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Eve's New Job

By: davine



This is something different for me. No gender bending but plenty of BDSM in this story. All characters are adults of course. I hope you like it.




Eve breathed deeply as she walked, hips swaying naturally, to the elevator. She relaxed herself now the interview was finished. Have I got the job? She mused. She really needed this job. Without it she had no idea of how she might meet her financial obligations. She had certainly managed to run up quite a debt for a twenty one year old. The last hour had been stressful as the statuesque perfectly groomed woman, named Joan, had quizzed her. Some of the questions had seemed a bit personal; others appeared irrelevant while most were about her secretarial training. On her way out she vaguely noticed that every woman she saw was very pretty and shapely, perfectly dressed with styled hair and carefully applied made up. All wore a tight black miniskirt which exposed plenty of stocking covered leg, high stiletto heels and a white long sleeved blouse. Eve was would love to dress that way but knew she hadn't the body for it, so she was wearing loose fitting grey business slacks, a matching jacket over a pale blue blouse. Her black pumps had tiny heels. With little confidence she walked the sidewalk, her hells clicking a little, towards the bus stop amongst the Friday afternoon crush. Many of the men in the crush glanced furtively at her inviting bottom as she walked ahead of them.

Answering her suddenly ringing phone, she said "Eve speaking."

"Hi Eve this is Joan." 

"Yes," answered hesitantly.

"We have decided to try you out; when you get home you will find an email offering you a probationary position. There are strict conditions outlined in the offer, some of which you may find strange. Just remember that we are offering way above the going rate for a junior PA. If you have any questions, you may ring me back on this number. If you decide to join us you will start on Monday which gives you two days to get yourself up to standard."

"Thank you. I'm sure I'll fit in," Eve mumbled her heart beating wildly.

"Time will tell," Joan laughed as she hung up.

Dumping her hand bag on the table as the door clicked shut behind her, Eve quickly turned on her computer. While it fired up she poured a tall glass of Pinot Gris.

Soon she had the email open. With gathering unease she read through the offer and the conditions. Once finished she sat for a while, shoulders slumped, heart pumping and her mouth open in amazement at some of the demands. That phone call was definitely needed. While she gathered her courage to make the call Eve thought back upon her life up to this point.

The bullies at the all-girl school had picked on her mercilessly and called her "fatty". She was a plump little thing but to call her fat was just cruel. A couple of geeky girls would talk to her as they were outsiders too. Things changed when she turned twelve. As she grew taller and her body started to take on its womanly form it was as if the plumpness was absorbed into her new found assets. Unfortunately what Eve saw in the mirror was the fatty she had been called rather than the shapely woman she soon became. There was no way in the world that she could be called slim. Her body wasn't that of a stick figure model. Rather, she had the build of a fifties model or movie star with a little more padding. Her body was the classic hourglass shape with large firm breasts, rounded bottom and hips supported by shapely legs. Her vital statistics were 37, 25, 37 and she was five foot six tall with lustrous long strawberry blonde hair framing her pretty face. Doe eyed and fair skinned with full Cupid's bow lips eve was a very attractive girl. There was certain innocence about her. Eve was sure she was fat. She saw the images of the super models and modern actresses and wished that she was that shape.

She was also highly sexually charged. It took no time at all for her to discover the pleasure that dwelt between her legs once puberty struck, hidden behind her silken curls. Even as a youngster she knew how nice it could feel down there but this was a whole new ball game. Now, any silly TV romance made her wet and would drive her to her room or the bathroom to satisfy her need. Once excited Eve produced copious lubrication and orgasms were long, juicy and sometimes spurted. Her panties were always thick cotton full briefs and she usually wore a thick liner to contain her excited emissions. 

Only one boy had ever taken her out. Eve was shocked when he asked her out. What was a good looking boy like this doing asking a fatty like her out? Even though she thought he must be sick she agreed to go to dinner with him.

He was a charmer and soon had her hanging on his every word as they enjoyed a lovely meal. Eve hoped that her panties were absorbing the dampness between her legs and not staining her skirt. At one point the young man leaned across the table and breathed deeply.

"That is a lovely perfume you are wearing. I find it so exciting. You smell so good." He winked.

Eve blushed and melted. Her skirt was definitely going to be stained. Excusing herself she made her way to the ladies. With lots of paper the dampness (flood) was a bit drier and she made her way back to the table where the boy waited. He bowed, sniffed deeply, smiled and led her to his car.

Parked at a picturesque look out she soon found herself in the back seat. Tentatively, at first but soon with determination he fondled her breast through her blouse. She raised no objection when he slid his hand into her bra. She wished he would concentrate on the nipple.

"Squeeze the nipple" she whispered boldly "it makes me all goosy."

Soon she was tingling from his ministrations. Thinking she should stop his hand as it crept up her thigh towards her dripping pussy was as far as she went. Her body was betraying her as she allowed him to slide his fingers into her panties and caress her tender little bud. In no time she climaxed. When he tried to get her to hold him she refused. All his cajoling would not change her mind. She feared that she may not be able to hold him back if he was too aroused. She was happy to be fondled but wanted to save that final act for the right man. Angered, he told her to get in the front and dropped her at home calling her a prick teaser as she climbed out. She wasn't asked out again but would always remember the feel of his fingers on her nipples and clit.

Eve's fingers, slick with her juices, played back and forth over her clit while the other hand rolled her nipple, as she brought herself to a second shattering climax since she had read the email. Her voluptuous body was stretched naked on her bed. Her inner thighs and bottom were coated with her cum which had soaked a large patch of sheet beneath her. Slowly calming down she contemplated her reaction to the email. Shocked at first, soon she was excited by the demands and rules which led to her current condition. 

"Joan speaking," Eve heard as the phone was answered.

"Hi Joan, I have a few questions about the conditions of employment?" Eve spoke nervously. She was sitting naked upon a kitchen stool, phone in one hand and glass of wine nearby.

"I'm sure you have."

"I understand the skirt and blouse being some kind of uniform, but why are you so specific about underwear? I mean; stockings rather than pantyhose, G string instead of my normal cotton full panties and corset instead bra. Won't those high heels be uncomfortable when worn all day? Why do I have to wax my pussy and what this corporal punishment all about? I haven't been spanked since daddy used to put me over his knee."

Joan spoke sternly "That's why we are going to pay such a high wage to a typist. The title of junior PA is just to make you feel good. The men who own the company are old fashioned and dominant. They expect us working girls to be submissive and to dress the way they demand. A curvy girl like you is perfect for their needs. You are built like a fifties woman and should dress and behave like one. Although bald pussies were rare in the fifties all the owners agree that it is one modern concession that has its attraction. Why would you want to wear ugly cotton panties? Is it to sop up your juices when you get a little excited?"

Eve was shocked "How do you know about that?" she stupidly asked.

"We always research our prospects carefully. Apart from the natural perfume that you exuded while I interviewed you we have talked to your one night stand. Oh yes we know how easily you get excited and wet. That's why you left your last position wasn't it? Getting caught frigging yourself in the ladies rest room wasn't very clever. Your sexuality will help you do your job with us."

"Why would that help? And how will a tiny thong stop me staining my skirt?" Eve asked breathlessly. Although shocked at Joan's revelations she was getting excited again. Fortunately the stool she was perched upon was vinyl covered.

"Let me tell you about the company. We write and publish trashy erotic romance novels for frustrated housewives. The owners come up with the ideas and outlines and pass them on to you PAs to flesh out. You then proof read each other's work while we gauge your response. We like to know that our books will be popular. If your work isn't up to standard you will be punished. Rather than fire you or dock your pay, you will be spanked. It will be done in front of the other staff, to humiliate you, by either one of the owners or by me. My position is that of trainer and HR manager. I can hear you panting. I bet this is making you wet, isn't it?"

"No," Eve lied.

"Have it your own way. Do you want the job?"

Eve was almost broke and had no idea where her next rent payment would come from. The high pay would solve all her problems. Her body reaction was confirming that she could fit into this position.

"Ok," she whispered.

"Not good enough. Beg me for the job. Prove you can submit." Joan demanded.

"Please may I have the job Joan?"

"Call me Mistress Joan in private and at work. Miss Joan will be adequate in public. Ask again."

"Please may I have the job Mistress Joan?" Eve was sobbing now. Her face was as wet with tears as was the cover of the stool on which she perched.

"Ok. I'll pick you up at 8.30 sharp take you shopping tomorrow. I know you are penniless at the moment so whatever we spend can come out of your first wage. This way I will be sure that you are groomed and dressed appropriately. Sleep well." She hung up.

Eve wasn't quite ready at 8.30 when the doorbell rang. She was dressed in loose slacks and blouse with flat shoes with minimal makeup. All she needed to do was brush her teeth.

Joan was obviously angry when Eve opened the door and excused herself to brush her teeth. 

When she returned Joan said "what did you not understand about 8.30 sharp? Pull those ugly pants down and lean over the kitchen bench."

Eve hesitated.

"NOW," Joan shouted.

Quickly Eve walked to the bench and slid her slacks down to her ankles leaving he white cotton panty covered bottom exposed to Joan's gaze. She bent forward over the bench.

Joan roughly pulled the panties down to expose the hapless girl's buttocks and gave her three hard slaps on each cheek with her bare hand. Eve cried in pain and shame at this treatment even as her body betrayed her and she felt the familiar moisture between her thighs. 

"I thought that would be the reaction" said Joan as she quickly slid a finger over the girl's sex and discovered moisture. Cover yourself and thank me for making you wet."

"Thank you mistress for punishing me and making me wet," Eve grovelled. Joan smiled and licked her finger.

"Tasty little slut, aren't you. Dry your tears and put this lipstick on. Do it quickly."

Eve soon returned wearing a coat of the richest red glossy lipstick she had ever seen.

"Much better. Let's go." Joan led her out of the flat.

Their first stop was a hair dresser where Joan requested that Eve's hair be cut and styled in to classic Bettie Page style. Eve had no idea who Bettie Page was but actually quite liked the look when it was finished.

A beautician was the next stop.

"Wax her pussy, legs and anything else below the eyebrows that need it" Joan ordered the technician. "Do her nails and face as well and put together a standard make up pack for her, I'm going for coffee." She said as she walked out. An hour later Joan returned to find Eve weeping.

"It hurt." Eve snivelled.

"I thought she was enjoying it. She certainly smelled and looked that way to me," said the technician with a giggle.

Eve blushed. 

"Tough. You want the job, you pay the price" Joan laughed. "Get used to it. Dry your eyes and fix that makeup. We will buy your uniform."

Eve was led into a shoe shop where Joan quickly selected a pair of red stiletto pumps with three inch heels for Eve to try.

A shop girl helped by measuring her feet. While on her knees doing, this she sniffed deeply and grinned.

"Enjoying all this attention are you?" the girl giggled.

Eve blushed again. 

Guessing the size accurately Joan soon had Eve tottering around the shop. She had never worn anything but flats before this. Taking pity on her, after a fall, Joan selected another similar pair with lower heels. 

"You can practice in these over the weekend so that you arrive for work in the tall ones on Monday." 

"Why do I have to wear red ones Miss Joan? They look a bit slutty."

"All probationers wear red shoes. When you prove yourself you may wear black."

Shoes paid for and the old ones dumped Eve tottered along behind Joan in the lower heels carrying the second pair in a bag into a dress shop. Soon she was modelling a very tight, short and stretchy mini skirt and a sheer white blouse which buttoned up at the front with puffy long sleeves. Her bra was quite visible through the fine cloth and her voluminous panties showed lines through the skirt. Joan paid for three skirts and three blouses and they dumped the old clothes on the way to a lingerie shop where Joan was treated like a long lost friend by an older woman who managed the store.

"Go to the change room and strip completely we will be in soon to measure you," Joan ordered.

When the two women entered the change area they found Eve still wearing her bra and voluminous panties. Grabbing the hapless girl, Joan bent her over a chair back, exposed her ripe bottom and gave her ten serious smacks. 

"Get naked now!" Joan snarled at the sobbing Eve who was tempted to run out of the shop. Only modesty kept her inside. She stripped off and stood while the manager measured her.

"She is well built isn't she? And fragrant too." The woman sniffed deeply as she measured and noted Eve's vital statistics. "Is she always excited?" She said as she squatted in front of the girl to measure her waist. "I'm sure I can see moisture from here."

Eve blushed as Joan said "it doesn't take much to get her going. Even being humiliated will probably get her juices flowing." Eve sighed deeply as her tummy tingled and the juices flowed. The two women giggled at her blush.

Bustling out of the change room the manager left Joan and Eve alone.

"Last chance. Tell me that you want the job and that you will obey me from now on. If not' you can get dressed, leave and go find the cash to repay what I have already spent on you."

Eve Hesitated as she quickly weighed up her options. She was trapped. "I will obey, Mistress Joan," Eve whispered.

Joan smiled as the manager returned with a white corset. Eve sat as the woman helped her slide the garment up her legs and then stood as she pulled it up so that it covered he torso and nestled neatly cupping her firm breasts in its half cups. The corset was very tight, quite plain with the bra cups being quite sheer, while the lower hem was just above Eve's pubic line. Six suspenders hung from that lower hem to hold her stockings up.

Eve was then shown how to roll a pair of Fully Fashioned stockings to sheath her legs and to clip the suspenders on. It was explained how important it was that the seam be straight and placed exactly up the centre of her leg. The stockings were sheer black and very fragile.

"You will need plenty of these as they ladder easily. Always have at least a couple of spare packs at work because laddered stockings will invite punishment. Be careful with them as they are very expensive. Now it's time for the dental floss."

Eve was confused "dental floss?" she mused.

The manager returned with a tiny piece of material. "Put this on" she said and passed it to the girl.

Eve discovered a tiny thong which when she wore it barely covered her labia it was of such fine nylon that it was transparent and would absorb nothing. Knowing that she would forever have wet thighs and reek of sex Eve burst into tears.

"Now, now Eve, you'll just have to control that sexy little hole. Won't you?" Joan patted her back. "Dry your face and get into you uniform." She said as she walked back to the main shop area. 

Soon Eve was dressed and inspected her reflection in the mirror. She had to admit that she looked hot and shapely. Wow, she thought, I'm not fat in these clothes. This gave her a little tingle down there which she tried to control. If it wasn't for the slutty red shoes that didn't quite match the skirt and blouse and the obvious lines of the suspenders beneath the thin stretch material of the skirt she was happy with herself.

Loaded with bags of clothing Eve followed her Mistress back into the mall. She enjoyed the tap tapping of her heels on the floor. A few women gave her curious looks while some of the men looked wistfully at her. Eve felt good as she was led into a café.

"Well! That's your first wage packet taken care of, all this is top end and expensive," Joan smiled and pointed at the many bags.

"But, but what about my rent?" stuttering; eve was in shock. 

"Don't worry too much. It will be covered if you toe the line. Many of our probationers live in at our training facility. You may prove to be a candidate for that option."

"Oh, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Time will tell," Joan sniggered.

Eve was dropped back to her flat and dragged her bags of clothes inside.

"Learn to wear those higher heels. I will expect you at 9 o'clock sharp, in uniform, hair and makeup perfect and ready to perform on Monday morning. Make sure you bring spare makeup for running repairs during the day." Was Joan's parting remark as she drove off?

Musing about what she would be actually doing at work the following day, Eve looked into the company on line. All she discovered was that the company produced on line literature mainly directed at women and that it appeared to be quite successful.

Monday morning saw Eve totter into work at 9.05. Her calves ached from practicing in the higher heels all through Sunday. She was dressed in the standard uniform and had lavished time on her make-up and hair. Gazing at her reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator which she rode alone, she finally admitted that she was only plump, not really fat.

Joan met her as the lift doors opened with a light slap to her cheek, grabbed her wrist and dragged her into a small room

"This is the sign on room with a keyboard and monitor. When you arrive you will type your employee number into that keyboard." Joan passed Eve a note with a 20 numeral passkey upon it "memorise it. You can type it in now but tomorrow you will do it without the paper." 

As soon as Eve finished typing and hit the Enter key a chime sounded and the monitor displayed a message. "Infraction 10."

"What is that?" Eve asked nervously.

"Oh! That just means you will be punished for being late. Don't worry; I'm sure you will break worse rules before you get it right." Joan led the girl by her wrist out of the room and down a hallway. "As soon as all the probation girls are on site we have a parade where your presentation is judged. One of the owners will check for compliance, obey him in every way." Eve was led into a large room which was empty apart from 5 girls in a line and a vaulting horse. Each girl was dressed exactly as Eve was except that two of them teetered on even higher heels than hers. Joan placed Eve on the end of the line took her shoulder bag, told her to wait and left the room.


Eve's New Job



After what seemed like an age but was probably only ten minutes a tall man followed by Joan struggling to keep up strode into the room. Eve gasped as the familiar tingle started deep down inside her. He was possibly the most handsome man that she had ever seen or even imagined, dressed in a tailored black suit, white shirt, striped blue tie and highly polished shoes. He carried a plastic ruler which he used to measure the distance between the hem and knee on each girl. 

"Number three gets five" he said to Joan who made an entry in a small note book.

After measuring Eves hem line he said "so you are the new one. I've heard interesting things about you. I do hope you fit in here. Welcome. You may call me Master James." He breathed in deeply.

"Thank you sir, I will do my best." She smiled and tingled inside.

The man breathed deeply again, "your best will be the minimum required" the boyish grin that he gave her had her melting.

"Turn." Joan ordered. The whole line turned to face the other wall. Joan was a little slow as she was unfamiliar with the procedure.

"The new girl gets five for that stocking seam fault; I will overlook the tardiness of her turn as its day one. Is there anything else outstanding for her?"

"Five minutes late."

"Ok so she gets ten all up. I'll do number three first." Turning to the other girl he said quietly "assume the position."

The girl's heels clattered on the wooden floor as she sashayed across the room, her ample bottom swaying seductively. She stopped, hitched her skirt up and bent forward over the vaulting horse wither feet a little over a foot apart. Framed between her shapely thighs her puffy hairless labia were clearly visible, parted by the micro gusset of her thong. A little hue of blue bruising was evident upon the creamy rounded globes of her bottom.

Eve, although shocked, was amazed how calmly the girl submitted and placed herself in such a vulnerable position. The tingling in the pit of her own womanhood also surprised her. Why was this spectacle turning her on?  

Master James strode across to the displayed girl and gently massaged each of her cheeks. A sigh could be heard as the girl swayed a little at his touch. Stepping back a little, the Master swung back the plastic ruler, hesitated a moment and then slapped it swiftly across the lovely bottom. A little sob escaped the girl. After another tender fondle he again drew back and slashed the flexible plastic across the creamy target. After the five strikes had been delivered the girl was crying quietly and her bottom was now brightly striped red. Master again massaged her bottom. A sheen of moisture wet the thong gusset and her labia. 

"You may return to the line," he said calmly.

"Thank you Master for correcting my poor behaviour," sobbed the girl as she returned to the line. Her skirt remained hiked up exposing her womanly delights.

Her heart thumping with apprehension of the ordeal she must be about to endure and of her ability to handle it with the same grace that the other girl had. She knew that she was already moist down there. What would the others think about that? She steeled herself to perform well.

"New girl; assume the position." Master said in a kindly almost fatherly voice.

Doing her best to outdo her predecessor she swayed her bottom as she tapped across the timber floor. Hesitantly she hitched up her skirt and lay across the horse trying to calm her ragged breathing.

"Feet apart," she heard. Damn I forgot that, she thought. "Wider" Master ordered. Soon her legs were spread much more than the other girl's had been. Knowing that her wetness would be obvious to all' Eve face was bright red.

Soon Master James was gently kneading her perfect globes as if he was preparing dough for a tasty cake. Eve gasped as she felt a finger lightly slide through slickness of her slit and then pull away. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the pain about to start but was surprised to find a finger damp with her juice pushing against her lips. He must have walked around to her front. Eyes still shut she parted her lips to accept the fragrant digit and lapped it clean. 

