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Whatever it takes

Hannah was desperate for a promotion at work. She knew it wouldn't be easy, several colleagues were far more experienced, but she was willing to do whatever it takes. That included brown nosing her snooty bitch of a boss Ms. Grayson.

Ms. Grayson had a reputation as a hard ass, and Hannah was a little intimidated whenever she was called into the 40-something year old woman's office.

At 24 Hannah was a bright eyed junior but eager to step up into a management role, so she had pleaded with Ms. Grayson for a meeting, turning on her charm and even flirting a little with the older woman after hearing a rumor the older manager might be gay. Hannah certainly wasn't, with a long term boyfriend, but she was not opposed to wiggling her ass a little to get her way. Still, she was nervous, she didn't want to mess up this chance to give the career a real jump start.

Hannah walked into Ms. Grayson's office at 5:30pm as the rest of the office emptied. She walked past her office friend Lara's desk, who ushered a 'good luck' Hannah's way as the girl walked by.

At 5:31pm Hannah knocked on Ms. Grayson's office door, and heard the curt response.

"Come in."

Hannah slowly opened the door to see the woman at her desk, dressed in a very formal business dress, no cleavage showing, skirt to her lower thigh, hair tied up in a bun. Ms. Grayson was all professional. Hannah opted to wear a floral summer dress, letting her cleavage show a little and the shorter hem revealing her toned thighs (something Hannah was proud of).

"You're late, sit down while I finish this report."

Hannah went to argue that it was only a minute, but thought better of it and sat there, fidgeting as doubt crept in as the woman ignored her. 'Whatever it takes Hannah, you got this' she mentally told herself.

When Ms. Grayson finally looked at her Hannah felt those ice blue eyes penetrating her soul.

"Well, what is it girl? I'm very busy with this hiring for a new team manager."

This was it, Hannah thought, her little speech all prepared.

"I'm... um... here actually about that. I've got great people skills, I'm always getting my work done, I have a track reco-" Hannah was cut off just as she was finding her feet with the conversation.

"Oh please spare me the drivel. Hannah isn't it? Look, I need someone with experience, but not only that, someone who can follow my instructions to the letter. It's vitally important and you couldn't even turn up to this meeting on time."

Hannah held back the tears, she had to be strong, even if this wasn't going how she wanted it to. "I- I can follow instructions... and - what I lack in experience I make up for... in enthusiasm." Hannah was desperate to salvage this, and in a last ditch attempt she pushed her chest out, hoping the woman might at least be bi and find Hannah's breasts appealing enough.

To Hannah's surprise Ms. Grayson's glare softened. Maybe the older bitch was a dyke after all thought the young girl, who put on her best pleading face.

"Hmm. I'm not sure. But, I am willing to give you a chance. I am throwing a party tonight, with myself and a few of the big clients. If you can turn up, follow instructions and show me some of that... enthusiasm, I might be willing to consider you for the role." Ms. Grayson looked Hannah up and down as she said this, seeming to admire the younger woman's body.

Hannah couldn't believe it, had her plan worked? Only a tiny bit of flirting, she could handle a party, wooing clients was second nature, the girl was filled with fresh hope.

"Oh yes, of course, whatever it takes Ms. Grayson"

"We shall see" said Ms. Grayson, with a wicked grin. "Be at my address at 8pm sharp tonight, you can get it from my secretary. Now scurry along girlie, and wear something... enthusiastic." The woman winked at Hannah as she enunciated that last word.

Oh god, thought Hannah, she really is gay, but she was prepared for that. Whatever it takes, that job would be hers, but she gulped at the thought of this woman leering over her.

Hannah rushed home and prepared, wearing a black dress that came down to her thigh, it was incredibly revealing, cutting a low cleavage and leaving plenty of Hannah's leg on show. She would have to be careful bending over so as to not reveal the lace knickers she had on underneath. Touching up her makeup she called a cab and headed to Ms. Grayson's house, determined not to be late.

Hannah pulled up at ten to 8, paying the driver she slipped out the cab, holding on to her dress to avoid it riding up, and knocked on the door.

