I sat nervously in the waiting area of Reyne+ Partners, the most prestigious family law firm in the city. It was my first day as a personal assistant to one of the partners in the firm, which is unlike any job I've ever had. My eyes darted around the lush space, admiring the art on the walls, when a pretty young redhead walked out from the back, smiling at me.
"Hi! You must be Isabelle!" She chirped, walking out from behind the desk to greet me. She's slightly taller than me, with a short, curly red bob, and a firm grip as she shakes my hand. "I'm Eden, I'm the receptionist. You're taking my place as fresh meat." she giggled and winked at me. I blushed, wondering how much Eden knew about the position I accepted. It never said whether or not I would only be... assisting Ms. Reynes, but the non-disclosure agreement I signed made me worry I'd be the only one providing the kind of services I was hired for. "Don't be nervous." Eden continued, clearly noticing my apprehension. "We'll make you feel very welcome. All the girls in the office are really close." She put her hand on my shoulder reassuringly, winking.
"That's good." I say quietly. Eden takes my hand and starts walking.
"I'll take you to meet Mo- I mean Ms. Reyne." She said happily, pulling me along with her. "She's so excited to meet you, and I can see why. You're such a cutie!" She takes me into the office space, which is all open, with offices with glass walls lining the perimeter of the room, with cubicles in the middle. All the employees are women. I think I'm the youngest, except maybe Eden, and they're all some of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen. One of the associates, a tall masc woman with a short black pixie cut, wearing a tailored white collared shirt and black pants, eyes me with a hungry look as Eden leads me past. We make it to the corner office and through the glass I see one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Her beautiful blonde hair is pulled back with a hairclip and when Eden knocks on the door and she stands to come greet us, I can't help but be awed by her alluring figure. Her dark red blouse is unbuttoned enough to highlight her massive tits, and her black pencil skirt perfectly hugs her thick thighs and ass. I feel frumpy in front of her, in my long grey skirt and black long sleeve skirt. She opens the door, looking down at me. She's already tall, but her sky-high heels make her beauty even more intimidating.
"You must be Isabelle." She says, her voice warm. Her smile is inviting and sets me a bit more at ease.
"Yes, Ms Reynes, it's nice to meet you." I say, reaching my hand out to shake. She looks at it and chuckles warmly.
"Oh honey, so formal." She remarks, shaking my hand and turning to Eden. "Thank you pet, you can go." Eden nods and walks off. "Come in Isabelle." Ms. Reynes waves me in, shutting the door behind her. Her office is large, with a mahogany desk and black chairs in one corner, and a red couch and matching chairs in the other. A large bookshelf takes up the non-glass wall. "Sit." She orders, gesturing to one of the chairs. I do as she says, smoothing my skirt. She smiles softly. "Very good." The gorgeous blonde MILF makes her way around the desk, her heels clicking on the wood floor, sitting across from me in her leather chair. "How are you doing Isabelle?"
"I'm doing well ma'am." I say, anxiously fiddling with the edge of my sleeve. "How are you?"
"I'm excellent Isabelle." Her eyes scan me for a minute, like a predator sizing up her prey. "Since we promoted Eden to reception, I've been without a personal assistant for about a month, so I'm very happy to have you."
"I'm excited to be here ma'am." I answer truthfully.
"So tell me Isabelle;" she leaned forward on her desk, giving me a look down her blouse at her big tits. "This is obviously a rather... unorthodox position. Since I wasn't available to interview you myself, I'd like to ask why you chose to take this job." I think for a second before answering.
"Honestly? I am someone who... I spend most of my time thinking about other people. What they're thinking about, what they're feeling, what I can do to make things better. I really love making other people happy. And in all my relationships, I feel like the men I was with sort of took advantage of that. It was always about them, and I felt like they took how giving I was for granted, and took everything I had to give without really giving anything back. So when I saw this job posting I thought 'well, I'm good at that. And I'd get paid to do it.' So here I am." I say, my voice shaking a bit with nerves. I look down at my feet, in black mary janes as I talk. "Sorry if that's too much information or anything."
"No no darling." She tuts, standing up and walking over. "That's the perfect answer." She stands over me, her perfectly manicured finger pushing my chin up to look at her. Her intense green eyes behind thin glasses meet my round blue ones, and I feel a wash of calm walk over me as she says "Don't apologize for answering a question you were asked to answer." I nod. "You're a very obedient girl, Isabelle." She says, cupping my face gently in her hand, as if inspecting me.
"Thank you ma'am." I say, a warm feeling I hadn't really felt before began to stir in my stomach.
"You're welcome Isabelle." Ms. Reynes let go of my face and leaned back against her desk. "So, let's go over your role. From 9:00 am to 5:00 pm, Monday to Fridays, you will be my office pet. Occasionally I might have you do some administrative work, answer some emails, organize some files, etc. But for the most part, your job will be serving me. If you would like to serve me outside of work hours, you are more than welcome to, but it is not something I will require you to do. Eventually, you'll serve the other ladies in the office, but you are MY pet." she says, her warm voice firm as she emphasized who I belonged to. "I am the head mistress of this office. The other two partners are only submissive to me. The rest of the girls go based on personal preferences. Some of them prefer to be more dominant, and only submit to me and the partners. Others prefer to be submissive, and some switch back and forth. After a little time here, you'll join the rest of them in your preferred position, and we will hire another office slut. Unless of course, you want to remain the office submissive, but that's for later down the road. Do you understand everything so far?"
"Yes ma'am." I nod, biting my lip.
"Good girl." She smiled, before continuing. "Now, I have your list of limits from the onboarding process. I promise none of them will be crossed. If someone does, they will be fired on the spot. While you are on the clock, you will obey my every command. If you disobey, you will be punished. If you are a good pet, you will be rewarded. But you already seem like a very obedient little pet, so if you keep this up, I think I will be giving you lots of rewards." She motioned with her hand for me to stand up, which I quickly did. "Very good girl." She chuckled warmly. Standing up, she walked around me, sizing me up. "Now, you will be submissive to all the other employees. Unless their orders contradict mine, you are to obey them as well. We have your safeword, Easter, on file, and all the girls are aware of it. You have consented to photos and videos, but of course none of them will leave this office. Do you have any questions, pet?"
"No ma'am." I say, feeling her soft, warm hands on my back as she ran her fingers down it, making me shiver.
"Good. Now, let's get started." She walked over to the couch, sitting down and leaning back confidently, her green eyes hungry. "Take off your clothes, pet." She commands. My eyes dart over to the glass wall, where we are perfectly visible to the office. "Don't worry about them. They know their place, they can only watch if they're caught up on their work, and we have a few tight deadlines, so you shouldn't have too big of an audience. And they know they're only allowed to watch until I say so. Now, don't make me repeat myself Isabelle." Her tone was firmer, and using my name felt like an admonishment, compared to the warmth of the other name she used.
"Yes ma'am. Sorry." I say bashfully. I pull my black long sleeve shirt over my head, revealing a lacy black bra, slightly too small for my big tits. I slide my grey skirt off, revealing matching panties, before reaching back to undo the bra. My hands are a bit shaky from nerves, and after a minute, I ask, embarrassed "Could you please help me ma'am?" Her warm, hungry smile didn't move, as she leaned over to an intercom and said:
"Alisha? Can you come give us a hand please?". After a minute, the tall masc woman from before walks in. She grins hungrily at me, before turning to my new Mistress.
"What do you need ma'am?" She asks, her voice low and confident.
