An hour passed as Clare mulled over Bill’s reaction to her as he left Graham’s office. Then suddenly Clare heard Graham’s voice boom on the intercom.

“Clare please come into my office.”

Immediately Clare stood and entered Graham’s office. She was feeling nervous, but no-one would have been able to tell from watching her – she still found herself swaying her hips provocatively with one foot directly in front of the other.

“Shut the door and come over here, Clare,” Graham said from where he was seated on his settee. “Sit opposite me and listen carefully.”

Clare walked sexily over to where he indicated. She instinctively again tried to sit side on – so instead found herself sitting facing him with her legs parted slightly to reveal herself. Graham glanced down and responded with a smile before continuing.

“Now Clare, you may have heard that Bill Jennings has been promoted. He’s now a board member of the company. As such I think he deserves a little respect from you. Now it’s come to my attention that you were quite rude to him earlier. He apparently asked you on a date and you refused him and told him that you don’t date fat balding men, or words to that effect. Is that correct?”

Clare swallowed and reluctantly said, “Yes sir.”

“Tut, tut, tut,” Graham replied with a mocking tone and a smile. “That’s no way for a girl like you to behave is it? Anybody would think you were a decent woman instead of a submissive slut. Well there’s going to be no more of that from now on my girl. You’ve done enough teasing for a life time. From now on you will not be insulting to anyone asking you on a date, and you will not outright refuse a date under any circumstances either. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” Clare heard herself. On no! What was he making her do now?

“Having said that it wouldn’t really be healthy for a poor guy to develop an infatuation with a slut like you by properly dating you. So instead from now on whenever you are asked on a date you will say yes, but make it conditional on the date being for a night of casual sex. Tell them that it is because you don’t want a relationship but like casual sex and would be happy to arrange a night with them whenever they wish. If they are not agreeable to a casual sex relationship you can refuse. But if they want one then you will arrange the date either at your place or theirs for as soon as possible. Make sure you dress as slutty as possible for the occasion and do whatever they want enthusiastically. Attempt to please them sexually in any way they wish. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” Clare replied. She then attempted to plead with him not to make her do such a thing. She would end up sleeping with half the city the way she was dressed and behaving and the reputation she was getting. But as she attempted she again felt the stupid grin come to her face. Then she heard herself say, “It will be such a turn on to fuck all these guys that find me so attractive. I just can’t wait.”

Clare felt an appalling rush of arousal as the humiliation of the statement and the thought of what she may have to do hit her. Appearing to see her plight Graham simply chuckled.

“My, you are such a breathtakingly slutty girl aren’t you?” he said. “Okay, now as far as Bill is concerned it seems only right and proper that you apologise for the way you treated him earlier. So you are going to be spending tonight over at his flat serving him sexually to show him how sorry you are. I’ve informed him already you will be arriving at seven this evening to spend the night, and have typed out for you detailed instructions you are to memorise explaining how you are to behave and please him. Here they are. You can open them later. You are to follow them to the letter. Do you understand all of that?”

Clare instantly attempted to shout “No way am I going to humiliate myself by sleeping with Bill; especially after what happened this afternoon!” Instead she smiled and said, “Of course. I can’t wait. It will be so humiliating to sleep with Bill after the way I’ve treated him. It really appeals to my submissive streak. It makes me so wet.” The statement and Graham’s casual smile in response caused an immediate sharp pang of humiliation, and a burst of arousal that went straight to her clit and sent her over the edge. She moaned as a minor orgasm overwhelmed her.

After watching her until she recovered Graham handed Clare a large envelope.

“Three other things Clare: I have a letter for Bill you are to take to him tonight. It is personal and under no circumstances are you to read it. The instructions I have provided for you detail how you are to give it to him and what you are to say. Secondly from now on you must obey all commands from Directors and board members of this company as you do myself. Lastly Hilary Hayes has asked me if she can speak to you. I would like you to go down to her office immediately after you leave mine. When she’s finished with you I want you to go home and read the instructions about tonight and then obey them. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” Clare’s mouth helpfully responded.

“Excellent Clare. Now as I’m going to let you finish work early today I’ll have my daily blow job now so that it’s out of the way. Kneel down.”

Graham unzipped his flies, spreading his legs and extracting his erection as Clare helplessly felt herself obediently go down to her knees.

“Now let’s see whether your homework has assisted your technique,” Graham said. “You did do your homework as I told you, didn’t you Clare?”

Clare reddened again as she moved over to Graham on her knees obediently. “Yes sir,” she found herself saying.

“Good. Then let’s see you follow it enthusiastically.”

Once between Graham’s legs Clare took hold of his large dick in her hand and brought her mouth down to it. Clare didn’t want to do this at all let alone with enthusiasm. Despite this she began work as though she loved to give oral, licking Graham’s dick from base to glands, before pulling back the foreskin to work the tip of her tongue around the area. Graham moaned in satisfaction.

Clare then allowed the tip of her tongue to dance over the base of the glands at the point where they joined the foreskin, as she now knew the main nerve clusters were situated there. A longer moan came from Graham.

