Secretary Slave (Open for One)

[Sultry_Shade]

Secretary Slave (closed)

Position has been filled by PhoenixPrime01


A young woman in a troubled marriage driven to acts of petty thievery finds herself promoted only to be blackmailed by her new boss.

It’s a bit of a cliché, and has been done I’m sure, but it’s a fun little story line that I’d like to experiment with.


(there may be room for additional characters later, depending how this developes, or if it develops.)

 

[Sultry_Shade]

Trying to get through the hallway with her dose of caffeine and sanity in tact was proving itself to be virtually impossible as the office flock perused the new V.I.P. Having no interest in being such a spectator Vivian just wanted to get to her window and get to work.

“Oh he is so handsome, but long hair on an executive isn’t that a bit odd?” She heard one of the secretary’s chirp, to be followed by a low hum of agreement on both points from the rest of the herd. Viv could only shake her head in disgust as she passed, they were all so quick to judge, even a man who might just be holding all of their careers in his hands. At this thought the curiosity bug finally caught up to her, she turned to see if she could catch a glimpse of the new big wig.

At first it was impossible to see around the mass of suits and skirts, but at last she was able to catch a quick view. From what she could tell he was fairly tall, probably about 6’1 with a straight keen edge to his style, a finely tailored black suite, crisp white shirt all accented with an indigo tie. He had a smile that flashed quickly like lightening, and dark eyes that gleamed each time he did. His hair was black like pitch hanging to his shoulder blades and was tied back tidy with a neat black ribbon.

Very gothic, Viv thought to herself. He really was quite handsome; she hadn’t expected to be moved by him, so the feeling was a bit of a surprise. Her breath caught a moment in her chest and she could feel a hot blush creep into her cheeks, after all she was a married woman, albeit unhappily, but married all the same. Turning on her heels, stuffing thoughts of the new hire to the beck of her mind, she makes her way towards her teller window and her desk where she could settle in for the day.

The day passes with its usual tedium; Viv loses herself in daydreams and is caught unawares by the group of suits touring the lobby. Her reverie is cut off abruptly by the hiss of her manager, “Ssst, stand up straight and look professional, here come the head cheese brigade.” Snapping to attention she looks around as they head her direction. She can hear Mrs. Christianson the head of accounting prattling on and on to the long haired executive. She couldn’t believe they were actually taking him through the peon area.

Suddenly self conscious she straightens her skirt and runs an absent minded hand through her tousled red mane. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she grins pleasantly as they pause at her window. Christianson rattling of her name, mispronouncing it as usual; it was all Viv could do not to respond with her usual withering retort. It was when his eyes fell upon her that all such thoughts flew like pigeons scattered in the park.

His voice was deep and melodious as he greeted her, his hand almost hot as he actually shook her hand. She could feel her face turning as red as her hair, but she refused to look away, instead meeting his gaze steadily with her own, yet her heart hammering like mad.
It was all over in a moment, but she found herself almost weak from the experience something about him made her tremble, and like it.

He was really taller up close, she thought to herself, a big man. Sighing, she turned her attention back to the lobby, slipping into erotic daydreams of the new Vice President of Operations for her branch.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

The problem was Vivian’s husband was a raving alcoholic and a gambler to boot. She would often have to volunteer for overtime or even take on temp work and part time jobs just to cover his debts. He considered himself a professional so of course held not job of his own. The whole situation was no win for her but she felt trapped and often desperate. It came down to these conditions that drove her to make such a drastic decision.

It started small, her drawer sometimes coming up short 10 or 20, always something easy to make up for. She would always pay back, but she knew what she was doing was wrong. It just seemed no other way with all things considered. Her part time job was only seasonal and had ended with the beginning of fall and she was finding it difficult to find another one. Not to mention the fact she was constantly in a state of exhaustion; perhaps it was this as well that led her to this.

