Traci Daniels was an attractive lesbian in her early 30s who was employed as an administrative assistant to CEO Jasmine Reynolds, an African American beauty with flawless ebony skin, long, sleek hair as dark as midnight, and a very assertive, dominant nature. It was this last attribute which Traci found most compellingly attractive. Herself a secret submissive, Traci had fallen deeply in love with Jasmine during her first employment interview in the presence of the beautiful woman of power and her attraction had intensified steadily every time she was in her presence. Whenever her sexy boss summoned Traci into her office Traci's knees went weak and at night, alone in her bed, she engaged in lurid fantasies about being dominated by Jasmine and engaging in hot BDSM sex with her.
Of course, she would never admit her feelings to her boss and she strived at all times to keep them hidden. Even her occasional trips to the women's room while at work to sit in a stall with her fingers inside her dripping pussy satisfying her desperate cravings were always carried out with total discretion.
All that changed one Friday afternoon shortly before she would leave for the day, planning nothing out of the ordinary for the weekend. Her desk phone rang and she saw that it was Miss Reynold's' line. "Yes Ma'am?" she answered.
"Please come in here," Jasmine directed.
"Right away, Ma'am," she replied. In a moment she was in Jasmine's office standing before her desk, secretly feasting her eyes on her Black goddess. "What can I do for you, Ma'am?"
Jasmine pushed a page from a memo pad across her desk, "Take this." Traci picked it up and looked at it.
"That is my home address," Jasmine went on. "I'm having a little party tonight. Be there by 9."
"Oh, Ma'am," Traci exclaimed. "I'm honored but I'm not sure attending a social function at my boss' home would be appropriate. I mean it could cause difficulties with other employees."
"I don't think you understand," Jasmine replied. "It wasn't a request. Nine o'clock, no later. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes Ma'am," Traci stammered. Her objections had been instantly overcome by Jasmine's dominant tone. "Thank you, Ma'am."
"Good," the Black woman continued. "That's all."
Effectively dismissed, Traci left the office. Once alone, her head was spinning and her heart pounding. Her goddess had invited her to a party - at her HOME! All of her fantasies seemed to be coming true! What would she wear? Would it be possible to have her hair done?
It was approximately 8:55 when she rang the bell at Jasmine's home. She had donned what she considered her most attractive dress and had, indeed, managed to persuade her hair dresser to give her a last minute do. Her stomach was churning with excitement.
In a moment Jasmine opened the door. "Right on time. Good. Come in."
As she entered Traci began, "Ma'am, I just want to thank you for inviting me and tell you how -."
Jasmine picked up something draped over the back of a chair and handed it to Traci. It was a skimpy (VERY skimpy!) maid's outfit and a pair of strappy high heeled stiletto shoes. "Go into the bathroom and put these on. When you come out be wearing them and nothing else, no underwear."
Traci just stood there in shock as the humiliating truth dawned upon her. She was here to be some sort of servant! Well, dominant boss or not, love interest though Jasmine might be, if she thought that Traci would submit to this she was in for a huge disappointment!
"Hurry up," Jasmine chastised her. "Or I may have to punish you. My guests will begin arriving at any moment."
Traci just stood there open mouthed. Punish her? PUNISH her?! Who did this arrogant bitch think she was?
"NOW, Traci!" Jasmine snapped. "The bathroom is down the hall."
The sharpness of her boss' tone and the sternness in her voice triggered Traci's submissive nature and caused all resistance to evaporate instantly. "Y-yes Ma'am," she murmured timidly as she took the outfit and obediently headed for the bathroom.
When she emerged she found three other women sharing the living room with Jasmine, a tall blonde, an attractive brunette, and a petite beauty of obvious Asian extraction. All three were sipping cocktails.
"Ah," Jasmine remarked. "There she is. Ladies, this is Traci, our entertainment for the evening. Traci, there is a tray of party snacks in the kitchen. Go and fetch them for us."
Entertainment! Anger flashed within Traci but she said nothing.
"Delightful!" crooned the tall blonde. "Wherever did you find her?"
"She works for me," Jasmine answered. "Do you really approve of her, Monica?"
"But of course," answered the blonde.
"You have truly outdone yourself this time," said the brunette.
"Why thank you, Celeste. That is quite a compliment coming from you."
Traci was standing there in the too small outfit feeling more humiliated by the minute. This was UNBELIEVABLE! She thought to herself. She should go put her clothing back on and leave this minute! - Instead however, she just did as she had been told, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of the women. Instinctively she sensed that she was not permitted to take one of the snacks herself - just as she hadn't been offered a cocktail.
"I think she's into this," remarked the Asian woman.
"Do you think so, Susan?" Jasmine asked. "I hope so. Of course it really doesn't matter if she is or not. I've sensed for quite some time that she is submissive so she will comply with our demands but it will make it so much better if she is also a lesbian as we are."
"Indeed," added the brunette. "I'm getting wet just imagining that delectable face between my legs.
"Oh, I suspect rather strongly that she is but let's find out." Susan addressed Traci, "Lift the front of that little skirt, bitch, and show us your cunt. Let's see how wet it is."
Traci was stunned! Speechless! No one had ever spoken to her like this. She had to get out of there! "No," she finally managed to say. "I'm leaving now. I won't take any more of this insulting treatment. You can't make me."
She turned and started heading for the bathroom where her clothes and purse were. She would dress quickly and get out of there as fast as she could.
"You are correct," Jasmine said from behind her. "We can't make you stay and none of us will try. But know that if you leave I will never invite you back. You may remain and do anything and everything you are told or you can leave and lose forever the chance to serve the other ladies - and ME! Think about it quite carefully, my dear. I've been watching you very closely in the office and I rather suspect that your sweet little pussy is just as wet as Miss Susan thinks it is."
Traci stopped in her tracks. Jasmine knew! She KNEW! Even as the moisture trickled down the insides of her thighs she was forced to face her own reality. Despite of her fear and humiliation (or perhaps because of it) she was more aroused than she had ever been.
"Well?" Jasmine pressed her. "Which is it to be?"
"I - um - er -!" she stammered.
"Get back over here," Commanded Jasmine.
Meekly, her head bowed, Traci obeyed until she was once again standing before her boss and her three guests. "Miss Susan told you to do something, do it."
Reaching down and blushing from head to toe, Traci took hold of the front of the tiny skirt and pulled it up to reveal her naked pussy.
"See?," remarked Susan. "She's positively drenched down there!"
"My, my," cooed Monica. "This is going to be DELIGHTFUL!"
