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Collected by djian
F+/f, nc, humil, D/s
The Boss ...Part One Maryanne was determined to show him that she could make it on her Michele complied and looked across the desk to meet her boss's
Maryanne Whitaker strode confidently into the main office. She
looked around at the staff assembled there and smiled inwardly. She
could sense that they all feared her, and with good reason. She was
the boss...
She had started this company over eight years ago and had built
it into a multi-million dollar import/export business. She had
hired every person in the room, paid them very well, and didn't
have the slightest hesitation to fire any one of them, and she made
sure they knew it.
Her presence alone was enough to inspire awe and fear. She stood
5'9" tall, but with her heels on she was just over 6 feet. She was
45 years old and dressed in slacks, blouse, and a double-breasted
jacket. In addition she wore a scarf around her neck, expensive
jewelry on her fingers and a diamond brooch on her lapel. Her hair
was black and pulled into a small bun at the back of her head...
Maryanne had not always been the boss. Ten years ago she was
married and worked as her husband's secretary. Their marriage had
slowly gone sour and they eventually divorced. After dividing up
the community property and paying legal fees, she walked away with
about $35,000 and her clothes. Her ex-husband told her that she'd
better spend it slowly because she'd be living in a shelter or
selling her ass on the streets when that was gone.
own. She'd show ALL of them, dammit! And she did. She risked the
entire $35,000 to start up her own import/export business. That's
what her husband's business had been and she had learned enough to
know how to make it work.
She set a goal of making her first million before she was 40. She
beat that by one year. At 45, she was worth over three million
dollars and had a thriving business with a dozen employees. Her
husband was the most surprised at her accomplishments, and also
bitter. He had fallen on hard times about five years ago and his
business went under. He was now working for someone else and living
in an apartment with his girlfriend, who was a cocktail waitress.
Maryanne's eyes fell sharply on Michele's lithe young form. She
despised that cunt for her youth and good looks and only kept her
around because she enjoyed bossing her around.
"Michele. I'd like to see you in my office."
Michele sighed and shook her head very slightly, but immediately
got up and followed the older woman into her office. When she
arrived Maryanne was already seated behind her large polished desk.
"Please shut the door and sit down."
eyes. Maryanne seemed almost amused as she began to speak:
"Michele, I thought that after our last little talk you'd show an
improvement here at work. I can see that our conversation has had
very little effect on you."
"What! I don't know what you mean. I've been working hard every
day. I'm on time every day and I do my job well."
"That's just the point! You do your job. That's all it is to you.
I pay you damn good money and I want to see HUSTLE, not just doing
your job."
"Come off it, Maryanne. Everyone else out there is scared
shitless of you, but not me. I make that office run efficiently.
You know that. Without me you'd be working a 16 hour day."
Maryanne looked shocked at the younger woman's impertinence.
"Don't you dare spout off like that to me! I can replace you in a
day, and at half the salary. I should fire you for your
insubordination. Another word and I will!"
Michele bit her lip but continued to meet the older woman's
stare. Neither would blink. Finally Michele looked down and sighed.
Maryanne had won again.
"That's better" she smiled smugly. "I have a special little job
for you, Michele. Think of it as your last chance to prove yourself
to me because, I swear, the next time you get me mad you're
history!"
Michele fidgeted a bit and continued looking at her hands in her
lap.
"I want you to go through every single file in this office,
revamp the filing system so that every order can be called up by
name OR by date OR by commodity. I'm talking about every file in
this office and that, my dear, goes back eight years."
Michele looked shocked as the monumental size of the task set in.
"And..." Maryanne continued. "I need it done by Monday
morning..."
Michele gasped. It was already Friday afternoon!
"... or you're fired. Do you understand me?"
"You can't do that. That'll take the entire weekend and I told
you over a week ago that I had important plans for Saturday night."
"That's just tough. I don't give a shit about your plans. You've
been an impertinent little snot and this job is punishment. That's
right, I said PUNISHMENT! If you're going to act like a little snot
then that's how you're going to get treated from now on. Now it's
up to you how you spend your weekend, I don't really care, but if
the work isn't done by 8:00am Monday morning, you're fired!"
Michele was livid, but she held it in. That bitch KNEW she had
plans to go to a play in the city on Saturday. She had sent away
for the tickets over THREE MONTHS ago! She thought seriously about
telling Maryanne what she could do with her job but instead she got
up and walked out the door. Her co-workers could see how upset she
was but she made it clear that she didn't want to talk about it.
At 4:45 Maryanne walked out into the main office with her leather
briefcase.
"Have a good weekend all. I've got to be going. Got a big weekend
planned. See you all Monday morning!"
Michele gave the finger to Maryanne's retreating back and
muttered `bitch' under her breath after the door had closed.
Fifteen minutes later the rest of the staff began filing out,
leaving Michele alone.
She sighed, shook her head, and began to get to work...
Three hours later she paused for a bite to eat. She had just
gotten through the tip of the iceberg and she knew she'd be lucky
to finish by Monday even if she slept at the office both nights.
After her break she got back to work. She was trying to assemble
all of the files into one location and was now in Maryanne's
office, going through her credenza. On an impulse she decided to
open the center drawer to Maryanne's desk and rummage around. The
usual shit was there.
In a sudden outburst of anger she yanked the drawer completely
out, spilling the contents all over the floor. After she had calmed
down she knelt down and started to try to get the drawer back into
the desk. It was then that she felt the keybox...
It was glued underneath the desk, above where the drawer slid in
and out. It could not be seen or felt unless someone knew where to
look. She popped open the latch and a small key fell into her hand.
Michele stared at the key for a full minute, then got up and
decided she had some more looking around to do.
It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. She was
prepared to spend the night searching the office if she had to, but
she lucked out and found a hidden nook behind the large picture on
the wall near the bookcase. She held her breath and inserted the
key. It fit! She turned the key and pulled the heavy door open. It
was that simple.
Michele didn't know what to expect: jewelry, cash, stock
certificates. What she found was books...
For the next hour Michele poured over the books. This was
incredible! It was all documented right there before her. Maryanne
had grown her import/export business so quickly because she had on
occasion used her contacts to smuggle cocaine into the country!
It was all there.... names, dates, amounts. It was incredible.
