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| The indignities of Clare The Ideal Secretary. |
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Collected by Djian
update dec 10 - 2008
another story by Paul Vincent | Coming of Age | Feminist Critique | Head of The House | Head of The House
M+/f, reluc, mc, spank, slut, modif, humil, D/s
The indignities of Clare The Ideal Secretary.
Paul Vincent
Part 10: Clare’s Next Few Weeks.
The first week of being a victim of AA was the longest for Clare. It seemed to last forever, with different indignities and humiliations being introduced to her each day; right up to Saturday’s date with Derek and John.
After the second week Clare found herself quickly get surprisingly used to entertaining different men every night in her flat as a matter of routine; sometimes with Angie, who moved in after the date with Derek and John, other times alone. Some of her ‘dates’ left her tips even though she had made clear she was not a prostitute; something that she found particularly mortifying. Most did not. Some booked her again for a further date. But after she had made clear she was not interested in a relationship, just casual sex, most men did not arrange a further meet, perhaps believing that she would not agree to a second.
The main problem for Clare in next couple of weeks was getting used to her growing slutty reputation. The most difficult part of this was guys molesting her around the offices more and more frequently as word got around about her and Angie. This started on the Tuesday of the second week with two young execs from the fifth floor she and Angie had first seen on the elevator the previous Thursday. After this experience it simply escalated.
The two guys found Clare and Angie again in the elevator much as they had the Thursday before. Yet again Clare and Angie were alone with them. This time though as they looked over Clare and Angie the girls were forced to smile and look interested by their more recent programming. After the elevator doors closed and it began moving one of the execs glanced at the other, and then turning to Clare started stroke her arm. As he did so he watched for evidence of a slap coming, which of course didn’t. All Clare could do instead was smile – which only emboldened him to move from the arm to the breast. Once he was there Clare put her hands on her head, stood with her feet shoulder with apart and thrust out her breasts obligingly. He responded by beaming from ear to ear and then began rubbing both tits with eagerness.
They passed the second floor as this was happening The elevator did not stop. So the guy continued fondling Clare’s breasts, and emboldened his friend, with a broad grin, did the same with Angie. She of course tucked her hands compliantly behind her and thrust out her breasts equally obligingly.
There were no stops before the fifth floor was reached. As the execs left the elevator, chuckling to one another at the girls, Clare and Angie were left writing the guys’ names in their bunny diaries for dates for the following Monday evening; the nipples on their tits budding through their thin tops like polls and their crotches wet with arousal from the humiliation of it all.
After this the word clearly got around. John and Derek had more than likely relayed their experiences and it had now been confirmed. As a result Clare and Angie were molested by guys they had never seen before: in elevators, corridors and offices. Of course their programming forced them to compliantly assist the groping each time. Frequently this was when others were around, which Clare hated the most as she was forced to conspire to ensure that they were able to molest her without it coming to the attention of anyone who might deem it inappropriate.
One such incident occurred on the Thursday of the second week when Clare had been in the elevator going down to the ground floor to go home. The elevator filled up with mostly women on the sixth floor on their way down, who glanced at her and her mode of dress disdainfully before facing forward and turning their backs on her. However a young tech guy who looked not more than eighteenish also got on and moved to stand at the side of Clare at the back of the elevator. He looked to be breathing hard, and Clare suspected he was interested. Instead of facing forward he stood side on facing her; with evidence in his pants when she looked down of the beginnings of a hard on. Compelled by her programming to look interested she therefore turned to face him, smiling and attempting to look as sexy as she could in the small space allowed.
As the other people in the elevator were facing forward they noticed nothing initially. The young guy quickly glanced around, and realising he wasn’t going to be seen he quietly and boldly (presumably in response to the rumours about Clare and Angie) lifted his hand and placed it on Clare’s left breast, this being the side towards the back of the elevator. Clare’s programming responded by compelling her to quietly put her hands to her sides and stick out and present her breasts obligingly to assist molestation. The young guy responded by opening his eyes in surprise and emitting an unconscious little moan of satisfaction – which caused a couple of people to look around.
He stopped immediately, aware of the people turning. However Clare quickly moved to stand with her back to them in response to prevent what was happening being seen. She then took hold of the now furtive looking guy’s hand, which had dropped down to his side, and placed it back on her breast before sticking out her chest invitingly again. She then lifted up her hand with her handbag to block any observation of the others there to the way her breast was being molested.
Clare fought the programming uselessly throughout all of this; shaking with effort to stop herself as she blocked the attention of the others in the elevator, placed the guy’s hand back on her breast and stuck out her chest. She fought simply to convince herself that she really was unwilling, as the humiliating nature of the compliantly submissive behaviour inevitably caused her to become aroused.
Of course the resistance was futile. For what seemed an eternity to the ground floor her breast was rubbed, squeezed and fondled. And the guy predictably followed her out afterwards to ask her for a date. So of course Clare had to respond by reaching for her bunny diary.
The following week Graham made matters worse for both her and Angie. On the Monday of that week Clare had been asked by Graham to photocopy a hundred copies of a document he wished to circulate around some lower management levels in the company. This she did in the photocopier room of the tenth floor mid morning. Each of the floors in the Kempton Pharmaceuticals building had two photocopier rooms for the staff situated there. Inside each was a large industrial photocopier, shelves with paper, and a table and chair for arranging documents.
When she entered and started copying she passed a workman that appeared to be doing something to the door. He surprisingly did not take any notice of Clare, which she felt quite pleased about, however after a couple of minutes of monotonous waiting with the copier churning away she became curious as to what the man was doing and so asked.
‘What’s up with the door. Is there a problem with it?’
The man, who was working away at the area of the handle, still did not even look up. He simply continued with what he was doing as he spoke.
‘I’m fitting the door with a lock for the inside,’ he replied. ‘Apparently Mr Sanderson has asked for all photocopier rooms in the building to be fitted with internal locks.’
‘Why are you doing that? It’s a photocopier room,’ Clare said, slightly puzzled.
‘So you can have some privacy when doing confidential copying I suppose. Don’t want people walking in when some top secret formula is being copied, do you?
He finished before Clare completed the photocopying, and then he simply left without a second glance at her. As the copying continued Clare looked at the door, and then suddenly realised that this would allow her more than a little privacy from now on. She quickly walked over and closed the copier room door and locked the door with the little latch leaver, before returning to the copier. Within a couple of minutes there was a sound at the door of someone trying to enter. Whoever it was realising the door was locked walked away after trying a couple of times. Clare smiled to herself. “This was going to be useful”, she thought.
For the next couple of days Clare used the copier rooms as a place to hide whenever she felt like she needed some space to avoid having to show guys attention and be casually molested. That was up until the Wednesday evening, when Graham called her into his office.
