Planet of the Slaves

[angelique127]

Welcome.

On this thread I will be writing several role playing stories about submission and domination. The first will be about a beautiful dominate female who demands a lucky young male employee to worship her and serve her every whim. He is not submissive by nature so this will prove to be a challenge for him to sucumb to his bosses wishes. What he won't do to be rewarded for his complete devotion...

{ this role is open for a committed writer by PM only. Please do not post here unless invited }

*Warning* By the way the young male stud must be willing to be patient and endure hours of sexual agony. His cock will throb with desire and ache for release. But his pleasure is secondary to his Goddess.

 

[angelique127]

To Worship the Goddess

Monique Barclay was a powerful woman. She was the head of a Fortune 500 company, filthy rich and basically used to getting her own way. Only thirty two years of age and gifted with undeniable beauty, she was a blonde goddess. Monique was a widow who never bothered to marry again, men were easily disposiable. She simply preferred to use them for what they were worth and most were not worth keeping.

The beautiful female goddess enjoyed her power over the lesser weak willed males. As to date none had been able to resist her charms, if you did not include her late husband. She was aware also of the whispers made out of earshot calling her the maneater...

Her latest victim was a young married recently hired male who worked in sales, named Victor Ramon. He was very good looking, thick black hair, intense brown eyes and a strong square jawline. Very confident and self assured. Hopefully largely endowed. Her last 'slave' had been slighty under sized but what he lacked down there he more than made up with able tongue.

Monique composed herself first and then buzzed the intercom. " You may send him in now. " she told her secretary.

 

[angelique127]

Another pic

The world where females were nothing more sluts and submissive slaves owned by males who loved to show off their property on a leash. Sold at the local auction they served their masters, living only to please....

 

[Nightfreak]

sorry...post deleted carry on.

 

[marauder13]

Victor's life had fallen onto the right path at last. He had finally managed to convince Maria to marry him, and the last 7 months had been blissful. They enjoyed each other's company, as well as having unbelievable great sex almost every day. They just couldn't get enough of each other.

Then, he managed to land the perfect job. He got into the sales department of a Fortune 500 company, and had started making a good, consistent showing of himself since day one. He knew he was on the bottom rung, and he gave people the respect they deserved due to their position, knowledge and experience, but he never let them walk over him. It pissed a few people off who expected him to just roll over, but he was there to make money for the company, not stroke other people's egos.

So he was surprised when a letter turned up on his desk requesting that he meet with none other than Monique Barclay, THE BOSS, first up the following morning. Not trusting his coworkers, he found the number for Ms Barclay's secretary.

"Good afternoon, Ms Barclay's office."

"Good afternoon. My name is Victor Ramon and I -"

"Hello, Victor. Yes, you have been invited to see Ms Barclay as detailed in the letter you received."

"Thank you, that was all I wanted to know. Good Bye." The secretary hung up before he did.

That night, he told his wife, who was nervous & excited at the news. They both got rid of their excess energy from the news by having sex until just after midnight.

The next morning, at the requested time, Victor stood in front of Ms Barclay's receptionist, waiting for permission to enter. The intercom buzzed, and he barely heard the female voice say "You may send him in now."

He opened the door, and walked into the most powerful room in the company. Victor had seen many photos of Monique, but they did nothing compared to what he saw as he entered. She was maybe five or six years older than him, but her looks seemed ageless. Her blonde hair framed a face that could only be described as perfect, and underneath was a body that was well shaped, and Monique was very comfortable in. She radiated confidence, appeal, refined sexuality and power.

"You wanted to see me, Ms Barclay." He voice was warm, strong with a touch of power tempered by confidence. His voice was his main weapon with the customer, a voice that would set them at ease, allowing them to listen to what he had to say. He also maintained eye contact with Monique once he had finished being distracted by the rest of her beauty. He knew he had nothing to fear being there, so he simply waited to find out the reason for this mysterious summoning.

 

[angelique127]

the interview

'' You wanted to see me Ms. Barclay. "

Monique glanced up from the computer which held Victor Ramon's profile. He appeared calm and somewhat confident. Also she could not deny that he was a strikingly handsome young man. His custom threads was fit him perfectly and he seemed comfortable and at ease. What surprised her the most was that he did not seem the least intimidated and looked her directly in the eye.

