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Daddy doesn't like you dressing like a slut, I like your childish panties

(via dominantbride)

Full wording as written in our contract:

I will gag you anytime, for any reason I wish. I will sometimes gag you just because I like seeing you gagged. I will also gag you as a form of punishment, or a form of control.

If I approach you holding a gag in my hands, you will go silent, swallow, and you will open your mouth as wide as possible to accept the gag into your mouth. You will remain passive and still while I wrap the straps around your head and buckle them in place.

You will never touch the gag with your hands unless it becomes a breathing or choking hazard.

Never attempt to talk while gagged. I absolutely despise hearing anyone trying to talk around a gag and I will punish any intelligible speech. Moans, whines, whimpers and other various animal sounds are allowed and even highly encouraged.

Why Do I Humiliate Faggots?

In nearly all situations in life, all men are equal, deserving of respect and dignity.

In the world of sex-play, this is not the case.

Some men – who I refer to as faggots – have a deeply held need to feel used and degraded and humiliated to achieve maximum sexual self-actualization.

Let me be clear – there is nothing wrong with this.  Some men get off being in charge.  Some men like to be told what to do.  Some men like to be aggressive.  Some like to be passive.  Some men get an intense sexual charge by verbally degrading other men before fucking them.  Some men like to be broken down, humiliated, exposed and degraded.

All of this is healthy as long as it is done between two (or more!) consenting adults, and as long as no permanent harm is done.  Limits can be tricky – pushing boundaries is one of the great joys of a Master playing with a faggot.  Hard boundaries should be set and respected.  But the joy of the game is to have as few boundaries as possible and to see what happens in the moment.

Every person finds his own way to find sexual self-actualization.  Sex play should be good for all involved.  If the faggot is miserable, then the game isn’t working.  The Master should find joy in using and abusing the faggot.  And the faggot should find joy in obeying, feeling its limits pressed, feeling humiliated, feeling exposed.  It is this precise feeling of exposure, of having no limits, of being at the mercy of the desires of another, that brings the faggot to a state of ecstasy where it can find true joy.

Here are a few rules I have found help put faggots in their place to allow them to accept their appropriate role in the sex-play:

1.    Forced Nudity – No faggot is allowed to wear clothing in my home.  As soon as it arrives, it must immediately strip.  This helps the faggot remember its place.

2.    Salutation – No faggot may call me by my name.  MASTER or SIR is mandatory.  And of course, I never call a faggot by its name.  FAGGOT or BOY is used.

3.    Humiliation – Humiliation is critical.  True faggots need to feel actual humiliation to achieve true sexual self-actualization. I like to make faggots kneel on the floor, jack-off and tell me why I am superior to them.  This is even better if I invite someone else to join me while watching the faggot jackoff.  

4.    Exposure – Force the faggot to get naked in front of other people.  Make the faggot jack off in front of other people.  Whenever possible, make sure someone else is watching when you fuck the faggot.

5.    Domestic Service – I love to make a faggot strip and scrub my bathroom.  It is degrading, it puts the faggot in its place, and I get a clean bathroom.

6.    Write on the Faggot’s Body – I always write FAGGOT across the chest of my boys in black permanent marker before we begin.  I know it will take a few days to wear off, leaving the faggot branded after my use.  I sometimes sign its ass after I fuck it.  Be creative.

7.    Online Exposure – Take pictures of the faggot.  Post them online (with its face obscured if necessary).  Make sure the faggot knows where the pictures are posted so it can feel the humiliation of being exposed, knowing that other men a looking at its body, knowing that is it just a faggot to be used.

8.    Assignments – After each encounter, make the faggot write you an essay about how it felt. Post this online so other people can read how the faggot feels being used, exposed and degraded.

9.    Piss, Spit, Cum – Make the faggot take your gifts.  Spit on its face.  Piss on it. Make it wear your cum.  It is an honor for the faggot and reminds it of its role in life.

10.   Add other People to your Sex Play – When the faggot is ready, bring in another Man for it to service along with you.  Or bring in another faggot and let them compete for your attention.  To experience true humiliation and exposure, a faggot needs to be used, debased and exposed in front of other people – the more the better!

About a month ago, I told Amy that she was allowed to cum again as soon as she made me cum just from having her tongue in my asshole. Here’s a photo from yesterday, right before attempt number 32. See that look in her eyes, somewhere between defiant and pleading? That’s the look of a tough-minded bitch who edges three times a day and hasn’t cum in thirty, a bitch who’s starting to worry that she’s not going to be able to earn the orgasm she knows she needs, but who won’t let herself give in. She’s working so hard, trying so desperately. She doesn’t want to have to beg. She’s too proud still. Begging is still too pathetic.

Her strategy is getting pretty good at this point, I have to admit. She starts by choking herself on my cock for a few minutes, covering me with her spit and slime and puke. While she does that, she’ll degrade herself for me, wiping her mess all over her face, begging me to do the most horrible things that she can think of. Yesterday she begged me to fuck and cum in her asshole while she ate her mom’s pussy. She alternated describing that scenario in graphic detail and choking on my cock until she thought I was about to cum, at which point she moved her head down and started tongue-fucking my asshole with wild abandon. She timed it just slightly wrong, I think; in any case, it didn’t work. She saw that she was losing me again, and in a moment of despair, shoved my cock back down her throat. I immediately blew my load in her. It’s a delicate thing, her job. She’ll figure it out someday. Or not. I don’t care. I cum all the time.

The grosser you are, the better

Why? Because it's fun to see just how low you're willing to sink, and what things you're going to do. Both to get off and for my perverse amusement. 

Going from being a nice, normal girl when you're out and about, to transforming into the filthy slut I know you as once you enter my door. Knowing full well I'm going to treat you like shit, although not knowing how far I will push you and what fucked up things I will make you do. 

If it's nasty and you're shamefully admitting to being up to it, you better believe I'll make you do it. 

Into oral worship? Yeah, I will make you suck my cock and balls, but I'm also going to push you lower, goading you into creeping further between my legs until I've turned you into a good little asswipe. Then going from just an asswipe to an ass-worshipping whore who knows that I expect her to lay underneath me and tongue fuck my ass like it's a sloppy makeout session. 

Got a piss kink? I might make you wet yourself, and I might make you hold your pee until you're desperate and begging me for release. But you better believe that I'm not going to stop pushing you further. Not stopping until I can go from just hosing you down with my piss in the shower, to planting my cock in your mouth and draining every drop from my bladder down into your piss-tank tummy. I'm sure it'll take some training, but the journey there is part of the fun, don't you think? 

Is dirty talk the key to your heart? I'll happily call you a good girl when you deserve it, and a dirty girl when you perform all those degrading things for me. But of course I'll go further, I'll call you filthier things. Then, soon enough I'll encourage and make you repeat my depraved requests and make you beg for it with genuine need and desperation. All those rancid, filthy, perverse words won't just be coming from me, they'll be spilling forth from your own mouth as well.

And if you like humiliation? Oh there are so much we can do. From just me inspecting your body and feeling you up. To making you dress up all nice and fancy, having you put loads of effort into your makeup. Only to rail you in a Mcdonald's bathroom, spitting on you and making you drool all over yourself from fucking your throat. 

Of course, the rabbit holes goes deeper, much deeper, and I am not one to shy away from nasty stuff. Not if you're willing to slide further and further down the slippery slope of filthy perversion. I'll match you in depravity and push you further. Just try me.

Whatever It Takes Part 4 - Help is on the way?

Read part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Read part 3 here

After a weekend of getting off Ms. Grayson in more perverted and disturbing ways, Hannah then had the humiliation of being driven in to work by the woman each day. Always bunched up in the trunk of her car, Ms. Grayson would check the coast was clear before letting Hannah scurry out, and race into the building to prepare Ms. Grayson's coffee and ensure she was kneeling by her desk while her boss strolled in casually. The first few days proved tough but she soon found she could do it fast enough if she ran the stairs instead of waiting for the lift.

It was on the Thursday that week though that things got interesting. While Hannah was on her lunch break her work best friend Lara stormed up to Ms. Grayson's office, and after knocking twice strolled in, surprising Ms. Grayson.

"I don't have an appointment with anyone in the finance department in my diary, you can't just storm in here like you own the place dear." Ms. Grayson put down her fork and looked the woman up and down. She had always admired Lara, hard working, well dressed, professional, a little dull for sure, but not bad to look at. Too bad Ms. Grayson couldn't get her where she wanted, the girl was engaged to a long term boyfriend and seemed as straight as an arrow.

"It's Lara" Lara said confidently "I'm here to talk about Hannah." She stepped confidently toward Ms. Grayson, she was sick of watching Hannah be a ditzy secretary all week and wanted answers.

"Oh. I'm not at liberty to discuss employment contracts with other staff members, you must know that sweetie." Ms. Grayson deflected, and gave a fake little smile to the young finance manager.

"You've done something to her, and I want to know what." Lara was standing by the desk now, she felt her nostrils flare.

Ms. Grayson was getting annoyed, this girl would be a pain if she kept sticking her nose in where it was unwanted, but then a devious idea came to mind.

"Listen darling, if you want to find out what's going on, why don't you invite little Hannah over to yours some time, I can't possibly dictate what she says to you out of work, and you can be satisfied knowing the truth from that little horses mouth. Now... trot along."

Lara felt fresh anger at the dismissal, but left, planning to do exactly as Ms. Grayson said and get to the bottom of this. Once Lara left the office Ms. Grayson picked up the phone to her friend in the IT department and made a unique request, she was assured it would be relatively simple and they would have the USB stick ready within the hour. Ms. Grayson grinned, she loved how eager those boys were to please her. After lunch and her special delivery she called Hannah to her office and explained the visit from Lara.

"Now Hannah, your little friend will probably invite you over for drinks this weekend. She wants to find out all your dirty little secrets, you don't want her to know what a needy slut you are do you?"

"No Mistress" replied Hannah.

"Good, now I want you to accept the invite, you will go see Lara, and explain how stressful you found the job, how stupid you felt and how you're much happier now. If you fuck up I'll make sure you pay for it dearly, understood?"

Hannah nodded eagerly, even if she had to lie she was so happy for a weekend out of that house, away from that evil woman. It had been bad enough watching video clips on Saturday of people taking all her stuff from her old apartment, hearing the money had been transferred to this evil bitch. She had cried herself to sleep thinking she will never get a chance away from this woman.

"Oh and one more thing", the woman added, picking up a non-descriptive innocuous USB stick and thrusting it into Hannah's palm. "You're to take this USB and plug it into all of Lara's computers you find. Do it undetected. If you fail then don't bother showing up again, you'll be dead to me."

"Mistress?" said Hannah, confused at the purpose.

"Don't question me bimbo, these are things you won't understand, just think of it as me helping you keep your sordid little secrets private. Just plug the USB in, wait until you here 3 distinct bleeps, unplug it and go. Got it?"

