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  “You’re going to belong to me from now on. I know you don’t believe me, so let’s focus on something a little easier. Would you like that?”

  More than anything, I wanted to smack Nick across the face, especially because he knew perfectly well that I couldn’t respond. He was taunting me, making me feel powerless. For a woman with her own business, it was a horribly aggravating sensation.

  Nick continued, “I’m going to touch you. I’m going to massage you until you climax for me. Would you like that? Would you like to feel my finger slide right down here?” Right as he asked, his fingertip slid down against my slit. He touched my nether lips, and I would have trembled against the feeling.

  “Just think of it. Someone could walk in at any time. What would they think? What if it was Justin? What do you think if he saw the boss getting fingered on the job?” He smirked, “Even better. Let’s show off some of your body.” I didn’t understand though my heart pounded with nervous anticipation. What was he going to do? What did he have planned for me? Although I should have focused entirely on finding the collar’s glitch, I couldn’t manage it.

  Faster than I could entirely comprehend, he pulled his hand from my skirt and yanked my blouse past my shoulders and over my head. The fuzzy material rubbed against my nose and I scrunched my eyes shut through the movement.

  He didn’t stop there.

  Nick unclasped my bra and threw it down onto the floor. I was facing the door now, topless while my skirt was loosened. The collar kept me immobile, yet a pink cloud settled along the curves of my body. Humiliation and shame pounded through my chest as I imagined someone opening that door.

  “It could be anyone,” said Nick. “Justin. Monica. Teresa. Oh, would you like to see one of the girls walk in here? Tiffany said she might stop by. You really like her, right?” I would have gritted my teeth right then. Tiffany was another employee I didn’t really like. The only reason I hadn’t fired her was because she happened to be the niece of one of my clients. Alienating customers never made for a good business practice.

  “Override: you can whisper.”

  The collar beeped and for one slivered second, I couldn’t help but admire how the collar recognized his voice. The software and hardware must have taken a lot of time. That or a brilliant design.

  Any admiration I might have felt for Nick disappeared the second he started to tease my body again. Before he could distract me, I tried to reason with him. As the head of a midsized company, I routinely negotiated. I had to put those skills to use right then. “Nick, you’ve done something incredible,” I started, “now just let me go and we can talk about drawing up some contracts.”

  Now that he had me topless, he reached for my breast and my pussy. He groped me with one hand. The other dipped down. He teased my slit, stroking and teasing me. Heat brimmed between my legs. Moisture and desire gathered, and it felt like the start of a twister swirling just beneath my skin.

  “Are you hot? Are you wet?” he whispered into my ear. To my complete mortification, I realized that this finger was getting moist as he played with me. It only got worse when Nick opted to dip his fingers between my lips. He found my clit and mercilessly teased and massaged me until whispered gasps of pleasure interrupted from the base of my throat.

  "What would your employees think?" Nick wanted to know. "You always walk around here, so professional, so high and mighty. Maybe this way, you could improve morale. Would you like that? Would you like that, boss lady? Well, whatever you feel, you should enjoy that title while it lasts. Before long, things are going to be very different."

  "Stop this. Stop it now." Under normal circumstances, I could've sounded very commanding. When most men first saw me, they usually thought that I was some dainty flower. With my bright blue eyes, ready smile, and lithe physique, I must've seemed very fragile. Of course, this is a great example of how wrong appearances can be.

  I'm strong. I'm so incredibly strong, and yet with that collar around my neck, I was forced into complete obeisance. My chest puffed forward even as he continued to play with my nipple.

  But then it got worse when he asked, "Would you like to come? Would you like to orgasm right here in my office? I mean, maybe that would be good for you. You always march around here so imperious and bossy, so you probably think you're in charge. But maybe be a better manager if you were brought down a peg or two. Would you like that? You could call it professional development."

