Slutty CEO Switch 2
Enough was enough.
She had been put through the absolute ringer for far too long and today she was going to retake her dignity and offer an alternative take on the male employee's expectations of her.
Clearing her desk had been a good start, as well as pulling it back to the side of the room to clear the carpet in the middle. Her plan would only work if there was a set scene with an obvious effort already applied, and she needed the space. The chair would be needed though, only the one.
The items she had express ordered earlier had been delivered and she was now dressed in a suspender belt, sheer stockings and a short black leather mini skirt. A shiny black leatherette bodice made her breasts sit up and didn't half pinch at her stomach, but gave her an exaggerated hour-glass figure which she hoped would assist in the new impression she needed to create.
A long thin cane-like horse whip had been unwrapped eagerly from the brown paper and now sat waiting for use on her desk, a bulging robust brown envelope beside it. She cast several evil grins at her props as she worked while waiting for the main event to start.
It was time to take charge of her situation and she hoped that her new look would be enough to captivate the men's attention and divert it from annoyance about her manipulation of the promise she had originally made. Plus, she had some games planned for them to keep the men otherwise occupied. It was time to give back what she had been taking from them for far too long. They had no idea what was coming.
She had then spent considerable time in front of the women's bathroom mirror and now dark eye shadow replaced her original lighter, softer look and dark red lipstick rather than bright, created what she hoped was an extremely vampish look, especially as she had also practiced a haughty sneer to emphasize her temporary new persona. This was no longer an innocent and submissive CEO, but a rather strong and powerful boss with a score to settle.
Her nerves felt a little on edge as what she planned for the men was totally outside her usual comfort zone. It wouldn't work without total confidence, but she couldn't spend the day walking around naked again. It just wasn't fair on her. Yes they had stayed Friday night under false promises but if she played It right, that concept would be manipulated and hopefully forgotten. It was time to turn the tables and switch things around.
Deep breaths girl.
By the time the knock came on the door, she felt calm and collected, and ready for battle. She negotiated hundred thousand pound deals with very tough people on a regular basis; she could certainly handle two employees who were overstepping their position.
...
Wow!
That had gone as smoothly as she had expected. The men had not been happy. Not at all. Their initial pleasure and excitement of hearing that she had arrived at work that morning naked, had wavered when they saw her dressed and seated in her chair in the middle of the office with her legs crossed and her breasts spilling over the top of her bodice. She wasn't in a business suit and their deal obviously completely forgotten, nor was she naked and on her hands and knees ready for a double ended fucking. Their eyes watched her sensually caressing the cane-like whip as she twisted softly left and right in the swivel seat, the raised eyebrow above mysteriously dark eyes and curled sneering lip. She was showing that she was ready for them and it stopped them in their tracks. They had expected meek and submissive, not overtly and obviously dominant.
All of a sudden they looked more nervous than she herself felt, and in that moment, the balance of power switched as definitively as a lightbulb bursting into life. They had glanced at each other uncertainly before the first complaint was voiced and negotiation began.
She had kept herself calm as the next set of events cycled through. She had explained that she had interpreted their requests and the men only had themselves to blame for their lack of clarity. Today was a new day and as employees they had to follow orders. They had asked for certain things and that a promise was a two way street. They had, effectively, promised sexual openness and if they didn't want to be known as shirkers, they had to do as instructed.
By the time she had ordered them both to "strip", she had twisted their grasp on reality until it was easier for them to just agree with her and do as they were told. Keeping her voice level and sultry, rather than loud or nagging, she was surprisingly successful with the guilt trip she had taken them on. Compliance was the only possible eventual path.
She couldn't quite believe their cooperation and had felt herself getting even further aroused at what she had successfully initiated as they did as they were told.
So, Wow!
She was now looking at two naked men standing side by side before her, with their hands on their heads. After permitting herself a moment of relief, she leaned forward and prepared herself to take a complete and unquestionable charge. It was all bravado, but they needn't have to know that.
The men's bodies looked very different now she could compare them. It made a change that it wasn't her completely naked in front of them, and she wanted to revel in it. The younger man was shorter and wider, with broader shoulders and less of a stomach. His balls looked tight and high under a longer but thinner cock than the other, much older man. His face looked embarrassed, which was only to be expected. It was up to her to run the game and get him over this first hurdle.
"Eyes forward," she growled as best she could at him, and as though she thought he was about to call an end to the proceedings, he instead did as he was told.