Ms. Grayson opened it and looked the girl up and down, her stare almost predatory. The woman was dressed incredibly different, her auburn hair down, with a sleek red dress that hugged her figure, and her cleavage on full display. Hannah's jaw almost dropped as she noticed the thigh high red leather boots the woman was wearing and had to compose herself seeing her boss wearing this... overly sexual outfit. Hannah feared she might be getting in above her head.

"Well girl, get in. I did say 8pm sharp, so you're going to have to do better than this start if we are going to consider you for a new role, early is not much better than late, when I expect you to follow precise instructions."

That bitch, thought Hannah - she's clearly on a power trip, but Hannah bit her tongue. "Yes Ms. Grayson, sorry." It was all Hannah could muster as she hurried inside after the host.

The start of the evening went by fairly non-eventful. Hannah was a bit miffed that she was being treated like a servant though, having to fetch Ms. Grayson and her guests (mostly CEOs and directors of her agencies clients) new glasses of wine or champagne, taking coats as they arrived to hang on the rack and generally just stay close to Ms. Grayson as she shmoozed her guests. Ms. Grayson did allow Hannah a few drinks, but was specific about the wine the girl could drink, and would watch intently to ensure the girl finished it quickly to return to her duties. At 10pm, Hannah was at least feeling a buzz from the glasses she had been allowed to consume, but she was permitted (or rather, forced) to drink more as the party settled in the spacious lounge area, many of the guests now seated, with ice buckets of champagne prepared so she no longer had to top up wine every 5 minutes.

Once Hannah had brought out the last of the champagne and checked the guests were happy (why were all the men and women leering at her? Was her dress really that revealing?), Ms. Grayson pulled Hannah aside in the master bedroom upstairs, before leaving for a moment. Hannah heard muffled cheering from downstairs before Ms. Grayson returned.

"You've performed well enough tonight Hannah, but I don't think you are ready for the duties the role requires. So you are free to take your leave for the evening." Ms. Grayson was dismissive, and Hannah felt deflated. How could this woman use her as a servant and then just dismiss her? This bitch, this nasty old woman. Hannah felt her lip tremble. The alcohol now coursing through her veins gave her the confidence to say something, even if she wasn't sure what to say. She needed this promotion, she had come too far now not to leave with it.

"No please, give me a chance, I am ready for the duties I promise. Whatever it takes, please."

Ms. Grayson took a step closer to the girl, her stature towering over the shorter, younger girl.

"Perhaps I do have a role for you. Should you wish to undertake a performance appraisal right now. Should you at any point back out, I will see your resignation from the company on my desk tomorrow morning. I have plenty of reasons NOT to employee a tardy girl like you, let alone promote one. Especially after that mistake on the Gamble & Mason contract that cost us thousands."

For Hannah things were going from bad to worse. Ms. Grayson knew about the mistake, somehow it had been traced back to Hannah, even months afterwards. She couldn't afford to lose the job. The wine made it so hard to think, what could a performance appraisal mean? Right here, in the woman's bedroom, Hannah had a pretty good idea.

If it meant she got to not only keep her job, but also get a new role out of it, could she do it?

Whatever it takes, Hannah silently reminded herself.

"Okay... I'll... do it." Hannah said, her lip trembling.

Ms. Grayson brushed aside the hair from Hannah's cheek, her lips inches from Hannah's face.

"Good, now strip." Ms. Grayson sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze boring into Hannah, who began to slowly undress.

"Make it sexy" said Ms. Grayson in a disappointed tone "Remember this is a performance review"

Hannah took the hint. She closed her eyes, imagining it was her boyfriend on the bed, swaying her hips as she unzipped the dress, peeling it off while bending at the hips.

"Good girl" whispered Ms. Grayson as she admired the curves on the girl as her flesh was exposed, and Hannah could not help but blush.

A wooping cheer from downstairs broke Hannah's concentration, and she looked at the door.

"Don't mind them, I've provided them with their usual entertainment, they won't disturb us" reassured Ms. Grayson.

