Vivienne was a successful businesswoman in her mid-50s. She had built a reputation for herself as a shrewd negotiator and a tough competitor. Her career had been her top priority for many years, and she had little time for anything else. But lately, she had been feeling unfulfilled. There was something missing from her life, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
One evening, Vivienne found herself at a bar, nursing a drink and watching the people around her. She noticed a young man sitting a few seats down from her, looking lost and forlorn. He caught her eye, and she felt a strange pull towards him. She watched as he ordered another drink, clearly struggling with something.
Vivienne couldn't resist the magnetic pull she felt towards him. With a determination in her eyes, she approached the young man and engaged him in a conversation that would alter the course of their lives. As he opened up to her, he revealed the depths of his financial struggles, compounded by the loss of his work permit, leaving him trapped in an illegal situation with no means to secure a job and pay off his ever-growing debt. Vivienne listened intently, absorbing every detail of his plight, her empathetic nods masking the brewing thoughts in her mind.
As they talked, Vivienne found herself drawn to the young man. He was charming and handsome, with a hint of desperation in his eyes that made him all the more alluring. She knew she had to have him.
Before they parted ways, Vivienne gave the young man her card and told him to come see her the next day at 5 pm. She promised to help him with his debt and give him a job.
Thomas arrived at Vivienne's office, feeling hopeful but nervous. He had no idea what to expect, but he was willing to do whatever it took to get out of the financial hole he was in. As he was led into Vivienne's private office, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The room was dark, with only a small lamp illuminating the desk where Vivienne sat.
Vivienne looked up at him with a sly smile on her lips. "Thomas, it's so good to see you," she said, motioning for him to take a seat.
Thomas sat down, feeling like a pawn in a game he didn't understand. Vivienne's smile seemed almost predatory, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.
But before he could say anything, Vivienne spoke. "I've been thinking about you, Thomas," she said, her voice low and seductive. "And I've come up with a plan to help you with your debt and the rest of your problems."
Thomas's heart lifted. Finally, someone was going to help him. "Thank you so much," he said, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.
Vivienne smiled again, and in that moment, Thomas saw a glimpse of something he couldn't quite place. It was as if Vivienne was enjoying this a little too much.
"I want to help you, Thomas," Vivienne continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "But there's a catch. If I help you with your debt, you will owe me. You will work for me for anything that I see fit until the debt is paid off."
Thomas felt his stomach drop. This was not what he had been expecting. He had thought that Vivienne was simply going to give him a job and help him out with his debt. He had never imagined that he would have to work for her and that she would own his debt.
But he was desperate, and he didn't have any other options. He agreed, signing the paperwork that Vivienne put in front of him. It all seemed so official, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
As Thomas left Vivienne's office, he couldn't help but feel like he had made a deal with the devil. He didn't know what he had gotten himself into, but he was willing to do whatever it took to get out of debt.
Over the next few weeks, Thomas worked tirelessly for Vivienne. He cleaned her home, ran errands, and even cooked her meals. Vivienne watched him closely, constantly testing his limits and pushing him further than he ever thought possible. She would come up with tasks that were impossible to complete, only to berate him for failing. She enjoyed seeing him struggle, relishing in the power she held over him.
Despite the difficult nature of his work, Thomas persisted, knowing that he had no other choice. He had to pay off his debt and he couldn't afford to lose his job. But as time went on, he began to notice some troubling signs.
First, he realized that he hadn't been paid. He approached Vivienne about it, but she brushed him off, telling him that she would take care of it soon. Days turned into weeks, and still, Thomas had not received any payment for his hard work.
Feeling frustrated and angry, Thomas confronted Vivienne one day, telling her that he wanted to quit. "I can't keep doing this," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I need to get paid so that I can repay you the debt but also so I can enjoy my personal time, and I need to get out of here."
Vivienne looked at him with a cold expression, her eyes hard and unyielding. "You can't quit," she said, her voice low and menacing. "You signed a power of attorney when you entered into this agreement with me and to be honest now your debt to me is way larger than when you first started, I signed a debt that will keep you here for at least the next 10 years. I own you, Thomas. And if you try to leave, I'll make sure that you regret it."
