Chapter 7

My last couple weeks at the law firm are fun. Most of the girls are calling me, Sir in public and Master in private. I haven’t turned them into slaves. It is just a little fun. Many of them are addicted to my cock, and after I leave, they will be sad for a while. Fiona notices I am a lot more grabby with the office women as time goes on, and they all enjoy it. When the senior partners try it, most of the girls are creeped out. My ability to fondle the women openly without consequence intrigues Fiona. Each day, I see her staring at me more and more.

I listen to her through the bugs I planted in her home. She talks about me every day. The evening before my last day at the law firm, I hear her tell her husband that she wants to call in sick because it is my last day, and she doesn’t know if she can resist me. He just laughs at her. She was having a real problem, and he just laughs.

If I were him, I would say, ‘If you feel so strongly about it, then I don’t want you to put yourself at risk. Lets both call in sick and pretend like we are teenagers skipping school. Make a fun day out of it.’ Instead, he shows her how little he really cares for or respects her.

On my last day at work, I spend some time in the morning with Fiona, just flirting. I have no work to do as it is my last day and I finished all the loose ends yesterday. Fiona seems to be resisting me better than I imagined.

At morning coffee, I run into Riya. She is an early 20 something mousey little blond girl. I know she wants me but is extremely shy and almost runs away every time I suggest we do something. At coffee break, she almost clings onto me. So I ask her out to lunch. She blushes again, but this time, she also smiles and says yes. She is quite proud of herself for being able to answer. I tell her, “Well then, since you said yes, you have no choice. You can’t back out. You have to come regardless of how you feel at lunch.”

She giggles at my comment, and you can see the shiver run down her spine. There is no way I am going to miss this lunch. She is a true submissive and is only shy because she is scared to let go. I bet I can turn her around quickly.

Lunchtime comes around, and I meet Riya at her desk as she finishes up for lunch. Once she stands up, I wrap her arm in mine and head for the limo. She gets in and slides to the far side. I get in after her, then grab her hand, and pull her back to the centre seat. She says nothing when I force her to cuddle up next to me. She does start to pull away when I drape my arm around her and start mauling her tit. I hold her tight, so she can’t get away, and she doesn’t say anything. In fact, she quickly gives in and puts her hand on my thigh.

Too soon, the car comes to a stop. I get out and then help her out of the car. She is surprised when we get inside the hotel and walk right past the restaurant. When we get to the elevator, she says, “No, I’m going back.”

I look at her and sternly tell her, “Stop, you agreed to come with me for lunch no matter what. You are getting in that elevator. We are going to the room I rented then we will order room service. You have talked with the other girls in the office and know what I do in my lunch hour. If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t have agreed. Now you have cold feet, and if you leave, you will forever regret it.”

She has a stunned expression on her face, but I don’t need to prompt her when the elevator doors open. She walks in and waits for me. We are the only ones in the elevator, so I hit the button and step behind her. Reaching around, I undo her blouse and pull it out of her skirt. Thankfully, there is a front clasp on her bra, so I undo it exposing her fun bags entirely. My hands quickly latch on, taking the place of her bra. When the elevator stops, a middle-aged couple is waiting for the elevator. I drop my hands and whisper in her Riya’s ear. Don’t cover up. I then pull her shirt down to her elbows, locking her arms at her side then exit past the couple. Both of whom stand in admiration of Riya’s small yet perfect tits.

She hesitates but follows. Unfortunately, we don’t run into anybody else in the hallway. I open the door to our room and gesture for her to go inside. I follow her in then get her to drop her shirt and bra on the floor. She stops, and I lightly push her forward. I leave her standing at the foot of the bed. She is confused and doesn’t know what to do, so she just stands there.

I lay on the bed, telling her, “In a slow and alluring way, remove your skirt and panties. Then put on a show dancing to the music in your head while trying to turn me on.”

Tentatively she begins. She is extremely nervous, but when she pulls the skirt down, you can see a large wet patch in the front of her panties. As she pulls them down, I pick up the phone and order room service. She is doing her seductive dance when I finish ordering and tell the room service, “When you get here, we will likely be too busy to answer the door. Just walk in, and we will give you your tip as soon as we have a moment.” Despite speaking loud and clear, I don’t think she heard me. She is too aroused and what little mental capacity she has left she was using to try and turn me on with her dance.