Hannah's head was buzzing from the wine, she willed herself on, knowing now what was at stake. Ms. Grayson had to remind her she wanted everything gone, and so the bra was unclasped, and Hannah leaned over to allow her boss to ogle her supple breasts. Hannah wasn't sure if it was the wine or just her managing to think of her boyfriend, but she could feel an arousal in her growing, even if it was a performance for her boss. With her knickers left she stepped close to Ms. Grayson, turning her back to the old pervert and bending over - giving the woman a good view of her shapely ass as she jiggled it... letting the lace panties fall to the floor as she stepped out of them.

Hannah turned around and caught a gasp in her throat at the sight of Ms. Grayson, legs now lewdly spread, showing off her own matching red lace underwear, a clear wet patch in the crotch, a well manicured finger deftly rubbing up and down the material. Hannah blushed, brought back to the reality by the sight before her.

"My such a natural, I think we might have a role for you after all Hannah." Ms. Grayson purred this hungrily, as she eyed the young girl up and down. "Now my feet do so ache from these boots. Do be a doll and remove them so you can massage me properly."

Hannah dropped to her knees obediently, glad to be given a less sexual task to perform. One after another she unzipped the boots, and once both were off she began to rub her hands over the sole of Ms. Grayson's left foot, focusing on it in an attempt to ignore the rest of the woman's body that seemed so aroused for her.

"No dear, use that pretty mouth, I want to feel that tongue." The woman wiggled her toes invitingly. Hannah could smell the sweat from hours of being trapped in leather, but the thought of losing her job spurred her on, and for the first time in her life she licked someone else's foot.

Ms. Grayson was now barking orders quickly under her breath, Hannah unable to ignore the woman's hand rubbing at her own crotch as the young girl followed the orders, sucking on toes (with matching red nail polish naturally), licking along the bottom of Ms. Grayson's foot, and kissing, soft sensual kisses all over.

When both feet were worshiped to a satisfactory level Hannah looked up again, and immediately regretted it. The perverted kinky old bitch was holding a phone in one hand, filming the younger woman's submission, while her other hand was occupied rubbing through her panties.

"mmm darling that was wonderful. Don't worry your little appraisal footage is just between us two, so long as you keep up your performance." Ms. Grayson winked at the girl. "Now close your eyes and open wide, I have a present for you."

Hannah obeyed, and felt the slimy digits of the woman enter her mouth, coated in the woman's arousal from her masturbation.

"Suck them clean Hannah, there's a good girl." Hannah blushed, her chest turning bright red at the new commands. Hannah began to mentally prepare herself for what was surely to come, as the woman removed her fingers, wiping them on the submissive girl's cheek.

Hannah went to close her mouth but was quickly chided "ah ah I didn't say to close your mouth silly, that wasn't your present. Eyes closed." Hannah obeyed.

The next thing she felt was the metal being forced into her mouth, and she let out a gargled gasp at the steel instrument now forcing her mouth open, as the ring gag was then secured around her head.

"mmm perfect, now sit on the bed while we finish getting you ready." Ms. Grayson helped Hannah to her feet, before placing her on the bed. The woman then walked to a wardrobe and pulled out a long length of rope, before returning and quickly going to work securing Hannah's hands behind her back and then roping up the girl's body, making a harness that secured the girl so her arms were useless and rope now dug into her exposed pussy, a knotted thread rubbing against her sex with every movement. Hannah let out a soft moan, which caused Ms. Grayson to smile.

"Wonderful, such an obedient little thing aren't you Hannah. I do look forward to seeing how much more enthusiasm you can bring to the team."

Hannah knew what that meant. This was not to be a one off. Could this woman just use her to get off and be done with it already?

As if reading her thoughts Ms. Grayson pushed the girl back off the bed, holding a length of the rope now secured to Hannah's body.

"Of course, I would be a terrible boss if I didn't ensure that anyone applying for a new role got the full approval of the clients she will be... serving." Ms. Grayson let the sentence hang in the air as Hannah's alcohol fuddled brain processed it and a look of fear swept over her. Surely... she couldn't be serious. Hannah was now beginning to panic, trying to think of a way out of this, but there was no reasoning while gagged. Sure she could kick up a fuss, but she knew that would just end in her unemployment, and now this woman had videos too. Hannah did nothing, as she was lead from the relative safety of the room she once feared the most entering, to the stairway, where she could now hear the group of 10 or so clients downstairs apparently still enjoying themselves even without the host.

