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“Thanks, I really needed that.”
Her smile was open and sincere as he showed his gratitude to her. Now outside the office, they were not Boss and his assistant but only Jack and Mary. Jack, in his slightly loosened dress shirt, tie, and well-pressed slacks, he was still the image of professionalism. For the moment.

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“S’Okay Jack, so did I. These drinks are a little stronger than the last round. I think the bartender really likes me…”
“Can you blame him? With respect, you know that you’re a stunner Mary and I have been watching heads turn all night to get a look at you!” He realized even as he said the words, his mind lose from the alcohol, that he should be a LOT more careful. Mary looked a little stunned at his words.
False modesty sprinkled with a cruel agenda, but Jack had no idea of what Mary was capable of.
“Jack… I am almost offended!” And Mary pretended to be insulted to boot.
“No, I just meant…”
“HA! It’s okay Jack, just fucking with you.” Jack smiled, relaxing for a moment.
“I am enjoying myself, Mary, really. I mean, it’s one thing to just get away from work but this is a lot of fun, cutting loose like this.” His confession was telling to Mary and her eyes drank him in.
“I know, huh? Normally you’re pretty stuffy at work. I mean, you’re a good boss and all, so it’s nice to see you relax a little.” The way she complimented him made him uneasy and her tone was clearly less than sincere.
“Jack you can be a bit of a dick but for the most part I know you are considerate and you seem successful, confident.”
Seem? What was Mary getting at?
“Uhh, thanks, Mary. Well, I appreciate all of your work and you always dress so professionally.”
“Seriously though I know I’m hot and it’s refreshing to hear you finally acknowledge it.” Her confidence was… surprising and unusual. Jack had only ever known Mary to be helpful, professional, and perhaps a bit aggressive in the pursuit of the tasks he outlined for her to perform during work hours. This was a new side to Mary. Aside Mary had become adept at hiding from Jack and most everyone else.
“Oh, okay. I just meant…”
“Don’t worry, Jack, I won’t tell anyone.” Mary smiled at Jack’s confusion. Jack, struggling to figure out what was happening, realized he was dulled by the drinks and lulled into a false sense of comfort by Mary.
“Now, as for making it up to me…” Mary’s words trailed off. Jack stared blankly waiting for the other shoe to drop.
His look was delicious to Mary and she drank in his continued confusion.
“Another round of drinks should be a good start. Give me cash.” She held her hand out confidently.
Jack balked and was growing uncomfortable. Time to regain control.
“Oh, I think it’s getting a little late and maybe…”
“Nonsense, Jack. We’re just getting started! And I am really enjoying this.” Still holding it outstretched, Mary shook her hand slightly.
Numbly Jack reached into his wallet and handed over a twenty.
“Nah, let’s do a round of shots.”
He looked back at her and down at his wallet. What the hell was happening?
“Better make it another couple of twenties, Jack.” She wasn’t asking and Jack knew he had to do something. Her smile was growing icy cold and her stare was filled with power and confidence.
“Don’t be a dick. Hand me the money, Jack.”
“I… okay.”
And just like that Mary knew what was going to happen.
Jack would live to regret his compliance. She knew what she could do, now.
“I’ll be right back, Jack. For the record, this is the last round of drinks I get for us. From now on, you do the fetching, okay?” She didn’t wait for a reply, simply got up and spun on her too-high heels and strutted to the bar. Her swaying hips and round ass held Jack like super glue. He was lost now.
As he watched Mary openly flirt with the bartender something was clear to Jack now.
After all of these years with Mary as his assistant, he really didn’t even know this woman. He did now.
He watched her manipulate and control the situation at the bar. Her gaze never left the bartender’s eyes and he was lost, as Jack was now, doing her bidding in an almost haze while she smiled demurely and shifted her weight so her ample bosom undulated like an alluring tide. Trying not to stare, Jack made every effort to tear his eyes away from the scene playing out at the bar as he realized he was feeling something a man of his confidence almost never experienced.
Jealousy.
And just as he registered the feelings of insecurity welling up he realized something else.
He was caught dead in his tracks. Mary’s eyes, filled with heat and power, had caught him looking. What could she be thinking? Would she be angry? Flattered? What the hell was going ON?
He averted his eyes to the floor, to his phone, to the door, ANYwhere but at Mary, while she sauntered back to the table.
“So Boss what were YOU looking at?” She wasn’t being playful, exactly.
“I, just…”
“Don’t care, Jack. Here’s your drink. There will be no change.” Her demeanor was no longer that of his assistant, or a friend, or even a stranger.
Her demeanor was that of someone in charge.
“Calling someone?” Mary reached over and grabbed Jack’s phone from his hand. He stared at her, slack-jawed and nervous, and didn’t even pretend to protest.
“Hmmm… let’s see… a couple of women here, no recent calls or texts…” She was absentmindedly violating his privacy and all Jack could do was sit there and feel apologetic for staring at her.
“Nothing interesting here, Jack. Not as interesting as my ass, anyway, right?” She tilted her head slightly at the coy reply.
