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SaM's Place

Chapter Five - The Interview Begins

By The Technician   

BDSM, Humiliation. F/F, Forced Nudity

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Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be
interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a
part of SaM's very exclusive club.  The series begins with her first night at
the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to
prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM's Club.

The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but
each chapter stands more or less on its own.

In Chapter Five, Evelyn tells the first of ten tales to show her superiority as
a true Mistress.

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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.
Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All people and
events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and
should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between
fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal
territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please
stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first
century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment
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This story is copyright (c) 2009 by The Technician Technician666@Gmail.Com.  

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for
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paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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Sam stepped off the raised portion which had rotated through the wall and spoke
with the ring of authority in his voice,  "You realize, Evelyn, that these
interviews are the only way to become a permanent part of SaM's Place.  Money
or position means nothing.  The only thing that matters is what you are.  The
interview will determine if you are a true Master or Mistress.  Maybe you are
just a vanilla nobody traipsing through a humdrum existence.  Perhaps you are
in reality just a submissive slave waiting for the right Master or Mistress to
claim you.  By the end of this evening, we will know for sure."

He took Evelyn's hand as she rose from the table, "Are you ready to find out
what you truly are?"

They walked a short distance down the hallway and into a brightly lit room.  In
some ways it resembled a court room.  Twelve people sat in what would be a jury
position.  Each wore black robes and a mask which completely covered their
faces.  The men's mask were golden in color with curled, golden hair
surrounding the face.  The women's mask were silver with a crown and flowing
straight hair on the sides.  There may or may not have been spectators in the
public chairs.  Evelyn could not tell because that area was clothed in
darkness.

Sam took a seat in the judge's chair and motioned for Evelyn to enter the
witness box.  The witnesses chair was a luxurious padded chair with a small
table next to it on which sat a small glass of water, a few candies, and a
small box of tissues.

 "You may sit down," he said, and then he continued, "The rules of our little
gathering are relatively simple.  There are twelve jurors.  Ten of them will
ask you to tell us an episode from your life which shows your power as a Master
or Mistress.  At the end of the ten stories, if the jury is sufficiently
impressed, you will become a permanent part of SaM's Place.  If not..., well,
we will deal with that if it occurs.  This is your last chance to back out. Are
you willing to proceed?"

Evelyn looked around the room and answered as haughtily as she could, "Of
course."

Sam struck his gavel against the desk, "Then we are ready to begin.  We start
with juror number one."

One of the robed jury women rose and began to speak.  Her voice was obviously
electronically disguised and sounded strange as she spoke.  "We will begin with
something recent but insignificant.  Please tell us something relatively minor
which you have done in the past month which demonstrates your standing as a
Mistress."

Evelyn thought for a moment and then smiled.  "Just last week," she began, "I
asserted myself in the humiliation of one of my office employees.  I manage a
rather large office in a business I inherited from my father.  One of the
secretaries is a rather timid Chinese girl by the name of Chang, or at least
that is what is sounds like to me.  Chang is always so aloof in that oriental
way that is so irritating.  It is almost like they think they are superior to
us or something.  In any case, I decided to take her down a peg or two."

Without anyone in the office knowing it, I had a keyboard supervisor program
installed.  Anything that anyone typed went into a log that I could read later.
Since we allow personal emails during lunch and break times, this gave me some
very interesting information about my employees, including their signon names
and passwords for all their accounts.  In Chang's case I also knew that her
fiance' and his family were coming to pick her up from work on Friday night.  I
had noticed that whenever he was planning to pick her up she would wear one of
those fancy silk dresses that those kind of people like to wear.  I knew that
she would be wearing something like that on Friday, and it would be perfect for
my plan.

I began by giving my personal secretary and receptionist a special day off and
told her not to tell anyone about it.  Then on Friday, when she was not there,
I called Chang to my office and told her that my secretary-receptionist had
called in sick and she would have to substitute.   Chang was very qualified for
the position and could have handled it easily, but as soon as she sat down at
the desk and tried to log onto the computer, it crashed.  I rebooted it for her
and she began working, but it again soon crashed.  This repeated itself several
times.  I told her that my regular secretary had no problems with it. She said
she had no idea what was happening.

I knew what was happening because I was triggering it.  I had a program on my
computer that could mimic a crash on any other computer on the network.  Chang
had no way of knowing that, or that it was all part of my plan to humiliate
her.  I explained to her that the ultra-high speed units on the second floor
were very sensitive to static electricity.  I asked her if she was wearing any
combination of nylon and silk.  Of course I knew she was.  Her dress was silk.
Her slip and pantyhose were nylon.

She answered, "My dress is pure silk.  I guess my underwear is nylon.  I didn't
think that would make a difference."

I replied as haughtily as I could, "The problem is that you didn't think at
all.  The procedure manuals specify that silk and nylon are not to be worn
together.  I should just send you back downstairs, but I need those memos out
today.  You don't have time to go home and change, so just run into the
restroom and remove your nylon under things."

I loved the way her face darkened.  I knew she was very uptight about her body
and the thought of being naked beneath a clinging silk dress was almost
unbearable to her.  "I couldn't do that," she stammered.  I answered, "Do you
want to keep your job or not?  It's either the lady's room or the stairs.  You
can put your underwear back on after you have completed the work you need to
do."