Clare then brought the cock into her mouth and began to suck in greedily, working her mouth up and down, allowing her left hand to reach down and cup his ball sack in the palm and lift them.

Within a couple of minutes of Clare’s improved ministrations Graham was brought to orgasm. Again Clare felt the large cock swell in her mouth before with a grunt of satisfaction from Graham it discharged. As yesterday the load was enormous. After three large squirts hit the back of her mouth and she had obediently suckled out any remaining vestiges of sperm Clare felt like her mouth was brimming with it.

Without having to be told this time Clare brought her head back and opened her mouth to show Graham his load, before closing it and swallowing down the mouthful of come in three gulps and opening up again to show him it had gone.

When she had finished Graham ran his hand through Clare’s hair like she were a pet, before finally giving her permission to leave.

As Clare walked down the corridor of HR towards Hilary Hayes’ office she clung to a sense of hope that Hilary might wish to speak to her about what they had discussed earlier in the day. Perhaps she had arranged some counselling for her.

As she passed his work station she saw Derek was not at his desk, but Clare knew where Hilary’s office was so walked slowly and sexily to it. Once there Clare knocked on the door, before hearing Hilary’s distinct voice usher her in.

Hilary was seated at her desk on the phone chuckling. Seeing Clare she ushered her in.

“Close the door behind you, Clare. Put the ‘do not disturb’ sign on it first, then come over here,” Hilary said as she continued briefly with her conversation. “Okay see you later Graham.” She then put the phone down, rose and began walking around her desk. She was wearing a black power suit consisting of jacket and knee length pencil skirt and flat black sensible shoes.

Clare felt so pleased to see her. At last something positive. Hilary would definitely help her now.

“You wanted to see me?” Clare said.

“Yes. It is kind of a follow up to what we discussed earlier,” Hilary replied. “I said I would get to the bottom of why you appear to have changed and I have.”

“Oh thank goodness. So what is it? Have you arranged me to have some counselling?” Clare said with an intense sound of relief and her best little girl lost look on her face again.

“No. I’ve not arranged you some counselling Clare. I can’t really see the point,” Hilary replied coldly, leaning against her desk and folding her arms.

“But ... but ... what do you mean? What’s happened?” Clare said confused.

“Let me explain Clare,” Hilary said rising to face Clare. “There are two types of women in this world. There are strong women like me; women who forged the feminist revolution, women who got us the vote, women who are willing to compete with men on their terms and not submit or capitulate to them. Then there are women like you. Women who to a lesser or greater extent like to submit to men. Now women like you as I see it are weak and easily made more submissive with the right conditioning and treatment. Graham quite clearly has treated you in such a way that it has allowed you to feel you can surrender more fully than most women of your kind to your submissiveness.”

Hilary continued as she slowly walked towards Clare.

“Graham might have his own beliefs about why you behave the way you do or how he has got you to behave this way. But I’m a woman myself and I know the situation is different. Women like me could never be made to submit to anything we didn’t want to do by any means. But women like you ... well ... quite clearly a few directive firm words from Graham and the right kind of treatment and you now feel compelled to do anything no matter how degrading and humiliating. And I have to be honest with you Clare,” Hilary said walking up to her. “I find it all very sad and pathetic. You are an insult to decent feminist women dressing and behaving so sexually compliantly and submissively.”

Clare instantly tried to correct Hilary. She did not like dressing or behaving the way she was. She couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t submissive or an insult to women the way Hilary was suggesting. She had always considered herself a feminist.

Inevitably though poor Clare found herself smiling stupidly and posing sexily with one hand on her hip. Then she said, “You’re right. I just love dressing in a way that shows off my tits and ass, and I get so turned on by being submissive. I can’t stand any of that feminism stuff.”

Hilary looked her up and down contemptuously in response. The humiliation was so great that Clare almost came on the spot.

“See what I mean Clare? Any excuse to be a submissive slut and you’ll take it. Disgusting.”

Hilary then turned and walked to the other side of her desk. She squatted down and picked up what looked like a square box with a handle on top and put it on the desk.

“Come over here Clare,” she said. “I know Graham’s told you to be obedient to all board members now, which includes me. So let’s see if you enjoy this as much. Lift your top up so it’s above your tits.”

As she walked sexily over to Hilary Clare helplessly complied, allowing her large breasts to bounce free from under the top with a jiggle.

Hilary opened the box outwards. It opened to reveal lots of small drawers. Clare thought it looked like some form of makeup box.

“I brought this in from home a half hour ago especially for you. You know, I haven’t always been a successful executive, Clare. Before I recognised my true direction in life I worked at a beauty salon for a year. It taught me how pathetic most women are in their preoccupation with their looks and men. But it also taught me some other interesting skills... Like how to do piercings. You know Clare, you would look so good with a nipple piercing. Stand still like that and don’t move.”