She had been doing it a couple months, and it had only become worse at home. When the executive secretary position came open, reporting to the new boss, she was quick to jump on it, hoping that the salary would be enough to end her days of white collar theft.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

The application had been long and drawn out and many times Viv found her self having to glorify certain other positions she had held. Padding her resume was no worse then her other trespasses and if she could land this job, she would no longer have to worry. Or least she hoped not, but with her husband’s habits it was hard to tell. Lately she had been wondering if drugs hadn’t begun to play a hand in his behavior as well.

Try as she might not to worry about these things they often ate at her mind and she would question why she ever married him in the first place. What ever happened to that man she loved so long ago? Nothing she said mattered to him anymore; she was merely his means to an end. She was nothing more then his method of paying off his creditors so he could continue to revel in his vices. In all her life she had never felt so vulnerable or so alone.

Being a dreamer by nature, Viv would often find herself fantasizing about the new manager, wondering what he would be like in person. How would he treat a woman? How would he be in bed? All these thoughts would bring a fresh flush to her cheeks, and she would even giggle to herself sometimes at her own silliness.

In fact when the opportunity to work for him arose her first thoughts were what she would wear to the interview. Such ridicules thoughts, she realized, but it was only in her mind; just harmless mental fun. As if she could even hope to seduce such a powerful man, let alone how could she being a married woman.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

PM on the way in a few moments. *S

PP

 

[Sultry_Shade]

PM on the way in a few moments. *S

PP

OOC: I look forward to it.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

A.L.Drake, VP Investments:

and what he's called by aquaintances. His friends just call him Drake.

He stands 6'2" and a fraction tall and weights a bit over 200 pounds, which he keeps very fit in the gym and by competeing now and then in Triathalons.

Drake graduated from college several years ago with a degree in banking and finance and just moved from one coast to the other to take the position as VP at this institution at a handsome salary increase and with percs such as a 'company' car for Drake has a knack and skill at investing and making money. Something the banking company wanted to increase their assets and were willing to pay for and handsomely considering his track record of investment successes. As an aside his personal portfolio is nearly at the point where he'll only work as long as it's still a challenge and entertaining to him. He could retire now at 37 but chooses not to do so quite yet.

His first day he was given the obligitory guided tour and introduced to all of the employees in the main branch where his office is on the 6th floor with a lovely view over the city and into the harbor.

All of the faces and names had become a blur, that is until he was introduced to Mrs. Roswell, the red head who'd blushed so furiously as she took his hand and fought to continue to look into his grey eyes and not look down.

A spark passed between them and Drake was determined to find out its cause, although he had his suspicions. Suspicions based on his many years as an active member of an alternative lifestyle that would shock the stodgy bankers to their nylon socks if they knew of it.

When Mrs. Roswell applied for the position as he Executive Secretary Drake was pleased for this allowed him to delve into her past history with cause and of course also throughly check her records here at the bank.

He took her files and records home to the new, to him, farmhouse he'd bought on 30 + - acres as the listing had stated it just out of the city in the rolling hills and sat with an Old Forrester and ginger ale going over all and making notes on her resume and the transaction history for the past several months. When he'd finished the transaction history he smiled, a wicked smile, and sat back chuckling.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

For the millionth time that day, Vivian found herself wondering how long before she would hear about the job. Three days had already gone by since she had submitted her resume and application. From past experience she knew it would take at least a week or two before they would come to a decision, but they usually started scheduling interviews by now. She couldn’t help but worry that she wouldn’t even get her foot in the door; after all she was only a lowly teller.

“I sure hope I get at least an interview,” she whispers to her empty cubicle, her mind again returning to the day in the Lobby when she first was introduced to A.L. Drake. Such a strapping man, larger then life; even if she didn’t get the job, just to spend a some time in his company would be intriguing in and of itself. His eyes like storms, his voice almost hypnotic, even if he had only spoken a few words to her. Once again such thoughts bring a rose like hue to her cheeks. Married women shouldn’t think such things, she chastises herself.

