From Intern To Sex Slave (F/F, M/F, D/s, Consensual) by HandcuffGirl 2012 ============================================================================ Synopsis: A college intern becomes a submissive sex slave! ============================================================================ From Intern To Sex Slave Chapter 1 ============================================================================ Trish Ivory strode confidently into the office when the receptionist, Carly, told she could. They were on the thirty-sixth floor of a forty story downtown skyscraper. She was interviewing for an intern personal assistant's position with Dunn Consulting. She had met the owner, Robyn Dunn, at a coffee shop a couple of weeks ago. Robyn Dunn was a tall, imposing woman in her mid-thirties, and an alumni of the school Trish was currently attending. Trish was five-foot-five, and a studious college student just finishing her junior year at the University. They had got to talking, and Mrs. Dunn told her that she should apply for a summer job with her firm. She already an internship lined up, but she promised Mrs. Dunn she'd apply. Trish did a little research on Dunn Consulting, just to find out about the company. She didn't discover very much. According to their website, they mostly helped clients solve staffing problems and develop new products. Dunn Consulting already had several major Fortune 500 companies listed as clients. They also had several other companies as clients that Trish found were defense contractors. The next time they met, Robyn had brought Trish a brand new Smartphone. She explained that it had some orientation materials on it for her to take a look at. She had also given her a pair of small, clear wireless ear buds that fit discreetly in her ears. Trish loved the Smartphone, and the ear buds. She quickly transferred all of her music and contacts on the phone. The orientation materials were a combination of videos, audio files, slide shows, and PDF files. They were distracting to start with, but after a few minutes, Trish started getting used to it. At first she only glanced at them a little, but she found herself looking at them more and more. Soon Trish became very relaxed as she studied. Even so, Trish found herself remembering practically every detail of the materials. There was always some soft background music playing as well. The two ran into each other almost every day at the coffee shop. They always seemed spend a few minutes or so chatting. A few days later, Trish asked Robyn for more orientation materials for her to study. The ear buds were very discreet, and produced very high quality sound. She had no problem hearing people talk with them in, even with her music or the orientation materials playing. "Thank you so much for coming," Mrs. Dunn said as she greeted her. "You're welcome, Ma'am," Trish replied with a smile. When they'd first met, they had been on a first name basis. Now Trish usually called her Mrs. Dunn, and always answered her with yes ma'am and no ma'am. "Can I have Carly get you anything to drink?" Robyn asked as they moved to a pair of black leather couches on each side of a coffee table. "No thank you, Ma'am," Trish replied politely. Mrs. Dunn sat down on one of leather couches, and gestured for Trish to sit on the one across from her. They quickly got down to business. Mrs. Dunn informed her that the intern position paid six hundred a week for the summer, which wasn't a lot for the city. However, the perks included the Smartphone she already had, a tablet, a business wardrobe, and regular salon visits. After a month she would also receive an Ultrabook, and a company car. "I have many important clients visiting regularly," Mrs. Dunn informed her. "So it's very essential that you look your absolute best at all times." "Yes, Mrs. Dunn," Trish agreed with a nod. "I hope you can start immediately?" Mrs. Dunn asked her. "Of course," Trish answered with an excited smile. She couldn't wait to start working for Mrs. Dunn. Her new boss told her to go get fitted for her wardrobe, then come back to the office so someone could show her around. Mrs. Dunn sent her to an exclusive boutique a few blocks away. The address was already plugged into her Smartphone. Since it was so close, Trish walked instead of taking the subway. Once she arrived, a short woman in her fifties took her into a dressing room. Trish tried to tell her sizes, but she shushed her, and told her to strip. Once Trish was down to her underwear, she took a long look at her while making little sounds of approval. When she finished the woman went back into the shop. A few minutes later she returned with an off-the-rack outfit for her. The business suit consisted of a tight black pinstriped miniskirt and jacket, and white blouse. There was also a pair of glossy black three inch heels. Trish thought it was a bit skimpy for the office, but she had seen Carly wearing a skirt a little shorter, and heels a little higher. There were four more outfits practically exactly like that one, and two more pairs of heels. When Trish returned to Dunn Consulting, Carly gave her a quick tour of the office. Actually, there wasn't really much