Steeling herself as best as she could, she opened the gull wing door, stepped out, stood for a moment to smooth her skirt and make sure her new collar was straight, blew her Master a kiss and walked into the building.

The sight of her new adornment struck the two security guards silent for a moment which almost made her laugh. “Hello, Mister Richard, Miss Jackson.”

“Mrs Andrews, ” they answered in unison.

This time there was no “trouble” with her ID card and with a quick swipe and a slight wave she went to the elevators. Shifting her weight from one foot to another she waited impatiently for the car to come up from the garage. The ebullience she had felt in the car had steadily and irresistibly been replaced by increasing nervousness. When it finally opened it contained the one person from the office that she least wanted to see. Naomi Thompson, the biggest gossip and most judgmental person in the office. In Sherie’s opinion (and a few others) it was nothing that couldn’t be cured with a good fucking.

“Oh. It’s you.” was all the woman said, her voice dripping with disdain. She moved aside to let Sherie enter and stand at the back of the small car.

She had her back to to the girl who moments before had been glowing with pride and was talking out loud as if to herself but was clearly addressing Sherie when she said, “I can’t believe they let such a disgusting piece gutter trash still work here after what she did.

“I guess if you’re married to the boss’ brother and willing to lower yourself far enough...”

The slave thought for a moment of answering but decided it would only make things worse.

“A disgrace to every woman has to stay off her knees and work hard to get ahead.”

Her words made Sherie’s ears burn and she opened her mouth to say, “It’s not like that.” but the words wouldn’t come. She remained silent but couldn’t fail to feel how the humiliation was turning her on.

“If it was up to me...”

After what seemed like an eternity they reached their floor and the door opened. The bitch in front hurried out, obviously rushing to announce the other woman’s return. She waited by the entrance until Sherie arrived and said quite loudly, “LOOK WHAT’S BACK!”

She hurried past the nasty woman, her eyes on the ground and went straight to her cubicle. As before it had been “decorated” with various lewd and suggestive items. Someone had fashioned shackles out of heavy black paper and attached them to the arms of her chair. Her screen saver was a new. gif of a girl tied to a mast and being whipped by a brawny shirtless pirate. At another time she’d have loved to watch it over and over while she masturbated but now it was just an irritant.

She heard Naomi commenting on her collar and making other nasty remarks but gave no sign that she heard any of them. She tried to remove the. gif but couldn’t figure out how so she just unplugged her computer.

The paper shackles came off easily and she tossed them.

But then she opened her desk drawer and looking for the paperwork and found it filled with dozens of packets marked ‘Love Honey, ” “Boy Butter, ” and “Anal Glide.” It took her a few minutes to find and remove them all and this time, instead of throwing them into the trash with the paper cuffs, she made a very obvious gesture of putting them all into her purse while smiling to herself as she imagined their faces.

The other drawers were filled with coils of ropes, dildos, and a few anal plugs. There too, she did not toss. She’d have to get a bag from the supply closet to carry them all but she looked forward to sharing a good laugh with her husband about it later.

She was coming back from the supply closet carrying a couple of brown paper bags when she heard Joanna’s voice behind her.

“Come here, slut, and stand by me.”

She quickly obeyed and stood next to her boss who then clapped her hands and called for the attention of the office staff.

“Ladies and gentleman. If I may have your attention for a moment.” All chatter ceased and they all faced her.

“There has been a lot of gossip and commentary about this employee, some true, most not. And I’m here to address that and hopefully put an end to it.

“Sherie here is my sister-in-law. She is married to my brother Derek and, as you can see by this permanent collar, ” she said with a flourish of her hand at the new steel ringing her throat, “she is his slave.”

A few people exchanged knowing glances, unsurprised by that revelation.

“It is a voluntary relationship between the two of them and they have a signed, notarized contract.”

Looking at the girl she told her, “Tell them. Let them know it’s your choice.”

Her voice almost breaking but growing stronger, she said, “Yes, it’s all true. I am my husband’s slave. It is a position I chose and one I ask him for. We have a contract defining our roles but that’s private between the two of us.

“I have never refused any order he has given me and I hope I never will.

“Today, he gave me this beautiful collar. It was forged by a blacksmith and no, it cannot be removed.

