Two to Serve

by Jennifer Campbell

  David broke in, confirming, but harassing. “Oh, we’ll be there, be sure of that, but don’t you get too involved with playing boss lady, bitch.”

  Glen knelt in front of me and touched my face. “Don’t worry. Fear and panic are your worst enemies in this, and despite how David makes it appear, we have never failed to return a Mansion slave from her work assignment. Isn’t that right, David?”

  Grudgingly, Red confirmed, the disappointment palpable in his voice.

  “Okay, last instructions. When the limo stops, I release your cuffs. You button up and take the purse by the door. It contains personal items, five hundred dollars cash, and one credit card, should you need it. Neither the money nor the credit card is yours, as The Mansion pays for anything you purchase while you are a slave. But the catch is you can bring nothing back to The Mansion with you, so bear that in mind. Once you have the purse, exit the limo and enjoy your work day, but be at the exact spot we leave you at three when the limo returns. At 3:10 pm the collar will snap shut, and if you’re not in it, well, you know the result of that.”

  Turning around, Glen took something out of a cabinet drawer, and when he whirled around to face me again I saw it was a jeweled Rolex. “I’m going to put this on your wrist right now. It’s synchronized with your collar so you’ll know exactly where you stand in relation to the collar closing.”

  Glen barely had time to get the watch on my wrist before the limo stopped and he slipped the cuffs off me. Buttoning up my blouse, my fingers trembled in much the same way as they had that night at the Bondage Pit when I had slowly taken of my clothes before a roomful of eyes. This whole journey had begun when I had revealed my body and my submissive nature to my Master, and now all that was in jeopardy. Is this job so important to me that I actually want to risk getting out, and perhaps losing my life of servitude and never seeing Gail again? Having ten minutes to exit, I grabbed the purse and croaked out a question. “Can I say the hell with the job and ask you to take me back to The Mansion?”

  “Yes, you may, but you forfeit the contracted right to work if you do.”

  Christ, am I actually considering that, abandoning Donna and my career without even an ending, a good-bye. My dominant side swelled forward, not willing to let that happen. No way. I am Jennifer Campbell, and I will work and still make this silly 3 pm deadline.

  My submissive self yielded up control, and dominant Jennifer took it gladly, calming the trembling and easing my fears. As I reached for the door, I took a look at the silver band with the multihued lights that sat open on the seat beside David. I’ll be back, count on it.

  Opening the limo door, I exited into the warm wind of Federal Street, the familiar sounds of the city surrounding me again. Moving onto the curb and seeing my building, I turned to behold David slam the door shut and the limo lurch into city traffic. Alone now, at least part of me felt like a frightened, little girl, but thankfully, the other part took over now, for it was home.

  Two to Serve

  Chapter 9: Donna Feels My Pain

  It all seemed so strangely unfamiliar, as I went to the first-floor ladies room to pee but felt uncomfortable closing the stall door and urinating with absolutely no one watching, either in person or on camera.

  Taking the elevator up to our office, I got to the glass partitions that surrounded Donna’s outer office, and I stopped to stand and watch her from a concealed corner of the lobby. It was so good to see her again, those doe-like blue eyes and long golden hair. Just watching her type away at her computer brought some of my strength back. Feeling some of the Mistress Jen ooze back inside me, I thought perhaps I can still handle my role in her life.

  The smile on Donna’s face when I finally entered the outer office was so important to me. Glad to see me, her grin confirmed I was still her Mistress, and I meant everything to her.

  Unable to control her enthusiasm to know how my Mansion weekend had gone, she let her excitement bubble out of her. “Oh, Mistress, you look wonderful, The Mansion must suit you. Please tell your slave of all the delights of submission you have felt.” Giving me a impish face, she continued. “I’ve been good, and done what you asked of me.”

  “Yes, Donna, you will hear the whole story, but first I need you to cancel and reschedule all my appointments after 1 pm, as I will no longer be here after three. Mansion contract rules, I’m afraid. I know it will curtail our play, but I have no choice.”

  Dutifully, Donna flipped her computer screen to my schedule and began to scan it.

