1 comments/ 80470 views/ 10 favorites Controlling Sarah Ch. 01-11 By: JohnTagliaferro Notes from the authors: Sarah and Suki had the generalities of this story about two years before it was written. I read some erotic fiction somewhere of a secretary hypnotizing her boss into being more successful and promiscuous. The objective of the secretary controlling her boss was an influence on the Nancy character I invented for this. There was a "Nancy" villain in the original Suki Adult Romance series that shares some of the qualities of this one, but they are not the same characters This story was a true team effort. Aubrey Jones, one of my Twitter followers, stepped in to provide proofreading and editing assistance for the final edits. She chose not to submit comments for this section. This, and all of my fiction, is just that, fiction. None of these characters are based on anybody living or dead. None of the events are real. I do not advocate any illegal activity and nobody should emulate these characters. - John Tagliaferro The series of chats and emails dumped into John's inbox must have been a bear to go through. It was just as fun helping turn it into a story as it was chatting the original in AIM and seeing them put together in a story. This veers away from the original a lot and the reader should be thankful for that ;) - Sarah I love the way this project was organized. We all wrote different characters, characters far away from our nature, which was a challenge and a thrill and John pulled it all together. I was the character developer for his other two series. I guess Sarah and I were for this too. We supplied descriptions for 'Sarah', 'Nancy', 'Joe' and 'Edward'. Much of their dialogue survived the revisions. In the original chat, we were 'ourselves' online, in fantasy chat. Another person in the chat became 'Edward'. Could be fun if readers try to guess which character we wrote! - Suki 1. The Cuts Will Begin Immediately Most who worked in the corporate offices of SJE Enterprises knew the Senior Manager of Finance, Sarah J. Kneeler as a cool, young, calm, and intelligent manager. Her clear, fair skin and happy manner gave the impression that she was much younger than her peers, a frequent false assumption. The diplomas and awards on the walls of her office had the dates visible for anybody could do the math and 'discover' that Sarah was at least forty. Watching her pace across the small stage before delivering her instructions was a shock, even to those who knew her as an analyst. She never had to deliver such sweeping bad news before; the old management had vice presidents and above carry the news. Under the new regime, each tier of the hierarchy delivered the news to the level below, en masse. 'I should have worn a different suit. Black is so authoritarian and this belt looks like a five buckle waist cincher. This news is bad enough, I shouldn't be dressed so domineering,' Sarah thought in circles as the last of her group entered. She motioned to the ones in the back to close the doors, took a deep breath, and approached the podium. The calming effect of her slow exhale was erased by the sharp report of her spike heels, which did not help calm her audience either. "Group, we have some serious cuts coming and, as your manager and friend, am making every effort to alleviate the pain, especially to provide 'top cover' from the executives." She took another breath and a drink of water. For some reason, even her hair "hurt" pulled back tight into a bun. "Make no mistake, these initial cuts are only the beginning. We have the most efficient group in the corporation. However, corporate has made it clear than no group will go without cuts and that includes us. It begins with the administrative assistants. All of you assigned admins will counsel them today, their two-week layoff notices will be issued no later than next Friday. Review their evaluations and do whatever you can to help them find new homes. Managers, you only have a few days to learn what they were taking care of and all of those duties will be yours once they leave. Budget your time wisely!" Sarah continued through the details. 'At least I do not have to lay off analysts . . . yet,' she thought with measured relief as she neared the end. Sarah never minded speaking in front of groups, especially her team. That day, stepping off the podium was the biggest relief of her life. She walked smartly down the center aisle and choked back the urge to cry as two smiling interns opened the double doors for her. 'Do they always schedule my group meetings on the opposite end of the floor from my office just to ogle me?' Sarah thought as she strode by the "cube farm." Even those who would rather look away could not help notice how her tailored black suit framed her broad shoulders and narrow waist. The 5" heel of her pumps only added to the effect. Sarah gently closed her door, walked straight to her desk, and pulled a few tissues from the drawer just in time to catch the tears from the short cry she allowed herself. "At least I never wanted an assistant of my own. I don't have a right arm to fire." As she touched-up her light makeup, a message came across from the Director of Finance. Sarah was to make a home for one of the executive secretaries who needed to be retained. "Damn it! I don't want a secretary! If I were an executive, maybe, just maybe, I would need one, but I sure as hell don't need one as a senior manager!" Sarah grumbled to herself as she typed a polite response, respectfully declining the additional help. The DF replied immediately and Sarah was stunned. "Of all the secretaries in the world, I get Clarke against my will? I would rather do without junior managers than have that disruptive fool in my office! How she has remained here is beyond me. She is the gruffest, loudest, rudest . . . " Sarah's thoughts aloud were interrupted by a knock on her door. "Yes, come in." "Misses Kneeler, I'm just stopping by to let you know I am ready to start whenever you like. When may I move into my new office?" 'The the executive secretaries not assigned to an executive were supposed to be laid off too. This must be the result of some senior management deal and everybody else knew about it before me, no discussion. Let Sarah take her, she never complains . . .' she thought, then replied to Nancy, "Whenever the move team says that your workstation is ready, Miss Clarke." "Misses Kneeler, I go by Misses Clarke, never Miss and tech already has the workstation setup. The move team is ready whenever you say." Her smug tone turned to one of greater insolence as she noticed the single strand of antique pearls on Mrs. Kneeler's neck. Nancy, a product of working class Scotch-Irish stock from the American "rust belt," was sensitive to shows of class differences. Sarah tried to keep her groan at Nancy's insubordinate attitude to herself and then struck upon an idea. If she was stuck with Nancy, she needed to correct, or at least neutralize her disruptive manner and she needed a location advantage to lay down the law in the first discussion. "Nancy, how about having dinner tonight with my husband and I? If you do not have other plans, of course. Your spouse can join us," She hesitantly chose the neutral, not truly knowing if Misses Clarke was married to a man or a woman. "We would love to have you both." "Such a gracious boss! Of course, Joe and I would love to be your guests. What time do you have in mind Misses