I lay back and tell her, “Crawl up here and take my pants off.”

The way she glides up onto the bed and crawls over me is erotic as hell. She undoes my pants, and I left my hips off the bed to help her as she pulls my pants and underwear off. Her eyes light up with delight when she sees my cock spring up once it is freed. She is biting her lip as she takes my shoes off so she can finish removing my pants.

When she is finished, I just say, “Mount me.” This time when she moves, she loses all grace and pounces. Before I have time to blink, she has straddled me and has my cock head inserted. Just as I thought, this girl is one wild fuck when she gets going. She is screaming, shouting profanities and jumping up and down on my cock as hard and fast as she can. If I wasn’t as experienced as I am, there is no way I would have held up for long. As it is, the waiter was in the room watching before I was finished. She already came twice.

I want to taste her later, but I hate cream pies, so I push her off and come all over her ass. She moans out a loud, “NOOOOOO” as she falls to the bed beside me. She still doesn’t see the waiter.

When I am finished, I smack her inner thigh and command, “Our waiter needs a tip. Give him a quick hand.” She rolls over with a horrified look of shock on her face, but it quickly turns to one of lust. She crawls over to the end of the bed then gets on her knees in front of him. He is stunned into silence and inaction as she undoes his pants and pulls out his mini dick.

I figure he will be a two-pump wonder. I quickly grab the box of kleenex and throw it at her.

“Don’t let him get any on you. You are mine, not his.”

He doesn’t disappoint. It isn’t even a half a minute, and he busts his nut. Riya isn’t able to get the tissue on time, but she is able to dodge most of it. He gets some on her right arm and hand. She tucks him back in, does his pants back up, then stands to kiss him on the cheek. When she is done, in a sultry manner, she walks back to the bed and sits down beside me for a passionate kiss.

When we come up for air, he is gone. “Go do a good job of cleaning up, then get back here. We still have to eat, and there is still a lot I want to do to you.”

Riya is giddy as she answers, “Yes, Master,” then she runs off to the bathroom.

When she gets back, I have moved the table beside the bed, and I am lying down, enjoying my lunch. She crawls up beside me, and I command, “You only get one hand to eat. The other you are to use to play with yourself. You are not allowed to cum, but you are to keep yourself right on the edge. If I get the urge to stick my dick inside you while you eat, I want you to cum as soon as I get my head in you.”

“Yes, Master.”

I decide that the show she is giving isn’t enough. Besides, pretending to ignore it will just turn her on even more. It is time for a casual conversation. I start out asking stupid questions about the weather, then about her life growing up and her family. I move the conversation along quickly. There is nothing for my vengeful mind to take note of, so I start asking her more personal questions.

“When did you discover you liked humiliation and needed somebody to take control?”

“I was in college and went out with a boy that pushed me.”

“Did you enjoy it then, or did you enjoy it.”

“Oh, I loved it. That was the problem. It scared me.”

“What happened to end it.”

“He stripped me naked and brought me out to the living room, where there were a bunch of people. As soon as I saw them, I had the best orgasm, but once they left, I started crying. From that day forward, I refused to answer his calls or talk to him. I knew he would keep pushing me, and I wasn’t ready.”

“Has there been anybody since him?”

“I tried to date a few times, but the boys were never forceful enough. I gave them head or a handjob because that is what they demanded, but they never really took charge, so I didn’t give them anything else. When they asked me out again, I turned them down.”

“What changed? Why are you here?”

“I have been longing for somebody to take control. I just can’t get off with a plastic cock. When the girls started talking about you, it made me all wet. I just wanted to be sure you wouldn’t hurt me. I mean, look at what you did with all the girls in the office. If you could do that to a normal girl, what would you do with one as horny and deprived as me?”

“You were wise to be cautious. The biggest mistake a submissive makes is to give herself too soon and winds up in a bad relationship. That deserves a reward.”