  “Jason Tremain, today at four, Phillip Davis Wednesday at three, Holly Wells Thursday at three, nothing on Friday. Reschedule them all?’ I nodded, and she picked up the phone.

  “Master Keefe drives a hard bargain in a slave contract, Donna. Come into my office once you’ve finished the rescheduling. We have so much to discuss.”

  Those azure eyes got big, and I could tell she was getting hot just thinking about what I had experienced. Yet, I was very curious to know how her assignment had gone. What sex had she picked to be her future top?

  When Donna’s knock finally came, I realized I had done nothing in the twenty minutes I had been sitting at my desk. Just last week I would have organized things, written a plan of action for myself in my day planner, made a list of important goals for the week, at least something. I had simply sat there, daydreaming about The Mansion, with absolutely no desire to focus on work. Gail is right, my desire is waning, and I must do what I need to do soon, or not do it at all.

  When Donna entered, she behaved perfectly as I had come to expect of her. Locking the door behind her, she knelt in front of my desk, spread her knees wide, and lifted up her mid-thigh-length black skirt to reveal her shaven pussy with its ringed clit..

  A twinge of raw lust ran through me, as my immediate thought was to get down on all fours myself and eat her offered gash. Wanting to touch her body, I found my thought involved having sex with her rather than dominating. Desiring to drop to the floor and probe her holes, I reined in my instincts in favor of telling her the story of my weekend at The Mansion.

  “All the appointments rescheduled?”

  “Yes, Mistress. May your slave feel your touch? It has been a long weekend without your sweet kiss of pain.” Looking up, she showed me in her expectant eyes how much she had missed my discipline.

  Not thinking in terms of forcing submission out of her, I realized I must have strength, dominant strength, for her. Afraid the person Donna sought was lost somewhere deep inside The Mansion slave I had become, I tried to put on a convincing show of authority.

  Standing up, I walked over to her, slowly so she could anticipate what I might do to her. Fondling first her flaxen hair and then the black felt choker around her slim neck, I let inspiration grab me. Reaching down her back under her blue rayon blouse, I seized the dangling key to the choker. In one fluid motion, I unlocked the black felt and let it fall to the ground between my assistant’s spread knees.

  Donna’s eyes looked down at the choker, as if she had lost something crucial to her very being. When her eyes turned to meet mine, they were already welling up with tears. When she spoke, the pure desperation in her voice mirrored my feelings as I left the limo.

  “Have I done something to displease you, Mistress, to make me unworthy to wear your collar and be your devoted slave?” Breaking into a sob, she had almost completely fallen apart in seconds from my play acting out my own experience.

  “What if I did take it from you, slave, and not just release it? What if you had to rely on a series of random factors to get it back?” I don’t want to push too far, just make her realize what I feel.

  “I don’t . . . sniff . . . know, Mistress. If I wasn’t worthy to serve you . . .” Her words trailed off as if she couldn’t contemplate the results.

  That’s enough; bring her back.

  “And you shouldn’t have to think about it, because you serve me well.” Scooping up the choker, I reattached it were Donna needed to feel it, and I raised her up.
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  “I have a collar at The Mansion, Donna, but right now I am without it, and that frightens me. I just wanted to give you the feeling of losing your submission. Sit down, and let me start at the beginning.”

  It took over an hour to relate it all from my taking to the limo ride, and I could tell Donna was riveted the whole time. Hanging on every word and asking insightful questions. I could see being a Mansion slave was in Donna’s future.

  As if emptying my submissive mind allowed my dominant mind to occupy me, I concocted a little task for Donna while I spoke. When I finished, I reached under Donna’s skirt to slip two fingers into her cleft. Hearing her moan at my sudden taking of her slit, I felt the copious moisture my story had engendered. “You’re wet, slave, soaking. Do you desperately need relief?”

  Bowing her head, she spoke as I expected. “Yes, Mistress, in the worst way.”