“No, I wasn’t doing that, I was…”
“Fucking liar. I am not going to hear any bullshit lies, is that clear?” Her tone was demanding. A command.
Jack knew what he had to do.
Obey.
“Understood.”
The air was empty as Jack, flustered and strangely aroused, sat there confused while Mary happily let him hang there without anything to say.
“Good, now that we have that out of the way, here’s your shot. Drink up.” She had brought him some kind of strong shot and a mixed drink while there was only a glass of water in front of her. Jack thought about saying something…
…Mary saw it.
“Did I stutter, Jack?” Her eyes were cold. Jack, in one swift motion, hammered the shot and followed it with a wince and a swig from the drink she brought. The drink was so strong Jack winced again, almost as bad as with the shot.
Mary smiled and was clearly satisfied with how things were going.
Jack, on the other hand, clearly WASN’T.
“Mary it really is getting late and although I have enjoyed our time…”
“OOoo so FORMAL, boss!” Her sarcasm was thick and cutting.
“I think…”
“Really? Think? C’mon now boss…” She looked at him with a wicked smile.
Jack was stunned. He had no idea what was happening, why Mary had been so… authoritative, and why he was stiff as a board.
“I saw how you looked at me when I was at the bar flirting with the bartender and I loved it.”
Jack felt a weird tinge of hope mixed with his horny excitement. He wanted Mary.
“Not in the way you might think, though, boss.” Her sarcasm was killing him.
“What do you mean?” He was genuinely feeling hurt and confused.
“I mean, I knew you wanted me. I haven’t always known but why wouldn’t you?” Her smile was condescending and rude. It didn’t stop Jack from being hot and bothered by Mary, though.
“You’re just like most men, with only a couple of exceptions.” Jack felt hope at being unique in Mary’s eyes as his feelings for her overwhelmed him. All the while Mary was watching Jack very carefully, probing and feeling out his reactions. She was right about Jack, she knew it.
It was time to prove it.
“I mean, most men would have done something by now.”
“It isn’t appropriate though, Mary, I mean, you work for me.”
“Correction. I am your assistant. i make things easier for you, and facilitate, right?”
“I, yes, I didn’t mean…” Mary knew now that she was right about Jack.
“Hush. The other thing about you that makes you different is that you are weak.”
He was stunned and crestfallen. His heart sank as he realized Mary wasn’t interested in him.
He was wrong, though. She WAS interested in him. Just not in the way he thought.
Or in the way he wanted.
“See, I have assisted you but I know now what kind of man you are. A weak one. And one who knows he isn’t good enough for a woman like me.”
She hammered the point home with a flash of her lovely eyes, graceful shifting of her curvaceous form, and her delightful and dark smile.
It hooked him completely.
“See, even now you are too weak and pathetic to complain, or plead your case about how you are ‘normal’ or some shit. Face it, ‘boss’. You’re just a bitch.”
“Please don’t say that, Mary, I’m you’re boss.”
“Not anymore you aren’t. No, if you want my attention things are going to be different. And you do want my attention, don’t you?” She feigned kindness for a moment to close the deal.
He hesitated and knew that he had few things he could say. He could run. He could tell her she was wrong and walk away, shreds of his torn dignity intact.
But he didn’t.
“I do, Mary.”
“Of course you do, bitch.”
“Please stop calling me that, Mary.” A pathetic plea.
Ignored.
“Fuck that. You are a bitch. You know it. I know it. Why sugar coat it?”
“I…”
“Say it.”
“What, Mary?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t know what you mean?” Jack’s playing dumb couldn’t work on Mary. Not anymore, if ever.
“Don’t fucking play games with me. Say it.”
“I’m a bitch.”
“Lovely. Pathetic, but lovely in it’s way. Now that we have that out of the way I think a reward for you is in order. Get your phone in your hand and get ready to take some pictures.” She smiled again, another falsely warm and welcoming smile. Jack was growing afraid of that smile.
“Okay.”
“Get up and go to the Men’s room. Last stall, or whichever is farthest from the door. For your sake.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t like that. From now on call me ‘Miss Mary’, or ‘Ma’am’. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Try again, bitch. Or I am leaving.”
“Sorry, Ma’am. I meant to say ‘Yes, Miss Mary’.”
“Lovely. What a well-behaved little bitch you are.”
“Please don’t say that, Ma’am.”
“You just called me ‘Ma’am and Miss Mary and you expect me to treat you with respect? Idiot. You are my bitch. And if you keep giving me lip I will make you somebody else’s bitch before the night’s over so watch your mouth. Fucking moron. Get the fuck out of here.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” And with that a broken and horny Jack got up, fully erect, and obediently left for the Men’s room, as ordered.
“Fucking pathetic. You are hard as a rock.” A few people had to have heard the comment but Jack could only blush. After all, it was the truth.

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Minutes passed and Jack sat on the toilet seat of the farthest stall dumbly in the not-quite quiet bathroom, his phone ready to take pictures in left hand. Questions flew through his hard-on riddled thinking. Where was she? Why was I doing this? What was going on?
Through it all he really only had one answer.
A raging hard-on in his pants that made everything else unimportant.
