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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Part 12

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O-2000 --  Part 12  (Ff, Rom, Hum, S&M, bond)
By "SafeWord"

Dedicated to:	Deirdre, Who could say more in fewer 
words than I'll ever manage:
                 to:	Lenny Bruce for his courage
                 to:	"O"

O-2000 : Passion's Slave : Episode IX: : Your bird can 
sing (ver by Be.)
:Step, Step (ver by S&P)
:Don't  (ver by E)

"Give me that man. That is not passion's slave." 
"Hamlet" A.III SII 77


After my shower I wandered into my bedroom and removed 
my rings. I slipped on a pair of jeans, a top and went 
out and tidied up the apartment. 

The women's business card was lying by our phone. Her 
name unrecognized by me. I decided to see if the rest 
of the world knew much about her.

So I booted my computer to life and went on the prowl.

A couple of Internet search engines turned up nothing 
on her name so I searched for information on the 
company listed on the card. Her card had no job title 
but I figured, if I could get a handle on what the firm 
she worked for did. I could make some assumptions as to 
what she what she worked at and stuff.  I assumed she 
was in the interior decoration field like Tracy and 
Laurie.

Wrong! The information pouring on my computer revealed 
that the corporation was a globally diversified major 
corporation heading up a dozen listed smaller corporate 
subdivisions. Their website index showed corporate 
components in many industries but mostly related to or 
in the automotive and aerospace technology sphere. 

I searched for corporate offices located in Mass, but 
turned up none. 

Then I took a look at the last shareholders report and 
her name popped up on the top of the report's first 
page. 

Under the title "Chairman of the Board's, Yeary Address 
to Shareholders." 

OH! Shit! I had spent the afternoon with the CEO and 
Chairman of the Board of one pretty big outfit. 

No wonder she didn't have any trouble with controlling 
people she had about three thousand people at her beck 
and call! 

The stupid search engine's had not found her name 
because her first name on the business card had a 
French spelling, personal preference, I guess. A search 
using the American version of her name, gave me three 
hits to her "who's who profile". 

The information on her though was fairly sparse. The 
Corporations she headed up, her age (29), never 
married. Where she went to university, Harvard. Then, 
her father's name with a jump to his extensive bio and 
another jump from him to his father!  She was the 
favourite daughter of a big time, old money family who 
had been in the transportation field a long time. The 
family history on public record going back to a great, 
great grandfather, something or other, who as a 
privateer captured three British merchantmen during the 
War of 1812 and started the family fortune. Wow! 

The lady had money, and was sole heir to really big 
money! 

She had, as far as I could tell, taken over the family 
corporation, still sixty percent family owned, from her 
father, five years before. She had been busy moving the 
Corporation from being solely based in the automotive 
sector into satellites, computers, communication and 
private space initiatives. Her Corporation was devoting 
over twenty percent of their profits back into 
research.

Something that should have made the minority 
shareholders holler, but the dividends she was paying 
on her highly valued publicly offered stocks, were in 
the DOW top ten for three of the five years that she 
had been running the family firm. All the while she was 
maintaining an aggressive expansion policy into the Far 
East, taking advantage of the opening markets and the 
Far East stock markets troubles there. One article 
talked about a possible acquisition of Bony Corp!

One super bright lady or dam good advisors. I set my 
puter to monitor anything; she, her family or her 
corporations did that made the news. Then put it work 
to digging up and archiving every article on the net 
about them for the last five years. 
Next time I met her. I would know who she was, maybe 
better than anyone.

What I didn't know was that she was using the power of 
her corporations to do the same, on me. 

But I learned that, much later.

Tracy and Laurie got home late. Both were tired and 
worn out also, little ticked off about such an 
obstinate client, who still hadn't made up her mind on 
the fabrics. We ordered in a pizza and sat around 
talking. I listened to them complaining with half an 
ear. 

My mind drifting to the afternoon's events, wondering 
what my puter was finding, wondering where she was now. 
My head snapping back to reality when I realized I was 
fixating on a casual encounter, another service in the 
night event, do it, enjoy doing it, no names, no faces. 
But this time I had a solid image of her face fixed in 
my head, smiling at me, directing me. 

"Hey, wake up, what's got into you? Do you want some 
more of this before I put it away?" 

Tracy was standing by the fridge, holding the remains 
of the pizza and looking quizzically at me.

I smiled at her "Oh! No had enough, I was thinking of 
your friend J," moving the conversation into other 
fields of interest.

"Oh, did you talk to her?  I owe her one big apology, I 
hope you made her feel Welcome?'

