After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. So I guess Human Recourses had me figured out alright. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.
So there I was, I got through my first board meeting and only got six cane stripes on my ass, and a job promotion. Next to follow it all through and get the job done. Television is all about careful planning, and unlike the movies where you go to a set and have over a year to package the work in TV it's get the episode and move on to the next one fast. The Colin and Jeff show, that writes itself, the all new BDSM Class show that will take some work. I picked up the phone and called Marcy's cell phone.
"Marcy McDermott here," her voice said on the other end.
"Hey Mistress Marcy," I smiled back at the blank video, "Al Jones here."
"Al," she laughed switching on her camera. She was in bed with a naked man across her lap. "Good to see you. Wow you're up early, nice suit."
"Not so nice," I stood up so that she could see the Heredshe skirt and my legs, "I got five in heels on too," I added sitting down carefully.
"Were you punished," she asked.
"Yes Mistress," I stood up turned around and lifted my skirt and lowered my panties. "Just an introduction to Uncle Paul's discipline regime." I covered up and sat down. "I made the proposal and it went through. Our legal department will be contacting you and Mike sometime today. I'll have to set up sets, extra's, and the lot. I'll need a few demo scripts by the middle of next week we'll start shooting in six weeks."
"Six weeks," she gasped pulling out her day-timer. "When?"
"When I have the studio schedule worked out that's when I'll know exactly for sure. I can have that for you by the end of next week. We have 13 fifteen minute shows to do. So depending on the studio schedule I'd say 4 shows per session. So I will need 4 scripts."
"That sounds great," she laughed. The man across her lap, I'd say it was an Earth Human stirred and she spanked him back into position. "Just a sec," she took a discipline helmet and put it on somebody's head off camera. "Okay back," she smiled and hit him leaving a hand-print.
"New fuck-toy," I asked.
"Well if I can't have you," she laughed, "I'll check each new Earth fuck-boy out personally. So is there anything else to discuss."
"Plenty," I laughed, "we need to talk settings. Where would you like to have it."
"In a classroom; an old fashioned or better idea; a modern classroom. I want honest people willing to learn. And real people to be demonstrated on."
"What do you mean? You want me to bend over your desk," Okay so I missed her attention.
"No," she snapped, "you Earth Human/Ancient hybrids can take a lot of punishment. I want say a virgin, somebody very new to all of this. I want to teach how to break down their defences and take it."
"Well we have lots of people in the Zone," I murmured while I thought, "and a general casting call will bring out every pain freak around. But I know a few. You want somebody who yowls when hit right?"
"You have an idea."
"Oh yea," I laughed thinking about my fellow ex-Sex-a-terries, "oh I know a few. I'll pass that request along. What about the other students."
"Can you do some sort of audience call," she asked. "I want people off the street just happened to wander in to watch a show. Real students we can work on later."
"Okay I'll pass that along," I noted. Then an idea, "would you consider teaching in a High School?"
"Advanced Sex Education," she laughed, "they do that privately in the Middle Kingdom. Out there some people call it Courtesan Training for Beginners."
"Just an idea for a show I'm not involved in yet," I added. "Okay I'll get on this, first meeting in fifteen minutes. Call ya later."
"Can't wait," added Marcy before her screen went blank.
"You need an assistant," a familiar voice said behind me. I looked up and saw Cupcake, the former intern, who out of foolishness became a bonded slave and is now Uncle Paul's personal property.
"What are you doing here," I asked her.
"Intern," she sighed. She wore a corporate intern uniform of white shirt, black mini-skirt, ankle socks and sensible shoes. Her white shirt collar was opened wide showing off her silver brushed steel collar unlike mine that was hidden by my shirt collar and tie. "You'd think I had a STD or something," she chuckled, "nobody touches me."
"That's because everybody is afraid of the Boss and his cane," I said fiddling with my audio records. There was a small thermal with a task chair to one side. "Can you sit over there and turn these audio files into written notes," I asked her.
"Sure," she smiled and took the memory stick. She paused at the chair before lifting her skirt to sit down. She was wearing a lace thong with the day of the week at the top. She also had two vivid cane welts on her ass.
"What did you do to deserve that," I had to ask her.
"Uncle Paul," she explained. "Made sure I would apologies again to you for my screw-up. And to ask you to make me your assistant. I also have to tell you, he had given you permission to spank me for the slightest reason. And the belt if I am genuinely tardy."
"Anything else," I had to ask.
"Yes," she shuttered, "Uncle Paul says you can fuck me during coffee and lunch breaks, and you don't have to make me cum if it's too much work for you. I'm," she shuttered, "here for your pleasure."
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Swing
," I laugh in Earth English. She never saw Wayne's World and didn't have a clue. I had to take a few breathes to contain my erection. Then I realized, Uncle Paul didn't mind if I did touch myself. I forced Mister Happy back down and got my notes ready for the next meeting.