‘Ah Clare,’ Graham said as Clare nervously entered the office and closed the door. ‘Come over here and assume position at the side of me so I can have a feel whilst I talk to you.’
Clare instantly teetered around Graham’s desk to his right side. She then faced the desk, bent over with her legs straight, leaned on the desk with her hands and elbows, and then concaved her back down thrusting out her bubble butt. Graham began instantly to stroke and pet the beautifully presented peach.
‘Mmmm. That’s nice,’ he said as he stroked and squeezed the cheeks.
Though Clare was now used to this she still felt a twinge of embarrassment at assuming this position so compliantly and submissively at Graham’s order. As a result she was aware of slowly becoming aroused as she was molested.
‘I suppose that you have noticed that I have had workmen putting locks on all of the photocopier room doors over the last couple of days, Clare?’
‘Yes,’ Clare replied slightly puzzled by Graham bringing up the subject.
‘Have you thought about why Clare?’
‘It’s so that confidential documents can be photocopied privately without anyone coming in and seeing them. One of the workmen fitting the locks told me.’
‘Really?’ Graham replied with evidence of amusement in his tone. ‘Actually that’s not the reason. I bet that I know what you have been using them for though, Clare. Exactly the reason that Angie apparently has from what Keith tells me. He had to spank her for it earlier apparently. You’ve both been using them to hide yourselves away from all the guys that have heard how agreeable you are to being touched up these days. Am I right? Answer honestly Clare.’
‘Yes,’ Clare helplessly replied in response to the command.
‘Naughty naughty,’ Graham replied, and firmly slapped each of the presented bubble cheeks as he spoke. The large full cheeks made a “PLAT PLAT” sound and wobbled under the impacts. Needless to say Clare did not move out of position, and kept her back arched down and her butt presented pertly throughout.
Clare felt a mixture of regret that her secret hideaway had been discovered and puzzlement at where Graham was going with this.
‘Actually the locks are there for entirely the opposite reason to the one you’ve been using them for. The way you and Angie allow yourselves to be molested is fast becoming the talk of most of the guys in the building. And it occurred to me that I am being rather unfair on them really. Most of the guys work in open plan areas rather than having a private office like myself and the other board members. That means they only get to molest you for short periods if they’re lucky; for example if they’re fortunate enough to get you alone in an elevator. But they don’t have anywhere at the moment where they can seriously work on you uninterrupted. They can ask you out, and undoubtedly you will give them a good time on your dates. But they can’t actually do anything with you around the offices. And it seems to me that this could all create a frustrated workforce rather than a happy one. So I decided to utilise the photocopier rooms as somewhere where they can spend some private time with you during the day to use you properly uninterupted.’
Clare was beginning to feel this was definitely something she did not want to hear. As Graham continued she realised she was right.
‘Here’s what you are going to do from now on Clare. I actually have very little typing for you to do, as I’m sure you are becoming aware by now. That’s not really your primary function as my secretary. So you can easily spare a couple of hours out of each day each morning between ten and twelve o’clock. At these times you will spend the period in the photocopier rooms. You will go to the tenth floor rooms Mondays, the eighth floor rooms Tuesdays, the sixth Wednesdays and so on throughout the week. Angie will do the odd numbered floors. You will spend an hour in each photocopier room on the floor you’re on that day. Whilst in there you will ensure that the door is wide open so that anyone passing can get a clear view of you inside, and you will stand in a position where you can be easily seen. When any guy catches sight of you respond by smiling at them and looking sexy. If they come in looking like they might be after molesting you go and shut the door and lock it after they’ve entered so you won’t be disturbed, and then go back over to them and stand close to them to give them the opportunity to molest you. If they do molest you obviously you will respond to your programming accordingly, and they will be able to work on you safe and sound and uninterrupted for as long as they wish.
‘If they want to do more than simply molest you go along with that as well and let them do anything they want with you. You will enjoy it and respond passionately at all times of course. Suggest that they use the chair and table to fuck you on if they look like that is what they want to do. You better make sure you have your bunny diary with you too, as I bet some of them might want to arrange dates with you to continue matters further. So is that all clear?’
Clare felt distraught at the instructions; however as the thought of behaving in that way was extremely embarrassing she was inevitably now extremely aroused. Despite this her mind frantically sought for ways to avoid further escalating her abuse.
‘But ... but won’t it look strange me spending so much time in there without any photocopying?’ Clare said desperately.
‘Then use your imagination. Photocopy some document, and if someone comes in to do some copying walk out and go to the other room for a while before returning. Just try to look busy. It should be straight forward.’
Graham then temporarily paused from feeling Clare’s pertly presented butt to reach up her skirt between her legs to feel her pussy, which was inevitably wet with the arousal produced by her embarrassment.
‘And anyway, come on Clare let’s face it, you know you’ll enjoy it.’
* * *
After the third week Clare’s routine was complete and nothing much seemed to change after that. The weeks started to pass for Clare quickly, with few incidents that stood out. She and Angie were trapped in a slutty routine of being molested, dressing like whores all of the time in one form or another, and fucking any guys that wished to use them. They were used by their bosses around the offices, or fitted in their busy diaries for a night over at their places. They were frequently molested at length during their photocopier sessions, and frequently compelled to have full sex as well at times, sometimes bent over the table, sometimes on a guy’s lap on a chair. To make matters worse they were frequently spanked by Graham and Keith as well, Angie more so than Clare as Keith appeared more into this than Graham was.
Clare’s way of staying sane was to think of her vacation. She had planned to visit her parents’ home for a fortnight’s break, and had booked the period off shortly before her introduction to Agent Aspect. Clare half suspected that Graham might cancel it, as she knew he must been made aware of the booking by HR. As the weeks passed though he did not cancel it, and Clare became ever more hopeful that he might honour it.
She had nine weeks to count down in total from her introduction to Agent Aspect to her planned vacation. Only two particularly unpleasant experiences stood out to Clare over the period of the final six weeks from the rest of the monotony of slutty behaviour. Otherwise she almost seemed to have accepted the life she was now forced to lead. These incidents did stand out for their unpleasantness in particular though.
* * *
The first of these occurred at the end of the fourth week after her introduction to AA. At lunch time on the Friday Graham called Clare into his office for some fun. He was sitting at his desk again eating sandwiches from his lunch box.
‘Clare I think I would like you to provide me some entertainment whilst I eat my lunch. You are going to do exactly what you did the first day of your employment for me. Go fetch me the Wycowsky file, put it on the desk here, then take it back and get out the next file along. Keep repeating the process until you get to the back of the filing cabinet, then work forwards again. When you get to the front work back again. Arch your back as far forward as you can each time before you bend so your ass is stuck out pertly. As you are walking to the desk keep eye contact with me, I want it to be as humiliating as possible for you so it gets you really wet and ready to be fucked.’