"Good girly," he patted her like a puppy before he disappeared again and once again caressed her bottom. This felt so good that she was swaying gently in time with the ministrations of those masterful hands. She was so disappointed when he stopped the caress, that she had quite forgotten the ruler until it crashed across her exposed bottom. Crying out in pain she almost stood up. Managing to stay down, tears ran down her cheeks. His gentle fondling calmed her a little until it stopped and she held her breath, waiting for the next blow to strike. When it did, she squealed as this one felt much harder and had her tears flowing copiously.

Master's fondling calmed her down. She was panting a little now. He stopped. She waited. Her bottom fired up for the third time, her tears flowed as she sobbed. Kneading her bottom Master was pleased to hear her panting along with the sobbing. Eve was now completely slick across her sex and it was seeping down her bare thighs towards her stocking tops. As the pain and delicious torture continued for the following four blows Eve's excitement built with each caress of Masters gentle hands. There were drips of her moisture on the floor between her feet and her stocking tops were soaked. Master breathed in deeply and smelled the heady perfume of a woman in ecstasy. He smiled as he brought the final stroke down upon the now squirming panting girl. He hit her as hard as he possibly could. 

Eve bucked, writhed and screamed out as the orgasm hit her. She could not believe that she could have an orgasm without her clit being touched let alone one of the strongest climaxes she had ever experienced. Her thighs and stockings were soaked and there was a pool of her juice on the floor. She lay there panting and shaking, not trusting her shaking legs to support her.

Master stroked her bottom gently and leaned down near her ear and whispered "you were magnificent."

Eve strangely felt pride rather than the humiliation as master told Joan to dismiss the other girls who quickly clacked out of the room.

Master spoke to Joan as if Eve was not there although he kept a hand on her bottom.

"You have found a ripe little treasure here Joan. Her body is magnificent and that response we just witnessed was extraordinary. I'm sure that she will be an exceptional asset to our organisation once she is trained. I will organise a bonus for you and after the others have interviewed her we may increase her wage as well."

Eve almost purred with pleasure. Master James left the room. Joan led the girl to a restroom.

"Dry yourself and fix your make up. Unless you want another painful lesson, I suggest you straighten that stocking. Of course, now I've seen how you react to a master, you may start breaking the rules just to get a spanking. Be warned, that was a very mild punishment. I bet most of the stripes will be fading by tomorrow," Joan laughed.

"I might change my stockings and thong. They smell of me. I really need a shower," Eve rashly blurted out.

"Oh I wouldn't do that. Your masters love the smell of fresh cunny juice on their slaves, I mean girls. You will get ahead here faster by staying fragrant, trust me. Dry yourself, straighten the stocking and apply a good coat of makeup. Your make was barely adequate this morning so go heavy on everything. Once you are tidy, find me and when they are ready for you I will deliver you, don't rush."

Left alone Eve used paper towels to dry her legs and fixed the offending seam without noticing the small ladder that was developing on the other leg. After washing her face she applied a heavy foundation, mascara, blue eye shadow rouge and strong red lipstick. She thought it looked slutty but hoped that it was what was needed while swaying down the corridor looking for Joan. Every one she passed sniffed and smiled at her.

Joan was in her office working at a computer.

"Sit while I set up your interview." Pointing to a leather lounge. 

"Yes mistress" Eve obediently complied.

Lifting her phone she said "she's here." Eve heard an indistinct response." Oh yes, even at this distance. Ok in ten."

While Joan ignored her, Eve mused about the one sided conversation but made no sense of it until a quiet alarm sounded on the computer.

"Come," Joan beckoned and walked briskly out of the room, leading Eve to an imposing oak panelled door labelled Board Room. After knocking she opened the door and led the girl into an empty, leather and timber furnished room. Eve saw a long timber desk with five chairs behind it facing the door on the far side of the huge room. A vaulting horse stood in one corner, while in another were two tall glass fronted display cases. Placed facing into this corner she was told to wait without moving until she was told. Facing the corner she could glance into each of the displays. On her right; the case held various canes and whips suspended on hooks and small brackets. The other case held leather cuffs, hand cuffs, chains, rope and items that Eve couldn't even imagine. Her heart was pumping and she felt like running from the building. Only her extreme financial situation held her here. Her calves were aching by the time, she heard people entering the room.

"Turn and come over here so that we may inspect you, girly," a stern voice called out.

As she turned and walked, hips swaying seductively towards them Eve saw five men seated at the table. 

Master James was amongst them. All were dressed in similar style of dark suits, striped ties and white shirts and were very well built handsome men. They sat and stared at their newest employee. In the middle was an older man who Eve presumed was the leader.

"She does smell sexy," one said. The others all agreed.

"Perfectly shaped too," another said.

Her face was bright red as she looked down at the floor, embarrassed but a little proud too.

"Don't avert you gaze" she was ordered. "Twirl for us."

Eve turned herself around several times before she was ordered to stop.

"Hmmm. Walk over to that chair over there and remove your blouse and skirt." James pointed.

Swaying her ass as much as she dared the shell shocked girl walked to the chair, slowly unbuttoned the blouse, removed it and folded it neatly on the chair. She carefully slid the tight skirt down her legs and placed it folded with the blouse. Reluctantly she turned, red faced towards her employers who were perusing her as one would a fine horse.

"Excellent. Come back to us." 

Eve sashayed back to the table, embarrassed but proud and damp.

"Is that moisture we are seeing Girly? Are you excited?" the older man asked.

After a hesitation Eve nervously answered, "Yes master." Her voice fluttered quietly.

"Turn around" She did. "Do you see that, Gentlemen?"

"Oh yes we do" they chorused. "She has laddered a stocking."

"OH NO" sobbed the hapless girl. She was sure that this would mean some kind of punishment. Her legs felt weak and she trembled.

"What shall we do with you, young lady? You seem almost to be begging for correction. How many strokes do you deserve for this infraction?" James asked kindly.

"Five?" she replied in a mousy little voice. Still facing away she could see the horse waiting.

"How about we just go until you are sated?" the older man said. "Is that enough incentive to have you show us all that you displayed to Master James so enthusiastically earlier."

Eve thought back on her recent punishment and upon her resulting climax almost fondly. She could still feel a dull ache from her striped bottom but it was fading fast. Surely she could do this. She must. She was trapped. Just being near these handsome, powerful men who obviously liked her shape was making her damper by the moment.

"Yes Master I'll try."

"Not just try, our girls are expected to excel."

"Yes Master, I will take the punishment as you wish."

"Assume the position." 

Bent over the horse Eve heard one of the display cases open before footsteps from more than one man sounded behind her.

"We had better throw a towel down between her feet. It will be a kindness to the cleaner." One said as another proceeded to massage her gorgeous bottom. Eve gasped with her awakening pleasure and was sure that this would be over in no time.

The massaging stopped and she felt something hard and a little rough rubbing back and forth between her labia. This stopped and was replaced by the same object gently tapping at her clit. A quiet moan escaped her full red lips as her juices wet her thighs. Her breathing became ragged. Another moment and I'm there she thought.

"Oh no" Eve sighed when the pleasure was taken away. For an eternity she felt nothing but her beating heart and the slickness down there until there was an unfamiliar swishing sound.

Eve's bottom exploded with pain and heat as the thin cane slashed her bottom. Screaming she tried to stand, a flood of tears erupted from her eyes while strong hands forced her back down onto the horse.

"No Please. It's too much, I can't do it. Please let me go." She babbled out this plea.

"Now, now little one, you nearly got there before," one of her tormentors whispered kindly.

The fondling and kneading, of her now blazing bottom, started again slightly calming the hapless creature. When the rubbing between her thighs started again she sighed, hoping for release this time. The fondling continued. Her excitement slowly blocked the burning of her buttocks as she started to drip onto the towel. The insistent tapping started against her clit again and continued until she was almost there again when the pleasure was suddenly removed.

"NO" she screamed, knowing what was to come. With no delay this time the cane slashed her tender skin.

Eve had no chance to try standing as the men held her down. She was crying and drooling, finding speech impossible, as she writhed under their hands.

Gently her bottom was rubbed, fondled and massaged. Slowly she calmed from the pain which dimmed a little. A wet cool cloth was dabbed across her face cleaning away the tears and drool. Another cool cloth was draped over her blazing buttocks.

Between her legs a pair of fingers slid through the juicy folds of her sex. Once again; her excitement over rode the pain she felt. Her dripping cunny became the centre of her world, blocking the burn from behind. 

"Oh please let me cum" she implored. 

She sighed as another pair of fingers gently kneaded, twisted and pulled at her clit. Now something slick was rubbing against her little bottom bud. Having never touched that spot herself in any sexual way, it was a shock to find that she was enjoying it. Almost there, Eve's breath was rasping now.

"OH YES" she screamed as the first spasm ripped through.

As the second one hit, she actually squirted her juice onto the towel. Bucking and shaking, she was in full sexual rapture as the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced raced through her very core. She hardly felt the two hard smacks which landed on each of her punished globes. They could have done anything to her and she wouldn't have cared. The pleasure just rolled over in waves until she was completely spent.

"Oh yes, you are just perfect. We have the perfect position for you" one said. "Joan! Take her tidy her up and when she is rested, fed and rehydrated return her so we can explain the importance of her new position."

Eve was almost purring as she heard the men leave the room. Still in just her underwear, the girl was helped out of the board room, through a typing pool where no one gave her a second glance, by Joan and another tall woman. Without their support she would have collapsed as her legs were like rubber. They left her lying on her side, on a bed in a comfortable room with an ensuite bathroom. She slept.

On her tummy now she awoke to find a hand gently spreading a soothing cream across her red striped, still burning bottom. She sighed with relief as the cooling balm did it work.

"I doubt that you will sit comfortably on this for a few days. If I were you I'd be on my best behaviour until this recovers unless you are so desperate to repeat that amazing performance that the pain is worth it."

"I don't think so," Eve replied haughtily.

"Whatever, some girls get off that way all the time."

Strangely Eve's body tingled a little at the thought. Quickly she dismissed it as just plain silly. Who would be that desperate? Although; she had to admit, that was the best she had ever had. 

A tray with a salad and some sports drink was delivered. Joan placed a soft pillow on a chair and guided the girl to it and helped her to carefully sit. Eve winced initially but soon found that she could handle the persistent throb of her bruised bottom.

"Eat and rehydrate yourself while I explain about what we do here." While Eave ate Joan continued "as you know we are a publishing company. The board who you have met own the whole company. Each looks after a different type of publication. There are divisions for Technical, Automotive, sport and some others all run from other locations. Master James runs this division from here specialising in woman's fiction. He comes up with the creative ideas for the books and passes them on to the black shoe senior girls who then write the books. Juniors, or red shoe girls like you are assigned to take dictation from the seniors and type up the books. Most of the stories are E books as many women prefer to hide what they are reading. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Not really," the innocent girl replied quizzically.

"What type of books do you read?"

"Romance stories mostly."

"Erotic romance?" Joan asked. 

Blushing deeply "Oh no. Isn't that just porn by a fancy name?"

"I guess you could call it that but let's not judge our customers taste shall we. It sells really well and we make a fortune out of it. There are several genres; Billionaire bad boys, BBW, BDSM and spanking are very popular but there are quite a few others that are good sellers too. Do you know what they are?"

I've heard of Billionaire and Bdsm but not BBW, what is that?" her doe eyes wide with curiosity.

"Big beautiful women."

"Oh, fatties like me." Eve recoiled as Joan slapped her face.

"We never use that word in this building. You will be punished if anyone were to hear you utter it. You wouldn't sit for a month if a Master heard it. We prefer to say shapely or voluptuous here. If I ever hear you call yourself fat again I shall punish you myself. You have the perfect shape, trust me. Do you understand me, you silly girl?"

"Yes Mistress," was the answer from the still unconvinced girl with the stinging face.

"Now I'll explain what will happen next. Once you have eaten, we shall tidy you up so you are ready to be interviewed by the board." Eve winced at this news. "Don't worry if you are good, nothing will happen that you won't like. They are considering you for a very important position. In fact it is the most valuable position that a red shoe girly can hold. You will be replacing an exceptionally talented young woman who was a huge asset to the company until the chairman took a shine to her. It wasn't long before she moved in with him and then they married. She must be a good breeder as I hear his seed is already growing in her belly to give us the first of next generation of Masters or Mistresses."

Eve was surprized to hear that one of the masters would take up with a lowly red shoe. Breeding and seeding sounded like a rather demeaning way to describe creating a baby. Surprize didn't stop a little warmth tickle through her womb.

"May I shower please Mistress? I stink of sex" the girl pleaded.

"No you can't. Strip off your stockings and thong. You may sponge down your legs. I hope you have fresh stockings and thong with you."




Eve's New Job



"I have stockings but no thong," shamefaced Eve admitted with a tremble to her voice.

"Oh well, rinse the thong and hang it up. It may dry a little while you do the rest. Get on with it while I retrieve your skirt and blouse."

Stripped of her stockings and thong which hung drying over a hook on the door, Eve used a small wet towel to wipe her dried juices from her thighs. The moisture actually increased the heady aroma that a woman in heat exudes. Eve despaired of ever smelling normal again. She was going to enjoy here shower tonight."

Carefully Eve slid the fresh stocking up her freshly dried left leg and hooked the two suspender clips on, making sure that the back one lined up perfectly with the seam. Once the second one was in place she used the mirror to check and adjust the seams so that they were straight up the backs of her sculptured calves and thighs. Sitting at the small dressing table she carefully applied fresh make up. Thinking that she looked a little slutty, she shrugged, if that's what they want, that's what they'll get.

As Eve slid into the clinging skirt and buttoned up the sheer blouse Joan made a call.

"They want you in the board room now."

Feeling like a lamb to be slaughtered, Eve followed respectfully through the board room's open door. Once more she was forced to wait in the corner of the empty room with the instruments of pain as her only distraction. There were some very strange devices in those cabinets. Her calves were aching by the time she heard the men take their places.

"Come here little red shoes!" ordered one of them.

Turning as gracefully as she could on the still unfamiliar heels eve crossed the enormous room, her hips and bottom swaying seductively. To a man, the board watched her intently, smiling their encouragement until she stopped next to a chair placed in front of their table.

"Hitch up your skirt and be seated, girl" Master James commanded.

Reluctantly, in fear of hurting her tender bottom Eve lifted the dress hem and gingerly lowered herself onto the seat which she found surprisingly comfortable, if a little invasive. She winced as she settled onto the cushion. Most of the cushion was quite soft except for a hard wedge running through the middle from front to back. Her buttocks throbbed a little, but it was the invasive wedge that spread her puffy labia and forced the narrow gusset of her thong into her. There was even pressure on her little bottom bud.

The masters all contemplated her for some minutes, making her feel uncomfortable. She blushed.

"Welcome to our company, little girl. I understand that Joan has explained that we are looking to you as a replacement for a very valuable employee?" the chairman said. "We are in need of a tester for our books. Once they are completed, you will read them while we monitor your reactions to the story as it unfolds. Through previous research into your past and by observing your performance this morning we are sure that you will be perfect litmus paper to test the tang of our books. You will, of course be paid more than the other red shoes for your services. Will you accept the position?"

Almost speechless, the surprised girl managed to nervously reply "Yes please Master," in a trembling voice.

"Are you excited, little girl?"

"Oh yes Master," she gushed.

"But not in a sexy way, are you?"

Embarrassed now at the sex reference, Eve's body responded with a little moisture.

The men all glanced towards a small black box on the table in front of the chairman which was emitting a quiet hum. They smiled.

"You are now, aren't you Eve?"

Her face was now flushed "Yes Master," in a little girl voice.

Louder humming sounded from the little box as Eve responded with more moisture. Suddenly, it occurred to her that the wedge in the chair must be picking up her juices as they dribbled from her sex.

"We will leave you with her James. I'm sure you want to get to know your new girl better before she starts in earnest tomorrow." The others left the room while James stared intently at her.

He is really handsome, thought Eve. Louder humming came from the box.

Rounding the end of the table, James stood behind her and gently massaged her shoulders. Moaning blissfully, Eve melted as her body responded.

"Oh no" she whispered as he frustratingly removed those caressing hands.

"Follow me girl and I will show you to your work space." Master James strode from the room with the girl struggling to keep up.

The room they entered was glass walled with just a desk and a chair with a similar cushion to the chair she had just left. 

"Sit."

Hitching her skirt, Eve settled her bottom carefully into the seat and felt the familiar wedge nestle into her secret place, spreading her lips and pressing against the nub of her clit.

Master passed her an E reader which he connected via USB to a port in the table.

"This is just a trial run. Tomorrow we will monitor other areas of your body. Today I'm only interested in your juices. You may not touch yourself. If you are to climax, it can only be by cerebral stimulation."

After showing her how to use the reader, Master left the room and sat at a control panel outside."

"You may start."

Eve began to read and was soon engrossed in the erotic tale. Soon she was very wet and panting. Master smiled as he watched the monitor in front of him. She is perfect for this, he thought. He flicked a switch.

"Oh" Eve said, disappointed when the display faded just as she was getting into the swing of the story.

"That's quite enough fun for now, girly. Follow me."

Once again Eve struggled to keep up as her heels tapped along the corridor following her Master into a sumptuous office decorated, like the board room, in dark timber and leather with plush deep piled carpet. Apart from a huge desk, chair and leather lounge the room was almost bare, apart from some cabinets in one corner, an odd looking leather covered table which seemed to have various attachments and a vaulting horse.

"Wait in the corner" Master ordered and pointed. "Hitch that hem up and spread your feet." He left her alone and sat at his desk.

While Eve waited, contemplating the contents of the cabinets and thinking back upon the excitement she had experienced from reading the erotica, master was on the phone.

"Oh yes she will be great. Very responsive, I'm looking at her lovely bottom now while she does some corner time. I think I can see some slickness on her thighs from here."

Without realising, what she was doing Eve slid a finger between her legs and gently stroked herself. Master smiled to himself and thought, oh this will be fun.

"Look, I'd better go. Our little red shoe needs some of my special attention." Hu hung up.

Lost in her fantasy, Eve jumped when she felt his breath on her neck and a hand on her bottom. Her heart pounded. She could smell his cologne and his man smell. She was so turned on that her aching calves were trembling. The hand gently massaging her cheek made her response even stronger. She was dripping.

"Did I tell you to touch yourself?" he said quietly.

Quickly removing the offending digit she replied sheepishly "no Master."

Taking the offending hand he turned her, lifted the hand to her mouth and said, "Suck." 

Red faced at being caught, the girl sucked her fragrant juice from her finger. Master, standing close to the girl, reached down and slowly ran his fingers through her sopping wet folds. Eve moaned when he presented his soaked fingers for her to clean. She sucked hungrily and then meekly followed her master when he led her to the vaulting horse. Without prompting, dreamily, she assumed the position, her beautiful globes presented for her master's attention.

"Lie along it, not across it."

Eve moved so that she lay along the horse, rather than across it. She discovered that the top was shaped so that the centre was quite narrow, while the ends were wider. The narrow section pushed between her breasts, while her head lay on a short wide section with a slight cushion. Her bottom was raised into a lovely, but vulnerable position at the base of the device while her vulva was equally accessible. 

Panting, as he squeezed her bottom, savagely with his powerful hands, Eve's cunny dripped her juice onto the floor between her feet. Master stopped his vicious massage and slapped her already punished globes several times, hard enough to make the girl cry out in shock and pain. The slapping stopped as suddenly as it had started and Eve felt masters weight as he leaned over her back. She could feel his hardness through his pants pushing against her bottom crease and his hot breath against her cheek. She gasped as his hands cupped her breasts and kneaded the erect nipples through the thin material of her blouse and bra. Pushing back she ground her bottom against her master.

"What contraception do you use?" he whispered.

"What?" the surprised girl asked.

"Answer, girl!" he snarled and pinched her nipples hard.