" Yes, you may have a seat if you wish. '' she offered.

She appraised the young man who was seated across from her. Monique knew what he wanted and that was success, but she didn't know just how far he was willing to go to acieve it. If he was like most men she knew, then he would sell his soul along with his mother's also to make ends meet. Every male had a weakness to be exploited.

Her last 'personnal consultant' had turned out to be less than desirable. He had lasted barely more than two weeks. Simply put the boy lacked stamina, along with his other shortcomings. By now, if he was lucky, he was probably parking cars for tips at some local downtown hotel.

" Mr. Ramon, I have been going over your profile. Although you haven't been working for us very long, you have shown promise. Your Henderson account, while not gaining a large profit, has proven..well, should I say, that you have potentail. "

Victor nodded.

" Very well, not to waste anymore of our time, " Monique rose from behind the desk and stood in front of the glass window, which covered the entire east wall overlooking the city. She was sure that he was checking out her profile. Men loved stockings and heels, and her tight skirt showed off both. " I have an important meeting in Las Vegas tomorrow. Unfortuntely, only yesterday, I dismissed my private secretary. So... I need someone to replace him. Of course this means a promotion along with rewards and specail benefits. "

Monique turned around and leaned on the desk. Her full creamy round breasts seemed ready to spill from her white silk shirt. She smiled, taking her old sweet time before sitting down again in her leather chair and crossing her legs.

" I need someone I can depend on, a man who will be totally comitted...dedicated...devoted to me, willing to do whatever it takes. "

She sensed Victor's hesitation.

" I do realize that you are married and it is very short notice. Perhaps that will be a problem. You may not be the man for the job. After all, we will have to fly out there this evening in the corporate jet. "

Monique waited for Victor's response...

 

[marauder13]

Victor politely did as requested, and listened to Monique compliment him on his work to date. He was very pleased and rather surprised that she had taken such an interest in him. He fought hard not to get carried away by the attention.

She walked over to the windows. He was sure that she knew the effect it was having on her outline, as well as certain elements of her outfit. His wife knew that he looked at other women. She didn't mind, because he did things with her that he did with no one else. So, he looked, and he liked what he saw.

Then came her offer. He was glad to be sitting down, and not having her see his face while be brought himself under control very quickly.

"...Of course this means a promotion along with rewards and special benefits."

With those words she put her hands on the table, and gave him a clear view of her impressive cleavage. Victor was not stupid, a little slow at times, but not stupid. That move was quite deliberate, designed to show him what some of those 'special benefits' could be.

" I need someone I can depend on, a man who will be totally committed...dedicated...devoted to me, willing to do whatever it takes. "

And there it was. The catch. He was going to be doing a lot of work for Monique, as well as dealing with a lot of personal matters for her as well. He would be unfaithful to his wife, but the career benefits would be massive. Surely Maria would understand. He loved Maria, but he would only be doing things for Monique. Yes, that would be the critical difference. That is assuming that she was going to have sex with him.

" I do realize that you are married and it is very short notice. Perhaps that will be a problem. You may not be the man for the job. After all, we will have to fly out there this evening in the corporate jet. "

"Ms Barclay, I am flattered to know that you think so highly of me to firstly take notice of my work, and secondly to make such a generous offer. I am indeed a very committed and dedicated person when it comes to get tasks completed. My devotion is clearly evidenced by my marriage, since I out in a fair amount of time to win my wife over.

"As to the job itself, I am willing to undertake it. All I would like to ask is that I have the time to notify my wife about my change in plans, and job description. Otherwise, I place myself at your command, Ms Barclay."

 

[angelique127]

Monique listened to Victor's response. He sounded sincere and seemed to want the position, perhaps even at the expense of his marriage. Unbeknownest to him, based on his good looks alone, he already had the job as soon as he walked through the door.

Victor Ramon presented an unique challenge. It would be a pleasure to bring this over confident male dog to his knees and watch him betray his morals. Hopefully, at the least, he would prove to be an amusing distraction...