Kneeler?" "Oh, just take care of your move and come over any time. Here is the address. I will call Ed to have dinner ready by seven. I should be there by then. The boys can chat and watch the game after dinner while we share a drink or two and go over the particulars on how I like my office to run." "Very well Misses Kneeler. I used to manage the move team. They can take care of things. I have a few errands to take care of, along with anything you need, of course." "Nothing for me. See you tonight." Before Nancy closed the door, she was yelling profanities at the move team, along with anybody else who happened by. Her grating voice only added to the irritation. Sarah always thought Nancy sounded like a frog with gravel in its throat and a bad smoking habit. This was the first time she experienced the full volume. She wrote a note to herself to bring up the profanity and manner after dinner. She also noted to herself not to mention spotting Nancy in the occasional kink or swinger's clubs and thanked God Nancy had never spotted her in one. 2. Mister Kneeler, House Husband "Ed, my new secretary and her husband are joining us for dinner. Have a ham and trimmings ready by seven, do everything up nice and the outfit on your schedule for today will be fine." "Yes, Ma'am. Will you be arriving with them?" "I don't know, Pet. They may arrive before me so be a darling and entertain them in that situation." Sarah hung up the phone without listening for a reply. Edward was the bright, very young engineer at another firm when they met right after Sarah earned her PhD. He was neat, even in his own home, polite, proper, and brilliant. Sarah was a single mother and saw Ed as a potential energetic life partner, as well as father figure and mentor to her daughter, Suzanne. Those ideas fell apart when the extent of his submissiveness emerged. She could not stand having a submissive lover, at least one who was more submissive than her. Over the years, it consumed him and completely changed their relationship. Instead of husband and stepfather, he slowly became chauffer/butler/babysitter and tutor, until Suzanne went off to school and Sarah's unwanted advantage grew greater. He still attended to all the household duties with an almost psychic ability to anticipate what Sarah wanted. Besides household chores, he facilitated Sarah's 'social' schedule and cleaned up after. At least, that is how Sarah remembered things. Just after four o'clock, as he was putting everything into the ovens to cook, Ed heard the doorbell. "Who can that be? We are not expecting any deliveries." He checked the monitor to see a small framed woman with a great "tight" figure. She turned to face the camera and the impression changed dramatically. Her wrinkled face suggested that she was perhaps fifty or sixty. The effect on her neck-length hair was dramatic; from the back her hair appeared platinum blonde, but combined with her face, it was most definitely white. She wore a tight golden satin blouse, tight black skirt, sheer black stockings, and tall black pumps. Everything was simple, from the gold ankle chain to the gold chain necklace, watch, and bracelet. Ed opted to answer through the intercom, "May I help you miss?" "Mister Kneeler? I'm Misses Clarke, your wife's new secretary." Greeting one of her guests through the intercom sent Ed into a panic. He almost dropped the pan of potatoes before slamming them into the oven and punching the cook program. He ran through the house to the front door. "Misses Clarke, I must apologize, I was not expecting anybody for a few hours." Nancy was surprised with the frail, sniveling brown-haired creature not much taller than herself that greeted her, holding an apron, wearing a custom-tailored teal button-down, khakis, and loafers. Even his watch was of a feminine preppy style. She was expecting Mister Kneeler to be something more like an executive or entrepreneur who just enjoyed the kitchen, maybe even worked from home, but still big and powerful, like her husband Joe. She did not even have to think about how to work this into her plan, it fit all too well. "Thank you for the apology. When a woman says 'any time' to come by her house, I take her at her word. Show me around." "Yes, yes of course Misses Clarke," Ed said as he watched Nancy strut through the foyer, pull out a cigarette and drop her purse on the lamp table. "Misses Clarke, we don't . . . Um, we do not smoke in the house . . ." "Light me," she said with her gruff voice in full growl, and turned her head barely enough to see him from the corner of her eye. The timid Edward obeyed, took the glittery butane lighter from her hand, and nervously flicked it three times before getting a flame. 'More good signs,' she thought. 'Doesn't take much to control this one.' As soon as Nancy pulled a puff, she walked toward the stairs as Ed stared, hypnotized at her strut. The skirt must not be as cheap as it looked at first glance, it was tailored perfectly for her excellent ass. "Come, boy, what are you waiting for?" "Yes, of course Misses Clarke. I just need to find an ashtray or plate . . ." "Nonsense, your hands will do, if you are quick," she said as she flicked an ash onto the white carpet. "Misses Clarke!" "Hurry, before I do it again," she growled. Ed hurried to catch up with Nancy and escorted her up the stairs, holding his hands out whenever Nancy was ready to deposit another ash. If the Woman of the House saw that ash, he would be in for a severe punishment. She was not the worst of Sarah's guests, it had just been a while since one of them arrived with such an attitude. "This is her office. It is always locked unless she is using it." "Unlock it." "Misses Clarke, I am sorry, but even I do not have a key to that room. The rest of the home, yes, but not to there." "Very well. What is that room across the hall?" "The guest room." "Really now. Does she have many guests overnight? Over the weekend?" "Oh yes, quite often . . . " his voice trailed off as if he had already fallen for a trick. The look of shame on his face betrayed him even more. "Show me." He escorted her across the hall to the guest room, catching her ashes along the way. She was impressed at his ability to catch the ashes even when she tried to catch him off guard. Apparently, Sarah had trained him better than any houseboy submissive Nancy had encountered. She did not merely look at the room; it was more like an inspection. Simply furnished, a wedding picture of him and Sarah next to one of the daughter on the nightstand, neatly made bed, men's clothes, of his size and style, neatly hung in the closet. "You are the guest in this house, little Eddie, aren't you. Do you take me for some fool? I really do not like being taken for a fool. Misses Kneeler and I have been at the same firm for years and run in some of the same circles. Don't you think I know what she really is by now?" "I am sorry, Misses Clarke," he stammered, "she never mentioned you before. I was only told to make dinner and entertain you and your husband until she arrives." She approached him confidently, cigarette butt extended in her hand. "Get rid of this and show me where the guests stay with her for real. I was picked to be her executive secretary for a reason and you are going to start cooperating. Oh, yes, you are already entertaining me. Let's see if it can become enjoyable instead of a chore?" Edward took the cigarette and flushed it down the toilet in his room. 