"None Master," she answered trembling. "I've never needed to."

"Are you a virgin?" he pulled away from her and walked around to face her.

"Yes!" she started to cry, missing the warmth of his hardness against her.

The pressure against her bottom had aroused a need inside her. The warmth from the spanking and his hardness had awakened something in her. Her girlish dreams of white weddings and deflowering on her wedding night were banished as a silly fantasy by the overpowering feeling that fluttered in the depth of her womb.

"That is such a pity." She could hear his disappointment and was still excited from his closeness. As he stood in front of her he presented a finger upon which she sucked greedily.

Eve knew what he wanted from her. She remembered girls talking about giving head. Some said they liked it while others said it was yucky. Innocent, Eve had no idea what she would feel if she ever did it.

Seeing his bulge in front of her she boldly reached out and ran the back of one hand down its length. As his gasp of pleasure emboldened her, she wrapped her fingers around its girth and squeezed gently. Wanting more, she employed both hands to undo his belt and pants buttons before unzipping him. She revelled in his panting response as she freed her prize from his underpants. Stroking it for a couple of moments she drew the tip to her mouth and kissed the smooth head. Working in the darkness of her ignorance Eve ran her tongue down his slit and tasted the salt of his precum.

Impatiently he grasped her head and forced himself into her awaiting mouth. Her lips stretched to accommodate its girth. Mouth fully stuffed, Eve hesitated.

"Suck it like a lollypop" he ordered.

Trying, eve found this difficult as her mouth was so full. She managed to apply a little suction which just frustrated the master who proceeded to slide his member back and forth in his mouth. At one point he reached too far and she gagged. Taking pity on the innocent girl, he backed off and just eased what he could in and out. Less than half his length was being serviced by her inexperienced mouth yet this was enough to bring him to climax. Eve heard his breath becoming ragged. Only the head was past her lips as he spurted his seed into her mouth.

Eve was surprised at the quantity of cum that he dumped on her tongue. It tasted salty and almost dry. What should I do now? She thought. 

"Hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow," he said as he pulled out of her mouth. Eve would rather have spat it out but did as she was told.

"You may swallow," he told her eventually.

Somehow she managed to swallow it all. Her mouth and throat felt dry and salty. 

"May I have some water please master?" she asked.

"Don't you like my seed, little red shoe?" he replied.

Wisely the girl replied "Oh yes master but it makes my throat so dry."

"You will find water in the restroom."

Eve stood and started to straighten her clothes.

"Don't, I prefer you exposed."

Master admired her swaying bottom as she made her way to the restroom door. Having now used one of her holes he was determined to avail himself of both her other virgin orifices.

"If you wish to get ahead in this company I suggest that you get some contraception," he said to the returning girl, before pulling her roughly to his chest and kissing her sensually on her mouth.

Eve melted again into a dripping mess. "Oh master I'll get some as soon as I can arrange it."

"No. I'll organise it for after work this evening. I know you won't be ready to accept me immediately but I have other ideas. Have you ever had an enema?"

Although the innocent girl knew of what he spoke she had never had one or could imagine why he would ask such a thing. "No Master."

"Hm. Would you like to cum? You have been dripping wet for a long time today, haven't you." 

"Oh! Yes please Master."

"Lie along the horse again and you may play with yourself this time."

Eve sashayed across the room, flopped onto the horse and immediately reached back and started massaging her clit. The girl was well along her way to satisfaction when she felt Master's hand scoop some of her juices and started to massage it onto her tight little rectal ring. He was wearing a latex glove and soon forced a finger into her rear passage making her gasp. Her state of arousal was such that she ignored the strange invasion of her bottom even when a second and third finger was forced into her. In fact it seemed to heighten her arousal. The fourth finger hurt her, but she was so close now to climax that she ignored it. Master forced his four big fingers back and forth in her bottom, finger fucking her and revelling in her tightness.

Anal sex was yucky, she thought. Only queers did that didn't they? Her body was telling her a whole different story of course. Although Master's fingers were hurting her, they were firing up her whole lower body with delicious warmth. This must be wrong she thought as her spasm ripped her apart and she squirted onto the floor. Calmed down at last, she missed the feeling of his fingers as he removed them.

"Thank me little red shoes," he demanded.

"Thank you master for my orgasm."

"And what about your bottom?"

After a short delay she replied" and for playing with my bottom Master, it felt nice."

"Straighten yourself and return to Joan. She will organise contraception for you. I will see you tomorrow." He dismissed her.

Part two will follow if this is popular.



Eve's New Job Ch. 02



The story continues still involving characters over 21 years old.

Knowing that Master would be watching, Eve slightly exaggerated the natural sway of her shapely derriere. A derriere that was glowing warm from its various punishments and her little puckered ring smarting from Masters fingering. She trembled at the memory of the pleasure she had so recently enjoyed.

Something was happening to her that she couldn't quite tie down. In just a few hours she was seeing herself as a new person. No longer a fat frump in conservative clothes but a vamp dressed seductively and apparently desired by the company owners. In front of Joan's desk was a bentwood style chair with arms made of steel tube. It had a seat that looked like woven cane which was actually fine steel wire. At the base of each leg and at the end of the arms one inch metal rings were welded.

"Sit." Joan ordered.

"Please Miss, may I stand?"

"NO! Hitch that skirt up and sit." Eve still hesitated." Now!" Joan shouted.

Gingerly Eve sat her exposed red striped cheeks onto the hard, unforgiving seat. She gasped as the fine wire mesh pressed into her soft skin. Joan ignored her, leaving her to suffer in silence on that evil chair. 

"What have I got myself into with these people?" Eve wondered "I really should just leave but I'm trapped. How could I pay back all they have spent on me and pay my rent?" Tears welled in her eyes and she wriggled a little to relieve her poor punished bottom. 

"Don't fidget girl or I will restrain you," she was told sternly. "You appear to be a hit with Master James. You are to receive a bonus in your next pay. He is well built isn't he?"

"Yes Miss," almost whispered. The discomfort of the wire was almost forgotten as that warm glow spread through her as she remembered his hardness against her and the taste of him in her mouth.

"I've organised a contraceptive implant for you. It will last for three years but won't take effect immediately so you will have to wait to satisfy all your needs."

"Thank you Miss Joan."

"We have decided that you should live in for some intensive training. Give me your keys so I can send someone to pick up your spare uniforms and anything else you may need from your apartment."

Dumbfounded, Eve sat without answering. Her mind raced. Do I want this? Isn't this going too far? Can they do this?

"Well!" Joan bullied the hapless girl.

She hesitated again. "Ok Miss." Eve just focused on her ridiculously high pay, her debts and ignored her misgivings.

Keys handed over; Eve was led to an elevator by another red shoe which whisked them several floors higher in the tower.

They exited into a stark foyer with thick white carpets, white walls and ceiling. Silently the other girl led Eve through a comfortably furnished lounge room, a formal dining room and into a corridor with doors on either side. Opening the third door the girl led Eve into a small but nicely furnished room. There was a double bed, built in wardrobe, dressing table and a mirrored door, partly open to expose an ensuite bathroom.

"Clean yourself up. You will find a swim suite in one of the drawers. Put it on and meet me in the lounge room in half an hour. I will show you the Gym and pool. We can swim. Bare feet are only allowed inside your room, the pool or Gym so wear your shoes. Make sure your makeup and hair are done. " She left eve alone.

Quickly she stripped her clothes off and showered. She marvelled at how comfortable her accommodation was. Once clean she looked for a swim suite. The drawers in the wardrobe were loaded with skimpy lingerie and while there was a line of red shoes with increasingly high heels there appeared to be no outer clothing of any kind. She eventually identified a red micro bikini in amongst a drawer of panties. The garment was a tiny thong and top made of thin nylon. The thong barely covered her puffy labia while the top covered only a quarter of each breast. Her nipples pushed against the almost transparent material. Eve felt that she would have been less exposed had she been naked as these tiny strips of drew the eye to her sexy assets. Quickly she applied some make up, brushed her hair and slipped into shoes.

The other girl, dressed in an identical outfit was lounging back in a sumptuous white leather seat. Like Eve she was shapely with proud breasts, hourglass waist and sumptuous hips and bottom. She was perhaps a little lighter than Eve. As the girl stood and turned to go Eve thought she saw a flash of bright metal at her navel. 

"Come this way. My name is Sandy."

Eve followed the girl's luscious, lightly bruised bottom as it undulated along a corridor. She noticed the letter J, about an inch high, displayed on Sandy's left buttock. Is that a tattoo? Eve wondered. Along the way the girl pointed out a Gymnasium, theatre and library until they finally arrived at the indoor pool. With the pool were a massage room, spa and sauna. Two sides of the room were floor to ceiling glass showing a spectacular view over the city. 

Sandy slid gently into the water. "Don't mess up your hair or makeup."

Eve followed her in and found the water to be at just the right temperature as she lounged back against the pool side. She was sure that she had seen a gold ring at the girl's belly button as she slipped into the pool. Blocking everything out, Eve just luxuriated in the water, her mind conjuring visions of masters toned and naked body crushing her as his manhood filled her. Her belly fluttered with longing, as she imagined his hardness slowly invading her virgin cunny. Her nipples hardened, as they would if exposed to ice, even in the warm water of the pool.

At last Sandy decided she had had enough hanging around in the pool, climbed out and flopped, still wet, onto her back on a bench. Following, Eve sat on an adjacent bench and looked at her companion, confirming that she did indeed have a ring in her belly button. Through the thin material of Sandy's top, Eve could see the outline of more rings, one at each nipple. The idea of piercing was not new to Eve. A magazine that she regularly read had several articles on body piercing and tattoos in the past. She had just never met anyone with more than pierced ears.

"You have piercings." Eve exclaimed.

"Oh yes, aren't they pretty," pulling down her top to show her nipples and rings. "I didn't want them at first, but Master gave me a bonus for each one. He likes his girls pierced."

"Does it hurt?" Eve's heart fluttered and her nipples tingled and hardened again, straining against the thin red material of her top.

"A little at first but they soon heal up. Then they feel great. I keep getting more. At first it was for the bonus but now I get them because they feel so good."

"Where are the others?" Naïve Eve asked innocently.

Sandy glanced down towards her thong and then smiled and spread her thighs a little when Eve's eyes followed.

Eve's jaw dropped. Clearly visible behind the thin wet gusset of Sandy's bikini Eve could see several rings outlined.

"How many have you got?"

"Twelve."

Eve gulped. "Really?"

Slipping her thong down and spreading her legs further, Sandy opened herself to the shocked girl. Eve could see three large rings in each outer labia, three smaller ones in each inner labium and two in her clitoral hood.

"These are the best ones," she points to the pair in the hood "they make me so, so sensitive. " She said as she absently stroked herself.

Eve shivered. The last thing she needed was to be more sensitive down there. Embarrassed, Eve tried to look away. She had never even imagined watching another woman stroking herself but was strangely drawn to watch. Sandy's fingers and pussy were slick with her juice as she panted quietly with pleasure. Moisture was building between Eve's own labia as she watched Sandy's pierced lips puff up with excitement. The temptation to touch herself was almost too much.

Close to orgasm Sandy was now rubbing herself furiously and curled on her side. Eve was about to touch herself when suddenly the other girl cried out in pain and pleasure as a riding crop slashed her thigh as she climaxed. So absorbed had the two girls been that they hadn't noticed Master James watching them. Kindly he had waited for Sandy to reach the edge before he lashed out with that one strike. The girl's climax had her writhing with pleasure. Eve almost made it too, just watching.

"What is the rule about self-pleasure girl?" he asked quietly.

"It's not allowed Master." Panted the still excited girl.

"What should I do with you, girl?"

"I must be punished master."

"Follow me. Both of you." 

He strode from the pool area while the two girls struggled into their heels and raced to keep up. Along a corridor he led them into a dark room. When the subdued lights came on Eve was in a red walled room with a black tiled floor and various pieces of leather and timber furniture and equipment placed around the room.

Pointing at Eve he said "stand in that corner and watch." 

Grabbing Sandy's wrist he dragged her to the centre of the room where two chains hung from the ceiling spaced about two metres apart. Each chain had a leather cuff at its end which master quickly attached to the girl's wrists. After delving into a cabinet near Eve, Master took a further pair of cuffs back to the hapless girl, attached them to her ankles and to two eyelets over a metre apart in the floor. Pulling a small remote control from his pocket Master pressed a button which started a quiet hum to sound in the ceiling. The chains shortened as they were wound into the ceiling. Soon Sandy was standing spread eagled and stretched. She was totally helpless, breasts barely covered and pussy exposed as her thong was still down around her thighs where she had pushed it earlier.

Master returned to Eve, grabbed her chin between strong fingers and said "Watch me hurt her and make her come," as he pulled a vicious looking flogger from the cabinet. Eve's heart raced as his strong hands had held her face close, his breath warming her cheeks.

Back in the middle of the room he stood in front of the girl.

"Beg!"

"Please master, flog me, hurt me, and make me come."

Eve was shocked at Masters next move. Rather than walk behind the young woman, he stepped back and slashed the flogger across the girls left breast. Sandy gasped in shock over and over as her beautiful breasts were assaulted. Shocked she may have been, but Eve could see moisture dribbling down the inside of the girl's thighs. Her gasping soon turned to panting with pleasure. Eve herself was dripping with excitement at the spectacle. Although the punished globes were now glowing bright pink there were no harsh stripes as would be left by a cane. With a loud scream Sandy came, her juices splashing on the floor while Master gave her a couple of final swipes before striding across to stand before Eve.

Not daring to touch herself, Eve stood, dribbling and panting at the spectacle and hoping for release. Master stood in front of her gently stroking the light flogger over her breasts. She was close. So close. Oh please, she thought. Master dropped the flogger, grabbed her engorged nipples through the fine material between finger and thumb nail and squeezed. The pain was so strong that she cried. To Eve it was like an electric shock coursing through her soul. The pain snaked through her body until it hit her core and she came so hard that her legs buckled. Master followed her down, supporting her by just her nipples as she sank to her knees. His excited breath wafted across her cheeks. Once she was safe he released her to calm down. 

Squatting in front of the shattered girl Master whispered "you want me inside you don't you? You are dripping for it."

"Yes please master," she was begging.

Grabbing her cheeks between his palms, Master pulled her face towards his where he held her close. Licking his lips, he stared at her with a smouldering gaze. 

Thinking that he was about to kiss her, Eve closed her eyes and parted her lips. Her heart fluttered with anticipation. 

"You will have to wait little one. Release the other one, clean up your messes and report to the Gym." He stood, used the remote to lower the chains that restrained Sandy and walked out.

Why can't he use a condom to have me? Eve thought, pouting.

Sandy was slumped exhausted hanging from the slack chains, her knees just touching the floor. After undoing her wrist and ankle cuffs Eve lowered the limp, sated girl to the floor and went looking for something to clean up the juices that puddled in two places on the floor. Finding a towel in an adjacent wash room she dampened it and soon had the floor clean. Her fingers wrapped around the flogger handle as she picked it up, reminding her of master's stiffness when she had sucked him earlier. Running her fingers over the strands of the flogger she was surprised at how soft they were. Her breath was short as she resisted the urge to use that handle which had so recently been in Master's hand to pleasure herself. Quickly she put the tempting implement in to the cabinet, closed it and, leaving Sandy to recover, went to the Gym. 

Riding an exercise bike in the Gym was a statuesque woman in a leotard and running shoes. Lathered in sweat she spied Eve tentatively entering the room which had a selection of exercise equipment.

"Well, aren't you a little cutie? Come closer so that I can inspect what I have to work with," the woman said as she climbed off the bike.

Even in her heels, Eve had to look up at the woman who was over six feet tall with an almost masculine physique, wide shoulders, muscular arms and close cropped hair above a chiselled face.

"Follow me," she said walking towards a raised platform in the centre of the room. "Stand on there with your hands on your head and don't move unless you want a spanking."

Eve stood on the platform while the woman closely inspected every part of the pretty girl. She prodded and poked Eves bottom, tummy and even gently squeezed her breasts. The woman then ran a finger along the gusset of the girl's soaked bikini bottom making her gasp with pleasure. The woman smirked as she sniffed and tasted her finger. Eve stoically endured this as she feared a spanking from this sweaty smelly woman.

"Hmm, you are a tasty little thing. I should get a few pounds off you with a little work. Get down, take those shoes off and we will start. You will call me Mistress."

Half an hour later, Eve was lathered in sweat and starting to stumble between exercises.

"That's enough for today, put those slutty shoes on and go to your room."

Shoes on, Eve stumbled out of the room. The woman who was standing near the door gave her a savage slap on her bottom as she passed. Retracing her earlier steps Eve found the corridor with the sleeping quarters. The first door on the left was slightly ajar and Eve could hear panting and the sound of skin slapping together coming from the room. Guessing that someone was having sex in the room, Eve hesitated.

"Oh Master, yes, yes. Please. Fill me. Make me cum!" Sandy squealed.

Eve quickly walked to her room. It's not fair, she thought. He's fucking that bitch. That should be me under him.

Sitting on her bed was a woman in a white nurse's uniform. 

"Who are you?" Eve asked.

"You may call me Nurse; I'm here to implant your contraceptive and to teach you about cleanliness. You stink, so get under the shower and quickly wash off.

Wrapped in a towel Eve soon returned.

"Drop the towel and sit on the bed. There is no modesty with me. I'm going to give you a local anaesthetic in your left arm and then make a small incision and slide the implant under the skin."

Eve couldn't watch as she hated injections. The procedure was soon over and she had a waterproof bandage around her arm. Nurse said that this would stop the bruising and needed to stay on overnight.

"Now I'll show you how to administer an enema," Nurse stated with a sly grin.

"Why?" Eve asked, shocked.

"Trust me. If you are going to take it in your bottom, it had better be clean in there. Your Master wouldn't want your dirt on his penis and you wouldn't like cleaning him off afterwards."

Suddenly Eve got it. He was might use her bottom until it was safe to use her cunny. She could see the sense in what nurse was saying. Knowing that anal sex must hurt, she shuddered at the thought. Well at least if he's in me he won't be doing it to that bitch Sandy, she consoled herself. 

An hour later, Eve was well and truly trained in the art of the enema. She wished that Nurse hadn't enjoyed filling her several times until it hurt. She wouldn't be filling herself that full when she did it.

"Clean yourself up, get dressed in the clothes I have laid out for you and make yourself presentable for dinner. Joan will come for you." She walked out and took Eve's shoes with her.

After a shower Eve sat naked at her dressing table, dried and brushed her hair and applied makeup. The clothes laid out consisted of a white front fastening corset, nude seamed stockings and a white thong. There were laces down the back of the corset which Eve imagined may be to tighten the fit of the corset. 

The corset, which was quite loose fitting, had miniscule cups that didn't even hide her nipples but added some lift to her full breasts. Once her stockings were clipped on, she checked for seam straightness and then put on the panties. They were a joke. They were a micro thong that covered nothing. After slipping in to a pair of red pumps with four inch heels, the lowest available, all she could do now was to wait for Joan. She had no idea of the time, but thought it must be meal time.

Joan arrived and sat on the bed. She explained that tonight she would eat dinner with the Master. If Master was happy with her, he might invite her to the play room. Eve guessed that was the room in which Sandy was punished. No matter how the evening turned out, she must be ready for work at nine the following day.

"First, we must tighten that corset. Face that wall and put your hands against the wall above your head height. Pretend you are getting frisked like they do on TV cop shows."

Eve complied, which allowed Joan to tighten the laces to compress Eve's waist by a couple of inches. Once Joan had finished Eve's hourglass figure was even more accentuated although Eve's found breathing a little difficult. A glance in the full length mirror made her smile as she looked shapelier than she had ever imagined was possible.

Eve was led to the dining room, tottering on her new heels, where master was seated at the head of a long dining table. In front of him was a large plate with a huge steak and many various vegetables on it. A full wine glass and bottle of Shiraz were within reach of the Master. There were no other settings. Unsure of what to do, Eve started to pull out a chair on the right of the Master.

