7 comments/ 20170 views/ 12 favorites The Assistant Pt. 01 By: Mrfriskay "Hello!" I said as she opened the door to her apartment. "Come in!" She offered as I smiled at her. "Sit, please!" she was so polite, and I found myself sitting on her couch. "I'm glad you showed up, my last cleaner has gotten a new job and I'm way too busy to even handle the basic things." She smiled and sat down next to me. She was extremely attractive and about ten years older than me. She wore a simple black blouse with tights and some black sandals with trinkets on them. Her hair was sandy blonde and her eyes blue deep with eyeliner. "Well, I really need the work so, here I am." I said plainly and she smiled. "Great! Well, the cleaning supplies are under the sink and there is a list on the counter." Miss Zara stood up. "If you need anything, I'll be at the corner of the hall in the office." "Ok." I said and stood up. It was a pretty uneventful gig, washing some dishes, dusting, cleaning the floors and such. At the end of the day she paid me in cash and I was gone. The gig lasted for several weeks, and since I was having trouble finding a job, it was welcomed income. One Friday she sent me a text stating that she would leave the key, and I was to clean, then leave. I showed up at the normal time and started the job. Once I went down the hallway mopping I saw her bedroom was cracked. One thing I noticed during the gig was, that she didn't ever want me to clean the bedroom. My curiosity got the better of me and I peaked in. To my surprise the bedroom wasn't exactly decorated like the rest of the house. Her bed was a very large metal with a valance, and had a cage underneath it. Looking around I saw whips on the wall, and a few other pieces of bondage furniture. My heart quickly skipped beat, and I got out of there to finish up. The next Tuesday on my next scheduled work day I showed up, and Miss Zara let me in. "Sit down, let's talk." Her thin graceful frame led me over to the couch and I followed. I sat down, but she stood. "You've been doing really well, and I appreciate it, but noticed that you went into my bedroom while I was away." Her tone was sharp and her eyes locked into mine. "Yes, sorry" I stammered... "I saw the door open and was curious, I shouldn't have." "You're fired!" She shot back quickly before I could say anything else. I looked up at her awaiting some sort of rebuttal from me, and I looked back down at her patent leather boots. "I'm sorry. I'll go." I began to stand up and she put her hand on her waist. "My privacy is huge to me being a professional women. I don't appreciate you prying into it!" She added as I stood up and looked downward. "I promise nothing will leave this house. It was stupid of me" I said motioning for the door. "Wait!" she stopped me. "I've noticed something about you." She pointed back at the couch, and waited. I went and sat down. "See, you take direction very well without complaining, and that's hard to find in a worker. Except for the little mishap last week, I've been very pleased with your work and attitude." Her voice was stern while she sat in the chair across from me, and crossed her legs. "What exactly did you see in my bedroom?" Her voice was less sharp and more curious. "Nothing Miss, just your bed... and..." I stopped and she smiled. "I'll go ahead and get this out in the open. I am a dominant women in all aspects of my life, and that is reflected in my sex life." Her voice was blunt and she relaxed a little. "That is none of my business Miss, and I'm sorry for prying." I said quietly and she pondered on it for a moment looking down at her deep blue nails. "You know, I really am impressed with your humility." Her words soothed me, and I felt like the interrogation was over. "Well, I made a mistake." I owned up to it, and she smiled. "Even if you are sorry for your mistake, I still will not employ someone whom I cannot trust." Her words dug through me and I wondered in my head what I was going to do. "I understand. Well thanks for the opportunity Miss Zara," I went to stand up. "Sit!" her voice was stern, and I sat back down. "But..." I began. "I have another opportunity to offer you." She looked seriously and stood up. "You may continue to clean my home at the same pay rate as before, if you wish." She looked at me with a snicker. "I don't understand Miss." I said perplexed. She walked closer to me, and her sweet perfume enveloped me. "You will of course have several added duties, and you must wear a uniform." Her head cocked sideways, as she loomed over me. "What type of uniform?" I said rather dim to what she was getting at. She smiled and looked me over. Suddenly i felt like a piece of meat and it made me a little anxious. "I also have a non-disclosure agreement that everything that happens in this house, will in fact stay inside this house." Her thick voice was commanding and I looked up at her not really sure what to say. "This is all very sudden Miss, I need to work, and you pay in cash but..." I looked up at her snide snicker, and she leaned sideways as if waiting for a reply. "...What exactly are we talking about here?" I finally managed and she smiled. "I'm am a very blunt women Mr Donner, in case you haven't noticed." She backed up and went over to the side chair and sat down. She crossed her legs and leaned back. "My boots need cleaning." She sighed and peered over at me. "Miss Zara, I'm afraid that what you are