Clare immediately did as she was instructed without any attempts at what she now knew too well to be useless resistance. Each time she bent over with her legs straight from the hips, after obediently arching her back forward first to stick out her bubble butt. She could almost feel Graham’s eyes on her as she slowly bent and whilst bent slowly took out or replaced a file in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. Each time after rising she was forced to look at Graham as she walked to his desk and see him smiling and munching his sandwich, shamelessly enjoying her humiliation. Inevitably Clare began to flush with arousals as a result.
Approximately ten minutes passed of this repetitive bending and demonstrating of her butt before Graham having finished his sandwich paused her.
‘Okay just stop a second and come over here.’ Clare walked over as instructed, and once at his side Graham took hold of the bunny toggle on the side of Clare’s stretch mini skirt and tugged it down The skirt fell to the floor, leaving Clare now only in her bunny pattern stockings, suspenders, four inch heels and vest top – functionally knickerless, as programmed.
‘Now go put the file back Clare. Spread your legs wide and point your toes in before you bend over though this time so I get a really good view of your pussy. I bet it’s really wet and ready for fucking after humiliating you like this.’
Clare felt a rush of arousal that almost made her come in response. This time she uselessly fought the impetus to obey the command, however still found herself pick up the file and obediently go to put it away. When at the cabinet Clare spread her legs just beyond shoulder width apart and stuck out her butt. Her pussy felt saturated, and was made worse by knowing she was about to present it to Graham.
‘Stand with your legs a little further apart please Clare,’ Graham said before she could continue.
Immediately Clare took steps to each side. She was now stood with her legs some four feet apart. She then pointed her toes in, locked her knees straight, arched her back forward, sticking out her bubble butt, and slowly bent over. As she did so she heard Graham rise and walk towards her until he was stood directly behind her. He then waited. Once Clare had put away the file and closed the drawer, he then commanded her, ‘Freeze in position,’ before she could rise.
Clare obediently held the position, with her pussy presented for use. She didn’t have to wait long. Almost immediately she heard the zip of Graham’s flies and felt the blunt tip of his cock nudge her saturated pussy. He then took a bruising grip of her hips and rammed it home.
Clare, who was on the brink of a climax through being so well humiliated, came immediately. Graham rode her through her climax, and then began to rhythmically use her.
‘Excellent Clare,’ he said as he rocked Clare back and forth on his cock. ‘Gerald and Douglas are going to be in for a treat this afternoon.’
Graham then began to move more vigorously, and with a grunt he sunk himself to the balls inside Clare and came. Clare felt the bloated large cock swell and discharge deep inside her cunt, and climaxed herself in response instinctively arching down and leaning back as she did so to impale herself more perfectly on the swelling discharging cock.
Once he had recovered he pulled out and zipped up. He then told Clare she could rise and put her skirt back on, which she did quickly – making sure she bent down for it with her back to Graham and her legs straight.
‘You haven’t met Douglas and Gerald yet have you Clare?’ Graham said.
‘No Sir,’ Clare replied sheepishly. She had heard of the other two board members, and knew them by sight, but hadn’t yet met them.
‘They have been on a visit to Britain for the past four weeks to work with Russell Kempton himself. They were informed about you and Angie and our little extravagance with AA, but haven’t had the good fortune to meet you yet. They are just as licentious as Keith and myself though I’m afraid, so as you can imagine they are extremely eager to be introduced. I said you would meet them in Gerald’s office just after lunch. Now I’ve had my fun with you, you might as well get over there and introduce yourself.’
* * *
After cleaning up in the ladies’ and cleaning the floor in Graham’s office were their bodily fluids had been left (bent over with her legs straight and her back to Graham, of course) Clare made her way to the as yet unexplored side of the tenth floor, where she knew Gerald Latimer and Douglas Gordon’s offices were situated. They were both original board members of the company, the first two Russell Kempton had employed after Kempton Pharmaceuticals began to expand into the American market. As a result of their closeness they had chosen to have their rather large plush offices besides one another. Unfortunately this meant that their secretaries also shared a joint outer office area, and although Clare didn’t know Douglas and Gerald except by sight she certainly knew their secretaries.
This was another case where she wished she had been less bitchy before her introduction to AA. Hannah Williams and Jane Clarence were well known for being extremely close to the two senior board members, whom they had worked with for some ten years. They were more like PA’s than secretaries. Clare, who prior to her introduction to AA hated the concept of being a secretary to a guy and being at his beck and call frequently used to make comments to them about how ‘close’ they were to their bosses, just as she used to do to Angie. This happened whenever she had gotten in conversations with them, whether it be in the staff canteen or in elevators.
Up to now since her introduction to AA she had been lucky and had not had to talk to them dressed and behaving as she now was. Having to walk into their office dressed this way and with her growing reputation was a nightmare for her. And as she stood outside the offices breathing heavily and dreading having to go in she was inevitably tremendously sexually aroused because of the intensity of the embarrassment the situation forced upon her.
Clare would have stood there all day given the choice. But after half a minute her programming compelled her to obey Graham’s command and she found herself open the door and walk through under its compulsion.
Hannah and Jane were seated at Hannah’s desk. Hannah was on her chair behind it in front of her computer, and Jane seated on the desk filing her nails. Hannah, who was Douglas’ secretary was around 35, wore a smart pant suit and had shoulder length dark hair. Jane, Gerald’s secretary was a little younger at around thirtyish, and also wore a suit, though with a long skirt instead of pants, and had similar length mousy blonde hair. When Clare walked in they both looked up and smiled.
‘Well look what we have here,’ Hannah said, pausing from her computer and looking up. ‘Well it looks as if you were right, Jane. Doug and Gerry *are* going to be riding the office bike this afternoon.’
‘Seems so,’ Jane replied with a snigger continuing to file her nails as she too looked up smiling at Clare. ‘Who do you think will have first turn, Doug or Gerry?’
‘Gotta be Doug. Gerry always gets his leftovers,’ Hannah said with a laugh. ‘They’re busy in Doug’s office at the moment Clare. But I’m sure they’ll be out soon. They asked us to entertain you whilst you were waiting. Say, I just love those clothes Clare. The way your nips are so visible through that stretchy vest top. And you know I swear I can see the lines of suspenders through that tight little grey mini skirt you’re wearing. But I think the choice of bunny pattern stockings is most tasteful of all, I have to say. What do you think Jane?’
‘I don’t know really,’ Jane replied in a mocking tone looking Clare up and down. ‘I quite like the choice of makeup – the garish red lipstick and nail varnish. And the way the little toggles on the zippers match the stockings. Playboy bunnies aren’t they?’
‘Yes.’ Hannah replied, equally mockingly. ‘Invented as a sign for the Playboy Empire, largely because bunnies spend so much time breeding as I understand it. They deny it of course. But the clear message of the bunny is that their girls and their readers like to behave in a similar manner shall we say.’ Hannah said this looking up at Jane with a giggle. She then turned to Clare in mock concern. ‘Oh Clare ... why ... I didn’t mean to imply ... that you behave like that or anything simply because of you dressing the way you do.’