One of her coworkers notices the high color in her cheeks and comments, making Viv blush even harder. She stammers some lame excuse but the tell tale sound of the other tellers giggling, makes her realize how empty her response sounds. They tease her but she doesn’t hear them, as her thoughts were already being drawn elsewhere. It was common that they ostracized her, and she had long since grown accustomed if not immune to their ribbing. It only made her long more for that new job.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Head Teller walks down the line to Vivian's place and says, "Mrs. Roswell, close your window and lock your drawer. You're to report to Mr. Drake's office right away.
"Don't dawdle. He's waiting for you." and she turns and walks away.

The teller beside her leans over the divider and whispers, "What did you do? Hell, no matter you get to go and see the biggest hunk in the bank. Lucky you Viv.
"Tell me allll about it when you get back, okay?
"I can't believe someone that hunky and sexy works in a bank can you? He looks more like he belongs in movies or maybe as the Captain on a pirate ship."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Head Teller walks down the line to Vivian's place and says, "Mrs. Roswell, close your window and lock your drawer. You're to report to Mr. Drake's office right away.
"Don't dawdle. He's waiting for you." and she turns and walks away.

The teller beside her leans over the divider and whispers, "What did you do? Hell, no matter you get to go and see the biggest hunk in the bank. Lucky you Viv.
"Tell me allll about it when you get back, okay?
"I can't believe someone that hunky and sexy works in a bank can you? He looks more like he belongs in movies or maybe as the Captain on a pirate ship.
"Did you see how big his hands are? I wonder if what they say about big hands means a big, well you know.
"Ohhhhh myyyy..." then she has to turn away to wait on a customer.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

a bundle of nervous energy

Vivian almost swallowed the stick of gum she had been chewing as the Head Teller’s voice cut through her mental wanderings. Here she had just been thinking of the new VP, and now she was being summoned to his office, she almost couldn’t believe it. This had to be about her resume, right? Why else be called in so suddenly, her mind didn’t catch the other possibility that he had caught on to her more illicit activities.

As she quickly obeyed the dictate, locking her drawer and gathering her wits, she is bombarded with questions from Renee in the cubicle next to hers. “What did you do?” followed by a barrage of commentary regarding the physique of Mr. Drake, that made Vivian’s heart hammer in her chest.

Feeling a little light headed from her teammates comments she just waves her off, giggling softly like a school girl, and feeling utterly ridicules about it. As she draws closer to his office, she feels a strange tingle stealing over her, a sensation she has not felt since her wild teenage years. Renee was right; he was too handsome to be a bank manager.

Tentatively she raises her fist and daintily knocks on the door, then opens it announcing herself in a shaky voice. “Mr. Drake, it’s me, Vivian Roswell. You wanted to see me, Sir.” On shaky legs she steps into his lusciously appointed office.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

A.L.Drake:

His voice calls out come in Mrs. Roswell and when she has done so he continues as he writes, "Close the door Mrs. Roswell and take a seat. I'll be with you momentarily.
"We have a couple of things to discuss, one being your resume and application to be my secretary."

He sits apparently writing while in fact looking at her from the corner of his eye as she does as instructed and then crosses his office to take her seat.

Now out from behind the high counter of the teller line Drake can fully appreciate her incredible figure. He'd already noted her lovely face and striking hair and eyes when they were introduced and also how full her breasts seemed and that they weren't overly large, but were large for her lithe upper body. He could now see how her torso flowed to a narrow waist which flared to well proportioned womanly hips. As she'd turned to shut the door he'd smiled as he saw the swell of her apparently firm bottom that led to toned legs.

He let her sit and stew wondering for awhile the laid down his pen and picked up her application and opened her file from human resources.

"Well Mrs. Reynolds tell me why I should choose you as my Executive Secretary and take you from the dull drugery of the teller line," he says in his deep voice as he looks right into her eyes very disconcertingly then awaits her reply.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

shaky ground

His voice seems to fill not only her ears, but her entire head with its sexy resonance. The affect on her both bewildering and intoxicating, she tries to force herself to think of her husband, but to no avail. She is shocked at her own mind, but tries not to let the disruption in her soul, show on her face. How could she be experiencing this, and remain faithful in heart to her spouse? It was a question to which she had no answer.