Hannah was lead to the doorway of the lounge by Ms. Grayson who kept the girl just out of view, pushing a firm hand on the girls head until she knelt on the hard wood floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am glad to see you are enjoying the entertainment provided, but I must interrupt for a special announcement" Ms. Grayson seemed to revel in the dramatic, leaving a pause as eyes turned to her from whatever the entertainment inside had been.

"As you know" she continued, content she had the room's attention "my oh so compliant secretary is leaving at the end of the month to join our good friends at Reticule Harmonics" this was met by a chorus of playful boos and jeers.

"Not to worry though, I am sure Ms. Parker will be happy to arrange a few parties of her own for those who miss my dear juicy Lucy's company" with this Hannah recognised the voice of Ms. Parker, global CEO of Reticule Harmonics reply with "but of course" to which the group let out more cheers and applause. Juicy Lucy... is that what Ms. Grayson called her secretary Lucy Mears? Hannah was beginning to panic at what she might see in that room as her head began to put two and two together.

"Fortunately, I've managed to find a wonderful replacement... and I must say she's even dumber, more eager and sluttier than little Juicy down there. So please, give a very warm welcome to my new slave slut secretary, Ms. Hannah Robinson!"

Hannah's world was spinning as she felt the rope tug into her skin. As she hobbled into the room to stop from toppling over, the jeers seemed almost distant as her head felt dizzy. The sight of her boss' secretary Lucy Mears naked save a collar and leash, a toy buried in her bottom, as she serviced Steve Linton, Director of Linton Travel's throbbing cock with eagerness, not even turning to see Hannah enter, no doubt so well trained in her service from years of parties like this one.

Hannah felt Ms. Grayson's scarlet coated lips next to her ear and the whispered commands made her shake.

"See little slut, I found the perfect little role for you, as my secretary and fuck toy. You're going to keep our clients happy tonight, and then, if you do a good job you can keep me happy later. If you're a very lucky girl you'll come in tomorrow morning to see a new contract on your desk for your new role, replacing Lucy when she leaves next month. Who knows, if you manage to keep yourself from being fired I might just keep all your little secrets safe until I sell you on like I did with Lucy, understand?"

Hannah nodded, tears welling in her eyes as hands began to grope her and she fell down next to Lucy, looking up at the woman who she was about to replace, just as the girl coughed and spluttered, gagging on Mr. Linton's cock as he came. Lucy pulled back, trying to swallow as Mr. Linton laughed, watching poor Lucy cough, his cum dripping from her mouth as she gasped for air. A small puddle splattered on the floor next to Hannah's face. Before Hannah could react the bare foot of Ms. Grayson was on the back of her head. "Lick it up bitch, if my floorboards end up stained with dirty old man cum you can pay for the replacements.

By now probing fingers (Hannah wasn't sure who's) had found their way into the girls tight pussy, their sensual touches, combined with the humiliating position ignited something dark within Hannah, and even though it shamed her, she grew wet, much to the pleasure of the crowd now gathered around her.

"She's wet, the little slut is dripping" said someone behind her, as a thick rubber toy was pushed into her needy pussy. Hannah moaned, and stuck her tongue out to lick Ms. Grayson's floor clean of the sticky mess as camera phones flashed in her face.

Whatever it takes, Hannah. Whatever it takes.

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Whatever It Takes Part 3 - A new home

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Ms. Grayson kept Hannah on the boil for the rest of the Friday, using the remote control sex toy to tease the girl as she kept her in the private office doing humiliating chores for the woman. She instructed Lucy to ensure they were not disturbed, so Hannah remained almost naked as she licked shoes clean, gave foot rubs, licked envelopes and acted as a footrest for her wicked boss.

Hannah was in a daze. The humiliating defeat at the hands of her boss had almost totally broken her and she no longer gave up resistance. The toy buzzing inside her kept her wet and distracted, while a numbness of the situation washed over her, her mind reeling after signing over legal powers to this nasty woman.