Hilary then opened a little drawer in the box and took out a pair of rubber gloves and put them on. She then opened a wider drawer and took out a pair of metal clamps. Licking her lips Hilary then took hold of Clare’s left nipple and fixed the clamp ends around it and tightened them until the rings at the end held it securely. This caused Clare to make a sharp intake of breath.

Clare desperately struggled to move, but could not. She tried to tell Hilary she didn’t want a nipple piercing, but instead smiled and said, “Wow, please do it. It will look so sexy.”

“Let’s see,” Hilary said with a cruel tone. Then she quickly ripped out of a packet a sterile piercing needle and pierced through the side of the nipple where it was clamped.

Clare gave a shriek at the sudden sting.

Hilary then pulled open another drawer and indicated to Clare to look.

“So which is it to be Clare?” Hilary said indicating a line of barbell nipple rings. At one end was a small thin one and then they increased in size to one that was chunky and an inch in diameter. “Actually... I think we will have this one,” she said picking the chunkiest. She then removed the clamp and fixed the piercing in place, before wiping the area with a sterile wipe, causing it to briefly sting.

“Okay. Pull your top down,” Hilary said.

Clare immediately did so.

Hilary licked her lips looking at the area. Clare realised immediately the large chunky ring was probably showing through the stretchy thin material of the vest top. Before she could look Hilary spoke again.

“Excellent. Now for the coup de gras. Pull up your skirt around your waist, sit down on the chair here, spread your legs and then lean back.”

Clare tried desperately to fight the command, but instead found herself smiling prettily as she hiked up her skirt and sat down, her legs spreading apart. Her desperate attempts to change her posture only caused her legs to spread further. As she tried to stop herself she instead leaned backwards, her hands surrounding her pubis perfectly like some sort of kinky picture frame. The fact that she was looking like something out of a men’s magazine was echoing in her mind. She was beyond merely looking slutty at this point, no doubt she looked, frankly, obscene.

“M… my. You do enjoy showing yourself off, don’t you?”

“I… I can’t help it,” Clare stammered. “I just love it when people look at my pretty pussy.”

Hilary quickly pulled up another chair in front of Clare and seating herself began to examine Clare’s pussy.

“My you are wet down here aren’t you,” she said with a smile at how Clare’s sex was wet with her helpless arousal at her embarrassing situation and behaviour. “Now again, Clare, don’t move.”

As Clare watched helplessly unable to move Hilary got the clamps again and then raised the hood from over Clare’s clitoris and placed the clamps around the hood hotizontally directly about her clit. Once fixed Hilary then got another sterile piercing needle and pierced the hood from below, causing another little shriek from Clare. Hilary then reached up and took something out of another drawer in the box.

“What do you think of this then Clare?” she said showing Clare the strange piece of jewellery.

What Hilary held was a gold curved bar around a half inch long. At one end was securing ball. At the other a chunky metal jewel shaped like an equilateral triangle with sides around a half inch long and smooth corners. It was pointed end upwards with the flat end down most. A little chain around an inch long hung from the triangle and attached to the other end of the chain was a little bell. Hilary shook the bell to demonstrate it and it emitted a shrill and amazingly loud tinkling noise.

“My mom always said every kitty should have a bell so everyone knows she’s coming,” Hilary said shaking and tinkling the bell again. “In the case of a slut like you coming will be the operative word as well. This isn’t just a piece of jewellery, it’s a very classy little toy. I got it for a girlfriend, but she didn’t want it. Inside this little triangle is a tiny little spring and gear. The bell and chain act like a little pendulum and wind up the spring. Once it gets tight enough, it slips loose. And then...” She bounced the bell two more times, then grinned maliciously as it made a horrific buzzing sound and shook in her fingers. “Can you guess how it fits, Clare?”

Hilary demonstrated how immediately. Unscrewing the securing ball she then fed the bar up underneath Clare’s clit hood through the pierced hole. She then took off the clamp and screwed the ball back on the bar and gave the area a wipe with another sterile wipe, causing another little temporary sting. After doing so she gently pressed the little triangle down against Clare’s clit with a finger and folded the hood over to hold it in place. Finally she dropped the little bell and chain down. It made its shrill little tinkling sound as it rolled down onto Clare’s pussy lips. The bell was quite a heavy weight for its small size and pulled the triangle down snugly against her clit.

Hilary then flicked the bell causing it to tinkle again and dance around on Clare’s pussy. As it did so it simultaneously caused the little triangle to rub against Clare’s clit. After the third tinkle as well as rub against her clit Clare felt the little triangle emit a vibration as well lasting around a second.

Clare gave a sharp intake of breath and a little moan, spasmodically moving her hips in response. Hilary flicked the bell three more times in quick succession and Clare responded similarly to the vibration, but with a deeper moan.

“It seems to be working perfectly,” Hilary said.

Hilary then rose and walked over to a mirror she had on one wall.

“Now stand up, pull down your skirt and come take a look at yourself in the mirror.”

Clare immediately rose and did as instructed. As she walked with each hip swaying step she heard the distinct tinkle of the bell and felt it rubbing the little triangular jewel against her clit. After the third step there was also a little vibration that nearly took her off her feet. Still, she managed to make her way to the mirror with shaky legs and slightly unfocused eyes.