'His' small bathroom had nothing but a toilet and sink, no shower or tub. Everything was sparkling clean and neat, the way he kept the entire house. After washing his hands, he escorted Nancy down the hall towards the door at the end. He fumbled with a set of keys to unlock it. "Congratulations on your new position with Sarah, Misses Clarke, I did not know that she had been promoted to executive. Sorry for being so in the dark about things . . ." "She is not an executive, yet, she should have been years ago. She will be soon and you will help me. Understand? You can stop with any deception. How did you expect to explain having to unlock the master bedroom and convince anybody that you are nothing more than her cuckold?" "I . . . I don't know. I never had to explain it before." "So, everybody you have given the tour to knows now?" "No, I mean I have never done this before. The Woman of the House does that and she never shows the upstairs if it is a visit from coworkers, or just dinner." "From now on, whenever she tells you that others will be in the house, you get the doors unlocked and look like you are her man, unless instructed otherwise. Understand?" "Yes Misses Clarke," he said as he unlocked the door. In a striking difference from the contemporary decor of the rest of the house, the bedroom theme was vibrant and classic. The wall-coverings of the giant bedroom were of fine red cloth with a gold foliage pattern. Polished hardwood floors and a higher ceiling than the rest of the rooms on the floor gave a slight echo to Nancy's shoes. In the center, a giant canopy bed, much larger than king-size, with heavy wooden posts sat atop a beautiful Persian rug. Large plush pillows, silk sheets, velvet blankets. An ornate, heavy cherry dresser opposite the bed, large wardrobe, nightstands with polished brass hardware. Assorted chairs, all very well made. Even the simple, armless straight back chair was sturdy, with heavy dowels forming the back. Of the many bedrooms she had seen, this was one of the most beautiful. It took her a while before noticing the additional functionality of the furniture. Every corner of the bed, dresser, and nightstands, had a strong, recessed brass ring with a brass backing attached. The bolts went all the way through to the other side of the post, or rail, with a nut securing it through another brass plate. Other anchors were spaced evenly in-between. This setup could hold anything short of a massive wild beast. "Beautiful room. Show me the rest." Ed turned to show Suzanne's room and Nancy barked, "The rest of this room." "But Miss, the rest of her room is private . . ." "Show me." Edward opened the ornate wooden doors on the far side of the room. Doors he had not touched in years. They opened to a 'closet' as big as a regular bedroom. Rack upon rack of business wear that Nancy had remembered seeing Sarah wear at SJE, some she had never seen, along with rows and rows of beautiful shoes and boots, a few with 3" heels, the rest progressively taller. In the back, there were other things. Costumes, toys, playthings, and fetishwear. She walked to the back, reached out, examined, and fondled the 'play' sets. She sniffed one of the gas masks, and a few other items. "Eddie, some of these things, like the gas masks, look more like your size than hers. Are they for you?" Ed stuttered answering the question, "No, I have never worn any of these things." "Eddie, who wears them?" "Misses Clarke, I really do not know. When she is with others, they spend their time privately. I rarely get to see." "Eddie, when was the last time you were allowed to play?" "Um, Misses Clarke, I really do not know if I would be allowed to answer that, even if I could remember and I truly cannot remember." "Eddie, when was the last time you got off? The last time you ejaculated?" "That was this morning, Ma'am." Nancy noticed his transition into calling her 'Ma'am', another good sign; he was surrendering control to her. "Do you need permission from Misses Kneeler for that?" "Yes, Ma'am. In this case, it was pre-approved permission. The Woman of the House was happy with the outfit I picked for her and the way she looked after I dressed her and did her makeup. If she says she is happy with her outfit I have permission," he said with a satisfied smile. He did not even notice that he was obeying her as if she was introduced to him as someone to obey. "Who picks your clothes?" "The Woman of the House, Ma'am. They are on my schedule. She gives me changes when her plans change." "How often is she pleased with what you pick for her?" "Most always, Ma'am." "Good, something useful for me too. Now, show me the other bedroom." On command, he escorted Nancy to Suzanne's room. "Are those pictures of your daughter and wife?" Nancy asked, looking at the 'wall of Suzanne', multiple electronic picture frames showing mother and daughter at every sort of activity with accompanying medals, ribbons, and certificates. Ed was missing from them. Controlling Sarah Ch. 01-11 "Ma'am, she is not my daughter, but I reared her while the Woman of the House advanced her career." "Oh, I see," Nancy said with her smug tone returning. "She is beautiful, almost a clone of her mother, just not quite as tall." "Yes Ma'am, even more athletic than the Woman of the House and brilliant too. She is a pleasure to tutor." "I can see where she could be a temptation, since you two are not really related to each other." "No Ma'am, not at all. I have never had thoughts . . ." "Shush, I told you about treating me like a fool. Do it again and that wife of yours will be sorry, understand?" "Ma'am, please don't hurt her because of my mistakes? I truly think of Suzanne as a daughter, not a romantic partner." "What about a fuckbuddy?" "No! Never, I swear!" Nancy read his expression as one of both fear and honesty, and then grudgingly accepted his answer without adding another punishment for Sarah in her mental tally. "Well, I am sure Miss Sarah's long weekend orgy guests look at her that way. It is impossible not to." Edward did not comment as he followed her back to the master bedroom. He had overheard comments from Sarah's lovers like that. Sometimes Sarah would stop play for the night over the comments and it was rare for those guests to return. Other times, she stayed angry for days over them. "Edward, get that straight-back wooden chair and place it at the foot of the bed." "Yes Misses Clarke," he said and did it with a bit of a struggle. "How do you turn on the intercoms so we can hear all of the downstairs up here in this room?" "Just enter a '1' in the keypad, Ma'am, it will feed the whole first floor. The monitors are set the same way if you want visual." "Good boy, now do that, just for sound, and sit in the chair." Edward complied to-the-letter. Nancy approached; she gently kissed and aroused him. It had been so long since he had any romantic contact that he ejaculated in his pants almost immediately. "Oh, so you find me an attractive woman?" Nancy said with a smile as she rubbed Ed's chest through his shirt. To her surprise, his chest was firm, he just had a small frame. "Oh yes, Misses Clarke, you are pretty and sensual . . ." He stopped in mid sentence. The simplest of affection by a wrinkled old woman twice his age with a whiskey and cigarette voice made him cum explosively and without permission. His wife could kick him out as soon as he reported it. He had not worked for years; he could be living in a box