to tour. Trish had already seen the security station, and Mrs. Dunn's office suite. That just left the small break room, and a short hallway with a couple of doors on it. One thing Trish had already noticed was that there didn't seem to be very many employees around other than Carly, and a security guard. "There's just a couple of um, meeting rooms down there," Carly told her with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Mrs. Dunn will tell you when you can go in them." "Okay," Trish replied, a little confused as to why she had to wait until Mrs. Dunn told her she could go into a meeting room. There didn't seem to anyone else around except for the two of them, Mrs. Dunn, and the security guard, Jesse. Carly told her that most everyone else was at the R&D site, or on assignment. Once they finished the tour, Carly got Trish settled into her desk right outside Mrs. Dunn's office. There was a brand new tablet waiting on her, along with a top-of-the-line computer with a twenty-six inch monitor. Both were synched in with her Smartphone. Carly also told her that she should review her orientation and training materials when she wasn't doing something for Mrs. Dunn. The suggestion was hardly necessary, as Trish was already listening to it through her ear buds, and watching it on her new . She also told her to call her if she needed anything, or had any questions. Mrs. Dunn called Trish into her office a while later, and complimented her on her outfit. She also had her make her an espresso. Trish spent the rest of the day learning how to be Mrs. Dunn's personal assistant. She listened to the soft music over her ear buds all day as well. Just as she was about to leave, Mrs. Dunn summoned her into her office, and told her that she had made an appointment at a salon for her. Trish thanked her, and followed the directions on her Smartphone to the salon. Just like when Trish went to the boutique, they were expecting her when she arrived at the salon. A perky blonde named Jenni quickly guided her to a station. Soon Trish had had her hair trimmed, styled, and highlighted. She also received a French manicure and pedicure, with white quarter-inch-long tips. The following morning Trish arrived at work nearly ten minutes early. Carly would be helping her again. Trish had Mrs. Dunn's espresso waiting for her when she arrived at eight, along with her schedule for the day. Mrs. Dunn complimented her again on her outfit, and on her new look, spending several long moments checking her out. Trish spent the day at her desk outside Mrs. Dunn's office. When she wasn't doing something for her, she was studying her training materials on her tablet. That afternoon, Mrs. Dunn sent her to pick up her dry cleaning. Trish should have resented being sent on a personal errand by her boss, but for some reason she didn't really mind.
From Intern To Sex Slave Chapter 2 - Three days later . . . ============================================================================ Trish, step in here a moment," Mrs. Dunn said through Trish's ear buds. "Yes Ma'am," Trish replied promptly. A few moments later, Trish was entering Mrs. Dunn's office, tablet in hand. She stopped about five feet in front of her desk, just in front of a pair of comfortable chairs that were for guests. Trish didn't sit down though, as she hadn't been told to. "You wanted to see me, Ma'am?" Trish asked politely. Since she had gotten her Smartphone and ear buds a couple of weeks ago, Trish had studied her training materials day and night. She pretty much only took out her ear buds to shower. She even kept them in at night, listening to her training materials while she slept. Trish stayed very focused on her work, both at and away from the office. She had also become very disciplined about going to the gym, both in the mornings and again in the evenings. It had only been a couple weeks, but Trish was already starting to see a little difference from her new workout routine. Trish had also developed a serious infatuation with Mrs. Dunn over the past week or so. At first she just admired her, but now it was becoming something more. The last couple of nights Trish had had vivid, erotic dreams involving Mrs. Dunn. While she had never considered herself bisexual, she was starting to wonder. "Yes," Mrs. Dunn replied with a nod. "You've made a lot of progress in the past few days, especially in studying your training materials I've provided." "Thank you, Mrs. Dunn," Trish replied, blushing slightly from the compliment. "As a result of your dedication, I've decided to give you a bit more responsibility, and an upgraded wardrobe." "Thank you, Mrs. Dunn!" Trish replied brightly. "You'll also have to work a bit more of a flexible schedule. Evenings and maybe even weekends," Mrs. Dunn warned her. "That's no problem, Ma'am," Trish assured her. "I'll be happy to work whenever you need me too." "Good girl," Mrs. Dunn replied with a smile. "Go get fitted for your new wardrobe, then come back to work." "Yes Ma'am," Trish answered obediently. "I won't disappoint you." Trish left her office, and the building. As she expected, her Smartphone directed her back to the boutique she had been sent to