She hadn't done business with them in over two years, but the
information was all there down to the last detail. There was enough
evidence there to put several highly placed Colombian-Americans in
Federal prison for life! And her along with them!
Michele looked up from the books and a large smile began to
spread across her face. She finished putting the center drawer back
in the desk then sat down in the large chair and began to formulate
her plan. It was going to be a long weekend after all, but she
wouldn't be doing any filing. Fuck the play. She had less than 60
hours to get her plan together...
On Monday morning the staff slowly began arriving at work. At
8:10 Maryanne walked in, dressed as usual in her slacks and jacket
and carrying her brieface.
She glanced around the room and when she didn't see Michele she
sighed and stormed into her office. She was shocked to see Michele
sitting in her large chair with her feet up and crossed on her oak
desk. There were loose files carelessly stacked on the floor and a
small cart against the wall.
"What's the meaning of this? Get your feet off my desk!"
Michele just smirked, then uncrossed her legs and deliberately
recrossed them with the lower one on top. She held a manila
envelope in her hand and carelessly tossed it towards her enraged
boss. It landed on the floor at her feet.
"Pick it up, bitch. I think you'll find it interesting reading.
I certainly did."
Maryanne was livid with rage but she stooped down to pick up the
envelope, leaning her briefcase against a chair as she got up. She
glanced at Michele, who was still smiling at her, then tore open
the envelope. As soon as she saw the documents her face paled and
she gasped.
"Where did you get these?" she asked quietly, not looking up.
"Right where you left them, bitch. You'll notice they're
photocopies. I have the originals hidden away real well. I also had
several other copies made."
"This is dangerous stuff you're playing with, kid." the older
woman said menacingly.
"Oh, don't you worry your raggedy old ass over me, bitch. If
anything happens to me, anything at all, I have more than one
friend who has instructions to drop her folder into the mailbox.
It'll find its way to the DEA and you're toast. Literally toast."
"I've also prepared copies which will be sent to your Colombian
friends. They'll be real interested to know that you kept such
meticulous records of their transactions. The note I added explains
that you're using the info to turn state's evidence and save your
own ass. They won't like that at all... no, no.... not at all."
She chuckled, then continued: "They'll find you, bitch. There's
no place you can hide, and when they do they'll kill you slowly. I
read about how they killed their last informer. She was a cunt just
like you. They took her away to a secluded house in the country.
The book said that they kept her there for over a month, killing
her a little at a time. Every week they'd cut off an arm, then a
leg. After four weeks she was just a torso with four stumps and a
head. They tied a rope in her hair and hung her naked in the garden
for a week. Each day they tortured her helpless torso. They snipped
off her clit and fried her ass. They had great fun watching her
bounce her ass up and down on the hot plate. On and off. On and
off, all day long. The next day they hooked her twat up to a car
battery and watched her bounce around like a puppet on the end of
a string. They covered her with shit and let flies swarm and crawl
over her for two days while they laughed. The day after that they
finally killed her."
Maryanne's face was white as a ghost. Her mouth was open and her
lips were completely dry.
"W-what do you want?" she stammered, beaten.
"Everything" replied Michele, then began to laugh.
"The only thing that's keeping you alive right now is my desire
to humiliate you for being such a bitch. If you don't obey me in
every respect, or when I just get tired of you, the envelopes go in
the mail. Got that, twat?"
Maryanne just shook her head, defeated. There were tears in her
eyes.
"I said, got that twat?" Michele repeated louder and more
menacingly.
"Yes"
"No, twat. It's yes `Mistress'. You got that?"
"Y-yes, M-mistress..."
Michele stuck her tongue in her cheek mischievously and looked up
and down Maryanne's form. Maryanne had her `bitch' clothes on -
high heels and power suit. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun.
This was going to be fun...
"Strip, twat. Take off everything."
"B-but, the others are just outside!" Maryanne panicked.
"Don't worry about them. Just worry about me. Strip! Now!"
Maryanne slowly took off her scarf and jacket, then began
unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. She pulled it off and stood
there in her bra and slacks.
"Hurry up!" Michele told her, exasperated. I'm gonna whip your
ass if you make me have to tell you to hurry one more time."
Michele actually enjoyed watching the older woman fumble as she
undressed. She could see how much it was embarrassing her and she
thrilled in watching her as she unzipped her slacks and pushed them
down. She had to step out of her shoes, then she pulled the slacks
off her ankles and stood straight again.. Maryanne reached behind
herself and released the catch on her bra. She let it drop to the
floor revealing a fairly nice set of tits. Not bad for a 45 year
old cunt. A little saggy, but not much. The aureoles were large and
brown. There were a few freckles on her chest.
Maryanne looked at Michele for mercy, but when she found the
younger woman staring menacingly at her she hooked her thumbs into
her pantyhose and began pulling them down. She bent over and pushed
them down to her feet, then pulled them completely off.
Without her heels on she was about Michele's height as she stood
there now in just her white panties. She gulped, then grabbed the
waistband and tugged them down. When she stepped out of them she
was left standing there completely naked with one hand over her
bush and the other vainly trying to cover her breasts.
"Don't get bashful with me, twat. Put your hands on top of your
head. Wait a minute. Take those rings off, too. Give them to me.
Now put your hands on your head."
Maryanne's body was actually in pretty good shape for her age.
Her two nights a week doing aerobics had certainly helped to keep
her toned but she still looked like she could lose about 10 pounds.
All in all, though, not bad.
Unlike her jet-black hair, her bush had a little gray mixed in
with it. No problem, Michele planned to shave her pussy and keep it
that way.
"Get down on the floor, twat. On your hands and knees, like a
real bitch."
Maryanne got down and knelt there. She couldn't look up at the
gloating young woman but she could hear her chuckling."
"Look at me, twat. From now on, that's your name. twat. No,
`smelly twat', that's better. You got it? What's your name?"
"smelly twat"
Michele took a step forward and slapped her face hard.
"What did you say?!"
"smelly twat.... err... smelly twat, Mistress."
"That's better."
Michele walked over and grabbed one of the bent wood straight
back chairs that was against the wall. She put it right in the
middle of the office and sat down on it.
"Come here, smelly twat. Lay down across my lap. I'm going to
give you a spanking..."
Maryanne gasped but crawled forward, then got up and laid down
across Muchele's lap. Her hands touched the floor on one side and
her legs stuck out straight on the other.