“If I offended anyone by sending that email to everyone I apologize. I intended it to go only to my Master.

“And, though it’s no one else’s business, he was holding the camera and I was obeying his orders to perform that act on a stranger. He likes making me do that and I love doing whatever he likes.”

There was a slightly awkward silence for a few moments as they took in her amazing confession.

Joanna spoke again, “Now, if everyone’s curiosity is satisfied...”

A couple of hands went up and someone said, “I have a couple of questions...”

“I guess that would be okay. Sherie, do you mind answering a question or two?”

“I meant for you.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

It was, of course, Naomi. “Does this mean that the rules for sexual harassment no longer apply here?” There was a quite audible sneer in her voice as she glared at the two women.

“No, it does not. After consulting with Mr Crandall, our legal department, and HR it was decided that because the email was clearly sent by accident and only showed the person who sent it, it did not rise to the level of creating a hostile workplace and it was dealt with in-house.”

“That’s it? This... this thing... gets off scot-free?” There was clearly increasing anger in her voice.

“No. She does not, ” Joanna replied, emphasizing the pronoun in a clear rebuke. “She is being dealt with severely and is on strict probation.”

“Severely?” the woman asked, “What the heck does that mean?

“She’s obviously some sort of... what are they called?”

“A masochist, ” someone else said.

“Yeah, that’s it. A masochist, ” she went on, speaking the word in such a way as to make it sound like the filthiest thing anyone could be. “She probably gets her kicks being punished.”

“Joanna, if I may...” Sherie interjected, “I think I can best answer her.”

Her boss nodded.

“Yes, what you say is true. I am a masochist. You may not like it or think it’s perverted, but it’s true.

“But even for a masochist not all pain is a turn-on.”

The whole audience was rapt listening to her words.

“When I am getting punished it is in no way anything sexual. I hate it. It just hurts.

“Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. If I am being punished it means that I have f..., um, messed up. I have done something that has made my... my Master... or someone else, upset.” Though no gesture was made it was clear that she meant her sister-in-law.

“I never question it. I don’t have to. Because I know I need it to happen.

“That’s right. I need it to happen.”

Even Naomi seemed focused on what she was saying.

“I know it may sound like abuse but it’s not, ” she went on, “Because after I have been punished I am completely and absolutely forgiven for whatever I did to deserve it.”

“So, as Joanna said, you’re still being punished?” another voice asked.

“Yes. My punishment is not over.”

“What does that mean?” they asked.

“It means, ” Joanna interjected, “That besides her Master punishing her at home this weekend, she has also been punished here.” It was clear the staff wanted more details but their boss offered nothing more.

“I think, if we’re going to just excuse this disgusting behavior from our ’co-worker’” Naomi said, using the word in a way that suggested she wasn’t really, “we should get to see... or at least know... the details.”

It was clear that her interest had gone beyond the merely curious to the more prurient.

Joanna knew that Naomi was just the sort of person that might decide to take this to the state labor board and that she was treading on thin ice.

“I think that might be arranged. Let me talk to her husband and I’ll let you all know.

“Now, if we can all get back to work...” The office staff took that request as an order and quickly moved back to their desks and their work. Except for one.

“Naomi, I think we can talk about this in my office if you’d like.”

The woman nodded and followed her boss into the office. Sherie hesitated but a shake of Joanna’s head told her not to follow so she went back to her desk and tried to focus on her job.

After closing the door behind them Joanna took a seat at her desk and with a wave, invited the other woman to take a seat.

“Now, Miss Thompson, what can I do to get you to put this unpleasantness behind you.”

“I... I want to watch...” she said softly, as if she herself could not believe she was saying.

“Well, I already said I would ask if that could be arranged.” Joanna enjoyed the other woman’s discomfort snd continued, “But there’s more, isn’t there?”

“I... I want to..” she couldn’t seem to force the words out.

“What, Naomi? What do you want to do?” Joanna’s experience as a boss and a Dominatrix had readied her for this and she savored it.

“I want to... punish her myself.”

“Is that all?” Joanna said with a smile that suggested that of a cat with a newly caught canary.

“Do you want to see the girl stripped naked and tied to a pole so you can whip her?”

It was as if the woman had read her mind. She nodded.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you, ” she teased. “Say it out loud so we both can hear it.”