in days . . . Nancy saw the terror in his eyes and spoke softly, "Oh, you didn't have permission for that from her, did you?" Her throaty tone somehow sounded sexy to him, causing him to squirt in his pants again. "No, no Ma'am, I didn't . . ." "That's okay baby, I give you permission," she said before swirling her tongue gently in his mouth. "But . . . but Misses Clarke . . . she did not give me permission . . . herself . . ." His voice trailed off in shame. "She told you to entertain me, yes?" "Yes, Ma'am," he stammered. "Then it must be okay. It brought you into good report territory." Nancy, like many women her age and especially of her lifestyle, had a fancy for younger men and took the opportunity to arouse him more, slip his khakis down, pull her panties aside, and straddle him to make love. Her comment about a 'report' stuck in Edward's head. The dominants said that often, but he had never seen the contents of a 'report' yet. "Misses Clarke, you are so t-tight inside," he whispered in surprise. She felt like his first time with a teenager. Nancy too felt like she was getting a teenage virile virgin as she played his emotions and body for her pleasure and allowed him to think it was his reward. For another reward, a deep, passionate kiss, not like the little ones earlier, the first like that for him in years. His pent up passion and emotion poured out from him, she could feel what little power he had left as it pumped into her with every explosive shot. It made her feel like a woman who still 'had it' and could easily seduce a man half her age. She did not even have to unbutton her blouse and he was crying in joy beneath her, thanking her profusely. "Eddie, you stay right here in the chair. I am going down to greet your Mistress, understand?" Ed gulped, "Yes, Ma'am. I . . . I am probably in the deepest trouble . . ." "Eddie, you did as told. Nobody will not hurt you unless I allow it. I will keep an eye on the ovens too, we don't want anything ruined. Everybody will be very hungry by dinner. Now, listen carefully for a list of things to have ready up here by the time she arrives." With that, Nancy left him, and then he heard her harsh voice barking orders to him through the first floor intercom. Ed obeyed and entered the closet to gather gear and prepare it. Nancy started with a quick survey of the house and then moved on to snooping into every corner as she shouted orders to Ed. She examined the living room, kitchen, and den monitors. An interesting feature only the den monitor had, all of the family cars could be tracked from there. The new Mercedes was still in the garage of SJE Enterprises, the van was in the garage and the Porsche was in Boston. Nancy thought to herself, 'so, their hot little bitch daughter is going to a fancy Boston school like Joe's son. Even better . . .' She figured out how to have the system alert her when Sarah's car moved, then settled in to watch some erotica from Sarah's playlist while figuring out the whole-house recording system. Interesting, she thought, the common theme was blondes in various levels of submission. The most 'mild' was a young blonde seduced by a coworker and it had the most views. The majority were intense bondage and rape themes, every one with a beautiful blonde as the victim. She made one call to her husband and told him to be ready by eight o'clock, asking he wait outside until she called him in. 3. The Day that may never end Sarah finally noticed it was after six PM. "I hope this is not a mistake having that shrew in my house for dinner. No telling what that husband of hers is like. Oh well, let's get this insanity over with. By the time she leaves, she will know how to behave in my office." As soon as Sarah opened the door to her sporty white Mercedes, Nancy got an alert. It updated continuously, showing her a map of Sarah's curious route home. It was not a direct path back home, that might have taken fifteen minutes. It meandered with one stop at a low-key private club. In a web browser, Nancy connected to a nearby internet camera and watched Sarah check her hair, touch up her makeup, and enter the club. It had an interesting set of rules that served as effective filters for the clientele. Only female submissives and male dominants could join. The dominants donned masks before entering, the submissives were never masked and the submissives selected the dominants, never the other way around. Nancy watched some more erotica until she was alerted that Sarah had deactivated her car alarm and watched her smiling boss get in and resume her drive home. She turned off the monitor and returned the den to the state she found it when she saw Sarah was close. Nancy went to the kitchen to open the ovens as they finished their cycles and took a seat in the kitchen. Something else that was odd, the seat at the head of the table was taller and older than the others. Not plush or padded, just taller, with intricate woodwork. She chose that one to sit in and greet her hostess, legs crossed and heels propped on the table. When Sarah arrived home, she noticed the filthy, small, champagne Honda parked in the driveway, blocking the right side of the garage where she always parks. "That damn little bitch! She even fucks up parking in my driveway. It isn't even seven and they are here. Shit, this idiot is going to be impossible." Instead of entering her usual way through the garage, she had to use the front door. Edward must have been busy with the guests, as he did not come out to carry her purse and gym bag. "Edward, your lovely wife is coming in. You stay quiet as a mouse up there while the Women discuss things. Understand? I trust you have everything ready as I instructed, or someone will regret it and know it is your fault." Nancy discreetly checked the bedroom from the monitor in the kitchen. The toys she ordered Edward to setup were arranged properly and the naked Edward sat ready for his ankles to be locked to the legs of the chair on command, another set of police cuffs lay on the floor behind him and she turned off the monitor. Ed knew not to answer, but bobbed his head 'yes' anyway. A deep blush came across his naked body as he sat in the chair, staring at the bed and he began getting an erection that he could not suppress. It was agonizing as soon as he heard the voice of the Woman of the House. Sarah grumbled as she entered the foyer, under her breath she said "bitch" again as she shoved Nancy's purse from her spot on the table, and then dropped her gym bag down a hidden chute to the laundry room for Edward to take care of later. 'That woman always smells like she showered in Chanel No. 5,' Sarah thought as she followed her nose to the kitchen. "Well, Miss Nancy, glad to see you are making yourself at home in my kitchen. Is my darling husband entertaining you and your Joe?" "Misses Kneeler, that is not a very welcoming tone," Nancy said without moving a muscle. She did not even turn her head to look at Sarah as she spoke. "Oh yea? You should know. We need to get a few ground rules straight that apply everywhere. In my house and especially in my office. Where is Ed?" 