A Day At The Office!
(Slut Fannie becomes a sex slave for her boss!)
Pt. 1
"Fannie come into my office, Dear!" came the voice over the intercom in a demanding tone.
"Yes Ma'am!"
Fannie quickly pushes her office chair back from the desk and stands. Looking down she checks her outfit as she smoothes down the front of her short skirt. She walks to the door to her boss's office and softly knocks.
"Come in dear. There's no need to knock."
She enters the office and slowly walks to her boss's desk where she is sitting. Her footing is still a little awkward as she is getting used to wearing her new high heels.
"Step around the desk so that I can measure. You know the drill." Her boss orders.
It has been almost a week since her boss, Cindy, came to the house for dinner. It was what happened after that really changed things. Fannie showed her deep desire to please her boss sexually and Cindy showed how capable she was at dominating the young woman. After their sex Cindy had a meeting with Fannie's husband S about the possibilities that this newly discovered secret could uncover. It was decided (with Fannie present and kneeling at her boss's feet) that while at her job Fannie would be controlled completely by her boss. She would be told how to dress and must obey any command that she is ordered to do without question. In return Cindy agreed to pay for any clothing or expenses as well as a sizable increase in pay and benefits with bonuses for "going the extra mile".
Cindy watches as Fannie makes her way around the desk. She is wearing a tiny flowered dress. The neckline comes down in a deep "V" showing much of the milk white flesh of her breasts. The skirt is very short and pleated. She is wearing dark nylons that fit into black stiletto shoes with 4 " heels.
"Made it with a little room to spare this time. After your punishment from the other day I guess you didn't want to take a chance." she said as she sticks her ruler up Fannie's skirt to her crotch.
The rule that was made said that she can not come to work with a skirt that hangs more than 6" below her crotch. Today she was lucky as it is only 4" and she will not be punished for breaking the rule this time. Cindy holds the ruler in place and pushes it up with a little force as she watches the reaction on the young woman's face. Another rule is that she is not allowed to ever wear underwear unless it was specifically ordered by Cindy. The only exception would be when she is having her period and she will be required to wear pants keeping her pussy off limits during those times. The ruler now pushes against the meaty flesh of her outer pussy lips and as the woman pushes the sharp edge of the ruler harder it begins to cut into her tender flesh and cause her pain.
"Owwww!" She clenches her eyes and grits her teeth but does not make any move to try to stop her.
"Baby! You will learn to take pain from me and enjoy it. But I think that, for now, I will have to bring you along slowly." She said as she removes the ruler inspecting it for traces of any wetness. The last thing that she wants to do is cause any real damage or to have her new play toy quit on her.
"You've passed your inspection for today. I'm expecting a client this morning so make sure that you get your ass right out there and buzz me when he arrives. This account can be very good for our business so I may require you to assist me in signing him up."
"Yes Ma'am!"
She gets back to her desk as fast as she could. Her high heels are 4" and according to Cindy's rule they must be at least 4" high every day. She will have to get used to them before she can walk like a true slut and move up to higher heels!
Cindy ordered Fannie's new desk specially made. It is basically a regular functioning secretary's desk except that it has a glass top and a glass front. The reason for this is so that when the clients come into the reception room and turn to the right the first sight that they will see is Fannie facing them sitting at her desk with her long exposed legs in plain view. She is required to keep her legs together (unless told otherwise) and not to cross them. As clients walk up to the desk they are looking down with an unobstructed view of her legs only inches from her exposed pussy. Her boss is hoping that this will encourage more clients to come in and bring in more business.
The front door opens and in walks a man in his thirties wearing a suit and tie. He looks to the left, where there is a long leather couch, and than around to the right. He spots Fannie sitting at her desk filing her nails and he stops in his tracks and stairs in amazement at the sight before him.
"May I help you?" she asks without ever taking her eyes off of her nails.
The man steps forward and takes in as much of Fannie as he could. He looks at her long legs and slowly raises his eyes to her ample cleavage and finally to her face which is heavy with makeup and eyeliner making her look more like something he would see in a high class bordello as opposed to a business office.
"John Randall to see Miss Jordan." He said looking a bit nervous.
"Mr Randall is here to see you, Ma'am" she spoke into the intercom.
"Send him right in!" she replied.
"You can go right in Mr Randall.....Mr Randall?"
"Oh, sorry." he stuttered as he broke his gaze. "John.... The name's John."