Michele took great pleasure in rubbing and molding her white
asscheeks. She pinched them and laughed as she saw Maryanne jump
and gasp. Finally she lifted her hand into the air and brought it
down with a loud slap.
Maryanne let out a startled yelp of pain. There was a red
handprint on her left asscheek. In spite of the aerobics, 45 years
has to add at least a tiny bit of cellulite and her ass jiggled a
little over the younger girl's lap. Laughing, Michele raised her
hand back up and continued raining down blow after blow on the
doomed posterior.
The sounds of the spanking could be clearly heard in the main
office. The rest of the workers glanced at each other and crowded
near the door. Bill tentatively opened the door just to make sure
that nothing was seriously wrong and his jaw hung open as he saw
his boss squirming naked across the lap of Michele.
The rest of the workers crowded in the doorway. Some were
shocked, some were smiling. A couple even laughed.
"Come on in. I want you to meet someone."
Everyone began crowding into the office. Michele hadn't let up on
the spanking one bit. In fact she seemed to be slapping even harder
as she enjoyed the helpless squirmings of her bitch boss.
"I want you all to meet `smelly twat'. Say hello to the nice
people, smelly twat."
Maryanne sobbed and managed to choke out a "hello" in between
slaps.
I want you all to know that there's going to be some changes
around here. From now on, I'm running the show. Bill, you're my
assistant. Smelly twat is here for one reason and one reason only.
To be punished.
There was a gasp from the crowd at this, and some more giggling.
The men looked on with watering mouths. Maryanne was completely
naked and draped over the lap of the fully dressed Michele. Her
jiggling ass was being spanked to a bright shade of red while the
clothes she had worn into the office just a short while ago were
piled up on the floor near her briefcase. Her breasts flopped over
the other side of Michele's legs and wobbled obscenely as she
wiggled to try to get her ass away from the punishing slaps.
On and on, the spanking continued. Each blow resounding through
the room. Maryanne was wailing and sobbing. She began begging for
Michele to stop. A few of the others in the office began clapping
in time with the spanks. Some whistled. They all jeered.
After at least 50 hard spanks Michele stopped. Maryanne was
squirming around and crying. Michele pushed her to the floor.
"Stop that sniveling, this instant!"
Maryanne tried to stop but she was hyperventilating. Tears
streamed down her face. She held her poor ass in both her hands and
rubbed it, trying to ease the burning.
While she was trying to regain her composure, Michele took a
handful of papers and dropped them on the floor next to her.
"I've got stuff for you to sign, smelly twat. I've had papers
drawn up giving sole ownership of the company to me. You relinquish
all rights and claims by signing these papers. Do it!"
Maryanne hesitated just a minute, but she knew she had absolutely
no choice. She took the pen that was handed to her and signed the
papers turning the company over to Michele.
"Bob, you're a Notary. Notarize these signatures, please."
"My pleasure, Michele. Or should I say, boss?"
"`Michele' is just fine, but from now on I AM the boss..." She
looked down at Maryanne and smirked.
"Very good, smelly twat, but we're not through here yet. In your
firebox I found the deed to your house, the title to your car, your
stock portfolio and your savings accounts. I want them ALL signed
over to me, right now!"
Maryanne wiped tears away from her eyes with her left hand as her
right hand signed away everything that she owned to Michele.
Everything that she'd worked so hard for. She was left, literally,
with nothing.
While she was signing the papers and Bob was notorizing them,
Michele took scissors and began cutting all of Maryanne's clothes
into small pieces, then tossed them into a wastebasket.
"Very good, bitch. I now own your company, your house, your
savings and your car. You don't even own the clothes on your back.
You have nothing!" she gloated at the naked woman at her feet.
"Here, I've got something for you to wear..." Michele produced a
dog collar and fastened it around Maryanne's neck.
"That's the only piece of clothing you will ever wear, from now
on. Say `Thank you Mistress'".
"T-thank you, M-mistress"
"Good!" Now I want you to crawl around here in front of your
former employees. Wiggle your ass and bark like the bitch you are.
Go on, do it!"
There were gasps and bursts of laughter as Maryanne began
crawling around on the floor. She paused to put her head down and
wiggle her ass, then said `woof! woof!' as she shivered in shame.
While she was occupied doing this Michele was busy rolling out
the small cart that was against the wall. She had got a cart and
modified it over the weekend by attaching clamps and eyebolts to
the edges. The cart was metal and had four casters. The top was
flat and it stood about 30 inches high.
"Enough, bitch." She patted the top of the cart with her hand.
"Climb up here and lie down on your back."
Maryanne hesitantly stood up. She looked around at all of the
laughing eyes in the room, then she turned around and rested her
rump on the edge of the cart. She steadied herself with her hands
and leaned back till she lay prone on top of the cold metal cart.
Her legs dangled over the edge and she fidgeted to get comfortable.
"Don't worry about that. Move back down a bit. Let your ass hang
over the edge too, It'll only be for a minute."
Michele took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Maryanne's
wrists. She pulled them over her head and attached them to an
eyebolt on the edge of the cart so that her arms were fastened down
above her head. She then took a leather cuff with a D-ring and
placed it around Maryanne's left ankle. She pulled her ankle
straight up into the air, then back towards the head of the cart.
She pushed down till her knee was touching the top of the cart
beside her head and fastened the cuff to the corner of the cart.
Likewise she took another cuff and fastened her right ankle the
same way, attaching it to the other corner of the cart. The
aerobics had helped keep her flexible enough to bend her almost
double.
By tying her arms and legs back like that, Maryanne found herself
resting on the upper part of her back and shoulders. Her ass was
lifted straight up into the air. With her legs fastened wide apart
on either side of her, her reddened ass was the topmost part of her
body. Her asshole winked out at the crowd with a curved asscheek on
either side. Her cunt was just below it pointing slightly towards
Maryanne's head. Both were completely exposed for everyone to see
in extreme detail.
"P-please! Don't d-do this to me!" Maryanne begged. "Have a
little decency. Please!"
"Shut up, cunt. The only sounds I want to hear out of that slit
in your face are moans. Start moaning. Like you were in the throes
of deep orgasm!" Michele lauhed and a couple of the office girls
giggled. She slapped Maryanne's upturned ass hard "I said let's go!