'Quite a departure from her little miss sunshine manner at the office. Let's see which Miss Sarah is real,' Nancy thought. "I sent him upstairs to take care of a few things," she said as she slowly lowered her short but shapely legs to the bottom rung of the chair, then to the floor. She walked to Sarah with a fierce look in her eyes, "and, yes, we do need to get a few things straight." "Nancy, this was a bad idea. We need to just continue this in the office on Monday with a formal counseling," Sarah said as she looked away from Nancy. "That is Misses Clarke, Misses Kneeler. You are to call me Misses Clarke from now on and you will never let anybody at the office call you anything but Misses Kneeler from now on." Sarah was poised to lash out at Nancy, but the last bit made some sense. It was the first intelligent thing she had heard from the woman in over ten years. "You are what, forty years old now and still just a manager? The only PhD in the corporation who is not an executive?" Sarah was surprised at Nancy actually guessing close to her age, instead of a much younger guess. "Forty-two and my turn will come. You are what, seventy and still a secretary?" As Sarah spoke, Nancy walked slowly behind Sarah, looked up and down as if she was admiring the expensively outfit. At 5' 9" atop 5" heels, Sarah towered over Nancy and did not flinch as Nancy touched the single strand of pearls at the back of her neck. "These are lovely. A gift from your boy?" "No touching. He is my husband and they belonged to my great grandmother in Germany. They go to the eldest woman of each generation and my daughter will have them when she bears a child." "How quaint, generations and generations of privilege!" Nancy's voice dripped with envy as she slipped her finger under the strand and twisted her hand, pulling them tight. "Now, behave and listen." "Hey! Let go, they are delicate!" Sarah tried to swing behind her at Nancy, but Nancy just twisted them tighter. "Edward, come to the kitchen!" Sarah cried out. In the bedroom, Ed heard the women through the intercom and wanted to turn on a monitor to see, but he knew that the monitors would not respond to his voice. Instead of getting up, he cowered. 'My wife, the love of my life, and I cannot help her. I should be protecting her . . . ' his confused thoughts emasculated him even more. Those were the thoughts he played in his head when she let him hear her with others, usually while locked in his room. After years of trying to please The Woman of the House, years of hearing and watching her with other lovers, years of hearing her scream out in pain or pleasure that was never to be interrupted, years of dressing her and wearing what he was told, he was powerless when another assertive woman told him what to do. "He is staying right where he is. He knows what's good for you, even if you don't . . . yet." "Nancy, let go of the pearls!" Sarah coughed, choking as they pressed her throat tighter. "Let go! They will break . . ." "And if they do, you will be smashing them into dust with those expensive pumps. If you don't think I can make you do that, just try me." Nancy eased her grip slightly, letting her captive breathe and watched her arms relax. "Now, get that jacket off." "What?" Nancy slapped Sarah across the face and held back just enough not to leave a mark. "You heard me, now do it!" Sarah unbuckled the belt from the back and let it fall to the floor with a thud. Just as Nancy thought, it was well tooled, supple, and expensive. Sarah slowly unbuttoned the jacket with trembling hands and slipped it off, letting it fall behind her to reveal the black silk blouse beneath it. This 'little old woman' was skilled and surprisingly strong. If she fought, the family pearls would be no more. Sarah wondered why she was submitting so readily. 'Had she been drugged?' She wondered again, 'why didn't Edward come down? What has Nancy done to him? He must be bound and gagged, or worse. Was Nancy as crazy as most at work thought?' In a flash, feelings of concern for Ed came over her, feelings she could not remember when she had last. She was lost in her thoughts as Nancy pulled Sarah's silk top out of her skirt, over her head, down her arms and began to tie her wrists with it. A rush flowed through Sarah; the involuntary mini-orgasm gave her the clue she needed as to "why." Her own endorphin release was the drug. Nancy noticed the early stages of arousal in Sarah much earlier and had spotted her as a submissive long ago. She could not help but fondle the perfect milky skin of Sarah's toned arms and firm breasts. Sarah struggled and protested at every touch that only resulted in more taunting touches. With her sheer black lace bra exposed and wrists bound behind her, Sarah looked like a glam-bondage movie star. Nancy watched Sarah's feet as she pushed and pulled her around. Her new boss almost pranced like a walking horse. "See? I knew you were into it. More responsive than I imagined. You have permission to cum for me, but nobody else, got it?" "Nancy . . ." Sarah said and stopped, just as Nancy slapped her other cheek in correction. "Misses Clarke, what is going on? What do you want? This is kidnapping and rape now . . ." "Oh bullshit. You do more than this on lunch breaks in the kink club down the street from the office that's supposed to be some big secret. I can even see fresh bruises on your back." Nancy pressed her thumb into one and Sarah moaned instead of yelping. "If you were doing this in the board room instead of here and private club rooms, you would be a real boss now," Nancy said as she jerked the pearl encrusted pins from Sarah's bun and let her hair fall as a ponytail down her back. "What on earth do you mean? I am not going to be your kinky fantasy. You are my secretary that is all." After speaking, Nancy's words caught up with Sarah after her outburst. How could Nancy know about her once-per-week lunch encounters? Sarah went to great lengths to keep them private. "Stop treating me like a fool and inferior! I can barely smell a thing but I can smell your wetness right now." Sarah knew that must be right, her sheer lace panties were already soaked. "You need to learn a few things and I am here to teach you. I can see you are getting into it, just let go and it will be easier. I already have enough on you to make you, your husband, and daughter very sorry if you don't behave. You wouldn't want the word to get out and still go through your initiation, would you? I will be an executive secretary again, for the CEO, with or without you!" Her objective was to get promoted? That could not be it. Nobody could be that crazy. Sarah tried to keep her voice calm. She suspected this was not an empty threat and Nancy had to have used something on Edward to keep him upstairs, but she did not know what. Nancy was already using her own body against her; the waves of arousal were growing more intense, more frequent. She tried to do her best impression of the hostage negotiators she had seen in the movies. "Nan . . . Misses Clarke, he wanted to fire you. I put in a good word for you and he made you the move team manager . . . this isn't play . . . it is rape. I do not consent . . ." Sarah was rapidly losing her ability to reason. Nancy did not let Sarah finish. "Listen you educated idiot, I was not talking about working for him, I was talking about working for you or whomever replaces you if you don't behave," she said as she fed Sarah's ponytail under her bound hands and yanked it up, forcing Sarah to moan again and bend at the waist. "And for your fucking information, I am only sixty. I taught a few of your Dominants too." Sarah thought, 'That was thst comment for? That's nothing today, no big deal like the 1950s or anything. D/s play is pretty common now. It is no longer