Ms. Grayson spent the afternoon teasing Hannah, both physically with the toy, as well as verbally. "Oh Hannah", she would say, with a dramatic sigh, "just this time last week you were coming to my office to ask for a promotion, your career aspirations all layed out in front of you" she ran a foot along Hannah's dripping wet panty crotch as she said this. "Now look at you, a whole new career. Finally a job you deserve. We can celebrate tonight yes? A little private party once I've shown you your room and got you settled in. Just us two girlies having fun. Won't that be nice?"

Hannah let out a soft moan, Ms. Grayson ever so slightly increasing the toy's power as she asked the question. Tonight was what Hannah had been dreading most. This whole week had been building to this. Her new outfits, piercings, all of the old Hannah being tossed away. Her mind had tried to shut off the thoughts, that this woman was going to make her live under the same roof. There would be no getting away, no escape.

"Yes Mistress" Hannah finally replied, causing Ms. Grayson to curl her lips into a cruel smile again.

"Good girl, so obedient now, so pliant. And I hear Lucy is going to help by running a little yard sale this weekend to get rid of all your old junk? Her new boss, Ms. Parker gave her that suggestion, so kind isn't it? Have you thanked Lucy for helping you become my new fuck toy and keeping your weekend nice and free for me to settle you in?"

This woman had some nerve calling the majority of Hannah's possessions junk. Hannah had no surprises in hearing that other old pervert woman Ms. Parker had been involved in hastening Hannah's demise, not after the party last Friday anyway. "Yes Mistress I said thank you yesterday" she replied, before returning to licking the dirt off one of Ms. Grayson's sets of shoes.

"Oh no pet, that simply won't do. Let me call her in here and you can give a proper thank you." Ms. Grayson immediately picked up her phone and dialed the receptionist. "Lucy dear, please come in the office please." Was it just Hannah, or did Lucy seem to be getting treated nicer now Ms. Grayson had her cruel eyes set on new prey?

The door opened and in walked Lucy, a little nervous she stood in the middle of the room.

"Ahh Lucy, Hannah here was just telling me she hasn't given you a proper thank you for helping her?" Ms. Grayson eyed the young secretary expectantly.

"Umm... no... Mistress" Lucy agreed, although she had been fine with the thank you from Hannah previously, she knew better than to argue.

Ms. Grayson then ordered Hannah to lay down on her back in the centre of the room. She then had Lucy remove her underwear and 'reward incentive' and stand over her replacement secretary.

"Now Lucy, you get nice and comfy on Hannah's face, and Hannah you show Lucy how thankful you are of your new position. Lucy consider this your reward from me for 2 years of delicious service."

Ms. Grayson pulled out her phone and began recording as Lucy lowered herself onto Hannah.

Hannah watched as Lucy's pussy got closer and closer, before her whole world was engulfed in the girl's flesh, going dark as her face disappeared beneath her skirt. She felt Lucy's wetness on her chin as the girl begin to grind. Hannah brought out her tongue, and obediently began to lick.

"Ohhhh fuckkk" groaned Lucy, arching her back as Hannah's tongue found the sweet spot. Lucy never felt so turned on, she always had to do the licking usually, never once had Ms. Grayson ordered someone to lick her, and it felt magical.

Hannah could feel her colleague's increased arousal, as her mouth soon filled with pussy juice and she had to swallow to avoid any more mess. Ms. Grayson giggled and slipped her hand beneath her skirt to tease her own clit as she watched the girls on her floor, thankful of the relatively decent soundproofing of the room stopping Lucy's moans from being audible externally.

Hannah felt her head get hot and sweaty under the skirt, as her tongue began to tire finally Lucy let out a guttural moan as her orgasm took her, bucking hard on Hannah's face, using the poor girl's nose as much as her tongue to take her over the edge. Hannah felt her lipstick smear as her face was soaked in sweat and cum.

"Congratulations Lucy, I now release you from my service and into Ms. Parker's. I look forward to visiting next month." Lucy blushed, knowing all too well what client visits entailed and went to put the remote toy back in her pussy. "Oh no dear, please return that to my secretary for cleaning, you won't be needing it any more."

Lucy pulled her panties back up and looked down at Hannah, who was still laying on the floor catching her breath. A look of guilt swept across Lucy's face before she bent down and slowly lowered the gooey toy into Hannah's panting mouth.