Now, bitch!"
Maryanne began moaning as she sobbed. She tried moving around a
little in her confinement but it did nothing more than wiggle her
ass some more. While she was doing this Michele got some scissors
and began trimming back her pubic bush. When Maryanne paused and
gasped at what was happening Michele slapped her again on her
helpless ass, leaving a dark handprint on the already pink
assflesh.
"Don't stop. They love it! Don't you guys?"
"Yeah! Sure! The bitch is getting what she deserves!..."
Maryanne didn't have a single supporter in the room. On the
contrary, they all seemed to revel in her debasement.
Michele finished trimming then took a razor and some cream. She
quickly scraped away every hair from around Maryanne's cunt, even
taking the time to get at the little hairs in the gully of her ass.
When she was finished she invited each of the employees to feel
Maryanne's ass and smooth cunt. The men jumped at the chance! Even
the women obliged and Michele noticed with satisfaction that it was
the women who were more inclined to pinch her cunt lips cruelly or
give little slaps to her already red ass. Maryanne had been worse
to the women in her office and now they were getting their revenge!
"Well now, smelly twat, you look pretty good up there! That's
where you belong and, by God, that's where you're going to stay!
Just like that, all day, every day. We'll let you down at lunchtime
for a short while but then it's right back up on the cart again. On
display for everybody to see!"
"Sandi, I've got a special assignment for you."
Sandi was the youngest girl in the office. She tore her eyes away
from the naked form before her to look at Michele.
"Smelly twat is going to be spending every night in this office.
Every morning from now on, after everyone's arrived, I want you to
make sure she's all cleaned up. You will unfasten her from the
table. You will clip this leash on her and make her crawl into the
bathroom. You will supervise her as she goes to the bathroom and
make sure she cleans herself. You will also make sure that she
shaves her pussy and ass each morning. I don't want to find any
stubble when I spank her. You got that?"
"Uh... I guess...."
"Don't guess. Do it! You wouldn't want to trade places with
smelly twat, would you?"
Sandi gasped. She looked back at her former boss on the cart and
shuddered! How could Maryanne bear the incredible shame of being
bound that way for all to see? On display to everybody! Spanked and
tied with her reddened ass up in the air! No, Sandi didn't want to
wind up like that. She could never bear the shame...
"Ummm. Yes. I'll do it. I don't mind coming in early."
"Good."
Michele had been lightly rubbing Maryanne's ass while she spoke.
Now she took her middle finger and slowly inserted it into
Maryanne's gaping asshole.
"Unnnnghhh!" Maryanne moaned and twisted.
"That's what I like to hear! You're going to be kept tied like
this all day, every day, but you're not going to be bored! You're
going to be kept squirming like this all day long!" Michele slowly
pulled her finger out, then slapped her ass twice. She then
reinserted her finger and began jiggling it up and down, just a
little.
"We're gonna do this in shifts. Every hour someone's going to
have the responsibility for teasing you up. You'll be kept ever so
close to orgasm. When you get too close we'll stop and watch you
wiggle for a while. Then it's back up to the edge! To make things
even more interesting I bought you a little friend."
Michele took out a large vibrating dildo. She teased it around
Maryanne's clit a bit then inserted it in her gaping cunt. She
stuffed it in as far as it would go, then switched it on. The
buzzing made Maryanne start to buck in her bonds. She groaned and
couldn't help thrashing her head from side to side and moaning. It
went for a minute, then turned off.
"There's a timer built into this vibrator. It stays on for a
minute, then off for three, back on for a minute, off for three...
It'll cycle like that forever or until the batteries wear out.
Another one of Sandi's chores will be to put fresh batteries into
the vibrator every morning.
Just then the vibrator clicked on again and they all watched and
laughed as Maryanne began moaning and bucking again. Just as
before, it shut off after a minute. Maryanne was left sweating and
whimpering. It was amazing but they could actually see the
sphincter of her asshole opening and closing as if it were gulping
for air! Poor Maryanne! Was it really only an hour ago that she had
walked into the office so imperiously, looking to ream out Michele?
At that time she was the boss, a millionaire, with the whole world
in her hand... <click!> the vibrator turned back on again and the
moans were like music to Michele's ears!
Part 2
Michele took a small placard she had made and attached it to the
side of the cart. It read: "Our Founder". True to Michele's
promises, Maryanne was kept like that all day long. Most of the men
and, surprisingly, even a few of the women volunteered to take
shifts teasing Maryanne's ass. While the rest of the office went
back to work the person on duty stood beside the squirming nude
body of their former boss and worked her to the edge, over and over
and over. They'd insert their finger into her asshole and jiggle it
around, laughing as the hapless woman squirmed and begged for
relief. When it looked like she was close to orgasm they'd withdraw
and watch her continue to wiggle. Every three minutes the vibrator
would turn on and she'd really start to move around. On several
occasions they had to remove the dildo from her or she would surely
have cum. They pinched and pulled her nipples until she finally
calmed down, then re-inserted the vibrator and started all over
again. Every hour Michele, who had taken over the office as her
own, got up and gave Maryanne a dozen hard spanks to each cheek of
her ass. This was, she explained, to keep them rosie because `You
never know who'll stop by' and she wanted Maryanne to always have
that `freshly spanked' look.
At noontime they untied her and Sandi led her, on her hands and
knees, into the bathroom. When they returned, Michele put a bowl of
food and a bowl of water on the floor. Maryanne had to kneel on all
fours and eat and drink without using her hands. When she was
finished she was tied back on the cart exactly as she had been
before.
All afternoon the rest of the office could hear her moaning and
begging loudly in the next room. There were sly winks and giggles
as they heard her PLEADING to be allowed to cum. But it was not to
be...
At 4:45 nobody wanted to go home. At exactly 5:00 they heard a
strange scuffing in the hallway. To everyone's shock a man in a
guard's uniform came in pulling a large German Shepherd by its
leash. Michele greeted him warmly.
"Thanks for coming, Ted. I see Bruno is ready for guard duty.
Everyone will have to go home now. In a few minutes Ted is going to
turn Bruno loose. When we go home, Bruno will be able to roam the
office freely, protecting it from intruders.