a defense for kidnappers and rapists preying on people who were into it either.' Nancy walked them both back to the 'throne' at the kitchen table. "Step higher, Misses Kneeler!" Sarah followed the command without thinking, bringing her knees higher for each short step. With one hand, Nancy hiked her skirt up to her hips while keeping a tight grip on Sarah's hair with the other. "Nancy, please, I do not want to . . ." Nancy yanked Sarah's face into her crotch and then wrapped her legs around Sarah's head, squeezing tight, smothering her. "Misses Clarke, get it right. I know that taste and smell is familiar to you, maybe not his specifically. You said 'please' and applied it wrong. Please me and I will piss in a porcelain toilet instead of your mouth." Sarah wondered why Nancy mentioned the taste and smell, and the threat sent another wave through her. She could taste and smell the cum of some random man on her and was not surprised at all. Rumor at work had it that Nancy played behind any locked door with anybody who would have her. Already emotionally drained and feeling another orgasmic wave building right behind the last, Sarah resigned herself at that point to cooperate and hoped that she and Ed would come through this intact, able to report the invasion to the authorities and be rid of 'Misses Clarke' for good. "Just as I thought. You don't even recognize the cum of your own husband. He is a good fuck, even as out of practice as you let him get. I think it is a waste, but he is your boy. Hum, maybe I should add a lesson on how to care for your own property, since you have gotten so lazy about it with him taking care of everything around here. Taking care of everything but you it seems. Don't you think that is a good idea?" Nancy jerked Sarah's head up and down as she loosened the grip of her legs and Sarah licked. "First right answer so far. Now, give me a good orgasm so we can get upstairs and see your boy." She lit a cigarette and flicked the ashes on the fine Italian tile floor. Sarah's mind raced, 'Of all the trash for him to get off with, he had to pick her? No way she picked him. He was a charmer back-in-the-day, not the way he is now. Did she get the idea that I was willing just because he was?' Sarah relaxed and shooed the thoughts of her husband fucking this woman out of her head to concentrate on licking up and down between her lips and then she quickly licked the swollen clit. Nancy's squirming and moaning gave Sarah hope that this might be over soon. Listening upstairs, Ed could not help a spontaneous orgasm that left a small rope of semen on his tummy. Controlling Sarah Ch. 01-11 4. Let's Work Up An Appetite With a firm grip on Sarah's ponytail, still under her tied wrists, Nancy walked her from the kitchen to the stairs and up to the hallway. "Prance higher, Misses Kneeler," Nancy taunted. She dismissed the idea of making Sarah crawl, Edward needed to keep seeing Sarah as his Domme and Nancy as her superior. As they passed Suzanne's room, Nancy whispered in a harsh voice, "You order him to obey me as soon as you see him, give him the usual proper praise for entertaining and pleasing me too. Understand?" They turned and entered the master bedroom. When Sarah hesitated with her command as they entered, Nancy called out "ten" and Ed echoed it. Neither Edward nor Sarah knew at that moment exactly what the count represented, but they both knew it was associated with a punishment. It was a common a method in the Domination/submission community. "Oh, look Misses Kneeler, your husband has a little mess on his tummy. Someone needs to clean it up, ain't gonna be me," she said with a laugh as she pulled Sarah's hair and forced her to her knees next to Edward. Sarah looked up at Edward with apologetic eyes before touching him. Then she announced, "Pet, you are to obey everything Misses Clarke commands as if it were me. She reports that you were a very good boy when you entertained her while awaiting my arrival." Edward suppressed his reflexive reaction of glee to her praise of his host performance. It was his first time hearing the contents of a 'report' too. He responded, "Yes, Woman of the House, thank you so much for allowing me to please you." Then, Sarah obediently began licking and cleaning her husband's tummy, she slowly worked her way all the way down to his flaccid cock. Edward could not believe she was actually touching him in that way. It was like a dream to him, he thought that all of his obedience was finally being rewarded as she had promised for years. Today was the "someday" that he had been waiting for, the day he gets to play as a couple. As soon as she took his head in her mouth, what little ejaculate he had left shot to the back of her throat. He wanted to be hard for her, to please her like her other lovers did, but his excited nervousness spoiled his moment to shine. Sarah could smell and taste Nancy on him; it confirmed what Nancy had already told her. She could tell he was excited, but Nancy had drained him nearly dry. He was so animated, even while sitting obediently in the chair. 'Those cuffs are dangling free, his ankles are not even restrained! What could she be blackmailing him with? Was it just the sex?' she thought. It was the first time in years that she had done anything sexual with him and he was still soft. Sarah began to feel regret for the way she had treated her husband over the years. If only she had done things different, maybe they would not be in this situation. That was a crazy thought; nothing she had done to him brought this on. Still, she was the one who invited Nancy over and told him to "entertain" her. Of all the women she had over, why did it have to be Nancy who picked him? The occasional man she could understand. Nancy was a puzzle in yet another way. "Eddie, pet, be a dear and take off the skirt of the Woman of the House?" Hearing the private title of his Mistress took him by brief surprise. How would she know that? Then he remembered calling her that in Nancy's presence several times, even though he should not have before being told by Sarah that she was a playmate. He unzipped the skirt and gently slipped it to the floor as she stepped out of it. He could see what he already knew, traces of dried cum on her perfect skin and more on her stocking tops. It was Friday, one of her "date nights." He wanted to touch her, but did not have permission from either for that yet, so he behaved as trained, arms at his sides. "Eddie, be a dear again and undress me too?" He unbuttoned Nancy's cuffs, and then the front, as he got hard again in the mouth of his Mistress. Sarah noticed and could not believe that this 'shriveled old woman' was arousing him more than she was herself. Nancy had the feeling that she already gained an advantage over Sarah for Edward and she ordered Edward to undo the front clasp of her satin bra and brought a perfect, firm C-cup breast to his lips to prove it. Perfect, with the help of the best cosmetic surgeon in the area. Nancy ordered Sarah to "eat my pussy like the pro you are" while she fed Edward an erect nipple. In short order, Nancy had a huge orgasm and Sarah could tell Edward helped. Edward came with her and was rewarded with a kiss from Nancy and another cleaning from Sarah, who wondered, 'Is this woman stealing my life as well as my husband? What could she be up to beyond a kinky night of rape and possible slavery play? That story about new jobs has to be a distraction.' "You