‘Then again,’ Jane continued. ‘There is a rumour going around that Clare will screw any guy that asks her. Perhaps that is the reason she dresses this way.’
‘Mmmm. Perhaps,’ Hannah replied. ‘So is that true Clare?’
Clare’s embarrassment had ramped up several notches with these comments, and as a result so was her arousal level. Still she felt she had to say something to defend what was left of her reputation.
‘Look I’m here simply because Graham asked me to come over ... to ... to collect some papers for him from Douglas and Gerald. That’s all. I don’t know what you are talking about. And as far as the way I dress is concerned, I like to look pretty. I’m young and attractive, why shouldn’t I? Someday I’ll be old and ugly like you two and then I can dress in dowdy old suits.’
Hannah and Jane looked at Clare. They were still smiling, but not looking too impressed by her comments. Jane stopped filing her nails and looked Clare purposefully up and down.
‘Clare dear,’ Jane said as she looked her over. ‘You don’t simply try to look pretty. You dress like a slut. You wear a tiny skirt and a tiny vest top that are skin tight and slutty looking patterned stockings with suspender lines that show through your skirt, and fuck me four inch heels. That’s not simply trying to “look pretty”. And everyone knows that you fuck anyone and everyone you are able to. And the way you let guys molest you around the offices is the talk of the company. I can’t believe that you are standing there dressed like you are saying such things.’
‘Look,’ Clare said more firmly now, desperate from the arousal being produced by her embarrassment. ‘I dress as I please. And I think I just look nice like this. There’s no other motive. And you would be better off spending more of your time doing your typing instead of listening to lying rumours about my behaviour. As for why I’m here, it’s to collect some important papers for Graham personally he wants from Douglas and Gerald and that’s all.’
Jane looked as though she was about to reply however before she could Douglas’s office door opened and two men emerged. Both were slim tall middle aged men in expensive looking suits. The first was Douglas Gordon, who caught sight of Clare immediately and simultaneously his eyes opened wide and jaw dropped open. The second slightly shorter man, Gerald Latimer, reacted like the first.
‘Wow! Well I have to say I am impressed,’ Douglas said looking Clare over. Clare attempted to smile modestly and look as though she were simply enjoying taking a complement. Unfortunately though in response to Douglas’s behaviour her programming immediately took over and compelled her to look sexually interested instead. As a result Clare found herself first smoothing her hands down her figure and then standing like a model pouting with one hand on her hip.
Gerald, was also now looking Clare over and smiling. ‘She is really is one hell of a fox,’ he replied.
The two secretaries looked at Clare with contempt as she posed, smiled and pouted at the two men, seductively. Clare was aware of their gaze and desperately did not want to behave in the provocative manner she was, but her programming simply compelled her to anyway.
‘Clare was just telling us that she has come over for the ... erm ... “papers” for Mr Sanderson,’ Hannah said to Douglas in a clearly ironic tone.
‘Papers?’ Douglas replied, turning to his secretary. ‘What papers? What are you talking about Hannah?’
The two secretaries simultaneously looked at each other and started laughing.
‘Clare was ... Clare was explaining why she had been asked to come over,’ Jane attempted to continue in between nearly wetting herself with laughter.
‘What,’ Douglas replied, still looking puzzled. Then suddenly realisation came into his eyes. ‘Ahh. I see,’ he said. ‘You were being tactful, Clare. Well that’s good. I understand your motivation with Gerry and me being married men and all. But Hannah and Jane have worked with us for years and are extremely discrete and trustworthy. You can be open in front of them, and I’m sure they have guessed already why Graham asked you over. They know about your reputation and you ... erm ... liking a lot of sexual partners and deciding to live the way you do.’ Douglas gave Clare a wink as he said this making sure it was unseen by the two secretaries. ‘And I’m sure that as they’ve guessed that as we’ve a couple of hours free in our diaries we have asked you across for some fun. Now, Gerry, who goes first?’ Douglas turned to Gerry as he said this.
‘I suggest we toss a coin for it,’ Gerry replied. ‘Winner gets the first hour and loser the second.’
‘Sounds good to me,’ Douglas said taking out a coin.
Their attention was drawn away from her Clare as they did this, and she was able to relax from her provocative behaviour. But her arousal only increased with the awareness of the fact that she was now left with the two secretaries staring at her smiling with looks of contempt.
‘Doesn’t look like you’ll be going back to Graham with any “papers” then Clare,’ Jane said quietly and maliciously, and both women looked at each other and sniggered again.
‘She might have a couple of deposits to take back with her though,’ Hannah replied in between her laughter.
‘Heads,’ Gerald said as the coin landed on Douglas’s wrist. Douglas raised his hand.
‘Oh. Sorry Gerald. It’s tails. I get first go.’
Gerald sighed and looked over at Clare – who smiled back immediately and posed again sexily. ‘I guess I can wait an hour,’ he said before walking back towards his office.
‘Hold all my calls Hannah,’ Douglas said. ‘Clare follow me. And put the sign on the door to “do not disturb” on your way in. We don’t want anyone intruding if Hannah and Jane have to use the bathroom and aren’t around to tell people not to come in.’
Clare teetered over to Douglas’s office. Again she had a sense of déjà vu as she entered the office and slid across the sign on the door to “do not disturb”, just as she had done on Keith’s door two weeks earlier. As she turned the feeling was heightened by the sight of the two secretaries, who were watching her and chuckling to themselves. Clare felt totally humiliated. And so was now inevitably helplessly on the brink of an orgasm.
She didn’t have long to wait to be relieved though, as Douglas was clearly not someone familiar with the concept of foreplay. After shutting the door Clare walked over to the desk where Douglas stood. However virtually before she reached it Douglas had hold of the bunny toggle between her breasts. He tugged it down and had her bra undone in a flash; in fact so fast that it was done before Clare could get her hands to her head and pose for him. As Douglas went to push the vest top and bra over her shoulders Clare had to drop the hand on their way up to her head immediately to her sides instead to allow the clothing to fall to the floor. Even as the bra and vest top slid down her arms the toggle on Clare’s skirt had been grasped and pulled down, and the skirt hit the floor before the vest top and bra. Almost immediately Clare was left only in stockings, suspenders and heels thanks to the functional clothing.
‘Kneel on the floor and bend over so I can have you from behind Clare,’ Douglas instructed firmly unzipping the flies of his expensive suit. Clare immediately dropped to the floor and bent over obediently.
‘Spread your legs and arch down so your cunt is presented for my use girl,’ Douglas commanded, kneeling down behind her.
Clare did as she was instructed, assuming a growingly familiar position with her legs spread wide, her head to the floor, and her back arched down, presenting her poor saturated pussy for use.