There were a few knowing gasps and a giggle or two as the import
of what she just said sunk in. Michele opened the small
refrigerator in her new office. She took out a greasy looking bag
and opened it up. Inside was cooked hamburger she had been saving
all day. With her tongue sticking out mischievously between her
teeth she took a handfull of it and rubbed it around and around
Maryanne's asshole, then poked as much of it inside as she could.
She removed the vibrator and squeezed some more of the meat into
her quivering cunt. The rest she put back into the refrigerator.
"I wouldn't want you to be lonely tonight, smelly cunt. By the
way, I've hired Ted to bring Bruno here and leave him alone in the
offices every night!"
As she was talking, the dog caught the scent of the meat. He
began sniffing around Maryanne's widely parted ass.
"Time to leave, everyone, and let Bruno do his job! I understand
you're all interested in what's going to happen so we can look in
through the windows by the side of the building."
They all gathered outside as Ted unclipped Bruno's leash. Then he
let himself out, locking Bruno and Maryanne up together for the
night.
As they all clustered around the two windows they saw Bruno walk
over to stand at the foot of the cart. His nose was twitching and
he barked once. He then got up on his hind legs, steadying himself
with his front paws on Maryanne's ass cheeks. He lowered his muzzle
and sniffed the meat in her asshole. He took a long swipe with his
tongue which sent shivers through the squirming body of the forty-
five year old woman. She was nearly hysterical at this point. Bruno
continued licking, trying to dig the meat out of her asshole but
also enjoying the grease that was all around her parted gully. He
took long swipes with his tongue, then went back to digging out the
meat.
He sensed that his position was not right to reach the meat in
her cunt, so he dropped back down to the floor and walked to the
head of the cart. He put his paws on the edge of the cart and
jumped up. He stood, straddling Maryanne's torso, with his head
facing her offered cunt. He hunched down a bit and went back to
licking away at her private parts. This was much better! He had
access to both her cunt and her asshole from this position and his
tongue swiped away at both of them. He took no notice of the
squirmings and pleading of the poor woman who was trying to thrash
around beneath him.
The way he was crouched, his furry ball sack dangled just above
Maryanne's face. As he wagged his tail his balls occasionally
bounced against her nose. She could smell his musk and the
tongueing was driving her into a frenzy. A funny thing about the
way Bruno licked her. He'd take long swipes with his tongue then
lift his head a little and lick his own chops. He'd then bury his
long snout in her cunt or ass again and give it a few more licks.
It was never long enough to allow her to cum, but it went on and
on, a few seconds at a time, and she was powerless to stop him!
"Old Bruno'll keep at her all night, you know." Ted said with a
wink. "Oh, he may pause a bit to walk around the office, sniff a
few things, but that scent'll keep bringing him back. He'll lick
till there isn't a trace or scent of the meat coming from her. Then
he'll keep licking just in case any more shows up. Dogs aren't too
smart."
"Perfect!" Michele grinned beside him at the window. "When you go
in tomorrow morning at 7:00 to get Bruno, make sure you put the
vibrator back in her cunt and don't forget to switch it on. I don't
want her losing her edge before we arrive..."
The next morning Michele came to work early just to spend a
little quality time with Maryanne. When she unlocked the door and
entered it she could hear loud moaning and the hum of a vibrator.
She smiled to herself and opened the door to `her' new office.
Maryanne looked horrible! There were bags under her eyes and she
was squirming and straining as much as the tight bonds would allow
her. When she saw Michele enter she began pleading and crying for
mercy. Michele looked closer and saw little scratch marks on her
thighs and buttocks, caused, no doubt, by Bruno's paws as he licked
at her all night.
"So! Our furry friend kept you company all night?" she teased.
"P-please, Michele. Don't do this to me. I'm sorry. I admit I was
a real bitch but I'm sooo sorry. Honest. PLEASE, don't do this to
me!"
"Oh, I've just started, smelly twat!"
Maryanne looked forlorn and her lips started quivering as the
tormenting vibrator clicked back on again for its cruel minute.
"By the way, I slept in my new house last night. Very nice. Thank
you! I'm going to have it redecorated, of course. I went through
all of the closets and drawers and piled all of your clothes and
personal items into large plastic trash bags. I'm having someone
bring them to the dump today. One thing I did salvage, however, was
your personal telephone directory." She held it up and flipped
through the pages before Maryanne's eyes.
"Before I'm through, every one of these names are going to get
pictures of you as you are now. Some may even get to come and see
you in person!"
"Oh noooo. Please! <sob>. Enough is enough!"
Michele slapped Maryanne's ass then grimaced and wiped her hand
on a kleenex. "I'd better wait till Sandi cleans you up before I
spank you..." She chuckled, then continued:
"No, it's not enough. It'll never be enough. You've pissed off a
lot of people in your climb to the top. You lied, you cheated
people, you bullied people. Every one of those people are now going
to get to gloat at you. The men and the women. They'll laugh at
your disgrace. They'll torment you with their hands and fingers,
take pictures of you. One by one they'll each get their revenge.
You're going to make a lot of people very happy, smelly twat!"
Maryanne had tears in her eyes. She gagged as she cried in
torment. Just then Sandi came into the office. She stared with
interest and laughing eyes at her former boss. As Maryanne sobbed,
her bare ass shook and jiggled.
Michele helped Sandi untie Maryanne and get her on the floor on
her hands and knees. Maryanne flexed her stiff muscles and Sandi
got the leash and fastened it around her neck. Sandi clucked her
tongue and led Maryanne, crawling on all fours, into the bathroom.
Michele walked back into the main office to check some files and
prepare for the day.
One by one the other employees began arriving. They each inquired
as to how `smelly twat' had survived the night. Michele told them
that Sandi was getting her cleaned up now. When she heard the
sounds of them returning from the bathroom she stood by the
partially closed door and listened:
"Nononono... p-please..." Maryanne stuttered. Her voice shook and
was barely recognizable. "Have pity on me, pleeeease. Don't put me
back up on that cart. You don't know what it was like! You can't
imagine. Jerk me off, Sandi. Come on. You can do it. Jerk me off!
I'll do it myself, if you'll let me. Come on, pleeeease!"
"No way, Maryanne. I'm not taking any chances. I don't want to
wind up like you, spread wide on that cart for everybody to laugh
at, and teased all day long. No way! Let's go, back up on the
cart."