She just bit her lip and tears began to form in her eyes as she walked towards
the lady's room.  When she came back, she placed a small folded bundle of cloth
in the desk drawer.  It was obvious that there was nothing under the dress but
her.  She actually had a relatively nice body.  Her perky tits were poking
against the silk.  In her embarrassment her nipples had become stiff, or maybe
it was the result of rubbing against the silk as she walked.  Part one of my
plan was in place.

I had several complex memos and letters for her to finish and suggested that
since they needed to be out today I would buy her lunch and she could eat at
her desk.  I knew what she would order and from where.  She was not quite a
vegetarian, but always chose a health salad from the deli instead of fast food.
For someone else I would have had to come up with a plan to disguise the taste
of the drug, but not with Chang.  I knew that she would not taste the drug in
the salad which she ordered.  The drug has a nut-like taste which probably
would have been noticed in a hamburger or sandwich, but not in a salad filled
with nuts.  It is also very easy to sprinkle the drug on the top of the salad
like salt.  This was almost too easy.  The drug was a mild sedative which has a
relaxing effect on a person, much like getting drunk.  It also makes a person
feel warm   very, very warm.

After five or ten minutes, it was obvious that Chang was feeling the full
effects of the drug.  She kept pausing as she typed and fanning herself with
some papers from the desk.  I walked over to her and asked, "Aren't you a
little young to be getting hot flashes?"

She turned almost crimson as she looked at me.  "I really don't know what is
going on," she answered.

"It is probably your silk dress," I replied.  "You know that silk holds in body
heat.  Maybe if you lift it up to let your legs breath you will cool off" She
looked very hesitant, but then I added, "There is a full panel on the front of
your desk, no one will be able to see anything."

She fanned herself again and reached down to slide the dress up her legs.
"You'll wrinkle it if you sit on it bunched up like that," I added.  "You had
better slide it all the way past your bottom."

Chang's eyes showed her fear, but the drug also affected her judgement just
like alcohol would have.  It was as if she had been slamming back Jello shots
of vodka all afternoon.  She looked around the office area to check that no one
could see her and slid the dress to just beneath her waist.  Part two of the
plan was now in place.

She was sitting with her dress pulled up to her waist and her legs spread so
that they would cool off.  As far as she could tell, all of this was carefully
hidden by the large desk at which she sat, but she didn't know the full
properties of the video panel on the front of the desk.

My office is on the second floor with a staircase coming up just in front of
the receptionist's desk.  As the stairway turns to the final section of stairs,
there is a large mirror on the wall.  The first thing which anyone coming up
the steps sees both in the mirror or as they come up the final portion of the
steps is an animated logo of the company on the front of my secretary's desk.
Exactly what is displayed on the video panel is controlled from my computer

What most people do not know is that the video screen is not a normal computer
display.  It is actually a piece of glass that can be adjusted from totally
clear to totally black pixel by pixel just like a computer monitor.  The
animated logo is a mixture of black and dark grey and when you shut it off, it
becomes black, so no one in the office has ever seen the glass totally
transparent.  It soon would be.  

Chang could not see the logo panel from her desk because it was below her, but
with the panel set to transparent, anyone coming up the steps could see
directly under her desk.  With her skirt hiked up and her legs spread, anyone
coming up the stairs would get a real eyeful of oriental pussy, but I wasn't
interested in just anybody.  I wanted Chang completely humiliated, not just
embarrassed in front of her co-workers.

I had Chang's email passwords and addresses and had emailed her fiance', in
Chang's name shortly after work began and told him that I (she) would be
getting off work early and that at 3:00 he and his family should just come up
to the second floor and pick me (her) up.  

They did.  It was marvelous.  

I was waiting and watching the monitor on my desk and saw Chang's fiance', and
his parents enter.  I activated the special display program that turned the
panel totally clear. As soon as they started up the stairs I could hear his
parents speaking loudly in Chinese and he trying to speak to Chang.  I think
she was slurring some of her words, though it was hard to tell since she wasn't
speaking English.  Finally I heard his parents shout one English word - "slut,"
and they stomped down the steps.

Chang's fiance' came up to her desk and shouted at her in Chinese.   He left
immediately afterwards.  Chang just sat at her desk and cried.  Then I moved in
for the coup de grace, "We can't have this kind of scene in the office Chang,"
I said firmly.  And then added, "You can pick up your paycheck at the main
reception desk on your way out."

Chang stood at her desk and looked at me crying.  Her dress was still bunched
up around her waist so she was naked from the waist down, but she was too upset
and too affected by the drug to realize it.  "You did this to me," she
blubbered.  "Why?"

I looked her in the eyes and calmly answered, "Because I can... and you can't
prove that I did anything, so don't try or it will only be worse for you."

Sobbing... humiliated... defeated..., Chang straightened her dress and walked
slowly down the stairs.  She left her slip, panties and bra in the desk drawer.
I thought of humiliating her further by calling out to her to come back for her
undies, but then I realized that as soon as she got outside into the sunlight,
it was going to be as if she was walking down the street naked.  Besides, they
would make a wonderful trophy to remind me in years to come of this afternoon's
events.  I took them home and put them in a special chest where I keep all my
trophies. 

Evelyn sighed slightly as she finished her story.  She picked up the glass of
water and sipped at it.  Then she looked at the jury woman who was still
standing facing her and said brightly,  "Sometimes it is remembering the little
things which can bring you pleasure for such a long time."

The jury woman spoke in her distorted voice.  "Thank you Evelyn.  That story
tells us a great deal about you."

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