She heard Douglas drop to his knees and position himself between her spread calves, and then felt him take a bruising grip of her wide hips. She then felt the nudge of his cock glands against her gaping pussy lips.
‘Get your head and shoulders up and arch down as far as you can girl!’ Douglas instructed firmly and lustfully, as he again readjusted his kneeling position, pushing an inch or so of his cock inside Clare, and causing her to emit an involuntary cry.
Clare obeyed the instruction bringing up her head and shoulders so she looked directly at the door she had just come through. For all she knew Hannah and Jane were stood listening at the other side. She then arched down further, and in doing so involuntarily thrust out her butt and impaled herself a couple of inches on Douglas’s dick, causing him to emit a grunt of satisfaction. Clare then felt Douglas take a firmer grip on her hips and ram forward, impaling her fully on his cock; which as with the other directors was extremely large and clearly engorged by expandophal.
Clare came immediately, and shouted out a loud moan involuntarily with its intensity, which she knew that the secretaries must have heard even if they weren’t at the door. This knowledge made her feel even more humiliated, which made her even more aroused. And so within a couple of more thrusts of Douglas’s dick she came again.
For the next fifteen minutes Clare was taken aggressively before with a grunt Douglas rammed himself inside her to the balls and discharged his load deep inside her. Clare came again, and cried out another involuntary loud moan due to the intensity of it.
After spending a couple of minutes recovering Douglas stood and lent against his desk. He then instructed Clare to suck at him until he was hard again, which she spent the next ten minutes doing. During this time Douglas pulled down his pants and underpants and seated himself in his guest chair as Clare continued her work with helpless enthusiasm. When fully hard he ordered Clare to his lap to mount his cock there, and to slowly fuck herself on it.
She was then made to take herself slowly for the next 20 minutes, kissing and licking him continuously before receiving her second load inside her pussy. Again Douglas made sure he was deep inside her as he came, forcing her down on him to a full penetration.
‘That was truly excellent, Clare,’ Douglas said as they recovered. Both he and Clare then used Douglas’s on suite toilet to clean. As Clare returned and attempted to straighten herself up to leave Douglas was looking up at the time on his wall clock.
‘Well look at that, it’s only twenty past one. I was supposed to have you until half past. Lucky Gerry’s going to get you early.’ Douglas said walking over to stand closer to Clare before continuing. ‘You shouldn’t be so coy in front of Hannah and Jane, Clare. If you keep trying to pretend that you’re a respectable woman it will look suspicious. They don’t know about AA obviously, but like everyone else around here they know that you’re a slut.’
‘But ... I can’t help it,’ Clare said in exasperation at Douglas’s statement.
‘Oh, come come Clare what does that matter. It doesn’t make a difference to the way you behave or how much you enjoy it, let’s face it,’ Douglas said. ‘I know this might have been started by Graham’s use of Agent Aspect but surely it isn’t all to do with that is it? You enjoy being used, abused and humiliated. It’s obvious in the way you enjoy all of this.’
Clare wanted to say that she didn’t, and that what Douglas was saying was unfair, that it was all the Agent Aspect and her programming making her do these things and she didn’t enjoy them (though the fact that her programming made her enjoy them made it confusing). So she stepped forward angrily to do just that – but as her programming took this as close to repudiating sexual harassment instead she merely smiled politely and said, ‘Thank you.’
‘It’s quite alright Clare, I thought my insight was pretty obvious really, and quite obviously from their comments Hannah and Jane think so too. Now go out and tell Jane that I’ve finished using you for my sexual needs and ask her to tell Gerald that he can use you now. Use those exact words as well rather than being coy, it will be therapeutic for you.’
Clare’s eyes opened wide in shock and horror at this command. She couldn’t say that to Jane! It was unbearable. So instinctively Clare desperately tried to ask him not to because it would be too humiliating. But again, unfortunately her programming interpreted her desire to reject being humiliated as a challenge to sexual harassment. And so despite her horror and impotent anger Clare merely smiled and again politely said, ‘Thank you.’
‘That’s fine Clare,’ Douglas replied. ‘Now run along. Don’t forget to turn the sign to “available” on your way out.’
Clare tried to open her mouth to make a second attempt to plead with Douglas, however her legs obeyed the command regardless and she found herself turning around and teetering on her four inch heels to the door.
Clare hoped desperately as she opened the door that Jane might somehow be alone at least, and that she wouldn’t have to say what she had to in front of Hannah also. Unfortunately when she opened the door not only was Hannah there but the situation was even worse. Jane and Hannah were still seated in identical positions as though they hadn’t moved for the past hour, with Hannah at her desk and Jane sitting on it now painting her nails instead of filing them. However stood beside the two secretaries now talking intently to them was Hilary Hayes.
Helplessly compelled by her programming Clare left Douglas’s office, and as the three women turned to watch her she turned the sign on Douglas’s door to “available” from “do not disturb” as she closed it. She then walked over to Jane.
‘Well,’ Jane said to Clare, who stood before her red faced and appeared to Jane to shake slightly for some reason. ‘What do you want?’
Clare felt like she had never fought the compulsion of AA as much as that moment. She desperately did not want to say what she had been commanded to, and almost managed to refuse to for a whole five seconds. But then her mouth began to betray her and the words came out.
‘Douglas has finished using me for his sexual needs. You can inform Gerald that he can use me now.’ This was too much for Clare and her eyes half closed and she shook slightly and gasped as an orgasm overwhelmed her.
Jane looked at Clare for a moment with her mouth open in disbelief, before looking at Hannah who also had her mouth open. They then began to laugh hysterically. As they calmed Hilary stood beside the women tutted and spoke.
‘You know it’s not really funny girls. Women like this set back the course of feminism forty years. You’re disgusting, Clare, do you know that. You should be ashamed of yourself behaving so promiscuously and letting your sex drive get you so out of control. I should discipline you as head of HR for behaving in this way at work. If you want to behave like this in your own time that’s your business, but it’s embarrassing for decent women like us to have to witness it here.’ As she said this she looked to the two secretaries besides her, who both had looks of agreement and approval on their faces. ‘Doug and Gerrry are just men though and they are friends of mine, so I suppose they’re going to take what’s on a plate in front of them.’ She then sighed. ‘Keep this to yourselves girls. Just let me deal with her,’ she said pointing at Clare. ‘I’ll speak to Doug now. And I suppose you better do what this tramp says and call Gerry and tell him she’s ready for use. See you later.’ Hilary then walked in the direction of Douglas’s office and as she passed Clare on the way she gave her a wink that made Clare’s blood boil.
Jane reached for Hannah’s phone and typed in Gerry’s extension, not even bothering to move to her own desk.