"Nooooo! I caaaan't! Please!" Maryanne was resisting.
At that moment Michele entered the office.
"What do we have here? A little rebellion?"
"She doesn't want to go back up on the cart, Michele. I told her
that she has to but she doesn't want to."
"Listen to me, smelly twat. You're going back up onto that cart
and that's final! You have no choice in the matter. Getting down
from that cart is a privilege - one that can be easily taken away.
You can be fed there and you can piss and shit there for all I
care. You can lie in your own filth till you starve to death or
until your `friends' come to pick you up. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now I mean it. The next time Sandi tells me you've given her a
bad time about getting back on the cart, I'll make you stay there
with no breaks. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Michele instructed Sandi to lead Maryanne around the room a few
times for her own amusement. Sandi pulled the leash and began
leading the trembling 45 year old woman on her hands and knees.
They went into the main office so the others could laugh at her,
then back inside to the hated cart.
Michele helped her to get Maryanne strapped back down on it. Once
again they tied her hands back and pulled her legs up and back and
fastened them to the corners of the cart by her head. Her clean-
shaven pussy and ass were again the highest points of her body and
the focus of attention.
The rest of the morning was a replay of the previous day. The
workers took turns tormenting the bound woman mercilessly. The
vibrator played its terrible on agan/off again pattern in her pussy
as she twisted and moaned. She was spanked each hour and her moans
could be clearly heard in the main office. She begged and pleaded
with her tormenters to jerk her off. She cried like a slut, but
there was no pity for her anywhere.
In the afternoon, several of Maryanne's former business
associates began arriving. Michele had called them and invited them
over to gloat. She knew that this would make Maryanne's torment
even more humiliating. One by one they came in to witness her
disgrace. Men and women whom she had browbeaten, threatened and
cheated. They all came to gloat and stare, and to punish. Michele
allowed them to pinch her nipples and her pussy lips. Several of
the women wanted to spank her and Michele obliged them.
By the time Ted showed up with Bruno at the end of the day
Maryanne was drooling and moaning continuosly. They filled her cunt
and ass up with more hamburger and left for the night. Bruno wasted
no time. As soon as he saw the naked woman splayed out on the cart
he jumped up and began rubbing his muzzle between her thighs,
looking for his treat. Involuntarily Maryanne's tongue came out and
swiped at Bruno's furry balls as they brushed her nose and lips.
This horrible torture continued all through the week. Each
morning a trembling Maryanne was led crawling on her leash to the
bathroom by young Sandi, only to be retied so shamefully exposed on
the cart. Each day more of Maryanne's friends and former
competitors showed up to gloat at the trussed up body of the nude
woman who had once been so powerful.
On Friday, Michele invited Maryanne's ex-husband into the office.
It was a special treat for him and he brought his young cocktail
waitress girlfriend with him. They both laughed at Maryanne as she
squirmed on the cart, her legs bent back and fastened on each side
of her head, her red ass twitching and squirming. She begged both
of them to jerk her off but her ex was content to merely slap her
ass a few times and pinch her swollen cuntlips. His girlfriend was
too embarrassed to do anything herself but they both had a good
laugh watching her struggling as Michele teased her asshole with
her finger. Several of Maryanne's competitors came back for a
second time, having been invited to stop by whenever they were in
the neighborhood.
At lunch time, when they let her down, Maryanne was forced to lie
across the lap of her worst enemy, Joyce Evans of the Evans Agency.
Joyce wailed her ass with her palm and then with a hairbrush from
her pocketbook. When it was over and Maryanne lay there sobbing
Joyce offered to buy her. She promised to torment her daily at her
own office and at parties, but Michele was reluctant. Joyce was
insistent and offered Michele $50,000 for Maryanne. Michele didn't
really need the money but the thought of what Joyce would do to
Maryanne made her own cunt itch with excitement!
Michele agreed to the sale on the condition that smelly twat was
allowed to be Michele's `guest' one day a week. Joyce literally
jumped at the offer. The two women shook hands and a deal was
struck. Joyce made a phone call to arrange for the check and for
pickup. A half hour later a large van pulled into the alley beside
the office. Michele untied Maryanne from the cart and helped her
down onto the floor on her hands and knees. She fastened the leash
around her neck and handed the end to Joyce.
"Take care of smelly twat. Make sure she doesn't get lonely!"
Joyce licked her lips and looked cruelly down at the nude woman
at her feet. She tugged on the leash and Maryanne crawled out the
side door into the alley. Her ex-husband and his girlfriend were
still there and they all patted Maryanne on the ass and yelled
goodbye as she slowly crawled up a plywood ramp into the back of
the van. Joyce jumped up beside her and pushed Maryanne's face to
the floor of the van. Her red ass was up in the air and her shaved
pussy and ass could be seen poking back between her spread thighs.
Joyce licked her lips and made Maryanne look back at her friends in
the alley as they all waved and wished her luck. Finally the doors
were closed and the van pulled away...
Back in the office, Michele told all of her employees to have a
good weekend and she'd see them bright and early on Monday morning.
She then got into her Jaguar and drove to what was now her lovely
new home. Nothing but the best for her now. After all, she was the
boss!
Part 3
The following Wednesday, Michele decided to pay a visit to the
Evans Agency to see how "smelly twat" was faring under her new
mistress. As part of the sales agreement, Joyce Evans had promised
to bring Maryanne back to her former office one day a week, but
Michele was itching to see her in her new environment.
For years Maryanne and Joyce had battled over clients. The Evans
Agency was the "enemy" and Joyce Evans was "that bitch". Now the
Evans Agency was Maryanne's new home and "that bitch" had complete
control over her. Complete control to get even with her for all the
raw deals Maryanne had dealt her over the years. Joyce was a
vindictive bitch and the fact that she was willing to pay $50,000
to purchase Maryanne was an indication that she intended to get her
money's worth... out of Maryanne's ass!
Michele called first to ask if she could visit. Joyce seemed
delighted to hear from her and assured her that she was always
welcome. At noontime Michele drove her Jag across town and parked
it in the lot behind the Evans Agency. When she walked in the front
door, everything seemed normal. There were three women sitting at
their desks and typing or talking on phones. When she was shown
into Joyce's private office, however, she was greeted with a much
different sight!