" We shall see just how devoted you are, Mr. Ramon, " Monique said, " and just how capable. Be ready to leave within one hour, the limo will take us to the airfield. Do not bother to pack on such short notice, I will provide you with a new wardrobe once we arrive in Vegas. You are dismissed for now. Oh, and don't be late. "

 

[marauder13]

"Where shall I report to in order to be picked up by the limo, Ms Barclay?" After he received the answer to his question, Victor left Monique's office. He went to the lunch room and called Maria.

"Hi Maria," The excitement in his voice was clear as day. "Please, just listen. I have received a promotion. I am now the personal assistant to Ms Barclay. The boss of the company."

"OH MY GOD!" Maria squealed. "How? How did it happen?"

"Ms Barclay has been taking an interest in my efforts, and she felt that I had a great deal of promise. Anyway, there is a small hitch. I have to go to Vegas. Leaving within the hour."

"What? Today? For how long?"

"About a week, if I remembered correctly. It all happened rather fast. But don't worry, Darling, everything will be fine. I'll make it up to you when I get home. I promise."

"OK... I'm happy about the promotion, but loosing you this quickly. Oh... do your best, my love. I love you."

"I love you too, darling. I'll talk to you later. Bye."

"Bye." Victor closed his phone after his wife hung up. He was starting to wonder what he had got himself into. But whatever it was, he would be able to work his way through it.

He made sure that he was at the requested place five minutes before the hour was up, and waited patiently for Ms Barclay to arrive.

 

[angelique127]

Monique watched her new male secretary leave the office. No doubt he was going to call his sweet little 'wifey' and inform her that he had to leave town. Well she better get used to him being gone because from now on Victor belonged to her.


He was waiting in the lobby of course. Monique had to admit Victor Ramon did not seem to be intimidated by her. Most men in his position would be tripping over their own two feet trying to please her. No, Victor was one cool cucumber.

The driver smiled and took her two bags from an underling, pausing to open the door of the limo. Monique climbed onto the soft leather seat, her short satin skirt revealing her stocking tops. Victor seemed indifferent and climbed in beside her. They heard the trunk slam and within seconds were smoothly speeding towards the airport.

" Why don't you make us both a drink, in honor of your promotion. I'll have a gin and tonic." Monique suggested, nodding at the bar, complete with ice and glasses. " Have whatever you wish, that is, unless you can't handle it. "

 

[marauder13]

Victor watched patiently and silently as Monique arrived where he and the limo waited. He watched her as she got into the limo, flashing the smallest amount of bare thigh as she got in. He waited the proper length of time to be seen as being polite, and entered the limo with his boss.

He managed to calm himself down over the thoughts that he might have to be sexual with his boss. She was probably showing off as a means to intimidate him.

" Why don't you make us both a drink, in honor of your promotion. I'll have a gin and tonic." Monique suggested, nodding at the bar, complete with ice and glasses. " Have whatever you wish, that is, unless you can't handle it. "

Victor nodded, "One gin and tonic for Ms Barclay." He made up the drink calmly, having made numerous alcoholic beverages in the past during parties he attended. He handed the drink to Monique before he worked on a drink for himself. He fixed himself a rum and cola and sat back beside Monique.

"Thank you for this opportunity, Ms Barclay. I will not disappoint you."

 

[angelique127]

" One gin and tonic for Mrs. Barclay.''

Monique noted that he even provided a slice of lime...she stirred with the cocktail straw before tasting the drink.Hmmm...perfect ! This guy has potentail Victor then proceeded to fix a rum and coke for himself.

"Thank you for this opportunity Mrs. Barclay. I will not disappoint you. " he said sounding most sincere.

" For your sake, Mr. Ramon, I hope not. " Monique smiled, touching his knee, " Let's see... you are my fourth assistant so far. Not a single one has lived up to my expectations. I can be quite demanding. "

The widow crossed her legs with a whisper of silk. " Some men can't tolerate a female being in charge or having control over them. Most males are naturally dominate from birth. Others, they enjoy being told what to do, wanting to be rewarded for their loyalty. Something tells me that deep down inside, you are the dominate type. Am I correct ? "

 

[marauder13]

Victor was pleased to see that the drink he got for Monique met her approval. He wanted to ensure that he was meeting her expectations.