“Thank you, Master, but your whore doesn’t need a reward.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t take you as one of mine. I have too many women already.”

I can see how I just broke her heart. She was all excited. Now despite how excited she is ramming her fingers in and out of her cunt, she is also sad.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t help you. You like humiliation. How would you like to be owned by a company instead of a person?”

She cums and cums hard. I pretend to get mad, so I pinch and twist her closest nipple.

“I told you not to cum.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I couldn’t help it.”

“As hot as you are, if the wrong guy asked you out, you would be in trouble. You are an accident waiting to happen, and it will not be pretty when it does.”

Riya continues fingering herself, trying to get back on edge as I had commanded her. She replies, “I know, Master, but I don’t know what to do.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“For you, I would do ANYTHING.”

“I don’t doubt it. I am Trent Brown. How would you like to be the new legal secretary at one of the Slutty resorts? It would mean being owned by my company, by extension, be owned by me. You will receive the dominance you crave and will be safe at all times. Not that I think it will sway your decision, but there is also a great benefits package and pension.”

“I don’t know. I love the idea, but I don’t want to give up my job.”

“Riya, I said work for me as a legal secretary, the same job you have now. The only difference is you would live in a better place, be forced to have sex and do what you are told. Sexually, it is everything you are looking for and everything you like about your job. The only question, is it too much for you?”

Now she has stopped eating altogether. She is trying hard to concentrate on the conversation, but she is too horny and can’t think straight. Instead of waiting for an answer, I push her onto her back and mount her. She does cream on my cock before it is all the way in. It is a big orgasm, though and lasts for quite some time. I am fully seated and fucking her hard, long before it ends.

I notice she is starting to come down as I pinch and pull on her other nipple, calling her a stupid whore that will cream for anybody but is too dumb to know what it is she wants. This rolls her back into another orgasm. She passes out just before I fill her womb.

Since I own this hotel, I have this room reserved for whoever comes with me for lunch. I have it stocked. I open up the nightstand and pull out a bullet vibe with a cell phone app to control it. I unceremoniously shove it up Riya’s cunt and put her panties back on to hold it in place. I have to wake her with smelling salts so we can get back to work. She doesn’t have time to get cleaned up. She just gets dressed, but I don’t let her do up her shirt. She is to walk to the car with her bra exposed.

We get in the car, and I open her bra, placing my arm around her, I maul her tit the entire way back to the office. On the way, I tell her, “I was serious about the job. You can have your legal secretary job and your fantasy every day.”

“If I do, will I get to fuck you?”

“I don’t often go to the resorts anymore. I have too much pussy as is. I’ll tell you what. Any time you see a chance to work with me, volunteer and I will try to get you flown out. Before you leave, I will also invite you over, and I will screw you all nite while my slaves help out. I’m sure they would love to have you for a night.”

“That sounds like fun. Can I think about it?”

“No, You have proven to me you need somebody to decide for you. I now own you. You will call me Master at all times. As soon as we get to the office, you will give your two week’s notice. You have one week to sell everything you own. The second week you will live with my slaves. That will give me two nights with you and my slaves.”

She perks up, and the more I talk, the more excited she gets. We are almost at the office when I tell her, “Look how hard you have made me. Now use your mouth to take care of it. You best not spill any of my magic juice either.”

She is ecstatic as she quickly frees my cock and gets to work. The limo is parked outside the office. I wind down the window so those coming out of the building can see. Before I let loose, I tell her, “You are to keep some. Don’t swallow it all. You need to rub some on your chest, lips and under your nose. You aren’t to wash it off until tomorrow morning. I want you in bed tonight, smelling me.”

We were already late for work, but I didn’t care. Riya wouldn’t be working there much longer, and this was my last day. I’m used to more experienced girls, so it takes a while for her to get me to cum again. When she does, she drinks the first bit then directs the rest onto her chest. She cleans me with her tongue then puts me away. Smiling up at me, she takes some cum off her chest with her baby finger and sticks a little up each nostril. She scoops up some more and applies it to her lips and underside of her nose. The last thing she does before fixing her bra and doing up her shirt is to rub the rest of it into her upper chest.

