The Thief in the Corner Office - Pt 9
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There was nothing unusual about the theft of Bill Haldeman's invention. Big corporations regularly reverse-engineer the work of independent inventors and steal it. Things changed when Haldeman found a way to fight back. In Part Nine of this 10-part story, Haldeman is shocked by a suggestion from the CEO who stole his work.
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Alice was almost finished working with Venus Van GoGo. The illustrations on her skin made her a masterpiece of body art. No one knew because the clothes she wore at work covered all the tattoos. But I knew, and I was very pleased. I spent long hours adoring her body, and she adored being adored.
We talked about how she'd debut her new look. We decided she'd do it at the annual fundraising banquet for the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra. Alice was a major donor to the orchestra, and their annual banquet was the most important social event of the year in San Francisco.
There was a tradition of beautiful women walking down the red carpet in bold creations from top designers. It seemed like the perfect place for Alice to show up in a barely-there gown that showed off as many tattoos as possible. After her photos appeared, the more conservative members of the business community would clamor for her removal as CEO.
Things were progressing well at work. I continued using the sound generator to transform most of the managers and directors at Scient into big fans of mine who'd support a move for me to replace Alice. I was having lots of fun sex with Sheila and Helen, and it made me wonder how large my harem could grow. With careful scheduling, I felt sure I could invite a lot more women to become regular visitors to my bed.
As all this was happening, Alice seemed to be changing. She was often lost in thought. She deflected the question when I asked what was on her mind, and I began to consider using the sound generator to force her to tell me.
She finally shared her thoughts voluntarily.
"Sir, I'd like to talk with you about something serious," she said one afternoon.
Alice sat next to me at her breakfast table. She had a manila envelope that seemed to contain some documents. She also had a small wooden box with an intricate inlaid design.
"As you know, I have become a very different woman than I was before I met you," she said. "The things I used to care about - like fancy clothes, fine restaurants, and my job as CEO - are no longer important to me. I used to look down on women who willingly submitted to men sexually. Now I'm one of those women myself.
"I want my life to change. I want to resign from my job and devote all my time and energy to the thing I care about most - you, Sir. I'd like for you to become the next CEO. You have a vision for the future of Scient, and you can make your vision a reality. I'd like to do something completely different.
"Sir, I'd like to be your slave. I want to have your babies and spend the rest of my life raising them."
Well. That was unexpected. Babies? And where the hell did this 'slave' stuff come from?
Alice explained. "Sir, there are a lot of people who feel the way I do. Many of them voluntarily submit to enslavement agreements with a master they pledge to worship and obey. I've done some research, and I've found a contract that expresses what I'd like to offer to you."
She shoved the envelope across the table, and I found it contained a document of about a dozen pages. The last page included spaces for the signatures of the designated master and slave.
I was stunned. "Alice, this is very flattering, but the whole idea is so new I don't know what to think. I have a hard time imagining you as my slave."
"I'll help you imagine it," she said. "From now on, you may order me to do anything you wish. Please, sir, just read the contract and think about it.
"There is one other thing. It's customary for slaves to wear collars that symbolize their status as property of the master. I've picked out a collar I'd like to wear for you." She pushed the box in my direction. Inside I found a thick leather collar that was decorated with gems I later learned with large red rubies surrounded by small green emeralds. It was very nice, in a kinky kind of way.
Alice must have paid a ton of money for this,
I thought to myself.
I'll bet she commissioned some hotshot artist to create it just for us.
The whole idea sounded preposterous, but I agreed to think about it because I wanted time to figure out how a woman who'd told interviewers she never wanted children was now anxious to have babies with me. I had never mentioned children to Alice. I'd deliberately changed many aspects of her personality, but this sudden interest in motherhood was something she'd developed all by herself.
Reading the contract was, shall we say, entertaining. It was a collection of mind-boggling ideas that sounded like something from an X-rated science fiction movie. Alice proposed surrendering her free will and all her possessions to me. She wanted to be considered property obtained for the express purpose of gratifying me sexually.
Her intention was for me to breed her like a prize cow or thoroughbred horse. During all the hours she wasn't spreading her legs for me, she wanted to be raising our children to be as happy and healthy as humanly possible.