hinting at could possibly lead to an inappropriate relationship." I said as she leaned forward. "I don't care!" her stern voice was blunt, and I looked down not sure what to do. I was secretly turned on by her, and my heart raced as I thought of some sort of defense for her brazen stance. "But, Miss." I started. "shhhhh!" She shushed me, stood up again and walked uncomfortably close causing me to lean back. "If you are to continue to work for me, you will not give excuses. You will only speak when I ask you a question, and you will answer with only Yes Miss, or No Miss, Understand?" Her words became sharper, and she stood as I looked up at her stern gaze. I breathed heavily, and wondered why I didn't just insist on leaving before. "Yes Miss" i stated and she smiled. "Very good! Now go about your usual duties, and report to me when you're done!" She smiled and walked down the hallway, and closed her office door. I started in the kitchen as usual, and worked my way into the hallway. She made several trips to her bedroom and back. When I was done with living area and the bathroom I knocked on her office door and waited. "Come in." I heard and entered. She was sitting at her desk and she propped her patent leather boots up on her desk, and motioned for me to sit. "It takes a special kind of man to put up with a women like me." She said with her arms crossed. I sighed and looked into her deep blue eyes. "What kind of man is that?" I said foolishly. "A bitch!" She said quickly in a sultry tone. I swallowed and began sweating a little regretting that I asked. She opened a drawer and pulled out some cash for the day and placed it on the table. "If our arrangement is continue, then you must read the instructions I have printed here and sign. There will be no negotiations on the rules." She pulled a piece of hair out of her face, and I stood up and picked up the document along with the payment. The title of the document said "Slave contract". "Y-you want me to be your slave?" I hesitated and looked over the document briefly. "Technically. your title would be Miss Zara's bitch, if you look below." She smirked and pulled a leather collar out of her desk and placed it on top. "Why would I do this?" i said reading into the document. (Slave shall always wear a collar and chastity device along with approved uniform. Slave will obey any order given by owner Miss Zara, or receive punishment as covered below...) "Because." She pulled out several stacks of cash and placed them on the desk catching my attention. "There will be twenty thousand dollars waiting in the safe at the end of the contract." Her thin lips licked at me as mine looked up from the stacks of money. The lust of her red lips mixed with the stacks of cash definitely caught my attention. My brow began to sweat and my heart raced quickly as she lounged in her office chair. I was definitely attracted to her, but the contract was very strict by any means. I would essential have to move into her apartment and live with her, as hers, with many strict guidelines. "Miss Zara this is a bit rash." My words were dramatic. "You are welcome to seek employment elsewhere." Her voice stated calmly. "I can't, I'm sorry" I laid the paper on her desk, and let myself out. A week later I waited for several return phone calls for applications. Two weeks later the landlord I rented the room from informed me that I would only have a two days to get out. Two days later I rolled a suitcase with my clothes along the street, and made my way to Miss Zara'a apartment. I rang the bell, and waited. I heard a pair of heels slowly approaching the door then it opened. "Probably the last person I expected to see showing up. Come in." Miss Zara smiled and opened the door. I walked into the apartment as she closed the door. "Did you change your mind?" She said with an air of confidence. "Yes Miss Zara." I said standing just away from the doorway. "Good, now let's get you settled in. Leave your suitcase here, and follow me." Her smile was brazen, and I followed her down the hall and into her bedroom. She opened up a closet with many different rubber and vinyl clothes. "The helps uniforms are here on the left. You will wash the prior days uniform the day after and place it back up" she turned and smiled. "Yes Miss Zara" I said nervously looking a several colors of vinyl maid's uniforms. She walked over to the bed and leaned down unlatching the cage under her bed. "These will be your quarters when you are not in use. You will find a nice vinyl mat and pillow there. A blanket will be provided on cold evenings" Her eyes looked me over. "Thank you Miss." My voice shook as I inspected the cage. "It will be locked at night for my safety." She added and walked over to a door at the side of the room. "This is my personal bathroom. I expect it to shine like new, understand!" She turned and looked up at me. "Yes Miss Zara." I said a little broken. "I love that tone in your voice. We'll see how much more of that I can bring out over the next year." Her voice was soft and low, and she reached up and touched my face softly. "Bitch!" she slapped my face playfully. "Now. where is that contract?" Her tone changed to a deeper more serious one. The Assistant Pt. 02 She quickly paced into her office, and I followed behind like a lost puppy. She placed the contract on the desk, and turned and handed me a pen. I paused a moment and looked over the document, and glanced