Belonging to Me

Belonging to Me.

By. Drusilla.

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My uncle was founder and owner of his own company, which he turned into a sound and lucrative business. At twenty, I joined the Army, where I spent two years, one of which was in Afghanistan. When I was discharged, I went to university, where I spent the last four years. I obtained a bachelor degree in business science. Along with minors in business economics and marketing.

My uncle gave me a job in operations and I quickly showed him that I was capable as head of operations. My uncle decided he could step back from the business and enjoy the life he worked so hard for. At twenty-six, I became the president of the company. My uncle still remained the owner and founder, but he left day to day business up to me.

My uncle was well aware of my sexual preference to women instead of men. I had convinced him, business is business and all else comes second. We discussed it one day.

"Arabella, you're extremely bright and you're very beautiful. However, men and women in this company are going to look at you as just a pretty face I put in charge because you're my family."

I shook my head. "I've dealt with many difficulties in the Army and at the university. I dealt with it there and I can deal with it here. I don't mix business with pleasure, unless I have something profitable to gain."

My uncle Frank was amused by that answer. "Yes, I think you'll do fine, Belle. I'll still want to be kept in the loop. Any big decisions, we need to make together."

I kissed him on the cheek. "Certainly, uncle Frank. I'm only twenty-six. You're fifty-four. You have far more experience that me. I will make some changes. I like to surround myself with experienced and competent people."

Uncle Frank kissed me back on the cheek. "Your aunt and I are going to spend a month in the South Pacific. I'll check with you when I get back."

I would keep my personal assistant, Vicky. She was bright, efficient, very attractive and very much married. I made some adjustments to operations, marketing and sales. I sat down with Helen Wilson, head of our human resources.

"I need to know of problems the second they happen. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ms. Duncan."

I stared at her. "There won't be any problems on my watch. Now, tell me. Do we have any problems?"

"Only, a couple Ms. Duncan. Bill Taylor. He's in sales, and he likes to be forward with the ladies. If you know what I me? Several sexual harassment complaints.

I nodded. "I see. What else?"

She flipped to the next paper. "Traci Carter. She's in shipping and receiving. Mostly does the forklift work in the warehouse. She's gay, and she likes to intimidate other female workers."

I took the file from her. "Sounds like she's a bigger problem than our Mr. Taylor right now. Have her come to my office after lunch."

I read through Traci's file. She had been with the company four years. Admitted on her employment application she was gay. 35 years old, single. Three separate complaints by women workers. One woman alleges Traci Carter groped her in the restroom. Another woman alleges Traci Carter kissed her repeatedly in the back of the warehouse. Another woman alleges Traci Carter made her strip in the restroom stall. There were allegations from two other women a few years back.

I flipped the page over. I ready the supervisor comments: In four years of employment. Traci was never absent from work. Never late for work. Never had any work related accidents. Her warehouse duties are always completed on time. She works better alone, and she cusses too much around others.

I phoned an investigative friend of mine, and asked him to do some checking on a Traci Carter.

Thirteen-hundred hours on the dot, Vicky buzzed me. "Ms. Traci Carter is here"

Vicky opened the door and let her in. I took my first impression of her. She was defiantly one-hundred percent butch. From the tip of her steel toe work boots, to the top of her butch hair cut. She wore a blue short sleeve shirt, dirty work jeans, and she had a body that just wouldn't quit.

I noticed the arm length tattoo on her right arm, stopping just above her wrist. Beautifully colored with reds, yellows, greens and blacks. It was a mixture of flowers, butterfly, some skulls and a long dagger a white and gold handle. I liked her from the very beginning. "Nice tats. Have a seat."

"Thanks"

I sat down behind my desk and opened her file. "I've been going over your work file. Five women accused you of sexual misconduct in the past three years."

She shifted in the chair. "Hey. I put down I was gay. Some women don't like working with a lesbian. So they make up stories about me. So I can get fired. So they don't have to work with a lesbian no more. Hey. I do my work and I don't put nobody in danger."

There was almost a sincerity about her. I opened the folder. "Let's see if you left anything out. Traci Carter. In foster care until she was eighteen. Twenty, arrested for stealing a car; Twenty-one, stealing another car; Twenty-five robbery and petty theft. Misdemeanor, eight months jail time."

Traci stood up. "Hey. I know I lied. Nobody gives you a job with a record. You wanna fire me. I don't give a fuck!"

I stood up. "Hey! Great answer. Fire me! Thirty-five, no job, living on the street and begging for food. It's a fucking fairy tale come true!"