"OK John.... I'm Fannie". She said looking up at him with a smile.
Smiling back he turns and walks away toward the door to the inner office. He gets to the door and turns the knob as he continues looking back at Fannie until he is inside of the doorway and she is no longer in sight.
"Hello John! How are you?" comes the voice of a smirking Cindy. She could tell that he noticed her new secret weapon for hooking new clients.
"I can see that you've met my new assistant."
"Oh my god! What happened to the last girl that you had?" he asks.
"She is the same girl only with a new attitude!" she replied with a wink.
"Man! I wish that I could find a receptionist that looks like that! I would clean up in this business!"
"I'm sure you would!" she said smiling. "How about some coffee?"
"That would be great! Thanks!" he said as he looks over at the coffee maker on a small table by the window.
"Fannie, Mr Randall and I would like some coffee." said Cindy into the intercom.
"Right away Miss Jordan!" she answered.
John Randall nearly got whiplash as his head spun around to see Fannie as the door to the office opened. His jaw almost dropped to the floor as she walked by him and over to the coffee maker. She was a ravishing sight! Her dress looked much smaller now that she is standing. There was very little material to it. The neckline went down between her breasts barely concealing them as she walked. The hemline ended only a few inches below her ass cheeks. The dark stockings highlighted her powder white skin and the stiletto heels helped the look by raising her ass high in the air.
Cindy and John made small talk while the girl performed her task. Both of them had their eyes glued on her long legs and fine upturned ass as she worked as the spoke.
"Cream Mr Randall?" Fannie asked as she placed the cups on their saucers.
"Hmmmmm?" he replied in a daze.
"Would you like cream in your coffee?"
"Uh...Oh! Yes please" he said as he tried to come out of his trance. Fannie bent at the waist to pick up the two saucers and as she did her tiny skirt rose up above her stocking tops to the point where you could see some of her creamy flesh just below her ass cheeks. John instinctively crooked his head to the side to get a better view as Fannie turned to walk back over to him. He quickly straightened up in his seat awaiting his coffee. As she stops in front of his chair she bends down to hand him his cup. His eyes become glued to her chest as her small top pulls away and her breasts are exposed to him mere inches from his face.
She reaches out with the cup and saucer and the handoff doesn't go well. He bumps the cup with his hand causing it to tip in the saucer and spilling some of the hot coffee on his lap.
"Owww!" he shouts as the hot coffee spills on his lap. He jumps up quickly as Fannie backs away.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" she says as she heads back to the table to get some napkins to help wipe it up.
As he stands holding the saucer with one hand and the handle of the cup with the other she returns and starts wiping the spill from his lap with the napkins. It was immediately evident the he was sporting one hell of a hardon as his cock pointed downward in his trousers like a rocket. His erection was well defined through his boxers and the thin material of his slacks.
Fannie franticly tried to wipe off the liquid in long slow strokes down the length of it causing it to shift from side to side. He was embarrassed but liked the attention that his engorged member was getting.
"Ohhhhh!" came from Fannie's lips when she realized the effect that she was having on this man.
This didn't go un-noticed by Cindy either!
"Bad girl!!! Now look what you have done to Mr Randall!" she said.
"No no. It was my fault entirely." he said.
"I'm sorry, John, but there is no way that you could be at fault here. The fault surely lies with my clumsy assistant. Fannie you know that you will have to be punished for this don't you?"
"Yes Ma'am." she replied with her head down.
"I think that the paddle will be in order for this. You know where it is. Go fetch it and bring it to me. Now!" she demanded.
As Fannie walks away John takes over wiping off his crotch. She walks over to a large antique wooden cabinet located behind her boss's desk. Taking hold of both handles she opens it wide in order to find the paddle. John is a bit stunned as he looks inside and sees hanging , besides the paddle, were several implements of bondage and torture as well as some leather gear that he could only guess the purpose of.
Fannie removes the paddle from the hook inside and closes the cabinet doors. She brings it back to Cindy and places it in her hand.
"OK you know the drill. Assume the position!" she orders.
Fannie now walks over to a large conference table on the other side of the office and removes a chair and puts it aside. She then faces the table and leans forward and places her hands on it. Bent over with her ass up behind her she spreads her legs about three feet apart and waits. Her tiny dress raised up several inches to the point where the bottom of her ass cheeks peek out slightly.