" For your sake, Mr. Ramon, I hope not. " Monique smiled, touching his knee, " Let's see... you are my fourth assistant so far. Not a single one has lived up to my expectations. I can be quite demanding. "

Victor ignored the natural reaction of having her touch him in that manner. He was now reminding himself that she was using her appearance as a means of testing him. He was a loyal employee, and he didn't need her doing such things to help entice him to stay. But it was her comment about 'expectations' that had him starting to think.

" Some men can't tolerate a female being in charge or having control over them. Most males are naturally dominate from birth. Others, they enjoy being told what to do, wanting to be rewarded for their loyalty. Something tells me that deep down inside, you are the dominate type. Am I correct ? "

Victor took a drink to cover him while he thought of how to respond to this line of conversation. This was an opening salvo in some form of contest. He thought his response through by the time his glass was down in his lap.

"Ms Barclay, I have no issue with a woman being in charge or control. If she has gained the position of authority through her actions and talents, then I would treat her no differently than I would a man in such a position.

"As for being a dominate type, you are correct, Ms Barclay. One needs to be to take control of their direction in life and their future. But does that stop one, like me, from following orders? No. Ultimately, I control myself, and no one else can take that away from me."

 

[angelique127]

...Ultimately I control myself and no one else can take that away from me. "

Monique stirred the ice around inside the glass a slight smirk on her pretty face. Surely, he was aware that her much older and extremely wealthy husband had left her everything including sixty five percent of the shareholders stock in the company after he passed away. No, Monique was nothing more than a title...a rich, spoiled, indulgant and beautiful one at that. On the other hand, Charles, her late husband, was very weak in spite of all his power and money.

Victor was but her pawn...although he didn't know it yet. Monique had never met a man who couldn't resist temptation.

" Really ? We shall see, Victor. " she removed her fingers from his leg and looked out the window. " Besides, I'm not interested that you wear the pants in your marriage. Marriage is...after all... confining. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. "

Monique turned her head, twirling her hair with a finger, to see his response...

 

[marauder13]

" Really ? We shall see, Victor. " she removed her fingers from his leg and looked out the window. " Besides, I'm not interested that you wear the pants in your marriage. Marriage is...after all... confining. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. "

Victor was momentarily confused. He wasn't referring to his marriage, though Maria did like him taking charge with certain things. But he thought he needed to clarify matters a little.

"Ms Barclay, I was not referring to my marriage, nor 'who wears the pants' in it. I was referring to my life in general. A... submissive type of person doesn't get far in life, whereas a dominant one does.

"But regarding marriage, to each their own."

 

[angelique127]

" But regarding marriage, to each their own. "

Ignoring his last remark, Monqique decided to make her employee start putting his money where his mouth was, sort of speak.

" I'm sorry Victor, I didn't hire you to debate the pro's and con's of marriage. Regardless, for the meantime you belong to me, and not your wife. " Monique smiled sweetly, biting her lip, and placing her heeled foot on the soft leather seat. By doing so this caused her short skirt to ride even higher, revealing a hint of panty.
" So...let's see how worthy you are...your first task is to take off my shoe and give me a decent foot massage."

 

[marauder13]

" So...let's see how worthy you are...your first task is to take off my shoe and give me a decent foot massage."

He ignored the tantalizing glimpse on offer, while his brow furrowed over her request. He momentarily pursed his lips as he weighed up his options. He took one final sip of his drink before he put it down in one of the drink holders.

He placed his hand underneath her leg, just where the Achilles tendon disappeared into the calf muscle, and lifted her foot off the seat. With his free hand, he removed the shoe, and placed it in the floor.

He laid her leg across his lap, and ran his hands up her leg, until he reached the top of the stocking. Victor, slowly and carefully rolled the hose down Monique's leg, and removed it completely. He then rearranged himself so he had her foot in his lap, and Monique was comfortable.

Victor started with the smallest of her toes, placing his thumb underneath the arch of the toe, and his index finger over the top, and with a rotating motion, he commenced massaging the digit. After about a minute, he proceeded to the next toe until he had massaged all five of her toes.

His thumbs started massaging the ball of her foot, again using a circular motion that encompassed the entire area. He could feel the tension in that part of her foot, so he concentrated on it until it was more relaxed.