before. Also just like before, the shopkeeper put her in a changing room, and ordered her to strip. Trish's new wardrobe was similar to what she had, except the tops were a little tighter, and the skirts a couple of inches shorter. Trish's new shoes also had four inch heels instead of three inches. She kept her ear buds in, and listened to her training materials while the shopkeeper did her work. The major addition was the underwear. Before she could put on her new work outfit, Trish put on a black push-up bra, matching thong panties, garter belt, and stockings. Normally Trish would have been upset if someone had suggested what underwear she wore, but since it was Mrs. Dunn, she didn't mind. She trusted her decisions. Besides the business outfits, Trish was also given several sets of sports bras and hot pants to workout in. Each one was black, with white trim. The Dunn Consulting logo was over the left breast, and on the left hip. There was even a couple of pairs of top-of-the-line sneakers, in black of course. Finally Trish was allowed to get dressed, and return to the office. Walking was a bit of a challenge in her new four inch heels, but she could get used to it. When Trish returned to the office, she immediately let Mrs. Dunn know that she was back. "Great, pop in here a moment, and let me have a look at you," Mrs. Dunn replied over her ear buds. "And bring me another espresso." "Yes Ma'am," Trish replied obediently. In spite of Carly's enthusiastic compliments of her new look, Trish took moment in the restroom to freshen up her make-up, and check herself out in the mirror. Then she prepared Mrs. Dunn's espresso, and reported to her. "You look very nice," Mrs. Dunn said as she examined her. She paused long enough to take a swallow of her espresso. "Thank you, Ma'am," Trish replied, blushing slightly. Her short, tight miniskirt combined with her four inch heels emphasized her toned legs. The push-up bra and snug blouse and top did their best to display her b-cup breasts. Mrs. Dunn took a seat on one of her leather couches, and had Trish put on a little fashion show for her while she sipped her espresso. Trish was definitely starting to feel turned on with Mrs. Dunn watching her constantly. She knew she'd be having some vivid dreams about her tonight. "So tell me Trish," Mrs. Dunn began. "Are you wearing the underthings I provided for you?" "Yes Ma'am," Trish replied obediently. "Well, let me see how they look on you." "Ma'am?" Trish asked in disbelief. Trish felt a twinge of arousal at the idea of stripping in front of her. Still, that wasn't really what she meant. Was it? "Take off your jacket, blouse, and skirt, and let me see your bra and panties," Mrs. Dunn instructed her. Trish held her breath a moment. "Yes Ma'am," she responded as she began unbuttoning her jacket. She laid the jacket over the back of the couch, then began taking off her blouse. Next she unbuckled her glossy black belt, and slid her tight miniskirt down her legs. Now Trish was standing in the middle of Mrs. Dunn's office wearing nothing but her black satin lingerie, stockings, and four inch heels. Mrs. Dunn took a moment to check her out, then had her strut around a bit more. Trish was definitely starting to feel aroused now. After a couple of minutes, Mrs. Dunn had her come back over to her, then turn to face away from her. "Your garters are a little loose," Mrs. Dunn said as she began adjusting them. Trish held her breath as she tightened her garters at the back of her thighs, then turned her around and adjusted the ones in the front. Her heart raced as she felt her hands on her upper thighs, just inches from her moist pussy. "You look beautiful," Mrs. Dunn told her as she stood up and began adjusting her bra. "Thank you Ma'am," Trish replied obediently as she stood still. "You don't mind me touching you like this, do you?" she asked as she moved back down to her panties. "No Ma'am," Trish replied breathlessly. Trish let out a gasp as Mrs. Dunn's hand brushed the front of her panties— directly over her moist pussy. "Good," she responded as she began adjusting her stocking tops. "I want us to be very close to each other," she added as she began re-tightening Trish's garters. "Like very good girlfriends." Trish wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, or if she could without moaning in arousal. She bit her lower lip, and stood passively while Mrs. Dunn continued making adjustments to her bra, panties, garter belt, and stocking tops as she slowly circled her. "I see you've been spending some extra time in the gym," she commented as she traced a pair of fingers across her lower stomach. "Yes Ma'am," Trish responded softly, fighting to maintain her composure. "I've been going in the evenings as well as the mornings the past couple of weeks." "Well, it shows," Mrs. Dunn told her, brushing her hand across her ass. "Thank you, Ma'am," Trish replied, panting softly. Trish was really aroused now. She desperately hoped Mrs. Dunn didn't notice the wet spot on the front of her panties . . . or smell it. "Why don't you take a moment to freshen up in my private bathroom," Mrs. Dunn said with a wave of her hand towards the far