samutra on Collarspace

11/11/2010 4:53:34 PM

So what does it take to really break a slave? I remember one who we shall call Jenny. I employed her during the day as a vanilla secretary. With time she assimilated with the rest of the staff and mixed in. She blended in and became good friends with the other secretaries. One year we had an important Japanese client come over at Christmas. He joined us for our Christmas dinner. By this time Jenny was living independently and I would see her every now and then as I was travelling a lot. I do think she had forgotten she was but a slave and was beginning to think of us as boyfriend and girlfriend. Anyway the Christmas Dinner was held in a private room at a local pub. I waited until everyone has finished their main course. I was seated on the top table with Mr Wannatabe (our Japanese client). Jenny was at the other end of the room with two other secretaries. Everyone had been drinking. I called Jenny over. As she approached I called out that Mr Wannatabe fancied her. She blushed and laughed it off as a joke. I looked at her and said no -that he fancied her for his dessert - there and then. She went red. She half glanced back at the other secretaries. I looked at her and reminded her how important the client was. She started going pale as she realised I wanted to humiliate her in the vanilla world. She whispered no. Her eyes begged me. Tears swelled up in her eyes. I told her to get on her knees under the table. I ordered her. She sobbed as she took Mr Wannatabe in her mouth. I had known the other secretaries for a long time but imagine Jenny's surprise when they brought whips out their handbags and lifted the table away...