Joyce was leaning back in her leather chair with her feet crossed
on her large polished desk. On the floor about three feet away was
a very uncomfortable Maryanne. She was naked, of course. She was
kneeling upright with her hands cuffed behind her back. From each
nipple hung a small mousetrap. Her knees were widespread and she
appeared to be sitting on what looked like a smooth wooden dowel,
which was attached to the floor. The end of it disappeared into her
asshole. Her naked cuntlips gripped a very large dildo which was
held in place by having small metal clips which were on each side
of the dildo clipped to each of her thick labia lips.
Joyce held a small box in the palm of her hand. It had a single
slide switch on it. She slowly moved the slide switch up and a
faint humming could be heard from the dildo. Maryanne began humping
up and down on the dowel, sliding her ass up and down on it while
she moaned and shook. Joyce laughed cruelly and pushed the switch
forward a little more.
"Please.... please! No more! Ahhh...oooohhhhhh!"
Michele watched in fascination as Maryanne's whole body began
trembling, impaled on the dowel in the floor. She began to stiffen
as if she was going to orgasm when suddenly Joyce pulled the slide
switch back and the humming stopped. Maryanne continued humping her
ass on the dowel. The dildo was still lodged in her cunt but the
maddening vibration was gone. She tried in vain to cum but she
eventually slowed down her humping and was still, except for a
slight chattering of her teeth.
She looked up for the first time and saw Michele standing in the
office looking down at her.
"Michele! Y-you've got to help me. Please! S-she's crazy! Make
her stop, please!"
"Crazy, am I? You pathetic little squirming piece of shit!"
Joyce moved the slide switch up again.
"Unnnnnnnnnnngh..... ooooooooooooh." Maryanne drooled as she
humped up and down again. Joyce snickered as she moved the slide
switch down a little, then up a little, then down a little. Tears
were rolling down Maryanne's cheeks. Her mouth was wide open and
she looked pathetically at Michele. The mousetraps were jiggling at
the ends of her cruelly pinched nipples. As soon as she began to
stiffen again Joyce quickly turned off the switch. Maryanne sobbed
as her body again went slack.
"Help me......" she mouthed.
Michele had gone shopping over the weekend and was splendidly
dressed in a designer outfit that must have easily cost a thousand
dollars. A long string of pearls hung around her neck and she
clutched her leather shoulder bag with one hand, very
business-like. She crouched a little and tapped one of the
mousetraps with her index finger. Maryanne winced and shuddered.
Michele let her finger trace a line up between Maryanne's breasts,
up her neck to her chin. She used her finger to lift Maryanne's
chin up so she could gaze into her eyes. Michele smiled smugly at
her and in a cutesy little girl voice said: "What's the matter,
`smelly twat'? Is Joyce being mean to you? You belong to her now.
She can do what she likes with your little smelly twat."
Turning her head to Joyce she said:
"I like what you've done with her. Very creative."
"Thank you, Michele. She's been like this since Monday. She seems
to hate it so much I figure why fuck with success. Next week I'll
do something different to her. For now, it amuses me to play with
this little switch all day. It calms me. Both women giggled as
Maryanne involuntarily shuddered. Joyce continued:
"During breaks I let the girls out front come back and play with
her. At 3:00 we're going to do a little rump-roasting, aren't we
sweetie?" She flipped the switch again and watched Maryanne start
to shake, then quickly turned it off.
Michele loosened her collar a little and looked at Joyce.
"Kinda makes me a little hot under the collar watching her squirm
like that..."
Joyce smiled and stood up.
"I know exactly what you mean." She walked over and placed her
hand on Michele's shoulder. "I can't tell you how pleased I am that
you sold her to me." She used one hand to idly brush a curl of hair
away from Michele's neck.
Michele slipped out of her suit jacket. As she was doing so Joyce
helped her. She then unhooked the string of pearls and carefully
placed it on her desk. When she turned around again Michele reached
out her left hand and gently cupped Joyce's left breast. Joyce
sighed a little then smiled. They each gazed into each other's eyes
for a moment then Joyce walked over and set the lock on her office
door. When she turned around she began slipping out of her own
clothes. They gazed at each other as they each sensuously stripped
their office clothes off. When they were both down to just panties
they embraced. Their mouths and tongues met. Their arms were all
over each other, touching, softly petting, gently squeezing.
Michele placed her hands on the waistband of Joyce's panties. She
slowly crouched, pulling the panties down with her. Joyce's bush
was inches away from her face. She leaned forward and kissed the
triangular patch of hair. Joyce leaned her left arm on Michele's
shoulder and with her right hand she pulled her fallen panties from
around her ankles and tossed them to the side. She then got down on
her knees face to face with Michele. She grabbed Michele's panties
and tugged them down her thighs. They placed their hands gently on
each other's necks and faces and kissed passionately. Slowly, their
hands roamed over each other's bodies, cupping breasts and asses,
fondling and caressing. Their kisses were liquid and noisy.
Michele lay down on the carpeted floor on her back. Joyce grabbed
her panties from around her thighs and pulled them completely off.
She then crawled over Michele in the sixty-nine position and just
crouched there. They gazed at each other's bushes with desire.
Finally Michele reached her hands up and grabbed Joyce around the
hips. She pulled them down a bit and lifted her head to lick at the
moistening slit before her. Joyce moaned then lowered her head and
began licking Michele.
After a minute of this Joyce suddenly stood upright. She grabbed
the control box from her desk and then crouched back down over
Michele. Both women giggled as Joyce moved the slide switch up a
little till they could hear the buzzing of the vibrator. Maryanne's
moans started shortly after. Joyce set the box down on the rug then
lowered her head and resumed licking Michele's juicy slit. They lay
on the floor entwined only about a foot in front of Maryanne. Both
women held onto each other's hips, licking and sucking noisily to
the backdrop of Maryanne's squirming as she once again wiggled on
the polished dowel in her ass.
The moans from all three women grew. Michele and Joyce became
lost in each other's caresses. Suddenly Michele stiffened and let
out a loud moan. Her orgasm was upon her. Joyce buried her face in
her warm wet crotch and continued licking the juices as they
flowed. She was getting close to her own orgasm and the thrashing
of Michele beneath her, combined with the now loud pleading of
Maryanne was enough to put her over the edge. Michele dug her
fingers into Joyce's hips and both women shuddered together in
their combined orgasm.