"NO!" he said slapping her hand away from the chair, "you shall kneel at my side here," he pointed to a spot on the floor next to him.

Eve knelt next to the master and rested her bottom back against her calves.

"No resting for you girl, straighten yourself." Eve was forced to kneel with her thighs vertical and back straight.

"Much better, would you like a drink?"

"Yes please Master."

Offering a glass of Shiraz to the girl, he slapped her hand away when she reached for it. Forced to drink from masters glass as he tipped it towards her' Eve found it impossible not to dribble a little which splashed onto her breasts and stained her corset.

"Clumsy little girly, aren't you. I may have to punish you for that. I'm sure you look forward to a little play time don't you?" He smiled.

"Yes Master." She looked down, surprised and embarrassed at her body's reaction to his words. There was warmth spreading through her tummy and moisture at her between her thighs. Exposed as they were, her nipples tingled as they hardened. Master smiled as he watched her reaction to his words.




Eve's New Job Ch. 02



She sipped again at the offered glass which he cruelly tipped too quickly so more wine dribbled into her ample cleavage.

"Tut, tut," he said with a laugh. "You are such a klutz, but fortunately a pretty one. That stain suits you. Would you like some food?"

"Yes please master," she hesitantly answered, wondering if he would flick food at her to catch like a tamed seal. Her legs were starting to ache from the position she was forced to assume.

Master cut a piece of steak and offered it to her on his fork. It was delicious and tender. He ate a piece then offered her some more. Apart from her discomfort which was now turning into a tremble through her body Eve enjoyed the feeling of her dependence upon this handsome man.

"You may rest." He said kindly.

With great relief she slumped back against her calves. The meal progressed slowly with more wine spilled but enough food for Eve to feel reasonably sated.

Finally, Master said "time for a bit of fun and games, I think." He stood and helped the stiff legged girl to her feet. Supporting her while the pins and needles left her legs he said "you are a messy little thing. I think a little spanking is in order, don't you?"

Gulp. "Yes please Master," did I really say that? She thought.

"Do you know why I'm to spank you, little girly?"

"Because I spilled the wine Master."

"No. I will spank you because I enjoy spanking girls with lovely round bottoms like yours. Take off your thong and pass it to me."

"Yes Master." She slid the tiny garment down her legs and passed it to master who sniffed it, smiled and slipped it into his pocket. 

Taking her hand, he led her to the play room where, after seating himself on a timber and leather chair, he pulled the girl over his knee and immediately spanked her ample bottom with several hard slaps. Eve was soon crying at the pain inflicted upon her already punished bottom. While her makeup was ruined by her tears, moisture was also leaking from her aroused pussy and panting overcame her cries. 

With his free hand, master reached under her to stroke her clit. Only a few more minutes of spanking and stroking were needed to have the girl spasm into a shattering climax. 

Once Eve had calmed down, Master helped her off his lap and onto her feet before leading her to a leather topped bench, scooping her up in his powerful arms and laying her on the back. The bench was too short for eve to stretch out. Her head was at one end while her bottom was at the other leaving her legs hanging out. Quickly her Master pulled a leather strap over her belly and arms which were by her side securing it through a buckle. After securing her wrists with cuffs to the bench top, another shorter strap was pulled over her neck. She could now only move her head and legs. Master pulled each knee up to her chest and secured it with a large cuff and short chain to the bench.

Trussed as she, was eve was totally exposed and vulnerable with both her cunny and bottom available to be used.

"Are you going to fill my cunny Master?" the innocent girl asked.

"No! Why do you call your pussy that name?"

"That's what mummy called it. I think it sounds nicer than most of the other words. May I keep using it Master?"

"Ok, it's cute," he said as he blindfolded her. Then there was silence.

Trussed up like a Christmas turkey and feeling very vulnerable Eve was not uncomfortable but immobilised.

"Master! Are you here?" she was pleading.

There was silence until she heard clicking high heeled footsteps. Feeling a puff of breath on her pussy Eve gasped. Her clit was suddenly gripped by something. She heard sucking sounds, like someone slurping on a straw and felt her clit growing. Someone is sucking my clit. Eve thought, as she tingled with pleasure. Her excitement built and built. So close that she was moaning with pleasure, the lips were suddenly removed.

"Oh no. Don't stop. Please finish me." Heels clicked on the floor as her tormenter left the room. Who was that? Eve wondered. Joan, Sandy, who?

Silence was her answer until after some time; she had no idea how long, she heard the sound of entry into the room. Eve was sure that there were multiple people joining her. Apart from the rustle of what sounded like cloth sheets there was nothing else, only the sound of breathing until a soothing chant of some kind started. Eve was vaguely reminded of monks in a cathedral. 

Suddenly the bench supporting her head slowly lowered allowing her head flop backwards. Gasping with surprise Eve found a penis pushing into her mouth. Almost as a trained response she suckled on Master's cock. Well, she assumed it was Master's cock. He wouldn't would he? She relished the velvet texture of the head as she sucked and even felt a little power at her ability to arouse it. The invader stiffened dramatically until she had difficulty accommodating its girth in her mouth as it pushed against her gag reflex and retreated just before she vomited.

Something pinched her clit and stayed there. It felt to Eve like some kind of clamp, which suddenly started to gently vibrate sending a tingle through her tender bud. Heart beating faster and starting to pant at the stimulation, her already erect nipples hardened almost painfully, Eve's cunny was soon dripping wet with her juices running across her perineum and wetting her little bottom bud. There must be more than one of them she thought briefly before the penis in her mouth was pushed further in, once again testing her gag reflex. She moaned with relief when the thing was removed from her mouth and her head was once again supported by the bench.

"Master, is that you?" Silence, apart from the chanting was her answer.

Someone was scooping her juices from the folds of her pussy and from her bottom crack and lubricating her tight little ring. She was on the edge of climax as her clit; cunny and bottom were stimulated digitally. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed when a finger and then more were pushed inside her. Her tender little bottom was being stretched by four fingers when suddenly they were removed and something bigger pushed against the opening. 

Eve gasped as the invader was pushed against her little bud. Her climax was so close that she could almost ignore what she knew must be inevitable.

"Oh please Master, It's too big, you're hurting me." She cried and as tears welled in her eyes as the thing pushed against her bottom. The climax retreated a little.

She tried to relax her bottom which helped as the bulbous head of the invading penis suddenly popped past her tightness. She squealed at the pain. The vibe at her clitty increased pulling her climax closer. The invasion stopped while she calmed down a little and then she felt it relentlessly being forced inside her. She was relieved to find that the pain was not increasing. If anything it was diminishing a little as she felt Master's pubic bone bump against her cunny. Slowly master slid himself back until just the head was inside before he carefully pushed into the trussed girl again. Eve could feel this movement through the thin layers of tissue between her rectum and her pussy, which even with the pain was somewhat pleasurable especially when he was fully inside her and she could feel his body against her clitty.

As so often happened, her body responded to these new sensations with warmth and moisture which ran across her perineum to lubricate master's cock as it slid faster in and out of her. Soon the lubricious girl was panting with pleasure as she neared climax, which when it came was accompanied by a huge spurt of her love juices into Master's pubic hair. The cock continued its relentless pounding until with a gasp from her Master she felt his spasm inside her. Flopping forward, his full weight was on her as he recovered. The girl was struggling to breath. Her panting from the climax, the tight corset and Master's weight made breathing almost impossible.

"Master, I can't breathe," she gasped. The weight was gone as Master pushed himself up and off her. Apart from the chanting, Eve could hear his breathing as he walked to her head. The end of the bench was gently lowered again, making her mouth vulnerable again to his assault. The length of his manhood gently slid across her lips. Responding, Eve's tongue snaked from her mouth and lapped their shared juices from him as he it slid across her mouth before pushing the head into her hungry mouth. This is quite nice, she thought as she sucked the last drops of his juice from the slowly softening penis. She knew now why cleanliness was important in anal sex. 

It seemed like no time had passed before Master removed her treat and raised her head support. She could still hear him breathing close by.

"Thank you master," she mumbled, sated.

There was no reply, only the rustling of cloth as she was left alone with the music.

Wow, she thought her body coming down from its climactic high. That was intense. Dazed Eve almost drifted off.

High heels tapping on timber brought her back. Chanting stopped, blind fold removed and bonds gently removed Eve was carefully released by Joan. Eve sat on the edge of the bench swinging her legs to get the circulation going while Joan spoke.

"Once you can walk we shall go to your room where I will help you undress. You will shower and then sleep. I will wake you at 6.30 so that you can shower, do your hair and makeup before breakfast which will be at 7.30 precisely in the dining room. You will arrive for that meal naked apart from your shoes." Eve gasped before Joan continued. "After breakfast you will dress in your working uniform and wait until you are escorted to the sign on room. You will read in your cubicle until 12.00 when you will be returned to this floor. I'm sure that you will be too drained to read any more so the afternoon will be for lunch, exercise, rest and recreation. Your evening has not been mapped out yet."

Her legs having recovered, Eve was led back to her room. 

End of part 2. Please comment and inspire me to write more.



Eve's New Job Ch. 03



Eve starts work. As always all characters are over 21. 

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Master James was gently sliding his glorious cock in and out of her tight cunny as she lay on her back with her legs wrapped around him. The pain she had felt as he took her maidenhead had passed, replaced by a heady euphoria, a warm glow and the beginnings of her climax, when the sweat soaked sheet over her was ripped away. She had been sleeping and dreaming on her stomach with her fingers manipulating her clitty, her juices soaking the bottom sheet. Joan's hand slapped her beautiful bruised bottom. 

"Wake up girl; it's time to prepare for work. You have an hour to be ready for breakfast. No need for an enema this morning, just be clean, perfumed, hair styled and makeup done. Remember; come naked apart from shoes and jewellery. Breakfast will be in the dining room. You do realize that self-pleasure is forbidden don't you?" That said Joan left the girl's room.

Groaning, Eve dragged herself to the bathroom. Her legs were stiff from the bondage session she had succumbed to the previous night, so walking across the room was a struggle. She gasped as she sat carefully on the toilet as her bottom was sore, both inside and out from her various spankings and her first anal sex. She wondered if she could keep doing this job. Although her climaxes had been wonderful, the demands required to get that satisfaction were possibly more than she could stand. Suddenly she realised that her musing had wasted some of her precious time, so she was soon luxuriating under the warm soft spray of the shower. At least her muscles had freed up in the warmth of the shower.

Time slipped away, until Eve realised that she would have to hurry if not to be late. As quickly as possible the girl dried herself and followed Joan's instructions, quickly brushing her permed hair into shape and applying perfume and makeup. She was just slipping on her shoes as the clock hit 7.30. As quickly as she could Eve raced along the hall in her precarious heels and into the dining room.

Master was already seated at the head of the table and eating while a line of five naked beauties stood along one wall stiffly at attention as if on parade.

"It's so kind of you to join us, new girl. Inspection never starts until all trainees are present." Joan stated as she stood in front of the girls. "Stand with me while I check the others. Girls spread." All the girls separated their feet by about 18 inches.

Eve realised that apart from Sandy she knew none of the others. While they were all of differing heights, they were all voluptuous like she and Sandy with proud rounded breasts, narrowed waist and shapely hips and bottom. Unlike Eve, all the girls had some piercings. While all had pierced nipples and navel not all were as decorated as Sandy was between the thighs. Eve trembled at the thought that she may be forced to have similar decorations.

Standing in front of the first trainee, Joan reached out and gently ran her hand across the girls Venus mound. She stepped back.

"Eve, stroke that girl like I just did." Joan ordered.

Eve hesitated as she didn't think it was seemly to touch another woman's private parts. A stinging slap from Joan soon had her gently stroking the trembling young woman's mound.

"Now stroke her Vulva. What do you feel?"

"Prickles miss," Eve whispered, as she stepped back.

Addressing the other girl Joan said, "Go to your room immediately and wax those filthy hairs off. You will be punished when you return." The hapless girl raced out of the room while Joan continued the inspection and then addressed Master who was watching with some amusement at the spectacle.

"Only three infractions sir. Tardiness and masturbation from the new girl and that display of poor hygiene from the other." Joan smiled as she delivered her verdict.

"The new one will keep until this afternoon. I'll do the other when she returns." He returned to his meal.

"You may all eat now girls." Eve followed the others to the buffet, loaded her plate a healthy mix of non-fattening food from the sumptuous selection, grabbed a juice and returned to the table where the others were eating daintily. She was seated around the corner of the table from Master who was appraising her closely and absently licking his lips. A gentle tingling, warmth and moisture invaded her core, as her heart raced.

With difficulty she managed to finish her fruit and juice, just as the prickly girl, now freshly waxed returned. She had obviously rushed as her mound and lips looked quite pink against the pale skin of her tummy and thighs as she headed for the buffet.

"No food for you this morning girl, corner time for you, NOW!" The hapless girl placed herself facing into one corner of the room while the others finished their meal.

Eve followed the others as they lined up along a wall, while the corner girl waited.

"Go to the cabinet, select a cane and assume the position," Master whispered ominously.

Quickly, the girl grabbed a cane from a nearby cabinet and passed it to her Master. She dragged one of the heavy chairs from the table and bent herself over the back of the chair so that her beautiful bottom was facing the line of girls. Spreading her feet out to the rear legs of the chair exposed her puffy lips which Eve noticed had no piercings. Trembling, the girl waited.

Finally Master rose and placed himself behind the waiting girl. He caressed her bottom gently. He ran his fingers over her sex. She panted. He savoured the perfume of her arousal on his fingers.

Leaning in close to the girl, Master asked, "When will you get the pussy piercings that I desire?"

"Master, I fear that they will hurt," she replied tremulously.

Stepping back he slashed the cane across the stretched skin of her fine bottom with a mighty blow.

"Will it hurt as much as that did?" he asked almost kindly.

After a scream the girl began to sob.

"Please master, forgive me, and don't hit me again."

Leaning in close to her ear, "If you get pierced I will reduce this punishment from ten to just one more strike. This is not a negotiation. Decide now!" 

The girl was a sobbing mess when she responded. "I'll take the jewellery Master."

"Joan; bring the butterfly."

What? Eve wondered.

Joan clipped a small device onto the girl's clitoris and flicked a switch on a remote control. The girl gasped as the device vibrated and passed tiny electrical shocks through her most sensitive place. Within moments her thighs were soaked with juices as the butterfly dragged her thoughts away from her stinging bottom towards climax. 

Her screams of ecstasy brought Master's final cane strike. She didn't feel it. The girls were dismissed to their rooms to dress.

"Wait! New girl," Master demanded.

Eve stopped dead and turned to him, trembling with fear. What now? She wondered.

"I want you pierced today, starting at the bottom and working up to your teats." Master's tone was nasty as he said this.

Eve was shocked as she replied tearfully "I won't do it. It will hurt. I didn't sign on for this. This is not my job." Defiantly she tried to stare him out and failed.

Master smiled "We will see, little one, you may go! Think hard about it while working this morning."

Eve, trembling with fear was a little moist as she walked back to her room where she brushed, flossed and dressed in her standard working uniform. Search as she might there was not a pair of panties to be found in her drawers.

OH! She thought. I have to be at the elevator in one minute. She stumbled out of the room and just made the lift as the other girls entered.

Exiting the lift the girls went to their work stations, Eve found her way to Joan's office.

"Please miss, I can't find any undies in my room."

"They have been removed. You are more accessible without them."

"What about when, you know, when it's that time?"

"Don't worry yourself about that, we will take care of you." 

"Ok, I won't be forced to do stuff I don't like here will I?"

"Be careful new girl, you are in the eye of the storm here. Think hard on your career before you make big decisions with long term results. Follow me."

Their heels clicked on the polished timber floor as Joan led the girl down a hall to her reading cubicle. This was a large glass walled box with a chair, desk and many wires and sensors. There were two other chairs placed in corners facing towards her work station. Joan led Eve into the room. The chair which had small lockable wheels on each leg was separated from the desk by a couple of feet. Eve was strapped into the seat. Metal straps trapped her thighs holding them apart, while another strap pulled her waist back into the chair. The seat was soft and forgiving to her bruised bottom, a hard ridge which stretched back to front parting the lips of her special place. After the chair was wheeled to the desk sensors were placed upon a finger, her arm and her chest, reminiscent of a lie detector. Her wrists were manacled to the desk and a tablet placed in her hands. 

"Read!" Joan snarled as she left the room. 

The story was a simple BDSM romance. Billionaire seduces office girl and turns her on to the scene. As Eve had read little pornography she was soon entranced at the way the girl was slowly turned from an innocent into addicted sex slave. Eve's excitement grew slowly as the story was a slow burner. After an hour of reading her body was readily responding to the stimulating words. Pussy dribbling and skin carrying sheen of perspiration she was certain that she would climax soon when suddenly the screen went blank and Joan entered the cubical.

"Oh no!" Eve moaned in frustration as her body came off the boil.

"Time for a break. You need to keep hydrated. We noticed that you are losing a lot of moisture through your skin and pussy." Said Joan nastily.

I fact Joan just wanted to stop her coming. Once the manacles were removed Eve was able to drink a large glass of sports drink while she was left for half an hour. The excitement she had felt was all but gone leaving her feeling quite flat

"I hope you are thinking about your piercings while you are reading." Joan said, mischievously as she manacled the girl's wrists to the desk and placed the tablet in her hands.

"No I'm not thinking about them, it's just not going to happen," Eve replied angrily.

Joan laughed as she left the seething girl to her reading.

Another hour of reading had eve approaching climax again, the story had turned quite romantic, when the tale took an unexpected turn with the Master demanding that the girl have her pussy pierced. Eve came off the edge immediately and swore quietly. The screen went blank. Eve just sat and shook with fury. She hated them all.

Master and Joan entered her room, pulled the spare seats to the desk and sat. Master sat immediately in front of the fuming girl while Joan sat to one side.

"You will have those piercings done this afternoon, you have no choice," Master stated in a matter of fact tone.

"No fucking way you bastard, I quit. Take these fucking restraints off now, I'm leaving." Eve tried to spit at him but her mouth was too dry.

"Joan, explain to this little toy exactly why she will not be leaving and why she will comply with my every wish," Master replied quietly.

"You won't leave because you have nowhere to go. When our people were in your flat yesterday we put all your possessions into storage, paid out the lease and handed the keys back. This isn't your home city; all your friends and family are on the other side of the country. You have a couple of dollars in your purse, credit card maxed out, no credit on your phone and you owe us five grand for your clothes, board and tuition."

"I don't care! I'll still go you bitch." Angry Eve spat back.

Joan laughed "well little girly, you will leave here naked. Apart from your handbag and purse, everything else is ours. We might let you keep the shoes. Of course we will pursue you through the courts to recover what you owe."

"I don't care you fucked bitch, I'll go naked if I have to, get arrested and bring the cops down here and get you all locked up," she sobbed hysterically.

"And you think the police will believe a naked slut like you making allegations against a well-respected publishing house?"

"I'll take my chances."

"Well before you go, have a look at the nice little promo video we have of you on the tablet."

Eve watched in horror as the short film played. Every lewd act that she had been involved in over the last twenty four hours had been faithfully recorded, oral, anal, masturbation, touching another woman's private parts, having her clit sucked by another woman and her climaxes as she was spanked and caned. By the end she was crying uncontrollably with her head down on the table.

Joan snickered. "Oh I forgot one other possession you still have. Your laptop is here and our IT guys have cracked your passwords. We know your email address and its password. You have quite an address list don't you? I'm sure your friends and family would love a little message from you explaining how much you enjoy your new acting career. You would of course attach the little film clip to show them all how good you are at your new job."

"Oh no! No! No! No! This isn't happening," Eve cried out. She was almost catatonic. Her tears pooled on the table.

"I own you little girly. Get used to it." Master placed his large hands over her tiny ones and squeezed gently "Trust me, things will get better."