  I should have been negotiating with him. I should've been respectful and not tried to fight so hard with my voice, and yet I couldn't help but spit out, "If you don’t take this thing off of me right now, I am going to make you pay. You are going to be in so much trouble, a world of hurt."

  Usually, this kind of threat would have knocked most of my competitors off their balance. Nick? Nope. He chuckled as though threats were nothing but jokes meant to entertain them a little more.

  “Yeah, you definitely need an orgasm. So I’m going to be a good little employee and make sure you come right here. But make sure to put this on my quarterly evaluation. Got it?” His voice dripped with sarcasm and each word amped up my frustration, my anger. He wasn’t supposed to be able to do this. He wasn't supposed to be able to see this kind of control. I was supposed to be in charge. This building and this firm belonged to me.

  I didn't get the chance to think of this injustice for much longer, not the way he was massaging me and teasing me. The onslaught came from both directions. My nipples had always been very sensitive, so his traced circles and lines along those pleasured nubs kept me fuzzy and hot with desire.

  At the same time, his other fingers continued to play with my most sensitive bits. His strokes and caresses kept me on the verge of moaning or begging for release. But I wasn't going to do that. Even as the desires swirled and built up like a tornado inside of my rib cage, there was no way I would ever yield to something so undignified or humiliating.

  Only then did it occur to me that his rhythm was steady. He wasn't trying to make me come, not yet anyway. He had a different game plan, one he was only too willing to reveal a half minute or so later.

  Resting his chin against the crook of my shoulder, Nick asked me a different question. "Would you like to play a game? Yeah, I think you would like to play games. Games are going to be very important part of your new life. But this one will be very simple. It's basically just a choice. You get to ask for your orgasm or you can get a thorough spanking right here. Because while games are going to be an important part of your life, so will punishment. You're going to need to learn how to behave properly."

  I swallowed back my rage and refused to respond right away. Hoping that would annoy him, I was soon disappointed when Nick continued, "Don’t worry. Take your time. I’m getting paid for all of this, remember? It’s nice having an hourly job. No matter how much I screw around, you have to pay me."

  Nick chuckled for a second or two before he said, "Besides, the longer you wait, the greater the chance that someone comes in here. Oh, and for the record if anyone knocks, I will invite them in." His voice dropped several decibels so I could barely hear him. But no matter how quiet he got, his promises amped up my frustration and nervousness in equal measure. "If one of your other employees should happen to stroll in here, they'll get to play with you too. Or maybe you're into that? Would you like to be put on display? Because I can make that happen. In fact, I will make that happen!”

  Another layer of anger flashed through me because he couldn't be serious. Or more specifically, I was never going to allow that to happen. Okay, so right then I didn't have an exact plan, but I was certain he wouldn't be able to do that. I simply wouldn't let it happen.

  "Pick. Begging or spanking."

  Again, I didn't respond. Rather, I focused on trying to find the glitch. I knew it had to be there. Somewhere in his software or hardware, Nick made a mistake.

  But I must have been pressing his patience because he leaned in again and said, "Come on, Jane Girl. If you don’t p
ick, I’ll have to invite someone in here. I’m sure my assistant would love to watch you come. Or how about yours? Justin would enjoy seeing these lovely breasts of yours." His voice dropped a little more, "They’re very sensitive."

  "I'll never beg," I declared with every fiber of my being.

  "Override: follow me," Nick ordered and sauntered back across his office. He took a seat in his chair behind his desk. As he moved, I moved as well. In spite of my best efforts, the caller easily prompted my compliance. Half naked and with my skirt askew, I trailed behind him like some kind of well trained animal.

  I had no idea how apt that comparison would prove later.

  But right then, he sat down, grabbed my hand, and told me across his lap. Only then did I truly realize how wet programs that become. I could feel the desire with every breath and beat of my heart. Part of me hated to even consider the idea, but I had enjoyed Nick’s tormenting touch. Now that the warmth of his fingers was gone, I almost reconsidered begging him for an orgasm.

