So, a frontal assault on the Manhattan citadel was out of the question. Which was why Julie was dressed in coveralls bearing the logo of a messenger agency and carrying a clipboard and a parcel. The parcel contained 100 back issues of "SCREW" Magazine and a very sincere letter acknowledging the order for them and requesting payment. As nonchalently as she could, Julie strolled up to the security man at the reception desk.

"Parcel for an ahhh Arthur Watson."

"I'll take it."

"Nahhh, says personal delivery. I gotta put it right into his hands and he's gotta sign for it." The security man looked disgusted.

"Mr Watson is the District Manager. He is not bothered by delivery...persons."

"He's gotta sign for it!"

"Alright, look here's a visitor's badge. Take the elevator up to the twentieth floor and see his secretary. She'll sign for it."

Riding up in the elevator, Julie wiped her sweaty palms on her coverall and tried to slow down her breathing, to restore an appearance of calm. As the doors opened on the twentieth floor she came out with a swing in her step, ready to fluster the secretary with her "streetwise hustler" personality. But the desk marked "Carole Rhodes, Personal Secretary to the Manager" was deserted. The double mahogany doors beyond the desk were ajar and Julie stealthily crept over to them and glanced through.

What met her eyes was the sight of the back of a naked human being,(male). It was not a remarkable physique. In fact the body before her was middle aged and sagging. She could see the front (which was equally repellent) in a huge ceiling to floor mirror that covered one wall of the office behind a huge leather couch. What was remarkable was the beautiful naked woman kneeling before the man. Statuesque and dressed only in a suspender belt and stockings (once again Julie found herself wondering what it was men found so fascinating in such old-fashioned underwear!) the raven-haired beauty was enthusiastically sucking on the man's erect cock.

He reached down and grasped the woman's hair from behind, pulling her away from his rampant organ.

"You love that, don't you?" he sneered at the woman.

"Yes, yes, I love the taste of your cock in my mouth, Master!"

He slapped her hard across the face and when she turned her head back Julie could see a trace of blood at the side of her mouth.

"Stupid whore! I've told you never to call me that in the office!"

"No, Mr Watson! I'm sorry, sir! It won't happen again!"

"It had better not. Get your arse up on the couch. I'm going to fuck you."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

As the woman groveled and climbed up onto the leather couch, Julie left the door and went over to the secretary's desk where she conducted a silent and thorough search. Within a matter of minutes, and as the sounds of copulation reached their climax in the next room, Julie had found some sort of electronic passkey and a map of the building with the computer room clearly marked. Leaving her parcel behind and stripping off her coveralls to reveal the business suit beneath she went off to see what she could find.

Back in the office there was a conversation that would have answered many of Julie's questions if she had stayed to listen.

"Lick me clean. You're a good fuck, Carole."

"Thank you Mr Watson." The statuesque woman bent to lick the traces of her juices and his come from the rapidly deflating cock.

"Aren't you glad I took you away from your old job."

"I...I'm sorry sir. I don't remember any old job. I've always been your...I've always been your..."

"Property?"

"Yes, sir."

"Not always slut, once upon a time you were my boss. But you don't remember that."

"Your boss, sir? But that's impossible, sir. I would have to give you orders and that wouldn't be right!"

"It wouldn't huh?"

"No, sir! Men command and women obey. That is the Law."

"Well, you ought to be grateful that the Chairman wanted to take over our old company. He offered me the means to put you in your place good and proper. And I've never looked back since."

He looked down at the woman's puzzled but beautiful face.

"Lick me clean. Then you can get back to your desk."

A short while later Carole bent to pick up her skirt. She had already put on the upper half of her plain but feminine business suit and the lower half of her body was incongruously exposed showing her shaven pussy and the old fashioned stocking-and-suspender-belt that her Master made her wear.

"Hold it, Carole!"

She paused, about to put on her skirt, and looked up her Master as he lounged at his desk, smoking a cigar.

"Come over here. I've got a present for you."

Obedient but puzzled she came over to the desk. Watson took out of a bottom drawer a strange looking harness, made of bright chrome metal and chains with two large black plastic rods attached to them.

"Do you know what this is, Carol. No? Well I'll tell you, it's a chastity belt. Just to keep you safe for me and keep other men's cocks out of your juicy little cunt. Isn't that nice?"

"Oh but Master I would never...Not without your orders!"

"No? Maybe not. But this is a very special chastity belt. Bend over the desk and I'll show you."

Obedient but trembling, Carole bent over the desk, her bare arse presented to her Master. She gasped as she felt him insert the two rods, first into her cunt and then more painfully into her arse. She felt him fit the chains of the belt around her waist and lock it tight into position.

"Stand up slut, and put on your skirt."

He puffed happily on his cigar as she did so and player with a small black box with two large dials on the outside. When she had finished he spoke again: "Now then that looks lovely. Very respectable too. No one would guess what you're wearing underneath. It'll be our little secret."

"But, sir, what if I...what if I have to..."

"Then you'll just have to come and ask me nicely, won't you?"

"Yes, sir." She hung her head in shame at the thought. She knew that he would make her beg for him to remove her belt.

"Now, don't be sad. This is a treat for you. Honest it is. That's a very special custom made belt. It has one very special feature. Let me show you."

He turned the top dial on the black box. Suddenly she felt the dildo sitting inside her begin to vibrate! Waves of sexual need began to fill her once again.

"Oh, no, Master, please!"

"Now, I told you, not during office hours! Let me show you what else I can do."

He turned the lower dial and she felt the dildo in her rectum begin to move in and out of her. Overcome by the dual stimulation, Carole fell to the floor and moaned. A few moments later it all stopped and she looked up through tear-stained eyes to see her Master looking down on her smugly.

"I'll just give you a nudge now and then during the day. To let you know I'm thinking of you. Keep you warmed up for me. Isn't that kind of me?"

Meekly, the kneeling slave replied: "Yes, Mr Watson, very kind."

"I'm glad you think so. Now get back to your desk. But fix your makeup first. We wouldn't want people to think you've been crying. Would we?"

"No, Mr Watson."

She left and Arthur Watson gave silent thanks again for the luck that had made Thergo reveal this new world to him. But his luck was about to run out. Down in the computer room Julie was copying files from the computer onto floppy disks. When her intrusion was noticed the next day there would be hell to pay. And Arthur Watson would be the one to pay it.

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