“So what do you think, Clare?” Hilary said smiling at the image in the mirror. “As you’ve decided to surrender to being a slutty submissive woman and enjoy being humiliated so much I thought I would assist you. Doesn’t that nipple ring show up nicely through your top? Everyone will see it. There’s no way of hiding it is there?”

Clare’s eyes opened in horror at the image. Her nipples were rock hard with her helpless arousal and were demonstrating themselves clearly through the thin top material. But equally the shape of the ring attached to her left nipple demonstrated itself clearly. Oh no!

Clare turned to Hilary to try to plead with her to take it off, causing her other piercing to tinkle and rub against her clit. Then she found herself smiling sweetly.

“Wow! It looks so sexy. I can’t wait to see the reactions of guys to it.”

Hilary shook her head still smiling cruelly. Clare felt an intense rush of arousal at Hilary’s reaction to her humiliating statement.

“Pathetic. Anyway the way I look at it that’s only half the story though,” Hilary said. “I like to think of that as a kind of indicator. Smart people will see that and then when they hear the tinkle from the bell coming from your crotch they will realise that you’ve probably got another piercing down there too. Oh, and that you’re probably going pantie-less as well.”

Clare realised instantly that Hilary was right. Another intense rush of arousal hit her as she thought of such reactions.

“Of course there will be others that don’t figure out what the sound’s from – so you’ll have to tell them. Whenever you see someone puzzled at the sound of your bell, or if anyone asks what the sound is you have to get them alone and tell them about your other piercing and your little clitty bell. And of course, you should offer to let them take a quick peek or a feel while you’re at it.”

Clare instinctively tried to tell Hilary she would not do such a thing. So instead she smiled. Then she said, “Oh, I just can’t wait. It will be such a turn on to behave like that.”

Clare then felt an orgasm overwhelm her due to the completeness of her humiliation. As her body spasmed the little bell tinkled and buzzed against her clit, intensifying the orgasm.

Hilary looked at her and again shook her head.

“Why you’ve no pride or self-respect at all have you Clare? I thought that this may have stimulated some resistance from being so submissive. Instead you go getting even more turned on. Truly pathetic.”

As she recovered Clare suddenly felt intense anger towards Hilary. She had come to her for help with her situation as another woman. Instead she was abusing her worse than any of the men. How dare she betray her this way and then say she deserved it.

Clare lost all sense of self control as she thought this and went to slap Hilary. She lunged forward with teeth bared aiming to slap Hilary as hard as she could.

Hilary backed away before Clare could land the slap though. Clare followed, finding it difficult to move as fast on her massive heels. As she followed Hilary around the room Hilary began to speak.

“Well well. What do we have here? Why Clare, do you not like your piercings after all or am I beginning to stimulate some feminist attitude in you?”

“O-o-o-of course… I like them,” Clare stammered, her ears suddenly ringing as a migrane went off in her mind. She tried to glare at the woman – but instead found herself settling on a ridiculous grin. “Of course… Of course I do. And ... and of course I don’t like that silly feminist nonsense.” She couldn’t force herself to say otherwise. Somehow the very idea of disliking the piercings or resisting was being vetoed by her traitorous mouth, and she couldn’t express anything else about the idea of being a feminist.

“Oh? Then why are you trying to hit me?” Hilary smirked.

“I… I…” Clare was sweating now, her mind reeling. Something important… she had to... had to give the impression she liked what was happening. “I … I just thought you might like some rough sex play, and I… I wanted to celebrate my… my new toys. With you.”

What? What had she just said? Where had that come from?

Clare saw Hilary’s eyes opened wide.

“Why Clare, I knew you were submissive, but I had no idea you had such deep S and M tendencies. Yummy. This sounds like fun. And it will give me further opportunities to explore how far your submissive streak goes.”

“I… I don’t…” Clare’s head was starting to ache. She had to get out of this with … the impression … she was having fun .. had to. She found herself keeping the stupid half-grin on her face, and then said. “I don’t usually, but I’m always up for trying new things.”

“Well okay, you want some rough play, then let’s do it. Ideally we could do with someplace a bit more… appropriate… but until then let’s do something here. How about we have a cat fight?” Hilary said this with a look that turned Clare’s veins to ice, “Let’s see you be really aggressive and try to slap me till I tell you to stop. But no kicking, no kneeing, no scratching, no punching, no biting, and no hair pulling. And as I’m smaller than you, just to make it fair every time I bring one or other of your arms down to your side you have to hold it there for ten seconds each time before you can bring it back up again. And you also have to keep standing upright with your head up and chin out facing me—no ducking, bobbing or dancing around or backing away. Keep your head and torso still facing forward continuously when I try to slap you. And let’s see lots of anger and frustration; no giving up till I tell you to. Now let’s see just how submissive you are.”

