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Power (Mf)

(10% done)

    ***WARNING: this story is not yet finished, and ends very abruptly***

    Heather had been running late that morning, and it was almost 8:30 by
    the time she made it to the office.  Hurrying past the cubicles, she
    headed for her corner office.  She had earned it with hard work, good
    organization skills, and meticulous attention to detail, but this
    morning nothing was going right.  But outwardly, she was calm.  When
    you're only a few months past thirty and blonde, you have to work hard
    to command the respect an successful executive deserves.

    As she turned into her office, she waved to John, her personal
    assistant.  He had joined the company just over a year ago, fresh out
    of college.

    Sitting behind her desk, she began the process of arranging her papers
    and getting organized.  She knew she had several important meetings
    today, and would have to be at her best for them.  She was sure John
    would remind her of them soon, and she wanted to have everything ready
    so she could review the details of each meeting quickly and
    efficiently.  She arranged the papers in three neat piles, leaning
    over her desk to make sure everything was in place.  As she brushed
    her hair back from her face, she noticed John standing in her office
    door and looked up.

    "We need to talk," he said, as he closed her office door behind him.
    She froze.  "Not this, not now!" she thought.  But there was nothing
    she could do.  She took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm.

    John stared at her with a firm look on his face.  "I was working on
    the expense report for your trip last week, and the receipt for your
    taxi to the airport was missing.  I've told you over and over again
    how important it is to keep all your receipts."

    It was no use protesting; she knew she had been in a hurry and
    forgotten to get a receipt.  "I'm sorry," she mumbled quietly, hoping
    this would be over quickly.

    John, however, wasn't going to let her off that easy.  "Get out your book."

    Leaning down, she pulled a small notebook out of the bottom drawer of
    her desk.  Opening it up, she got out a pen and prepared to write.

    John walked to the window, and looked out at the view of the nearby
    marina.  His hands behind him, he spoke confidently, like a powerful
    old man giving dictation.  "Failed to file all necessary receipts, 5
    strokes, tits."

    Her hands trembling, she entered the information into her book.

    He paused, enjoying the view out her window.  "Have you been working
    out as scheduled?"

    She blushed.  She considered lying, but he had caught her before.
    "Monday I was unable to find time to work out before my flight."

    He chuckled.  "Neglected to keep body firm for master's enjoyment, 20
    strokes, ass."

    She made the appropriate entry.  It was a severe punishment, but she
    was not suprised.  She knew how much he enjoyed her slim figure.  She
    waited patiently for him to continue.

    "And that blowjob I had you give me when you returned yesterday.  Did
    you think your enthusiasm was sufficient?"

    She had come back on the red eye and hadn't gotten much sleep; she had
    been tired, and knew it certainly wasn't the best blowjob she had ever
    given.  "I'm afraid perhaps it wasn't."

    "Always remember, enthusiasm is very sexy."  Walking towards her, he
    took her chin in her hand.  "And you know how much I enjoy watching
    you hungrily suck me dry."

    She blushed; before she had met him, such language would have offended
    her.  She waited paitently for him to continue.

    "Unenthusiastic blowjob, 5 strokes, pussy."

    She shivered as she made the entry, knowing that even just five
    strokes on the sensitive flesh between her legs would be hard to
    stand.

    "Anything else, sir?"

    "That will be all for now.  Please remove your clothing."

    After returning the notebook to the drawer, she stood and started
    unbuttoning her blouse.  As she unbuttoned the buttons, she caught
    sight of John's initials, tattooed on her left tit.  He had made her
    mark herself for him on the first anniversary of their formal
    agreement that he owned her.  She was still a bit uncertain about it,
    since she had always enjoyed low cut tops, which weren't an option now
    at least at any gathering where she might run into professional
    acquaintances.  But, on the other hand, she was intrigued by the
    control he had over her, and the lengths she would go to demonstrate
    her obedience to him.

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