Until he heard the door open. Jack froze as emotions and flashes of rational thought crawled into his broken mind. Flashes that left as he grew desperate for it to be Mary.
He held his hand up to the door to hold it close if it wasn’t Mary. But after a second, even through the pounding heartbeat in his ears, he could hear her heels clicking on the cold tile floor and his arousal went back into full swing.
As did his weakness and obedience.
“Open the fucking door, bitch.”
“Yes, Miss Mary.” He held the stall door open and he stared up at her, a vision of cruel loveliness, standing with her delicate hands on her hips as she stared coldly down at him.
“Lovely. Almost ready. Hand me your phone.”
He hesitated for a moment. He saw that Mary noted his hesitation and realized it was a mistake he would pay for later. She took the phone and fiddled with it for a moment before making it ready. She lifted it slightly, ready to point it at him, of course.
“Drop your trousers and get down on your knees before me.”
“I… what? Here? Please…”
Ignoring him, Mary pointed the phone at Jack and he could see it was in video mode, recording everything.
“God damn it, moron. On second thought, bitch, beg me.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Then I will explain it. You are my bitch. I am ordering you to take off your pants but you fucking drag ass and ask why when you should be grateful I am even talking to a weak, pathetic, pansy like you. And then I ordered you to beg me to do it. I suspect you will be doing a lot of begging, and begging for disgusting things I want to see done.
“Like taking off your pants, kneeling before me, and wacking off like some horny teenager.”
“Please…” She leaned forward, mock patience on her beautiful face.
“Yes?”
“May I please take of my pants and kneel before you, Miss Mary.” His shame was total.
“Awww, since you asked so nicely! Sure! Get down on your knees and take out your disgusting little excuse for a dick.”
“Thank you, Miss Mary.”
Slowly he dropped his pants, slid them down to his ankles, and knelt carefully on the cold tile floor, inches from Mary’s shiny black high heeled shoes.
“Now beg me to begin.”
“May I…” He choked on the words. He could still get up and walk away. He could almost ignore his throbbing erection as it sprung out from his underwear while he knelt, ashamed, on the floor of the Men’s room.
“Yes? What did you have in mind, ‘boss’?” Her sarcasm continued its’ assault on his mind.
“May I stroke myself, Miss Mary?”
“What’s the magic word, bitch?”
“Please. May I please stroke myself, Miss Mary?”
“Awww.. so polite! Sure, start stroking your disgusting little thing, ‘boss’.”
His strokes were feverish and clearly he couldn’t last long. He couldn’t remember a time when he was so aroused and horny, desperate to burst.
“Wow, someone needs to make a mess, huh?”
Almost lost in his own word of hunger, he could barely hear her even though he stared longingly up at her from his kneeling position.
“I asked you a QUESTION!” SLAP! Her hand went across his face and left a red mark almost the exact shape of her hand. A second later Mary, liking the image, struck the exact same spot.
SLAP!
SLAP! And again.
Jack, stunned, somehow managed to keep stroking but knew he had to answer.
“I do, Miss Mary, I need to make my mess.”
“Beg me, bitch.”
“What?”
SLAP!
“When I ordered you to your fucking knees I didn’t say anything about letting you FINISH! Fucking bitch. Just for that you can stop now. I’m done with you for tonight. Let that painful erection serve as a reminder of just who is in charge now.”
SLAP!
“I am your new God, bitch. That erection is my meat leash to keep your weak ass in check. You don’t touch it without my permission or I will fuck you up. Is that understood, bitch?”
“Yes Miss Mary.”
It was understood. Clearly.
Mary stopped the phone’s video recording and held it to her side. Jack glanced at it, wondering when she was going to hand it back so he could delete everything she recording.
He should have known better.
“Here’s how things are going to be from now on. Around others, I will pretend to be your assistant, as usual. You are not excused from addressing me as ‘Miss Mary’ or ‘Ma’am’ and every time you fail to do so you will be punished.
“Effective with my next paycheck there will be a significant raise. The amount will not get you any reward but understand that it WILL determine punishments. For your sake, it had best be a VERY healthy one.
“Soon, and I will let you know specifics, things are going to change further. Eventually, you will be stripped of your title, your position, your wage, your possessions, your home, and eventually, your life. This is not negotiable. I am now in charge, period. You are just a little bitch and I will treat you as such. Property. A repulsive excuse for a pet. Get used to it.
“Finally, I will be moving into your house and you will gradually change everything over to my name. No negotiations on that, whore. You will begin making the arrangements and I expect to see a detailed schedule, complete with moving dates, bill transfer, and importantly meeting your family and friends so I can… establish things with everyone. I hope that is clear but I will punish you until it IS.”
Jack stared blankly in terror at this lovely woman who, only a short while ago, was his assistant. He was almost in pain as he watched her take his phone and step back from him.
“We’re done here. Get dressed, clean up, and go home. Tomorrow at work things are going to be different. I hope you like begging because it’s your new language.”
“Yes, Miss Mary. Thank you, Miss Mary.”
The clicking of her heels left him shuddering in fear of his new life.


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