Clare awoke on Saturday feeling refreshed if slightly confused. She remembered meeting Graham. She remembered the satisfaction of being invited for a ‘job opportunity’ with a board member. She remembered the satisfaction she had felt beforehand at the thought of being able to turn him down for this and tell everyone in the clerical pool she had, possibly with the hint that he had tried to seduce her. But she could not remember the actual event of refusing. She could remember attending the meeting with him and him asking. But all she could remember was coming home afterwards.

Anyway it would be more fun letting him wait to see what she was going to do, she thought. She would then simply phone HR on Monday from the typing pool and refuse. Clare had more important thoughts at present though. She wanted to do some shopping.

After breakfast Clare went straight out to the shops. She had in mind to buy some new clothes for work; what clothes she wasn’t quite sure. She would wait to see what was available.

She first went looking at bras. She found herself particularly fascinated by the idea of uplift bras and after searching around several shops for her size unsuccessfully eventually found some. She then tried them on – just out of interest. Clare had never thought of trying uplift bras on before, as having such a large cleavage she didn’t feel the need to emphasise it any more. However today she found the idea quite fascinating. When she tried a few on she found they threw out her large breasts making them look enormous. She then found some that also had padding, making her breasts look even larger. She shook her head at the effect of these, thinking, ‘I would never dream of dressing like this for any reason let alone work’ – but then still found herself shortly after buying them, with a strange feeling of excitement.

She next found herself going around shops trying on tops. Normally she would be looking for blouses for work, however for some reason she found herself looking at small vest tops where-ever she went, and the more revealing the better. She tried a few on and found one thin clingy low cut top with only just enough material over the shoulders to cover her bra straps. It was completely inappropriately revealing for work, even though it was white and fitted in with the general dress code. She bought two.

In the same store, which was certainly not the type she would normally shop in, she found herself looking at black mini-skirts. She tried on a few out of interest and found herself fascinated particularly by one of the smallest, a crotch length clingy black skirt with a belt that defined her waist. She tried to remind herself she had come out to shop for work clothes, and this was again completely inappropriate and more like the kind of clothing you would go to a night club wearing. She bought two of those as well.

She last found herself looking at shoes. Stiletto heeled shoes. Clare never wore stiletto heeled shoes as she found them difficult to walk in and didn’t like the way they seemed to emphasise her bum and breasts through adjusting her posture, which showed themselves off quite well without further emphasis needed. She preferred to show her curves off on her terms. She nevertheless tried on a couple of pairs of two inch heeled shoes and looked at herself in the mirror. They did look nice, but when she looked at herself side on she noticed the way that her protrudent butt was sticking out even more when she wore them. And they made her arch her back causing her to throw out her breasts more. She also saw that a male shop assistant had noticed this and was looking her over behind her. Clare turned and scowled at him. These would certainly not do for work at all. So she bought them.

When she arrived at her flat, slightly confused at what she had purchased Clare tried all of the clothes on together and looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Wow!’ she uttered smiling and biting her lip. She first looked at herself front on, and then turning looked at herself from the side. Finally as best as she could looking over her shoulder at her rear. The affect of the clothes was both stunning and outrageous. Frontally the top and skirt emphasised perfectly the hourglass of her figure. The skirt had the effect of defining perfectly her full bottom and wide hips, and the stilettos adjusted her posture causing her to throw out her bottom and breasts to even greater effect than the skirt, bra and vest top already allowed them to be demonstrated.

The one thing Clare did notice though was that the padding in the bra seemed to some extent detract from the appearance of her nipples. They were budding slightly due to her reaction to the clothes, and she for some reason couldn’t help wondering what she would look like if they were more visible. She therefore found herself remove the bra and examine it. She found the padding was removable, and so removed it and with scissors cut around the area of the padding and the lace of the bra where her nipples where. After replacing the padding she then put the bra back on with her nipples poking through, before also putting the vest top back on. Protected now only by the thin top the form of her budding nipples was clearly demonstrated through the thin material even to the very pimples of the areola. This turned her on even more causing the nipples to bud through more clearly still, and to her horror and delight she saw they were perfectly defined. The adjustment she had made to the bra did not detract in any way from the padding enlarging her already ample breasts in the least as well.

Clare smiled thinking of Graham’s reaction if she wore these on Monday. She would not of course. Clare then got changed, took out the garish red nail varnish she had also picked up and began to paint her nails.

On Monday morning Clare found herself teetering along the corridor of the second floor of Kempton Pharmaceuticals as she walked towards the HR department on her new two inch stiletto heels. On her way up she had already had looks from half a dozen men. She couldn’t understand why despite all her resolve she had come to work dressed in these ridiculous clothes. She had tried to put on her normal work clothes but found herself again dressing in the clothes she had bought at the weekend, and after strangely unsuccessful attempts to change found herself going to work dressed like this anyway. She knew she was going to be mortified when she walked into the clerical pool area. She also for some reason found all the embarrassment strangely exciting and arousing though, which disturbed her even more.