Traci stood silently, staring at me. I could see the muscles in her jaws tighten.

"So, when do I pick up my last check?"

I stared at her. "Four years here. Never late; Never absent; Never took sick leave and never had any accidents. If you didn't want this job, why did you work so hard to keep it?"

She remained silent, staring back at me. I closed the folder. "I'll give you your check now, if you want to leave. Otherwise, get back to work."

I saw a hint of relief in her face before she turned to leave.

"Oh, one more thing, Traci. The next time you feel you need to intimidate a woman that works here. Come on up and help yourself to me."

I basically said told Bill Taylor the same thing. Except, I said if he touched me, he would be taking his sick leave effective immediately!

Vicky closed the door and came up to my desk. "What is it Vicky?"

She leaned over and pushed the very bottom button on my phone. "That is the private intercom to my phone, Ms. Duncan. You had it on."

I smiled up at her. "I think I can trust you, Vicky."

"Yes, Ms. Duncan. Me and all the women that work here."

The next day I made my way down to shipping and receiving. I met with Hal, supervisor of our shipping and receiving department. "Yes, Ms. Duncan. I went to work with your uncle when I was the only one in shipping and receiving. That was thirty years ago."

I smiled and shook his hand. "I know Hal. The company is not going to be the same after you retire."

He laughed. "I wanna do like your uncle Frank. Enjoy what life I got left."

"You're going to wait until Frank gets back. Aren't you?"

He nodded. "Oh, sure. Frank said he wants to give me a retirement party."

I walked with Hal, on the cat walk above the warehouse. He showed me where all our product storage was. I saw Traci on the electric forklift, stacking heavy cartons on the pallet racking. "How's Traci doing?"

Hal shrugged his shoulders. "She's a great worker, knows how to do the job. But, I need to keep an eye on her. She loves the ladies."

Traci looked up at us as she stepped of the forklift to move some trash off the floor. She bent over to remove the trash, I sure admired her ass in those tight jeans. That's when I knew Traci was going to belong to me. Traci plugged the charger into the forklift as I walked up to her.

"You be in my office Monday. O-eight-hundred sharp!"

I saw the muscles in her jaw tighten again. "Sure, I'll be there."

Eight o'clock Monday morning, Traci was there. I told Vicky I did not want to be interrupted, unless the building was on fire. Traci stood in front of my desk with her hands clasped together.

I was sitting behind my desk. "You hate me, don't you?"

"No."

"What pisses you off the most about me? The fact I'm twenty-six and I'm your boss? That's it. Isn't it?"

She stood up straight. "No. It's not. I never said I hated you."

"Then what is it. Tell me, Traci."

"I don't know."

I smiled at her. "Sure you do. You are miss bad ass! Nobody stands up to you, because they're afraid. Isn't that true?"

The muscles in her jaw tightened again. "No! That's not true."

I got up from my desk and stood directly in front of her. "I think you want to say, fuck you Ms. Duncan."

Her jaw was getting tighter. "No! You're putting words in my mouth."

"I see. You like your job and you want to keep your job?"

"Yes, Ms. Duncan."

I leaned back against my desk. "Take your clothes off."

She took a deep breath. "No!"

I smiled at her. "No? It's OK for you to order a woman to strip. But, it's not OK when you're ordered to strip?"

She turned to me. "You wanna make me knock you on your ass?"

I walked up to her. "Long before I went to Afghanistan. I learned to defend myself in the military. You can try to knock me on my ass. But, it's not going to happen."

Traci gritted her teeth. "Ok, I see. Teach the dike bitch a lesson. Humiliate her. Hey! I've been strip searched so many fucking times."

Traci stripped her clothes off and stood naked in front of me.

I waved my hand. "Turn around."

She held her chest out. "You like what you see? This is what a working woman looks like."

I walked up to her. "Yes, I do like what I see. I love your abs, they're beautiful. I love your strong leg muscles and your perfect tight ass. I see a beautiful working woman."

That was not what she expected to hear. I held her head in my hands and kissed her harder than I ever kissed any woman. I slid my tongue in and out of her mouth, and I felt her shiver every time my tongue touched hers.

"You're shouting to be dominated, aren't you? You just can't understand why."

I could see she wanted to reply, but I think for the first time in her life, she was speechless. I placed my hands on her shoulders. "Get down."

She knelt on the floor in front of her. "Look up at me!"

I held her head straight with my hands and kissed her hard again.

"If I order you to spread your legs. Will your pussy be wet?"

Her voice was softer now. "Yes."