She feels his eyes like a caress on her backside as she turns and closes the door but upon turning back realizes he is still immersed in the paperwork before him. Must have been my imagination, she thinks to herself, trying valiantly to maintain her decorum. Making her way towards the big man’s desk, she is overcome by his aura, so powerful it radiate. Cautious as a cat stalking a bird, she walks on her spindly heels, her body suddenly unsteady. Her nervous pulse racing, she takes her seat, and tries to remain calm and still as she waits for him to again acknowledge her.

At first he does not look at her, only opens her file and application, then as he speaks do those piercing eyes finally raise, pinning her in place with a gaze so electric she almost gasps aloud. His voice strident cuts through her shock, "Well Mrs. Roswell tell me why I should choose you as my Executive Secretary and take you from the dull drudgery of the teller line."

Her mouth is suddenly as dry as noon in the desert, and she sits a moment paralyzed by the question, swallowing her anxiety and confusion of being in his presence, she stammers her response. “ Uh I uhm, Sir, Mr. Drake, I am best qualified for this position as I am very flexible with my schedule and eager to learn. I just need the chance to prove myself, Sir” as she finishes she realizes how horribly unprepared she must sound, and her face again bursts scarlet.

Yet despite her nervousness, she holds his gaze as long as she can, before gazing down at her hands folded in her lap, biting her lower lip.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

A.L.Drake:

"I see," he says solomenly while smiling inside and thinking to himself, 'Yesss, I was correct she is a latent submissive. She has a natural submissive personality and I'd wager has no idea that she does.'

As several days have transpired he's had time to assemble his own very personal file about Mrs. Roswell. A phone call and expenditure have gotten him a file from a private investigator and he's now well aware of her husband's choice of lifestyle and addictions. The 'reason why' he had needed.

"Well I must admit that most of your listed qualifications do point to your being the best qualified, on the surface that is.
"However Mrs. Roswell it seems that there are discripencies in what you have listed and what you have in fact studied, with attendant listed grades, as well as some job experiences prior to starting here at the bank.
"Are you able to explain the differences to me Mrs. Roswell," he asks eyes still fastened on her, although he'd taken the time while her head was down to give her legs and body another inspection. Now he waited to see if her head would lift and if she'd meet his eyes as she replied.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

His voice weaves knots around her mind. Like the intricate art of origami he seems to fold the world to his whims, his control effortless, coming as easy as breath. She shivers a little, her nipples tightening an alien response to this kind of situation. It must be his looks, or his voice she thinks but is confused.

His questions fall on her ears like an explosion, the final one resounding. "Are you able to explain the differences to me Mrs. Roswell," his tone steady with no hint of its underlying theme. She stares hard at her ruby painted nails, swallowing audibly, a terrible nervous habit.

There is a long awkward silence, and she feels a terrible quiver in her stomach. Her voice seems to have vanished at first, but finally she finds her words and with a brief glance up into those unfathomable gray eyes she blurts out. “Discrepancies? I’m not sure I understand. I may have forgotten exact dates and maybe the grades were not what quite what I remembered, but I meant no misdirection. “ she franticly she digs through her memories, trying to figure out where she may have slipped, finding nothing she sits silent in frustration.

Her eyes shiny with emotion finally seek his, in mute appeal. His stare immutable, impenetrable freezes her and fills her with fire all at once. She feels captured in those haunting orbs.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

A.L. Drake:

"Well let us let that lie for now Mrs. Roswell and move on to another matter," he says as he looks directly and deeply into her eyes.

"As a matter of course I've audited your drawer and transactions for the past 3 months."

There's a pause as he takes in her reaction and lets her sit and fret then continues, "In doing so I've discovered a pattern." Another pause and again he continues still looking at her unblinkingly, "During the second and fourth weeks of the months I've audited so far your drawer comes up short a small amount each of those weeks Mrs. Roswell.
"To date the total has reached a bit over one thousand dollars."