Hannah didn't really get it, but if it meant Ms. Grayson wouldn't tell her dirty secrets to Lara then she was happy to play this game. She left the office with a slight spring in her step, hanging out with Lara would be nice, just so long as the girl didn't grill her too much on the changes at work she could finally enjoy herself.

Later that day Hannah got a ping on her phone, a text from Lara. At the same time Ms. Grayson's phone also received a notification, letting her know the tracking software installed on Hannah's phone had picked up a message. She opened it up to read it and grinned mischievously.

Hey Hannah,

Soz for the text, didn't want that bitch of a boss knowing we are talking. Listen I really wanna catch up about things, I feel rude for how I acted last week when I found out your job changes. Took me by surprise is all. Anyways, cocktails round mine on Saturday? Tom is out of town on business so it will just us girlies! :) your Best Finance Friend - Lara xx

Hannah was quick to reply and they arranged a time, Hannah made it as early as possible, opting for 12pm, eager not to spend any Saturday in the clutches of Ms. Grayson. She knew she couldn't dare tell Lara they now lived together, so would have to be careful, but there was no way she could resist the urge to chat about normal stuff with someone again.

Saturday rolled around, and Hannah picked the least bimbo looking outfit in her wardrobe, it was from her work selection, as her home selection was reduced to slutty dresses and microskirts. The dress was still a little short, and the blouse a little tight, but it wasn't the worst, and Ms. Grayson was kind enough to let her scale back her makeup, lending the poor girl some more natural toned lipstick, eye shadow and mascara. Hannah was truly thankful to Ms. Grayson who was being extra attentive that morning, reminding Hannah of the importance of the USB and checking Hannah had good enough answers to any questions Lara asked.

"Good girl, now be back here before 10pm, take your time, have fun." Ms. Grayson kissed Hannah seductively before pushing her out the door as the taxi pulled up.

Hannah arrived at Lara's place at jut gone 12, apologising profusely for being 2 minutes late, a fact that Lara unlike Hannah's boss, had no care about at all. Lara welcomed her inside, took her coat and got her settled in the front room, fetching them both a Mimosa to start.

The drinks flowed and Lara began to ask more and more about Hannah's career choice, but Hannah just jokingly played it off, saying how stressed she had been and how right now she just needed a step into something more comfortable. The more Hannah told it the easier the lie became, and after a while Lara stopped pressing her, and they talked about movies and Lara's wedding plans with Tom.

Hours flew by and after spilling a tiny drop of drink on herself Hannah reached into her purse to grab a napkin and spotted the USB stick. Shit, she thought, realising she would need to get this odd task done for her Mistress to avoid being utterly ruined. She sneaked it into her palm and excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Lara smiled, busy dancing to Taylor Swift and making them both mojitos in the kitchen she shouted out the directions for the bathroom. Hannah thanked her friend and headed in the general direction, checking each doorway along the way in the hunt for any electronic devices.

Hannah made her way upstairs and saw the bathroom in front of her. She then turned to the right and saw the door to Lara's bedroom ajar, and there on the bed was a laptop. Hannah felt blood rush to her head, as adrenaline kicked in. She had no real idea what she was about to do, part of her was reluctant, knowing it was unlikely to be a good thing for Lara. She hesitated for a moment, before reminding herself that if she failed she would have nothing, and pressed herself forward. Tiptoeing she got up to the bed, lifted the screen and watched the password screen flash up with Lara's pretty face on the icon. She plugged in the USB device and heard the familiar sound effect to say the device was recognised by the computer. The hard drive seemed to whirr for what felt like an eternity, and Hannah silently willed it to hurry up. Then just like that the fan died down and 3 audible electronic beeps could be heard. Hannah unplugged the device and went to the bathroom.

On her way out she noticed a small study across the upstairs hallway, and taking a moment to poke her head down the stairs she realised Lara was still busy dancing and stirring cocktails. Hannah took another deep breath and headed into the study. She noticed on the left a huge bookshelf with some fantastic novels as well as encyclopedias and travel journals, and on the right a desktop computer sat idle. Moving the mouse brought it to life and she saw this must be Tom's work computer from the lock screen. Hannah again popped the USB stick in a front port, and this time had to wait very little time for the 3 beeps, clearly the more powerful machine had run whatever was on this USB much faster. Satisfied Hannah quickly left, taking a moment to ensure she hadn't missed anything in the other guest room upstairs.

Hannah quickly headed back downstairs, satisfied with herself and rejoined Lara in the kitchen after hiding the USB back in her drawer, just in time to be passed one of the best Mojitos she had ever tasted.

Across town Ms. Grayson was enjoying a bottle of red wine on her couch as her friend Ms. Parker sent video files of Lucy's first day on the job, the poor secretary 's mouth busy between the woman's thighs licking hungrily as the camera was pointed in her face.

Just then Ms. Grayson's phone rang, with the ID listing her contact in the IT department.

"Hi Ms. Grayson, sorry to bother you on the weekend, but you told me to inform you when any new devices were added to the EagleEye software I sorted for you. Just letting you know two new machines are now connected to it, you can access them through that link I sent you. Won't be much use until someone logs in and the keyloggers can do their thing, but in the meantime it's transferring all the hard drive data to your private servers. Hope this helps solve your suspected fraud issue."

Ms. Grayson grinned and slipped a finger between her legs as she watched another video of juicy Lucy being abused. What a delightful weekend.

Hannah arrived back home at 9pm, a little drunk, and shivered as Ms. Grayson embraced her warmly.

"Darling, you're home, wonderful. And you did such a good job for me yes?" Hannah confirmed what the woman already knew. "Wonderful, wonderful, you've earned yourself a lovely reward, tonight you can sleep on the end of my bed once you've given me one of those special kisses I do adore."

Hannah gulped. She knew the special kisses involved Hannah's tongue on Ms. Grayson's clit, but the prospect of a bed instead of that cage was most welcome, so she did her best to show gratitude.

"Thank you Mistress, you're too kind."

With that Ms. Grayson had the girl strip and fetch her collar, then leashed her and lead her up to her room to give her orgasm after orgasm as she waited excitedly for the next part of her plan to fall into place.

Lara was feeling incredibly merry as she dragged herself up to bed. She checked her phone and saw a message from Tom and decided to be a little naughty. She switched on her laptop, intending to send him one of the naughty videos she had taken earlier, now stored securely on her private cloud account. As she logged in a pop-up in the bottom corner read 'Unknown device removed successfully'. Thinking nothing of it she closed it, opened her emails and attached a saucy video of her teasing the camera in her favourite lingerie.

Then she bit her lip as she messaged her Fiance.

Tom, can you take a look at the email I just sent, think this will be important for your trip. xxx

Ms. Grayson's laptop, sitting on the desk of her study began receiving data files and screenshots, with a notification lighting up on the EagleEye app.

The next day was Sunday, a day Hannah dreaded. She was expected to do chores. Polishing the floor, dusting, doing the washing. Ms. Grayson seemed in a good mood as Hannah made her breakfast, still naked apart from the collar around her neck. Her Mistress was in a black satin robe that clung to her curves sensually. She was holding her laptop as she skipped past Hannah before settling herself on her large comfy couch and switching the laptop on.

Hannah brought her some toast and a mug of coffee, then knelt as asked, head bowed so Ms. Grayson could use her as a footrest as she nibbled on the toast and fired up the EagleEye app.

The hard drives were still uploading to the cloud servers, and once they were done Ms. Grayson would send them to her lawyer for analysis. Under the guise she was investigating fraud she would ask if any dirt could be found. Her lawyer had access to an excellent digital forensics team so she was hoping there might be some kind of thread to pull on that would unravel little Lara.

In the meantime though she saw Hannah's little betrayal mission had paid off already, the app showed screenshots of Lara's laptop sending what appeared to be an explicit video stored on a cloud server. Opening up the keylogging doc revealed exactly what username and password she would need to access it. Just minutes later, Ms. Grayson dropped her toast back on the plate as she was met with a treasure trove of smut. Videos and photos of Lara, posing in various stages of undress, being used, sucking what she assumed was her fiance's cock, being taken from behind by Tom, playing with herself.

Ms. Grayson let out a moan as she quickly hit download on the images. "Oh Hannah, look oh look, come on, head up, look what a lovely gift you gave me yesterday."

Hannah felt Ms. Grayson lift her feet off the girl's back and raised her head to look as the woman span her laptop round and hit play on a video file. Hannah let out a gasp as she watched Lara, legs spread, masturbating to the camera, her face in crystal clear focus as she moaned through her performance.

"No... what did you do?" Hannah felt dizzy.

"Me? Oh no, all you darling, you gave me little Lara on a plate, aren't you happy? You've made Mistress soooo wet."

Hannah looked down in shame, she had delivered her friend into this woman's evil clutches, she had to warn her somehow. It would have to wait until work on Monday, when she could slip her a note or something without Ms. Grayson noticing.

All through Sunday Hannah's boss could be heard giggling as her laptop pinged with notifications. Ms. Grayson would watch as another website login was acquired, and soon she had access to Lara's life, with everything from her online banking to her travel air miles loyalty points. The control was delicious, and kept the woman constantly aroused. Hannah was constantly being pulled off chores to service her, each time receiving detailed reports of what Ms. Grayson had discovered. "Did you know little Lara was planning a big wedding in the Bahamas? She's looking at hotels right now" or "Oh my naughty Lara, ordering some new lingerie to impress your man? I do look forward to you posing in that for me." Hannah just licked and lapped, hoping the woman would get bored of prying into her poor friends life.

At some point the hard drive upload completed, and Ms. Grayson fired off an email to her lawyer with the links and a request to report on any anomalies found as soon as possible. She wasn't expecting anything, but any leverage she could get she would most certainly use for the next part of her plan.

Next she messaged her IT department expert, and requested Lara's work laptop be added to EagleEye. This was apparently super easy, as the company had tools already for monitoring and accessing work property, so it was just moments later that Ms. Grayson gained access to it. With a smile she launched the file manager, and began queuing up a selection of files, that would move to Lara's work PC the moment she went online with it. Satisfied for the evening, she took Hannah to her cage and locked her in, then went up to her room to sleep and dream of all the ways the next part of her plan would go down.

Monday at work was hell for Hannah. While almost everything was improving - with no one bothering her at all now about her place and her duties being straight forward, she kept trying to find a way to get Lara in private, with no such luck. She hastily scrawled a note simply saying 'You need to get out. Now.' and left it on Lara's desk, before quickly returning to her own.

When Lara spotted it she looked around, unsure who sent it at first or how immediate the supposed danger was. She looked over at Hannah, but Hannah was busying herself in her work, she didn't want Lara trying to talk to her about it here where Ms. Grayson could notice.

Ms. Grayson was busy most of the day talking to her lawyer, who let her know the forensics team were scouring the data as they spoke but had found nothing so far in the obvious places. The woman was not too worried, she didn't need that part of her plan to work for a success, but she held out inviting Lara in for a chat until she was sure.

Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty 'normal' by all accounts of the word's meaning now, although Hannah had heightened anxiety. On Wednesday evening however, something interesting happened. Ms. Grayson was browsing her laptop when the EagleEye tool pinged a notification. 30, then 40, then 50 files were being deleted from Tom's desktop machine all at once. She raised an eyebrow as the total hit 62, and tried to open them to no avail. Shit, she thought, worried she might miss something and quickly hit stop on the auto clone backup of the hard drives. Whatever was gone she wanted copies. She noted down the file extension paths for all 62 files (luckily most were the same and appeared to be emails from a similar directory) and then she quickly forwarded the info to her lawyer. Her heart began to race, had she found something?

The next day Ms. Grayson was at work when her lawyer called. Hannah had just finished her morning routine and was leaving the office when she picked up on the excitement in her boss' voice and panicked. She needed to find Lara, right now.

"So you see Ms. Grayson, their attempt to delete the files gave us a bright 'look over here' beacon. Looks like Lara has been helping Tom with some questionable tax loopholes."

"I see" Ms. Grayson licked her lips, sensing her hunt was about to get a kill "questionable but still lawful, or..."

"oh no, they're trying to use a pretty clever loophole around multi-income homes, but due to Tom's freelance work they are under valuating the finances he earns. Hard to prove if they had deleted the files and covered it up with some clever accounting, but luckily you caught that. There's emails with both of them discussing his income and then some deleted invoices, my guess is he's going to recreate these with new dates on them to ensure they get a better tax bracket. It's fraud Ms. Grayson."

Ms. Grayson nearly came right there. The other part of her plan was now nothing compared to this juicy information. She thanked her Lawyer and asked for a report with all incriminating files as soon as possible. The lawyer promised it within the hour.

Hannah was walking fast, Lara wasn't at her desk, which panicked her more, but she decided it was likely a good thing, she could pin her friend down somewhere quiet and have more time to warn her. She found Lara in the canteen, eating lunch with a few other finance execs.

"Lara we need to go now" Hannah said firmly, and Lara just shook her head.

"Listen, if your boss wants to talk to me tell her she can wait until after my lunch, she's not my direct line manager, she doesn't have any control over me." Lara smiled softly after saying this while all Hannah could think was she controls a lot more than you think.

"Please Lara, it's not her, I really need to talk to you." Hannah practically begged, and Lara noticed the girl was visibly shaking. Lara's mood softened.

"OK let's go, just say where." Lara then followed Hannah to a stairwell. Once Hannah checked it was clear she issued her frantic warning.

"Listen Lara, you need to go, you need to get out of this company. You need to run, Ms. Grayson is -"

Lara tried to cut her off "I knew it, what's that bitch done, I'm gonna get her so bad, did she make you move? She blackmailing you?" Lara had a hundred questions of her own, but all this did was frustrate Hannah.

"Yes, no look, stop worrying about me, worry about yourself, ever since you got on her radar she's been after you, I don't know what she's done but you're running out of time. Please, save yourself."

Lara ignored Hannah, she felt her own blood boil. This bitch had broken one of her best friends, had humiliated the girl into taking some weird secretary role way below her skill set, and now was trying to what? dickwave herself at Lara to show power. Fuck that.

Lara stormed past Hannah, heading directly to Ms. Grayson's office, as Hannah chased after, trying to stop her.

Moments later Ms. Grayson's door barged open, no courtesy knock this time, as Lara strutted menacingly over to the desk.

"Ms. Phillips, need I remind you not to barge in without an appointment, again I see no calendar invite, I do hope this doesn't become a weekly occurrence." Ms. Grayson sneered.

Lara Phillips could not have been more angry at that point.

"No you listen here missy. I know you did something to Hannah here, this isn't her, she's not a bimbo. She doesn't dress in pink heels or wear bright pink lipstick, so whatever little blackmail you've got going on you can stop it right now and give her old job back." Lara's hands begun to shake with the fury, which was only made worse by Ms. Grayson's smile turning almost predatory in response.

"My my my, hear that Hannah?" Hannah, who had followed Lara all the way in to the office, looked down at her feet sheepishly. "Little Lara here thinks you look like a stupid bimbo. I am inclined to agree, but Lara, you wave the word blackmail around with so little proof. That's a wild accusation, where is your evidence?"

Lara faltered, Hannah had all but admitted it right? She turned to Hannah, who couldn't even look her friend in the eye.

"Hannah said -" Lara started, before Ms. Grayson raised an eyebrow and interjected "Oh did she now? What pray tell, did Hannah say hmm?" Ms. Grayson leaned back in her chair, savouring the moment as she mentally began to circle her prey.

"She told me to run from you, told me it was too late for her and to save myself. I'm not scared of you, you evil psychopathic bitch." Lara felt good getting the words out. Hannah blushed behind her, knowing full well that this wasn't her moment of rescue, that there would be consequences for trying to warn Lara.

Ms. Grayson let out a laugh, almost like a cackle, before standing up from her desk, imposing her taller height on Lara, who nervously took a step back.

"As I suspected, no evidence. Little lost Lara, let me explain something. When you want to get your way in life, you use leverage. That leverage can come in all shapes and sizes, and usually requires evidence. For example you coming in here accusing me of blackmailing poor Hannah here, who might just get her rocks off playing as my dumb bimbo secretary. No evidence, no leverage, you have nothing, therefore you don't get your way."

Lara felt her stomach drop in dread, but said nothing as Ms. Grayson walked around the desk and stood inches from her, continuing her monologue.

"Compare that to what I have. I have a selection of video files found on company property, on the laptop of one Ms. Lara Phillips. Now Lara, need I remind you it is against company policy to have pornography of any kind on work property? And yet our corporate security team found these."

Ms. Grayson spun her work laptop around and hit play as Lara felt herself freeze up. On the screen was a video of her masturbating. Ms. Grayson pushed a button, up popped Lara sucking her fiancee's cock complete with sounds.

"You... how?... what the fuck..." Lara felt giddy.

"Quite the performance little lady, I can't deny, I got a little turned on watching you rub that needy little slit for the camera. But there's a time and a place for such perversions, and work I'm afraid, is not it."

Ms. Grayson was now inches from Lara's face, Lara could smell her perfume, could feel the woman's breath on her ear as she almost seductively whispered the last part of the sentence.

Lara was confused, angry, and scared. "I never put them on there, I wouldn't, someone... you... you set me up!" Lara's lip was trembling.

"Evidence dear, evidence, what was the point in me talking so much if it just goes in one ear out the other. On the contrary, this evidence is now with corporate security, who will investigate to the full extent, and I'm afraid, it's not looking good for you.

"Please", Lara couldn't believe it, she was being set up. She needed this job, she couldn't believe she had ignored Hannah. She should have run, even if it was too late, she didn't want to give this evil bitch the satisfaction of lording it over her in this office. "What... what do you want?" she gulped as she asked.

"Ahh see now we are getting somewhere. But I am afraid things are not so simple with your case. You see, I do hate when people go prying into my business, like you went prying with Hannah here. She belongs to me, dear - and I protect my property. So I figured I might have to do a little prying of my own to nip this all in the bud."

Lara's ears were ringing and it took every part of her to remain focused and stop from throwing up.

"I found a way to look into my little problem girl Lara, and what did I find, besides a camera happy whore?"

Lara hated where this was going, this woman was dangerous, and she had underestimated her completely.

"You don't know? Oh I think you do, you and Tom have been getting very creative with your taxes hmm... so sweet how you are helping him commit fraud. Such a lovely couple, do you think he will find a lover as pretty as you in prison Lara?"

Lara fell to her knees sobbing. "H-how... what... what have you done?"

"Me? Oh Lara I've done nothing but report the truth. I suspect you and your husband to be will have a knock from the authorities this evening, maybe you can have one last meal together before they come? Maybe suck his cock like you do so well in this video." Ms. Grayson laughed again.

"As for how", she continued, "my new secretary proved quite the little spy for me when she went to yours last weekend. A few trojan tools installed and your whole world was mine. Say thank you to Hannah for that."

The betrayal felt like a punch to her gut. Hannah knelt by Lara, tears of her own streaming down her cheeks as she tried to console her friend. "Lara I - she didn't give me a choice, I told you, this is how she gets you. I couldn't..."

"Oh shh Hannah, stop blabbering both of you. I'm not so cruel as to just send your friend and her fiance off to prison, after all what have I been talking about all this time?" Ms. Grayson slowly walked around the girls as they knelt and sobbed together.

"Leverage" Laura spat, the rage returning. She didn't blame Hannah, as much as it hurt, she was all to aware now how deviant this woman was. All her anger was focused at Ms. Grayson, who was enjoying every moment of the girl's battle with emotions.

"Exactly, see, you're learning. Leverage. Which brings us back to what I want Lara. And I'm afraid you might not like the answer."

Lara panted, trying to control her breathing, trying to resist the urge to jump up and beat the living shit out of this maniac.

Ms. Grayson felt her own panties slicken with each new moment of this girl's taming. Watching Lara's flame slowly extinguish as she became more passive was oh so delicious.

"For so long now, I've wanted a live at home slave. Someone so totally... leveraged... that she will do anything and everything, that she will throw her entire life away just to serve me, for fear of the consequences."

Hannah looked up at this point, knowing now how much worse things were about to get.

"Hannah here came pretty close. The little bimbo made the mistake of begging me for a job and being so desperate to get it she would humiliate and expose herself. It backfired sure, but Hannah can still leave. She might not have a career wherever she goes, but she can try to rebuild her life. A few humiliating photos be damned. Isn't that right girly?"

Hannah realised she was being spoken to and nodded "Yes... Mistress." No point hiding Ms. Grayson's title now.

"The thing with Hannah though, is deep down, she enjoys it. She was soaking wet when I first tied her up, and lead her into a room full of people to lick cum off my floor, weren't you?"

Hannah again nodded, feeling her cheeks flush as Lara looked at her with disgust and confusion.

"So you see Lara, Hannah here would probably have been enough for me, a dumb bimbo I could control who is never going to run away because she enjoys it just too much."

Hannah felt utterly exposed, her dirty secrets aired to the world. Sure she would never have agreed to any of this without being coaxed, but she couldn't deny the wetness between her legs at each humiliation, at each moment control was snatched from her.

"And Lara, I almost pity you" Ms. Grayson bent down and lifted Lara's chin with her hand, looking the girl in her pretty eyes. "At first all I wanted was to get enough Leverage on you to ensure you backed off. To keep you compliant. Maybe force you to move elsewhere where you couldn't meddle in my little fun with Hannah, and gosh you were so close to that being the outcome today."

Lara felt her body blush, this woman was pretending to have some level of ethics, despite how fucked up this all was. Despite the slow horror being revealed to her.

"But then my lawyer found your dirty little secret, and oh how dirty it is. Filthier even than little Hannah here's panties after a day servicing me. Not just humiliating. Incriminating."

The words sent new jolts of fear through Lara, and conversely sent jolts of pleasure through Ms. Grayson.

"You must understand how a woman with my...urges, couldn't possibly pass up such a delicious opportunity."