side of the office. "Before you have to change your panties." As she spoke, she lightly traced a finger across the top of her thong, arousing Trish even more. "Thank you Ma'am," Trish answered quickly as she practically ran in her four inch heels towards the bathroom door. She felt an additional twinge of arousal at her 'change your panties' comment. As soon as the bathroom door was locked Trish pulled her panties aside and thrust her fingers into her wet pussy. She half-fell onto the toilet and spread her legs so she could push her fingers in deeper. Trish moaned out as she frantically masturbated. She was so horny she didn't even care that she was at work, and in her boss's bathroom; while she was right outside. As she thrust her fingers in and out of her soaking snatch, all Trish could think of was Mrs. Dunn's hands all over her. She barely even noticed that in her fantasies—just like in the dreams she had been having lately—she thought of her boss as Mrs. Dunn, and not Robyn, or baby, or some other name. While one hand stayed busy between her legs, Trish's other hand pulled down bra. Her moans grew louder as she began pulling on her nipples. Several erotic minutes of busy fingers, moans, and nipple pulling later, Trish practically screamed out in orgasm. She really wanted another go, but somehow she restrained herself. Finally she calmed down enough to start cleaning herself up. When she came out of the bathroom, Mrs. Dunn was still sitting on her couch, relaxing. There was a small black gift box in front of her on the coffee table. "All better?" Mrs. Dunn asked as she patted the cushion next to her. "Yes Ma'am, thank you," Trish replied embarrassedly as she sat down next to her. "Good. Before I let you get dressed, I've got a little present for you," she said as she reached for the gift box. "I was going to wait a few days to give it to you, but since you've progressed so much, I think you're ready for it now." "Thank you Ma'am," Trish answered with a sincere smile. She wasn't quite sure what Mrs. Dunn meant by progressed, but as long as she was happy, Trish was too. Mrs. Dunn opened the box, and it took Trish a moment to realize what was inside. It was a brushed stainless-steel cuff-style watch. It was about two inches wide, with a matching face that was almost indistinguishable from the rest of the watch. Trish obediently held her arm out and allowed Mrs. Dunn to close it around her wrist. It had a hinge on either side, and closed on the opposite side from the face. It was heavy for a watch. Trish could definitely feel its weight on her wrist. "It has a touch screen just like your phone," Mrs. Dunn said as she took Trish's wrist and began demonstrating on the watch. "It will also function as a cell phone, and will automatically synch with your other devices," she explained. "Yes Ma'am," Trish answered as she passively allowed her to operate the . . . watch. "Um, Ma'am, what is it, exactly?" she asked curiously. Mrs. Dunn let out a soft chuckle as she released Trish's wrist. "It's a prototype we're working on with a tech company I can't reveal at this point," she replied. "For now we'll just call it a Smartwatch." "Yes Ma'am," Trish responded as she began examining the watch in detail. The watch was slightly oval shaped to fit her wrist better. The hinges on either side weren't quite invisible, but they weren't obvious either. She absently tugged on the watch, only to find that it wouldn't open. She could barely fit a finger underneath the cuff anyway. The clasp was only visible as a simple bar across the underside it, and nearly as discreet as the hinges. "How does it open?" she asked as she tugged harder on the cuff. "Like this," Mrs. Dunn replied as she took her wrist, and tapped the screen a couple of times, then swiped her finger across the screen, and tapped it again. Then she pulled the watch open, and promptly closed it again. "The instructions have been uploaded into the watch," she informed her as she released her wrist again. "Yes Ma'am, thank you," Trish answered as she began tapping on the screen. "It is completely waterproof, so you can wear it in the shower, pool, or even the sauna." "Cool," Trish replied absently as she scrolled through some of the features. "Go ahead and get dressed, and go back to your desk until I need you again," Mrs. Dunn instructed her after a few moments. "You can learn more about it there." "Yes Ma'am," Trish responded obediently, suddenly self-conscious that she was still almost naked in the middle of the day, in Mrs. Dunn's office. A couple of minutes later, Trish was fully dressed again. She thanked Mrs. Dunn a second time for the gift, and left her office. Before Trish returned to her desk though, she stepped into the reception area's bathroom and touched up her make-up. She still couldn't believe she had masturbated in Mrs. Dunn's bathroom in the middle of the day. Trish finished freshening up, and returned to her desk, where Carly had been while she was out, and in Mrs. Dunn's office. "Thanks for helping out," Trish told her. "No problem," Carly replied cheerfully as she stood up. "Hey, nice watch," she added. "Thanks," Trish responded with her own