The arch of her foot was subjected to long sweeping actions that ran the length of the arch. From the appearance, Monique was getting some benefit from it,and from the feel of her foot, she definitely was.

The pad of her heel was next to be treated, and he worked that area a little harder than the rest of her foot. Using more the points of his thumbs, he once more moved in a circular action until the pad was completely massaged.

He then moved onto the sides of her foot, using his fingers to massage those parts of her foot. After that, he focused on the top of her foot, concentrating on the soft tissue between the bones.

The final parts to be massaged were the tendons at the front and rear of her foot. These were done carefully, so the tendons were not damaged.

Once he completed the massage, he looked at Monique's face. "Was that decent enough for you, Ms Barclay?"

 

[angelique127]

" Was that decent enough for you, Ms Barclay ? " Victor's words reluctantly brought her back to reality. Monique opened her eyes. For the last five minutes she had been floating amongest the clouds.

" Oh god yes...I have never had such a fantastic foot massage. It was simply divine ! " Victor strong fingers were amazing and imagined them touching her in certain other places. For a moment she considered demanding that he do the other foot but they were almost at the private airstrip. Perhaps once they were airborne...

Feeling askew because she was wearing only one silk seamed stocking now, she decided to make him remove it also. " Victor you may take my other stocking off too, but be careful, they are very expensive. "

Monique lifted her left leg and placed it on his lap...

 

[marauder13]

Victor took the proffered leg, carefully removing the other shoe, and placing it beside it's partner. Again, he ran his fingers up Monique's leg until he reached the top of her stocking, and with the same excellent care he used on the first, he rolled the hosiery off her leg, placing it on the seat beside the other one.

He gave her other foot a quick rub, and express version of the one her right foot received. He stopped as the car pulled in at the airport. He returned her legs to the seat and floor, and waited for further instructions.

 

[angelique127]

The driver quickly opened the door so Monique could exit. A shining lear jet sat on the runway it's engines whining. "Get my luggage from the trunk please. " she said and walked briskly towards the stairs where a rather handsome pilot waited. He greeted her and even kissed her hand.

Monique mounted the steps, the short skirt flashing just a hint of her thong and lovely round bottom, knowing her manservant was getting a eyefull. Once inside she entered a small but cozy private suite, complete with a bed. Monique sat down and produced a hand mirror from her purse.

" Oh God, my hair is a mess !" She began combing it with a brush. " I hope those bags are not too heavy for you. Once we get to Vegas and check in it will be your duty to put my clothes, shoes and cosmetics away where they belong. And if you're a good boy and do as you're told I may reward you with a few casino chips. You do gamble don't you ? "

 

[marauder13]

"Get my luggage from the trunk please."

'At last, a sensible request,' he thought as he got to the trunk and gathered her luggage. It was no worse than what his wife had done when they went on their honeymoon.

As he reached the stairs to the plane, Victor could help but see Monique showing off some more of her more private parts. Victor had to admit, she kept herself in good shape. Very good shape.

He was quite surprised at the payout inside the plane. As Monique tended to her hair, Victor found somewhere to to put her bags.

" I hope those bags are not too heavy for you. "

"No, Ms Barclay, they weren't too heavy." He decided not to mention his wife, in case Monique went on another lecture about marriage.

" Once we get to Vegas and check in it will be your duty to put my clothes, shoes and cosmetics away where they belong. And if you're a good boy and do as you're told I may reward you with a few casino chips. You do gamble don't you ? "

"Yes, Ms Barclay, I do gamble from time to time. But I make sure that the risk to reward ratio is sound enough before testing my luck. Even then, I only gamble within my limits. Is there anything else you require of me at this point in time, Ms Barclay?"

 

[angelique127]

Monique listened while her manservant explained his theory about risk, limits and luck. Victor asked if anything else was required from him.

Monique shook her head, not bothering to say that he came across as calculated and quite conservitive. He liked to play it safe, she guessed...

" No, but you might want to buckle your seatbelt and prepare for takeoff. " Monique put on the headphones and closed her eyes. The music was totally relaxing. Within a few hours she would be sitting poolside at the Mirage, wearing her tiny little skimpy bikini and sipping cocktails, being lathered with scented lotion by her hunky new manservant ...