Upon arriving she asked at reception about the job she had been invited to take with Mr Sanderson. She was asked into an office by a young man who looked quite pleased at her appearance in a manner that disturbed Clare, and was invited to sit down opposite him.

‘Hi. My name’s Derek. This is the contract that Mr Sanderson asked us to put together for you. You just have to sign there,’ he stated pointing at the bottom.

Wow. Mr Sanderson had worked quick, and he didn’t even know her decision. He was in for a real disappointment. Clare glanced over the contract. She had no intention of signing it but particularly not when she saw that the salary was only three quarters what was paid at present. ‘This is less than I’m paid now,’ she stated shaking her head. She didn’t need the money, but that wasn’t the point. She had been expecting to be able to tell everyone she was offered a fortune. How dare he offer her less than she was paid as a simple pool typo?

‘Yes,’ the HR man replied. ‘You must really like Mr Sanderson.’

She didn’t like the snigger when he said this. She didn’t like the way she found herself picking up the pen on the desk either. Even less she didn’t like the way she found herself signing both copies of the contract.

‘Mr Sanderson called me a few minutes before you arrived and said he would be expecting you in his office first thing. Apparently he’s already had your stuff moved there to your new station. I’ll have your copy of the contract posted to you.’ He then rose, ‘Bye then,’ he said with his hand outstretched.

Clare could not believe what was happening. She opened her mouth wanting to say she did not want the job, but found she could not. She wanted to grab both copies of the contract and tear it up, but instead found herself shake Derek’s hand and walk down the corridor away towards the elevator. Why had she signed the contract? Why was she simply accepting a job she did not want that paid three quarters of what she currently earned and not telling the man she had changed her mind?

Clare approached the elevator with a look of confusion and anger on her face. Her feeling of anger increased when she was ogled up and down by a man in a suit who stood waiting there with a leer on his face at her new mode of dress. She thought she remembered him, and then realised it was Bill Jennings. Bill who had molested her and she thought had been fired for it. This was quite a surprise.

‘I hear things have changed for you,’ Bill said to Clare as they entered the elevator.

‘You could say that. Wow, news travels fast. Anyway what are you doing here, I thought you had been dismissed after what you did to me?’

‘I was actually moved temporarily by Mr Sanderson until things cooled down and you cooled down as well I suppose. Presumably you have, as Mr Sanderson has asked for me to work with Mr Hutchinson as his assistant.’

Clare could not believe this. What was happening? Both men who had molested her working together?

The elevator doors opened and they both entered. Bill pressed the ninth floor and Clare the tenth, and the doors closed. As the elevator moved she attempted to ignore him as best she was able.

‘Look Clare, I know you like me really and the complaint was a mistake. Mr Sanderson said so before he moved me. He said you would realise and apologise. That’s why I went along with the whole thing without complaint.’

Clare wanted to shout at Bill that he was a hand-wandering pervert and that she was going to re-report him, but found when she turned and opened her mouth to try she could not. Okay. She couldn’t speak for the moment. Perhaps it was the shock of seeing him again. She would still report it to Graham though and loudly.

Suddenly, however she did find herself do something. She smiled at Bill and then said simply, ‘Thank you.’ Clare looked away quickly her eyes opening wide in shock at what she had just said as the elevator began to move.

‘We all make mistakes.’ Bill replied. Then as the elevator moved up past the third floor Bill took a step closer to Clare, and she felt him place his hand on the left cheek of her bottom. It wasn’t difficult to feel through the thin clingy material.

‘It’s alright, Clare,’ Bill said leering as he simultaneously allowed his hand to stroke over the full bum cheek. ‘I know you like this.’

Clare could not believe the lack of insight the man had about himself and her opinion of him. How could he possibly think she would like his hands wandering over her? This was now a slapping offence. Clare tried to move away from the stroking hand and step to face him to slap him. Instead though, to her shock, she found herself plant her feet shoulder width apart and point her toes in and straighten her legs. She then found herself putting her hands on her head and thrusting out her breasts – and her bottom onto the exploring hand. What was she doing?

Bill moaned slightly and said, ‘Mmmm, that’s very nice,’ before moving behind Clare and allowing both hands to move over Clare’s jutting bubble bottom and then onto her wide hips before pressing her jutting bottom against his crotch. His hands then moved up and forward over her stomach and ribs and onto the two large jutting breasts.

Clare again tried to move to prevent what was happening before he started to rub the breasts his hands were now lingering over. Instead to her absolute horror she found herself replanting her feet slightly further apart, and then thrusting out her bottom into what she now felt as a large erection. As she did this she simultaneously thrust out still further her breasts into Bill’s hands; hands that with a moan of satisfaction from him now commenced rubbing and kneading them.

‘That’s it, Clare. You enjoy it,’ Bill said as he rubbed her large breasts in firm rotations. ‘No more silly complaints about nothing,’ he said.