During this pause he notes her reaction to his revelation and thinks to himself, 'Now I've well and truly got you my submissive lovely. The sudden pallor, the flared nostrils, the pupil dilation, the muted gasp and convulsive swallow all betray your guilt as surely as a neon sign would.'

He continues, "This pattern points to regular embezzlement Mrs. Roswell.
"While the amount isn't great it is certainly enough to have you fired, to have you arrested and to have you tried and probably convicted when your bank records are compared with the losses. Conviction in this state, I've checked to find out by the way, would lead to one to five years in the state's women's prison and a criminal record as a convicted felon for the remainder of your life.
"Can you explain those discrepencies to me Mrs. Roswell?"

 

[Sultry_Shade]

busted

Still paralyzed by his stare, Vivian’s heart leaps into her throat with his next statement, her pulse like a jack hammer, she fights back a wave of dizziness.

"As a matter of course I've audited your drawer and transactions for the past 3 months."

Oh no, he knows, she whimpers to herself, a sense of doom flooding through her. As he continues his discourse regarding the unbalanced state of her till, she feels as if the floor had given way beneath her. Emerald eyes fill with tears, but remain unshed giving them a shiny almost silvery cast, her gaze dropping again to her hands now folded in her lap. She swallows again heavily, nervously, twitching in her chair, a bug under glass.

He talks of amounts and penalties, of punishment and possible imprisonment; she feels all the color drain from her face. Trembling she can not look up to meet his gaze as the final words spill from his perfect lips, she is petrified. Again the question is posed, and this time she knows fully the extent of her crimes.

"Can you explain those discrepancies to me Mrs. Roswell?"

The small amount of composure she had managed to maintain breaks like a wave on the shore. Crashing, she bursts into tears, huge rivulets run down her cheeks, but she makes no sound of crying. Solemnly she glances up at him briefly, her face blotchy from the extreme change of emotions, she looks hopeless and afraid.

Her voice comes out a twittering mouse like squeak, “I can not explain. No I mean I can not justify my actions. Oh Mr.Drake, please understand, I am so sorry. I always meant to pay it all back. It’s my husband you see. He has problems, serious problems and it’s always about money.” She pauses a moment to catch her breath, a sob building in her lungs, she swallows it and continues.

“I beg you please, give me another chance. Don’t fire me, I work hard, you can take the amount out of my pay.” She bites her lower lip, looking like a lost child. “I’ll do anything, please.” It is in this moment that Drake knows if he asked her to fall to her knees and beg she would do it.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

busted

~double post~

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

A.L. Drake:

He sits silent as the sphinx and as unreadable for minutes that must seem like hours to her then speaks in the same deep voice, but with a no nonsense tone in it, a tone the brooks no arguement. It's his way or the consequences from his tone.

"I see.
"I know about your husband's addiction to alcohol and his compulsive gambling Mrs. Roswell and that's his probelm and unfortunately yours it seems.
"No need to look shocked. One day's work by a private investigator is all it took. An expense I undertook personally so the bank has no idea, yet.
"Your husband is, in my eyes, a low life and a liar. How about you Mrs. Roswell?
"Are you also a liar?
"You've said to me that you'll do anything to keep your job and avoid arrest and trial, to avoid prison were you sincere?
"I will make you an offer if you are. There'll be no room for negotiation once it's made. You're answer to it will be yes or no and nothing else.
"Are you a liar Mrs. Roswell? Will you say yes and then try and squirm out if you've said yes and take my offer to avoid what we both know is hanging over your head and look at me when you answer me Mrs. Roswell."

 

[Sultry_Shade]

decisions

Words somber as stones fall upon her stunned ears. A glimpse at an option, the possibility of redemption, but relief with strings of that she is assured by his expression. His eyes bore holes into her psyche, she feels as if he has managed to peel back the layers of her soul laying bare truths that burn her with shame.