  “Then you shall have it, but in the manner your Mistress commands. Leave the office and go upstairs to Patterson & Kline. Introduce yourself to the receptionist, Gwen, telling her you’re Mistress Jen’s slave. Remembering Gwen’s sweet pussy, and how I had eaten her out several times as one of the eight sexual encounters I was required to create for my trails. Tell Gwen I ask that she return the favor I did her, on you. She’ll understand, and after she returns the favor, she is free to do as she pleases with you. Can you execute those instructions?”

  “Yes, Mistress, I obey you always. May I go right away?”

  “Well, in a minute, after I prepare you properly. Spread your legs and push your pussy to the edge of the chair.”

  Donna obeyed instantly, a sly smile of arousal on her face.

  Getting up from behind my desk, I moved around it and knelt in front of her exposed hole.

  “I don’t think your quite as on edge as I desire, considering you’ve had no pain all weekend. This will fix it.”

  Spending at least five minutes flicking Donna’s tiny-barbed clit ring, I could tell from her moans and sharp intakes of breath that the sweet agony was fueling her to a level of uncontrollable lust. When I finally let her leave the office, she was a sexual bomb, ticking fast and waiting to explode on Gwen. I almost wish I could watch them, but I have work to do.

  Donna stood, bowed to me, smoothed down her skirt, and I bid her adieu. “Have fun and enjoy. When you return, I want to see your photos of the weekend.”

  “Certainly, Mistress.”

  Wanting to spend the time Donna was gone productively, I called Brianna into my office and loaded her down with most of my work. Like the ambitious brown nose she was, Bri took the new assignments in stride, sure she was on the fast track to promotion. Perhaps she was, for I was losing interest in anything not related to my submission. However, when I started assigning her to review security procedures, she questioned me.

  “Jennifer, this is most unusual. I’ve worked in this office seven years, and I’ve never seen a sales manager review security procedures. What is this all about?”

  Deciding this was the place for a strategic lie, I motioned her toward me, like I had some big secret to share with her. “There’s a big promotion in the wind for me. It looks like I’ll be moving to Michigan to take the executive VP post, as the company’s finally had enough of Shirley. This is all hush-hush, but I’ve been told to prepare someone to be VP of eastern operations, and you’re the only one near qualified.”

  Bri ate it up, basking in the presumptive glory of a promotion she might never get. She’ll work like a dog, carrying my workload and hers for as long as I can keep her believing the story, which will give me a chance to train and talk up Donna to the main office.

  “Well, thank you, Jen, for recognizing my abilities. Do you want me to take over now, so you can prepare for you new duties?”

  What an eager beaver, but no Bri, I don’t. “That won’t be necessary, take what I gave you, and we’ll transition slowly, as there is still time.”

  “With this news, I’m so very curious. Can you tell me, Jen, how much you make?”

  The obvious question, she’ll probably buy a new car before she even gets the job.

  “92K, is the base, plus bonuses.”

  With glazed-over eyes, Brianna got up and left my office. Satisfied that I now had a brown-nosed, work bitch to run ragged for a month or perhaps more, I imagined her shock if I could pull off convincing the board that Donna was the right choice. Inside I smiled, as I still had it. I’m still a business bitch.

  Two to Serve

  Chapter 10: Message from Gwen

  Donna returned, and as she entered the office with her pictures, I noticed a tenting in her skirt as it covered her ass. Seemingly subdued, she was almost glassy-eyed, and as she spoke, I could tell she was still feeling the glow of her orgasms at Gwen’s hands. What has Gwen done to my bitch slave?

  “Mistress, I have a message from Gwen for you.”

  “And what does Gwen want me to know?” I inquired, expecting a verbal message.

  “I have no idea. The message is in my slave cunt.” Donna nearly moaned out the words, and I realized she was enjoying whatever Gwen had thrust up her pussy.

  “Strip off, slave, and bend over so I can extract my message.” As Donna removed her clothes, and bent forward, spreading her legs so her anus and slit were nicely exposed, I marveled at what Gwen had apparently stuffed up her rose hole.

  A big, fat, sharpie marker protruded point out, with the cap off, from her anus. Thankfully, both Donna’s skirt and the marker were jet black, and so her skirt was not ruined. However, I mused about what Gwen might have had Donna do with the sharpie sticking out of her bottom. Fetching a tissue from my desk, I eased the fat sharpie out of Donna’s tight anus, bringing a groan from her.