Clare opened her mouth to tell him to stop, and found herself smile again and say, ‘Thank you.’ This was said almost as a moan as Clare found herself horrifyingly becoming aroused by the situation – this was strangely not because of what Bill was doing as much as apparently because of the embarrassment and humiliation of her response. As she tried again in vain to stop him she found herself for a second time replant her feet and thrust out her bottom into his erection and breasts into the groping hands.

The period to the ninth floor seemed to last an eternity for her. There were no stops on the way so she was left alone with him the whole ten seconds of the trip. Eventually the elevator stopped and Bill let go of Clare shortly before the doors opened. Just before they did Clare caught a view of herself in the reflective metal; her hands on her head and her jutting breasts with now equally jutting clearly defined nipples. Clare found she was able to move, and quickly smoothed down her vest top trying to hide them. The doors then opened to reveal a half dozen people waiting to get on. She noticed the three men amongst the group all appear to be looking at her chest and realised it was probably because despite her attempts her nipples still clearly budded through the top. ‘Oh God!’ she thought. ‘This would have to be changed from tomorrow back to a blouse. Why in god’s name am I dressed like this? Why was this embarrassment so exciting?’

Clare was seething with anger and frustration at what had just been done to her and the way she was feeling and had responded to it. As Bill got off the elevator and the group were preparing to get on Clare therefore made one last attempt to deprecate him for what he had just done. Perhaps her anger would help her get it out and it would be more effective in front of all these people.

‘Hey!’ she said, causing Bill to turn. She was ready to call him a groping pervert and tell him she was going to get him fired this time. Her face was red with a mixture of her embarrassment and frustration. But then despite these boiling emotions underneath she again found herself smiling. And the again she simply said, ‘Thank you.’

‘The pleasure was all mine, believe me. I’m sure we will be seeing a lot of each other,’ Bill replied before walking away to his office.

Clare turned away as the six people got into the elevator beside her. She felt tears of impotent frustration and anger welling in her eyes. Why had she done that? What was going on with her?

Clare entered the outer area of Graham’s offices. She saw the sign on his door was set to ‘available’ rather than ‘do not disturb’, and so took a deep breath and knocked.

‘Come in,’ came Graham’s voice from within.

As Clare walked in Graham’s mouth dropped open and he rose from his desk and walked around almost stumbling as he stared at her in almost a hypnotic trance himself. He could not believe how insanely attractive she looked in her new office clothing – and he had been trying over the weekend to imagine it. She had followed his demands far better than he could have dreamed.

Graham looked carefully over her and the way the clothing emphasised her figure beautifully, way beyond his expectations. ‘Just stand where you are a minute please Clare,’ Graham said. Clare immediately paused as she reached the middle of the room. Graham gained confidence from her immediate compliance to his instruction and so said, ‘Now just turn around slowly for me please.’ Clare wanted to tell him where to get off, but instead to her ever increasing annoyance found herself obeying him. Before she had turned a quarter of the circle Graham told her to pause so he could admire her side on.

From this position Graham could see that the bra and fitted top combined to lift and present her full breasts, causing them to stand out more than he expected they might even in the uplift bra. He realised that the top and skirt defining the slimness of her waist were making her cleavage appear even larger. Best of all from side on her full protrudent bottom appeared to curve outwards in a delicious peach like arc from the slim pinched waist to the base of the clinging skirt on her lovely thighs. The two inch stilettos cruelly enhanced these curves still further with the posture they forced upon her, throwing out her bottom and framing her lovely long legs to best effect.

Graham asked Clare to continue to turn, and as she did he noted that her face was flushed red with embarrassment and that she looked quite angry, which for him made the satisfaction of the situation complete. He also noted the way her nipples showed through the top to the extent that you could almost see them change in the extent of their budding.

From her point of view Clare hated the situation. She appeared to have lost all capacity to assert herself for reasons she did not understand, and coupled with this worse still she was for some reason finding the embarrassment and humiliation of the situations she was experiencing arousing.

‘Much, much better than I could have hoped,’ Graham found himself saying out loud. ‘Come and sit down.’

As she seated herself Graham watched her as he pulled out a chair to sit next to her. He noted her involuntary attempt to pull the small mini-skirt down so as to avoid her black panties being visible, however he smiled as he noted the stretchable material simply spring back to its original position and reveal them.

Clare again found herself blush as she realised what had happened from the direction of Graham’s gaze, and there again was that awful rush of arousal.

‘I knew you would make the right decision Clare,’ Graham said in an amused tone.

‘But I haven’t,’ Clare replied with a look of confusion on her face. ‘I have accepted a job paying less than my original, and I don’t understand why. Added to which I seem to have lost my capacity to assert myself and have apparently turned into an exhibitionist. What is going on?’

‘Well I don’t know what you mean, Clare,’ Graham lied. ‘To me you just appear like an ambitious girl trying to please her new boss. Your succeeding I might add.’ Graham chuckled as he said this. ‘As for the pay, well I’m sure in time we can raise that based upon performance.’ Graham winked at her as he said this.