“Yes... I want to see that?”

“We both know you can do better than that.”

Finally, Naomi let it burst forth, “I want to see her naked. I want to see her tied up. I want to... to... to whip her... myself.”

“Of course you do. Who wouldn’t?

“To see her squirm and cry and not be able to escape... as you whip her again and again... hearing her beg for mercy but giving her none?”

She could see the sparkle in the other woman’s eyes as she thought about that scenario.

“And then, when you finish, have the little bitch get on her knees and thank you?”

Naomi flushed with excitement at the thought.

“To watch her crawl to you on all fours...”

“And then, hear her ask to show her thanks in a more... um, physical way. With her tongue perhaps?”

The vivid description was having just the impact that Joanna intended. The woman’s face had turned crimson and she was squirming in her seat as if trying to scratch the burning itch in her labia.

“I think I may have underestimated you, Naomi.

“I thought you were just the office’s biggest complainer. Someone who walked around with a stick so far up her ass that she couldn’t see straight.”

The woman glared at her.

“But I was wrong. It turns out you’re just a mean, sadistic bitch...”

The woman opened her mouth to speak but before she could say anything Joanna smiled and said, “Just like me.”

The woman brightened. ‘Was it true?’ she thought to herself/ ‘Was she really a sadist?’

Seeing the woman’s expression Joanna assured her, “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just what we are.

“The trick is learning to accept it about yourself and then, ” she smiled evilly, “then you have to find people who like pain. Who like to be hurt.”

Naomi’s mind was spinning, overwhelmed by the realization that what her boss had said was completely true.

“But don’t worry about finding any of those. They’re everywhere. I can think of at least three people in this office besides Sherie who fit that description.”

The faces of every one of her co-workers flashed through her mind as she tried to guess which ones but couldn’t.

“In time, like me, you’ll learn to sense it. And then you’ll learn how to tell them without saying it that you’re the answer to their darkest desires and dreams.”

The woman’s life had suddenly and irrevocably been completely changed. She felt, for a change, totally at peace. She knew, at last what she was and where she belonged.

“But how do I learn all that? Ho do I get to be like you?”

“Well. I don’t know that you’ll ever be quite like me. I’ve been doing this since I was a teenager.

“But I’ll help you get started. In fact, let me call my brother and make sure you’re invited to come and watch his slave get punished this weekend.”

The thoughts of watching the little troublesome bitch get punished had escaped her mind but it returned with a vengeance and made her pussy gush.

“Hello Derek?

“I’m going to put you on speaker, okay?”

His voice broke in, “Sure sis, what’s up?”

“I’m sitting in my office with one of your slave’s co-workers.”

After a pause he said, “Aww crap! What’s the stupid cunt done now?”

“Don’t worry, she’s been very well behaved. It’s something else.”

“Whew. That’s good. What is it?”

“I don’t know if she ever mentioned it but there has been one co-worker who Sherie could just never seem to get along with.

“Her name is Naomi Thompson.”

“Yeah, that sounds vaguely familiar.”

“Well, Naomi is here with me now. Say hello, Naomi.”

“Hello Mr Andrews.”

“Well, with my advice we’ve figured out the probable reason why.

“It turns out Naomi is a frustrated Domme.”

“I’m not sure what that means, sis.”

“It means, she has been suppressing and fighting against her natural impulses as a Sadist.”

“Ah. I can see how that would be a problem.”

Growing up with Joanna and having someone to experiment with, that had never been a problem for him but he could sympathize.

“Well, I was going to invite the other folks in the office to come and watch you punish your slave as a way to satisfy any offense they may have taken from that email.

“But after talking with her, I think Naomi is the only one I really should invite.

“She’s eager to start on her new adventure and I think watching a slave get punished, especially in a crowd of other slaves and their owners, would be very helpful for her to get started.”

The thought of there being others had never even occurred to her but Naomi was thrilled by the prospect.

“Okay, sis. I trust your judgement. She’s welcome to come and see. And maybe even participate.”

“Thanks, bro. I figured you’d be okay with it. I just wanted to make sure.”

“No problem. Anything else?”

“Well, there is one thing...”

“Yes?”