Lara let out a pathetic "Please...no..." as Ms. Grayson rested a heel on her shoulder, forcing Lara's face to the floor.

"Little Lara Phillips, a true straight girl. Not even a little curious about women no? And yet... what would you do to stop yourself going to prison? What would you do to stop your future husband going to prison?"

Lara felt the heel digging in to her with each mention of prison as Ms. Grayson drove her point home. Only after the silence became deafening did Lara realise the lecherous pervert was waiting for an answer.

"...anything..." the word came out of Lara's throat so tinny, it was barely audible. Ms. Grayson prodded her again with a heel.

"What's that, I couldn't quite catch it?" Ms. Grayson teased.

"A-anything" Lara said again, her will crumbling.

"Anythiiing..." Ms. Grayson replied seeming to want another word attached, and Lara, following the cue from Hannah earlier gulped as she worked out what it was.

"Anything, Mistress." Ms. Grayson removed her foot from Lara's shoulder blade at this and clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Now stand up, strip down to your lingerie and give me a show, I do so enjoy your taste in undergarments, so much more stylish than the pink skanky stuff my little bimbo here wears.

Lara began moving, peeling off her office clothes to reveal a matching bra and panties with holdups. Ms. Grayson eyed her hungrily.

"Good girl, now I am not one for patience, so from here on out you will do as I say, when I say it and say 'Yes Mistress' when you do. If I catch you trying to resist I'll just submit your evidence to the anonymous Tax investigation reporting site and watch you and Tom carted off in handcuffs. Clear?"

Lara nodded before quickly adding "Yes... Mistress".

Ms. Grayson smiled, pulling a white choker from her drawer and attaching it around the neck of her new prey before stripping down to her own lingerie.

"Hannah, be a darling and lock the door. You can sit in the corner and quietly masturbate for being such a good girl, no cumming though."

Hannah quickly stood up and obeyed, heading to the door, flicking it locked before kneeling on the floor at the back of the room and stuffing her hand down her panties as she watched the woman she called Mistress begin to have her way with her work BFF. She let out a moan loud enough that Lara noticed and looked at her friend with shock.

Ms. Grayson grabbed Lara by the hair, pushing her against a wall, pinning her arm behind her back. She gave the girl a spank on her beautiful bottom, watching it wobble in the aftershock.

"Oh Lara, don't mind Hannah, I keep her on edge so she's always this horny, don't feel ashamed, she finds your total submission attractive. I must say, I have to agree with her." Ms. Grayson whispered in Lara's ear, as her hands groped up the poor girl, who let out a frustrated cry. Maybe... if she just let this woman have her way once she could get out of here and fix this somehow.

Obediently Lara followed the woman's every instruction, falling to her knees, and learning to lick and kiss Ms. Grayson wherever she demanded, all while Hannah edged herself over and over to the sight before her.

For Ms. Grayson the feeling of controlling this unwilling victim was euphoric. She was addicted. Watching the girl's willpower shatter, she obediently learned to worship Ms. Grayson and feared for her and her fiance's freedom too much to argue. It was total control, and it gave Ms. Grayson the biggest orgasm of her life as she rode Lara's face. She pushed the finance manager back onto the floor, and collapsed in her comfy leather chair, truly sated.

Lara, dizzy from the moment, lay there catching her breath, wiping the wet smears off her face, while Hannah slowly retracted her hand from her panties, still turned on and frustrated by the lack of orgasm.

Ms. Grayson took a moment to compose herself before speaking matter of factly to Hannah. "Hannah, see to it that Ms. Phillips has a box for her things and her resignation letter submitted by the end of the day."

"Yes Mistress" nodded Hannah, who was then dismissed from the room.

"But I... I did as you asked... you can't fire me. Please." Lara was confused, the red hot shame of the act still coursing through her.

"Oh Lara, you seem to be confused. We can hardly keep some porn addicted tax fraud on the books, especially in finance, imagine if that got out! Goodness no. You are finished here. You did as I asked yes. Not to keep your job. To stop you and that fiance of yours from going to prison. And you'll continue to do as I ask, understood?"

"But..." Lara thought better of it, knowing she was truly trapped. "Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, now before you leave here's what's going to happen in order for you to avoid the orange jumpsuit or whatever they wear these days." Lara groaned.

"You're to leave Tom. You can make up whatever excuse you like, but your relationship is over. If you need help making a lie up just ask Hannah, the little slut has grown good at being a sneaky bimbo. You want him to lead a happy prison free life? It doesn't have you in the picture."

Lara felt the words sting. Reality felt like a ton of bricks being lowered on to her, she struggled to breathe.

"You have until next weekend to do this. He might not take it so bad, after all he still has a promising career ahead, unlike you."

God, Lara hated this woman so much. Such a spiteful way with words. She truly was a psychopath.

"Next Saturday I expect you at my address at 8am sharp. Hannah can give it to you. You will wear your best lingerie, and most revealing slutty outfit. That is all. Everything else will be provided by myself upon arrival. You might be jobless, but you won't be homeless, I take good care of my slaves."

Lara was then told to get dressed and get out. She left the office and was met by Hannah holding a box for her. "I'm sorry Lara... truly."

Lara looked at the sorrow in Hannah's eyes and felt her own tears begin to fall, as the two made their way to her desk to pack her things up.

Meanwhile Ms. Grayson closed her eyes, imagining all the fun she would finally have with her own permanent 24/7 slave, especially with slutty little Hannah to help train her up.

Ms. Grayson knew she would do whatever it takes to ensure Lara and Hannah remained hers forever. Whatever it takes.

Cruel to be Kind

Is it cruel or kind to ruin the male orgasm?

Ruined orgasms make little sense if the male is a dom. He gets pure enjoyment from it, it feels great, and afterwards, he will still be in the proper frame of mind to remain dominant. Nothing is lost in the process.

But what of the submissive male? He has been a good boy all week, so you decide that he deserves an orgasm. You remove his chastity device and tease him into a frenzy. At that moment, he needs to cum so badly, to the point where he would do humiliating things he probably wouldn’t normally do to achieve it. He is as submissive as he will ever be as you decide that you have teased him enough, and you send him crashing over the edge. The only problem is, his submissive feelings crash as well, as his body releases prolactin during the full male orgasm.

Suddenly, your good boy goes through a drastic change. He loses most of his lust for you, his owner, which inspired much of his subordinate behavior. He may even balk at being relocked in his chastity cage. What the hell just happened? He has been feeling so submissive to you but most of that feeling just got flushed from his system along with his semen. What he wanted, needed, maybe even begged for a few seconds ago is immediately regretted by you both. Why?

As a domme you will feel peeved by his sudden change in demeanor.  You think his submission to you shouldn’t change just because of a momentary bodily function. Are you just a kink dispenser for him? He should be submissive no matter what. And you know what? A truly submissive male will agree with those thoughts, feeling guilty and disappointed with himself over it. His heart will be filled with dread and self doubt. He will regret having that orgasm just as much as you now regret giving it to him.

Not only does he enjoy serving and obeying you, he also loves the general feeling of being submissive. It is a part of him, a part of who he is, how he identifies himself, and he has just lost that. The release of prolactin ruins his submissive frame of mind making it hard for him to submit afterwards for a few hours, to even a day or two. He feels bad, but has no control over the process. But working in collaboration with you, as a team , it can be controlled.

The ruined male orgasm. Is it really ruined, or is it simply improved upon? After all, it is still pleasurable to him, just not as powerful and intense as a full orgasm. The important part is denying the prolactin release. If successful, not only will his submissive feelings remain, his horniness and lust which are pleasurable to him in their own right will continue (subdued) as well.

Are a few seconds of intense pleasure worth it in the end? Or is it better to trade that short burst for a much longer but still highly enjoyable experience? After all, he isn’t really gaining anything by orgasming. He is trading one pleasure for another, his submissive feelings that can last days for a quick burst of intensity that lasts only seconds, and ruins everything else.

We have decided that ruined orgasms will be the answer in the foreseeable future. It’s just better, for both of us.

Forced to rim ass

Imagine waking up with your hands tied above your head. Legs spread wide, clothes ripped to shreds or maybe pulled down. You try to blink and look around, but before you can truly realize what’s going on you feel two strong, muscled and hairy legs/thighs land to either side of your face as this stranger gets on top of you.

This man, wearing only a pair of black boxers, presses his crotch against your face as he chuckles. “So the dumb lil whore is awake? I was wondering when you would wake up lil slut.” You try to speak but then suddenly get hit by the strong scent of his boxers. A strong scent of sweat, musk, precum and ballsack. The strong scent of filthy cock~ as the stranger rubs this scent all over your face.

You try to push backwards, move your head to the side. But the man holds you tightly between his legs as he forces you to inhale that dirty scent of dick. He takes off his boxers and pushes his full weight back onto you. Smothering you with his sweaty crotch. Sitting onto your face forcefully as his sweaty hairy balls get pushed into your mouth and his fat cock rubs allll over your face.

“Such a filthy little rape doll. You like this don’t you? The filthy smell of dirty dick. Let me rub my precum alllll over your face. Let me smother you with my filth.”- he says before slapping you in the face with his smelly dick. Pushing his cock into your mouth and holding you down as he skullfucks you for a few minutes~ pumping his dirty dick in and out your mouth. Raping your lips with his scent, taste and hardness.

You try to push away. Sob. Say something. But all sound that leaves your lips is the “glug glug glug glugfggggg” of you choking on his fat cock. Humiliating isn’t it? Being used like this. Facefucked like this. Having him hold your mouth and tongue open and spitting onto it. Letting drool dribble down onto your tongue before pushing his fingers in your mouth to make sure you take his spit in. He’s using you by force. Treating you like filth. And he’s enjoying every fucking second of it.

“Look at your pathetic face. All drooly and messed up. You smell like cock and filth you disgusting little toy. But you think i’m done with you? Oh hell no~”

As you lay down under this strangers crotch, face messy spit and precum. Sobbing and gasping for air. He suddenly lifts himself up again to spread his hairy and sweaty asscheeks and full on sit onto your face. Pushing his ass onto your lips~ “start fucking licking you dirty little ass-slut. You are going to rim and eat my ass until i’m satisfied. And your pathetic cunt is going to get drippy wet because of it too. Understood?!”

You try to struggle but to no avail as he smothers your face with his sweaty and stinky ass. Grinding and humping against your face. Smothering you with his balls and cock as he leans backwards to slap and spank your tits.

“Such~ a~ dirty~ slut! I can smell it you know! The scent of needy pussy! You LOVE getting forced don’t you. You LOVE getting treated like a toy. Don’t fucking lie.”

Just imagine getting roughly groped, touched and played with. You struggle, but get forced down. You push, but he’s too strong. There’s literally no other option for you than to lick his hairy ass. You swirl your tongue around hiss ass, push it inside, eat him out. Your nose buried in his sweaty musk as he just uses your face to grind away.