I help her out of the car and walk her to HR so that she can hand in her notice. The entire way, I have my hand on her ass, so everybody can see. As we walk, we have a casual conversation, but every chance she gets, she calls me master.

I drop her off at her desk and head to my office. On the way in, my secretary stops me, saying, “Sir, you are late for your appointment. She is in your office waiting, but you should hurry up, or you will end up pushing back all your afternoon appointments.”

“What do you mean? We have finished all our work. What do I have appointments for?”

“Silly boy, people want to come by and formally say goodby. You will be missed with all the HARD work you do.”

I enter my office and see Fumi, a gorgeous Japanese girl that happens to be one of the senior partner’s personal assistant. She is also one of the hottest girls in the building and is laying on my desk completely naked.

I take my time, closing the door, increasing the chance somebody will see her. I know this just makes her hotter. I pretend to ignore her and sit down in my chair. When she turns to look at me, I ask her, “I notice whoever did the hiring only hired attractive women. Who does the hiring?”

“That is because the senior partners get the final interview.”

“I’m guessing that means that not every man in the company gets to have his way with you.”

“No, in fact, they don’t have their way with every woman either. That leaves too big of a risk for a lawsuit.”

“How does it work then?”

“In the interview, nothing happens. They end up having a personal conversation with the girl to try and probe some information from her, but she will not notice. They watch the girls, and if they think a girl will be up for a little fun, they let a jr partner snatch her up as a secretary, but he isn’t to fuck her right away. He starts with little things.”

“Such as”

“He may say some things with a double meaning so he can feign innocence if she gets mad. Then he will touch her innocently. If she still doesn’t get mad, he keeps pushing farther until he fucks her. If she makes a fuss, they pressure her and give her all the shit jobs until she leaves. If she is a good lay, she gets a new contract and promotion.”

“What is in the contract?”

“An NDA and an agreement to drop her panties for senior partners or people they approve. I can still have a boyfriend. I just can’t tell him about it. I figure since you are the owner of Slutty, there was no harm in telling you?”

“Who else knows who I am?”

“Nobody that I know of”

“How close are you to passing the bar?”

“If I could get the time to study instead of work all day every day, I could probably do it in a month.”

“Want a job?”

“Doing what?”

“I could always use another lawyer. A lot of times, when I am in negotiations, I don’t have any of my girls with me to help with stress relief. There is room for advancement and the pay is likely better than here.”

“Sounds like fun.”

I hit the intercom to talk with my secretary, “Sally get in here.”

“Is there a problem, Sir? I haven’t heard any screaming.”

“Stop being cheeky and get your sexy ass in here.”

“Yes, SIR.”

A moment later, she comes in and closes the door. I tell her, “You are overdressed.”

Her smile broadens, and she starts to strip as quickly as she can. I instruct her, “That is no way to strip in front of a man. Do it slow and sensually.”

She blushes, embarrassed that she couldn’t anticipate such a simple thing and says, “Sorry, Master.”

“It seems, both you girls need a job interview. Sally, you did such a good job finding me cock warmers for my stay here, and now, it seems, you organized a good farewell. How would you like to be a Slutty recruiter?”

“That sounds like fun. What do I have to do?”

“Have sex with strangers while looking for talent. I saw the lustful look you gave every girl you brought to me. You would have access to the occasional fully trained slutty girl.”

She does a giddy squeal of excitement, then asks, “When do I start?”

“As soon as you pass this audition. Now get over here and put my cock into this Japanese goddess.”

“Yes, Master.”

Fumi tries to put her feet on the ground so she can be bent over my desk. I will have none of it. She has a nice ass for a Japanese girl, but I’m used to the best of the white chicks. Besides, her best side is her front. EVERYTHING is perfect from the front. I roll her over and push her forward, so only part of her ass hangs over the ledge. By then, Sally is by my side with my cock in hand, directing it towards its target. As my cock enters Fumi, Sally kisses me, exchanging tongues.