smile as she let her get a better look. "Mrs. Dunn just gave it to me." "Nice," Carly said as she held the watch, with Trish's wrist still in it, and examined it. "Maybe I can earn one." Carly departed and Trish sat down and went back to work. She quickly started getting used to the feeling of the weighty Smartwatch on her wrist. It took her a bit longer to get used to her new heels, and shorter mini. That night, Trish spent most of the evening trying out her new watch. It performed most of the functions of her phone, just without the large flat screen. Trish wore it to the gym, and was able to leave her phone in her car and still listen to her music through her ear buds. After her workout, Trish even showered wearing her new watch. That night, she went to sleep with it still around her wrist. Her ear buds were also still in her ears, playing some of the soft music Mrs. Dunn had provided for her. The following morning, an hour or so after Trish had arrived at work, Mrs. Dunn summoned her via her ear buds. Trish made sure she looked her best, then promptly went into her office. "You wanted to see me, Ma'am?" she asked cheerfully as she approached her desk. Mrs. Dunn eyed her a moment. "Yes," she finally replied. "First, let's do something about that greeting," she stated firmly. "From now on, you will greet me by saying, How may I serve you?" "Yes Ma'am," Trish replied obediently. The phrase sounded a bit odd, but Trish knew she shouldn't question Mrs. Dunn. Besides, the idea of serving her turned her on a bit. "You'll also address me as Madame from this point on, unless otherwise instructed." "Yes Ma—dame," Trish answered, with a twinge of arousal. "Now that that's settled," Mrs. Dunn began with a nod, "let's see if you are following your complete dress code." "Ma'am—Madame?" Trish asked in confusion. Trish had assumed that what had happened yesterday was just a one-time thing. Still, she felt a jolt of arousal between her legs. "Take off your clothes and let me see your underwear," Mrs. Dunn stated firmly. "Yes Madame, right away," Trish answered as she began unbuttoning her top.
From Intern To Sex Slave Chapter 3 ============================================================================ A few moments later Trish was once again standing in her black satin push-up bra, thong panties, garter belt, stockings, and four inch heels. She was also wearing her ear buds, and Smartwatch. Mrs. Dunn had her come around behind her expansive desk, and do a few slow pirouettes for her while she looked on. "Beautiful," Mrs. Dunn said appreciatively. "How are you at giving massages?" "Ma'am—Madame?" Trish corrected herself questioningly. "How are you at giving massages?" she repeated. "Um . . . I don't know, Madame," Trish replied tentatively. "Well, why don't you give it a try," Mrs. Dunn said as she spun her chair facing away from her. "My neck is a bit sore." "Yes Madame," Trish responded as she stepped forward and began kneading her shoulders and neck. She felt a little awkward—and more than a little aroused —as she massaged her. The fact that Trish was in her underwear only heightened her arousal. She squeezed her legs together as she squeezed her shoulders. "We need to upload an instructional program to your watch and phone for you to study," Mrs. Dunn commented. "That way you can learn to give me better massages." "Yes Madame," Trish replied obediently. It didn't even occur to her that giving massages was miles outside of her normal duties when she had first accepted the internship. Several minutes later, Mrs. Dunn told her to get dressed, and go back to her desk out front. Trish was definitely aroused by this point. Not quite as much as when Mrs. Dunn had adjusted her underthings the day before, but definitely aroused. "Um, Madame, may I take a few minutes to freshen up?" Trish asked tentatively. "No you may not," Mrs. Dunn replied firmly. "You will get dressed, and go directly to your desk." "Yes Madame," Trish answered obediently. "Actually, bring me a fresh latte first," Mrs. Dunn said as she turned her attention back to her computer. "Yes Madame," Trish answered as she headed towards the espresso machine next to the mini-bar. She squeezed her legs together again as she began preparing the drink, still in her underwear, heels, and watch. Once Trish set Madame Dunn's latte on her desk, she began getting dressed. A few minutes later she was fully dressed, at her desk. She was still aroused, but she went back to work like Madame Dunn had told her to. Before long instructions on giving massages were uploaded to Trish's phone, watch and ear buds. The instructions weren't just for regular shoulder massages either. They instructed her how to perform massages on virtually every part of the human body, in both a sensual and non-sensual way. Just like everything else that came through her ear buds and other devices, Trish absorbed her lessons with rapt attention. Besides being a cheerful and efficient PA, Trish was also eye candy for Madame Dunn's clients when they were in the office. All of them were very appreciative of her tiny minis, tight tops, and leg-shaping four inch heels. Strangely, Madame Dunn didn't seem to