‘Hi Gerry,’ Jane said in response to the answer of her boss. She then turned to look at Clare as she spoke. ‘The “lady” here says that Doug has finished using her for his sexual relief and it’s your turn to ... err ... “use” her. Shall I send her in?’ She then smiled as she listened to the answer. ‘Okay, I’ll tell her.’ She then replaced the receiver. ‘Gerry says you can go straight in for him to use, Clare. But be sure to remember to turn the door sign to “do not disturb” on the way. We wouldn’t want anyone accidentally to go interrupting Gerry’s fun now would we?’
Clare turned from the smiling secretaries and teetered as fast as her four inch heels would allow her to the door and into Gerald’s office, remembering to turn the sign on the way. Both were watching her with smiles and looks of contempt as she did. Again as she opened the door an entered she was on the brink of an orgasm through being so totally humiliated. She felt saturated from the mixture of Douglas’s come and her own arousal.
In itself this was in some ways very practical for Clare, as within seconds of entering the office she was again only in her stockings, suspenders and heels, with the practical design of her outer clothing allowing it to be quickly and efficiently torn from her. But this time at Gerald’s command she was told to lie on her back on his desk – with her stockinged legs and stilettos pointed at the ceiling and her saturated crotch on open view. She was then quickly and rudely impaled; by yet another overly large cock engorged on expandophal, and yet again in response Clare helplessly climaxed.
‘Wow, Clare. You are so hot and wet. Either this is all of Doug’s come or you are just one of the hottest sluts I’ve ever had the joy of using.’
Gerald fucked Clare roughly for a while, forcing her to yet another orgasm within seconds. He then paused and withdrew before attempting to push his cock against Clare’s small bottom hole, saturated with her juices along with her upper thighs and butt cheeks.
‘Pull up your legs as high as you can and spread as wide as you can Clare and spread your butt cheeks with your hands. There’s enough wetness here to get up your ass easy for sure,’ Gerald said.
Clare obeyed instantly, bringing her long legs up high, spreading them wide and splaying open her butt cheeks with her hands to reveal her ass hole more fully.
Gerald pushed his bloatedly large phallus against Clare’s ass hole, but as the two and a half inch girthed monster was such a tight fit for the little three quarter inch hole its attempted to invade it only succeeded in pushing Clare back on the desk.
‘Damn it!’ Gerald said, taking hold of Clare’s thighs and pulling her back to the edge. ‘Hold on to the edge of the table and hold yourself in place, girl, so I can force my way up your ass.’
Clare helplessly obeyed and as she looked down she saw the greying exec between her legs holding his dick straight, and with a look of the most intense lust start to lean his weight forward against his dick. Clare simultaneously felt the now familiar feeling of the giant cock forcing apart her sphincter to gain entry. Again this made her eyes water, but as much as she wanted to let go of the desk her programming forced her to hold tight and keep herself in place to aid the violation. At last with a grunt she saw and felt Gerald move forward as the sphincter spread wide enough and he was able to ram his cock home. Clare instantly again climaxed from the arousal forced on her by the indignity of it all.
For a good fifteen minutes Gerald then ass fucked Clare, grunting and panting with satisfaction and Clare’s ass making slurping and slapping sounds with each thrust. The feeling of her ass being continually invaded by the massive pulsing organ was something Clare could never have imagined up until that last three weeks, and the humiliating feeling of it caused her intense arousal.
Eventually Gerald’s movements became faster and more urgent, and then Clare felt the nine inch long cock sunk up her ass to the balls, before it swelled and she felt the hot rush of semen discharge inside her.
Gerald at last paused and withdrew panting and smiling with satisfaction. ‘Excellent Clare,’ he said as he got his breath back. Clare simply lay on the table feeling spent and used. ‘That was the best ass fuck I’ve ever had,’ he continued.
Clare slowly rose from the desk. Her ass was feeling quite sore from the aggressive fucking.
‘You’ve made quite a mess of my dick though Clare,’ Gerald said looking at his flaccid large cock, covered in a mixture of Clare juices and her shit. ‘Graham tells me you do a good job of cleaning a guy up nice after you’ve been ass fucked though. How about you get on your knees and show me girl. You can get me hard again as well while you do it.’
Clare was horrified. She remembered the indignity of having to do such a thing to Graham a couple of weeks before. It was a disgusting thing, but she only appreciated how disgusting the following morning as at the time she had been programmed to love him and love pleasing him. Now she was simply faced with the disgusting act itself. As a result Clare felt a sudden uncontrollable urge to tell Gerald she would do no such thing. And so interpreting this as repudiating sexual abuse her programming again for the third time that day compelled her to simply smile politely and say, ‘Thank you.’
‘It’s a pleasure Clare,’ Gerald said with a chuckle. ‘Now down to your knees girl. Get me nice and clean and then you can give me a nice slow careful blow job.’
Immediately Clare dropped to her knees at Gerald’s feet. Taking his soiled cock she then brought it to her mouth. She felt revulsion at the smell of her own poo but was compelled nevertheless to start to clean it, licking and sucking at it with her eyes closed and a look of disgust on her face at the taste of her shit. After five minutes the taste began to abate though as the cock got cleaner, and the cock also slowly began to harden again under her ministrations.
Clare then began the process of giving head, obeying her programming to look up at Gerald and give the best blowjob she could. Gerald had to slow her action a couple of times over the next twenty minutes as he enjoyed her now expert attentions. Clare was sure his moans must be audible through the door by the secretaries, but she was unable to do anything other than the best head she could.
Eventually after a good twenty minutes of work Gerald was brought to another climax. For the first time in the twenty minutes it had taken he took hold of Clare’s hair as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth quickly. In response Clare compliantly put her hands behind her back allowing him to have full control, and gazed up at him doe eyed as he brought himself off. At last with a grunt he froze with his cock rammed to the back of Clare’s mouth, and Clare felt the cock swell and discharge a good full load in her mouth with three vigorous spurts and accompanying grunts of satisfaction from Gerald.
Obediently Clare then suckled out the remainder of the come from the softening cock, before looking up at Gerald to display the copious load in her mouth. She then swallowed it obediently.
After a couple of minutes Gerald recovered, zipped himself up, and went and sat casually at his desk, leaving Clare knelt still only in her stockings, suspenders and heels.
‘That was great, Clare. And I finished early as well as Doug. You sure know how to satisfy a guy, I’ll tell you that. Come back the same time next week. I’ll confirm a two hour slot with Graham to borrow you. But I’m sure Graham will be agreeable, so you can tell Hannah and Jane to slot you in to our diaries for further use the same time next week on your way out. Now get yourself dressed. See you again gorgeous.’
After dressing Clare left the office, and found Hannah and Jane together again, this time on Hannah’s desk, with Jane sitting on it. Clare gulped, and then went over to them.
‘Yes? How might I help you now?’ Hannah said with an air of sarcasm. ‘Sounded like Gerry was having fun in there.’