He talks of his knowledge beyond what she would ever have expected, his expressions coloring her husband a villain. She tries to stammer something to defend her mate, but finds her tongue stuck in place, as if some fragment of her knows the reality within his words. For if it was not for Mr. Roswells’ vices she would not be in this position, fearing for her job and the loss of her freedom as well.

“Are you also a liar?” A question and an accusation, it stings in her ears, but it is a question worthy of asking as she has proven herself to be untrustworthy with her transgression. She shakes her head, no; she had always been until then, an honest and forthright woman. He pays no attention to her head movement, continuing to press her with more questions, each one pressing her for some sort of promise, a commitment. His cold serious demeanor is somewhat frightening, yet strangely stimulating as well, such command.

Her it was no laid out at her feet, an option kept from her, but offered. A blind choice to be made or face the music; she lifts her head, eyes rimmed with red meeting his steel gaze, and responds. “I made my statement in all honesty and stand by my words. As I See it you hold all the cards now, Sir, even if I were to try and back out you would have the final decision on my fate.” her voice quavers slightly but she continues, “So to answer your queries, I will take your offer, even though you keep the details from me. I will prove my word, by my actions.”

As if all her energy has been drained, her head drops and she awaits his next move, fearful and hopeful.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

A.L. Drake:

"We shall see Mrs. Roswell. We shall see.
"I have prepared a contract for you to read and sign if you're truly serious... and true to your word.
"Once you sign it I will give you the $1,350.00 to slip back into your drawer and make up the thefts as a part of my contractual obligation.
"Keeping the knowledge of your crime will fulfill the second part of my contractual obligation.
"Now Mrs. Roswell, read this and sign it, if you are in fact a woman of your word and not a liar as well as a thief," he says as a paper is removed from a file on his desk and turned to face her and his pen laid on top.

"Stand up. Come to the desk and bend at the waist as you read and as you sign it."

The Document:

CONTRACT OF SERVICE


This contract is between Mr. A.L. Drake and Mrs. Vivian Roswell and is for an indefinite period of time beginning on the hand written date below.


1. For the sum of one thousand three hundred and fifty ($1,350.00) and other extremely valuable considerations I, Mrs. Vivian Roswell, freely sell my services to Mr. A.L. Drake for an indefinite period of time to begin as stated above.
2. During that time period Mr. Drake may call upon my services whenever he chooses and I will immediately respond to any and all such summons and requests for my service without hesitation or suffer the consequences as stated in item # 3.
3. I understand and willing accept that should Mr. Drake find my services wanting or not to his exacting standards I will be subject to punishment, to include but not limited to corporal punishment, and I willingly agree to submit to any and all such punishments without legal recourse so long as I am not permanently disfigured or intentionally seriously injured or maimed.
4. I freely and willingly will submit myself to and will strive my utmost to perform any and all tasks that Mr. Drake may request knowing that failure to complete any and all to Mr. Drake’s total satisfaction will result in punishment as set forth in item # 3.
5. I enter into this contract freely and willingly.
6. My term serving Mr. Drake will be until such time as he is satisfied that I have repaid him for the funds and other extremely valuable considerations I have received in advance for my services or face the legal repercussions for violating this contract.




_____________________
Mrs. Vivian Roswell

_____________
Date

 

[Sultry_Shade]

on the dotted line

His expression never changes as she glances up through her lashes at his face. He pulls a crisp official looking sheet of paper from a manila folder next to her resume, as he speaks. She is captivated by the size of his hands for a moment, remembering Renee’s comment she is suddenly beet red. As he explains the nature of the paper, she is a bit confused, he had this planned from the start, everything, and so in control. She tingles from this realization.

His final statement is issued like a command, one that is to be obeyed regardless of her feelings. “Stand up. Come to the desk and bend at the waist as you read and as you sign it.” She doesn’t understand the nature of his request, but does as she is told, to fearful to do anything other. Her legs tremble as she stands next to him, bent, her ass angled up. It is quite a compromising position and the flush in her face deepens.