  “You say the message is in your slut hole. I don’t see anything protruding.”

  “It’s in there, Mistress. Please believe me, I feel it. Never felt anything so good, Mistress. Thank you so much for sending me to Mistress Gwen.”

  Mistress Gwen, I mused. Did the wild child receptionist now fancy herself a Mistress? Should that be true, it presents all sorts of intriguing possibilities.

  Reaching down, I ran my fingers over Donna’s smooth pussy, pushing an exploratory finger into her cleft. Yes, there was indeed something inside my slave. The object was hard, smooth, and large enough to fill her snugly.

  Trying to get a second finger around the object proved futile, as the size, smoothness, and my slave’s copious wetness made it nearly impossible to grasp.

  “Contract your pussy muscles immediately, slave, and push the object out toward my fingers.” Feeling Donna’s intimate muscles respond, I managed to wriggle a finger behind the object, as Donna came close to orgasm from my efforts. Finally managing to get the finger behind it, I clawed it out of her wet hole, as Donna mewed, as if she were disappointed at her now-empty cunt.

  The object she had carried so intimately hidden was strange to my eye. A bright orange, oval cylinder made of hard plastic with a crease at the middle, where apparently the two halves could be pulled apart.

  “What is this, Donna? Where did Gwen get it?”

  “From the kid’s candy machine, at the end of her hall, near the child-care center. She bought it from the machine, ate the candy, wrote a message for you inside, and then forced it inside me in her supply room. I’ve never been more excited in my life. She ate me out twice, but I climaxed again when she jammed it into me, and then again as I walked back down the stairs feeling so deliciously stuffed.”

  As soon as she said it, I recognized the object, one of those funny plastic containers, holding candy and/or prizes, in one of those machines you put a quarter in and turn the crank. Satisfied with what it was, I popped it open, and a neatly folded piece of paper fell out.

  Hi Jen, good to hear from you. What a beautiful slave, with such squeezable-soft, natural breasts. I loved playing with her, as she looks like an angel, but comes like a devil. How do you keep her so submissive? She seemed to be worried all the time about ple
asing you.

  I hope I did okay with the Mistress thing, as it’s my first time playing from that side. I play sex games often, but I am almost always the slave. Love to be your slave sometime and get a chance to tongue your sweet cunt. Maybe I could play with you and Donna, if it’s not an imposition. However, if you want me to explore this Mistress role, feel free to send your bitch around again. I think I can be mean to her like she seems to want.

  Sweet tongue love

  Gwen

  P.S. Check out the wall in the second stall of the ladies room on my floor. I had the bitch write something with her bottom, and I think you will appreciate the sentiment. Building maintenance is thorough, so it may be gone by tomorrow.

  Feeling a little sorry that there might be no opportunity for the three of us to get together to play, because of my commitment to The Mansion, I knew I would enjoy playing with both Gwen and Donna. There’s another reason this is good though. If I leave the job, and Donna isn’t ready to come to The Mansion, perhaps Gwen can be her Mistress.

  Emotion flooded over me at the thought of never seeing Donna again. That can’t happen. I must convince, cajole, or persuade Donna to follow in my footsteps. Very little is as important as that, for in some way, we are destined to be together.

  Seizing my flaxen-haired bitch by her tresses, I pulled her erect, taking in the delight of her pert breasts and shaven, ringed pussy. Taking the key dangling on her back, I opened the lock on her stretch choker and tightened the material noticeably, letting her feel the new constrictions of her slavery. My message is simple, Donna. I’m going to ramp up your training, as you must be ready soon to serve my Master or run this office.

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  Glancing at my Mansion Rolex, I saw it read quarter to two, so I decided to spend the rest of my brief workday checking out that bathroom stall Gwen had asked me to see. I had a good idea of what I would find there. There was plenty of time for an investigatory trip to the ladies room, and then a leisurely walk down to street level to await the limo and not be late. Leaving my inner office, I dispensed instructions to my slave-assistant.