have very many clients stop by to see her. When they did though, both Trish and Carly were very friendly with them. Trish wanted them to be happy, to please Madame Dunn. Still, Trish was still getting used to flirting with men she didn't know, but Carly was happy to help her out. Trish found out that Jesse was a former police officer. She also had a black belt in jujutsu. Jesse had two pairs of handcuffs on her belt, as well as a tazer. She wore ear buds like Trish's and Carly's. Madame Dunn had given Jesse and Carly steel Smartwatches as well. Trish was seen a lot around town though, as Madame Dunn regularly sent her on various errands. She picked up her dry cleaning, brought her lunch, and anything else she needed her to do, including shopping for her. Trish even happily waited in line several hours to buy her tickets to a show she wanted to see. Needless to say, Trish attracted a lot of attention while she was out and about. She ignored it all though, even the very cute guys that hit on her. Trish had decided to devote her summer fully to Dunn Consulting, and a relationship might interfere with her work. She had to be available to Madame Dunn at any time.
From Intern To Sex Slave Chapter 4 - One week later . . . ============================================================================ "Trish, you are a dear," Robyn Dunn said as she leaned back in her luxurious leather executive chair. Madame Dunn was wearing a Prada business suit, and some designer jewelry. Her Louis Vuitton pumps were sitting on the floor next to her desk. "Thank you Madame," Trish replied obediently as she massaged her stockinged feet. Trish was naked except for her push-up bra, thong panties, garter belt, stockings, and four inch heels. Her stainless steel Smartwatch was on her left wrist, and soft music was playing through her ear buds. Over the past week Trish had had plenty of practice giving Madame Dunn a variety of massages. Thanks to the instructional programs she had been studying, she had learned how to give relaxing massages to any part of her body. The past couple of days, when Trish wasn't busy with all her other duties as Madame Dunn's personal assistant, she was usually giving her a massage. Madame Dunn made her strip down to her underwear every time before she did. She also used this opportunity to perform a daily inspection on her underthings. Madame Dunn had also uploaded an instructional program for cleaning the office. Mostly Trish just dusted and kept things tidy. Carly and Jesse also helped out keeping the office clean. Trish was already more than a little aroused just from kneeling in front of Madame Dunn, and touching her so intimately. The fact that she was practically naked herself certainly didn't help. Or did help, depending on how one looked at it. Trish's infatuation with her boss had only intensified in the last week. The past several nights she had masturbated while fantasizing about Madame Dunn, and listening to her music over her ear buds. Her watch hadn't came off since she had gotten it. Trish loved the feeling of cold steel around her wrist, even when she showered or slept. She still wore her ear buds to sleep as well, listening to the soft music from her training materials over them. Most nights Trish masturbated twice. Lately she had even found herself sneaking into the washroom at work, usually in the afternoon, just after giving Madame Dunn her full-body massage, to twiddle her twat to another delicious orgasm as well. She wasn't really sure why she always seemed so aroused lately, but she didn't worry about it too much. She was too busy serving Madame Dunn. While Trish massaged her feet, whenever she thought Madame Dunn wasn't paying attention, she had been peeking up her Prada skirt, which only made her even hornier. Suddenly Madame Dunn made a small throat-clearing noise. Trish quickly looked down at her feet, hoping she hadn't realized what she had been doing. "Like what you see?" Madame Dunn asked her as she lifted the edge of her skirt. Trish let out a little gasp of arousal as she looked back up at her black panties. "Yes—Madame," she replied nervously, squeezing her legs together in arousal. "Well, why don't we let you get a better look," she responded with a smile as she stood up. Trish watched in stunned silence as she slid off her skirt, revealing a toned stomach, a pair of crotchless silk panties, garter belt, and stockings. Madame Dunn sat back down, and spread her legs a bit. "You can go ahead and put my heels back on," she instructed her. "I believe you're done with that task." Trish had assumed she would continue massaging her feet a while longer, but she had gotten used to obeying her without question. "Yes—Madame," she replied automatically, reaching for one of the glossy black Louis Vuitton heels she had set on the floor nearby. She deftly slid it back onto Madame Dunn's smooth foot, then followed suit with the other one. "Now, have you ever tasted a woman before?" Madame Dunn asked her. Trish felt a jolt of arousal when she heard the question. "No Madame," she answered nervously, kneeling in front of her, and staring at the folds of flesh behind her crotchless panties. "Well, go