"Stand up and show me."

She stood and opened her legs. I eased my hand across her soft shaved pussy. "You want to please me, don't you?"

"Yes."

I walked over and leaned back against my desk. "Please me, then. Masturbate."

I had finally broken through that rough exterior of hers. I stripped her down to the core, and as badly as she wanted to leave, she couldn't. She got on the floor and opened her legs. Soon, Her fingers were oscillating faster and faster. What a beautifully fit body, crying for an orgasm. I knew then, she was mine.

I pointed to my feet. "Come here."

She crawled over to me. You know what domination is now. I can see by the way you embrace it; You also love it."

I forced her chin up with my fingers. "Now, Ms. Traci, you belong to me."

I saw passion in her eyes as she looked up at me. Her voice was almost a whisper. "I want to taste your pussy so badly."

I stared down at her. "Maybe later. Only I feel you deserve it. Now get dressed and get your perfect ass back to work."

She quickly got dressed and was ready to leave.

I stepped in front of her. "Hal is retiring from shipping and receiving. I need a replacement. Someone, I can trust and depend on. Someone, who's not weak. Someone, who can follow orders and get the job done. I want that someone to be you."

She took a step back and swallowed. "Me? Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. You're going to run shipping and receiving for me. And, don't you even think about fucking with another woman."

It was the first time I seen her with a big smile. "Yes, Ms. Duncan."

I smiled back. "Good. It's Friday. What are you doing this evening?"

She shook her head. "Nothing."

I pointed at her. "Then you'll come with me to the gym. I like to work out in the nude."

She smiled again. "Yes, Ms. Duncan."

Of course, I didn't mention to her the gym was at my house.

The gym floor was filled with two naked, sweaty, smelly bodies, all tangled together. I knew Traci would be like a caged animal. She worked her ass of to please me, and she did more times than I could remember. She carried me into the bathtub, and we played with each other for another hour. I don't think either one of us had better sex than we did that night.

I woke up naked on top the bed. I smelled fresh coffee and I heard Traci banging around in my kitchen. Ran my fingers through my tangled hair as I stumbled into the kitchen. Traci was naked, and she was making french toast in a frying pan. She poured me a cup of coffee. "What does someone as young and beautiful as you see in me?"

I took a sip of coffee. "A perfect ass I sure would like to spank."

She opened her eyes wide. "Why? Wasn't I any good last night?"

I chuckled. "You were excellent. I just like to spank beautiful asses.

She shook her head. "Seriously? You didn't answer my question."

I took another sip of coffee. "Because you look like a real woman. You don't look like a girly girl. And, you body that won't quit."

She smiled at me. "I'd do anything in the world for you, Ms. Duncan. Except maybe lipstick and makeup."

I laughed out loud. "Ok. Call me Bella. Not Ms. Duncan."

Traci finished her french toast. "Bella. Can I tell you how I feel?"

I handed her my empty cup. "After you get me another cup of coffee."

She sat down. "I fell so hard in love with you last night. We were holding each other so tight. I looked at you sleeping in bed next to me. I thought this is all a dream."

I smiled and let her continue.

"I don't know if I'm just a play thing to you or what. I love you so much it makes me hurt. I just had to let you know. That's all."

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "It's Saturday and since you want to be a play thing so badly. I'm going to have some fun with you."

I tied her to the weight bench with her legs wide open and her arms tied behind her back. "Now my lady, I'm going to send you to vibrator heaven."

I picked up a pair of dice and tossed them on the floor. "Look! A five and a four, make nine! That's how many orgasms you're going to have before I untie you."

Traci shook head. "Oh, please not a vibrator! Bella! Please."

Her body was so beautiful, twisting and turning and the drool running down from the ball gag. I played with her boobs; with her pussy and with her ass. I went back and used the vibrator on her again. She was laying on the floor, her hands covering her pussy, and trying to catch her breath at the same time.

Sunday, I did it all over again.

First thing Monday morning, my phone rang, it was Vicky. "I have all last week reports for you, Ms. Duncan."

She placed them in front of me. "By the way, Ms. Duncan. Bill Taylor has apologized to ever woman he ever offended in the company, a couple of times over."

I chuckled. "Thank you, Vicky."

As for Traci, I made her move out of her one room apartment, and move in with me. She runs the shipping and receiving department like clockwork. I knew she could handle the responsibility, and she has even improved on it. When she comes home to me; She changes into the submissive woman she desires to be. We finally reached a deal. I would get a tattoo, if she would let me put just a little makeup and lipstick on her.

END.