Clare was incensed. Please her boss indeed! Based upon performance! She decided she would have to put him in his place right now if he thought he was going to obtain sexual favours from her in order for her to get some pay rise she didn’t need! Clare opened her mouth to issue Graham with his warning – and then closed it again, smiled, and said in a gentle feminine tone, ‘Thank you.’

Clare heard herself say this but couldn’t believe it. She saw when she said it Graham’s tongue suddenly involuntarily protrude as though in a moment of relish. Surely he couldn’t know what she had been really trying to say instead of a smile and a ‘thank you’. She felt humiliated – and again, there was that awful rush of arousal.

‘That’s all right, Clare. Believe me you have no idea how much I am enjoying this. Anyway introductions are now done and we can I suppose get on with work. You know your things are already on your desk outside. I’ll leave you to arrange them. See you later.’ Graham then looked at his computer and taking her cue Clare rose and made her way to the door knowing his eyes were on her bottom and legs all the way. There was that feeling of embarrassment and that rush or arousal again.

Graham for his part was extremely pleased by these early signs. He had expected some ability to resist in her; perhaps slight rebellions against the dress code or initial refusal to take the post of his secretary. Up to now though there seemed to be greater compliance than he could possibly have hoped for. But then, he supposed, I did give her twice the dose to make sure. He smiled an evil smile feeling emboldened. ‘I might as well just push this along a bit then as things are going so well.’

Clare went to her new desk in the outer area of Graham’s office and began to unpack her things, filled again with confusion, frustration and anger. Close to lunchtime as Clare was settling into some typing to take her mind off what had been happening she heard Graham’s voice boom over the intercom. ‘Miss Garner please come into my office.’

Clare saved the letter she was typing and went through. As she walked in Graham’s eyes were again shamelessly all over her.

‘Could you get me the Wycowsky file please,’ Graham said whilst looking at his computer screen.

‘Where is it stored,’ Clare replied.

‘Oh, it’s in the filing cabinet over there,’ Graham said pointing to a four drawer filing cabinet some five feet to the immediate left of his desk.

The first thought to occur to Clare was, ‘Why as he called me in to get this file that is only a few feet away from him? What a lazy asshole.’ However as she approached the cabinet it became quite apparent. The four drawers were in alphabetical order with the A’s and D’s in the top. So of course the Wycowsky file was in the bottom drawer. ‘He’s after getting an eyeful,’ Clare thought, and sure enough as she approached the cabinet she caught Graham now gazing at her.

As she was about to bend for the bottom drawer she looked back at Graham and gave him her usual look when she caught herself being ogled. A look that said, ‘your pathetic,’ and simultaneously said, ‘yes you want me don’t you but can’t have me.’ This was what she loved about teasing men. Being able to entice them, control them and then emotionally and psychologically spit them out.

She paused for a moment then turned so that her back was away from Graham and slightly side on. She then squatted down to avoid Graham getting any view of her bum, before opening the drawer, quickly taking out the file, and rising. She then walked over to Graham who was looking at her somewhat nonplussed.

‘Is there anything else,’ Clare said smiling.

‘Yes there is,’ Graham replied. ‘Remember the conversation we had this morning. Well you’re not going to get a pay rise by behaving like that. I can see by your behaviour that you knew I wanted you to bend over so that I could get a nice view of that lovely bubble butt of yours.’

‘Well I didn’t know for certain,’ Clare replied ironically. ‘I suppose I do now,’ she said looking at him as though he was something that had crawled from under a rock.

‘Good,’ Graham replied. ‘In that case from now on whenever you need to go down to a low filing cabinet drawer or for any other reason I want you to make sure that you do so with your back to me if I am in the room. And I want you to bend over with your legs straight and your back flat so that I get a nice view of your butt, rather than squatting down as you just did. Make sure you bend slowly and rise slowly and take your time over what you are doing. Make it a slow process so that I get a good lingering view. Oh, and do it everywhere else as well; not just in my presence. Always make sure you have got your back to whatever man or men are in the room so they get to have a nice view – and who knows possibly a feel as well.’

Clare was stood with her mouth open. She seemed to be spending a lot of time angry today and this was no exception. There was no way she was going to submit to this kind of degrading treatment. There was another report of sexual harassment coming about here and she was going to tell him – so of course Clare smiled and politely said, ‘Thank you.’

‘Excellent,’ Graham said, is tongue again quickly appearing and disappearing in a moment of relish. ‘Now I want you put this file back again. I’ve decided I don’t want it.’

Clare wanted to tell him where to get off and then walk out and go straight to a lawyer. That was certainly what she would have done last week. Instead she found herself pick the file back up. She couldn’t believe it! She could still tell him what she thought of his behaviour, though, before putting the file away, with all the anger she was feeling – if she concentrated hard enough, took deep breaths and spoke carefully she was sure she could. So she took a step forward before going to the cabinet with the file in her hand to do just that and took two deep breaths. She then smiled and said in a polite feminine manner, ‘Thank you’.

Graham sniggered. ‘That’s fine. Now if you please’ he said pointing at the cabinet. ‘I haven’t got all day.’

