As I arrived home I felt safe and secure. Busying myself with dinner, paying bills, and normal activities distracted me from thinking about what transpired at work today. Maybe they will realize risk to themselves, and will decide today's degradation of me was enough?
My husband and I finished dinner I heard the buzz of my phone. When I went to check what the message was, I nearly fell to the floor. I could tell my husband noticed, by his expression of concern on his face. I quickly moved into the living room for more privacy as my eyes welled up with tears. .
The phone number the message came from was not one I recognized. It was a series of pictures, some of the ones I was forced to take that afternoon. When my shock wore off I noticed the text along with the message which read as follows;
"I hope we have your attention, and you realize this is real." Tomorrow we will meet for lunch, and we will go over the rules you have to follow in order to keep your slutty behavior at work a secret."
"For starters we will be telling you what to wear for work each and every day from now on. You will need to buy a new wardrobe but for tomorrow you will wear the following;
"Short skirt at least 8 inches above your knees, and black thigh high stockings. You will wear a white button down shirt with a colored lace bra. The shirt buttons will be far enough down to see the cup of your bra and cleavage. You will also wear bright colored G-string underwear, and boots."
"If you are not dressed exactly as we say, then it's clear you don't understand who is in charge. As you think about your options know this."
"We have a series of pictures and videos of you with the company's logo in the background. There are even lewd pictures of you with pictures of your family in the background. We copied all of your contacts from your phone. We have files containing these pictures, all ready to be sent to your friends, family, coworkers and most important your bosses and the owners. One click and your life changes forever.
"If you doubt our intentions, check the sent text messages from your phone. Once you think this through you have only two choices. One you don't obey loses your reputation, your job, your marriage, and most likely go to jail. Or you will realize we own you, and you need to do everything we tell you from now on. The choice is yours we will know your decision as soon as we see your work outfit tomorrow."
"At lunch we will tell you what the rules are. It will involve dividing your work time fun between the three of us. In case you were wondering, it will include humiliations, more pictures, videos, and various tasks for you that will be of a sexual nature. Enjoy your last night of freedom, tomorrow we own your body."
Those words gave me a chill down my spine and I was wondering how my weak, wobbly legs still kept me standing. I was going to have to allow my staff who I was hired to supervise, use my body for whatever their sick minds could devise. Jake, Missy and Tara, A trio of unlikely people to be working together to blackmail me into submission.
Tara, the ringleader is a raven haired version of me. She is tall, 38DD tits but they are not real like mine. She does not have a formal education, but she is street-smart. She is married to a controlling man, who happens to make a very good living. She is definitely bisexual, and they are swingers who have also to be known as kinky. I met her husband a few times, and he definitely has the hots for me, and Tara is clearly not happy about that.