Eve was surprised when she felt almost an electrical energy flowing from his fingers into hers. The hard ridge between the folds of her sex vibrated gently. So gently at first that she almost missed it, but gradually increasing soon her body betrayed her as it responded to the stimulation.

"Look at me Eve." She peeked at him through her tears. "You will be pierced, it will hurt a little but you know that in this company pain is always accompanied with pleasure."

"So I'm just a slave to your will am I?" she blubbered.

"If you want to interpret it that way you can. But ask yourself how many slaves get paid a hundred grand a year?"

"Really? That much?" Eve plucked up a little. Can I trust these pricks? She thought.

"That's with performance bonuses etc. For instance; each piercing is worth a thousand." He reached across the desk and wiped her tears away with a tissue and mopped the drizzle of moisture dripping from her nose.

"Why are you so keen to pierce me? And why so soon?"

"When is your period due?" he asked.

A little shocked Eve answered "about a week I think."

"Once that is over you will be safe to use. I want you all healed up before I take you. As for why am I so keen. It's because I love the look of metal through waxed flesh. "

Eve just stared at him. All this time her body was responding to the warmth of his hands and the tingling from the seat to her pussy. For a second she flashed back to her dream from a few hours earlier. She could see his turgid cock, slick with her juices, stretching her cunny as he gently slipped it in and out of her. 

"Look Eve, I think you have the potential to be the best employee we have ever trained. Are we good to go on this?" he said kindly.

Close to her climax, she found it hard to concentrate. She knew she really was trapped.

"Ok, you win, I'll do it," she gasped as the orgasm hit her. Her shoulders were being massaged gently and she realised that Joan had moved behind her.

"Good girl." Whispered Joan quietly, close to her ear. "It will all be good. You'll see."

The climax rolled over her, her panting turned into a shriek blocking all around her for several moments. She collapsed on the desk.

Stripped to her lingerie, the tamed girl awoke in her bed drained by the physical and mental exercise of her morning. The bedside clock told her that she had lost a couple of hours since her submission in the glass box. Hunger gnawed at her belly, driving her out of bed and to the ensuite. Quickly she washed her face, fixed her makeup, hair and slipped back into her work clothes and shoes and went looking for food. Master was seated in the lounge room and called her to him.

"How are you my little gem?" He asked gently as he stood to greet her. Eve tingled at the complimentary name he used for her.

"Hungry, Master."

Leading her by one hand he took her to the dining table, sat her down and disappeared into the kitchen, soon returning with a bowl of Caesar salad and a tall glass of juice. Standing up from placing the bowl in front of the girl he lightly brushed his lips across her forehead before sitting adjacent to her. She gasped at the tenderness of the touch.

Feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze Eve managed to eat her delicious meal, all the time speculating on what her fate would be for the rest of the day. She would soon find out.

"I have decided to hold off on your punishment for your infractions, rudeness and intransigence this morning. I will take care of that in the evening session after dinner. This afternoon you will return to your room and wash yourself thoroughly. Return to me in the lounge room looking your ravishing best in an hour. Dress as you were for breakfast." He reached across, took her hand and brought to his lips. "You may go, little gem." He said to the shell shocked sub.

Almost skipping with her euphoria at his new attitude to her, Eve returned to her room and quickly prepared herself. Taking great care that every part of her appearance was perfect she returned to him sashaying down the hall, naked apart from shoes and into his view with an exaggerated sway to her gorgeous hips and bottom. She was sure that a little gasp escaped his parted lips as he smiled. Her heart skipped a beat.

"On time for once, good girl," taking her hand he led his little toy towards the gym. Opening a door next to the gym he led her into a small room with what looked like a dentist's chair. The chair was enhanced with a pair of adjustable stirrups protruding from its squab. Seated on a wheeled stool, dressed in scrubs was a pretty woman, who stood and helped Eve into the chair, removed her shoes and positioned and locked the girl's feet into the stirrups. Deftly the technician adjusted the chair so that Eve was laying back, ankles high and spread so that access to her cunny was totally unobstructed. Eve felt totally defenceless. She trembled with fear of the coming ordeal.

"Make an exact replica of Sandy's decorations. Be careful with her, she is a bit flighty. You had better give her something to take her mind off it. Perhaps an egg would help."

"Yes sir." The girl turned and reached into a sterilising bath with her gloved hand and retrieved a small shiny metal egg, which she set aside to dry, while she manipulated Eve's clitty until her lips glistened with her slickness. Carefully, the girl inserted the tiny egg into Eve's wet and waiting cunny, finding that she could just get it past the now excited girl's partly intact hymen, a short flexible wire attached to one end of the egg and protruded between her labia. Gasping as the invader entered her secret place, Eve moaned as the little device started to gently vibrate.

"Watch me through the procedure. If it hurts too much I will know and help you with the egg." Master was sitting in a comfortable leather chair nearby holding the remote control. "What is your favourite food?"

"I love ice cream, Master."

"Think about ice cream when it hurts. It will help."

An hour later, Eve was surprised to find the ordeal not nearly as bad as she expected. The technician was an expert, master held her on the edge of climax for the duration even the ice cream idea helped. Yes it hurt but she coped. Master rewarded her by winding the egg up to maximum and forcing her climax once the last ring was placed in her left nipple. After receiving instructions about looking after the wounds and what analgesics to use, the egg was removed and Master dismissed her.




Eve's New Job Ch. 03



"Go to your room and rest. You will be woken with plenty of time to prepare for this evening's entertainment."

Walking back to her room Eve felt a little throbbing pain from between her thighs. The main sensation was of weight pulling gently against her lips and nub. She was happy to flop on her bed and soon slipped into a dreamless sleep, waking a couple of hours later when Sandy gently shook her shoulder.

"May I see your jewellery?" Sandy asked.

"Ok; I suppose so." Eve was reluctant but she had become compliant to any request after the morning catharsis, even a request from a fellow slave, as she now felt herself to be.

Bed covers pulled back, the girl spread her legs so Sandy could view her cunny.

"OH yes, they are very pretty. You have such a lovely neat and tidy pussy."

"How long will they take to heal?" Eve asked.

"Usually a few months to completely heal, but with care you will be usable in a couple of weeks if he's gentle with you."

"Usable? You make me sound like I'm an appliance. Will he be gentle do you think?" Eve sounded petulant.

"He will be, trust me, he is a wonderful lover as are all the owners. Just go with the flow girl you'll be surprized at how good the ride can be here. You have two hours to be ready for this evening. Take your time to clean yourself inside and out. Do your hair and makeup and I'll return with my clothes. We can help each other dress. Those corset laces are impossible on your own. I want to show off my new special outfit too." Sandy lent over and brushed her lips across Eve's and left the surprised girl to prepare herself.

All clean and perfumed, Eve was sitting at her dressing table completing her makeup when Sandy flounced into her room carrying her clothes which she carefully laid out on the bed. At Sandy's suggestion the girls slid into their white under bust corsets and took turns at lacing each other up to make their waists quite wasplike. Although the garments restricted their breathing and ability to bend over their vanity was massaged by their reflections. Usually the girls would have slipped into their stockings before being laced up. Now with their difficulty in bending, they each helped the other with their fine silk hose. Sandy tingled as Eve slid the stockings up her shapely legs, straightened her seams and fastened them to the garters attached to her corset.

Noticing the letter J emblazoned on Sandy's buttock Eve asked; "how did you get that?"

"It was branded onto me." She replied nonchalantly.

"Burnt on like a cow? Did it hurt?"

"Oh yes! Like hell but trust me it has all been worth it since. You will find out why soon."

Panting quietly with excitement, Sandy was a little damp as she helped Eve with her stockings, "accidently" brushing Eve's newly pierced bud with the back of her hand. Eve gasped with shock at the forbidden touch to her tender and oh, so sensitive nub.

When Sandy stood, she did so slowly, running her hands over the other girl's body, grazing her nipples before brushing her painted lips gently over Eves. That gentleness soon became passionate with tongues intertwined and exploring. The fullness of their breasts pressed to each other as the heady aroma of their excitement perfumed the room. When Sandy's fingers invaded Eve's moist and secret place, she initially responded before breaking away from girls embrace.

"No Sandy! I'm not like that, please don't do it."

"I'll bet with time that I could turn you, little gem."

"Little Gem? Where did you hear that?" Eve was surprised to hear the term that Master had used repeated so soon by Sandra.

"Master used it earlier today as I was coming down off a monster orgasm. He was quite excited after a heavy session, training some recalcitrant girl this morning. After he had tamed her, he needed release so he came to me. In fact; he was lying on my back and still hard inside me when he described you as a little gem. He had already taken me to climax once in the missionary position, before flipping me over and taking me to the edge again from behind. When he was ready to pop, he crushed my nipples which pushed me over the edge with him."

Fuming, Eve tried to block the image of Master rutting with this bitch. How dare the bastard talk about her enslavement to just another red shoe? 

"We had better fix our make up and get going." Smiling, Sandy repaired her ruined lipstick.

While Eve fixed her own smeared lipstick Sandy slipped into a gorgeous sheath dress made of fine white stretch material which hugged her intimately, following her every curve. Ankle length, it was split on either side all the way to her stocking tops. Her feet slid into a pair of white, six inch stilettos while Eve fitted her standard issue red work shoes. Grabbing a little clutch with spare makeup Eve followed Sandy's luxurious bottom as it undulated through her snugly fitted dress to the lounge room where most of the other girls waited, chatting quietly together. Why is she out of uniform? Eve wondered.

Joan walked in wearing a black formal gown, which prompted the girls, apart from Sandy, to line up along the wall for inspection. After the girls had passed muster, Joan dismissed them to continue chatting until Master arrived. Eve was bored by the vacuous discussion about hair, makeup and jewellery that seem to be the only subjects the in which the girls were interested.

Master's entry, wearing a dinner suit with white bow tyre, signalled the arrival of a maid carrying a tray loaded with glasses of Champaign which were greedily attacked by the girls after Master, Joan and Sandy had been served.

Joan clapped her hands to gain every one's attention.

"Gather around and listen," Master said. "I would like to congratulate Sandra upon her promotion to PA to the chairman. She will be leaving us tomorrow to take up her new post. As you know, the Chairman married his previous PA. She has proved to be a wonderful breeder, already carrying his future heir. In that condition she is obviously no longer suitable to be a PA so he has chosen Sandra, now fully qualified to fill that role. Raise your glasses and toast to Sandra's future."

As the well-wishing continued, Eve wondered what the hell she had gotten herself trapped into with this crazy company. Was Sandy to be really a PA or was that a euphemism for something else? An escort or personal companion perhaps, seemed more likely? She must find out.

When the opportunity arrived, she managed to get Sandy alone for a few minutes.

"So what exactly are the duties of PA to the chairman?" Eve asked guilelessly. 

Quietly Sandy answered, "All the directors of the company need the services of a trained consort. In fact many wealthy and powerful friends of the company also need good consorts. There is a dramatic shortage of suitable trainees, so once trained they command very high prices which are fed back into the coffers of the company. The girls themselves are paid exceptionally well as they only have a short career before they are replaced with a younger model. Of course some of them end up marrying the boss, as they say. I expect to retire in a few years, very wealthy and able to do as I wish for the rest of my life. Just think of the following words and you can't go wrong: shapely, sexy, salubrious, slinky, submissive and salacious."

"What about slave?" Eve asked.

"Put that spin on it if you wish, but I'm happy to be branded that way. One huge benefit is that all these men are fantastic lovers. They have enormous appetites and stamina. I love the way they dominate us, use us and reward us with pleasure. You have only just started to experience the possibilities of this lifestyle." Sandra smiled and looked over Eves shoulder. 

Hands on hips and angry, "well I don't intend to be anyone's slave!" Eve responded.

A mighty slap on her bottom stopped her commented further.

"Is that so my little gem? I guess you are ready to send that email to all your contacts then." Master said firmly.

Shoulders slumped; Eve knew her bravado was finished.

"I'm sorry master, forgive me, I'll be good I promise."

"Oh you will be good alright. Just wait until tonight. You will be the star of the play room." He walked off laughing.

*

Thank you, dear reader for reading part 3. Please comment, even if you hated it all or some of it. I need inspiration to start part 4. 



Eve's New Job Ch. 04



Eve 4: All characters are over 21 years old.




James, having just pulled his latest acquisition into line, found a comfortable seat which gave him a good view of his stable of luscious fillies. James drank a fine Shiraz, rather than the bubbles the girls enjoyed which added to his mellow satisfied feeling, knowing he effectively owned these perfect creatures. While some allowed him to control them voluntarily because they were naturally submissive and easily open to the lure of promised wealth, a couple had taken some persuasion to stay within his clutches. And then there was the new one.

Blackmail wasn't something that James normally used. Had it not been Eve, he would have paid her off and let her go. This girl was just so perfect that he had felt ill earlier in the day, thinking that she may leave. Watching her now, he marvelled at how different she was to the rest while at the same time fitting the same mould. Her figure was just a little more lush, skin a little paler and unblemished bar the bruising on her bottom from his punishments. The girl just glowed with sexual energy while still being an innocent. His penis stirred a little as he imagined taking her virginity. How long since he had one? Sure he had popped lots of virgin bottoms over the years, but that wasn't the same was it? A vision of his red hot brand permanently marking her beautiful creamy buttock, stirred his passion even further. The thought of her screams stiffened him further. He may need to relieve the pressure before dinner. Strangely he was disturbed at the thought of assaulting such perfection so cruelly. In the past he enjoyed getting a girl to beg for the extreme pain that accompanied the hot brand, which signified their graduation. With this one he wasn't so sure. It was almost sacrilege to sully such heavenly flesh. Oh well, he thought, there was plenty of time to decide.

Eve almost felt the heat of his gaze as he watched her, making her blush. She tried to concentrate on the rubbish that one of her companions was expounding, but felt drawn to peek to see if he still watched her. Joan having tapped Sandy on her shoulder whispered to her and led her to Master who had slid to the edge of his chair and spread his legs. Kneeling between his spread legs Sandy kept her head bowed while Master gently squeezed her nipples through the thin material of her dress and whispered to her. Submissively the beauty listened attentively, nodding and answering his questions until he dismissed her. Standing, she turned, Master gave her bottom a friendly slap, sending her on a bee line to Eve.

"He wants to talk to you," she said to Eve, smirking as she said it.

"What does he want?" Eve asked with a tremor in her voice.

"Just go. Don't make him wait," was the curt reply.

James' cock twitched as the voluptuous creature swayed seductively across the room and stood before him.

"Kneel," he tried to sound stern.

Gracefully Eve immediately knelt between his knees. Master reached out and fondled her tender nipples, then grasped her new rings which hurt her a little and sent signals deep into her belly. She immediately felt herself moisten.

Master spoke quietly "tonight is Sandy's graduation party in the play room. All the directors will be there as will all you girls. A graduate from here is allowed to request how she can be used for her final night. I won't go into all the details of her night, but she has requested that she wants the foreplay performed by a girl. The chosen one will use her tongue, lips and mouth to get her close to climax so she is ready for the next phase."

Eve was sure she knew who the chosen one would be.

"Please Master, I'm not a lesbian, don't make me do it. I won't do it!"

"So!" He paused. "You still think you have a choice? I own you! Remember!"

Breaking down the girl sobbed "I won't do it. It's yucky!"

"Ok! Strip and leave. You can keep the shoes; we'll give you your bag and laptop which we no longer need. The message to all your contacts is primed and ready to go. It will be sent as you walk out the door."

"Oh please master, don't do this to me. Can't you just punish me? Why do you want me to do unnatural acts?" Tears streaked her face.

"I own you and will make you do whatever pleases me. If I choose to set you free it will be under my terms. It's crunch time, last chance, choose to submit or leave and suffer the consequences."

The sobbing girl slumped, which stretched her tender nipples which Master still held. Her tears dripped onto her magnificent breasts.

"Ok Master I'll do it," she whispered and sniffed back another sob.

"Good girl, go and fix your make up in your room and return as soon as you are composed."

His prick hardened as he watched his beautiful toy sway out of the room. Quickly he stood and grasped the nearest girl by one wrist and dragged her out of the room towards the corridor where the girl's rooms were. Soon he was on the girl's bed, lying back while the girl hungrily sucked his rampant cock while rubbing her hard clitty. The door was ajar so this scene was just visible from the corridor.

As Eve passed the slightly open door she heard the slurping sound of enthusiastic oral sex. Peeking, she could see Master lying back while a girl girls head bobbed up and down as she engulfed his engorged tool. Angrily Eve stomped back to the party, hating both master and the slut. Why didn't he choose me to do that? She thought. Quickly downing two glasses of bubbles she joined in the vacuous discussions, the alcohol gradually calming her. 

Master returned about twenty minutes later followed a little later by the smiling girl with freshly applied lipstick. Hating the bitch, Eve glared at her. When the girl joined their little group Eve thought she could see a drop of fresh semen nestling in the slut's cleavage. Filthy tart, you haven't even cleaned up properly mused Eve, wishing she could slap her.

With a clap of hands, Joan announced that dinner was served. The girls dutifully followed master and Joan to the dining table. All stood while Master seated Sandy on his left and then beckoned Eve to sit on his right. Once Master was seated at the head of the table and Joan at the other end the rest of the girls sat. Three pretty maids served several delicious courses each accompanied by wines, in which the girls all indulged themselves. Only Master, Joan and Eve restrained themselves. Even with controlled drinking Eve felt a little tipsy. She was not a seasoned drinker. Master's presence so close to her was unsettling causing a tingling tightness in her tummy and moisture on her cunny lips which would soon be pooling on the leather of her seat. By concentrating hard she was able to enjoy her meal and the wine, all the while wondering if she would be able to service Slut Sandy's needs as Master had demanded. She knew that it would only be possible if she shut her eyes and thought of something pleasant. 

Once dinner was finished master tapped his glass with a spoon to gain the girl's attention.

"You will be all waiting outside the play room in an hour. Be prepared for anything. Make sure that you are clean and fragrant in every way, as you never know what will be demanded of you." He rose and left the room. The girls quickly followed and returned to their rooms.

On time, for a change, Eve waited with the other girls having cleaned herself thoroughly as she presumed that anal sex may be on her menu for tonight. Of course that would depend upon her oral performance on the slut's cunny. Sandy, leaning against the wall and smirking at her did not go unnoticed by Eve. Oh how she wished she could find the courage to bight the bitch's clit off.

"Come on in ladies," Joan said as she entered the play room, the layout of which had changed since Eve's last session. 

On one side of the room were arranged several comfortable leather chairs grouped in a semicircle around a large coffee table. A cute maid dressed in black and white stood at attention nearby. Along the opposite wall were six saddle like devices mounted on legs. Eve had no idea what they were for. Two chains that Eve had seen before dangled from the ceiling above eyebolts protruding from the floor. These were set up at right angles to the row of saddles and the chairs. The leather toped bench which had been the site of Eve's ravishment was also set up near the centre of the room. 

"Eve! Wait in the corner near the cabinet. Sandy! Wait near the bench. Girls! Mount the Sybians."

As Eve went to her position, she noticed that the Saddles, which she now knew as sybians, each had a dildo mounted upon their top. Each girl slipped out of her thong, straddled one of the devices and impaled herself upon the dildo. Once the girls were seated Joan remotely raised each Sybian until its riders feet were just resting on the floor. 

The chant that Eve remembered from her previous visit to the room started as six people wearing hooded robes entered the room and seated themselves in the leather chairs. Their features were impossible to discern in the dim light. The maid served each of them with a drink, while Joan addressed the girls.

"I will start the Sybians. You may not cum until permission is given. You will be punished if you cum early. Sandy! Get the dress off and climb up on the bench."

Eve heard a gentle humming coming from the sybians and a little gasp from one of the girls. Meanwhile, Sandy had slipped out of the dress and thong and was laying back on the bench, knees apart, with her just her calves hanging over the edge.

