Thank you to Sue and Jen, who both crave submission and humiliation, and to Geoff, who helped me create and edit this story.
This story contains scenes including pain and watersports.
The prequel to this story is published in the BDSM category as "Office Slut." You don't have to read that story in order to follow this one, but it does provide entertaining background. Enjoy!
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.
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Chapter One
The usual Friday morning Executive Committee meeting at AmberWaves Communication took on added significance for one of its participants. As the senior executives of the company filed into the glass walled conference room, filling their coffee mugs and snagging a pastry, Jenna Thompson was unusually quiet, sitting at the end of the conference table fidgeting with her presentation package.
Amber Waverly, the founder and President of her namesake company, came in last, holding her cup of coffee in one hand and her meeting notes in the other. She was, of course, impeccably dressed, wearing a short black pencil skirt, heels, a cream colored silk blouse and a tailored designer jacket, all of which accentuated her tall, slender frame. She assumed her customary seat at the head of the table, signaling to the others that the meeting was about to begin.
In addition to Amber and Jenna, the other participants were Kevin Allston, the Chief Financial Officer, and Renee Burnside, the Director of Human Resources. As Director of Operations and Sales, it was Jenna's role to kick off the meeting with a summary of the company's current financial performance as well as a projection of the sales pipeline. The sales pipeline was the lifeblood of the company, and the portion of her presentation that typically received the lion's share of attention.
Jenna tried to give a plain vanilla presentation, passing out a power point presentation with charts and graphs showing that the company was on target to meet its expected quarterly earnings and sales goals. The group sat impassively as Jenna stood in front of the group and walked them through the presentation, with her glossing over the methods she used to achieve those numbers. Jenna wrapped up her presentation, sitting down, relieved that no one had asked her any questions. Just as she was settling into her seat Amber voiced a single, seemingly innocuous query.
"Jenna, you seem to have left out something important in your synopsis. Can you tell the group about the make good promise made by your lead salesperson (who everyone knew was Kimberly Pearson) to the Alliance Group?"
Amber knew that Jenna and Kim had acted as submissives over the weekend for a group of the company's largest clients under the condition that those clients would award additional business to AmberWaves. She also knew that Jenna would be humiliated by forcing to her confess to her unorthodox methods in front of her peers. She sat back and watched Jenna squirm in her chair.
Jenna paused, trying to formulate a coherent response. "Uhhh ... the ad buys that Kim made on behalf of Alliance didn't perform as expected. Kim promised $250,000 in free ad buys to make up for the shortfall." Kevin and Renee gasped when they heard the amount of the free advertising that was promised and wondered how Jenna was able to predict that the company would make its quarterly earnings, despite this significant setback. Kevin spoke up first.
"Jenna. How did you offset the $250,000 make good liability? That's a huge amount of incremental sales."
Amber smiled. As the CFO, she expected Kevin to ask that question because of the financial statement impact of the make good promise and she knew that Jenna would struggle mightily with the answer. She wasn't disappointed.
"Well ... uhhh ... we had to ... uh ... persuade our largest clients to buy additional ads," Jenna stammered.
"You're being too modest," said Amber in a snarky tone, "why don't you tell Kevin and Renee exactly how you and Kim persuaded the clients."
Jenna whispered a response that everyone strained to hear.
"I'm sorry Jenna," said Amber in a voice louder than was necessary. "We couldn't hear you, and everyone needs to hear this."
"We ... uhhh ... had sex with the clients in exchange for their promise of additional business." Jenna's face was beet red. She had never been more embarrassed in her life. "Why?" she asked herself, did she feel a shiver of excitement at this public humiliation?
"You're again being too modest Jenna," admonished Amber. "Didn't you and Kim offer yourselves as sex toys for an entire weekend at your house?"
"Yes," the attractive, but now humbled brunette whispered.
"What?" asked Amber.
"Yes," said Jenna, in a louder voice.
"So what kind of woman uses sex with clients to secure new business?" Amber wanted, figuratively, to press her heel on Jenna's neck to coerce a confession.
"I'm not sure what you want me to say," said Jenna, her voice wavering.
"You do. Just think about it." The room became quiet, but for the muffled sound of the cool conditioned air being blown through the overhead vents. Jenna felt the gaze of the others on her, pressing upon her like a great weight.
"I'm a slut," Jenna confessed with reluctance.
"Yes. Yes, you are Jenna. Thank you for sharing what you really are," said Amber with satisfaction.
