by Cress, Rynna
“I nearly forgot,” she muttered, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down over her hips.
She slowly, gingerly pulled the plug out of her ass, then held it before her face for a few moments, inspecting it. “Here slut,” she said, moving to face Janelle and sliding it into her mouth. “Clean it.”
To Lacy’s complete astonishment, Janelle offered no resistance, and instead, lovingly sucked at the plug, fresh from Vanessa’s ass.
Lacy would have given anything to ask what the fuck was going on, but she was still under strict orders not to speak, and even in such bizarre, disorienting circumstances, her submissive resolve remained.
Vanessa turned to her, as if reading her thoughts. “I suppose you want to know what’s going on, don’t you?”
Lacy nodded weakly.
“First off,” Vanessa said, stepping towards her and standing over her, “I think that I ought to re-introduce myself. You know me as Vanessa Sullivan, but that isn’t completely accurate.”
She held her hand out, a devious smile on her face.
“My actual name is Vanessa Moss,” she said, reaching down and taking Lacy’s hand, shaking it.
Lacy’s eyes widened even further. Moss? As in Kendrick & Moss?
Vanessa grinned, reading the girl’s face.
“Janelle and I started this firm several years back,” she said. “But I decided to hide my identity and pose as Janelle’s assistant. I did this so that I could stay in close contact with my slave at all times without arousing suspicion.”
Lacy opened her mouth to speak, but stopped herself.
“That’s right, Lacy,” Vanessa said coolly. “Janelle is my slave.”
Lacy turned her gaze to Janelle, still submissively spread out across the desk, her face turned back towards her. The two of them locked eyes, and Janelle, the plug still filling her mouth, flashed her a faint smile.
“God, I bet it’s just killing you not to speak right now, isn’t it?” Vanessa said through a chuckle. Lacy turned her gaze back up to her, nodding.
“Such a good girl,” Vanessa said, taking hold of Lacy’s face. “Janelle was absolutely right about you. A perfectly obedient painslut. The perfect slave. She had you pegged from your very first day on the job, do you know that?”
Lacy’s head was spinning, struggling to comprehend the implications of what Vanessa was telling her. She gazed up into Vanessa’s green eyes, as if seeing her for the first time.
“She wanted a slave of her own, you see.” Vanessa explained. “She wanted you. And, eventually, when I thought she was ready, I gave her my permission to pursue you. But I knew that it wouldn’t be simple. You needed to be seduced. You needed to be broken. And you needed someone to show you how to submit. And so I posed as Janelle’s slave, a relatable sister-figure for you, someone you could learn from and emulate. I unlocked your innermost desires: your attraction to women, your need to submit, your hunger for pain… all of it. And now look at you. Look how far you’ve come in just a few days. You’re everything she’d hoped you would be.”
Vanessa moved back to Janelle, gently pulling the plug from her mouth. “You were wonderful these last few days, Janelle,” she said. “I’m very proud of you.”
“Thank you, Vanessa,” she answered.
“It’s good to be back in charge though,” Vanessa muttered. “I don’t know how you switches do it.”
She zipped her pants back up, starting out of the office. “Go ahead and re-orient yourself with your slave,” she commanded. “She’s going to need some time to process everything, but when she does, we’ll resume training her immediately.”
“Yes, Vanessa.”
Vanessa stopped in the doorway, turning back towards Janelle.
“Oh, and be sure and fire Hector if his tone is too impertinent. He’s a much less valuable broker than he thinks he is.”
“Yes, Vanessa.”
She exited, stepping past a still-stunned Lacy. Janelle slowly rose from her desk, pulling her panties up and straightening her skirt back down in place. She turned to Lacy, moving to her and kneeling in front of her, holding the girl’s face in her hands.
“You still belong to me,” Janelle said sternly. “Nothing changes. We just both belong to her.”
Lacy just stared blankly back at her Mistress, trying to reconcile what she had just heard with everything she knew about the woman.
“You may speak, Lacy,” Janelle said. “I want you to tell me that you understand, that you’re going to be able to move forward.”
Lacy remained silent, her thoughts, let alone her words, failing her.
“Lacy…” Janelle said, sighing. “I know this is confusing. But I am still your Mistress. You are still my slave.”