She reads the contract, her eyes widening at each line. Her mouth drops open slightly and she shakes her head unconsciously. She turns as if to ask if this is really necessary but the look in his eyes tells her the question is useless. She rereads the document, stalling, but the pressure of him so close, moves her to lift the pen.

With quaking legs and quivering lip, she signs the line. Her signature a jittery scrawl as she tries to calm her jangled nerves, to no avail.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

A.L. Drake:

"Do not move Mrs. Roswell. Stand just as you are and wait," he says as he takes the signed contract from his desk, stands and walks to a locking fire resistant file cabinet. He dials the combination and puts the contract inside then closes and relocks it.

As he returns to his desk where she remains just as he'd told her to stay, "That is my personal safe Mrs. Roswell. Only I have the combination to it. Your contract is now safe and sound and secure."

Reseating himself he turns the chair to afford him the best view of her bent body, "Now Vivian you are now mine. You have sold yourself to me and here," and he opens his center desk drawer and removes $1,350.00 in cash and lays it on the desk between her hands, "is the cash part of my obligation. My silence is the second part of my obligation.
"And now Vivian you are legally mine. You are now my slave who will come to me when summoned and who will do any and everything I wish or face the consequences in Item # 3 of your contract.
"Is that perfectly clear to you my slave Vivian? I now own you without reservation or limitations that don't violate the contract."

Now Drake sits back and allows his grey eyes to feast on her lovely face, her lush breasts straining the bodice of her dress as they hang in her bent position, the swell and curve of her hips and bottom and the sleek legs outlined by her dress before it ends then the smooth skin of her lower thighs and calves.

"If you do understand fully and completely you will say so and from now on when we're alone slave you will always address me as Master.
"Do hold that position slave as it showcases the body I now own very nicely."

 

[Sultry_Shade]

New role shock

The ink is barely dry before Mr. Drake scoops it up, she shifts to stand, but is frozen in place by his tone and demand. "Do not move Mrs. Roswell. Stand just as you are and wait," She doesn’t understand the reasoning behind this, but is momentarily too shocked to do more then comply with his wishes, feeling rather foolish all at the same time.

He locks the paperwork in a rather imposing cabinet informing her that it is his private safe and that is where her contract will remain. He moves back to his desk, while she continues to stand on her shaky legs, her body bent at such an awkward angle. She shifts foot to foot, wondering if he will now let her be seated. He makes no mention or move to allow this however.

Taking his seat, his eyes begin to roam in an almost intimate way over her body. Suddenly she felt as if she were on display like an ornament, this realization was simultaneously embarrassing and erotic. Her mind seemed to slip at this, why would she think that? Again she tried to force herself to think of her husband, but Drake’s words again cut through her defense.

He talks of possession and how she is now his, hearing this sends a shiver of goose bumps all over her body. He then hands her the cash to pay for her petty thefts from the till and reiterates his ownership. She opens her mouth to question him, but the words fail to come. He continues to speak, his tone more and more compelling, more and more masterful and she is moved by his words in the strangest way. She tries to understand these alien emotions, but can not focus as he asks her to confirm her understanding of the situation.

“"If you do understand fully and completely you will say so and from now on when we're alone slave you will always address me as Master.”

She turns her head to meet his eyes, her body still in the position he has requested. Her lips move at first but no sound will come, then a throaty sort of cough, she replies. “I understand.” Shivering with fear or is it excitement, she clears her throat. “Master, I understand.” She hopes this is the extent of his control, but knows deep down that her hope is in vain.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

A.L. Drake:

"Good slave and that quick correction saved you your first punishment for being disobedient and also being disrespectful.
"Now stand up slave and face your Master, your Owner.
"Stand with your feet at least shoulder width apart. Your back will be straight and your shoulders back. Place your hands at the top of your bottom with your wrists crossed one over the other, your head erect and your eyes lowered in respect for your new Master and Owner.
"Then we will play a game of question and answer. I'll ask them and you will answer them slave.
"You may now move slave."