Slave to My Secretary

WARNING TO READERS. WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS COMPLETE FANTASY. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS LESBIAN D/S, NON CON SCENARIOS, BLACKMAIL, HUMILIATION, AND BONDAGE. READ AT YOU'RE OWN RISK. REMEMBER THIS IS FANTASY NOT REAL LIFE. ALWAYS PRACTICE CONSENT.

"I'm really loving my new car, Blake. I used to have to take the subway and bus to get around but I am loving this so much more." Julie said with glee as she drove what was once my BMW just this morning, through downtown Manhattan.

"I'm so happy that you like it, Mistress." I tried to reply genuinely though I struggled to hold back tears.

Just this morning I went from being a rich and powerful businesswoman and being a slave to my former lesbian secretary Julie. She blackmailed me, stripped, humiliated, and dominated me in my own office. Now after having been able to get dressed without any underwear on, along with having the humiliating words written on me in marker scrubbed off me with hand sanitizer, we both left the office early and got in my car to drive to her new home, which would be my apartment. She made herself accustomed to my car. Changing everything from the adjustment to the seats to the channels on the radio, making it feel like it was hers. When we hit a traffic jam and we're stuck for several minutes, Julie looked at me and got a devilish grin.

"Blake, be a good girl for me and pull up your skirt and spread your legs."

I looked at her, shocked at the request. Even though the windows in my car were blacked out and no one could see in, I was still very embarrassed as it was broad daylight out. When I hesitated, she yanked my hair.

"Did I stutter you pig?" She growled.

"No Mistress, I'm very sorry." I said submissively as I pulled up my skirt and spread my legs to show that I was wearing no panties. She ran her hands on my thighs and then played with my pubic hair.

"I guess it's been some time since someone's giving you any attention down here hasn't it?" She asked as she slowly slid her fingers inside of me. I gasp both from the humiliation and from the pleasure.

"Yes, mistress it's been some time." I replied, gasping. She began to finger me, and rub my clit with her thumb, causing me to gasp and moan.

"For a supposedly straight woman Blake, you sure acting like a bitch in heat from being touched by a girl." Julie said with a smirk.

I couldn't deny it. She knew exactly how to touch a woman. With her other hand, she grabbed my chin and forced her lips against mine. She shoved her tongue into my mouth making this the second time that I've kissed a woman for the first time in my life. She kissed me aggressively, as she continued to finger fuck me. I had nowhere to go being stuck in traffic, with no underwear on, along with her blackmail, so I simply had to take it. I couldn't deny it started to feel really good the way she was touching me. It felt so good that I could feel myself close to cumming.

"How does it feel Blake?" She asked, looking me deep in my eyes.

"It feels wonderful, Mistress". I confess between moans

"I bet you're close to coming, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm very close." I felt ashamed as I was about to cum from being fingered by another woman.

"First thing you should know now that you're my slave means your body belongs to me. Which means your orgasms belong to me as well so you only get to cum when I tell you!" She growled, pulling her fingers out and slapping my pussy hard.

I squealed both from the sudden shock of being slapped on my now sensitive pussy and being denied an orgasm. She held her fingers up that were soaked in my juices.

"Clean them." She ordered.

I was disgusted by the idea but before I could protest, she grabbed the back of my head and forced her fingers into my mouth.

"I said, clean them you, cunt." She commanded.

I did my best to clean her fingers with my tongue. She then began to fuck my mouth with her fingers. Pushing them in and out like a penis.

"Let's see how far I can get." She said, pushing her fingers further back into my throat. I choked and gagged as she started to fuck my mouth. I was worried I would end up vomiting on her and myself if she went back further. She pulled her fingers out of my mouth, thankfully, as I coughed and gasped for air. She wiped her hand on my expensive blouse.

"Not too good at having things in your mouth Blake? No wonder you can't keep a man. Don't worry, that's something that we're going to work on."

I wondered why she wanted me to not have a gag reflex as traffic began to move again. She went back to listening to the radio and singing her favorite Taylor Swift songs. We finally arrived at my apartment, which was now her apartment per the contract that I had signed, giving her control of my entire life. I lived by myself on the 30th floor in a luxury apartment. It had a dining room, kitchen, two bathrooms, living room, office, a guest bedroom, and the main bedroom. It had one way glass that had an amazing view of the city. Julie made me carry two large heavy duffel bags. Julie looked around the apartment, did a twirl, and smiled.

"I absolutely love my new home Blake. I lived in a cramped apartment with five other people in the Bronx. I even had to share a room with another girl. This is so much better." She said with excitement.

I struggled not to cry, gave a smile, and said "I'm very glad that you would like it here Mistress."