Joan buckled leather cuffs with metal rings attached to Eve's wrists and ankles.

"Eve! You know what is required. Get to work and get that girls pussy good and wet."

Eve swayed deliciously but tentatively over to the waiting girl. The watchers waited patiently while Eve placed herself between Sandy's knees and leant forward until her nose was close to her waiting target.

Wafting into her nostrils was the heady perfume of an excited woman. Eve knew that smell well, as it was her ever present nemesis as her body so regularly betrayed her, as it was doing now. Why was she getting moist when they were demanding that she do something repugnant to her? She wasn't worried about the taste; she had tried her own and found the taste pleasant enough, though not as nice as chocolate or ice cream. Just the idea of eating another woman's cunny was demeaning. Trying to just think of Master's beautiful cock, she slid her tongue along the waiting slick groove between those puffy lips until she lightly brushed the clit. Sandy's gasp distracted her cock focussed mind, and she reeled back in horror at what she had just done.

Strong hands grabbed her upper arms, stood her upright and dragged her away from her task. In what felt like seconds but which in reality were some minutes, Eve found herself stretched tight and spread by the chains from the ceiling and the eye bolts in the floor. Feet spread a yard apart; stiletto shoes barely touching the floor while her weight was taken by her arms. She was totally exposed and vulnerable to any cruelty that her masters may inflict upon her. In front of her another girl had taken her place and was noisily lapping at Sandy's sopping pussy. Sandy was panting hard.

"I think you are wasting your time with this one James. Sure she is beautiful, but she is too wilful and innocent." Eve heard the chairman say. "If it was my choice I would strip her, give her a good caning and set her free."

"Oh! No!" Eve sobbed. 

"Otherwise, why not sell her to Mistress R. At least we would recover some of our wasted investment? With a little chemical assistance she'll be doing any perverted task that R demands of her within days. With her looks R will make a fortune out of her until all that fades."

"Oh please Masters don't throw me out. I belong here! I belong to you! Punish me, make me obey but please don't sell me." The hysterical girl cried, tears pouring down her cheeks, ruining her makeup and dripping onto her magnificent breasts. "I'll do anything to stay with you," sobbed the blubbering creature. Her body shook with terror.

Looking at the shattered but beautiful creature suspended in front of him, James found a disturbing image flash briefly in front of him. He saw Eve's lush form, wasted, covered with needle tracks, complexion ravaged, toothless and diseased. He knew then that he must train her to save her.

Sandy's screaming climax diverted him for a moment before he turned back to his chained and trembling slave. Three well hung naked young men stood nearby. They seemed to be waiting for this moment.

Grasping Eve's chin, James pulled her face close to his and whispered "I'll keep you, but be assured that the rules have changed. There will be more pain and less pleasure until I'm sure you are broken. Where we go from there is up to you. Shortly I'm going to cane you for all today's infractions. Think on that while we cater to Sandy's graduation, I'll want your commitment then."

Soon, sandy had impaled herself upon one of the naked man supine on the leather bench. She leaned forward exposing her pink anus to assault by yet another man's penis. This double penetration soon became triple when yet another man pushed his prick into her waiting mouth. The four soon developed a rhythm which ensured that all Sandy's lust holes were filled deeply and assured her pleasure. First to cum was the one in her throat. Once his seed was deposited he retreated which allowed Sandy's panting pleasure to be vented to the watching crowd.

Sandy's second screaming orgasm for the evening was followed quickly by the other two dumping their load into the writhing, sweating girl. Eve was equally repulsed and fascinated by the scene as it unfolded before her. Juices made her inner thighs wet and soaked her stocking tops. Was this what he would expect of her? As Sandy climbed off the supine lover, one of the sybian riding girls came loudly.

"You were warned. No coming without permission," Joan growled as she pulled the girl from the saddle. "You will ride the wooden pony for half an hour as punishment." Eve watched as the crying begging girl was dragged to the infernal device and lifted on to it. It was obvious that the girl was in for a very uncomfortable thirty minutes as the pointed bar upon which she perched dug into the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

Her attention was drawn away from that unfolding scene by James addressing her.

"Well; my little gem I have some questions for you. If I ordered it, would you clean those three pricks which have been inside Sandy?"

"Yes master," she replied tentatively. After all, she had cleaned off Master's penis before.

"Very good. Look at sandy."

Sandy was leaning against the bench where she had recently been pleasured. Semen mixed with her own juice was leaking from her pussy and bottom and coating her inner thighs.

"Will you clean Sandy if I ask you to?"

Shuddering and repulsed Eve hesitated before whispering," yes master." 

"I'm unconvinced. I think there is still some rebellion hiding inside that pretty exterior. That's ok, I will enjoy correcting you. Are you staying or going?"

"What choice is that?" she spat back at him. "I stay while you try to break me, or I'm sold to some psycho bitch. At very best I'm thrown naked and penniless on the street."

"Got some courage back have you?" James laughed. "What if I gave you your skirt and blouse to cover yourself, you'd still be penniless of course but at least you'd stay out jail for a while and you'd be free. So that's the choice; go or stay."

Eve was torn. She couldn't answer. The option was a little better but still fraught with danger. Master was standing so close she could smell his maleness. Her body was betraying her as usual.

"Make a decision little girl. I want to have some fun tonight. If not with you, I'll enjoy one of the others."

"I'll stay. Break me if you will," she said with unconvincing bravado.

"Good girly. Joan! Gag her. I need to punish her for those infractions."

Quickly Joan forced a rubber ball into the restrained girl's mouth and secured it with leather straps around her head. Master disappeared from her sight.

The only sounds in the room were from the remaining girls panting on the sybians, sobbing from the pony girl and the chanting. Most eyes were on Eve.

Suddenly her bottom exploded with burning pain. Her attempted scream came out as a muffled gurgle as her tears welled up. The searing pain was repeated five more times turning her into a mess of pain and tears only supported by the chains. Master appeared in front of her, sliding his belt back into the loops on his pants. Running his fingers between the folds of her sex he was pleased to find her still moist.

"Take the gag out." Joan complied. Eve sobbed.

"Broken yet?" he asked quietly.

All Eve could do was sob and shake her head.

"Looks like I will have to flog you." He walked over to the cabinet of toys, selected a flogger and returned. 

There was a short pause as the sobbing girl was lifted off the pony and carried to the bench where she was laid on her back. Through her tears Eve could see that the girl's pussy looked a little swollen and red. Joan gently rubbed some soothing balm into the folds of the girl's sex and then popped a vibrating egg inside. Joan warned her again not to cum without permission.

Gasping, Eve peered through her tears at the wicked looking whip in Master's hand. Short handled with multiple foot long strands, the girl was sure that she was in for some extreme torture. I wonder why they haven't gagged me. She thought. 

Smiling wickedly, James stepped back, raised the flogger and flicked it down onto Eve's bare left breast making sure that only the tips of each strand touched her delicate skin. He then flicked it back upwards so that it hit the underside of the same breast. Carefully he reached out and gently stroked the now pink skin.

Eve had flinched as she saw the flogger falling towards her breast but was surprised at how little it actually hurt. The sensation was that of multiple stings which disappeared quite quickly. 

James repeated the down and then upward slashes upon the other breast and stood back to watch the result. He smiled at the lovely colouring developing on her magnificent breasts. He was sure that her nipples had hardened a little. After a momentary pause he repeated the procedure on each breast in turn. Now he could see that those nipples were hard and lifting their decorative rings away from her areolas.

Eve was shocked that the sensation from the flogger was of a sting that turned into a tingle. That tingle, in turn invaded her lower belly with warmth and need. She gasped when she felt something hard and rough slide across cunny. She soon realised that it was the handle of the flogger as Master pushed it against her lips. She could smell the aroma of her arousal.

"Clean it," he demanded quietly. 

She stuck her tongue out and lapped at the handle as he slid it slowly across her mouth.

Satisfied with its cleanliness and her submissiveness, James grasped the handle and stepping back, flicked each breast again. Her panting pleased him.

Eve was shocked at the sensations coursing through her whole body with each assault upon her breasts. Nipples hard as she had ever felt them and tender from the piercings, were signalling the rest of her body their pleasure. When he flicked the lash upwards between her thighs she squealed with shock. Now the heat in her nipples was matched in her cunny. When he did it again she didn't squeal. Rather; she started to pant quite loudly.

Very happy with the results he was getting, James set up a rhythm working his way around the exposed parts of her body with the flogger. Breasts, inner, outer thighs and cunny each felt the stinging caress of the soft thongs of the flogger. Only her badly bruised bottom was spared.  




Eve's New Job Ch. 04



Eve, much to her distress was getting very excited. Oh why did her body have to betray her so? Once again her inner thighs were sopping with her juices. The bastard was getting at her by turning on with pain. Panting, she knew that if he kept it up she would soon cum.

She was close. He sensed it. Her breath was ragged. He stopped and stepped back. Before him he saw a beautiful mess. Ruined makeup streaked by her tears, pink breasts showing stains from her makeup and thighs slick with juices. His heart raced a little.

"Oh no!" she cried out when he stopped the delicious torture.

"Enjoying that were you?"

She looked down but remained silent.

"If you want to cum you must beg."

Silence!

"Ok," he walked to the supine girl who was trembling with excitement on the leather bench as the egg buzzed her towards a climax. He flicked her breasts with the flogger which pulled her closer to cumming.

"Please Master." He heard from behind him.

"Please what."

"Please make me cum."

"No! I'm busy with someone who appreciates me."

"Please Master, I'm begging you!"

"Will you submit to me and be my slave?"

Silence!

Putting the flogger aside, James unbuckled his belt and smiled at the look of horror in the poor girl's eyes.

"Oh no; please Master don't hurt me again."

"Well! Answer me. Will you submit?"

After a hesitation, when she could see him slowly sliding the belt out of its loops she answered.

"Yes master, you win; I'll be your slave."

"I don't really believe you, but you have saved yourself from the bruising that your breasts were about to receive. I suppose you want me to make cum now."

"Please master; make me cum."

His belt back in place, flogger in hand he returned to his systematic attack on her sensitive skin. Soon she was close so he concentrated on her sex until she was close again. He stopped.

"Oh Master please let your slave cum!" she wailed.

"Clever choice of words little gem. Ok."

Only a few strokes were needed to have her screaming ecstatically. He kept up the assault until her climax subsided and then left her slumped against her chains.

Demanding wine from the maid he flopped in one of the chairs.

"Joan. Release her and send her off to tidy up. And let those others cum. They deserve it." 

"I reckon you will regret this James. She's trouble." The Chairman said from an adjacent seat.

"I'll enjoy trying."

Sipping his wine, James watched his toy, with Joan's help stagger to the bathroom. Joan returned and gave the Sybian riders permission to cum.

In the bathroom Eve needed to pee. There were two shower recesses, two toilet cubicles, a bench with a sink and well stocked make up area. Unwilling to sit her burning cheeks on the seat she squatted over the toilet to relieve herself. She found a cloth with which she washed her face and breasts of the makeup and tear stains before reapplying her makeup. With another cloth she cleaned her inner thighs and her cunny, hoping to get rid of the sexual aroma that wafted around her. Through the door she could hear the cries of ecstasy as the sybian girls climaxed. Reluctantly Eve returned to the play room where she could see the sybian riders slumped forward, completely spent, Sandy sitting cross legged at the Chairman's feet and the hapless girl who had ridden the pony writhing and panting on the leather bench, trying not to cum as the egg inside her wove it's magic.

James beckoned to her, "kneel before me."

Most of the stiffness had left her legs so she was to walk with her usual sway until she was before her Master where she knelt.

"Well my little slave you look much better now. Sandy has a lot of dry semen on her thighs. If I ask you to lick it off, will you obey me?"

After a hesitation, with a trembling voice she answered "yes Master."

"If I ask you to finish off that girl on the bench, will you do it?"

Once again she hesitated before agreeing.

"OK make the girl cum with your mouth. Be enthusiastic about it or you will be the next on the pony."

Knowing that to fail this task would be very painful Eve quickly attacked the girl's cunny with her lips and tongue. By blanking her mind to what she was doing and thinking of Master's body Eve was able to ignore her revulsion. She couldn't ignore the dampness between her legs. Why did her body respond this way to every sexual experience? Soon the girl was calling out for permission to cum as Eve voraciously sucked on her engorged clitty. 

The girl was very close when James gave her the go ahead. Within seconds Eves, already soaked lips and chin copped a squirt of girl cum as the bucking creature reached fulfilment.

"Well done slave. Go to your room, tidy yourself and wait. I'm not finished with you yet."

Eve made her way to her room wondering what he planned for her now. Her bottom was still hot and very sore from the belting he had given her. Every step was painful. In her room she cleaned her face and reapplied her makeup. Unable to sit she lay on her tummy on the bed.

"Well that is a fine sight. I like nothing better than to see a lush, bruised bottom waiting for my attention." James words made Eve gasp with surprise. 

"Please Master, don't hurt me again. I'll be a good slave."

James undid his belt. Eve's bottom lip dropped as she was close to tears until she realised he was undoing hi fly and lowering his pants and shorts before sitting on a chair. His semi hard penis was waiting for her. Quickly she left the bed, knelt before him and engulfed him. Her tongue and lips soon had his member hard and ready. Holding her head between his hands he pushed her away from her prize.

"Get some lube. Kneel on the bed. I want your bottom."

From the ensuite Eve returned with a tube of jelly which James took from her. She positioned herself kneeling on the bed. Having shed his shoes and pants, he was behind her now forcing two, then three lubricated fingers into her clean rectum. Knowing that relaxation was the only antidote to pain with this kind of sex Eve tried to remember how she had managed to get through the last assault upon her back passage. 

The fingers plopped out of her and were replaced by the gentle but insistent pressure of his generous manhood. Eve pushed back against that pressure and relaxed her sphincter as she had last time. Slowly she stretched to accommodate him until the bulbous head was inside her. Gently but insistently he forced himself into her until he could go no further before pulling back and repeating the motion. Soon he was sliding back and forth in her tight bottom, panting a little as his excitement grew.

Eve was relaxed and even enjoying the intimacy of her Master's piston sliding in and out. Unfortunately she didn't think she could cum this way. Last time she was on her back and the pressure of his pubic bone bumping on her clitty had brought her off. She sighed when she felt master's hand reach around her and start to manipulate her engorged nub. Soon she was close to yet another massive orgasm. By the urgency of his thrusting she was sure that he was close too. She tried to hold off.

"Cum for me; slave." He whispered raggedly.

She exploded. Soon he filled her with his seed, gasping as he came.

Staying inside her, he flopped them both onto their sides where they lay spooned together recovering. Drifting off, Eve looked forward to having proper sex with her master. Her period was due so as soon as that was out of the way he would take her.

"When are you to be ready for me? I want the real thing. The wait is killing me." Had he read her mind?

"It feels like it should start tonight. So; I guess about three or so days. Someone has left me some undies and everything I'll need."

"Joan will talk to you about your duties over this time." His member was becoming flaccid so he pulled it out with a plop and dressed quickly.

"I'll see you sometime tomorrow, little slave. You were very good tonight." He said as he left the room.

Soon Joan popped her head round the door. Eve was curled on the bed in the afterglow of her climax.

"If it has started you will still go to breakfast at seven. You may wear your skirt and blouse. I'll help you out of that corset; the laces are a bastard to undo on your own. After that, clean up and sleep well. You will be doing a different job tomorrow."

The following morning, it had started, so she found herself tapping keys on a keyboard. Sitting was uncomfortable but not unbearable. She was transcribing a rough manuscript for a book into text. She found the story quite engrossing so the morning passed quickly. At lunch she sat uncomfortable at Masters right. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. At breakfast he had noticed that she was fully dressed rather than just in her lingerie so knew that he would get his wish soon. He had a few plans to keep her on her toes over the next couple of days.

After lunch Eve and the others returned to their computers. Master called one of the girls back. She eventually returned to her desk with a dreamy look in her eyes and the aroma of sex wafting from her as she passed Eve's desk. Bitch; thought Eve. She's been fucking Master.

At four they were released from work to return to their rooms. Eve was curled up on the bed snoozing, having shed her outer clothes, and visited the bathroom. A tap on her shoulder woke her with a start. Master was standing in front of her. Black jeans, a white T shit and bare feet were his outfit. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other which he placed on bedside table.

"On your knees slave," he demanded.

Quickly she slid off the bed and knelt before him.

"Undo my fly and clean me slave."

Reaching out she unbuttoned his jeans, grasped his flaccid member and carefully pulled it out. She smelt dried cunt juice. That bitches' slime was on him and she was expected to clean him off. She gagged at the thought.

"Oh Yuk. Couldn't she have cleaned you?"

"No! You must do it slave. Get on with it; clean me then make me hard. You forgot my title so you will be punished for that."

Reluctantly the poor girl systematically licked the length of his shaft, gradually working her around the rapidly stiffening cock. The stench and taste almost had her vomiting. 

"Look at me and pretend you are enjoying this or I will add to your punishment."

Eve looked up and saw his wicked smile. He was enjoying her torment.

"That's clean enough. Suck me off." He demanded gruffly.

Engulfing him she sucked the smooth head of his prick, and then alternated between sliding her lips up and down his length and suckling hard on the head. His gasp and the pulsing of his shaft warned her that his load was imminent. She was sucking hard on the knob when he dumped his cream in her mouth.

"Don't swallow until I permit you to." He said as he was still pumping globs into her succulent mouth. Finally he slowly withdrew, trailing a sticky thread which he wiped onto her chin.

"Keep your mouth open so I can see my seed on your tongue."

He kept her like that for some minutes, wiping extra drips of his semen on her cheeks as they appeared.

"You may swallow, and thank me for your gift," he finally said.

The sumptuous girl swallowed reluctantly and with difficulty, knowing that it would dry her throat.

When it was finally down she said hoarsely "thank you for your seed master."

"How does it taste?"

"Better than that slut's dried slime, but it makes me very dry," huskily spoken.

"You forgot my title again; slave. Are you trying to get extra punishment or are you just stupid? Pour me a glass of wine."

"Yes Master, I'm sorry, Master." She spoke quietly as she crawled to the wine bottle, stood and poured two glasses.

"Did I say two glasses?"

"No Master." Head bowed. She brought his glass to him where he now sat and knelt before him watching as he savoured his cool wine. James smile as he saw her whole visage imploring him for some wine to repair her rasping throat.

"Oh OK, you may have some wine. Bring the bottle and top me up."

Standing, she quickly grabbed the other glass and downed it on the way back. After topping up his glass, she knelt again.

"You may have some more. Savour it this time as it is a very fine drop."

While she delicately sipped her wine he spoke again.

"You have done quite well this afternoon apart from a few title lapses. I know that it was distasteful, but it was a lesson that must be learnt. I will delay your punishment for a couple of days, so that I can reward you with pleasure afterwards."

"Thank you master, your slave is trying to learn her lessons." She spoke deferentially.

"Tidy yourself up. I'll see you at dinner." He took the bottle and his glass and left her kneeling on the floor.

So this is how it's going to be, she thought. A slave to be used and abused, she stood and threw herself onto the bed and burst into tears.

James, as he walked slowly to the lounge room, mused about today's progress with his delicious slave. She was getting close to tamed. One more day of this and then I'll cut her some slack and set the hook.

The evening was uneventful. A lovely dinner followed by some discipline for a couple of the girls, both finished with panting climaxes. James kept his toy close and unsettled, with accidental touches and bumps. He made her deliver the cane to him from the cabinet and stand close while he administered the punishment. It was she who fitted the egg to one girl and applied the butterfly to the other. She was a regular girl Friday.

Now, this is interesting, she thought. He seems to be mellowing a little. I feel special, possibly valued. I wonder if I can tame him. I'll just play the perfect slave and he'll come around eventually. There may be pain but there is always pleasure too, I just wish he'd stop this girl on girl fetish. I guess I'll just have to get into that for a while.