‘Gerald has ... Gerald has asked if you can slot me in for further use by him and Douglas next week at the same time.’
Hannah and Jane looked at each other with contemptuous grins before turning to Clare.
‘You’re being very frank now Clare,’ Hannah said eventually, again with some irony as she found the page in her Gerry’s diary and wrote. ‘I’m surprised you were being so defensive earlier when you’re so frank about your behaviour now.’
Clare’s programming kicked in immediately before she could willingly speak, compelling her to not attempt in any way to communicate that anything in her behaviour was wrong or had changed. ‘I just was trying to protect Doug and Gerry,’ Clare said. ‘If I admitted what a slut I am and how much I like being used you two might have complained about my behaviour.’ Clare was like a witness to this statement rather than its speaker, and couldn’t believe what she was saying. Needless to say the humiliation of the statement ramped up her arousal level again.
‘You’re disgusting. What a tramp,’ the two secretaries replied almost as one.
The embarrassment of this aroused Clare still further. And once her appointment for next week was written in the two Directors’ diaries she quickly teetered out of the office – to go to the Ladies’ room to masturbate and relieve herself.
* * *
The introduction to Douglas and Gerald stood out to Clare over the six weeks as a particularly unpleasant experience; along with having to go back each week and face Hannah and Jane again of course. Needless to say Hilary didn’t do anything about her behaviour. The second unpleasant experience that stood out to Clare occurred in the week after her introduction to Douglas and Gerald. This too involved Hilary Hayes, however more directly.
On the Monday Clare and Angie were in the Ladies’ toilets on the tenth floor fixing their makeup. The Ladies’ was now one of the few places where they could escape for brief periods of rest, but even there they had been told by Graham and Keith to spend no more than two ten minutes periods maximum each day to ensure they didn’t use it as a hideaway. As they both faced the mirrors side by side looking at their makeup to ensure that their garish lipstick was applied suitably thickly Angie was speaking.
‘So Garcy spotted me in the ninth floor front photocopier room and comes in grinning away. And of course I felt sick as you can imagine. But once he came in I had to go over and close and lock the door. When I walked back he went straight for my tits. And after rubbing them for a bit he bent me over the chair and had me from behind. Then he just made a date with me and left. It was horrible Clare, just horrible. I hate doing photocopier time. There’s guys in and out now like it’s a toilet cubicle or something. I even had Hilary Hayes come in and molest me the other day.’
‘Now I do feel sorry for you Anj. I think I would sooner Garcy molest me than that disgusting witch come within a hundred yards of me.’
As Clare said this there was a sound of a toilet flushing and a cubicle door behind them opened. Both girls saw in the mirror in the cubicle the familiar form of Hilary Hayes.
‘Errr ... I think I need to be going now,’ Angie said looking like she was about to wet herself. ‘Keith said I should go straight back to him.’
With that she teetered out of the Ladies’ as quickly as her four inch stilettos would carry her.
Hilary walked casually over to where Clare stood. Clare’s stomach had sunk as soon as she had seen Hilary, as she knew she must have overheard her comments.
‘So you think I’m a “disgusting witch” do you,’ Hilary said coldly.
‘No. I ... I ... I didn’t mean ...’
Before Clare could continued Hilary interrupted her, ‘Follow me and don’t say another word.’ She then led Clare out of the Ladies, to the elevator and down to the second floor. She paced quickly with Clare teetering after her to her office, passing Derek, who seeing Clare smiled and winked at her knowingly.
‘Hold all my calls Derek,’ Hilary said as she passed. As she opened her office door she turned the slide on it to “do not disturb” and then entered holding it open for Clare to follow. She then shut it behind them.
Hilary paused at her desk and faced Clare. ‘Over here slut. Stand in front of me,’ she commanded.
Clare hated the way Hilary treated her particularly, probably because she was also a woman. As she teetered over on her heels and stood as instructed, the feeling of hatred towards Hilary grew still further.
‘Do you really think I’m a disgusting witch Clare? And I’ll have an honest answer if you please,’ Hilary said.
‘Yes,’ Clare answered, with the anger from her hatred uncontrollably evident in her voice and her normal fear and reluctance temporarily forgotten.
CLAP!
Hilary almost instantly slapped Clare squarely on the face bouncing Clare’s head to the right.
Instantly, forgetting her situation, forgetting everything, Clare lunged with her hands to claw Hilary and slap her back.
‘Freeze!’ Hilary almost shouted seeing the clawed left hand coming towards her and a right hovering to slap her. For an instant Hilary’s face was and image of fear that Clare had somehow broken free from the AA and the requirement to obey all board members’ commands. Hilary was a good five inches smaller in height then Clare, and this was increased by Clare’s heels, so Clare attacking her was something she clearly didn’t welcome. However seeing Clare now frozen in position and shaking as she uselessly fought the compulsion to do so Hilary’s face changed from a look of fear to once again one of confident arrogance. A cruel smile then also curled on her lips.
Clare fought with all her might and fury the demand to freeze to somehow hit back at Hilary, but she remained frozen in position despite her best efforts. And as she struggled with all her might Hilary then again spoke.
‘Put your hands to your sides and stand to attention like a soldier. Lift your chin up slightly as well,’ Clare instantly did as commanded, still shaking as she fought the compulsion.
‘Good,’ Hilary continued. ‘Now keep looking straight forward at me and don’t move.’
Clare obediently looked straight forward, unable to do anything else as a result of Hilary’s command, but still shaking as she fought the compulsion with all her might.
CLAP!
Hilary slapped Clare again on the same spot and Clare’s head bounced to the right before returning to face forward obediently. This time though Clare did not move.
‘That was for trying to defend yourself,’ Hilary said.
CLAP!
Hilary this time slapped Clare’s right cheek causing her head to bounce to the left. Clare again simply turned to face forward.
‘And that was for insulting me,’ Hilary continued. She then took as step closer to Clare and raised both her hands, holding them out flat around a foot away from either side of Clare’s face.
‘... And this is just for fun. Say “thank you Ms Hayes” when I finish.’
Hilary then began slapping Clare’s face in a systematic way. A rhythmic “CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!” noise filled the room, as Clare’s head bounced from side to side under Hilary’s right, left, right, left pattern of slaps.
Clare shook as she fought uselessly with impotent anger to move out of position. She noticed Hilary observe this and her cruel smile appeared to increase with the realisation of Clare’s useless struggles. Hilary continued slapping Clare, and Clare remained stood motionless with her chin up facing forward to take the slapping with helpless obedience for a good minute. The rhythmic CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! sound continued, before after around the thirtieth slap Hilary paused – so Clare, rosy cheeked, politely said,
‘Thank you Ms Hayes.’
‘It was a pleasure,’ Hilary answered ironically. ‘So much so that I might do it again. In fact from now on if you hear the command “slapping position” I want you to automatically assume this position so you can be slapped.’