How filthy is this, don’t you agree? Imagine him grabbing you by the hair and dragging you in different positions. Pushing your face against his hairy ass. Moving your head up and down to force you to slobber over both his ballsack and his assshole. He isn’t even being kind~ or soft. He’s just making you rim his ass~ turning your face in such a sloppy mess. Enjoying every fucking second of it. As your pussy secretly starts dripping from this filthy treatment.

Like it’s dripping right now. Isn’t it? Don’t lie to me. You love the idea of being forced like this. Treated like a horny pathetic slut. Made to rim some sweaty filthy ass, musky big balls and dripping fat cock. You’d love to be used like a toy~ forced to submit. Forced to enjoy this humiliating treatment. Until you happily lick and rim his ass as your pussy gushes with cunt juices. Go on. Play with yourself. Get yourself wet. Make yourself desperate while imagining how it would be to get used like this~

Maybe this stranger will make you eat him out for hours before dumping his thick cum all over your face. Maybe he’ll hold you down and fuck your tits until he covers them in his cum. Maybe he’ll turn you around and forcefully pumps your unprotected pussy full of load after load of hot~ thick~ cum. Are you imagining any of these you needy lil rimjob slut? Or would you prefer it if he took you to a public park~ tied you to a tree and made you rim strangers like the needy slut you are.

Where's the lie doh

i want an older man to fuck my face and catch the spit in his hands and rub it all on my face. lay me on my back and spend a few minutes dragging his balls and cock back and forth on my sloppy face so i can really appreciate it. stop and spit on me if it gets dry and continue dragging his balls on my face. then sit his asshole directly on my mouth so i can lick it and stick my tongue inside. rub his ass against my sloppy spit face. use me as his toilet paper. put his weight on me so i can get my tongue far in there. i want a man old enough to be my dad to use me as his toilet paper. fuckkk

#2 please 🙏

OK here’s part two. Sorry this one was harder to write, and life got in the way. It was supposed to be posted yesterday. Anyway here we go...

Good Wednesday morning my amazing little cunts. Today is part two of your conversion. You have been abducted and used. You are a bit bruised and beaten, and all of your holes have been well used. Now you have been sent to an auction house. The smell in this industrial building is unpleasant. You see, when it’s not being used to sell humans, it’s used to auction animals for slaughter. Sometimes, those animals are human too, but not today.

You are put on display, with a hundred or so, other cunts. It seems like every gender is represented here. You are unsure how well you will do at auction, when there are so many of you. You are, of course, fully restrained. You have a spider gag in, so you cannot speak, or bite. After all, you aren’t a person anymore, just an object for sale. Free people start to enter the auction house, and hundreds of people touch, fondle, and play with your flesh. Some appear to be judging you for purposes other than sex.....

Suddenly an announcement comes on. Today’s auction has been cancelled. All buyers costs will be refunded, as “The Company” has decided to buy you all. You’ve heard of The Company, and while you’ve only heard rumours, they are frightening, and exciting ones. At least you weren’t purchased as meat...

All of you are loaded into containers. You are packed in with other slaves. You travel for days. Your naked bodies, restrained and gagged, rubbing against each other. You are given water while being transported, but no food. You are hosed down each evening, then packed back in. Sleep is difficult standing up, as there’s no room to sit or lay down. A couple of times, one of your fellow slaves finds a way to get his cock into you. You are nothing here. Like cattle....

Once you arrive at the destination, you are “sorted” some of the slaves are taken off for other purposes. Some are taken directly to serve. You are in a small group that have been chosen for “breaking”.

You are “prepared” by a group of male slaves. They wash you, do your hair nicely, and fuck you hard. Your holes are used over and over for a day. They are not allowed to “hurt” you, but they do a bit. Gagging you on their cocks, slapping you, they are good at what they do. You still haven’t eaten, unless you count all the loads of cum you swallow. You are to be auctioned off, to a “breaker”. They will determine what you get to eat.

You are sent to sleep in a cage, barely big enough for you to lay down. You pass out on its well padded floor. You are awakened and given a final scrub. Your wrists and ankles restrained. A spider gag in your mouth, and a collar around your neck. You are attached to a pole, on a rotating table with four other slaves. You will be number 5 to sell. Each of your fellow slaves is sold to an evil looking person. You are a bit frightened, when the platform rotates you to the front.

A stunningly pretty slave girl displays you to the buyers. She fully exposes your genitals, she tweaks your nipples, she does other things at the request of the buyers. When the bidding starts, there are four people bidding. You have to decide who you would want, it doesn’t matter, as the highest bid will get you, and break you. The little cunt who’s been showing you off, whispers a few details while you look at them.

Buyer 1. This is a large man. He’s tall and muscular, he’s a cowboy. He wears a Stetson, has a gun on his belt, and impressive snakeskin boots. She tells you he’s known to be very hard on slaves. When he breaks one, they are perfect. He will own and use you hard, until you are ready to return.

Buyer 2. This is a huge fat man. He’s pretty disgusting honestly. There’s a sparkle in his eyes, as he looks at you. She tells you that he is known as a Sadist. He will hurt you until you break. Every slave he breaks falls desperately in love with him. She doesn’t know how, only that they are completely broken when he returns them.

Buyer 3. This a woman, who is obviously a slave. She’s absolutely beautiful. She’s standing there naked, except for a collar and a giant horse dildo strap on. Your “guide” tells you that she is owned by a breaker that no one has ever seen, except the ones he has broken. She only knows that, that dildo will be inside you at some point, and that slaves broken by this person, never speak of what’s happened to them. They are not only broken, but no one can make them cum after..... most of them end up, at the farm. She doesn’t know what that means.

Buyer 4. This is another large man, he is a bit older. He looks like someone’s dad. While it’s obvious that he is strong, he looks kind. She tells you that he is also a known Sadist, known for giving pain, humiliation, and breaking slaves minds. He looks so kind, it’s hard to reconcile, until he smiles at you. That’s when you know, he’s the scariest of the 4....

She is fingering you, or stroking your cock, as the bidding progresses. She whispers into your ear, “I know which one you want don’t I fellow cunt?”

Which one do you want? Which one makes your cunt drip? Or your cock throb? Which one indeed.....

What do you prefer cum or piss?

Option D, truly the best fantasy I would actually want to test.

Good Wednesday morning, to all my little cunts. Today we’ll return to our usual multiple choice game. I hope you enjoy....

Now, we’ve seen silly shows like married at first sight. Now imagine this. You awaken in the usual room. Naked as always except for the steel collar around your neck. You were put up for auction and four men have met the price. You will get to choose which man wins you, and gets to keep you. A description of each man, and a single picture is included. The description is made up from the research that has been done on each man. They have seen pics of you, and you fit their desires. You yourself have not spoken to any of them....

Option A) This man, is incredibly handsome, and physically is a like an Adonis. He appears strong an virile, which he is. He has no experience with ownership, and the overwhelming evidence, is that he is a very weak Dom. In the end, you might actually end up owning him.

Option B) This man is the exact opposite. He is very ugly, not fit at all. He is incredibly wealthy and powerful. You would live in the lap of luxury. However, he is very cruel by nature. While he has owned people before, it never ends well, and we have no idea what happened to some of them. He is very busy, and will likely not have much time for using you, but when he does, there will be absolutely no pleasure for you.

Option C) This man owns numerous slaves. He is reasonably attractive, and is a strong dominant. You would exist as one of many, used infrequently. You would live in a harem type of situation. There isn’t any actual alpha in the group, but there is in a sense, as his newest Acquisition you would naturally be at the bottom. You could probably work your way up though.....

Option D) This man is older, (I’ll use myself as the model) he’s 55, he is single. Not rich, but not poor. He works hard, and wants a slave to serve him, and make his life better. He will treat you well, but will also use you hard. He is a Sadist, but it’s not his defining quality, if that makes sense. He’s 6’4” weighs around 300 lbs. he is very strong, and does have a belly. You may or may not find him physically attractive. You will be his only slave, and he is not into sharing his property. In this case, he is not actually me. Don’t choose this option to appease me.

You will be given a time limit to choose, if you fail to choose, one will be chosen for you. As always this game is gender neutral, and open to all. I hope it will make you think! Have fun little cunts.

As per usual, please respond in asks, or DMs.

Door A pleaaase 🙏

Good Friday morning little cunts. It’s been a long week for me, and it’s not over yet, so we’ll make today’s game simple.

As always the game is gender neutral, and anyone can play. Answers in asks or DMs please.

You wake up, once again in a darkened room, naked. There are only two doors today, and the usual note, it reads....

Hello cunt. Welcome to your new life of service. Today you will choose, how you will be used for the first week, of your new existence.

Door A. If you choose this door, you will be tied up in a sitting position, and blindfolded. There will be a spider gag keeping your mouth hole open. You will be available for any use by any of our members, but your mouth only. We do mean, any use. You will be face fucked, pissed in, spit in etc. You may also be slapped, punched etc. It’s only for a week, but it will be nasty. You will be kept like this, 20 hours a day, for the week.

Door B. You will be strapped to a table, and only your bottom, will extend through a divider wall. Your pussy or cock, and your ass will be fully exposed. You will be available to all our members for use. Any use. Similar to above but possibly worse. Once again you will be in this position 20 hours a day, for the week.

You have 5 minutes to decide, or we’ll choose for you.

OK little cunts, you’re welcome for an easy one.... 😈

It tried to swallow it all as it knew it would be its only meal of the day. Looks like it didn’t do a very good job. I guess we will have to try again tomorrow

Heavy shackles. Iron cage. Iron box.

Good night.

#No Escape Now

Her Pet Cuckold (NSFW 18+ Erotica)

Jess looked down at her boyfriend kneeling in front of her. His soft, dark hair was quite messy and he looked up at her with an adorable smile on his face, as he usually did when he had just finished eating her pussy. He loved eating her out, since he was pussy free from now on it was the closest he ever actually got to sex. 

She smoothed out her skirt and leaned down to tussle his hair. “That was wonderful cuckold, you have such a talented tongue” she said, making his smile even brighter than it was. He loved her praise, he craved it. “Leave that mess on your face, it’s cute. Almost like I gave you a facial” Jess giggled. She walked over to the nightside table and pulled something out, hiding it behind her back. “I have a treat for you, something new to wear tonight when you drive me to my bulls… would you like to see?” 

“Yes please” he replied, nodding frantically. As she walked back he noticed what sounded like a metal chain rubbing together. Jess took her time before she showed it to him, she wanted this first time to be special. She got close to him so he could smell her perfume, walked slowly around him in a circle, letting her soft thighs rub against his cheek and touching his chest with her fingertips. She leaned down and whispered “you’re going to be a good boy for me tonight… right pet?” 

“Of course Miss, always.” He looked a little confused, she had never called him that before. But he knew better than to question her by now. Jess smiled and showed him her new purchase, holding it at his level so he could see. It was a pink and blue dog collar, and a short chain leash. She was dangling the leash in front of him and he could see her hands wrapped around a bright pink leather handle on the other end. “This is yours cucky”

“I’m sorry Miss, I don’t understand” he looked at her curiously, confused.