The other had a hairier chest and thicker thighs, but a larger sack of balls and a cock with much more girth. A slight gut, but not unattractive. His face showed a bemused amusement at what was happening to him, and it took her, "take that smirk off your face," for him to wonder what he had gotten himself involved in.
She was desperate not to smile as she stood up to patrol around them, her slow footsteps in the stilettos being accentuated by emphasizing her hip movements. They both kept facing forwards and as only permitted herself nerves when she rounded to the back of them and not in their eyeline.
The skirt was riding up nicely and she was aware that both men were now fixating on the little section of her bare flesh between the top of her stockings and the bottom hem of her skirt.
She didn't amend the situation. It was another nail in their dominant coffin and a feather in her cap. She stroked into her pussy with pretend aloofness aware that both cocks seemed to instinctively twitch at the view.
How trainable were these two?
She was sort of sorry that the delivery driver wasn't part of this experience but if this experiment worked out, well, maybe it could be repeated another time.
"Down!"
A swish of the whip across each of their buttocks stimulated both men to drop to their knees. She had half expected them to protest or complain. When one grunted at the pain, instead of an instinctive apology, she doubled down with a snarl of, "quiet" instead.
Another swish, and a red line appeared on what was a surprisingly pert bottom. This time, the older man took it without sound and she felt a burgeoning confidence in her abilities and confidence in their submission.
Both men were now on their knees, their hands still on their heads, both cocks showing a little more interest after the initial shock of what had been expected of their owners and their embarrassment of being naked alongside each other. The younger man's cock was sort of semi erect and the older one's had swollen considerably. It was amusing to see their ball sacks hanging between their legs and she had to fight an urge to reach down and grip each one in turn.
Both men had been obeying her commands without question, and if she was honest about it, this whole scenario was more of a turn on than she had originally expected. Instead of her just following a prerequisite set of expectations, she was feeling very aroused by it. What else could she get them to do?
She had promised use of a collar and leash. Time to make good on the promise. She didn't recall saying that it was her to wear it though. Time take them from the envelope.
She relished buckling the collars on the men. She had worn a collar many times, and there was a perverse delight in attaching it to another person, or in this case people. She could now appreciate how much of a turn on it was, for others, for her to be wearing these things. The two men now looked controlled in as much as a horse did in reins or a bull dog straining at their tether to protect their owner. She should have got spiked collars, but never mind. Seeing them in this fashion was making her very wet indeed.
Taking the seat again, she felt like a queen with her subjects before her, both leashes in her one hand. She stretched a foot out to each man and leaned back. "Kiss my feet."
It was a curt command, and as she expected, both men immediately dropped their hands from their heads to support their bodies as they leaned forward. The swish of the whip was swift and focused once more on their thighs, both crying out with shock.
A fraction of her situational awareness made her clench with worry that the blows were too hard and that she was in trouble. Best to brazen it out and show no mercy. It was the only way to maintain control of the game.
"Don't you dare make a sound!" The following immediate admonishments were taken with barely audible grunts this time. "Hands on head!"
Phew. The two men were still willing sex slaves for her despite the frankly, unreasonable request she had made of them. She watched each one's face for signs of disagreement and though she saw excited frustration, there was no sign of annoyance.
It was initially funny to watch the two return their hands to touch their heads and then contort themselves to lower their faces to her feet, losing and retaking balance, but this was coupled with a delight with their cooperation and an immense feeling of power. The older man was perhaps five years older than she, but his body seemed in good shape and her eyes lingered on the contours of his upper arms as his hands covered the shiny circle of missing hair on his head.
He was ahead of his friend with his agreeable compliance, but it needed both of them for the plan to work.
Neither man made a complaint about her treatment of them and with each passing moment, she felt an increase in her personal confidence and resolution. It was no longer her wriggling out of a prior promise but now her keeping this one to give them an experience that they would never forget.
The other man was much younger than she, and for some reason seemed far more ungainly than his friend as he split his knees further apart to get his face down to her foot, swinging his face around the loop of his leash.
Fuck.
Both men were now on their elbows and knees and each kissing a stiletto foot whilst maintaining hands on their own heads. She felt the soft tickle of their lips on her stockings above her shoes and she rotated each ankle to make them chase their goal. She clenched harder at the leashes as though there was resistance being applied, but there was none, and it was her own rising ardour that it sated.
The older man was trying to look up. He has obviously noticed that she was knickerless and was enjoying the view of her heavily swollen and gaping pussy. She was in two minds. Should she allow that or make something of it.
"Eyes on my feet,'' she commanded. "You don't get to look at me without permission."