Hilary then began stroking her chin thoughtfully before continuing. ‘Now that was the first half of your punishment I think. I bet you’re regretting thinking such things about me already.’
Clare was not. She felt like she utterly hated Hilary. Having to take a slapping like that was horrible. But to make matters worse Clare had found the experience unbelievably humiliating; and so was now on the brink of an orgasm. She was glad that the slapping had stopped when it did. A few more slaps and Clare would have come.
Hilary continued stroking her chin with an evil smile on her face. ‘And for the second half of your punishment I think I will give you a task which will aid your slutty behaviour Clare. I want you to go into the sex shop were you bought your vibrator on your way home tonight and I want you to ask the proprietor for his Anal Assister kit. You will take it home and use it each night this week after your dates have gone home to open up your ass hole for easier use. As I understand it from what I read on the internet the kit has several different sized dildos starting with a one inch girth and finishing at a full four inch diameter butt plug. When I saw it I instantly thought of you.
‘When your date has gone home each night this week you will sit on the edge of your bed naked. You will lift your legs up in the air above your head and spread them and then ram the biggest dildo you can manage that night up your ass. Make sure you get it all in, and then pump it in and out of your ass and masturbate yourself to three orgasms whilst you do it. You can’t stop until you have achieved three orgasms. Once you have you can pull it out. You will then lick the dildo clean and whilst doing so you will repeat continuously, “I must be respectful to Hilary Hayes”. Make sure that you look over the dildo and have ensured it is spotless before you finish. You can then go to bed. Make sure that by Friday you’re getting the butt plug up there. Is that clear Clare?’
Clare was stood with a horrified look on her face, still stood to attention like a soldier, her cheeks rosy red like a farm girl. ‘Yes Ms Hayes,’ she coughed out, her anger and hatred now replaced by simply fear and horror.
‘Good,’ Hilary said with an air of perverse satisfaction. ‘Now kneel down. You’ve got me all horny, and I think I might as well put you to some use myself whilst you’re here.’
Clare immediately knelt down.
‘Lean back and rest on your hands and look directly up at the ceiling,’ Hilary said. As Hilary said this she dropped her skirt, and panties. She then walked forward straddling Clare with her legs either side of her until her crotch was over Clare’s upturned face. ‘My, your face is warm Clare,’ Hilary said as she settled her cunt down onto it. ‘Now eat my pussy nicely girl, and show some enthusiasm. Make sure that you do the best job you can.’
Instantly Clare began eating Hilary’s pussy, licking her out enthusiastically. Within a couple of minutes Hilary was brought to a shuddering orgasm, grabbing hold of Clare’s main of hair to force her face ever more tightly against herself as she climaxed. Clare also helplessly then climaxed, having been on the brink for some minutes due to the utter humiliation of her treatment.
‘Excellent,’ Hilary said walking back to pick up her skirt. ‘You can get up and go now Clare. Hopefully that will teach you to show some respect to your betters.’
Clare rose, her face and rosy cheeks covered in Hilary’s pussy juice.
‘You’d better wipe your face with some tissues before you leave though Clare,’ Hilary said in a half amused tone. ‘You know you should be thanking me really. A good slapping and a pussy juice facial has probably done your complexion the world of good.’
* * *
All that week after fucking her dates Clare went off to her room to use her Anal Assister kit. It got more difficult as the week progressed and the dildos she had to force up her ass became ever bigger, despite the use of copious lubrication. By Friday she lay on her bed, eyes watering, as she rammed the four inch diameter butt plug up her ass. With some effort it eventually went in, however she was then stuck with it there for an hour as she desperately tried to bring herself to three orgasms.
The worst part of the process each day was afterwards though. Clare licked the dildos clean with helpless enthusiasm despite the revulsion she felt, repeating as she did so that she must be respectful to Hilary Hayes. Needless to say she examined them to ensure that they were spotless each time as instructed. And by Friday she almost believed that she must be respectful to Hilary, as the effects of the phrase like a mantra echoed around her brain.
* * *
These two experiences were by far the worst of the last six weeks before her vacation was due. Everything else paled in comparison. Right up until the last Friday before her vacation she still did not believe that Graham was going to allow her the time off though. But as the Friday finally arrived to Clare’s great surprise and satisfaction Graham did not stop her.
At first she thought that it may be that he was being his usual malicious self and was waiting until the last minute of the Friday to cancel it. But he didn’t. In fact after he had called her in for his daily blowjob that Friday instead he said something Clare she did not expect.
‘You’re on your vacation for the next two weeks aren’t you Clare,’ he said as he zipped up his flies and Clare got up from her knees.
‘Err ... yes,’ Clare said her heart leaping in pleasant surprise at the implication of this comment.
‘Going to visit the folks are you?’ he said as though passing the time with a normal employee.
‘Yes. I was intending to visit my parents at their home,’ Clare replied, expecting his refusal to be coming any time now.
‘Your parents are quite well off aren’t they? Father owns Garner Real-estate doesn’t he?’ Graham replied.
‘Yes,’ Clare said sounding surprised, forgetting Graham’s extensive knowledge of her.
‘Sounds like it should be a great break for you,’ Graham said.
Clare was silent for a short time taking this in. He was going to allow her to have her vacation. My god he was really going to allow her to.
‘I’ll have to suspend a couple of your commands though of course,’ Graham continued. ‘During your vacation you do not have to dress sluttily all the time or show interest in guys that look at you. How about that Clare?’ Graham said.
Clare could not believe it. If he was going to allow her a vacation this made sense though, as her parents would for sure notice a change in her behaviour if she behaved and dressed like a slut at home. She was thinking she would have to be locking herself in her room for much of the time. Now she would be able to be herself again. ‘That’s really great!’ Clare replied with uncontrollable enthusiasm.
‘The only other thing I want to say though is about your servants,’ Graham continued.
Clare’s ears pricked up at this. So there was a catch.
‘I want you to obey any and all commands given to you by your parents’ house servants. I know from my records that you used to be a little rough with them before you left home, and got one of them into trouble I believe. Well hopefully this command should make sure you’re a little wary of ill treating them too much. Oh, and if you do end up obeying their commands and they’re puzzled as to why, you are to explain my programming of you in thorough detail, though you are to say that it was done by an evil hypnotist rather than by me and Agent Aspect. Understood?’
Clare was puzzled by this. It all sounded a little fishy. But she had looked forward to her vacation for all these weeks, and as long as she was careful there wouldn’t be a problem. There was no way her Mom and Dad’s house servants would dare try to give her a command, so there was no danger of her little weakness being discovered. Yes, if she played her cards right she could have two weeks of being herself again. And if that worked, well perhaps she my find a way to free herself.
‘Yes, I understand perfectly,’ Clare replied with a smile.
>> more to come