two are beginning to learn," Nancy purred. "Misses Kneeler, time to get on the bed, face down," Nancy announced in a singsong voice. Sarah left her husband, got up and walked to the edge of the bed, teetering slightly already feeling weary from the experience. In play, this would not even count as a warm-up. This was real. Her wrists still bound in black silk, she was barely able to get a knee up on the tall bed to climb on. Sarah could tell that Nancy was experiencing fiendish delight in her awkwardness. She crawled on her knees to the center and fell over face first. As soon as she fell, Edward removed her panties, spread her legs, and secured her ankles in the locking leather cuffs, each attached to the foot-post anchors by strong chain that he prepared from Nancy's earlier order. Nancy petted Sarah. "Relax, baby, we need to put these someplace safe," she said as she opened the clasp to Sarah's pearls. Sarah cried, "Please, please don't." Her face sunk into the bed as she sobbed. Nancy placed them on nightstand, continued to pet and stroke Sarah and said, "Just relax, I am being careful with them, that's all. Nothing will happen to them if you behave, I promise. Stop crying and start pleasing." She made a cell call and told someone, "Whenever you are ready, second floor." From his earlier instruction from Nancy, Edward leaned forward and began licking Sarah's sheer nude thigh-high stockings clean. He worked his way up to her ass and bare pussy. In times past, this was merely a ritual Sarah wanted from him, but this time it was a connection to her husband. One of the fleeting connections to freedom that she had left with him. It gave her a mini orgasm and she hoped that he noticed as she moaned. He heard it and was shocked; she had not done that from his touch in years. Nancy heard it too. "Misses Kneeler, you did not ask permission." The announcement only made Sarah wetter, which, in turn, encouraged Edward more. Was he always this good with his mouth? Sarah felt another building. "Misses Clarke, may I?" "Ten," Nancy announced and Ed echoed, "Twenty" as he licked and sucked, Sarah's hips rocked. "Please, Misses Clarke, please?" "Yes, you may cum for Edward." Sarah erupted into a long moan as soon as she heard "yes." She did not need any encouragement to lick Nancy as her secretary sat on the bed in front of her, jerked her head up by the hair, slid under Sarah's face, and put on a sensual leg and heel show for Edward behind Sarah's back, rubbing them down to Sarah's ass. The combination of being allowed to lick his wife and seeing Nancy's sexy legs and shoes were keeping him hard beyond his imagination and he had no hope of holding back an orgasm if his body caught back up. At the edge of another orgasm, Nancy jerked Sarah's head from her crotch. "Sir Joe, welcome to the Kneeler home!" Nancy greeted her husband and got off the bed. Joe was a massive man, over 6' 4" tall, black wavy hair, dark olive skin and huge hands. He was like a human mountain as he entered the bedroom wearing a long black leather duster, red and black checkered flannel shirt, overalls, and cowboy boots. To Sarah, he looked like a farmer going to Church, a hot farmer, but a common worker nonetheless. Ed noted the shirt looked custom, the boots hand-tooled. Joe took off his cowboy hat, placed it crown down on the nightstand, and laid his big cigar in the polished brass incense tray, the first thing to smolder in it, ever. Nancy took his coat as Joe patted her ass and took a deep kiss from her, and then hung the duster in the walk-in closet over one of Sarah's suits as Joe had Ed undress him and orally "fluff" him to full erection. The personalized label in the shirt and overalls confirmed for Ed that they were tailor-made. Joe was toned, cut and as soon as he was hard, he appeared to have powerful muscles everywhere. Nancy returned during the fluffing and whispered to Sarah to beg Joe to fuck her. "Sir Joe, will you please fuck me?" Sarah said in a disappointingly unconvincing manner. Her body wanted him, she was very wet again, but her mind just wanted it to be over. As soon as she finished speaking, Nancy shoved a huge red ballgag in Sarah's mouth, secured the attached black leather head harness and built-in blindfold, and then left her side. Her eyes began to water, her jaw fully extended. Nancy mounted Ed's lap and debated giving him a pill from Joe's overalls, but he was hard again on his own. "Yea baby, a good live cock is better than a dildo any day!" Sarah screamed into the gag as Joe plunged into her. It felt like he was ripping her ass open. No prep, no lube, nothing but his huge rock-hard cock and a bit of Ed's saliva, attacking her toned, firm ass. She screamed "red" as if a safeword would stop anything, it made Joe laugh. He lifted her bound arms and sent pain through her shoulders, she screamed again and he laughed, thrusting harder. Joe was an ass man. The first thing that attracted him to Nancy was her perfect ass, something she still had at sixty years old. Nancy's face was not bad when they met, but the tanning salons and summers in the sun had taken their toll. Sarah's ass was already a new favorite. By the time Joe filled Sarah's bowels with his hot cum, Sarah was reduced to an exhausted kitten without even a purr. She was satisfied against her will. "Sir Joe, looks like your little bitch in heat can't keep up," Nancy said as she looked over her shoulder, then turned back to moan into Edward's mouth. Nancy continued to ride Ed until he subsided, squeezed his cock inside her in a way he never felt before, and then had him clean her and Joe with his mouth. They repositioned Sarah next to Ed, standing with her ankles shackled together, head harness and ballgag removed. "Thank you Mistress," Sarah said as she worked her aching jaw. Nancy slapped Sarah hard, "Misses Clarke! You need to learn this before we are back in the office on Monday! Now, you two clean each other silently, mouths only. Misses Kneeler, an invitation for Sir Joe and I to use your shower would be nice. What kind of shoddy hostess are you anyway?" Sarah cleared her throat, "Misses Clarke, would you and Sir Joe like to use my shower? I am sure it will be to your liking." "That was a little better, Misses Kneeler," she said as she followed her husband to the master bath. 5. Bad Kittens Sarah wondered what happened to her skills since she walked through the front door. Other than Joe being bigger than she would normally allow in her ass he was far from the biggest she ever had in there. The punishments were far from severe; she had not even crawled for them, just a little allusion to pony-girl play and some fucking. Reality took longer to creep into her thoughts than earlier. 