The next day followed the pattern of the previous one almost exactly. She worked before and after lunch and then cleaned James after he had taken yet another girl. She hoped that this wasn't to be the pattern forever. 

A relatively early night helped Eve. She slept well and was on time for breakfast and work. Relieved to have incurred no new punishments, she was surprised when master held her back after lunch. It was day three. She hoped she would be ready for him by tomorrow. Surely things would change then.

"Follow me," he said. Standing up, he led her to the elevator. Once inside they travelled up rather than down.

"You may ask any questions you like this afternoon as long as you address me respectfully."

"Thank you Master."

When the elevator doors opened Eve was led into a large foyer. The floor was highly polished timber boards while the walls were white with large abstract paintings hanging in dramatic contrast to the stark walls. Two wide corridors led away at right angles to the elevator entrance. James led her into the right passage and then immediately into a room on the right again. The room was a sumptuously furnished bed room with a king sized canopied bed, a couple of leather lounge chairs with a coffee table between them. There was thick red carpet on the floor which matched the mainly red hued decoration of the room. A ceiling height window allowed a view over the city to the west. Eve was shown through a dressing room and into a beautifully appointed bathroom. The room was much better fitted out than any hotel suite that Eve had ever imagined.

"What is this place Master?" the girl asked.

"The whole place is my residence, while this is one of ten guest rooms. Five are in this wing and the others are down the other corridor. We are in the penthouse of the building."

Over whelmed by the opulence displayed, Eve numbly followed her Master out of the room, back into the foyer and then right through wide doors into an open lounge and dining area. On her left there was a long dining table which could easily seat thirty people. To the right comfortable leather chairs and lounges were laid out in groups around low tables. Soon they were at a glass wall which faced east, overlooking a pool, another view of the city and out to sea. Eve was stunned into silence.

The tour then took them into a narrow corridor to their left where the girl was shown the hi-tech kitchen, a laundry and a closed door which had a sign describing it as the house keeper's residence. Reversing their direction they crossed the open area and into yet another corridor which Eve realised must be immediately adjacent to the guest corridor which they had explored. Master strode to the far end past two doors on their left before stopping in front of a partially open third door. Eve could hear quiet moaning coming from inside.

Uttering a little growl, Master stormed into the room and stopped so quickly that Eve bumped into his back. Before she could inspect the room Eve could see why Master was angry. Lying on a bed, moaning with her pleasure was a pretty slim maid with a hand in between her thighs.

"What the hell are you doing?" roared James.

The embarrassed and apparently terrified young woman, Eve guessed her to be in her early twenties, quickly slid off the bed and stood at attention shamefacedly in front of the Master.

"You are here to work, not self-pleasure yourself. You do know that don't you maid?"

"Yes sir." The shaking girl mumbled.

While James contemplated his next move Eve perused the girl. She was slimmer and much taller than Eve. Her feet trapped and locked in ridiculously high stilettoes, her legs encased in sheer black hose and her creamy white thighs exposed above stocking tops. Her uniform was a fancy dress styled French maids outfit like ones that Eve had seen for sale in lingerie shops around Halloween. The flared skirt was so short that a third of her slim bottom was displayed as was the gusset of her micro thong. Garters held her stockings up and a push up bra, pushing her perky little breasts up was clearly visible through the sheer material of the dress. A white apron, gloves and frilly cap completed the ensemble. Her makeup, while overdone was obviously expertly applied. One glove was lying on the bed. The girl's figure reminded Eve of the popular girls who used to bully her at school. 

"Go to the play room and wait for us in the corner. Continue your manipulations if you like but don't cum."

Gathering up her discarded glove the frightened girl opened a side door and scurried through, closing it behind her. Eve was now able to inspect the room.

She was standing on lush pink carpet. In front of her was a king size bed with ornate brass ends and a light canopy, made up with pale pink sheets. The whole décor was in various shades of pink apart from the heavy drapes on either side of the wide east facing window which were a darker hue. Paintings of naked or barely clad voluptuous women adorned the walls. Exploring, eve found a dressing room with mirrored doors which hid hanging and storage space on one side and a dressing table on the other. The room looked like it belonged at a film set. Eve could imagine herself being made up like a star at that table. 

Through the dressing room Eve found a large ensuite with a spa bath, separate shower and a sink. Eve guessed that the door to the side hid a toilet. She was gobsmacked by the opulence of the place. James was sitting in one of two pink winged chairs and smiling when she returned.

"Sit slave. What do you think of the room?"

Eve took her place next to him and answered "it's beautiful. Who stays here Master?"

"No one does at the moment. I furnished it for a live in sub that left after a year once she had saved enough money. No one has lived here for over twelve months."

I need this room, Eve thought. This is the first step in trapping him.

"Was she beautiful Master?"




Eve's New Job Ch. 04



"She was of the style which you have probably noticed is the way I and the other directors like women to be."

"Like me Master?" eve almost whispered.

"Yes very like you. She was not as voluptuous as you. What did you think of the maid?"

"She was very pretty with a body that I envied at school. The bully girls all were slim like her. The makeup is a bit over the top, but well applied Master."

"With that body she will never be more than a maid in this household. She is a trained makeup artist and hair stylist and she is wearing the style I demand of her. If I ever replace my sub I'll get her to apply her make up. In fact my, little slave, I think I'll get her to work on you later after her punishment. You could try out the makeup table. Pretend you are Marilyn." He stood and strode to the door through which the maid had disappeared. Eve followed him into a dimly lit room which smelled of timber, leather and excited maid. Eve tingled with anticipation.

Maid was standing in a corner moaning quietly as she twiddled her clit. Around the room which Eve realised was very similar to the downstairs playroom, there was strange furniture and apparatus. She could see a version of the wooden pony. A vaulting horse stood in the room's centre. There was an aura about the place which was both exciting and terrifying. 

"Maid, assume the position. Slave, fetch a cane from the alcove over there" he pointed "you will punish her."

The maid bent herself submissively over the horse while Eve fetched a cane. She saw racks of canes, whips and floggers. On a separate shelf was an ornate steel pipe with the letter J welded to one end and an insulated handle the other. Eve shuddered. This must be the brand; she thought.

"You must give her five strict strokes. Between each stroke you will rub the cane between her thighs. I want her to cum at the end."

Eve took aim at the pert little bubble butt displayed before her, swung the cane back and landed a half-hearted strike across the cute little globes.

"You will put the full force of your swing into the next blow or you will feel the cane after we have finished with this creature. Pretend she was a bully at school." 

Eve slid the cane from between the maid's cunny lips. It was slick with juices.

Swinging the rattan back and high, Eve slashed the stiff cane across the girl's bottom causing a gasp, before rubbing it between her thighs again. The maid was close; in pain but excited. The fifth stroke did the job as the maid dissolved into her climax.

After the maid had licked her slime from the cane, Eve replaced it in the rack, stared fearfully at the dreaded brand and returned to master.

"Back to work maid, finish the Consort's room," James ordered. The girl scurried back to the bedroom.

"You! Assume the position" he pointed at Eve.

She flopped across the horse, exposing her beautiful bottom beneath her skirt to him.

Once her skirt was peeled out of the way he spanked her once, hard and said," if I ask you to do something, do it well. That's what my subs do."

Oh, is he thinking of me as his sub? Eve thought.

"Yes master."

She was led through a door opposite to the sub's bedroom door into a massive bedroom furnished in timber and leather, the walls adorned with paintings of beautiful women variously restrained in bondage. Oh I wish I was ready to use. Eve thought, her body tingling with lust.

"This is where I sleep. In the past; girls have envisioned themselves sharing that bed. It hasn't happened and never will. I don't do vanilla, and have no intention of settling down." 

Grinning to herself eve muttered quietly "we'll see about that when it's the only way to hold me." She had a plan.

The couple returned to the lounge and took up position in comfortable chairs facing each other with the magnificent view to their side.

"You must have more questions, slave."

"Why does the maid do menial tasks, dressed like a parody when she has a trade that she could ply Master?" 

"Because she must. She is a true submissive, it's in her DNA. She loves it here, where she doesn't have to think. The pay is pretty good too, she spends none of it, never leaves the place. She is happy just to work and get caught being naughty so I will pay her some attention. Serving at my parties is one of her highlights. Wearing that degrading outfit in amongst a group of sophisticated men and women and having her bottom pinched by all and sundry keeps her very excited. She is also in love with me, poor little thing. You have permission to not use my title while we have this conversation, the repetition is tiresome."

"Have you fucked her?"

"That is a bit impertinent and crude. No I haven't. She wants it, and by me denying it she is tortured which adds to her submission."

"Apart from being a sex slave, bondage object and whipping target, what other duties does a live in sub have? It would get pretty boring between sessions I imagine."

"Think of her as a mistress or consort, even a girlfriend of sorts. She attends social gatherings with me, the races, theatre, and parties. There is shopping of course. Within certain parameters she is free to wear what she wishes, so shopping expeditions and trips to the beautician or hairdresser are a regular task. Of course she must help me host my parties here, although she will also be part of the main event in the playroom after dinner. During all this time her bank balance is growing. Unfortunately the last one took the money and ran."

"Why pay her and give her that opportunity?"

"The sub must always have the opportunity to leave. That's what submission is. Giving yourself to a dominant other, freely. It's a risk I must take."

"But not for me. You hold me here with threats and blackmail."

"Yes that was unfair. I had to do it as you are so wilful; I feared you would leave before I could introduce you to the upside of this life."

"Was it all a bluff?"

He stood and started to walk towards the elevator. "Follow me; I want to show you something." He demanded.

Next to the elevator was a door which he opened. Inside was a pile of luggage which Eve recognised as hers.

"I don't understand."

"I lied to you. You have lost your flat; that was going to happen anyway. Your furniture is in storage."

Out of his pocket he pulled a wad of money which he passed to her.

"That will keep you off the street for a while. There is a glowing reference waiting in the office. You are free to go when you wish."

Standing there looking at her handsome tormentor, Eve was torn between leaving and staying. He had lied. Some of her privations over the proceeding days had been terrible while she had enjoyed the climaxes he had ripped from her body. She stated to shake and then sob. Strong arms pulled her to his chest.

Patting her back gently he said "don't cry little gem come and sit while you decide." He led her back to the chairs, sat her down and held each of her small hands in his own large ones.

Once she had calmed she said "I want to stay and be your sub please Master."

"Don't get ahead of yourself. That is a possibility but you have some hoops through which you must jump before that position is possibly offered."

"What hoops?" Her voice trembled.

"Well: to use your crude term, I haven't fucked you yet."

"You seem to enjoy my bottom and mouth well enough. Don't you think my cunt will be good enough?"

"You'll have to stop being a little smart arse and using unseemly language to have any chance. Once I'm satisfied that you are tame you will have to graduate."

"You mean branding?" she said breathlessly.

"Not just branding, you must beg to wear my mark. I have never branded a girl who hadn't begged for me to do it. It is the ultimate submission."

"You need not decide now about that final step. Your make up is a mess. How about I call the maid and you can try out the film star dressing room while she applies a good coat of paint. I want you to see how I will want you to look sometimes. There is a dress and shoes that you should wear in the wardrobe. You can model for me." He rang a small bell which brought the maid clattering quickly across the boards, teetering in her impossible shoes. She curtseyed to master and ignored Eve.

"Take this lady and make her up. You know what I like. Help her to dress in the white sheath and shoes and then bring her back." James ordered.

"Come with me, madam." The girl said, curtseying to James and clicked across room towards the consort room. Eve followed meekly.

Sitting at the dressing table, lights around the mirror illuminated her face starkly Eve tried to feel like a film star while she contemplated branding.

"Maid, have you been branded?"

"No madam I haven't unfortunately. That entitlement is not allowed to subs like me. Only women of your class are allowed that privilege. Please don't talk while I work on you."

While the lights stayed on, the mirror went blank; Eve imagined that it must be a screen of some kind. Maid swivelled the chair so that Eve faced her and started her work. The reflection of the lights in the opposite mirror doors illuminated the other side of her face. After an hour, the maid was satisfied with her work and allowed her client to see it.

Eve was shocked at the result. While she looked like a slut, she had to admit she was a beautiful slut.

"Please remove your outer clothes and shoes so that I may dress you, as Sir has requested." She left Eve to undress and returned with a white dress draped across one arm and a pair of silver stiletto platform soled sandals in the other. The dress was hung in the wardrobe while the shoes sat on a shelf. Eve was seated again so the maid knelt before her and reached for her garters to remove her dark stockings.

"I can do that." Eve said testily. 

"Madam; Sir asked me to dress you, please allow me to do his bidding."

So Eve relaxed while the girl unclipped and then slid the stockings sensually down her legs and off. Smiling, Eve thought; I could get used to this.

The girl unpacked a fresh pair of nude, seamed stockings and unrolled them onto Eve's shapely legs. Eve stood while the maid straitened her seams and clipped her garters on. She was then seated again while the maid opened the dress and allowed Eve to place her legs into it. Eve stood so that the maid could slide the clinging sheath over her curves. The strapless dress was of an opaque white stretch material which hugged her every curve. It also exposed every line of her underwear as it did her bare nipples above her quarter cups. She sat again so that her maid could fit her shoes and buckle them up. Once she was standing, tottering in the highest heels she had ever tried Eve was pleased with how she looked. The heels made her look tall. She hoped she wouldn't fall. Stay ups and no underwear would have been even better. Perhaps if she ever got the position, Master might allow her to make those decisions.

The maid sat her down and styled her hair, holding it with spray, before leading her slowly and carefully back to the lounge. James was not there. 

"Wait here. I'll let him know you are ready to model for him." 

Eve sat and enjoyed the view while she waited. She was just starting to fidget with boredom when she heard the elevator arrive. Master stepped out, grinning, then sauntered over to her and flopped into the other seat.

He looks pretty pleased with himself, Eve thought. I hope he hasn't had been sticking it in one of those skanks downstairs.

"Model for me little slave." He asked smiling happily.

The girl elegantly raised herself from her seat and carefully sashayed away from her master, the beautiful rounded globes of her shapely bottom swaying seductively. After turning she walked back towards him. This time it was her perfect breasts, barely contained in the thin material, which held his gaze memorised by her beauty. He hardened in response to the perfection swaying towards him. She stopped for a second before gracefully turning and retracing her steps away from him again. Heart rate elevated and a little short of breath he sat entranced while she returned.

"Stop, stay there while I peruse."

Still seated, he was astounded by her perfection. From the hair and make up to her beautiful toes she captivated him. He stood and asked her to turn. From behind she was just as fine to gaze upon. He was smitten.

"Turn and tell me what you think about the outfit."

"Thank you Master. I think I look quite nice. The makeup is a little too slutty for my taste and I think the dress would better without underwear. I love how the shoes make me look tall and slim. I can see by the bulge down there that I must be having some effect upon you." She giggled cheekily.

"That is true little smart arse. You will be solving that issue for me shortly. As for the underwear observation, you may be right for your average woman. Panty lines and such are usually kept hidden, but in the case of a sub there is value in a certain amount of embarrassment of having her secrets revealed. Now I think it's time you knelt to take care of my little problem," he unzipped, freed himself and flopped back in his seat.

"Yes Master, but it is hardly small." Again she used her cheeky tone.

"Are you taking a leaf out of the maid's book and trying to get my attention through naughtiness. There might be a spanking in your near future. Now get that beautiful mouth to work before you really get into trouble."

Very relieved to find that he was clean, with only his sexy man smell she attacked her task with gusto. He was rock hard as the beautiful girl bobbed up and down; alternating between sucking and sliding up and down she was looking forward to his explosion, when she heard the bell tinkle and the clatter of the maid's heels as she approached. His hand on her head held her down when, embarrassed, she tried to pull back and hide her actions.

"Bring wine and glasses maid, get back to work little gem."

Eve returned to her task, somewhat unsettled by his apparent need to humiliate her. The maid returned and there was the sound of classes and bottle placed upon a table.

"Stay here maid. We will need the wine poured shortly. Watch closely, this girl is very good. You may learn something useful to someone one day."

Totally humiliated, but undaunted, Eve threw herself at her task with zeal. Soon she was rewarded with a gasp from her Lord and a mighty squirt of his seed landing on her hungry tongue.

"You know the drill. Don't ever swallow without permission." He said as he freed himself from her glossy red lips. 

The sub sat back upon her heels and held her mouth open for his inspection. With a finger she collected the drops which slowly oozed from the bulbous head before her and wiped them on her lip.

"Maid; see how much of my seed she has milked from me. You may pour the wine now, and you my little gem, may swallow." Her face flushed with shame, Eve gladly swallowed his sticky load. Her mouth and throat were very dry and she craved some wine.

"Serve the slave first maid, I'm sure she is parched." He said kindly.

Eve took the glass eagerly and drank it down quickly. Master, as he had in the past savoured the wine. Eve was sipping the second glass of wine when she noticed an errant drop of Master's semen escaping from his tip. Bobbing forward she quickly licked it up before it strayed into master's lap.

James was so fascinated by the creature kneeling before him that he had forgotten that he was still exposed. It was tempting to ask the maid to put him away but he felt that asking her to do that might be a step too far for the poor besotted creature.

"Would you like to pack this away, Maid?" he asked mischievously, holding his flaccid penis.

"Oh; yes please sir." She gushed.

"But you won't will you. Why not?" He grinned.

"A lowly maid isn't allowed to touch, Sir's personal parts because she is not worthy, sir."

"Why are you bullying her Master?" Eve asked, trying to keep an even tone.

"Because she enjoys it. Maid; tell this slave what happens when I bully or humiliate you."

"I get turned on and wet Sir. But I'm forbidden to touch myself which makes me even wetter and frustrated."

"Would you like to cum maid?" 

"Yes please master."

"You have my permission to pleasure yourself after you finish your duties this afternoon."

He tidied himself up.

"Maid, fix your Mistress's lipstick. It seems to be a little smeared." He gave Eve an amused grin.

Her heart was pounding as the maid knelt and applied a fresh coat of glossy colour. Did I really hear that? One very confused girl mused.

"Yes you heard right. I like the way your hair and makeup looks. She will be your part time maid. Until I make a decision on your future she will help you prepare each day. As your preparation will take longer than the others, you may start breakfast an hour later than the others. Be prepared to be hated by a bunch of pissed off girls. When will you be ready for my use?"

"Thank you Master. I hope to look perfect for you. Your little slave should available for penetration tomorrow. If I'm a good ride will you then put your mark upon my flank?" Why must I keep baiting him, she wondered?

"I think that bottom needs a little warm up. You are getting far too smart for your own good, girl. When you are to be branded will depend upon your behaviour and whether I believe that you're pleading is real. I also must be convinced that you understand that being branded is probably the most painful thing you will ever experience. Go with the maid, she will help you back into your uniform. I will punish you after dinner tonight."

Once changed, she returned to her room, rested and prepared herself for the night. Clean and fresh she fronted for dinner, drank some bubbles and chatted with some of the others. A few commented on her makeup, wanting to know who did it. She tried to stay mysterious. She heard the word "slut" whispered a few times.

Up yours girls, I'm going to win this race. She thought.

Once dinner which Master hadn't attended was over; the girls cleaned up in their rooms and met up at the play room.

When Master arrived they all filed in. Eve thought he looked distracted.

After caning a couple of the girls, James sat, pulled Eve across his lap and gave her a half-hearted spanking. As it was through her skirt and panties, little extra damage was done to her bruised bottom. He dismissed them all and wandered off to the elevator.

That's very strange behaviour. Eve thought.

In the bathroom after rising early she discovered that it was indeed over. I wonder when he will take me. Will it be public? A knock on the door signalled maid's arrival. With her help Eve prepared for what she hoped would be a wonderful day. 

She arrived at the dining room just as the others were leaving. Each of them looked her up and down, sneered and then ignored her as they headed off to prepare for work. The maid had returned to the pent house.