“It’s for you! I’m going to put this pretty, pink collar on your neck, nice and tight. I’m going to snap this leash to it. And I’m going to walk you like a dog into my bull’s house. You’ll sit on your knees by the bed while he fucks me, and I’ll hold your leash while you watch” she giggled at the horrified look on his face. “What’s wrong cuck? You’re my bitch, I own you and I think it’s only fair that I put a collar on my property. So you can wipe that look off your face now and accept it, or I can call my bull and get him to come over to put it on you. Do you want that?” 

He whimpered and shook his head, Jess knew exactly how to manipulate him. It was too easy. “That’s what I thought. Now let’s get you dressed!” Jess unbuckled the collar and quickly wrapped it around his neck, quite skillfully. She walked behind him and fastened it, cinching it tight and securing the strap. It felt unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. He couldn’t forget it was there with how tight she had put it on. Finally she walked in front of him again and snapped the leash on the ring. 

Still holding on to the other end of the leash, she took a step back and admired him. “You look so pretty puppy! I love that color on you, so feminine and delicate. Now, bend over and kiss my feet and thank me like a good boy” she said, pointing at her toes. He leaned down but stopped just above her feet, as she jerked hard on the leash causing him to yelp in pain. She laughed hard, still tugging on the leash keeping him just inches above her toes. “Nice to know that works! Okay, go ahead now, you can kiss them” giving him a little slack to bend the rest of the way. He caught his breath again and said in a pathetically quiet voice “thank you for my new collar Miss.”

“You’re welcome cucky” she said smiling brightly down at him. “Now crawl beside me like a good dog while I walk you to the car. I’ll call my Bull on the way and ask him to put a little bowl on the floor with some water in it for you, aren’t I nice?” She gave a gentle tug on the leash and started walking towards the door.

“Yes Miss!” He replied, moving to his hands and knees and crawling beside her. He couldn’t believe it, but he was actually getting excited for tonight. She was right, he really was just her pet cuckold.

Whatever It Takes Part 4 - Help is on the way?

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After a weekend of getting off Ms. Grayson in more perverted and disturbing ways, Hannah then had the humiliation of being driven in to work by the woman each day. Always bunched up in the trunk of her car, Ms. Grayson would check the coast was clear before letting Hannah scurry out, and race into the building to prepare Ms. Grayson's coffee and ensure she was kneeling by her desk while her boss strolled in casually. The first few days proved tough but she soon found she could do it fast enough if she ran the stairs instead of waiting for the lift.

It was on the Thursday that week though that things got interesting. While Hannah was on her lunch break her work best friend Lara stormed up to Ms. Grayson's office, and after knocking twice strolled in, surprising Ms. Grayson.

"I don't have an appointment with anyone in the finance department in my diary, you can't just storm in here like you own the place dear." Ms. Grayson put down her fork and looked the woman up and down. She had always admired Lara, hard working, well dressed, professional, a little dull for sure, but not bad to look at. Too bad Ms. Grayson couldn't get her where she wanted, the girl was engaged to a long term boyfriend and seemed as straight as an arrow.

"It's Lara" Lara said confidently "I'm here to talk about Hannah." She stepped confidently toward Ms. Grayson, she was sick of watching Hannah be a ditzy secretary all week and wanted answers.

"Oh. I'm not at liberty to discuss employment contracts with other staff members, you must know that sweetie." Ms. Grayson deflected, and gave a fake little smile to the young finance manager.

"You've done something to her, and I want to know what." Lara was standing by the desk now, she felt her nostrils flare.

Ms. Grayson was getting annoyed, this girl would be a pain if she kept sticking her nose in where it was unwanted, but then a devious idea came to mind.

"Listen darling, if you want to find out what's going on, why don't you invite little Hannah over to yours some time, I can't possibly dictate what she says to you out of work, and you can be satisfied knowing the truth from that little horses mouth. Now... trot along."

Lara felt fresh anger at the dismissal, but left, planning to do exactly as Ms. Grayson said and get to the bottom of this. Once Lara left the office Ms. Grayson picked up the phone to her friend in the IT department and made a unique request, she was assured it would be relatively simple and they would have the USB stick ready within the hour. Ms. Grayson grinned, she loved how eager those boys were to please her. After lunch and her special delivery she called Hannah to her office and explained the visit from Lara.

"Now Hannah, your little friend will probably invite you over for drinks this weekend. She wants to find out all your dirty little secrets, you don't want her to know what a needy slut you are do you?"

"No Mistress" replied Hannah.

"Good, now I want you to accept the invite, you will go see Lara, and explain how stressful you found the job, how stupid you felt and how you're much happier now. If you fuck up I'll make sure you pay for it dearly, understood?"

Hannah nodded eagerly, even if she had to lie she was so happy for a weekend out of that house, away from that evil woman. It had been bad enough watching video clips on Saturday of people taking all her stuff from her old apartment, hearing the money had been transferred to this evil bitch. She had cried herself to sleep thinking she will never get a chance away from this woman.

"Oh and one more thing", the woman added, picking up a non-descriptive innocuous USB stick and thrusting it into Hannah's palm. "You're to take this USB and plug it into all of Lara's computers you find. Do it undetected. If you fail then don't bother showing up again, you'll be dead to me."

"Mistress?" said Hannah, confused at the purpose.

"Don't question me bimbo, these are things you won't understand, just think of it as me helping you keep your sordid little secrets private. Just plug the USB in, wait until you here 3 distinct bleeps, unplug it and go. Got it?"

Hannah didn't really get it, but if it meant Ms. Grayson wouldn't tell her dirty secrets to Lara then she was happy to play this game. She left the office with a slight spring in her step, hanging out with Lara would be nice, just so long as the girl didn't grill her too much on the changes at work she could finally enjoy herself.

Later that day Hannah got a ping on her phone, a text from Lara. At the same time Ms. Grayson's phone also received a notification, letting her know the tracking software installed on Hannah's phone had picked up a message. She opened it up to read it and grinned mischievously.

Hey Hannah,

Soz for the text, didn't want that bitch of a boss knowing we are talking. Listen I really wanna catch up about things, I feel rude for how I acted last week when I found out your job changes. Took me by surprise is all. Anyways, cocktails round mine on Saturday? Tom is out of town on business so it will just us girlies! :) your Best Finance Friend - Lara xx

Hannah was quick to reply and they arranged a time, Hannah made it as early as possible, opting for 12pm, eager not to spend any Saturday in the clutches of Ms. Grayson. She knew she couldn't dare tell Lara they now lived together, so would have to be careful, but there was no way she could resist the urge to chat about normal stuff with someone again.

Saturday rolled around, and Hannah picked the least bimbo looking outfit in her wardrobe, it was from her work selection, as her home selection was reduced to slutty dresses and microskirts. The dress was still a little short, and the blouse a little tight, but it wasn't the worst, and Ms. Grayson was kind enough to let her scale back her makeup, lending the poor girl some more natural toned lipstick, eye shadow and mascara. Hannah was truly thankful to Ms. Grayson who was being extra attentive that morning, reminding Hannah of the importance of the USB and checking Hannah had good enough answers to any questions Lara asked.

"Good girl, now be back here before 10pm, take your time, have fun." Ms. Grayson kissed Hannah seductively before pushing her out the door as the taxi pulled up.

Hannah arrived at Lara's place at jut gone 12, apologising profusely for being 2 minutes late, a fact that Lara unlike Hannah's boss, had no care about at all. Lara welcomed her inside, took her coat and got her settled in the front room, fetching them both a Mimosa to start.

The drinks flowed and Lara began to ask more and more about Hannah's career choice, but Hannah just jokingly played it off, saying how stressed she had been and how right now she just needed a step into something more comfortable. The more Hannah told it the easier the lie became, and after a while Lara stopped pressing her, and they talked about movies and Lara's wedding plans with Tom.

Hours flew by and after spilling a tiny drop of drink on herself Hannah reached into her purse to grab a napkin and spotted the USB stick. Shit, she thought, realising she would need to get this odd task done for her Mistress to avoid being utterly ruined. She sneaked it into her palm and excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Lara smiled, busy dancing to Taylor Swift and making them both mojitos in the kitchen she shouted out the directions for the bathroom. Hannah thanked her friend and headed in the general direction, checking each doorway along the way in the hunt for any electronic devices.

Hannah made her way upstairs and saw the bathroom in front of her. She then turned to the right and saw the door to Lara's bedroom ajar, and there on the bed was a laptop. Hannah felt blood rush to her head, as adrenaline kicked in. She had no real idea what she was about to do, part of her was reluctant, knowing it was unlikely to be a good thing for Lara. She hesitated for a moment, before reminding herself that if she failed she would have nothing, and pressed herself forward. Tiptoeing she got up to the bed, lifted the screen and watched the password screen flash up with Lara's pretty face on the icon. She plugged in the USB device and heard the familiar sound effect to say the device was recognised by the computer. The hard drive seemed to whirr for what felt like an eternity, and Hannah silently willed it to hurry up. Then just like that the fan died down and 3 audible electronic beeps could be heard. Hannah unplugged the device and went to the bathroom.

On her way out she noticed a small study across the upstairs hallway, and taking a moment to poke her head down the stairs she realised Lara was still busy dancing and stirring cocktails. Hannah took another deep breath and headed into the study. She noticed on the left a huge bookshelf with some fantastic novels as well as encyclopedias and travel journals, and on the right a desktop computer sat idle. Moving the mouse brought it to life and she saw this must be Tom's work computer from the lock screen. Hannah again popped the USB stick in a front port, and this time had to wait very little time for the 3 beeps, clearly the more powerful machine had run whatever was on this USB much faster. Satisfied Hannah quickly left, taking a moment to ensure she hadn't missed anything in the other guest room upstairs.

Hannah quickly headed back downstairs, satisfied with herself and rejoined Lara in the kitchen after hiding the USB back in her drawer, just in time to be passed one of the best Mojitos she had ever tasted.

Across town Ms. Grayson was enjoying a bottle of red wine on her couch as her friend Ms. Parker sent video files of Lucy's first day on the job, the poor secretary 's mouth busy between the woman's thighs licking hungrily as the camera was pointed in her face.

Just then Ms. Grayson's phone rang, with the ID listing her contact in the IT department.

"Hi Ms. Grayson, sorry to bother you on the weekend, but you told me to inform you when any new devices were added to the EagleEye software I sorted for you. Just letting you know two new machines are now connected to it, you can access them through that link I sent you. Won't be much use until someone logs in and the keyloggers can do their thing, but in the meantime it's transferring all the hard drive data to your private servers. Hope this helps solve your suspected fraud issue."

Ms. Grayson grinned and slipped a finger between her legs as she watched another video of juicy Lucy being abused. What a delightful weekend.

Hannah arrived back home at 9pm, a little drunk, and shivered as Ms. Grayson embraced her warmly.

"Darling, you're home, wonderful. And you did such a good job for me yes?" Hannah confirmed what the woman already knew. "Wonderful, wonderful, you've earned yourself a lovely reward, tonight you can sleep on the end of my bed once you've given me one of those special kisses I do adore."