Tears began to form in the overwhelmed girl’s eyes. She knew that what Janelle was saying was true… but it was just so much to process. Everything had changed. She looked down to the floor, ashamed of her tears, wishing it weren’t so difficult for her, not understanding why it wasn’t as simple as Janelle was trying to make it sound.
“Lacy, look at me.”
Lacy lifted her head, her gaze finding its way back to Janelle’s ice-blue eyes.
“Lacy… I love you.”
A single tear ran down Lacy’s face at the sound of it.
“Lacy…”
Lacy leaned in, kissing her Mistress, a hard, passionate, grateful kiss.
I love you… It was all the simplicity Lacy needed.
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E P I L O G U E
ONE YEAR LATER
“Miss Donnelly will see you now,”
Lacy watched with calm, calculating eyes as Vanessa showed Fiona, the mousy young receptionist, into her office. The girl was plain but pretty, with long brown hair, a pale complexion, and youthful freckles across her nose. She had always come across as somewhat timid, and Lacy wondered if the girl found her intimidating. But still, she had a subtle strength to her, an inner force that seemed to will her to keep her cool and handle pressure. Lacy admired that.
“Thanks so much for seeing me, Ma’am,” Fiona said as she took a seat in front of Lacy’s desk. “I know that your time is valuable.”
“Yes, Fiona, it is,” Lacy replied. “But first off, please – call me Lacy. I don’t think ‘Ma’am’ quite suits me.”
“All right then… Lacy.”
Lacy smiled pleasantly at her. “So what was it that you wanted, Fiona?”
“Well…” she began, her shaky voice betraying her nerves. “Vanessa told me that you were once the receptionist, too, and that you worked your way up to junior partner within six months…”
Lacy eyed the girl, curious. “Yes, I did.”
Fiona paused, awkwardly, before shaking her head and continuing, “Right. Uh… anyway, I was just wondering if you might be willing to share any advice with me about how I might be able to advance within the company. Vanessa said you’d be a good person for me to talk to…”
“Did she?” Lacy asked, arching an eyebrow.
Fiona nodded sheepishly. “I mean, you’re kind of, like, my hero – going from the front desk to the back offices so quickly… How did you even do it?”
Lacy stifled a laugh.
“Well, for starters, I was very lucky,” Lacy said. “I had some incredible… training. I spent months learning the job firsthand from one of the best…”
“You mean Miss Kendrick?” Fiona asked. Lacy nodded.
“That’s right. She… saw something in me, I guess you could say.”
Fiona smiled excitedly. “That’s so cool,” she said, before quickly stiffening up slightly and correcting herself, “I mean, that must have been an exciting time…”
“It was,” Lacy said. “And I still learn from Janelle every day. She’s a wonderful teacher. That’s really the key to success here, you know – you have to be willing to learn.”
Fiona nodded eagerly, basking in Lacy’s wisdom.
“Tell me Fiona,” Lacy said, leaning forward in h
er chair. “Are you willing to learn?”
“Yes, of course…” Fiona answered, almost breathlessly.
“And you’re good at following instructions?”
“Yes, Ma’am… I mean, Lacy…”
Lacy smiled at the anxious girl.
“You know, I didn’t seek out my first promotion,” she said finally. “It sort of, came to me.”
“Oh…” Fiona said.
“But I respect you for coming in here and letting me know that you have ambitions,” Lacy said. “You intrigue me.”
“Thank you…”
“I will talk to Janelle – to Miss Kendrick,” Lacy said. “Perhaps there might be some room for you to… grow with us.”
Fiona lit up at the words. “Oh, thank you so much Ma’am. I’d seriously do anything for that to happen.”
Lacy smiled mysteriously to herself at the thought of that.
“You’re welcome Fiona,” Lacy said, shaking the girl’s hand as she stood up to exit. “And please…
“…call me Lacy.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rynna Cress is a writer and activist living in Dayton, Ohio. When not holed up at home writing out her dark, erotic fantasies, she enjoys spending time outdoors with her beloved dogs, Ernie and Stella.
She welcomes all questions, comments, and feedback regarding her work at [email protected], and humbly encourages anyone who enjoyed this story to help support her by posting their review on the book’s website. Thanks for reading!
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