“Well this whole discussion of who and what she is has had a huge impact on her and I can tell she really needs some relief.”

Being talked about this only inflamed the woman’s desires even more.

“So I’d like to bring Sherie in and provide her with some.”

Derek laughed. “Well, Joanna, you know I can never refuse your requests.

“So go ahead. If she objects at all tell her it has been approved by me. In fact, let me send her a text.”

The text message was simple. “Go to Joanna’s office and obey what she says. Make me proud.”

“Thanks, brother, I’ll see you on Friday. I’m looking forward to it.”

At the same moment she picked up her phone to read the text her intercom buzzed and she heard Joanna summon her into the office.

She texted back, “Yes, Master.” and hurried to the other office.

Entering the office she looked back and forth at the two women, slightly unsure of herself. Instead of the usual nasty look she got from her co-worker she saw a strange, unsettling smile. Joanna was on her feet and walked past her to lock the door.

‘Uh-oh, ’ she thought, the last time that had happened she had been quite brutally and quite painfully punished.

Turning, Joanna took her by the elbow and walked her over to where her nemesis sat smirking and with a firm touch pushed her to her knees.

‘whattheeverlovinghellisthis?’ she thought as she silently complied.

“Sherie, it seems that the only person who wants to press of your email being construed as sexual harassment is Ms Thompson here.”

This was not looking good for the slave.

“But she and I have had a good heart-to-heart discussion and I think we’ve figured out why.”

She was curious but said nothing.

“It seems that... Well why don’t you tell her, Naomi.”

Naomi felt very weird being put on the spot and had to force the words out. “It seems I’m really a Sadist... like Joanna...”

It all became instantly clear to the slave and she understood why the woman had been treating her so badly for so long. She was jealous and confused. She wanted to throw herself at Naomi’s feet and tell her it was all alright, that she understood. But even for a novice Domme that would have been wrong so she held her tongue.

“Your Master just invited me to come and watch you get punished this weekend and I’m very excited. I can’t wait to see you get whipped or whatever.”

Sherie knew why she had been summoned instantly and leaned forward to place her forehead on the carpet. “Please, Ms Thompson, will you let this worthless slave relieve your needs.”

The slave was good and she knew it. Joanna wasn’t surprised but Naomi certainly was.

“So you want to... to take care of my, um, need to get off?” The words didn’t come easily but they got the idea across.

“Yes, Ms Thompson, ” she said from her position at the woman’s feet, “I would like you to use my tongue and my lips to make you cum. I would love to be allowed to lick every drop of juice from your pussy.”

In awe, she could only nod and gasp, “yes...”

Sitting up Sherie could see up the woman’s skirt and see that she was wearing pantyhose and plain white panties. Sliding her hands up under the gray tweed skirt she whispered, “I’ll need to take these off to do a good job, don’t you think?”

As if in a daze the woman raised herself with her hands on the arm of the chair and let the slave slide both undergarments down her legs.

She was speechless as she took in the very pretty, very eager, younger woman who was asking for permission to give her head.

“This skirt it pretty but it’s a bit too snug for you to spread your legs so that I can get my mouth on that pretty cunt.” She unzipped it along one side and it too joined the lingerie on the floor.

Lowering her face to the top of the other woman’s foot, Sherie extended the tip of her tongue and slipped it between two of her toes. It was clearly an act of submission but also, for someone as repressed as Naomi Thompson, it was a startlingly erotic sensation. The owner of the tongue felt her target’s muscles twitch and knew she was on the right track.

Joanna took a seat to enjoy the show and made no effort to hide the hand that moved to her crotch.

Slowly and steadily, moving from one leg to the other and back, she used her lips and tongue to worship the other woman’s limbs. She knew every sensitive spot, along the insides of her calves, behind the knees, and finally her inner thighs, and gave each a little extra attention.

Again and again she raised goosebumps on the woman’s skin. With her lips she opened her smooth thighs as far as the arms of the chair would allow. She could smell the woman’s sex and see it glistening with her juices but she resisted the temptation to dive right in. Gently she pulled the woman to the edge of the chair and opened the legs wide.

Looking up at the woman who less than an hour before had shamed her in front of the office with her most submissive look in her most submissive voice, she begged, “Please Ms Thompson... please let me make up my transgressions to you by letting me taste those beautiful looking lips.”