Hannah gulped. She knew the special kisses involved Hannah's tongue on Ms. Grayson's clit, but the prospect of a bed instead of that cage was most welcome, so she did her best to show gratitude.

"Thank you Mistress, you're too kind."

With that Ms. Grayson had the girl strip and fetch her collar, then leashed her and lead her up to her room to give her orgasm after orgasm as she waited excitedly for the next part of her plan to fall into place.

Lara was feeling incredibly merry as she dragged herself up to bed. She checked her phone and saw a message from Tom and decided to be a little naughty. She switched on her laptop, intending to send him one of the naughty videos she had taken earlier, now stored securely on her private cloud account. As she logged in a pop-up in the bottom corner read 'Unknown device removed successfully'. Thinking nothing of it she closed it, opened her emails and attached a saucy video of her teasing the camera in her favourite lingerie.

Then she bit her lip as she messaged her Fiance.

Tom, can you take a look at the email I just sent, think this will be important for your trip. xxx

Ms. Grayson's laptop, sitting on the desk of her study began receiving data files and screenshots, with a notification lighting up on the EagleEye app.

The next day was Sunday, a day Hannah dreaded. She was expected to do chores. Polishing the floor, dusting, doing the washing. Ms. Grayson seemed in a good mood as Hannah made her breakfast, still naked apart from the collar around her neck. Her Mistress was in a black satin robe that clung to her curves sensually. She was holding her laptop as she skipped past Hannah before settling herself on her large comfy couch and switching the laptop on.

Hannah brought her some toast and a mug of coffee, then knelt as asked, head bowed so Ms. Grayson could use her as a footrest as she nibbled on the toast and fired up the EagleEye app.

The hard drives were still uploading to the cloud servers, and once they were done Ms. Grayson would send them to her lawyer for analysis. Under the guise she was investigating fraud she would ask if any dirt could be found. Her lawyer had access to an excellent digital forensics team so she was hoping there might be some kind of thread to pull on that would unravel little Lara.

In the meantime though she saw Hannah's little betrayal mission had paid off already, the app showed screenshots of Lara's laptop sending what appeared to be an explicit video stored on a cloud server. Opening up the keylogging doc revealed exactly what username and password she would need to access it. Just minutes later, Ms. Grayson dropped her toast back on the plate as she was met with a treasure trove of smut. Videos and photos of Lara, posing in various stages of undress, being used, sucking what she assumed was her fiance's cock, being taken from behind by Tom, playing with herself.

Ms. Grayson let out a moan as she quickly hit download on the images. "Oh Hannah, look oh look, come on, head up, look what a lovely gift you gave me yesterday."

Hannah felt Ms. Grayson lift her feet off the girl's back and raised her head to look as the woman span her laptop round and hit play on a video file. Hannah let out a gasp as she watched Lara, legs spread, masturbating to the camera, her face in crystal clear focus as she moaned through her performance.

"No... what did you do?" Hannah felt dizzy.

"Me? Oh no, all you darling, you gave me little Lara on a plate, aren't you happy? You've made Mistress soooo wet."

Hannah looked down in shame, she had delivered her friend into this woman's evil clutches, she had to warn her somehow. It would have to wait until work on Monday, when she could slip her a note or something without Ms. Grayson noticing.

All through Sunday Hannah's boss could be heard giggling as her laptop pinged with notifications. Ms. Grayson would watch as another website login was acquired, and soon she had access to Lara's life, with everything from her online banking to her travel air miles loyalty points. The control was delicious, and kept the woman constantly aroused. Hannah was constantly being pulled off chores to service her, each time receiving detailed reports of what Ms. Grayson had discovered. "Did you know little Lara was planning a big wedding in the Bahamas? She's looking at hotels right now" or "Oh my naughty Lara, ordering some new lingerie to impress your man? I do look forward to you posing in that for me." Hannah just licked and lapped, hoping the woman would get bored of prying into her poor friends life.

At some point the hard drive upload completed, and Ms. Grayson fired off an email to her lawyer with the links and a request to report on any anomalies found as soon as possible. She wasn't expecting anything, but any leverage she could get she would most certainly use for the next part of her plan.

Next she messaged her IT department expert, and requested Lara's work laptop be added to EagleEye. This was apparently super easy, as the company had tools already for monitoring and accessing work property, so it was just moments later that Ms. Grayson gained access to it. With a smile she launched the file manager, and began queuing up a selection of files, that would move to Lara's work PC the moment she went online with it. Satisfied for the evening, she took Hannah to her cage and locked her in, then went up to her room to sleep and dream of all the ways the next part of her plan would go down.

Monday at work was hell for Hannah. While almost everything was improving - with no one bothering her at all now about her place and her duties being straight forward, she kept trying to find a way to get Lara in private, with no such luck. She hastily scrawled a note simply saying 'You need to get out. Now.' and left it on Lara's desk, before quickly returning to her own.

When Lara spotted it she looked around, unsure who sent it at first or how immediate the supposed danger was. She looked over at Hannah, but Hannah was busying herself in her work, she didn't want Lara trying to talk to her about it here where Ms. Grayson could notice.

Ms. Grayson was busy most of the day talking to her lawyer, who let her know the forensics team were scouring the data as they spoke but had found nothing so far in the obvious places. The woman was not too worried, she didn't need that part of her plan to work for a success, but she held out inviting Lara in for a chat until she was sure.

Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty 'normal' by all accounts of the word's meaning now, although Hannah had heightened anxiety. On Wednesday evening however, something interesting happened. Ms. Grayson was browsing her laptop when the EagleEye tool pinged a notification. 30, then 40, then 50 files were being deleted from Tom's desktop machine all at once. She raised an eyebrow as the total hit 62, and tried to open them to no avail. Shit, she thought, worried she might miss something and quickly hit stop on the auto clone backup of the hard drives. Whatever was gone she wanted copies. She noted down the file extension paths for all 62 files (luckily most were the same and appeared to be emails from a similar directory) and then she quickly forwarded the info to her lawyer. Her heart began to race, had she found something?

The next day Ms. Grayson was at work when her lawyer called. Hannah had just finished her morning routine and was leaving the office when she picked up on the excitement in her boss' voice and panicked. She needed to find Lara, right now.

"So you see Ms. Grayson, their attempt to delete the files gave us a bright 'look over here' beacon. Looks like Lara has been helping Tom with some questionable tax loopholes."

"I see" Ms. Grayson licked her lips, sensing her hunt was about to get a kill "questionable but still lawful, or..."

"oh no, they're trying to use a pretty clever loophole around multi-income homes, but due to Tom's freelance work they are under valuating the finances he earns. Hard to prove if they had deleted the files and covered it up with some clever accounting, but luckily you caught that. There's emails with both of them discussing his income and then some deleted invoices, my guess is he's going to recreate these with new dates on them to ensure they get a better tax bracket. It's fraud Ms. Grayson."

Ms. Grayson nearly came right there. The other part of her plan was now nothing compared to this juicy information. She thanked her Lawyer and asked for a report with all incriminating files as soon as possible. The lawyer promised it within the hour.

Hannah was walking fast, Lara wasn't at her desk, which panicked her more, but she decided it was likely a good thing, she could pin her friend down somewhere quiet and have more time to warn her. She found Lara in the canteen, eating lunch with a few other finance execs.

"Lara we need to go now" Hannah said firmly, and Lara just shook her head.

"Listen, if your boss wants to talk to me tell her she can wait until after my lunch, she's not my direct line manager, she doesn't have any control over me." Lara smiled softly after saying this while all Hannah could think was she controls a lot more than you think.

"Please Lara, it's not her, I really need to talk to you." Hannah practically begged, and Lara noticed the girl was visibly shaking. Lara's mood softened.

"OK let's go, just say where." Lara then followed Hannah to a stairwell. Once Hannah checked it was clear she issued her frantic warning.

"Listen Lara, you need to go, you need to get out of this company. You need to run, Ms. Grayson is -"

Lara tried to cut her off "I knew it, what's that bitch done, I'm gonna get her so bad, did she make you move? She blackmailing you?" Lara had a hundred questions of her own, but all this did was frustrate Hannah.

"Yes, no look, stop worrying about me, worry about yourself, ever since you got on her radar she's been after you, I don't know what she's done but you're running out of time. Please, save yourself."

Lara ignored Hannah, she felt her own blood boil. This bitch had broken one of her best friends, had humiliated the girl into taking some weird secretary role way below her skill set, and now was trying to what? dickwave herself at Lara to show power. Fuck that.

Lara stormed past Hannah, heading directly to Ms. Grayson's office, as Hannah chased after, trying to stop her.

Moments later Ms. Grayson's door barged open, no courtesy knock this time, as Lara strutted menacingly over to the desk.

"Ms. Phillips, need I remind you not to barge in without an appointment, again I see no calendar invite, I do hope this doesn't become a weekly occurrence." Ms. Grayson sneered.

Lara Phillips could not have been more angry at that point.

"No you listen here missy. I know you did something to Hannah here, this isn't her, she's not a bimbo. She doesn't dress in pink heels or wear bright pink lipstick, so whatever little blackmail you've got going on you can stop it right now and give her old job back." Lara's hands begun to shake with the fury, which was only made worse by Ms. Grayson's smile turning almost predatory in response.

"My my my, hear that Hannah?" Hannah, who had followed Lara all the way in to the office, looked down at her feet sheepishly. "Little Lara here thinks you look like a stupid bimbo. I am inclined to agree, but Lara, you wave the word blackmail around with so little proof. That's a wild accusation, where is your evidence?"

Lara faltered, Hannah had all but admitted it right? She turned to Hannah, who couldn't even look her friend in the eye.

"Hannah said -" Lara started, before Ms. Grayson raised an eyebrow and interjected "Oh did she now? What pray tell, did Hannah say hmm?" Ms. Grayson leaned back in her chair, savouring the moment as she mentally began to circle her prey.

"She told me to run from you, told me it was too late for her and to save myself. I'm not scared of you, you evil psychopathic bitch." Lara felt good getting the words out. Hannah blushed behind her, knowing full well that this wasn't her moment of rescue, that there would be consequences for trying to warn Lara.

Ms. Grayson let out a laugh, almost like a cackle, before standing up from her desk, imposing her taller height on Lara, who nervously took a step back.

"As I suspected, no evidence. Little lost Lara, let me explain something. When you want to get your way in life, you use leverage. That leverage can come in all shapes and sizes, and usually requires evidence. For example you coming in here accusing me of blackmailing poor Hannah here, who might just get her rocks off playing as my dumb bimbo secretary. No evidence, no leverage, you have nothing, therefore you don't get your way."

Lara felt her stomach drop in dread, but said nothing as Ms. Grayson walked around the desk and stood inches from her, continuing her monologue.

"Compare that to what I have. I have a selection of video files found on company property, on the laptop of one Ms. Lara Phillips. Now Lara, need I remind you it is against company policy to have pornography of any kind on work property? And yet our corporate security team found these."