"Now that we're home, let's get down to business and take off your clothes. All of them."

I blushed, but complied with her orders. She had already cut off my underwear so beyond my office clothes, stockings, and heels there wasn't much else to come off. After taking them off, and folding them, I now stood completely naked in front of my former secretary. This felt like an episode of the twilight zone. I was 5'9, and 130 pounds of almost entirely muscle. Whereas Julie stood only at 5'3, was barely 120 soaking wet, extremely frail and petite. I was taller than her. I was stronger than her. I was even older than her yet I was the submissive one here.

"On your knees, slave. I have a present for you." She commanded, pointing her finger to the ground. I obeyed without protest.

She dug around in one of the duffle bags and to my shock she pulled out a thick dark brown leather collar that had a small black box attached to it.

"Be a good girl for me and hold your hair up." She ordered as she brought the collar close to my throat.

"Yes mistress." I said obediently as I held my hair up.

I still didn't understand why I felt so submissive and willing to follow her commands without thinking about the blackmail. I felt the smooth leather of the collar go around my throat and I also felt two small prongs poking me in the back of my neck. She tightened the collar around my throat. She then held up a small metal lock in front of me.

"This is to make sure you keep it on." she explained.

My heart jumped as I felt the click of the lock behind my head. The front of the color had a loop that held a pink bone tag that simply said the word SLAVE in big bold letters. I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes as I realized the severity of my situation. Julie grabbed my chin, tilted my head up, which was difficult due to the collar restricting my movement and she looked me in the eyes.

"Now you really are my slave. This collar isn't just for decoration. It has some really interesting features as well. Those little prongs that you feel sticking into your neck in the box, connect to my phone as GPS monitoring, but also I can deliver a shock to you if I feel like you're being disobedient."

She quickly pulled out her phone, tapped an app and pressed on the button. Suddenly, I felt a sharp burning sensation in the back of my neck.

"YOUCH!", I squealed painfully.

"Good. I see it works. You should also know that was a very low setting. You don't want to see what the higher ones can do." She warned.

She reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a long chain leash. She attached it to my collar, I can't believe she had just put it on me only a moment ago and now I'm referring to it as my collar.

"Let's go bitch. We need to have a little girl chat about our new arrangement."

Giving the leash a hard tug I tried to get up, but then she gave me another shock causing me to fall back down.

"On all fours you idiot. Do you think I'm going to give you the right to stand up and walk like a person?" She asked, annoyed.

"No Mistress, I'm terribly sorry." I replied, sinking my head low.

She pulled on the leash tightly, making me crawl on my hands and knees like an animal. She made herself comfy on my couch as I stayed on all fours.

"Now let's go over some ground rules, pet. From this moment onward, you will only speak when spoken to. Slaves are best seen not heard. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Next you're no longer allowed to make eye contact with me unless I tell you otherwise. You don't have the privilege to look at me."

At the threat of being shocked again, my eyes immediately went down to her feet.

"That's a good girl. From now on you will no longer wear clothes inside the apartment unless I tell you otherwise. You will be completely naked except for your collar. Next if you are doing something and I come in the room you will immediately drop down to the floor in a bowing position. You will make yourself as small as possible and put your face to the floor, you will not speak, look anywhere or move an inch until I say so. You ask permission for anything and everything. If you want to eat, drink, sleep, even go to the bathroom, you will ask for it first. You are not allowed to orgasm without my permission. This includes touching yourself. You are no longer allowed to masturbate without my say so. Later today, you will write an email to your boss explaining that you wish to work from home. You'll only have to go into the office a few times a month so you'll stay here where I can keep you in line. While I'm no longer your secretary I will continue to help you with your job, because the money you make is now my money and I enjoy spending my money you work so hard to get. You will no longer be allowed to leave the apartment unless I say you can. There will be no downtime for you. If you're not working you'll be taking care of the apartment. You will cook, you will clean, and you will take care of me. When there's nothing left to do, I will find something for you to do. I can modify these rules and add more anytime I see fit. Failure to follow these rules will result in severe and immediate punishment. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes, mistress, just one thing. I don't really know how to cook or clean. I mostly eat takeout or have frozen premade meals and I have a maid come twice a week to clean and do laundry." I explained.

"Well then you better learn if you don't want a severe ass beating. You're the head of accounting at a fortune 500 company, you'll figure it out." She replied annoyed.

She was right. I guess it can't be too hard figuring out how to do laundry or cook a meal. Still looking at her feet it felt so awful that she was giving me all these rules I had to follow inside my own home. Yet a part of me for some reason felt like it was a natural place for me. I never knew I had some part of me deep down that liked to be told what to do by another woman. Especially a younger and dominant woman.