  Almost.

  Any thought of compliance disappeared the second I found myself on his lap. My stomach and abdomen pressed against Nick’s thighs. Even more embarrassing, I could feel his excitement too. He was playing with me, mocking me, and there wasn’t anything I could do. When I tried to shove myself off of his lap, I found my limbs unwilling to respond. The programming he put into the collar was incredible.

  Thoughts of how smart this guy could be vanished the instant he spanked me. Even through my skirt and panties, the slap of his palm on my rump stung. It hurt more than I could have ever expected, especially since I hadn’t been disciplined like this since elementary school or earlier.

  "Since you enjoy sending out the silly memos about how we should always go above and beyond, I think we should double your challenge. That makes sense, doesn't it?" I thought he would keep talking, but instead Nick smacked my but one, two, three, four, five times until I could barely breathe through the stinging burn in my buttocks. But then he stopped and slid his hand up my skirt and under my panties.

  "So hot," Nick said, referring to the literal heat printing through my skin. After this spanking, I might not have been able to sit easily for couple days. "I'm going to pet you, and then you're going to beg for that orgasm. And you better do a good job or will have to go back to the discipline. You don't really want that, do you?"

  He stroked my tormented butt cheeks for several seconds. And in those moments, I almost lost myself. Yes, I knew I should have focused on the anger and rage and pain. That would have made it easier to concentrate, yet somehow the flare of pleasure was too much. He patted me as though I were a puppy sprawled out on his lap and it almost felt really good. Good enough to forget about the other indignities he already heaped upon me.

  “Ready to beg?” he asked, except he didn’t give me the chance! He yanked his hand free from my skirt in one moment then slapped it back down against my butt in the next. Each crack of his palm on my buttocks made me burn up with embarrassment and shame.

  Worse, I realized how loud those spanks really were. What if someone heard? What if one of Nick’s friends decided to walk in here to find out what was happening?

  “I’ll beg!” I cried out with a panted whisper. My usually pale cheeks must have been bright red. I couldn’t help myself. With this damned collar locked around my neck, it felt as though my body had turned against me.

  No, Nick had enslaved it. He had taken by body but no my mind, so I could continue to fight him. And the second I freed myself, he would be in so, so, so much trouble!

  Nick held his hand over my ass as he waited for me to start. If I hesitated much longer, he would resume the spanking, thus upping the chance of someone wandering into his office with some inane question or to investigate the sound of that spanking noise.

  Wishing for some other solution, I fought down my ego because this was something that had to be done. I didn’t get a choice, and if I could keep him from attracting any more attention, then that was to my advantage. Using that fragile excuse, I felt my lips tighten as though I had just bitten into something extremely sour.

  “Please, please let me come.”

  “You can do better than that,” he said and followed it up with two more hot spankings. Each blow practically made me hop. I seethed but remained there on his lap, limp and easily controlled. Against a life filled with accomplishments, Nick had quickly and easily turned me into this. Bright, hot shame blossomed in my chest.

  “Please, please, Nick, please let me come! Please, I need it. You’re right, okay? Is that what you want to hear me say? Do you want me to admit that I’m a cold bitch, and I need a guy like you to make me all hot and wet?” The words sprang out, an avalanche of shame and frustration combined together.

  “You do need it,” he said. “But you’re not going to use my name anymore.”

  “What?” I squeaked. “Alright. I won’t use your name.” I hoped he would stop there. He didn’t need to say anything else. He didn’t need to make me address him any differently, especially if we were alone.

  But, of course, he insisted on something else, “From now on, you call me your Master. Understand?” I could hear the capitalization.

  “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  He spanked me three more times. When he finished, my butt cheeks radiated heat beneath my silk panties and skirt. Puffing air from my nostrils, I could almost breathe fire. I stared so hard at the floor that I imagined myself burning a hole into the next floor down. Of course, those flights of fancy did nothing to help me in my current predicament.