Clare’s anger suddenly started to bubble back up again intensely. If Hilary thought she was going to obey some stupid rules she was crazy. She’d show her. Hilary was going to be taught a lesson. She would start by taking out this stupid nipple piercing and throw it at her!

Her hands went to her breast to take out her piercing.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Hilary asked with a glare.

“Taking out my ring?” Clare said, looking confused. “I don’t want it to get…”

“Oh no no no,” Hilary said, shaking her head. “You never, ever remove your ring or your bell, ever. The only time a slut like you will remove it will be for hygiene or for safety, and you will put it right back on the second you can.”

Clare’s hands immediately dropped away from her nipple. “Yes, of course.”

Clare now felt even more angry; as much with herself as with Hilary. Why was she agreeing to this? She looked again at Hilary smiling, who had now stopped backing away and was in front of her desk. She was going to well and truly teach the woman.

Clare commenced to lunge at her again. Hilary brought her arms up to fend off Clare’s attempted blows. Hilary then tried one of her own which Clare also blocked. The two women then struggled intimately pressed together face to face, with Clare snarling and Hilary looking slightly trepidatious but otherwise seeming to enjoy the situation immensely.

Clare’s clit bell was now tinkling furiously with her movements, rubbing the jewel continuously against her clit and sending repeated vibrations through it; forcing her to frenzied state of sexual arousal despite her anger. Her five inch stilettos made click clickety click noises on the wooden floor in rhythm to the tinkling of the bell as she and Hilary wrestled.

Clare was some four to five inches taller than Hilary even without her massive stilettos and her greater height and weight pushed Hilary back against her desk briefly with Hilary having hold of Clare’s wrists. Their arms waved around in the air as Clare attempted to pull them free to slap Hilary. Eventually Hilary began to draw Clare’s arms downwards towards her sides. Clare attempted to resist but didn’t have the leverage in the position as their arms were well below shoulder height anyway. As a result slowly after flailing around and both of them straining and grunting with effort for a while longer Clare’s arms inevitably descended.

Once Clare’s arms were down to her sides Hilary let go of them. Clare tried to raise them – but to her horror Clare found they seemed pinned there. She fought furiously but uselessly to pull them up. As she did so she remembered Hilary’s command to hold them there for ten seconds each time they were brought to her side. Why was she obeying it? What the hell was going on?

As she thought this she saw Hilary had seen what had happened and was smiling cruelly again. Hilary grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back away from the desk so she could get at her. Clare’s stilettos made a rapid click clickety click noise as she stumbled backwards. Hilary then started slapping her.

Clare tried to back away, duck or evade the slaps but found she couldn’t. Instead she found herself simply stood there facing Hilary with her head and chin out. Clare struggled furiously to free her pinned arms or to attempt to evade Hilary’s slaps or kick her, but try as she might for some reason it was useless. As she questioned herself why she realised that it was because she was obeying all of Hilary’s commands about the cat fight. Why?

As she struggled and puzzled over her compliant behaviour Clare’s head bounced from side to side under the repetitive CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! of slaps for a full ten seconds. Clare found she could only stand there snarling with her shoulders pumping up and down as she fought to move her arms, the little bell tinkling furiously with her struggles adding a musical accompaniment to the rhythm of the slaps.

At last ten seconds passed and Clare found herself able to move, parrying one last slap from Hilary with her left hand and trying to get one of her own in with her right. The slap was easily stopped by Hilary, though, who grabbed the wrist of the approaching right hand and redirected it down to Clare’s side – where it then stayed. Clare tried to raise it to defend herself, but again it was stuck there. What the hell?

Hilary then grabbed Clare’s left wrist in her right hand so Clare was defenceless and slapped her with her own left.

CLAP!

Simultaneously Hilary started to direct Clare’s free left arm down to her side also. Clare attempted to resist this with gritted teeth, so seeing this Hilary took hold with both of her hands and then was able to force it down quickly with ease.

Clare now found both of her arms again pinned at her sides, and as she again struggled Hilary rose, stepped forward and began raining slaps on poor Clare’s face in quick succession. Clare fought in impotent frustration, her shoulders pumping up and down as she desperately struggled against the invisible bonds that kept her arms snugly at her sides. As she did so a rhythmic loud CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise echoed around the room as her head bounced from side to side. The bell continued to tinkle furiously with her struggles causing Clare’s arousal to become ever more intense despite the abuse as her clit was stimulated by the piercing.

After around the fourteenth slap Clare found her arms free again and she brought them up to deflect further slaps. Hilary grabbed her wrists again and another struggle took place between the two women, with Clare desperately trying to pull free to lay a slap on Hilary and Hilary holding her wrists to stop her and trying to pull her arms down. The two women pulled each other’s arms around in the air again, with bodies intimately pressed together, Clare’s massive heels again making click, clickety click noises on the floor as she wrestled Hilary, her bell tinkling furiously and the two women straining and grunting with effort.