Ms. Grayson spun her work laptop around and hit play as Lara felt herself freeze up. On the screen was a video of her masturbating. Ms. Grayson pushed a button, up popped Lara sucking her fiancee's cock complete with sounds.

"You... how?... what the fuck..." Lara felt giddy.

"Quite the performance little lady, I can't deny, I got a little turned on watching you rub that needy little slit for the camera. But there's a time and a place for such perversions, and work I'm afraid, is not it."

Ms. Grayson was now inches from Lara's face, Lara could smell her perfume, could feel the woman's breath on her ear as she almost seductively whispered the last part of the sentence.

Lara was confused, angry, and scared. "I never put them on there, I wouldn't, someone... you... you set me up!" Lara's lip was trembling.

"Evidence dear, evidence, what was the point in me talking so much if it just goes in one ear out the other. On the contrary, this evidence is now with corporate security, who will investigate to the full extent, and I'm afraid, it's not looking good for you.

"Please", Lara couldn't believe it, she was being set up. She needed this job, she couldn't believe she had ignored Hannah. She should have run, even if it was too late, she didn't want to give this evil bitch the satisfaction of lording it over her in this office. "What... what do you want?" she gulped as she asked.

"Ahh see now we are getting somewhere. But I am afraid things are not so simple with your case. You see, I do hate when people go prying into my business, like you went prying with Hannah here. She belongs to me, dear - and I protect my property. So I figured I might have to do a little prying of my own to nip this all in the bud."

Lara's ears were ringing and it took every part of her to remain focused and stop from throwing up.

"I found a way to look into my little problem girl Lara, and what did I find, besides a camera happy whore?"

Lara hated where this was going, this woman was dangerous, and she had underestimated her completely.

"You don't know? Oh I think you do, you and Tom have been getting very creative with your taxes hmm... so sweet how you are helping him commit fraud. Such a lovely couple, do you think he will find a lover as pretty as you in prison Lara?"

Lara fell to her knees sobbing. "H-how... what... what have you done?"

"Me? Oh Lara I've done nothing but report the truth. I suspect you and your husband to be will have a knock from the authorities this evening, maybe you can have one last meal together before they come? Maybe suck his cock like you do so well in this video." Ms. Grayson laughed again.

"As for how", she continued, "my new secretary proved quite the little spy for me when she went to yours last weekend. A few trojan tools installed and your whole world was mine. Say thank you to Hannah for that."

The betrayal felt like a punch to her gut. Hannah knelt by Lara, tears of her own streaming down her cheeks as she tried to console her friend. "Lara I - she didn't give me a choice, I told you, this is how she gets you. I couldn't..."

"Oh shh Hannah, stop blabbering both of you. I'm not so cruel as to just send your friend and her fiance off to prison, after all what have I been talking about all this time?" Ms. Grayson slowly walked around the girls as they knelt and sobbed together.

"Leverage" Laura spat, the rage returning. She didn't blame Hannah, as much as it hurt, she was all to aware now how deviant this woman was. All her anger was focused at Ms. Grayson, who was enjoying every moment of the girl's battle with emotions.

"Exactly, see, you're learning. Leverage. Which brings us back to what I want Lara. And I'm afraid you might not like the answer."

Lara panted, trying to control her breathing, trying to resist the urge to jump up and beat the living shit out of this maniac.

Ms. Grayson felt her own panties slicken with each new moment of this girl's taming. Watching Lara's flame slowly extinguish as she became more passive was oh so delicious.

"For so long now, I've wanted a live at home slave. Someone so totally... leveraged... that she will do anything and everything, that she will throw her entire life away just to serve me, for fear of the consequences."

Hannah looked up at this point, knowing now how much worse things were about to get.

"Hannah here came pretty close. The little bimbo made the mistake of begging me for a job and being so desperate to get it she would humiliate and expose herself. It backfired sure, but Hannah can still leave. She might not have a career wherever she goes, but she can try to rebuild her life. A few humiliating photos be damned. Isn't that right girly?"

Hannah realised she was being spoken to and nodded "Yes... Mistress." No point hiding Ms. Grayson's title now.

"The thing with Hannah though, is deep down, she enjoys it. She was soaking wet when I first tied her up, and lead her into a room full of people to lick cum off my floor, weren't you?"

Hannah again nodded, feeling her cheeks flush as Lara looked at her with disgust and confusion.

"So you see Lara, Hannah here would probably have been enough for me, a dumb bimbo I could control who is never going to run away because she enjoys it just too much."

Hannah felt utterly exposed, her dirty secrets aired to the world. Sure she would never have agreed to any of this without being coaxed, but she couldn't deny the wetness between her legs at each humiliation, at each moment control was snatched from her.

"And Lara, I almost pity you" Ms. Grayson bent down and lifted Lara's chin with her hand, looking the girl in her pretty eyes. "At first all I wanted was to get enough Leverage on you to ensure you backed off. To keep you compliant. Maybe force you to move elsewhere where you couldn't meddle in my little fun with Hannah, and gosh you were so close to that being the outcome today."

Lara felt her body blush, this woman was pretending to have some level of ethics, despite how fucked up this all was. Despite the slow horror being revealed to her.

"But then my lawyer found your dirty little secret, and oh how dirty it is. Filthier even than little Hannah here's panties after a day servicing me. Not just humiliating. Incriminating."

The words sent new jolts of fear through Lara, and conversely sent jolts of pleasure through Ms. Grayson.

"You must understand how a woman with my...urges, couldn't possibly pass up such a delicious opportunity."

Lara let out a pathetic "Please...no..." as Ms. Grayson rested a heel on her shoulder, forcing Lara's face to the floor.

"Little Lara Phillips, a true straight girl. Not even a little curious about women no? And yet... what would you do to stop yourself going to prison? What would you do to stop your future husband going to prison?"

Lara felt the heel digging in to her with each mention of prison as Ms. Grayson drove her point home. Only after the silence became deafening did Lara realise the lecherous pervert was waiting for an answer.

"...anything..." the word came out of Lara's throat so tinny, it was barely audible. Ms. Grayson prodded her again with a heel.

"What's that, I couldn't quite catch it?" Ms. Grayson teased.

"A-anything" Lara said again, her will crumbling.

"Anythiiing..." Ms. Grayson replied seeming to want another word attached, and Lara, following the cue from Hannah earlier gulped as she worked out what it was.

"Anything, Mistress." Ms. Grayson removed her foot from Lara's shoulder blade at this and clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Now stand up, strip down to your lingerie and give me a show, I do so enjoy your taste in undergarments, so much more stylish than the pink skanky stuff my little bimbo here wears.

Lara began moving, peeling off her office clothes to reveal a matching bra and panties with holdups. Ms. Grayson eyed her hungrily.

"Good girl, now I am not one for patience, so from here on out you will do as I say, when I say it and say 'Yes Mistress' when you do. If I catch you trying to resist I'll just submit your evidence to the anonymous Tax investigation reporting site and watch you and Tom carted off in handcuffs. Clear?"

Lara nodded before quickly adding "Yes... Mistress".

Ms. Grayson smiled, pulling a white choker from her drawer and attaching it around the neck of her new prey before stripping down to her own lingerie.

"Hannah, be a darling and lock the door. You can sit in the corner and quietly masturbate for being such a good girl, no cumming though."

Hannah quickly stood up and obeyed, heading to the door, flicking it locked before kneeling on the floor at the back of the room and stuffing her hand down her panties as she watched the woman she called Mistress begin to have her way with her work BFF. She let out a moan loud enough that Lara noticed and looked at her friend with shock.

Ms. Grayson grabbed Lara by the hair, pushing her against a wall, pinning her arm behind her back. She gave the girl a spank on her beautiful bottom, watching it wobble in the aftershock.

"Oh Lara, don't mind Hannah, I keep her on edge so she's always this horny, don't feel ashamed, she finds your total submission attractive. I must say, I have to agree with her." Ms. Grayson whispered in Lara's ear, as her hands groped up the poor girl, who let out a frustrated cry. Maybe... if she just let this woman have her way once she could get out of here and fix this somehow.

Obediently Lara followed the woman's every instruction, falling to her knees, and learning to lick and kiss Ms. Grayson wherever she demanded, all while Hannah edged herself over and over to the sight before her.

For Ms. Grayson the feeling of controlling this unwilling victim was euphoric. She was addicted. Watching the girl's willpower shatter, she obediently learned to worship Ms. Grayson and feared for her and her fiance's freedom too much to argue. It was total control, and it gave Ms. Grayson the biggest orgasm of her life as she rode Lara's face. She pushed the finance manager back onto the floor, and collapsed in her comfy leather chair, truly sated.

Lara, dizzy from the moment, lay there catching her breath, wiping the wet smears off her face, while Hannah slowly retracted her hand from her panties, still turned on and frustrated by the lack of orgasm.

Ms. Grayson took a moment to compose herself before speaking matter of factly to Hannah. "Hannah, see to it that Ms. Phillips has a box for her things and her resignation letter submitted by the end of the day."

"Yes Mistress" nodded Hannah, who was then dismissed from the room.

"But I... I did as you asked... you can't fire me. Please." Lara was confused, the red hot shame of the act still coursing through her.

"Oh Lara, you seem to be confused. We can hardly keep some porn addicted tax fraud on the books, especially in finance, imagine if that got out! Goodness no. You are finished here. You did as I asked yes. Not to keep your job. To stop you and that fiance of yours from going to prison. And you'll continue to do as I ask, understood?"

"But..." Lara thought better of it, knowing she was truly trapped. "Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, now before you leave here's what's going to happen in order for you to avoid the orange jumpsuit or whatever they wear these days." Lara groaned.

"You're to leave Tom. You can make up whatever excuse you like, but your relationship is over. If you need help making a lie up just ask Hannah, the little slut has grown good at being a sneaky bimbo. You want him to lead a happy prison free life? It doesn't have you in the picture."

Lara felt the words sting. Reality felt like a ton of bricks being lowered on to her, she struggled to breathe.

"You have until next weekend to do this. He might not take it so bad, after all he still has a promising career ahead, unlike you."

God, Lara hated this woman so much. Such a spiteful way with words. She truly was a psychopath.

"Next Saturday I expect you at my address at 8am sharp. Hannah can give it to you. You will wear your best lingerie, and most revealing slutty outfit. That is all. Everything else will be provided by myself upon arrival. You might be jobless, but you won't be homeless, I take good care of my slaves."

Lara was then told to get dressed and get out. She left the office and was met by Hannah holding a box for her. "I'm sorry Lara... truly."

Lara looked at the sorrow in Hannah's eyes and felt her own tears begin to fall, as the two made their way to her desk to pack her things up.

Meanwhile Ms. Grayson closed her eyes, imagining all the fun she would finally have with her own permanent 24/7 slave, especially with slutty little Hannah to help train her up.

Ms. Grayson knew she would do whatever it takes to ensure Lara and Hannah remained hers forever. Whatever it takes.