Sally is a good fuck, but visually, she doesn’t do it for me. I think they gave her to me because she is the voluptuous type that most guys would kill for. I tell her to rub her tits on my back and use her hips to push me into her friend. She does, holding onto my chest with one hand while her other plays with Fumi’s cunt. In no time, Fumi has her legs wrapped around us, trying to suck me in deeper. Her back is arched, and she is speaking Japanese.

It doesn’t take Fumi long. Sitting in front of two of her friends, naked, while having a conversation gets her going. When she turns limp, I pull out. I don’t like a dead fuck. In no time, Sally is on her knees and cleaning my cock with her tongue. By the time she finishes, Fumi is waking up. Sally reaches into the large bottom drawer. I notice two plastic bags. One is from Walmart and one from a local sex shop. She pulls batteries out of one and a new bullet vibe out of the other. In no time, she has the batteries in the vibe, and it shoved in Fumi’s cunt with a harness to keep it in place. Fumi gets dressed, forgetting her underwear. On the way out the door, she puts her bra and panties in a duffle bag by the door.

Sally calls out to her, “Send in the next appointment, will you? We are running late.”

Fumi walks out, leaving the door open. Fiona walks by, seeing Sally completely nude, standing beside me. My pants are off, but she can’t see that because I am sitting at my desk. Moments later in walks Willa, a nordic goddess. She is also a secretary for one of the senior partners. I ask Sally, “How many?”

She whispers in my ear, “As many as we can until it is time to cut the cake.” I reach over into another drawer and pull out a 1L bottle of X-Plus-water, downing it all.

Each time I finished with a girl, Sally gives them a bullet vibe, souvenir, turned on low. Each time a girl leaves, she drops her underwear into the duffle bag. At 4 pm, Fumi walks in on my fucking a tight little native chick and says, “You better hurry up and finish her off. it is time for you to get dressed and cut the cake.”

Fumi leans over and sticks one of the girls tits in her mouth and Sally starts rubbing her clit harder, trying to get her off. This girl cums hard and passes out. As Sally cleans of my dick, I point the girl out as being her first recruitment assignment.

I am walking out of my personal washroom after cleaning up. The redhead is still resting on my desk, but Sally is gone. In walks one of the senior partners. He sees the girls and laughs. “You spent more time fucking our girls than working.”

“What do you expect?”

I tell him who I am and that I am the eccentric fool that insisted on having a liaison. “I was impressed with how you handled things and how you select your personal assistants. If you ever want to train up their skills a bit, there are courses at all of our resorts. You can either take your assistant on vacation or just send her in for training. If you give me advance notice, we can tailor something special for you.

He walks over to the girl and starts to fondle her while she is still out of it. I remind him, “That isn’t consensual until she is fully awake. Given how careful you are selecting your toys, you should be cautious.”

That snaps him out of it. “Your right. Let’s go get some Cake.”

I tell him to wait a minute, and I pull some smelling salts from a draw and wake her up. I give her the bullet vibe and ask her to get dressed. She is a deep shade of red as she watches her boss checking her out. When she stands up, I give her a deep and passionate kiss, then thank her. I collect her underwear and stick them in the bag, so she doesn’t have to, then I walk with the senior partner to the break room. On the way, I am drinking more X-Plus-water. It is the only thing keeping me awake.

Before we get into the break room, I tell Jerry, the senior partner, “I have no appreciation for women that cheat on their family. If you want, I will give you blackmail material on every married woman I fucked. You could have a stable for your clients. If you want to impress them, you should send the whores for training.”

“You would just give us that?”

“I kind of owe you. I poached three of your girls and am after a forth.”

Jerry smirks, “Asshole. You don’t have enough whores.”

“Not ones that can double as a legal department.”

That got him laughing.

It was another one of the senior partners that makes the going-away speech. I say words of thanks and mention how much of a pleasure it was to work with all of them. What is humorous is one bullet vibe didn’t make a noise loud enough to be heard.