Ms. Grayson laughed watching Hannah take the silicone egg in her mouth with surprise as Lucy strutted out of the office.

"Stay where you are Hannah, don't get up until you've cleaned her grimey little cunt juices off my property." Hannah let out a sigh and sucked and licked at the toy until she was certain it must be clean.

At around 4:30pm, some 2 hours later, Hannah was finally allowed to get dressed and exit Ms. Grayson's office. She helped Lucy who was busy packing up her own things ready for the move. Many colleagues came by to wish her the best of luck, while Hannah just got the odd funny look. By 6pm most of the office had emptied, and Hannah felt some relief, it had been a horrible week. That was until she remembered she wasn't going home tonight. Lucy went into Ms. Grayson's office one last time, and Hannah wondered what was being said to her as she waited outside, busying herself with menial tasks. Another hour passed before Lucy left, hair slightly disheveled and makeup smeared. She looked at Hannah and spoke softly.

"Good luck Hannah, if you give me your apartment key I'll sort everything for you back there. Just... do as she says and you'll be fine." Lucy wiped the tear trickling down Hannah's cheek, gave the girl a quick hug, picked up her purse and left.

Hannah had never felt more alone. She watched the remainder of the office empty out and soon it was gone 7pm. She was just wondering if maybe she struck lucky and the woman who held the key to her whole life had dropped dead in her private office, when a familiar feeling came back. Oh god, thought Hannah, as the silicone vibrator began to rumble inside her. That bitch. She's getting me wet... getting me ready for her. Hannah let out a moan and rolled her hips in her chair as her eyes began to glaze. Suddenly the door behind opened and out strutted Ms. Grayson in her large expensive fur coat. She looked at Hannah, who was still too distracted by the vibrations between her thighs to notice her tormentor standing there watching.

The vibrations suddenly stopped and Hannah flushed red on looking up behind her to see Ms. Grayson licking her lips. "Oh gosh... ahh.. sorry Ms. Grayson... I -" Hannah started before being quickly cut off.

"Oh shhh little slug, we both know you were busy sliming up your panties, now hurry up and grab your stuff, time to settle you in."

Hannah quickly grabbed her coat and purse, as well of the bag of remaining 'approved' items she had been allowed to take to her new home and hurried to catch up with Ms. Grayson. They arrived at her car, a modern white BMW that gleamed in the setting sun, kept spotlessly clean by the meticulous owner.

Hannah went to get in but was quickly stopped by her boss. "Ah ah ah, the seats are for people. I don't want you sliming up the place. Put your stuff on the back seat and follow me. Bring your collar."

Hannah grabbed her collar and then put her coat and bags on the back seat. She followed Ms. Grayson round to the back of the vehicle, where the woman popped the trunk, revealing an interior covered with a puffy baby pink blanket and frilly pillow. Hannah's jaw dropped. She wasn't expected to... surely not?

Ms. Grayson wasted no time taking the collar from Hannah's hand and slipping it round the girl's neck, locking it in place. Then she looked down at the girl expectantly.

"A little bimbo bed for a little bimbo girl. Hurry up and get in before anyone sees."

Hannah obliged, seeing no other choice (she was getting used to that unnervingly fast for her own mind), resting her head on the soft pillow she looked up at the woman with a glint of fear in her eyes.

"Don't worry slut, you can cream yourself all you like on this blanket, it's what it's here for." With that the door was slammed down, trapping Hannah in the darkness.

Moments passed, as Hannah waited for the purr of the engine to start. As it did, shortly after she felt the familiar vibration of the reward incentive in her pussy begin to work its magic, teasing her into squirming as the car pulled off to take her to a new home.

Hannah let out a gasp as the toy switched off just after the car pulled to a stop. The trunk was popped and Ms. Grayson watched the girl struggle to clamber out into what appeared to be the garage space of Ms. Grayson's home. Her head was giddy from the sensory deprivation of the dark back of the car. Ms. Grayson ordered Hannah to her knees, and attached a leash to her collar and gave it a tug.