Clare turned and walked to the cabinet, for the umpteenth time today her face flushed red with embarrassment, impotent anger and humiliation; her crotch also irritatingly wet with the paradoxical arousal it produced. When she reached it she was determined not to do what he had asked. This dignity at least she would retain. She therefore stepped to the side of the cabinet in the same position as before and prepared to squat down.

As she was about to do so though for some reason her knees would not work. Try as she might they would not bend. She made another effort with all her determination, but the response from them was the same.

‘I told you I haven’t got all day, Clare. Put the file away now!’ Graham said firmly.

Clare, still attempting to bend her knees with all her might found herself instead take a step forward, and turn and face the cabinet at an angle so that her back was immediately to where Graham was seated. She then felt herself lock her knees back so that her legs were held perfectly straight and pull back her shoulders so that her back was flat. ‘No!’ she thought to herself desperately ‘I will not! I will not!’ But even as she thought this to herself she felt herself slowly bending over from the hips until she was at a full ninety degrees.

She wanted to put the file away as quickly as possible and jump up to avoid Graham from lingering over the view too long, but felt as though everything was in slow motion and she was moving through treacle. She tried to reach and open the drawer quickly, but instead found herself doing so painfully slowly. As she then tried to rush to try to find the right divider for the Wycowsky file she again felt the treacle air restricting her speed of movement. It took her a full ten seconds at least to put the file away before closing the drawer equally slowly.

Clare then tried to quickly rise. This again was in vain and counterproductive in the extreme. Her hips were evidently determined that they were going to make the movement slowly. And so when she brought her shoulders up quickly attempting a speedy transition from her currently undignified pose she only succeeded in worsening it by bringing her back into a concave arch and appearing to thrust out her butt even more. As she continued to strain to bring herself up with her shoulders she therefore rose with her back arched concave as far as it would go and her bubble butt thrust out as perfectly as Graham could possibly wish to view it.

Clare turned to Graham, crimson with embarrassment, soaking in her crotch with the arousal this was paradoxically stimulating in her and aware of her nipples standing out like little poles through the gossamer material of her top. She saw Graham smiling, his tongue out with satisfaction. ‘That was absolutely perfect Clare.’

Clare approached him, forgetting her previous attempts to tell him what she thought of him – then smiled and said politely, ‘Thank you.’

She then felt tears fill her eyes and she managed to say, ‘It will not be happening again, though,’ with a now uncharacteristic firmness.

Graham judged her hypnotic programming unconsciously must have found this to be far enough from a rebuke of sexual harassment to allow it to pass. That was alright though. But he didn’t like her tears. They made him feel guilty, and he didn’t like that one bit.

‘Stop crying immediately, Clare,’ he said. ‘I don’t want you ever to respond to humiliation by crying ever again. I don’t mind anger, frustration or even tantrums. In fact I’d quite like to see it. But not tears. Are we clear?’

Clare’s tears stopped immediately. She still felt anger and frustration intensely though and was extremely aroused by it to the point of climax now. ‘Yes sir,’ she found herself saying.

‘Good. You’ve given me a bit of a challenge saying you’re not going to do that again after I’ve told you to. And it’s just about my lunch break,’ Graham glanced at his watch as he said this. ‘I might as well enjoy my lunch and see if we can kill two birds with one stone by exploring what your prepared to do.’

Graham opened a desk drawer and took out his lunch box. ‘Here’s what we are going to do,’ he said moving his chair closer to the filing cabinet and taking the lid off the box to take out a sandwich. ‘You are going to fetch me a cup of coffee to have with my lunch. When you return you will put it here next to my lunch box,’ he said pointing at the area on the desk. ‘You will then go to the filing cabinet and take out the front most file from the bottom drawer. You will close the drawer and then bring it over here and place it on the desk. You will then immediately pick it up again and take it back to the cabinet and return it to where you got it. You will then take out the second file along and repeat the process. You will continue the same way until you get to the back of the cabinet, and then work back to the front. Feel free to attempt to fight my instructions as much as you want seeing as you don’t want to do what I asked again. Are we clear?’

Clare wanted to say no and call him a pervert, but found herself say, ‘Yes sir,’ and then smile and say, ‘Thank you,’ in a quiet feminine tone in response to her desire to deprecate him.

She was already aroused by the humiliation of the situation. This made the humiliation so complete that she felt she was about to come. ‘Can I go now,’ she said with a slightly wavering voice.

‘Yes,’ Graham answered and took a bite out of his sandwich hoping he was guessing right why she wanted to leave so quickly.

Clare moved as quickly as she could on the heels and found herself head straight for the ladies room. She dove into a cubicle hiked up her skirt and thrust her right hand down her panties quickly finding her clit in her saturated slit. She had to bring herself off. She could not stand this dreadful continual arousal anymore.

As she massaged the swollen wet clit in circles she found herself thinking of the way Bill had felt her up in the elevator, and her surprising helpless and co-operatively submissive response. She thought of her obedience just now to Graham; her smiles and polite ‘thank yous’ every time she wanted to express her anger at them. She was filled with humiliation at her behaviour, and this correspondingly was now bringing her to the brink of an orgasm.