Clare could feel Hilary clearly trying to force her arms back down with all her strength, so valiantly fought back as she tried to pull free to slap Hilary. She succeeded for a few seconds as well. Hilary was straining to pull down Clare’s arms with gritted teeth and was starting to look annoyed by it. Clare was just beginning to feel a little more confident she might even get free and get a slap in herself.

Unfortunately however Hilary had the advantage of flat shoes and was able to move more nimbly than Clare on her massive stilettos. After failing to force down Clare’s arms for a while Hilary adjusted her tactics, moving her weight suddenly to her left bringing Clare with her. Instinctively feeling herself falling to her right, and unable to move her footing as fast on the five inch stilettos, Clare brought down her right arm to save herself with an “Eeeek”. Hilary helped it – right down to her side, where it then stayed. Hilary then stepped back pushing Clare up straight and away from her by her shoulder. As she kept a firm hold of the wrist of Clare’s free arm so she was helpless she again then slapped Clare in peace.

CLAP!

Then again quickly taking hold of Clare’s free wrist in both hands and licking her lips in satisfaction Hilary quickly forced it down to Clare’s other side as Clare fought snarling uselessly.

Clare again found herself helpless, her shoulders pumping up and down in frustration as she fought invisible bonds keeping her arms at her sides. As she did so Hilary rose, stepped forward and quickly taking advantage began slapping Clare repeatedly. Clare helplessly struggled and her clit bell tinkled stimulating her maddeningly as a steady rhythmic CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! echoed around the room.

After fifteen or sixteen slaps Clare again found herself able to move and quickly brought her hands up to defend herself. Before she could lay a slap on Hilary the smaller woman had her by the wrists. The two women again wrestled, their arms waving around in the air, Clare’s bell tinkling and stimulating her and her heels click clickety clicking on the floor. The smaller woman was again forced backwards slightly as their arms flailed around and they both strained and grunted with effort.

Clare could feel Hilary trying to pull her arms downwards again as she backed away and Clare followed, but again they were high enough so Clare had leverage to prevent this. Suddenly Hilary again tried to pull Clare to her right. This time Clare anticipated the move though. Despite nearly tumbling over on her massive heels Clare resisted the temptation to lower her arm to save herself. Hilary tried this same tactic again in the other direction. Again it only produced more animated click clickety click noises from Clare’s stilettos.

At last Clare managed to pull her right wrist free, pulling it back and twisting it simultaneously. She immediately tried to slap Hilary. Hilary however ducked and moved forward, resulting in the hand simply whizzing through the air over Hilary’s blond bob. Clare tried again but before she could deliver the hand she felt Hilary reach behind her and grab a handful of her long black hair between her shoulder blades. She then felt it tugged violently. Clare made another “Eeeeek” noise as she felt her head pulled back causing her to find herself staring at the ceiling. Her hair being pulled distracted Clare, and as it was released and she looked down she discovered her left arm had been assisted back down to her side. Clare tried to raise it, but again it was stuck there.

Clare still tried to slap Hilary as Hilary rose from her crouched position – with a look on her face that said, “I thought you said no hair pulling?” Hilary simply grabbed her wrist with both hands and forced it down to Clare’s other side with ease.

Clare immediately commenced struggling again in impotent frustration to free her pinned arms, her shoulders again pumping up and down repeatedly.

As if answering the look on Clare’s face Hilary stepping forward and smiling said, “the rules are for your benefit Clare. Not mine.” A steady CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! then recommenced.

After around the thirteenth or fourteenth slap however this time Hilary jumped forward as Clare was able to move her arms and grabbed her wrists before they could move more than a few inches from her sides pressing her body intimately against Clare’s in the process. Clare struggled to raise her arms to defend herself but found them held a few inches from her sides easily. As she held her Hilary appeared to be enjoying immensely the way Clare’s struggles caused their breasts to rub together, gazing down at them licking her lips.

After a few seconds of holding her Hilary looked up and smirked as she stared deep into Clare’s eyes. Without a word, she pushed Clare’s arms downward, let go, took a silent step back, and slapped her again. The slaps were enough to sting but not enough to hurt. The humiliation of taking the slapping in the strange way she was combined with the horrible toy she was now very much attached to was making her weak in the knees though.

The CLAP! sound echoed throughout the room as Clare fought in vain to move, to bring her arms up, to do anything. As she struggled uselessly and her bell tinkled crazily Hilary began slapping her repeatedly again. A steady CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise again began echoing around the room.

This time though after eight or so seconds Hilary paused, lazily stepped forward, pressing herself sensuously against Clare as she struggled with shoulders pumping up and down uselessly, and took a gentle but firm hold of Clare wrists before she was able to move them. As soon as she was able to move them they were then held briefly slightly out from her sides as she tried to raise them. Then gently they were pushed back down again. Hilary then stood back and began slapping Clare again. Further loud CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noises echoed around the room and Clare’s clit bell tinkled as she struggled.