up. "Is there anyway we can negotiate on the punishment part of the contract, I mean are canning and lashings really necessary?" I said worried looking over the contract. She placed a finger on her cheek and looked at me. "How about this? If I designate some punishment then, you may fall to your knees and kiss my boot to beg for leniency." Her tone was firm, and my hand shook as it grasped the pen. "Miss Zara I." I nodded my head breathed heavily and she pursed her lips. "That's as much as I'm wiling to give on the contract, and if you don't like it you can go sleep on the street." Miss Zara sat down, and relaxed. My thoughts raced and seeing her sit down was unspoken body language telling me she was in no hurry. I seemed rattled as I flipped the pages and it all seemed surreal, my reading was cut short by her clearing her throat. "I tell you what. If you want out of the contract at anytime over the next year, i will pay you 80% of what you've earned up to that point." Her eyes looked calm, and it was apparent that she had all the negotiation power here. I signed the contract and handed it to her. She smiled reaching for it, placed it upon her desk. I looked deeply into her lust filled gaze and it was then that something changed about her. It was when I met the real Miss Zara. When she got what she wanted her heart warmed. "I know what you're thinking, work a week or two, get on your feet and take off." Her voice was relaxed. "It' just a strange position, that's all." I responded frankly. "Do you find me attractive?" Her voice softened as she leaned back into her chair. I breathed to myself and cracked a smile. She was extremely attractive to me, but for some reason it was hard to admit it to myself. "You are very attractive Miss." My words were honest, and she smiled. "Come over here!" she spoke softly, pointed to the side of her desk and I stood up. "Get down on your knees!" Her voice was plain and curious. I hesitated for a moment then slowly dropped down and was eye level with her sitting in an office chair. Her boot reached forward and found a slight stiffness in my pants. My breathing became heavier and she poked around a bit. "You must be telling the truth." She chuckled and I smiled nervously. "Take down your pants! Underwear too!" She said sharply and my hands slid them all down. Her eyebrows raised looking down, and I suddenly grew in front of her. I looked down nervously and glanced up as she seemed satisfied. "Let's be honest here." She explained while she pulled out the collar that she showed me the other day and set it on the desk. "No self respecting man would have given that contract a second look. You're here because you are naturally submissive. I gave the offer to you because of the promise of what I was looking for in you." She paused and her boot prodded my now extremely hard dick. "Do you like being talked dirty too?" Her boot slid up my member, her face slightly pouted and I shivered a bit not believing this was really happening. "Or do you just like being bossed around?" Her sharp words were ringing in my head as she traced my hardness. "Uh, both." I said in a stupor as her boot continued it's course. She leaned in and pulled her boot away, and her soft painted lips where inches from from mine. "Do you know what I like?" Her thin hands grabbed the collar from the desk as she spoke in a whisper, and pulled the slick boot away. The leather collar went around my neck and she locked it on and straightened it up with a smirk. "I like obedient little bitches who are easily seduced." Her voice flared from it's whisper, to a soft low growl, and she turned towards her desk leaving me kneeling there. "Get me a warm wash cloth!" she ordered, and I stood dazed. I began to pull up my pants and she snapped. "Take them off!" Her voice was firm as she began typing on her computer, and I slipped them off and went to grab a warm wash cloth. :::Day 1:::: :::: It seems the submissive male shows great promise of being trained to my specifications. I have decided that the best course of action is gradual enslavement and training. Even though he shows promise through soft seduction, he may not be ready for the full slave regiment. it is my plan to use gradual degradation to slowly bring the potential to the more extreme duties, and use positive reinforcement ::::::: I returned from the bathroom to her office and she continued typing almost as if I wasn't there. :::::: to transform him into the perfect slave.::::::: "Good, now back where you were!" She ordered and continued to type as my head spun around in circles. I heard her breathing, and it was unusually heavy. :::::: At the moment the slave is kneeling before me, my name around it's neck waiting for my direction. It is this defining moment in which I need to show restraint in order to softly introduce the slave into my life. I have decided that the best method is to allow it release onto my boots, before attaching a chastity device. This time slave will use a wet cloth to clean my boots, and the next time it will be required to use it's tongue. After a month of chastity, I'm sure that I can make that so. If not then punishment will be administered, or it will be dismissed.:::::: She stopped typing and spun her chair around and crossed her legs. Her grin was bigger than before, her eyes lit up, and I knelt there clueless. "Do you like my new boots?" Her fueled question made me look down at them.