By noon they were in the lobby checking into the magnificent hotel casino. Monique ordered Victor to drag her luggage onto the elevator, not trusting the bellboy. She handed him the card key so he could open the door for her.

" Oh God, it's so hot in here, turn on the air conditioning, please. And then you can unpack my things. I prefer my delicates in the top drawer. "

With that she disappeared into the luxurious marbeled bathroom...

 

[marauder13]

" No, but you might want to buckle your seatbelt and prepare for takeoff. "

He quickly found himself a place to sit, buckling in while watching Monique getting herself settled. He was wondering what he had got himself into when he accepted this job, but so far, so good. A little out of the ordinary, but... for the money, she was the boss.

When they arrived at the hotel, he was ordered to get her luggage, which he did. He just shrugged to the bellhop as he took the luggage into the elevator. While on the way up, he was also given the card to open the room for her.

It was a bit of a juggle, but he managed to do that without any major difficulties.

" Oh God, it's so hot in here, turn on the air conditioning, please. And then you can unpack my things. I prefer my delicates in the top drawer. "

Victor got the air conditioning running, and then proceeded to unpack Monique's bags. 'When she said personal assistant, she wasn't joking.' He proceeded to put her clothes away in the various draws and wardrobe space. It took a lot of self control to not imagine every piece of her delicates he packed away looked on her. After a while, even his self control caved, and the imagination fired.

But then the task was done, and he managed to banish the images from his mind, admitted after one last viewing. He checked his handy work, just to make sure that he hadn't missed anything. He removed his jacket, and rolled the sleeves up to over the elbows as well as loosening his tie.

He walked over to the doorway to the bathroom, raising his voice to be heard over the noise coming from within.

"Ms Barclay, all of your clothes have been unpacked, and the air conditioning is running. Is there anything else you require at this time?"

 

[angelique127]

" ...Is there anything else you require at this time ? " Victor asked loudly.

Several seconds later the bathroom door opened. Monique posed in the doorway, wearing a sheer pink bikini and matching heels. " Why yes, after we buy you bathing attire downstairs we are going to the pool, where you will fetch me a Pina Colada, cover me with suntan lotion and be at my beck and call."

Monique wrapped a sarong around her curvey waist. "I'd bet you would look good in a speedo ! " she said, teasingly, as she headed for the door. Victor did not seem thrilled. They walked to the elevator. " I once knew this European gentleman, a friend of my dear late husband, and he always wore a speedo. My God, was he hung like a horse. He just loved to show it off too."

They entered a men's shop. "I think the bathing suits are over there." Monique pointed in a general direction. " Now remember you must model it before we purchase one. That's part of the fun. "

Monique winked...

 

[marauder13]

When the bathroom door opened, Victor's eyes widened noticeably at the sight he was presented with. Before he could control himself, his eyes roamed over Monique's barely clad body. It was one very impressive display. But he was brought back to earth when her voice cut through his musing.

" Why yes, after we buy you bathing attire downstairs we are going to the pool, where you will fetch me a Pina Colada, cover me with suntan lotion and be at my beck and call."

The words beck and call grated on his nerves a little, but at least she was being honest, and not trying to make it sound like something else. Still, he would do his best to keep his boss happy, though he wondered where his duties ceased in an official work capacity.

As she covered herself a little more, and seeming in the process making her look more scantily clad, she managed to get another seeming harmless line out that hit a raw nerve.

"I'd bet you would look good in a speedo ! "

'Well, Maria thinks so.' But he knew better than to voice that opinion. But he followed his boss, somewhat reluctantly. He listened to her reminisce about a friend of her late husband, and how he stacked up.

They finally entered the menswear store, and Monique kindly pointed out where the swim gear was located.

"I think the bathing suits are over there." Monique pointed in a general direction. " Now remember you must model it before we purchase one. That's part of the fun. "

He wandered over to where the speedos were located, and grabbed a few different ones, and went into one of the change booths, making sure Monique saw which one he entered. He stripped down, and donned a pair of navy blue swimmers. He dressed himself to the left, took a deep breath, and walked out to show Monique.