  “C’mon, puppy girl, tell me what you’re going to do from now on.”

  Puppy girl? That made no sense to me, but I had other issues to consider. Doing my best to keep the scorn from my voice, I sneered, “Fine. I’ll call you Master from now on.”

  “Good girl. And why will you do that?” he taunted. Nick was baiting me again, giving me the chance to defy or resist him, which in turn would offer him the flimsy excuse he required to hit my vulnerable butt again and again.

  “I’ll call you Master because you told me to. And because you can control me.” Those words were simply meant to placate him, yet once they hit the air, I couldn’t help but acknowledge how true they had become.

  “That’s right. Override: remove the rest of your clothes.”

  “What?” I said, completely appalled even as the collar beeped again and seized control of my nervous system. I clambered off of Nick’s lap while he held his hands back, giving me all of the room I needed.

  Back on my feet, I slipped out of my skirt, peeled off my panties and stood before him, utterly naked. Since I had completed the command, I tried to move. Maybe that would prove to be the mistake he made, except the collar seemed to revert back to its previous mandate which meant I wasn’t allowed to move.

  “Override: do a little spin for me. Hold up your arms.” The collar beeped twice more, acknowledging this man as my Master.

  Biting my tongue, I kept myself from spraying Nick with every single bit of profanity I knew. Seething, I barely managed to control myself. Insulting this man wouldn’t help my cause. Besides, I needed to concentrate on discovering the hole in his program. It had to be there. I just had to keep looking.

  Even as I fought back my humiliated rage, the collar retook control of my body. I raised my body and turned around for him, slowly. As I moved, I couldn’t help but noticed how the cool, office conditioned air felt against my now open and exposed pussy. I must have been glistening, though I refused to actually look.

  Nick obviously didn’t share those compunctions because he got up and circled around me. He looped his arms around my waist and held me. “You look really good naked. But I think you’ll be even hotter on your hands and knees. I’m going to make you crawl. I’m going to make you bark.”

  I didn’t understand, so I didn’t dare utter a single word. In fact, I didn’t make any sounds. To be honest, I was too nervous someone would come in and find me
naked with his arms around me like this. My reputation would be ruined in one fell swoop.

  Nick hand moved down the length of my waist until he found the warmly wet spot right between my thighs. Swallowing, I didn't know what to do or how to react. Paralysis settled down on me like an entirely different kind of restraint. Part of me needed to shout for him to stop. He was about to take advantage of me in the most humiliating and degrading way possible.

  Nick wanted to make me orgasm against my will. He wanted to humiliate me with pleasure, to rob me, his boss, of all control. Worse, he intended to make me enjoy it.

  But at the same time, I wanted it. I wanted it so badly. I wanted to feel the rush of pleasure and delight. No, I didn't really want it. I needed it. It was something that my instincts cried out for. This was more than a craving, more than desire. It was something carnal and primal and desperate all of the same time.

  His fingers dipped between my lips. He found my clitoris with the ease of someone familiar with my body. Whispering against my ear, he started to touch me. "This is just the start, Jane. I know you don't believe me. I know you think I'm lying or arrogant. I'm sure you're trying to come up with hundreds of excuses for yourself why you haven't been able to overcome the collar, but guess what? It's not coming off. You're going to bark, crawl, and fetch for me. You're going to learn to beg and play at my feet and all starts right now."

  As he made his plans for me, the first orgasm rippled through me small, no less intense. My eyes slid shut and I scrunched them closed tighter and tighter as a second orgasm exploded through me. Nick should've stopped right then. With my frantically whispered gasps of delight, it was obvious that he was making me, once then twice.

  But he kept at it. He teased my slit, stroking and petting me. He alternated rhythms. Nick’s fingers darted quickly, then slowed down, leaving me waiting for more, never knowing what he would do next.

  Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow. Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow! I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. Those first two orgasms drained me, but he kept going, and I was forced to stand there in his arms.