The double meeting in Charles's office was crowded and we had a lot to cover. We were taking an established Free Zone Show and turning it into something a family audience would like. Ice came up with the idea of instead of special costumes, we should have Colin and Jeff's suits provided by sponsors and free up her department. Graphics department had to come up with old movie posters and images to cover the background and remove all the gratuitous nudity. Music would remain the same, just take out the rude noises and replace the farting solo with an electric guitar solo.
For Marcy and Mike's show we had an excited discussion on what to call it. Marcy and Mike's Sex Show, M&M's Naughty Show, and my favourite the Advanced Sex Education Show. We had to pass that over to Research and Development. Constructing the show would call for an average size studio, as we would need a live audience. Almost every studio had an audience set of stands in their warehouse for lots of reasons. A lecture stand, set walls, and a few up-front desk for audience/interns to sit in would have to be constructed. I could see the Set Director John Scott, an older man from the Middle Kingdom looked rather pissed off and indifferent to the whole thing. This had to be dealt with; so I waited till the end of the meeting.
"John," I asked, "can you hang back and have a talk with Charles and me." He glumly turned and looked at us.
"Look," he sighed, "I'll get your fucking desk done; I have a lot on my desk at the moment."
"You got five people working for you," I snapped back, "assign one of them. What's eating you."
"I don't have to take orders from a little shit like you," he thundered back.
"Hey John," said Charles trying to be the peacekeeper, "he's the Director, you have to work with him."
"Hump," he cursed folding his arms.
"I know what's bugging him," I concluded. "He's pissed off because I'm half Prince Johonass's DNA, and he figures I am his son." I took off the belt to my skirt, kissed it and handed it to him. The skirt dropped to the floor followed by my panties. I pulled my shirt and jacket up high and bent over Charles's desk. "Here get the hate out of you." The room went very quiet, and to tell you the truth I was right scared. That asshole prince made the Middle Kingdom into a hell hole and I guess he had some hate in him too. I finally felt his warm hand caress my bottom.
"You know so little of our home world," he told me. "Turn around and face me." That scared me, maybe he was going to rip my dick off. I looked up into his watery eyes. "For one who has participated in so many Symore ceremonies," he told me, "you forget how we deal such a long dead reconciliation." He cupped my face and kissed me deep on the mouth, before he gave me a long hug. It actually felt good, why didn't more people deal with Johonass that way?
"This is awkward," mumbled Charles as he put his clipboard down across his arousing crotch. John finally let go of me and handed my belt to Charles.
"I will have a set," he smiled as he headed towards the door, "that will look like an old style Middle Kingdom School, complete with a rack of punishment tools and punishment horse. You see it will look great," he laughed and went out the door.
"Glad that's over with," I smiled as I grabbed a box of tissues and took a few out. "He was getting me very greasy."
"Good," said Charles, "now bend over the desk or I'll use this on you," he smiled showing me my belt. Charles was still the General Manager and took breaks when he wanted it. It wasn't love, just a way to relieve tension. When he finished his business he patted me on the bum and sent me on my way.
I got back to my desk and quickly called Marcy to tell her how the show will have a set ready to go. She already had over a dozen shows worked out and was frustrated with the fifteen minute slot. I assured her that we could when the show got off the ground and expanded we could always reshoot the fifteen minute shows. By the time coffee break came around I was ready to have a coffee and doughnut at my desk while working but Cupcake insisted since it was my first day on the job I had to see the coffee room.
The coffee room was actually the boardroom. Again the lowest Sex-a-terry would have to clean and vacuum the room when finished. Also the lowest Sex-a-terry had to be there in case anybody had any sexual frustration they wanted to deal with. Cupcake later told me she had that duty for over a week but not many takers. Amadeus, well caned ass and all was getting a revenge fuck by Web.
"I'd rather do Cupcake," admitted Wed, "but the idea of fucking the Boss's personal property bugs me."
"Yea," I agreed as I checked my new hand held computer and saw a memo from Uncle Paul. Cupcake pulled off her panties, hiked up her skirt and laid on the conference table. I got on top of her, pulled up the front of my skirt, stretched the crotch of my panties to one side and mounted her. I showed the readout of my memo to Web.
"Holy fuck," giggled Web as he fucked Amadeus hard and came. "So much to choose from, a sweet young thing or this soft pillow." He gasped and came deep inside him. A warm hand cupped both Web's and my bottom.
"You two children having fun," asked Scott.
"Just screwing my Sex-a-terry Mister Scott," I said quickly as I pulled up my panties. Cupcake looked disappointed, but she wasn't a client.
"Fucking low sex-a-terry on the board," said Web as he quickly pulled out. "He is at your pleasure, or myself sir."