Hannah was lead out of the garage through a door into the main house. She began to recognise her surroundings as she was lead past the lounge (a flashback in her mind replayed her moment licking cum from the wooden floor next to Lucy just one week ago) and into the main hallway, with the stairs looming above her. Hannah was trying to imagine the room she was being offered, maybe some guest bedroom upstairs? She hadn't seen any rooms on the ground floor that were a bedroom.

Ms. Grayson lead the girl toward the stairs, but instead of going up them stopped beside them. Then she pushed in a panel and a hidden hinge clicked open in the panel revealing what would usually be the utility space under the stairs. Hannah gulped. Oh no. Reluctantly she followed Ms. Grayson into the entrance of the small space.

As far as under stairs utility spaces go it was arguably quite spacious, but almost the entirety of the narrow floor space was taken up by a large cage with a padded top, smaller than a single bed in width and height. Thick metal bars ran along it on all sides, while the top was covered in a thick layer of padded red leather. Hannah blinked, this has to be a joke.

Hanging above the bed/cage was a metal rail from which Hannah's small selection of remaining clothes were hung, as well as a few additions she had never seen before - maid outfits, pvc and latex dresses, hoods and masks. Tucked away opposite the cage was a small cupboard, where Hannah assumed the rest of her clothing items, lingerie and shoes had been put.

"In you go then slut, make yourself at home." Ms. Grayson unclipped the leash and gave Hannah a firm swat on her ass. Hannah crawled into the space and began awkwardly clambering onto the padded leather bed above the cage.

"Oh no dimwit. Get down from there, into the cage bimbo, the bed isn't for your comfort, it's for your guests comfort when you entertain them." Ms. Grayson gripped Hannah's collar with her fingers and yanked her back forcefully, kicking open the cage door and pushing Hannah inside before shutting it. Hannah looked back at her as a dead bolt was slotted in, and a large padlock was clicked in place. Hannah whimpered.

"Now, Mistress is going to order herself some takeaway on your phone, I'll bring you any leftovers. You just take some time to explore your new home."

With this, Ms. Grayson giggled and walked away, closing the panel leaving Hannah in total darkness.

Hannah lost track of time, she felt claustrophobic and uncomfortable with the thin blanked she had been given. She tried to think, wondering if there was any way she could get out of this but gave up and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

Some time later she heard a loud bang and the panel swing open. "Oopsie" giggled Ms. Grayson, clearly not sober after likely enjoying some wine with her meal Hannah had paid for. The woman switched on a lamp and Hannah blinked to adjust her eyes as a box of half eaten rice and noodles was passed to her through the bars.

"Dinner time girly, but save some room for dessert." Ms. Grayson winked at Hannah. Hannah looked down at the messy contents of the box. Some of it looked like it had been chewed up and spat out, which was then confirmed. "Oh yeah those bits tasted disgusting, couldn't stomach it, but a nasty pig like you should love it."

Ms. Grayson crouched down and watched as Hannah tried to work out what to do. She was so hungry but the 'meal' was less than appetising. And there was no cutlery, how the fuck was she supposed to eat it with no cutlery.

Hannah went to scoop some rice in her hand when Ms. Grayson spoke out. "What do you think you are doing? Pigs don't use their hands do they? and where are your manners?" Ms. Grayson picked up the box, pulling it away from Hannah.

"No - please... sorry Mistress... thank you Mistress... please I'm sorry." Hannah felt herself begin to tear up.

Ms. Grayson again applied her fake soothing voice as she leaned forward to stroke Hannah's chin with her other hand.

"Aww it's OK Hanny, I know you're stupid, I should have remembered what a dumb bimbo you are and given clearer instructions shouldn't I?" Hannah hated being called Hanny, nobody called her that, it wasn't even a common nickname of Hannah, but she nodded and agreed, if for no other reason than because it kept Ms. Grayson talking softly to her, even if it was degrading.