She then thought of how she was now going to have to bring him a drink and how she might more than likely fail his ‘challenge’ if the rest of today’s experiences were anything to go by – repeatedly bending and rising to the cabinet in deliberate full view of him and regardless of how much she didn’t want to.

If she tried to say anything to him she would probably smile and say, ‘thank you.’ This thought was enough for Clare, and she cried out as she reached her orgasm, bucking back and forth on the spot and finding herself say ‘Thank you! Thank you! Ohhh! Thank you! Ohhh!’

After she finished she felt somewhat better briefly. But then she felt ashamed and humiliated by what she had just done and why, and began to become aroused again. She took a deep breath and quickly exited the cubicle, cleaned herself up, washed her hands and went out to prepare Graham’s coffee.

Clare initially tried to prepare Graham’s coffee slowly but his voice came on the intercom, ‘Clare will you hurry please.’ She therefore finished making the coffee quickly and walked back into his room. She blushed as she approached Graham, who was seated facing the filing cabinet munching away on his sandwich and smiling.

Clare put down the cup where indicated and tried to compose herself taking a couple of deep breaths. She told herself what was happening was all simply in her mind. It was something to do with these stupid clothes she had decided to buy. She was still the same person she was last week, and she was going to summon all her strength now and march out of the door, go home and phone her lawyer.

Graham picked up the coffee cup. ‘So here we go then, Clare. The challenge is afoot and I’m waiting.’

Clare looked at Graham with gaze of resolute determination. She then raised her leg to turn for the door – and instead found herself take a step towards the filing cabinet, her expression to Graham’s satisfaction turning to one of horror. She tried to stop and felt instead her other leg take another step. Each time she tried to stop she took further steps forward until she was soon positioned in front of the cabinet again, whereupon she turned her back to Graham.

Clare then bit her lip and looked straight forward. She tried to summon all of her mental strength to turn. Instead she again felt her knees lock back straightening them perfectly. She reached out for the top of the filing cabinet to try to hold herself up, but found her fingers pulled away as she involuntarily pulled her shoulders back. Then again she felt herself slowly bend from the hips. Clare fought the bend in the only way she could by refusing to let her shoulders and head initially go down. Her hips would not take no for an answer, however, continuing to bend, and this again only succeeding in her concaving her back, causing her to appear she was bending to thrust out her buttocks like a stripper. This led to Graham making a ‘phwoar’ of approval, and once her spine was bent as far forward as it could go Clare’s head and shoulders simply followed it down.

Clare again then watched her hands open the drawer painfully slowly, take out the first file along, and then slowly close the drawer again, all the time maintaining the ninety degree bend and involuntarily displaying her bubble butt to Graham. She then slowly rose and then turned file in hand and her face red with embarrassment and walked to the desk. She looked to the floor as she did this, unable to make eye contact with Graham as she approached the table, and put the file down as she had been told. She then picked the file up, turned and walked back to the filing cabinet.

Clare began the bending process again. This time Graham clocked how long it took her out of interest. It took her almost precisely 30 seconds from the beginning of the bend to opening the filing cabinet, swapping files, closing it and standing up straight again. It really did emphasise to her the abject helplessness she was it to his command, and so Graham cruelly recognising this continued to allow her repeat the process.

Clare continued to stare at the floor shamefully. This time as she turned, her face slightly redder and her breathing slightly heavier Graham said to her, ‘Clare, when you are facing this way during the process please make sure you keep your head up and you make continuous eye contact with me. I want to be able to see clearly how you feel about what you are doing’ Clare immediately looked up and made eye contact, and Graham was able to see the confusion and embarrassment in her eyes, which he took cruel satisfaction in. She brought the file to him, placed it on the desk, and then began moving her head from side to side attempting to break eye contact but found herself unable to do so. She then began to pick up the file in order to obediently return to display herself again. Graham gave her a smile of triumphant satisfaction as she did this.

He allowed her to continue the repetitive exhibition of herself for the next few minutes until Clare had nearly reached the back of the drawer. She was still flushed red with what he knew to be her embarrassment and arousal, but to his disappointment had not reached an orgasm, as he had anticipated she might from the embarrassment of having to repeat the process.

The reason for this was that after the fourth visit to the cabinet Clare had managed to blank out mentally what she was doing. She realised she was becoming increasingly aroused and was determine not to allow herself to respond in this ridiculous way anymore. She therefore tried as much as she was able to focus on the file and the cabinet and not think of what she was doing in between. The only increase in her arousal seemed to be when she had to each time pick the file back up from the desk to return for a further display, which seemed to be embarrassing her considerably – especially as she was not permitted to break eye contact with Graham.

Seeing no obvious change in Clare’s behaviour Graham decided to raise the bar and see how much humiliation she could take before following his programming she spontaneously reached an orgasm. When she returned with the next file and put it on the desk he therefore said, ‘Stop!’ Clare took a big involuntary sigh of relief and broke eye contact looking down, clearly under the impression her ordeal was over.