For the next couple of minutes Hilary continued in this manner, managing each time to successfully land twelve to thirteen slaps on struggling Clare before stepping forward to press her body against Clare’s and take a gentle firm hold of her wrists before she was able to move them from her sides. Each time they were held briefly and then pushed back down again. Hilary then stepped back to deliver further facial slaps in peace as Clare snarled and struggled. Throughout Clare continued to aggressively and furiously struggle in anger and frustration as she had been instructed, which appeared to make the whole process more satisfying for her sadistic assailant.

“Well I have to say that I am amazed by the depth of your submissiveness, Clare,” Hilary said as she gently and sensuously pressed struggling Clare’s arms back down to her sides again and then stepped back to deliver more facial slaps. “I thought for a moment back there I might be stimulating some self respect and resistance in you.”

CLAP!

“But obviously not. This really is just an S and M game for you.”

CLAP!

“I’m the successful Director in the suit.”

CLAP!

“You’re the slutty secretary dressed in a skimpy skirt and top with no underwear.”

CLAP!

“Who’ll let anyone do whatever they want with her. Well that’s fine with me, believe me.”

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Hilary paused and stepped forward again to take a gentle firm hold of Clare’s wrists and press her body sensuously against her. As she did so Clare was still struggling and snarling furiously with her shoulders pumping up and down, her arms still pinned at her sides. At last they came free, but again were held briefly securely a few inches from her sides before being delivered back down again. Hilary then stood back and started slapping Clare again.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

“You’re a real insult to feminism though, Clare.”

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

“Why I bet you’re really turned on by this aren’t you?”

CLAP!

“I bet it’s really arousing you.”

CLAP!

“Is it?”

As she said this she again stepped forward and took a gentle firm hold of Clare’s wrists. A couple of seconds later Clare again found herself able to move them and as she attempted to bring her arms up Hilary temporarily allowed her some resistance holding them securely a few inches from Clare’s sides.

“Answer honestly now Clare,” Hilary said as the two women wrestled intimately pressed together.

Clare fought furiously in Hilary’s grip to raise her arms, and fought equally to avoid answering Hilary’s question as the humiliation of taking a slapping with such helpless obedience from Hilary was causing Clare to become extremely aroused. The jewel in the little clit piercing was accentuating this. Her pussy and inner thighs were now saturated with her arousal, and the bell was now again tinkling insanely as she struggled. It sent yet another vibration against her clit bringing her close to orgasm and robbing her of her resistance.

“Y ... yes,” Clare inevitably helplessly acknowledged, as Hilary, smiling, for the umpteenth time gently and easily brought Clare’s struggling arms back to her sides – where they then stayed. She then stepped back to recommence slapping her.

“I thought as much.”

CLAP!

“You submissive little tart.”

CLAP!

“Women like you give us decent feminists a bad name.”

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The bell tinkled and the piercing made another vibration against her clit as Clare helplessly struggled. She suddenly stopped resisting and moaned and then began to gently rock back and forth on the spot as an intense orgasm hit her.

“Typical.”

CLAP!

“I wouldn’t have expected anything else from you.”

CLAP!

Hilary paused suddenly panting. Clare, recovering from her orgasm found herself able to move again, and this time Hilary didn’t have hold of her wrists. As a result Clare raised her hand to slap Hilary.

Instead of attempting to stop her though Hilary placed her hands on Clare’s tits and started to rub them.

Instantly Clare stopped fighting. The hand that was hovering to try to slap Hilary went up to the side of her head, as did her other at the other side. She then pulled back her shoulders and pressed her breasts against Hilary’s hands.

Clare tried to tell Hilary to stop and call her a bitch. Instead she found herself smiling bizarrely. She then said, “That’s really nice. Don’t stop. It’s really turning me on.”

“There really doesn’t seem to be any hope for you Clare,” Hilary said as she gently rubbed Clare’s tits in steady rotations. She then paused, took her hands off Clare’s breasts and slapped Clare again.

CLAP!

Clare snarled and went to slap Hilary back. Hilary immediately grabbed Clare’s breasts and started rubbing them again. Clare’s hand hovered shaking again in the air briefly before going back to the side of her head with the other. She then pulled back her shoulders and leaned her breasts against Hilary’s hands.

“Well I think we’re establishing beyond doubt that you’re definitely not the material of the feminist revolution,” Hilary said as she paused from rubbing Clare’s breasts to slap her again.

CLAP!

Clare’s hand moved out to slap her back again, but Hilary’s hands were back on her tits rubbing them so it immediately went back to the side of her head.

“You simply can’t resist behaving submissively can you?” Hilary said. She paused from rubbing the tits to slap Clare again.

CLAP!

Her hands were back on Clare’s tits instantly. Clare barely had time to respond to the slap this time. Her hands didn’t have time to move at all from the sides of her head.

“Well as someone who’s a proper feminist woman and who enjoys being dominant you’ve got me quite hot. And I can’t see why all the boys alone should have fun with a submissive slut like you. If women like you must exist I can’t see why descent women like me shouldn’t enjoy you as well. Okay, enough of our cat fight. Lie on your back on the floor with your arms by your sides and legs together out straight and look directly up at the ceiling.”