'Stupid girl,' she thought, 'this isn't play, it is real, and your secretary has you and your husband captive as her husband's fuck slaves.' As soon as Sarah heard the shower drown out the giggling in the bathroom she pulled Edward's licking face from her ass, turned, and whispered, "Baby, what did she do to you? Did she hurt you?" Ed looked back in horror, they were just ordered to be silent. She was a sub too, she was supposed to know these things even better than he. His fears were realized as Nancy and Joe burst out of bathroom and asked who was talking. When Ed tried to take the blame, Nancy called out "ten," Ed called back "thirty" and began to cry, not knowing what was going to happen, but knew it would be bad. Nancy grabbed Sarah and asked her directly, she lied too and said Ed was telling the truth. "Fifty" and Ed responded "eighty." Nancy nodded at Joe, and then looked at the dresser. Joe dragged Sarah to the long dresser with a mirrored top and locked her ankles to the base at the end. Sarah felt a wave run through her when he grabbed her; she was wet again, but afraid. He tore her blouse apart and tied her wrists to the brass anchors on the far end, stretching her toned body as far as it could stretch. She screamed, begged, and struggled in vain. She knew she immobilized for something severe. Nancy tossed the ballgag onto the dresser; it bounced it off Sarah's head. "I know you don't want to hear her until she behaves, Sir." "Please, this is too much! Please no? I swear I won't tell if you stop now," she screamed as Joe rubbed her ass. "Sir Joe?" With her unprompted utterance of "Sir," he slipped the big head of his circumcised cock into her dripping wetness as he reached under and rubbed her clit with his long, thick finger. She moaned and hoped to distract him, it was transparent, he pulled out and walked to her face. She looked up at him with a contrived smile and licked her lips invitingly. He smiled back as he picked up the gag. "No! Misses Clarke . . ." she screamed her appeal to the wife as Joe shoved the ball into her mouth and buckled the harness painfully tight. All that escaped were her muffled whimpers, tears and the saliva that pooled onto the mirror below her. Nancy returned to Ed and kissed him, she cuffed his wrists behind the chair with the chain of the police cuffs threaded around a dowel, and then reached down and locked the other sets of police cuffs to his ankles before she again straddled his lap and kissed softly. Edward could not remember when he last had any assertive tendencies. He surrendered totally to Sarah for decisions, for daily routines, literally how to do everything. She taught him how she wanted things done and he did them very well. He thought that he should have done something, a thought that began to flee when he remembered Sarah told him to obey. The thought was gone as soon as Nancy spoke. "Eddie, your wife will be catching up on her punishment now. You will count down as you tell me what happened while I was with Sir Joe in the shower. Okay baby?" Ed nodded and said, "Yes Ma'am." He sighed as Nancy slipped him inside her and squeezed his cock as she kissed and sucked his tongue. She was amazed at how quickly he recovered for her. She kept his head forward so he could not see Sarah, even if he peaked from under Sarah's panties that she had just slipped over his head. Joe briefly walked to the hallway, returned with the belt Sarah wore to work and turned it "inside out." Nancy smiled at the brilliant touch and squeezed Ed deep inside her. Speaking loudly enough for Sarah to hear, Nancy said, "Eddie pet, let's make this a little more fun," as she began to ride him gently, "let's fuck to the rhythm of the count." All Edward could do was moan a "yes" as his head rocked back in pleasure. As Nancy began her slow ride, Joe rubbed the rough side of the leather down Sarah's back as he slid his finger over her wet clit again. Sarah moaned, after hearing what Nancy said to Ed and feeling Joe's touch she thought a forced orgasm punishment was on the way and smiled, then out of reflex tried to look in the mirror with her blindfolded eyes to see what he was rubbing on her back. Joe laughed quietly at the reaction as he rubbed the leather across her face, then up her arm to her fingers, allowing her to feel the buckles on the smooth side. As soon as she identified the belt, she cried and begged for mercy. Joe ignored the muffled screams as Nancy reminded Edward that he was to count down and, with that, a loud crack shot through the room as Joe smacked Sarah's ass with the belt and she screamed into the gag. "Seventy-nine," Ed said with a whimper. During the pause, he tried to say again it was him who spoke. CRACK "Seventy-eight," Ed said with a thrust, as Sarah began to cry for real between screams. He tried to speak again and Nancy put her hand over his mouth. "Just countdown to ten and then tell me what happened. Only counting down now to ten, baby. She has not trained you as well as I thought," she said as he counted with tears rolling down his face, trying to keep his thrusts in rhythm with the beating. He needed no additional reminder that The Woman of the House told him to obey Misses Clarke at all times. As Nancy matched Edward's improving rhythm she said, "Oh baby, this is such a good ride. Now, if I do not get the truth by the time you get to zero, Sir Joe will be mad and keep beating her even if she passes out. Not even her kidneys will be spared." Nancy confirmed that Edward knew something about corporal punishment safety, as he began to subside but still tried to keep rhythm with the count. Sarah tried to scream, "Tell her truth," but not a syllable was understandable. When Ed got to ten, Nancy asked Joe to pause and asked Ed what happened. Sarah's cries were getting weak. He knew that the truth was the only thing to keep things from getting more severe, so he did and Nancy gave Joe the signal to continue. Sarah was quiet by the time the last five lashes were given. She was bruised and unconscious, but not bleeding. "How many words were said, Eddie? Think carefully before you answer." Ed counted in his mind and answered with a whimper, "Eleven, Misses Clarke." "Eleven it is," and she nodded at Joe, then kissed and fucked Ed deeply as Joe beat Sarah with eleven more powerful whacks. "Now, Eddie, you two will learn to behave by morning, understand?" "Yes Ma'am." Nancy looked back to Joe and said, "Sir, thank you for my new Pet. May I have some privacy with him? He needs a reward." Joe responded, "Yes, My Kitten." He released the bonds of the still unconscious Misses Kneeler, put her over his shoulder as Nancy removed the panties from Ed's head, and unlocked his ankles. "Oh, Sir, when you are done she needs to be in the guest bedroom, not the little bitch princess' room." Joe did not have to ask Nancy to expand. Her orders were to scope out the space and make things fit within the plan. She sent him a detailed floor plan with activity notes when she used the den computer. He accepted her word. Joe dumped Sarah onto Edward's small bed and locked the door. He noted an additional lock that only worked from the outside. He did not bother waking her gently; he began screwing her like a fresh corpse. When Sarah woke, all she could do was whimper. His only order was "Be sexy, bitch." She tried her best to comply as she spiraled deep into "subspace," doing whatever told without question, rubbing her stockings and heels up and down Joe's legs, trying to moan, purr, and giggle. Nancy decided to refresh Edward on romantic skills, helping him begin slow was not the problem, getting him to get intense was. They made love until Edward was sore again and empty, then cuddled and kissed until Joe returned for another cock cleaning. Before he was released to join Misses Kneeler in the guest room, Edward replaced the sheets and wiped the dresser with the old ones before he sent them down to the laundry room. Nancy rubbed his cuff-marked ankles with salve from Joe's overalls. He was instructed to use it to care for Sarah's bruising and Nancy shoved two pills into his mouth and made him swallow before Joe escorted him to the guest room.