For the past few bends she had been on the brink of orgasm and did her best to hide the extent that she was being affected by the situation. She did not believe she could have held out if she had been made to watch herself working back along the files, though. There would have been something that forced her to perceive the indignity of the situation if she had done that, and she just knew the embarrassment would have pushed her over the brink. She had at least had this one triumph, she thought.

‘Lift up your skirt around your waist,’ Graham commanded.

Clare looked up with fear and amazement in her wide eyes at the instruction, but found her hands obeying and hiking up the stretch skirt quickly around her waist until it was merely like a second belt. She was now left displaying her black panties. She could barely take the embarrassment – or its strange effect.

‘Now drop your panties around your ankles,’ Graham ordered.

Clare’s eyes opened wider and she found herself say, ‘Please don’t make me.’

‘Request denied,’ Graham answered roughly. ‘Continue.’ Despite this he found himself enjoying the fact that she was recognising he could ‘make her’ do it and she was in his power.

Clare began to pull the panties down, but recognising they were sticking to her sodden pussy tried to pull them down from the front, her legs clamped together and leaning over slightly to hide her indignity with her hands and the pose.

Recognising her obvious intent though, before she could continue Graham said quickly, ‘Stand up straight, part your legs a little and pull the panties down from the sides.’

Clare’s embarrassment had eased with the relief of thinking the ordeal was over, and her arousal correspondingly. Now it was rising again steadily. Why was she responding like this? Why?

Quickly Clare stood upright and parted her legs and taking hold of the panties at her hips prepared to hike them down equally quickly, hoping Graham would not notice anything. Before she could recognising her intent he said, ‘Slowly.’

Clare cringed, now helpless to hide her situation, and began to slowly pull the panties down from the sides as commanded. They came down, as expected, staying put at her crotch until with a sound of wet cloth being pulled away from skin they were pulled free. But as they came a stringy line of Clare’s sex juice came with them until it snapped on the way down and then clung to her inner thigh. She then felt herself let go of the panties and the sodden black briefs fell around her stilettos. Clare was crimson – and for whatever the stupid reason was now again on the brink of an orgasm. She couldn’t take anymore!

‘Your very aroused aren’t you, Clare?’ Graham said looking to her crotch and showing her clearly he had seen what had just happened as the panties came down. ‘I never realised you were such a submissive little slut – enjoying being humiliated like this. Nevertheless as you have spent the past few minutes without reaching an orgasm you can now wait a little longer. You will not climax until you are given permission. Understand?’

Clare still crimson with embarrassment and hovering helplessly on the brink said, ‘Yes sir,’ pleadingly. And she realised she could not now climax even though on the brink despite knowing that until he said that she was just about to do so. How had he done that?

‘Now Clare,’ Graham said, leaning back in his chair a broad grin spread across his face and steepling his fingers. ‘There’s still a file on the desk that needs putting away. Do so.’

Clare’s eyes opened wider than ever in absolute and utter horror. Her mouth went to say ‘no’ – but again she smiled and instead said, ‘Thank you’. She then picked up the file – now again also helplessly holding eye contact as she now realised she had not finished the exercise – and turned stepping out of her sodden panties and walked towards the filing cabinet. As she stopped in front of the filing cabinet and positioned her back to Graham he suddenly said, ‘Wait. Open your legs just beyond shoulder width apart before you try to put the file away. Oh, and point your toes in. Then continue.’

Clare felt herself take a step to the left and point the toe of the stiletto in. She then felt herself to the same with the right. No! No! This was insane! She would not do it! This time she would fight it.

Once her legs were separated and her toes pointed in however she felt again her legs lock back at the knees. And again she felt herself pull back her shoulders and flatten her back. Then she felt her hips bending her over, this time helplessly also displaying her naked gaping wet virginal sex to Graham. Clare again instinctively fought the bend to protect her last vestiges of dignity, but again equally counterproductively as continuing to bend she simply arched her back and thrust out her gaping sex between her spread legs better than any stripper or hooker could wish to do.

Clare felt humiliation beyond belief. And her sex was now aching from the need to climax as a result. Part of her wanted to be relieved and allowed to reach her orgasm. The biggest part of her though wanted it to be in private not with her sex being put on display and opened whilst it happened, and she now realised that with a single word he could somehow command her body to allow such a release.

Graham’s cock was massively engorged as he now took in the image of Clare fully bent over and in a position with her legs spread and her anus and sex opened and stuck out perfectly. Her anus was like a delicate little bud below which her pussy was a lovely saturated yawning flower inviting him or anything desperately into itself to fulfil the poor helpless girl’s painful need to climax.

Clare was now slowly opening the filing cabinet to replace the file. Graham watched in fascination as her shaking fingers fought uselessly with the invisible restrictions that prevented her from doing this quickly. He also noticed a steady dribble of creamy juice running from her gaping pussy lips down the inside of her the tops of her thighs. Once the file was away Clare’s fingers slowly went to push the drawer back, but before they could do so Graham said, ‘Stop and freeze in position!’

