Just over a year ago, the company had grown enough that they required an accountant -- and the Boss intended on filling that position.
There were a few candidates, but only one stood out to her. The mousy young girl, her hair longer at the time, pulled back into a bun so tight the employer was sure it was causing the poor girl headaches. After an impressive (and professional) showing, she was offered the job and accepted it with glee.
Then, her Boss offered her another position -- one on her knees, one of worship, one that came with different perks. The blush that rose to her cheeks, the breath that caught in her chest, all indicators that she was more than happy to oblige. Still, the words caught in her throat, and the would-be Mistress reminded her that her employment was not tied to this offer.
The Girl nodded, whispering, "Y-Yes. I like the sound of that."
Over the next year, the two became closely acquainted, with the Boss enjoying how skilled her new hire was with her tongue and hands. Soon, the Girl received her own leash and collar and, later that same day after pleasing her Mistress time and time again, was finally allowed to experience her own climax.
After how quiet she'd been at her desk with her coworkers, and how shy she still seemed in their sessions together, her Boss was surprised at how loudly her Girl moaned when she finished. To silence her that first time, she grasped her Girl's hair roughly (now released from its bun-shaped prison, falling just past her shoulders) and forced their lips together in a rough kiss.
The two grew to enjoy each other's company quite a bit, even meeting up outside the office at the Boss' home, a luxury condo with one of the two bedrooms dedicated to her craft. There, the Girl grew to learn new depths of pleasure -- and of her own depravity, coming to love the spankings she received for disobedience, the edging her Mistress would put her through, and the games they would play with the men they would entice back to their lair.
But after some time, she could tell her Mistress was growing listless; her spankings were less severe, her punishments less frequent, even when the Girl grew bratty and pushed back against directives. Worried her domineering partner was getting bored, they had an honest talk on the couch that the Girl had only previously been on to help seduce the one-time lovers her Boss would bring back.
"Oh, you poor thing," her Mistress cooed, bringing in her Girl for a warm embrace. There, her head resting against her Boss' bosom, she felt safe and let out a contented sigh. "It has nothing to do with you. I am so sorry I've made you feel that way."
Releasing her Girl, she looked into her big, brown eyes, bloodshot and welling with tears from their conversation. The Boss wiped them away, planting a kiss on each cheek and a final, soft peck on her lips. "I am so sorry. I never wanted you to feel anything less than valued. It's..."
She hesitated. The line between Mistress and Employer was one she tried not to blur, but at this point it seemed unavoidable. "The company has been going through some changes recently and I'll likely have to do some more hiring in your department. Truth be told, I was worried you would..." She chuckled, realizing she'd put herself in the situation she'd worried about this whole time. "I was worried you would think I'm replacing you."
"And you're not?" she asked meekly, sniffling a bit to hold back the tears that threatened to well up once more.
"Never," her Mistress replied with the stern tone that had brought so much comfort and pleasure over the last year. "You are dear to me, my Pet, and no one could replace you. In the office, or in the bedroom." The smile she had grown to enjoy, perhaps even love, blossomed across her Girl's face and she dove back in for another tight hug.
"Thank you, Boss," she said, muffled by her Mistress' dress and ample cleavage. "I'm sorry I even doubted you."
Stroking her Pet's hair, her Boss said, "You have nothing to apologize for, dear. Nothing at all.
"Now be a Good Girl and go put on your collar. I do believe I owe you a proper apology."
A few minutes later, her Good Girl (as she would now be known -- she had, to her delight, graduated from being just a Pet) was strapped to the large bed in her Mistress' play room. Her wrists and ankles were restrained so that she lay spread-eagle across the soft, purple sheets, naked save for the collar tight on her throat, a smile still playing at the corners of her mouth.
Just a few feet away stood her Mistress, who had stripped down to nothing except for a leather harness that she was tightening to the right fit. Extending from the black straps was a thick strap-on dildo, one the Mistress had purchased specifically for her Good Girl. The time had finally come to break it in. Unseen to the naked eye, the device curved sharply at one end, curling up inside the Boss to satisfy her as much as she was satisfying her Pet.
When the straps were fastened correctly and the Mistress could feel the smooth plastic pressing against her sweet spot, she climbed onto the bed, kneeling atop her Girl who shivered with anticipation. "Now, I'm going to give you a gift you've been waiting much too long for." Beneath her, the Girl whimpered, biting her lip and trying in vain to control her breathing.
"Are you ready, my Good little Pet?"