There were some interesting little details. The contract said I could have relations with as many women as I want, but that Alice was to remain exclusively mine. It said I had the right to punish her at any time by spanking, whipping, or... wait for it... flogging.
Flogging!? Did Alice seriously expect that I would ever want to flog her? Where the hell did that come from!?
I did a little research myself, and I discovered that Alice went online and read several generic enslavement contracts published by people interested in that particular kind of kink. She seemed to have taken bits and pieces she liked from many contracts, and then compiled them into the document she asked me to read.
I saw it as an outline of desires Alice possessed but hadn't shared with me until now. I was glad to get the insight, but it was hard to imagine what life would be like if Alice became my slave.
One prominent feature of the contract was Alice's desire to quit her job and convince the board to hire me to replace her. For obvious reasons, I liked that idea. My original plan was to make Alice do so many outlandish things that the board fired her. I expected that would be messy. If she resigned and endorsed me to succeed her, it would make everything easier.
The most important issue was her desire to have my children. Before I invented mind control, I expected that I'd get married and have kids someday. When it became possible for me to imagine a future where I had a harem, and spent each night with a different woman, that seemed to make it impossible to have kids.
Alice was offering to make that possible. She wanted to sign a contract to raise our children while allowing me to pursue as many other women as I wanted. When I tried to envision how that would work, I remembered that Alice is a remarkably capable woman. Her entire career consisted of one triumph after another. If she devoted all that intelligence and determination to the job of being a mom and mistress, she would excel.
I talked about it with Alice, and it was obvious that she was very anxious to become my slave. She was very glad to hear that I was considering her request.
"Alice, if we do this, I don't want our children to be raised like royalty," I said. "I don't want them to grow up in a mansion here in the city.
"We would buy a house out in the suburbs. Somewhere with good schools. I don't want my kids to go to private schools for rich, entitled snobs. It would be a nice house with everything kids need to thrive, but it wouldn't be a palace like where we live now.
"I would continue to live here and run the company while you would live out there raising our kids. On the nights we aren't together, it's very likely that I'll spend those nights with other women. You understand that, correct?"
"Of course, sir. We want our children to be normal, well-adjusted kids. And I want you to be happy. I would pledge to remain exclusive to you, but not expect you to remain exclusive to me. My only requirement is that you spend enough time with me to keep getting me pregnant. You know how much I love that giant cock of yours. I'd like to get it as much as I can. Would you promise to give me your cock regularly?"
"I'm sure we could arrange that," I said.
After careful consideration, I agreed to sign the enslavement contract. When I told Alice I'd do it, she looked like a kid on Christmas morning. "Oh, thank you, sir! You'll never regret it! I'll be the best slave ever!"
This whole episode felt surreal to me, and it got really weird when Alice said she wanted us to sign the contract as part of a ceremony. I guess in the BDSM community, enslavement ceremonies are a thing.
First, she went to a doctor and had her IUD removed. She always kept careful track of her period, so she figured out what was her most fertile day of the month. Alice scheduled our enslavement ceremony for that night, making it clear that we would consummate the enslavement with sex that had a good chance of impregnating her.
On the appointed night, she lit a bunch of red candles and prepared a script for us to read. I'm not going to repeat the whole thing because some of it sounded to me like a scene from a poorly written piece of pornography. But it was important to her, so I did it.
I sat in a chair wearing a fluffy cotton robe with nothing underneath. Alice was nude, kneeling at my feet.
In part, she said, "I, Alice Waresmith, of my own free will, voluntarily submit myself to Bill Haldeman for the purpose of being his lifelong slave. I agree to devote my whole existence to providing him pleasure and support in whatever form he desires. I promise to have his children and raise them to the best of my ability. I surrender all my possessions to him, owning nothing of my own. From this day forward, I will call him Master, and I will answer to whatever name pleases him."
It went on a lot longer than that, but you get the idea. When it was my turn, I read a pledge that included these words: "I agree to be responsible for the welfare of your mind, heart, and body. I accept your pledge of submission, knowing it obligates me to provide loving dominance from this day forward. You shall be my most precious possession, and although I will have relations with other women, you will be my only collared slave."