Eve was wearing her corset, stockings and highest red heels. Hair and makeup, just as Master had requested it was complimented with some gold hoop earrings and choker. Her cunny was exposed as she was still not allowed to wear a thong.

Master smiled as she entered the dining room. 

"I'm guessing by the way you are dressed that you are ready for use." His smile couldn't have been wider.

The beautiful sub blushed. "Yes master. I'm ripe to be plucked."

"I'm pleased. Enjoy your breakfast, tidy up, dress and then report for work. I'll see you at lunch." He stood and left the room.

Eve enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and then followed his instructions. She spent the morning in her cubicle reading and having her responses to the words in front of her. After a couple of near misses, Joan allowed her to cum just before lunch. She travelled in the elevator, reeking of her excitement, with the other girls who took the opportunity to show their displeasure with her by, sneering, sniffing deeply and muttering very nasty descriptions.




Eve's New Job Ch. 04



Shrugging it off was easy for Eve as she was sure that today would change her life forever. She was going to beat these losers to Master.

At the table she took her place on Master's right. The heat of his desire was almost tangible. His hand brushed hers, while he picked up a cruet of pepper just as she reached for it. Both tingled as something flowed between them. They both gasped as each drew away from the other. 

James ate quickly. What the hell was that? He thought, while Eve picked at her food, totally distracted and lost. 

James rose and, fixing her with his steely gaze, and said" when you finish, take the lift to the penthouse. Your code is 666, my number, the devils number so take care."

Heart thumping, her whole soul tingling, fearful yet excited; Eve picked at her meal. Hunger eluded her. The chocolate chip beckoned, she ignored it. Her appetite craved for only one thing and he was waiting above her. 

Excusing herself, she returned to her room. Visions of her, ravished and sated, draped across master's bed assaulted her. Oh well, better clean my teeth. She still tingled as she found the elevator and coded her way to the penthouse. The maid awaited in the hall outside the lift. 

"Follow me Mistress; I must prepare you for him."

"I'm sure I can prepare myself. Why do I need your help," Eve responded testily. She was getting sick of all the attention. A little alone time would be nice.

"Oh please Mistress, I must do it or he will punish me terribly." The girl was trembling.

"I thought you liked him to hurt you. You get off on it, don't you?"

"You don't understand. He'll banish me to the country estate for a month and bring back another maid. He'll make sure that I don't even see him during that time. If he visits the mansion I'll be locked away while he's there. Please Mistress, let me help you, I beg you," she was shaking now and almost crying.

"Oh alright; do what you have to do." Eve relented while she contemplated the idea of a country retreat. It's probably a castle, she thought.

The following hours were an ordeal for the beautiful girl. The maid cleaned her inside and out, plucked errant hairs, styled her hair and applied an extravagant makeup. A fragrant lotion was massaged into her creamy skin from neck to toe. It made her skin even paler but with a sheen of silver dust. Her nails glowed with red polish that matched her lips and rouged nipples. 

"I love that pretty jewellery. Did sir give you those pretty piercings, or did you already have them?" Asked the maid. "I wish I could have rings like those."

"He did it to me. I'm so lucky." The maid didn't get the sarcasm.

Eve stepped into a white corset that the maid held open for her and slid up over her curves. Much more ornate than the other garments she had worn since she had been here; it left her breasts supported but exposed and was heavily panelled and boned. The curvy girl was quite comfortable in it until the lacing was tightened. So tight did the maid pull the laces; that Eve's tummy was crushed. Her figure was now waspish. A deep breath was impossible as was bending at the waist. 

Sheer white seamed stockings were rolled up her legs. As she couldn't bend, this would have been impossible had not the maid been here. Once they were attached to the garters and straightened the maid helped her into silver sandals with towering heels. Silver hoops matched a choker. Rather than a thong, Eve's cunny was decorated with two fine silver chains. The chains were attached to the front of the corset, passed between her thighs, separating her labia and then attached to the back of the garment. Every movement that Eve made was delicious torment to her tender parts. She would need no further help with lubrication before master popped her.

Soft leather cuffs encircled her wrists and ankles. Each was padded to protect her delicate skin and had a metal ring securely attached.

"You are almost ready now Mistress." The waiflike girl said as she pulled a long garment from a hanger in the wardrobe. It was a white peignoir of sheer chiffon. The sleeves were long with flared cuffs; from shoulders to hips the fine material hugged her body. It was open to the top of her corset to expose her cleavage where a series of buttons held it together all the way to the top of her Mons Venus from where it was split to her ankle. Carefully the girl paraded before the mirrors. The gown revealed more than it covered. With each step: her spectacular legs were revealed as was her silver decorated cunny. When the maid placed a crown of white flowers upon her head she could see the whole ensemble was a parody of a wedding dress. A bondage bride prepared for sacrifice. 

Briefly, she thought she should feel degraded. Rather, she was strangely elated as she gazed at her reflection. She looked sexy, stunning and truly beautiful. How could Master not want to claim her as his private sub, when he saw how she looked? Even before he sampled her tightness, and stole her innocence, surely he would be smitten. She shuddered as a vision of smoke wafting from the site of her branding and her anguished face, twisted in pain briefly interrupted her daydream. Could she go through with it? If she could jump that hurdle and become his consort, surely her ultimate aim could be realised. She must convince him to mark her. Following the maid slowly back to the foyer, the spectacular creature imagined herself lying enraptured in a bed of pink rose petals as her master slowly sank between her moist folds. Shortness of breath and towering heels conspired to slow her progress.

In the lounge space they found master sipping red wine while he sat facing the end of a large divan which was covered in crimson satin. To one side a photographer had set up a couple of cameras on tripods and flash lamps. His heart skipped a beat at the site of her. He stood and stared, momentarily slack jawed. Stunning was the only word that came to mind. He beckoned her to him.

"I want photos of you before I take you. Follow the photographer's orders exactly as he knows what I want to see, his name is John." Gently grabbing her chin he pulled her face towards him. Eve's eyes closed. Her lips parted. She was sure that he would kiss her. She felt his lips brush her forehead and then he was gone.

For the next hour, John placed her in multiple pinup, burlesque and centrefold poses. In some she would look a little demure while many would be quite risqué. He loved the contrast between her pales flesh and clothes with the red satin. Of all the subjects he had shot in this building, Eve was by far the best. He imagined that he was creating promotional images for a film studio in the fifties.

Finally it was over and her master returned wearing black jeans. Also black was his collared and buttoned shirt, open to expose his sculptured chest. Pulse racing, Eve tingled all over at the site of him.

Taking her hands in his he helped her stand, and then led her by one hand to the consort's room. Being mindful of her breathlessness and the height of her shoes he took short steps to match hers. Once in the room he paused, almost as if deciding his next move. Eve took a step before the brass ended bed, the sheets had been turned down while she was posing, assuming that this was where she would be deflowered. James held her back.

"I told you I don't do vanilla." His voice was husky. She was pulled carefully towards the play room.

Oh no; he's going to truss me like a turkey again and pop my cunny like he did my bottom. It's not fair, she thought.

She was close to tears when she entered the room. Things had changed. Instead of finding a bondage bench, the room was dominated by a massive bed in the centre. King size and made of steel pipes it was quite ugly and to Eve intimidating. Both head and foot were identical with outer uprights in heavy pipe which doubled as legs. Narrow pipes formed cross bars between the legs at various heights, while two log pipes stretched the full length between the tops of the uprights. Metal rings were welded strategically spaced along all the pipes. A plush mattress was covered in red satin, as were several pillows scattered around.

"Lie on the bed," sternly spoken. 

She did. Oh well at least it's a bed.

Taking each wrist in turn he secured them with slack chains to rings spaced two feet apart on one end of the bed. Her ankles were free. The girl trembled with fear.

Sitting next to her shoulders he patted her gently on the head.

"Relax little one. I'll be gentle. This isn't punishment its pleasure. You are only restrained because it pleases me to see you that way," spoken almost lovingly. He stood and stripped. The virgin gasped when she saw his naked athletic body. He had always been dressed before or she had been blind folded.

Once on the bed he positioned himself on his knees between her spread legs and detached the chains running through her folds. Just the sight of her, vulnerable in front of him had him hard as he pulled her to him. Leaning forward he guided the bulbous head into her opening, slowly allowing her to stretch and accommodate him. Once she was settled he gently pushed against her hymen, increasing the pressure until it tore. Oh she was so tight and so wet.

He was so big. Surely it won't fit. Oh that hurts. He's inside me and I'm stretching. Oh, he's so deep. This is so good.

Embedded inside her he waited as she relaxed before retreating. Even so lubricated she seemed to draw him back. Slowly he developed a gentle action, exploring her to her deepest part. Her pussy was the best he had ever had. She was the best he'd ever had. So tight and compliant he determined to keep her for himself. She would be his perfect live in sub. Rasping breath as his excitement grew.

Starting to pant, she no longer felt the dull pain of her tearing. Only the sensation of him stretching with each thrust was important. She clenched each time he was deep, trying to hold his pubis against her clitoris. It was building into something special. Unexpected, it crashed over and through her, trying to use her legs around him to hold him close. She screamed.

So close himself, James only needed to drive into her a couple of times before he too gasped as he erupted deep inside her. Sated, he flopped onto her. He dozed.

She lay there dazed. I hope they're all as good as that one. He must keep me. She was breathless. His weight and the corset were constricting her.

"Master, I can't breathe," she croaked. He rolled them both sideways but stayed hard inside her. Tenderly he kissed her forehead. Locked together they slept.

Awake, she discovered him still inside her although he was now flaccid. He stirred.

"Master, I need to pee. When I come back, may I clean you please?"

He nodded and unchained her.

When she returned he was propped against a pile pillows, sipping a glass of wine. Next to the bed on a small table were another glass and the bottle.

Ignoring the wine she made a beeline for her prize with her lips and tongue. She lapped at him until every trace of their juice was gone.

"Have a drink." He suggested. She filled her glass and sat next to him. Their glasses clinked as they quietly celebrated.

"May I speak please Master?"

"Of course you may, my little fuck toy." 

That hurt her but she ploughed on.

"Will you brand me?" submissively said.

"I'm not sure that all the sass has been knocked out of you. I might have to test you for a few weeks before I'm satisfied."

"Please master, I beg of you, mark me. Make me yours."

"I'll think on it and let you know at dinner tonight."

"Please master, I can't be whole until you own me." She was ready to cry.

"You have my answer, now get me hard, I'm going to knock some more sass out of you."

After putting their glasses aside, Eve answered the call and gladly sacrificed herself to him again.

Gentle shoulder shaking woke her. Still in the great bed, alone now, maid was waking her.

"Wake up mistress; I need to ready you for dinner."

Groggily, still basking in the afterglow of her last climax she rolled out of bed and dazedly followed the maid.

An hour later she was ready for her meal, steeling herself to plead again to have her flesh seared and blistered. She wore another sheath dress. Clinging to her body like skin, its designer had included some sculpting elements which enhanced her natural curves. Underneath she was naked except for nude stay up hose. Strapless and cut to expose most of her breasts, her nipples were barely covered by the sheer material. The slit from her mound to ankle was held closed with tiny push fasteners. The stretch material was reinforced at the hem with stronger material secured with strong hooks. Eve was hobbled by the restricting dress which only allowed short steps. This was hardly an imposition as she was quite tender from Masters persistent attentions to her newly available delight. The walk to dinner on tall heels was quite slow.

Stunned yet again at her beauty, James rose from his seat and led her into the dining area where a table for two replaced the usual banquet table. He must have a team of removalists on tap, she thought.

The Maid served them three delicious courses, with complimentary wine. The spectacular girl, still basking in the afterglow of sex, tried to open a conversation, only to be hushed by James. Although impatient to plead with him for his mark, she stayed quiet. As they sipped coffee he spoke.

"I can see you need to ask me something. Go ahead."

"Please Master; I need your mark upon me."

"Why?"

"It means I have given myself to you completely, that you own me."

"I may not want you!"

Trembling and about to cry she pushed aside her chair and knelt next to him.

With head bowed she begged, "Master, own me. You have taken my body, now take your my soul."

Reaching out he cupped her chin and raised her face, looking her deeply in the eyes.

"Ok. I'll do it tonight. Be warned that it hurts like the fires of hell, a hurt that lingers for days. It is also no guarantee of being my consort. Have some more wine while I organise the playroom." He left reluctantly.

Thirty minutes later he returned to find her still kneeling next to his chair.

"I told you to drink, stop defying me or all bets are off." He passed her the glass.

She gulped the wine and followed him to the playroom.

In the centre was placed a new device. A padded waist high bench from which two, foot long kneeling pads protruded from the legs at one end, stood sinisterly waiting for the trembling beauty. Squatting before her, James grasped either side of the dress's hem and pulled the two sides apart. The press studs popped like a zip exposing shapely stocking clad legs and her ring decorated cunny. Carefully he positioned her kneeling on the two pads and pressing her torso over the top of the bench. Her chin was snug in a recess in the bench, while pads on either side held her gaze straight ahead. On the floor, a few feet away, Eve could see the brand, nestling on a metal frame with the inch and a half high letter J heating over a slow gas fed flame. Nearby was a metal bucket filled with water.

James secured her calves to the long kneeling pads with wide soft leather cuffs. Her creamy thighs were similarly restrained to the bench legs while another wide strap held her torso securely to the bench top. The other legs had cuffs for her wrists. Totally restrained, knees spread and unable to move her luscious buttocks and thighs were totally exposed as were her cunny and anus, once James had flipped her skirt over her back. Fascinated and terrified she could see her nemesis gradually developing a red glow.

"Are you absolutely certain about this? I could possible give you the position without it."

So tempting was this possibility that she hesitated before replying.

"Please just do it. I give you my submission by doing this." The J glowed bright red. Her heart raced.

She saw him grab the handle of the brand in a gloved hand. Eve shut her eyes tightly as the hated instrument left her sight line. 

After a short pause she felt the radiant heat from the iron close to her left flank. Nothing happened.

"Please Master, just do it don't hesitate."

"Fuck," he screamed. "I won't destroy such perfection." The radiated heat retreated from her flesh. She opened her eyes.

Hearing bubbling and a hiss she could see the handle sticking from the bucket while a cloud of steam rose above it.

So angry was he, that he didn't bother finding an implement to punish her bruised bottom. He pounded her soft round globes with his palms until both his hands were sore and she was screaming for mercy. Running his hand along her slit he found her dry. Had she been wet, he would have plunged into her tender pussy again to hurt her some. Guilt from what he had done and the contemplation of ravishing her washed over him.

Squatting, he pushed his face close to her. Tears had destroyed the girl's makeup and were pooling in the depression under her chin. She sobbed.

"You stupid cow; look what you've done to me. Thinking of what I nearly did makes me sick." So angry was that he was shaking. "If you still want to be with me, join me for breakfast at nine o'clock." He stalked away towards his room.

"Maid, get your skinny arse to my room. Bring wine and glasses." She heard him shout before the door slammed.

Oh hell, Eve thought, he's not going to fuck her just to spite me is he? Some minutes later she was relieved to see the maid, carrying a full glass past her to the consort's room, before returning and massaging her burning cheeks with soothing cream which took some of the throbbing pain away.

While the pain subsided, her bonds were released before the maid led her through the bedroom and into the dressing room. Before she sat in the chair before the mirror, the maid helped her carefully out of her dress. A soft pillow on the chair protected a little as she sat her punished bottom down.

Once her stockings and shoes were removed the maid coated her face with cream which she then wiped off, leaving her face fresh and free of makeup.

"Did you manage to pleasure yourself after lunch?" Eve asked.

"No mistress, there wasn't time."

As the girl was standing close in front of her, Eve reached around her with her left hand and pulled her close. With her other, she cupped the girl's sex through the thin fabric of her thong. Finding moisture, she ran one of her fingers back and forth along the slit.

Trying to pull away the girl said "No, you mustn't, he may be looking, and he will banish me to the country." A surprised Eve held on to the squirming girl and looked for a hidden camera. Her manipulation of the now panting maid continued.

Of course he would have cameras. He was a control freak. Eve didn't care; she wanted the maid as an ally. Soon her ministrations worked, bringing the girl to a breathless climax.

"You should sleep, mistress. You need to be up at seven."

While the bed was turned down Eve performed her nightly bathroom ritual, and then slipped, naked, between the soft satin sheets. The maid tucked her in, doused the lights and left.

Trying unsuccessfully to plot her assault on him the following day, she was soon asleep.

Awake early, Eve had already cleaned herself and was waiting when the maid, cappuccino in hand, arrived. 

"Make me perfect for him today, don't give him a chance." She whispered conspiratorially to the maid. She feared that he would be watching.

By eight forty five Eve was prepared. They had used every trick that their shared experience told them would work on him. Extravagant hair and makeup, tight corsetry, seamed hose, towering heels, sheer and clinging dress which showed off her perfect legs and fetish piercings; these would be his undoing. The silver chains that had replaced a thong during her ravishment were threaded through the rings of her cunny, their ends dangling between her creamy thighs. Eve was sure of it as, ignoring the twinges from her ravished cunny; she swayed seductively to the dining area. She was early for a change and he wasn't there to see her entrance.




Eve's New Job Ch. 04



The maid seated her at the small table and left to bring juice and information.

"The housekeeper said to go ahead with the meal. Master will see you at his pleasure sometime today. What can I get you to eat mistress?"

"A full English breakfast please. You should have one yourself; we need to get some curves on that cute little body of yours." The girl scampered away. If he likes curves, I'll give him curves, thought Eve.

Only one huge breakfast arrived. Eve shrugged and enjoyed every morsel of the fatty feast. After a trip back to her room to brush her teeth, she settled down in the lounge room with a tablet she found lying around and read stories. The only genre was erotic, with an emphasis on bondage and punishment.

At about eleven he arrived, dressed immaculately in a charcoal suite, white shirt tie and spit polished shoes. Eve's heart skipped. She stood and waited demurely as he approached. Surely he must love the way she looked.

James did his best not to react to her. Hell she looked perfect.

"Turn for me." He ordered. 

She turned as sinuously as she possibly could. Once facing him she was sure that there was evidence that she was getting to him. She deliberately glanced at his fly quickly before holding his gaze.

"Sit. Nice touch those chains. I might hang some weights on them."

Once she was seated. "So what am I to do with a wilful slave?" he mused.

"Mark me and make me your consort oh masterful one." She said smiling cheekily.

"I should put you over my knee right now for that insolence," sternly said.

"Oh goody, do I get to cum this time, I thought that was the deal."

"Alright, shut up and listen. I'll mark you but not with the brand. A discrete tattoo on an inner thigh will satisfy the rules. Ok?"

"Not acceptable. I want it where it can be seen by anyone in the playroom when you make me the main event as part of a party. I want a very sexy tramp stamp."

"A tramp what?"

"It's a tattoo on the lower back, just above the bottom. I think an erotic pink orchid; petals open with the J nestling in between will be perfect. I could have dresses made with a strategic split to show it off."

"Ok, you win. You can have the bloody mark. You can help the artist design it if you like. We'll do it this afternoon."

"And?" Eve left the word dangling.

He took her hands in his and pulled her to her feet.

"I'll take you as my consort if you wish."

"Thank you Master." She gushed.

He pulled her to him bent down and brushed his lips across hers."

"Remember this, I don't do vanilla. There will never be wedding bells and rug rats."

"Yes master, I understand, I'll be a perfect submissive for you, just watch how good I'll be."

The beauty smiled inwardly and thought; done and dusted.




Author's note.

That's may be it for the story of James and Eve. For those of you who have stayed for the whole ride I thank you. I know there are errors of fact and sometimes the scenarios are pretty far-fetched. It is fiction after all. I'm sorry to those who wanted a romantic end. I don't believe it has a place in this category. That said, if I was to weigh up the determination of each character I think I can see a winner here. You will have to decide. I may explore the Eve/ maid relationship, the parties and even some embarrassing excursions. If there is more to this tale it will be in the BDSM category.

Davine.