"Yea, no problem, we hit it off pretty good, had a 
great time yakking and stuff, till she had to leave." I 
just couldn't resist my secret pun.  She said, "You're 
going to have lunch together, tomorrow?" I asked.

"Well! Going to try anyway, gotta set it up, why?'

"Oh nothing, she's interesting that's all, where'd you 
meet, her?"

"Oh she's taking a couple of classes with me for her 
job or something?"

I left it at that, Tracy obviously didn't have a clue 
who J really was and Laurie was paying us no never mind 
so she either didn't know J or had no gossip worth 
passing on. I begged off from them with mythical 
homework to do and went in my room to see what my busy 
machine had turned up.

Not much, lots of the stuff the search engines had 
pulled up dealt with info the stock advise peddlers 
were trying to sell. 

I grabbed a couple of hacker utilities from my kit and 
worked my way into two of the better-known names to see 
if anything was interesting. But it was mostly stuff 
that you could find in the public info fields anyway 
and I wasn't interested in opinions. 

Her research labs had a made a couple of press releases 
on research breakthroughs and the one on computers 
caught my interest. So I slide down into their 
corporate labs website snooping around. I had one tough 
time for about an hour until one of my utilities broke 
behind the Navaho server software and I was sitting 
facing a dam ASS-AP logon screen that ticked me right 
off! I hated to have to start picking away at that 
German piece of overpriced crap. At Least Rip-off wrote 
code in English. 

I ran about thirty of the more common tech support 
backdoor passwords logons before I was in. But that 
password wasn't high enough in access level to get me 
into the lab reports. Frustrated I backed out and took 
a look at the server setup info. I got lucky. Some high 
priced upper level system administrator was making a 
few bucks using the unused space and time on two of the 
lab's servers to host about seven look alike porn 
sites. The sites all had different names but used the 
same picture database, all of which, showed a lot of 
hits! Some horny idiots will pay for anything! What a 
rip.

The idiot also used the same passwords on the Navaho 
admin for his ASS-AP access. So. I was in, everywhere.

I looked at some really cool tech reports on chip 
miniaturization and some stuff on how the researchers 
were messing with a field effect that looked like 
something was faster than the speed of light and they 
were trying to break that barrier that was causing 
problems with processor speed development. And a whole 
bunch of other stuff that lost me! Cool stuff!

But, it was getting late by then so I backed off and 
out. On my way out. I covered my tracks by toasting the 
automatic access log database. Then, I pulled some 
nasties and redirected the porn king wanna be's site 
links to a Salt Besney site to mess him up and give him 
something else to worry about. I had downloaded 
everything I had seen. If I ever ended up in court that 
thieving porn clown was gonna roast with me, anyway. 
Talk about corporate embarrassment. I went to bed.

When I got home from school the next day Tracy was home 
already. She was sitting at the kitchen table when I 
came in and looked like she was gonna run, when she saw 
me, but she sat there and watched me as I put my school 
stuff on the table. 

She had been crying, a lot! At least it looked like 
that, from the state her eyes were in. She just looked 
at me and me and held open her hand. It held my tags.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't know you still felt that 
way about this, " and she started balling again, her 
head down on the table so I went to her and cuddled 
her.

She kept saying how she was so sorry about what had 
happened to me with Cindy and how it was all her fault 
getting me into that mess and that although she had 
fixed that bitch's little wagon, and took me with her 
to protect me. She still felt guilty.  How.  She had 
stayed away from me and anything to do with that stuff 
and how she loved me as a sister and more but now that 
her and Laurie were together. She just hadn't noticed I 
was unhappy.  How. She didn't have any idea that I 
still thought I was her slave, until this afternoon 
when J had told her, how I felt and how she just didn't 
know what to do.

I did, I said "Tracy, I still love you but!" I took the 
tags from her hand, then, placed them back into her 
open hand.

"These are yours, I won't be wearing them anymore. I'm 
OK with that, now, Talking to J helped me, Lots!

Now give me a kiss. Sister!  and lets forget about 
this!  Ok?"

She looked like she wanted to say more but, Laurie came 
in then, I wanted to kiss her, myself, for her timing.




So I was a free agent, literally, both emotionally and 
physically. I belonged to no one that was a touch 
unsettling but, kind of exciting also. I still loved 
Tracy but I considered that a done deal between us. 
There was J to think of, I owed her one, but Hell she 
had, had her fun with me, I had enjoyed it also.  I 
wasn't fooling myself trying to pretend I hadn't, but I 
didn't love her. 