Kevin and Renee looked at Jenna in a new light. This conservative, private individual they had known for years had just confessed to being a slut and using sex to entice clients to give the company more business. What else was she willing to do? Kevin had always found Jenna to be attractive, but the buzz in the office was that she was a lesbian so he hadn't really thought more about her. But now, being recently divorced, Kevin's mind raced with the possibilities of having sex with Jenna or Kim, or perhaps both. Renee was a lesbian and in her private life was involved in some very kinky shit. She had secretly hoped that she and Jenna would hook up at some point, but now hearing Jenna's confession, her mind was rife with ideas on how she could get Jenna to submit to her.
Amber, of course, coerced the confession for her own purposes. She was setting the table for Jenna and Kim's Friday night "penance" and also wanted to cement Jenna's role as a submissive. What better way than for Jenna to acknowledge in an Executive Committee meeting that she was an office slut?
Jenna was physically present for the remainder of the meeting but her mind was clearly elsewhere. She had just been forced to confess her sins to her colleagues. What manner of retribution did Amber expect to extract that evening?
The rest of the day literally crawled by. Jenna was dreading keeping her promise to appear with Kim at Amber's apartment in a few hours to subject themselves to whatever humiliation Amber had dreamed up for them. Perhaps resignation wasn't such a bad alternative, she thought. Jenna wavered between showing up and resigning, but in the end decided that ruining her professional career was too high a price to pay to avoid a weekend of humiliation.
At the end of the workday, Jenna went to her office to change. Amber had instructed her and Kim to dress "slutty." Jenna shed her conservative work attire and went inside her garment bag to retrieve an outfit she had bought for the occasion. She had a bright pink tube top that barely held in her breasts and black spandex shorts that highlighted her camel toe. She completed her outfit with platform wedge sandals. In her mind, the only thing that was missing was a pair of roller skates. Was she "Roller Girl" of "Boogie Nights"? She put on a top coat she brought so that the people in the office couldn't see her wardrobe transformation.
Kim, a tall buxom blonde, joined Jenna in her office. They agreed that they would take a cab together to Amber's place. Kim looked spectacular with her long blonde hair braided in a plait hairstyle. She was wearing a low cut blouse that was open almost to her naval and a mini-skirt that barely covered her pantyless butt. Her black "fuck me" pumps had at least four, if not five inch heels. Jenna felt better having a partner in crime as stunning as Kim. Her outlook for the evening brightened. Maybe it would be fun, she thought.
After a long cab ride through the gridlock of Friday night traffic in Midtown Manhattan they arrived at Amber's apartment building (a fashionable address on the Upper West Side), and upon entering the lobby met an imposing doorman whose nameplate said "Lewis." Jenna gave him their names and the person they wished to visit. "Yes, I see your names on the list, Kimberly Pearson and Jeanette Thompson, correct? Ms. Waverly's apartment is on the seventh floor, apartment 7A." He motioned to the elevators.
The two women walked through a large marble foyer and around a spectacular floral arrangement in the center of the room to an elevator bank featuring exquisite metal work on the doors. The elevator whisked them to the seventh floor. The hallway to Amber's apartment was elegant, but understated, with soft lighting, plush carpeting and well-appointed furniture. They knocked on the door, expecting to see one of Amber's house staff. Instead Amber opened the door, dressed to go out on the town. Looking long and lean, she was wearing a black pantsuit and heels that gave her the unmistakable aura of power and authority. Her hair was worn down, the ginger red tresses looking either reddish or blonde depending on where you stood. Instead of a friendly greeting she glared at her visitors.
"Strip ... now, everything but those slutty shoes," she commanded. She wanted to show that she was all business, but secretly she was delighted to see that both women had shown up and were looking every bit the office sluts they were going to be that weekend.
The two women looked at each other and then still standing in the hallway, slowly started to remove their clothing.
"Faster," Amber chided them. "I don't want my neighbors to see two sluts in front of my apartment."
Kim hurried, stripping her clothes off until she was nude, and stood at attention. Jenna was still reticent to strip naked in a semi-public hallway, but seeing Amber with her arms folded, realized she had no alternative but to obey. She stripped, but crossed her arms to cover her ample breasts.
"Drop the arms, slut," Amber said to Jenna. Jenna complied, but started to shiver. She wasn't used to being the sub, and the humiliation of being nude in a public space made her shake.
"Did you bring your collar?" Amber asked Kim.