"Mistress, may I say something?"I asked politely.

"Speak, slave." She sighed.

"I'm terribly sorry for how I always treated you. I shouldn't have done that and I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart. I'm so sorry. Could you ever forgive me for how I treated you?" I asked with a tear rolling down my cheek.

I truly meant this apology and I hoped she would see that maybe this whole thing was just going way too far and I truly had learned my lesson.

"Blake." Julie said softly as she wiped the tear away.

"Of course I forgive you. I can tell from your demeanor and this tear that you truly mean what you say. So yes I do forgive you, but it doesn't change anything at all. You're still my property now, and I am your owner and master." I felt my heart sink at that reply.

"Now let's go to the bedroom I need to run some errands so I wanna make sure you're nice and safe before I leave.'' She then tugged on my leash and made me crawl on all fours yet again.

She picked up one of the duffle bags and we walked into my bedroom. She commanded me to get on the bed and lay down. My heart raced, wondering what she was going to do next. From the duffel bag, she pulled out a wide assortment of bondage gear.

The first thing was a pair of heavy leather mittens. The mittens went over my hands and made it impossible for me to use my fingers once they were securely over my hands. Julie used steel locks on them to make it impossible to take them off. Next she attached a large black leather belt around my stomach that had straps attached to my upper thighs and between my ass cheeks. It was weird because in the center of the belt a set of straps hung loose next to my pussy like something should go there. Once fully secured she also used a lock on this belt. Next came the ropes, turns out Julie was an expert at knot tying. She had me tied down to the bed spread eagle. My ankles tied to a corner of the bed and my mitten hands tied to the other corners, but she didn't stop there. She wanted to make sure I wasn't going anywhere. She tied ropes around my stomach, thighs, below my knees, and beneath my elbows. By the time she was done I was completely immobilized in the bed, tied in tight rope bondage.

I felt fear wondering what she'd do to me, but another part of me felt excitement for some strange reason. Next she forced a large cherry red ballgag into my mouth causing my jaw to be stretched. The gag made it impossible for me to not drool uncontrollably. She took out a large wand massager and attached it to the leather straps of the belt she locked on me. The vibrator was pushed directly against my pussy making it impossible to wiggle away from. Next she took out these strange pink suction cups that went over my nipples. I could feel the insides of the cups had rubber nubs pressed against my nipples. Lastly she put a heavy padded blindfold over my eyes leaving me in total darkness.

"Now I have you where I want you, let me explain what's going to happen. I'm going to go on a little shopping trip for a bit, maybe get my hair and nails done. It's been ages since I've gone to the salon. You don't mind if I put it on your tab right Slave?" She asked.

I could barely say anything with gag in but it angered and saddened me she was going to leave me here and spend my hard earned money!

I tried replying "No!" but all that came out was a garbled mess.

"Don't worry I'll leave you some entertainment. The devices attached to your nipples and pussy are really fun vibrators that I can control with my phone. The nipple vibrators are really neat since they'll suck, vibrator and rub your nipples with the nubs inside them. I think I'll set everything to tease mode. It will vibrate everything on a very low setting, occasionally at random points it'll give an intense vibration but it won't be enough to make you cum. No matter how you move or wiggle you won't achieve climax, they'll keep you on edge just teasing you shy of release. At first it will be annoying not being able to orgasm, next it will be aggravating, then it will start to hurt, and lastly it will give you a terrible case of painful blue balls. You'll be in tears hoping to feel relief but relief will never come. I've gagged you to keep you quiet and I've blind folded you, lastly I'll put earplugs in your ears to cut off your sound. With no ability to see, speak, or hear you're body will compensate the lack of stimulation and sensation by making touch much more sensitive there by increasing you're torture of orgasm denial."

With that she got on top of me and shoved the plugs in one ear and whispered with the other.

"Welcome to your new life my little slave, this is only the beginning. Before I'm through with you I'll transform you into a masochistic, pussy addicted, lesbian bimbo slut. Have fun my little pig." She licked my ear before shoving the earplug in.

Stuck in complete sensory deprivation I tried to cry out and struggled against my bonds to no avail. I felt a kiss on my forehead and suddenly the vibrators came to life. Mistress, I mean Julie wasn't lying. They teased my nipples and pussy on a low setting causing small bits of pleasure but not enough to cum even though I was soaking wet. The wand was pushed directly on my clit and the nipple vibrators sucked, vibrated, and rotated the rubber nubs on my nipples driving me crazy. I called out for anyone, even Julie yet no one came. I was left there to suffer being driven to madness from orgasm denial. Was this really my life now?!

(To be continued)