Clare instantly found herself lying down on the floor as instructed. She then saw Hilary standing over her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hilary unzip the back of her skirt and drop it before dropping her panties. She heard her rush over and lock her office door for extra security. Then she saw Hilary standing over her again. As she watched Hilary first knelt beside her then got on top of her, one knee either side of her arms. Hilary then moved forward until her pussy was directly over Clare’s face. Oh no!

“Now young lady,” Hilary said grabbing another handful of Clare’s dark main. “Let’s see you eat some pussy. Make sure you do it good, Clare. Swallow down my juices and lick my lips and clitty nicely. Do your level best to make me cum.”

With that Hilary pulled Clare’s face up to her pussy.

“Oh my, your face is so warm Clare.”

Clare tried to keep her mouth closed and not do as Hilary instructed. Instead she found herself immediately begin to lick Hilary’s musty smelling pussy as ordered, darting her tongue at the little bud of a clitty. She heard Hilary moan.

“Ohhh. Yes. That’s right. That’s nice. Just there. Yes! That’s perfect, Clare. Ohhh!” Hilary’s juices were exuding more and more on Clare’s face and in her mouth. Clare therefore tried to pull away, but instead found herself lapping them up and working harder on Hilary’s clit to bring her off despite her useless efforts to resist.

Ten minutes passed of Clare lapping hungrily at Hilary’s pussy and Hilary coming some five times. After one last enormous orgasm Hilary pushed Clare’s head away. After getting her breath back she stood. Clare simply remained where she had been told to, her hot pink cheeks covered in Hilary’s pussy juice.

“Okay. That’s fine Clare. Great job. This has been a very rewarding session, be it a short one. We will have to have a lengthier one at my place sometime later this week. Oh, sorry, you can get up now. And you better wipe your face. You look a bit of a sight with those well slapped pink cheeks of yours covered in my pussy juice. I’d almost feel sorry for you if I didn’t know you enjoyed it so much. Still, look on the bright side. A good slapping and a pussy juice facial will probably do your complexion the world of good.”

Clare rose and angrily wiped her face in silent disbelief with some tissues from Hilary’s desk. Why was she allowing this abusive treatment? What was happening to her? As she pondered Hilary continued.

“Oh yes. I was speaking to Graham just as you arrived. He phoned down to tell me you were on your way and explained how he was letting you off work early to do some shopping for a ... err ... date.” Hilary sniggered as she said this. “From the sound of it you’re going to be having some fun with Bill as well later. Well you’d better get going to prepare hadn’t you? We wouldn’t want to spoil Bill’s big night would we?”

Clare didn’t have to be told more than once. Silently fuming at Hilary’s comments and her own behaviour she immediately turned for the door.

“Oh, Clare?” Hilary said stopping her before she could take more than a few steps. “Wait a minute. Just one last thing.”

Clare instinctively wanted to turn and glare at Hilary angrily, but found herself pausing to turn and smile instead. She then said, “Yes, ma’am?” politely.

“Have you ever heard of a curtsey?”

Clare blinked. “Yes, I learned how to do one as a child—back when I was learning the piano.”

“Wonderful.” Hilary smirked again, folding her arms and licking her lips. “Can you show me one real quick?”

Clare attempted some useless resistance, but even as she did so she found herself taking a half step back then crossing her legs under her precariously on her massive heels. Her knees bent as her hands found the sides of her skirt, pulling it upwards. It was too tight to really flare out, but the combined actions of her legs and hands did have an effect on the short garment; she could feel the chill air of the air conditioning on her suddenly half-exposed wet pussy and ass, and the piercing dangling tinkled and vibrated against her clit. It took Clare’s breath away slightly, but she managed to stand and right herself quickly nonetheless, tugging her skirt back down as she did so.

“Oh, that’s just perfect,” Hilary said chuckling. “But let’s see you do it again, this time pulling the skirt up higher. Oh, and make sure you do the head thing and give a great big smile.”

This time Clare attempted to resist more. But inevitably it was futile. She found her legs crossing again, this time her hands taking hold of the skirt to pull it higher. Glancing down, she saw she was completely on display, her silly bell swaying and tinkling. She didn’t have long to worry about that, however, as she found herself looking up to give a huge grin whilst cocking her head, just like Mrs. Rhodes taught her years ago for her piano recital.

“Oh, that’s just...perfect,” Hilary laughed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. “Okay, From now on Clare, whenever you enter or leave my presence and we’re alone make sure you curtsey just like that.”

Clare had a strong urge to say, “No I fucking won’t!” and storm out. So instead she politely curtseyed again, with a big smile and her head cocked to one side. And equally politely as she did so she said, “Yes. Of course Ma’am.”

Clare felt even more deeply humiliated at her own behaviour after everything that had just happened, which inevitably intensely aroused her, and unfortunately her clit piercing tinkled again sending one last ill timed vibration against her clit. This caused an intense orgasm that nearly made her collapse. Somehow she managed to rise and hurriedly turned and headed for the door as behind her she heard Hilary laughing hysterically.