When it was finally over they let out a loud sigh. Maryanne was
thrashing and moaning frantically. She too appeared poised on the
edge. Quickly Joyce grabbed the switch box and turned the vibrator
off. Maryanne continued shuddering. Her face and neck were beet red
and her forehead was perspiring.
"Oh shit, I think we let her go too long" Joyce scowled.
Maryanne's body began trembling like a leaf. She threw her head
back and began whimpering.
"Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Yeeesssssss! I'm cumming.....cumming!!!"
Maryanne's body was now stiff as a board. The mousetraps on her
nipples were jiggling like vibrators. All of a sudden her climax
came and she screamed like a banshee and rocked herself back and
forth as her climax took over her wracked body. She had been
mercilessly teased for a week and a half. Her orgasm was intense.
Her pussy juices flowed out around the vibrator and dripped onto
the floor. She let out huge gasps of air and sobbed.
"Oooooooohhh! Yes...yes...yes...Unnnnnnnghhhhh!!"
Michele and Joyce watched her in fascination. It was the most
intense orgasm they had ever seen. If this was only after a week
and a half, imaging what she'd be like after being held back for a
month! Or two months!
When it was finally over Maryanne's head dropped to her chest.
She still knelt there, her hands cuffed behind her back and her
asshole impaled on the polished dowel. Her breath was ragged but
she was still conscious.
Joyce stood up and began getting dressed.
"You bad girl! You weren't supposed to cum!"
Maryanne lifted her head slightly. She had drool coming down the
corner of her mouth and an almost idiotic grin on her face. She was
still taking ragged breaths. God, she'd NEEDED that orgasm...
As Joyce and Michele continued dressing, Maryanne finally caught
her breath and regained her senses. Joyce grabbed her by the hair
and twisted cruelly.
"Owwwwwwww!!!"
"I said, you were a BAD girl. You weren't supposed to cum. You
sneaked that one in while we were busy! You'll pay for that, cunt!"
Joyce signaled to Michele to help her and they both grabbed a
handful of Maryanne's hair, pulling her up off the dowel and to her
feet. Below her was a large puddle of her sticky goo.
"Get down there and lick that mess up! Go on!"
Maryanne went back down to her knees and Joyce pushed her face to
the carpet. It was right in the puddle of cum in front of the
dowel.
"Lick it up, all of it!"
Maryanne began licking the carpet. Joyce slapped at her ass as
she moved her around to get all of the cum spots. When she was
through she made her lick the dowel she had been impaled on like it
was a popsicle. Maryanne was frantically trying to obey but Joyce
was clearly pissed.
She cleared the papers off her desk and moved the telephone.
Michele helped her to drag Maryanne back up to her feet and over to
the desk.
"Get up on it, cunt. Get up there!"
Maryanne still had her hands in cuffs behind her back, but aided
by Michele and Joyce, and a sharp slap on the ass, she was able to
get up into a kneeling position on the mahogany desk.
"Get your head down and your ass up, you impertinent slut! I
don't want to see your ugly face. I just want to see that ass of
yours up in the air!"
Joyce pushed Maryanne's head down to the desk top. Her legs were
spread about a foot and her ass and pussy were sticking out.
"You weren't supposed to cum, but you snuck one in. Now you'll
pay with your ass!"
Joyce slapped her very hard on her left buttock.
"Owwww!" A large pink splotch appeared on her slightly plumpish
ass. It jiggled a little and Maryanne squeezed her cheeks together.
Again Joyce let one fall on her right buttock.
"Owwwwwww!"
The third time she slapped as hard as she could right across both
cheeks.
"Owwwww!"
Joyce spanked her at least twenty-five times, until her own hand
began to sting. Then she switched hands and slapped her another
fifteen times. When she was through Michele got in about twenty-
five wallops of her own. Maryanne was pleading and crying. Her
shrieks had attracted attention and Joyce let the three women from
the front office in to help out.
They each took turns spanking Maryanne's ass until it was a
bright pink. From there it went to a deep red. You could feel the
heat by just cupping her blazing cheeks.
Maryanne was fidgeting from knee to knee and pleading with her
tormentors to stop. Her head was held down to the desktop and there
was no way she could escape the punishing blows to her ass. All
five women were breathing heavily as they spanked her, on and on.
The vibrator was still clipped into her cunt and it poked lewdly
out at the women who were laughing now as they watched her ass
jiggling and begin to turn purple.
After more than two hundred slaps they finally stopped. Maryanne
was blubbering and tears streaked her face. Her ass was so hot you
could fry an egg on it.
"You can just remain like that for the rest of the day so anyone
who comes in can see how naughty you were! I have half a mind to
shave your head in a mohawk and leave you tied ass-up like this in
an alley in the worst neighborhood in town, but I paid too much
money for you. Besides, there are a lot of things I want to do to
you over the next few years...
Maryanne continued sobbing as each of the women cupped her ass
and remarked on how hot it felt. The three women from the front
office made it clear that they enjoyed playing with their former
rival and also enjoyed taking part in her punishments. After awhile
they went back to work, leaving just Michele and Joyce alone with
Maryanne.
Michele fondled her sobbing former boss. She lightly dragged her
fingernails over her back and thighs. She fondled her hot ass and
jiggled the dildo that was still protruding from her backwards-
pointing cunt.
"Well, gotta go now `smelly twat'. Joyce is gonna bring you back
for a visit tomorrow. Everyone in the office has been asking for
you. You can spend the night with us, too. Ted says that Bruno
misses his girlfriend!"
"Ohhhhh nooooooo.... nooooooo...."
Michele gave her a pat on the ass and winked at Joyce.
"I can see she's in good hands with you, Joyce. See you later."
Joyce put her arm around Michele's shoulder and planted a kiss on her lips.
"I enjoyed this afternoon very much. Come on over again...anytime."
"I will, Joyce. Bye."
Joyce watched Michele open the door and leave. She then turned
her attention back to the quivering flesh kneeling on her desk and
she picked up the slide switch.
"So, looks like we gotta get you back up to the edge again, as
quickly as possible."
"She flipped the switch up and the humming started. Maryanne
began slowly rotating her ass and moaning.
"No.... please.... no more...... no more........"
