a deep red hue. One blow had been so hard that the square outline of the plastic ruler was clearly visible, planted squarely across her right buttock. Despite the strength of each blow it was to Nathalie's credit that she had managed, totally without fail, to count every one of the twenty blows. Acknowledging that trust was perhaps one of the most important things a slave should feel towards her master I decided to stay true to my word and stop the beating. I returned to the couch and took a shot of vodka as my slave watched on obediently. I poured another glass and held it out towards her, she nodded, I beckoned her over and motioned for her to kneel on the floor before me. She quickly complied and I fed the shot of vodka into her sweet mouth, her being unable to do it herself as her hands were tied. Leaving my slave knelt on the floor in awaiting my next move I walked over to the water cooler and poured a cup of ice cold water. "Open your mouth," I ordered sternly. She immediately complied and I poured a splash of the water into her mouth to wash away the harsh sting of the vodka. Taking a sip of water for myself I looked over my slave, she was dappled with red and purple marks from my beating. I gave her another sip of water before placing the cup onto her desk and returning to the couch before her. "Now..." I said, a glint in my eye and a grin on my face, "...What are you going to do for me in return?" She paused for a moment, unsure as to what would happen next. "Anything that you want Sir..." she said obediently, "I am your slave." "That's true..." I agreed, "...but I would like to see a little initiative on your part. It's nice to see how a slave chooses to repay her debt, how would you like to repay me?" I awaited my reply safe in the knowledge that whatever choice she made it would be one that I would find agreeable. After a little consideration she made her decision. "I-I could give you a blowjob?" she ventured cautiously. As I was expecting her suggestion was very much to my liking and I quickly complied by unzipping my trousers and loosening my belt and pulling them into a heap around my ankles. Tapping the leather of the couch I signalled my slave to join me on it, and although she struggled to climb up steadily with her arms tied she promptly joined me on the soft brown leather. The enjoyment of the previous punishment had left my cock slightly engorged but it was not yet fully erect by any means. Nathalie stopped for a moment looking at it but not acting upon her suggestion. With a swift movement of my arm I grabbed a bunch of her hair and pulled her face down towards my crotch, holding it just above my waiting manhood, "I don't know what you're waiting for," I said scornfully before releasing my grip and leaning back slightly in my seat. Without further hesitation Nathalie began her task and commenced licking the length of my awakening cock. With her soft ministrations it was not long before I was fully erect and Nathalie was able to continue her work with vigour and gusto. Her soft, plump lips gently enveloped my throbbing shaft and with gentle movements of her head she was able to elicit a few moans from her appreciative master. To watch a woman, who a day before had been the bane of my existence, sucking dutifully on my shaft was such an amazing sight that I was totally transfixed. To see her doing all this with her wrists bound tightly and helplessly behind her back made the experience all the more arousing. As she continued I could feel that it would not be long before I reached my climax. Grabbing another clump of hair I began to modify the speed and depth of Nathalie's movements so that they suited me better. Without warning I began to force her mouth further and further down my shaft until eventually it was not her mouth that I was being pleasured by but her gagging throat. With each of her gags I revelled in the helpless sound of her voice trying to plead with me to be gentle and took great pleasure in the copious saliva that trailed from her mouth down my balls and onto the couch. Her face too, anguished and reddening, provided a sight that I knew I would find very hard to give up; but then, I wouldn't have to give it up. Finally I knew that the time had come and I raised Nathalie's head further up my shaft before exploding into her mouth. To her credit she was able to take all of it into her sweet little mouth without wasting a single drop. I pulled her head away from my shaft, "Swallow." I ordered, an expectant gaze directed towards her perfect orifice. She did so immediately, knowing all too well that failure would result in severe punishment. After spending several minutes to catch my breath and recover from an all-engulfing orgasm I looked back towards my slave. She was still obediently knelt beside me on the couch, awaiting my next order. I stood up and pulled my pants back on, doing up the belt carefully and keeping a watchful eye on my slave. Without warning I reached down towards her crotch, her panties still pulled harshly up her body. As my hand approached I could feel the warmth of her vagina, with just one touch I noted that she was drenched, she had enjoyed herself even if she hadn't wanted too. I untied her hands and collected my tie and jacket. "Tomorrow is casual Friday..." I said, "...wear something sexy for me, a short skirt, no panties; I want to see your legs. Tonight you are going to cancel any plans that you have for the weekend, we are going to spend it together. I know that you enjoyed yourself today- that pussy of yours gave the game away- but if you still think that you would like to betray yourself and not cooperate then you know what the penalty will be. I will see you tomorrow." I walked towards the door "goodbye slave." "Goodbye master..." she returned, "...thank you." I left without looking back and began to think up ways that I would enjoy the weekend ahead with my new toy. Life was good, and it was going to get even better.