Immediately Clare froze and found she could not move. She fought desperately to do so. But it was useless. She was held somehow, bent over with her legs spread and straight, and her sex gaping, wet and dribbling out her juices before her boss, and held on the brink of orgasm.

She then heard Graham rise and looking between her legs saw him walk towards her before pausing. She then heard a rustle of clothing followed by the sound of a zip and saw the black pants of Graham’s $5,000 suit fall around his ankles. ‘Oh god,’ she thought, ‘he’s going to rape me! He’s going to rape me and there’s nothing I can do and I’m helplessly turned on by it.’ She again then fought furiously to try to move – to escape from the position and run from the office for the safety of the ladies room, to bring herself off alone with dignity and retain her virginity – but she was still held perfectly bent over by invisible bonds, in perfect position to have her virgin pussy impaled by him.

Clare felt Graham’s hands grip bruisingly the sides of her hips and felt something hot and blunt nudge the gaping, needing lips of her virgina.

‘Please,’ she heard herself say as she continued to fight uselessly to move out of position against the invisible bonds. She wanted to tell him she was a virgin, that she had never done anything like this before and beg him to stop. But when she tried her attempt came out as, ‘Thank you,’ again.

‘My pleasure, Clare,’ Graham said with cruel sarcasm. ‘Oh, by the way, you may now reach an orgasm.’ He then thrust himself forward whilst holding her steady at the hip, ramming the full thick girthed eight inches of his cock inside Clare’s tight saturated virgin pussy.

Clare instantly felt the wave of orgasm begin to flood over her engulfing her, and her body rebelling against her and assisting its rape began to buck her hips and fuck itself on the impaling manhood. As she did this equally helplessly she found herself crying out, ‘Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!’

As she came down from the orgasm she felt Graham adjust his footing and hand holds on her hips. Graham then began to roughly and selfishly use her, rutting her helpless cunt. He enjoyed with relish the slurping sound her pussy made with each movement from the copious lubrication, and the feeling of her bulbous ass slapping against his abdomen rocking her slightly forward with each thrust. Within a couple of minute he was reaching his own selfish climax and just before he attained it he almost shouted out the words, ‘Come again!’

Another wave of orgasm hit Clare and again she began in rhythm with Graham’s thrusts to assist the fucking, bucking her hips and peach ass on the impaling organ swelling before discharging inside her. There was a loud ‘Ohhhhhhhhhhh!’ from its owner, and as he came his thrusts became more aggressive, banging Clare’s head against the drawers of the filing cabinet three times with cymbal like clang sounds heralding the arrival of his cream in her.

Graham came down from the wave of pleasure after a few seconds and pulled out of her his softening cock, put it away, and reached down to pick up his pants. Fastening them quickly he then flopped in his chair took a few deep breaths. Clare however was left still bent over, straight legs spread, her pussy now dribbling on the floor a mixture of her juices and his ejaculate.

‘You can move now, Clare,’ he said to her. ‘The exercise is over. Go clean yourself up and then come back with something to clean up the mess your slut juices have made on my laminate floor before it stains.’

Clare found she could move again and hurriedly picked up her panties, and pulled down her skirt. She approached Graham livid with rage, her anger blotting out everything else, determined to tell him he was a bastard – and simply smiled and said, ‘Thank you,’ yet again.

‘Like I said, Clare the pleasure’s all mine,’ Graham said sniggering. ‘You’re certainly one hot submissive little slut. I’m going to enjoy having you as my secretary; with the emphasis being on having.’

Clare wanted desperately to cry and for a few seconds looking down and tried to – but couldn’t because Graham had told her she couldn’t. So she turned and stormed from the room teetering on her heels in her impotent rage and went to the ladies room. When there she hit the walls, banged the toilet doors, and worked out her anger, before cleaning herself up, putting her sodden panties back on and looking at herself in the mirror. ‘What the hell’s going on?’ she said to her image in the mirror. ‘What are you becoming? How could you just allow your virginity to be stolen like that after cherishing it for so long?’ The slutty looking girl in the mirror with her nipples standing through her little vest top like organ stops simply looked back unanswering.

She then went to leave the ladies, but remembered she had to go back to Graham’s office to clean up the floor. Again there was that awful rush of arousal with the embarrassment she was feeling with the thought. She quickly took out several paper towels and after a few deep breaths found herself make her way back to his office, even though it was the last place in the world she wanted to go. She had to. Because Graham had told her to do.

Entering the office she walked over to where the little pool of juices and cum sat on the laminate floor near the filing cabinet. She noticed Graham ignoring her reading a letter. That was good. She wanted to get this over with as quickly and inconspicuously as possible. So she went over to squat down surreptitiously to clean up the mess. And found herself to her horror walk around the pool of goo until she had her back to Graham, lock her knees back, and slowly bend over.

Graham looked up – and smiled.