ahead and start licking," she said as she slid forward a bit in her chair, and spread her legs a little farther apart. Trish's heart was racing as she leaned forward, and touched her moist pussy with the tip of her tongue. She looked up to Madame Dunn for approval, and licked again. Then she pushed it a little ways in, eliciting a soft moan of arousal. Within moments Trish was eagerly eating her boss out. Trish had never gone down on a woman before,, but she quickly got into a rhythm. By the moans coming from Madame Dunn, Trish assumed she was doing a good job. Soon her moans grew louder, and faster. Trish kept licking and kissing her clit and pussy, and she screamed out in orgasm. Trish just kept licking and nibbling until she finally nudged her away. "That was wonderful," Madame Dunn said as she relaxed in her chair. "At least for a first time," she continued. "I'll upload some instructional materials to your watch, and after you've had some more practice, you'll be a great little pussy licker in no time for me." "Thank you, Madame," Trish replied obediently, still on her knees in front of her. She couldn't wait to study the training materials so she could please Madame Dunn even more. What she really wanted to do though, was spend a while in the washroom with her fingers between her legs. "As a reward for pleasing me, you may play with yourself," Madame Dunn said as she gazed down at her. "Thank you, Madame," Trish answered, rising to her feet. "Where do you think your going?" she asked in an amused tone, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Um, to the bathroom, Madame?" Trish responded tentatively, stopping in a half-crouch. Madame Dunn let out a small chuckle. "No you're not," she stated firmly. "You will masturbate right there, while I watch you." Trish stared at her in shock a moment. "Yes Madame," she replied automatically, dropping back to her knees. The idea of masturbating for Madame Dunn definitely turned her on! Trish quickly pulled her panties aside and slid a pair of fingers into her wet snatch. She pulled her bra down with her other hand, and began playing with her nipples. She found herself gazing up at Madame Dunn as she plunged her fingers in and out. "You should start wearing your thongs on the outside of your garter belt," Madame Dunn commented as she masturbated. "So you can take them off easier." She paused a moment, then added, "For me, that is." "Yes Ma—dame!" Trish responded obediently as she slid a third finger into her soaking pussy. A couple of frantic minutes of masturbating later, Trish was close to the edge. Suddenly Madame Dunn ordered her to stop. Trish groaned in frustration, and reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her twat. Trish stared up at her in confusion a moment. She had to cum, and now! "Please, Madame?" Trish asked her pleadingly. Madame Dunn set one stiletto heel on her inner thigh. "What is it?" she asked calmly. "I need to cum, Madame," Trish explained, almost begging. She kept both hands just inches from her still soaking pussy. "You need to cum, or you need to please me?" Madame Dunn asked her, pre ssing down a little with her heel. "Please you, Madame," Trish responded quickly, and obediently. "Good girl," Madame Dunn answered, setting her other heel on her other thigh, and pressing down on them a bit. "Since you've been such an obedient, pleasing assistant today, you may cum." "Thank you, Madame," Trish replied appreciatively as she shoved her fingers back into her twat. Madame Dunn kept pressing her stiletto heels into her thighs while she masturbated. In less than a minute Trish moaned out in orgasm. Finally Trish regained her senses. She was still practically naked, on her knees, in front of her boss. "What do you say?" Madame Dunn asked her, pressing down with her right heel. "Thank you, Madame," Trish replied promptly, still catching her breath. "Good." Madame took her heels off her thighs, and set her feet on the floor. "Now, I want you to lick your fingers clean before you do anything else," she informed her. "You'll do this every time I allow you to play with yourself." "Yes Madame," Trish responded obediently, lifting her wet fingers to her lips. Once Trish finished, Madame Dunn allowed her to step into the bathroom and wash up. When she came out Madame Dunn had her give her a full-body massage. Only afterwards did she allow Trish to get dressed and return to work. One month later . . . "Hello Mr. Dorian, Mrs. Dunn just received an urgent phone call. She'll be out in just a moment," Trish explained cheerfully as she strutted towards him in her six-inch stiletto heels and tiny miniskirt. "Can I get you anything while we're waiting?" Actually Madame Dunn hadn't received any phone call. She was simply sitting in her office, observing them on the hidden cameras. Trish was supposed to get Mr. Dorian nice and distracted before she came in. It was all part of the Dunn Consulting sales pitch. Besides the towering platform heels and micro-mini, Trish was wearing a tight top that barely contained her new double-dee cup breasts. She had only recovered from her breast enhancement surgery a week or so ago, and was