Since several girls were walking around with the vibes turned on, there was a slight buzzing noise. One of the interns noticed it and has people trying to find the strange sound. Since it isn’t coming from any one place, nobody discovers its location. The room also has a peculiar scent that I am familiar with, and a few girls seem to find the room a little warm. One of the last things I do is say goodby to Fiona. I pull her in for a hug and thank her for all her help. I hold the embrace a little longer than is appropriate for co-workers, and I whisper in her ear, “My only regret is I didn’t get a chance to get to know you better.” I kiss her on the cheek, then departed.

I spend five days with my girls. Tuesday, after the dance lesson, Vicky and Faith jump into my car and instead of taking them to my apartment, I take them home to meet my girls. As with all my mansions, there are hidden cameras and mics everywhere. On the ride there, I have Faith strip, and Vicky fingers her. The girls are necking in the back seat when we arrive.

Vicky’s top is off, and Faith has cum dripping down her leg. I don’t let them clean up or dress. I make them walk nude, up the front steps. When they see the mostly nude valet park the car, they start with the questions. I just told them to be patient, or they will never get to come home with me again. That shut Faith right up. Vicky just lets out a sexy little laugh. They are even more surprised when I enter the mansion without knocking.

The girls aren’t expecting me to come home. I have the first house girl that I came across, fetch them to the playroom. The playroom is much like bedroom three in the old mansion, being equipped fo vanilla sex and orgies. The difference is it is a bit bigger and has some more bondage equipment. Bedroom three is always the main playroom in all my mansions. The reason this one has bondage equipment is slaves are living here that need it as part of their regular sex play. All the mansions have a dungeon for special occasions.

We barely get through the door, and I am handing Faith, and Vicky blueberry wine, spiked heavily with X-Plus. Blueberry wine can be either extremely sweet or bitter, depending on the time of the season the wine is made. A sweet blueberry wine heavily dosed with X-Plus tastes like a high-quality bitter wine. When Vicky leaves, I will give her something so her withdrawal will not be bad. As for Faith, I have no love or respect for a cheating dishonest hypocrite.

Once again, I pull out a camcorder and have Vicky start recording. I have Faith confess she came on her own free will and is willing to do anything I want if it means she can have my cock.

Rain is the first one to walk in, and it takes Faith’s breath away. When Shy can speak, she addresses Rain, “You, your her. Oh god, I always wanted to meet you and have you force me to fuck some random guy.”

Rain laughs at her, “Nice to meet you too, slut.”

I tell Rain, “She wants you to tie her up and dominate her. Go ahead. Show her what it is like.”

Rain walks over and pushes the preacher’s wife to the whipping bench. It is specially designed so every time a girl flinches, she rubs her clit and nipples. If you are not careful, you can rub them raw. Rain doesn’t hurt her but isn’t friendly either. Faith is forcefully tied onto the bench. Rain asks, “Is she a pain slut, and what is her safe word?”

“No, she isn’t, but the bitch has no safe word. Have fun.”

At that, Rain violently shoves two fingers into Faith’s dripping snatch, proclaiming, “Wow, this bitch is wet. What did you do to her?”

“Nothing. She is into dominance and humiliation. I think the way we are treating her like her opinion doesn’t matter, and the fact that she just met her porn hero is more than enough to get her off.” I hand Rain the bottle of wine. Make sure she drinks this. It is filled with an older version of X-Plus. Don’t let anybody else have any.” Rain nods in understanding.

That is when the slaves start showing up. We ignore Faith for now. Rain uses her back as a seat. As each girl comes in, I greet them with a kiss and introduce the to Vicky. By the time the third slave arrives, Faith proclaims, “Oh god, I can’t believe the slaves are here. I have always wanted to be one of them. You are all so hot and make the perfect slaves.”

This pisses me off, so I snap at her, “You stupid bitch. You have no clue what you are talking about. You could never survive the horrors my slave has gone through. They have had terrible lives.”

Nina, one of the slaves, protests, “We have good lives now. Nobody has a better master and look where we live.”

Rain calls her over, “Come here, Nina.” She never hesitates. WHACK Rain slaps her in the ass as hard as she can. “You know better than to contradict your Master, slave.”

Nina starts balling. Vicky brings the camera down, so she is no longer looking through it, “Jesus, why did you have to hit her so hard. Look at the poor girl.”