Thomas felt his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
As Vivienne unraveled the harsh reality of the agreement, Thomas felt his world crumble beneath his feet. The power of attorney he had unknowingly bestowed upon her meant that she held complete control over his finances and possessions. She reveled in her newfound authority, manipulating his money and assets at her will. However, Vivienne's control didn't stop there.
With a sinister smile, she informed Thomas that she had taken on his debt and increased it by 10x, exacerbating his already dire circumstances. To add to his mounting burden, she revealed that he was now residing in her house, and from that moment forward, he would be responsible for paying rent on top of the escalating debt. The walls closed in around Thomas as he realized the depths of his entrapment, understanding that escape and financial liberation were nothing more than elusive dreams.
"You're trapped with me, Thomas," Vivienne coldly stated, a cruel smirk dancing on her lips. "Now you'll have to toil even harder to repay your debt. And if you ever dare to escape my grasp again, you'll regret it in ways you can't even fathom."
Vivienne's hand grazed Thomas's ass, a deliberate touch that went beyond mere casual contact. In that instant, Thomas couldn't help but feel a rush of discomfort and protest rose to his lips.
Startled by his reaction, Vivienne's eyes narrowed, her expression hardening. She swiftly moved closer to him, their faces mere inches apart, as she sternly addressed him. "Protesting will not be tolerated, Thomas," she declared, her voice dripping with authority. "You belong to me now, and your obedience is paramount. Your desires are inconsequential in the face of mine."
With a swift motion, Vivienne's hand met Thomas's ass with a resounding slap, the sound echoing through the room. She locked eyes with him, her gaze unyielding as she spoke with a mix of command and warning. "Now, shut up," she commanded, her voice low and forceful. "Go clean the kitchen immediately."
Thomas's protests were silenced, his hesitation overshadowed by the weight of Vivienne's dominance. He swallowed hard, feeling the sting of her touch and the intensity of her gaze. With a mixture of reluctance and resignation, he turned away, his steps heavy as he made his way towards the kitchen. Vivienne's control had been asserted, and Thomas understood that resistance would only invite harsher consequences.
The next day, Vivienne summoned Thomas to give her a foot massage. As he had been explained, He knelt before her, tenderly caressing her feet. Then, unexpectedly, she grasped his head firmly, pulling him closer. With a twisted smile, she declared, "Today marks the celebration of our union." A wicked laughter escaped her lips as she pushed his head towards her and deftly slid her panties aside.
Thomas hesitated, a mixture of apprehension and compliance swirling within him. Vivienne locked eyes with him, her gaze filled with a blend of dominance and expectation. "Are you truly willing to divert your tongue's purpose from granting me pleasure?" she taunted. Overwhelmed by the weight of his circumstances and the potential consequences of rebellion, he acquiesced, knowing that his continued livelihood and safety rested on meeting her every demand.
Thomas hesitated for a moment longer, but ultimately gave in to Vivienne's demands. He leaned in closer, taking in her intoxicating scent as she pushed his head towards her. His heart raced as he felt her slide her panties to the side, revealing her wet and eager sex.
Vivienne moaned loudly as Thomas began to use his tongue to explore her most intimate areas. She grabbed onto his hair and pulled him closer, her hips grinding against his face. "That's it, slave," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "You belong to me now. Your only purpose in life is to serve me and please me."
Thomas's fear mingled with compliance as Vivienne reveled in her dominance over him. With every passing second, she tightened her grip on his head, relishing in the control she had over him. She delighted in making comments that reinforced her authority and emphasized his submissive position.
"You're mine to command, Thomas," she whispered, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "Remember, you exist solely for my pleasure."
Weirdly despite the fear and discomfort, Thomas's own desires were ignited. He felt a surge of arousal, his own longing intensifying as he dedicated himself to satisfying Vivienne's every whim. He could sense the mounting tension in her body, Vivienne pushed him back, delivering a sharp slap to his cheek. "Harder, slave," she commanded, her voice filled with sadistic satisfaction. As she pulled him back from his head, he increased his efforts, driven by an eagerness to fulfill her every desire and push her towards the edge of ecstasy.
As Vivienne finally reached her climax, she cried out in pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. "Yes, that's a good slave," she moaned, her hands gripping his head tightly as she rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
After a few moments, she released him, gasping for breath. "You may go now," she said, her voice still heavy with desire. "But remember, you belong to me, and you will do whatever I say."