still getting used to them. Trish's two-inch wide steel Smartwatch was locked around her left wrist, and a half-dozen bangle bracelets were on her right. She looked like a secretary in a soft-porn movie, which was exactly the look she was going for. "No thanks," Mr. Dorian replied as his eyes roamed from her stocking-clad legs to her stacked chest. Over the past month or so, Trish had perfected the seductive, hip-gyrating strut that was perfect for her sky-high heels and tiny minis. She made sure to give everyone plenty of time to get a good look at her, especially around Madame Dunn. "I don't just mean refreshments," she told him as she came to a stop, her tits just a few inches from his chest. His eyes were locked on her ample breasts, and his mouth was slightly open in awe. Trish took another small step towards him, turned and snaked her arm through his. Her other hand went to his bicep. "Why don't we have a seat so we can get to know each other a little better?" she suggested as she guided him towards one of the comfortable sofas in the reception area. "Are you sure I can't get you something to drink while we chat?" After a couple of heartbeats, Mr. Dorian tore his eyes away from her cleavage a moment. "Um, a scotch would be great," he blurted out absently, instantly returning his eyes to her chest. "Coming right up, sexy," Trish said as she patted his chest. "Just wait right here for me," she added as she helped him sit down on the couch. Trish sashayed to the mini-bar, and began preparing his drink. She smiled back at him as she leaned over to get a glass from the lower cabinet. There were several within easy reach on the shelf that was at waist level, but she wanted to give him a good look at her ass as she bent over. By the way he was staring, he liked what he saw. "One scotch, for one sexy stud," Trish said cheerfully as she sat down next to him, practically in his lap. She pretended not to notice her skirt riding up past her stocking tops, exposing a couple of inches of her garters, and some skin. "I'm sure Mrs. Dunn will be out soon," she added as she handed him the glass. "But I'll be glad to keep you company, handsome," she offered with a friendly smile, sitting her left hand on his chest. At the same time the same time she snaked her right arm through his left one. "Tha—thanks," he replied, taking a hefty swallow of his drink. His eyes went back and forth between her thighs and tits a couple of times. Trish deftly nudged the hem of her pinstriped miniskirt up, revealing her garters and a bit of skin. Just an inch or so more, and she'd be flashing her panties. Her manicured nails, along with his eyes, lingered on her inner thighs. Mr. Dorian took another swallow of his scotch, clearly overwhelmed by the display. Trish guessed none of the girls in his office dressed to please like she did. "You're going to love working with Dunn Consulting, Mr. Dorian," Trish told him as she pressed her tits against him. "You'll be amazed at our training programs' results. We can really get your staff morale up." Mr. Dorian's staff was already up, and rock hard. "Um . . ." he began, only to trail off after a moment. "What sort of training programs do you offer?" he finally asked, tearing his eyes away from her tits a moment. "Mrs. Dunn wasn't entirely clear when we spoke on the phone." This was the part that Madame Dunn usually handled. However, Trish knew it as well as she did, even if she had usually been giving the client a blow job while she explained it to him. "Well, we have several," she began as her hand dropped towards his waist. "Our most popular one is nothing more than a smart-phone, which we provide, with some proprietary software installed on it." She paused to move her left hand to his thigh, just inches from his stiff cock. "Oh, and there's the ear buds," she added, gesturing towards the one discreetly in her right ear. She began caressing his thigh with her left hand. "We give them to problem employees, and tell them that they can use them as much as they want to. After just a couple of weeks, you'll see a big difference in morale, not to mention work performance," Trish explained earnestly. The stunned executive's eyes were still going between her tits, the patch of thigh between her skirt and stocking tops, and her hand on his crotch. Still, he managed to ask a question. "How does it work?" "Well I can't really tell you that," Trish told him, giggling. "But it does. I've been on it for about six weeks, and it's definitely made a difference." As Trish spoke, she moved her hand to his dick. "I'll do anything for Dunn Consulting." She made her point by gripping his hard cock through his pants. "Now, we can't guarantee results like this, but all of our clients have been extremely satisfied by our services." With that Trish slid off the couch, and began unzipping his pants. He moaned in excitement as she pulled his cock out. "I'm sure there's a few sexy girls at your company that would benefit from our training materials," Trish said as she leaned forward, and wrapped her lips around his rock hard cock. Trish loved working for Dunn Consulting!
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