"There there" continued Ms. Grayson, as she slowly rotated the wrist of the hand holding the box of food, "now, use that sloppy piggy mouth of yours and eat up every last bit of this food from the floor of your cage." Globs of rice and vegetables dropped onto the wooden floorboards by the cage door, forming a small pile before sauce dribbled over it. However unappetising it had looked in the box, it looked a whole lot less so now. Hannah closed her eyes as Ms. Grayson removed the box and leant her hand back in, gripping Hannah by her hair and pulling her face into the steaming pile of food. Guided by her new Mistress, Hannah felt the rice against her lips, opened her mouth and took some in. It wasn't as bad as it looked, except the spicy part that her Mistress had half chewed up and spat out. She quickly swallowed it, still being tugged by her hair to each remaining chunk of food. Then Hannah was ordered to stick her tongue out, while Ms. Grayson guided her across the floor like a mop, picking up stray grains of rice, noodle and sauce spots.

"Good girl" praised Ms. Grayson, satisfied with her victim's humiliation. "Now let's get you cleaned up, your obedience has me all wet and I want to play."

Ms. Grayson showed poor Hannah a little slither of decency, fetching a wet wipe to wipe the sticky food from Hannah's face. Then she opened the cage and lead Hannah out, on a leash and crawling of course, this time upstairs to Ms. Grayson's bedroom.

Hannah was ordered to strip but leave her hot pink heels (that matched her stupid ugly bimbo earrings) and lay face down on the bed. A matching hot pink ballgag was inserted, causing Hannah to grunt, before Ms. Grayson began tightly roping up Hannah until she was bound in a neat hogtie.

Ms. Grayson stood back to admire her work, feeling her pussy soak at the sight of Hannah wriggling. It was so hot she decided to add an incentive. "Oh Hanny, you look so cute squirming like that. Tell you what, if you can untie yourself and take out the ballgag and say the words 'please let me go' I will forget our whole little arrangement and give you that promotion you so desperately sought. You have until I cum."

Hannah didn't need telling twice. She pulled with all her might, she kicked and turned, flexing the rope as she did so. Hannah's eyes were closed, her concentration fully on her own chance to escape this mess. Ms. Grayson slowly, methodically undressed herself, never taking her eyes off the girl helplessly twitching on her bed. She took her time to get completely naked before grabbing her favourite vibrator and seductively positioning herself on the bed so that with her legs spread, Hannah's writhing body was mere inches from her glistening sex. Ms. Grayson let out a satisfied sigh as she sunk her rabbit vibrator inside herself, feeling the ears tickle her clit as inches away a completely unaware Hannah thrashed wildly, grunting and whimpering in her gag.

Hannah only realised that her boss' pussy was inches from her face when the woman began approaching her orgasm. Oh god, she's getting off to my helplessness thought Hannah, who doubled her efforts. Her wrists were sore from the abrasion of the rope as she pushed and pulled and twisted the knots to try and make them give, but smelling her Mistress' arousal distracted her, she felt her own pussy moisten as she realised how hopeless it was, how foolish it was to try. She stopped squirming and just watched as Ms. Grayson's breaths shortened as the woman got closer and closer to orgasm.

Ms. Grayson was close, as much as she got off to the sight of her victim squirming she didn't realise how deliciously hot it would be when the girl stopped. The evil woman looked down at the pretty blonde bimbo between her thighs as the girl's body went limp, exhausted, broken, unable to escape.

"Oh yes, mmm that's right you dumb little bimbo.... you know it don't you?" she panted, as Hannah let out a grunt from behind her pink gag. "Oh fuck yes, you're mine, giving up... mmm... giving up that hot little body... do you submit?" Ms. Grayson didn't want to stop but she held off fucking herself for a moment, watching the sad eyes of Hannah for a response.

Hannah closed her eyes, blinking back a tear, then looked at her new Mistress and slowly nodded.

"Mmm fuck yes... you're mine... forever... oh yes ahhhhh" Ms. Grayson felt the orgasm rip through her, curling her toes, she arched her back and let out a keel as she watched a single tear roll down Hannah's cheek. THen she closed her eyes as the electric sensation sent tingles from her brain, through her nipples down to her pussy, causing her to squirt. Soon Hannah's tears were unrecognisable from her Mistress' wet juices now dripping down her face as she sobbed.

Hannah was broken, and ripe for Ms. Grayson to mold into her perfect pleasure puppet.

(via steffitjxxx)

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