Joanna’s fingers were busily teasing her vulva and clit and she watched this well-trained slave seduce her co-worker.

Naomi said nothing, only nodding an affirmative.

But the more experienced Domme spoke up, “No Naomi. Not like that. Assert yourself. Order the bitch to do it and make sure she does it just the way you like.”

Naomi looked over at the woman who would be her mentor and suddenly her whole demeanor changed. She reached out and grabbed a handful of Sherie’s hair and pulled her into her crotch as she growled, “Get in there you little cunt-tease. Show me what you can do... or else...”

She didn’t have any idea what that ”or else” might really mean but it felt good to say it.

The slave didn’t hesitate and dove right in. The woman’s juices were musky and she hadn’t shaved or trimmed her pubic hair for a long time, if ever. It didn’t bother the slavegirl. In fact its nastiness made it a bit more thrilling. She started by finding the woman’s already swollen clitoris and sucking it with all her might. This made her whole body clench and when Sherie took it between her teeth and gently nipped at it it brought forth an animal like grunt.

“Here, use this, ” she heard Joanna say but with her face buried in the woman’s crotch she couldn’t tell what ’this’ referred to. Only the stinging kiss of multiple strands of leather revealed what it was. It was a much lighter cat than Sherie was used to and she knew Joanna and given it to the woman because she was a novice but still she moaned into the dripping vulva in her mouth, if only to give the new Domme encouragement.

The lashes landed again and again on the slave’s ass and back and she played up her suffering to feed the woman’s pleasure. She could tell, as they became less rhythmic, that the woman was getting close and she sucked the clit between her teeth and flicked it with her tongue as she jammed several fingers into her.

The woman erupted, spewing Sherie’s face with her juices while making a bestial grunting sound. But the slave wasn’t done and she kept up her oral assault until the woman came again and again until finally, her pussy over-sensitized so much that it was almost painful and she pushed her away.

Sitting back on her heels she wiped the fragrant juices from her face, winked at Joanna just as she to squirted her orgasm, and lowered her face to kiss the top of Naomi’s feet and said (a little theatrically), “Thank you, Ms Thompson, for letting me serve you.”

She mumbled something from the depths of her orgasmic fog that may have been, “okay” or “you’re welcome” or something else but it was unclear.

Sitting up Sherie enjoyed the sight of a thoroughly sated woman and added, “I hope you enjoy watching me getting punished by my Master as much as you did this.”

She was gone by the time Naomi regained her complete consciousness. Joanna was smiling at her and asked, “May I assume there won’t be any more talk about sexual harassment or unpleasant working conditions?”

The woman shook her head and affirmed that there’d be no problems before finding her voice.

“Is it... is it always... that good?”

“Well, not always. She’s very good, but usually it is. And if it isn’t, you get to punish them until they get it right.”

“But how do you... how do find a... a slave?”

“Don’t worry, a good looking gal like you won’t have any trouble finding submissives who want to kiss her feet.”

The remark confused her. She had never considered herself attractive at all. Years of trying and failing to find satisfaction with a partner led to her repressing her sexuality almost completely. She had adopted a very conservative, almost schoolmarm-ish look. All her clothes were gray or beige and hid her womanly curves entirely.

Joanna could tell her remark had confused her and explained, “Yes. You are a good looking woman. And with a few changes, some more interesting clothes that let others see those great curves, and some practice, you’ll have every submissive boy and girl you meet drooling and begging to serve you.”

Her head was spinning with the possibilities: ‘Boys? Girls? Begging to serve her?’

“You’ll have to figure out what works for you. I’ve had a couple of full-time slaves. One a woman, the other a younger man. But got tired of having to always being expected to tell them what to do.

“So I’ve figured out what works for me. I like newbies. I like taking someone who is just beginning to

explore their submission and helping them stretch their boundaries. I like both sexes and it all depends on my mood.

“There are lots of clubs and private meetings called ‘munches’ where it’s easy to meet subs.”

“Could you...?”

“Take you? Sure. In fact I’m looking forward to watching you blossom. I’ve guided lots of subs but you’ll be my first Dominant.

“Tomorrow we’ll go shopping before we go to my brother’s to watch him punish his careless cunt.”