She had so much money; she could afford a stable full 
of girls to amuse her. She probably had, a collection 
of them already. 

I wasn't going to be another one of her purchased, pony 
girls.

So life went on, I still worked hard at school, even 
with the emotional incentive of Tracy's approval, to 
fuel my drive. I had developed the habit of pushing 
myself beyond what I thought I could achieve and my 
high marks at school always amazed me. 

Amazed a lot of other people too!  When the dust of 
final exams had settled I was sitting five points in 
grade average above anyone else. Talk at school said 
one little Japanese brainiac attempted Hari Kari when I 
beat her. Not my problem, just get a puter next year 
kid and run a program searching for every test ever 
written for your various courses, they are out there! 
Then, get it to sort them by the profiles of the most 
common questions asked. And learn the answers of those 
by heart, piece of cake. That alone gets you in the 
honour rolls, so study a bit for the rest.   Easy!

But it got me a bit more attention at school, than I 
liked and the new Silver Rolls Royce with the well 
heeled lady standing beside it waiting for me after 
school one afternoon, raised a few eyebrows also. It 
sure raised mine.

J smiled at me as I approached the car "Hi, I broke my 
promise, but...can I give you a lift home?"

I stood and looked at her, she was still so fantastic 
to look at, it hurt. I smiled back a smirky smile "My 
Mommy, says I'm not to supposed to talk to strangers."

The use of my safeword and my public assertion that I 
didn't know her after our afternoon together, blew her 
away.

She burst out laughing and so did I.

She started to open one of the doors of the car for me 
but a chauffeur in a uniform came out of nowhere and 
opened it for us. I climbed in and she got in me after 
me. I could have walked in! The backseat was really a 
fair sized room on wheels, all real leather and walnut 
trim everywhere except for the rugs on the floor which 
looked soft and thick enough that you could use a piece 
of it for a pillow. The rear passenger section, 
separated from the driver by a dark smoke coloured 
screen, all the windows dark tinted for obscurity. 

I was impressed but wasn't going to let the smell of 
money get to me. The whole rich lady, big car thing was 
tastefully done, but not my bag, money didn't really 
mean shit to me, never did, never would. I wasn't going 
to be a poor little Cinderella swooning over another 
rich Prince or Princesses in this case. So, I was on my 
guard, defensive, against imaginary pitfalls. She 
didn't help much with her first comment.

"I understand you did really well with your marks, 
ninety seven point five average, top of your class."

Now, alarm bells really, went off! I haven't told 
anyone my marks, not even Tracy, the school wasn't 
allowed to tell anyone, except my parents, even the 
results weren't official, nor were they published 
without permission. Someone had been checking on me. 
Seriously checking.

"You heard that eh! Which one of your computer Geeks 
pulled that piece of information up?"

She looked at me, and her face flushed. Then said, 
"you're right. I guess I'm not supposed to know 
that...I did... I had someone look for me...but? How 
did you guess it was a computer staffer that told me?"

I looked at her "I figure the only way to get that 
information out of the school is to bribe someone or 
have a geek grab it of the schools computer system, The 
geek is cheaper! And you have about a zillion of them."

J looked hard at me for a bit "I see you have done some 
checking on me. Also!"

I didn't say anything.

She looked down at the floor "this isn't quite going, 
how I hoped it would, I had really hoped you would 
call, but you didn't and I promised you I wouldn't 
bother you, but... I wanted to see you, again."

"Why?"

"Why did I want to see?"

"No Why me? You could have, be with, anyone! Maybe you 
have a lot like me hanging around already. I don't mean 
to offend you, I owe you, Tracy and I both owe you, 
it's history now, between us, but... we... I'm... cool 
with that... but, Really!  You, with your money, power! 
You could have almost anyone you wanted."

She looked at me hard again, "You have, been checking! 
Me also! Does my money bother you?"

"No, the money's nothing ... it's just... I won't, 
wouldn't do anything like we did cause of money and."
"And?"

"And you might have a lot of girls that do that for 
you.  I wouldn't want to be another!

She looked down at the rug again," I've never done 
anything like that with anyone before, ever! I mean it. 
Ever!"

Now that floored me, I just looked at her stunned.

She continued, "oh, I have a few friends into that 
scene and I've gone off to some parties, more than 
once, lots of times. I liked it; got really excited, by 
what I saw, I learned a lot, my friends coached me on 
stuff, wanted me to get into the scene, but I have 
never had never dared to get a slave of my own and 
never let any of my friend's males or females touch me 
because you don't know where they have or who they have 
been with. And I didn't want to touch them either. So I 
just watched them do stuff and wanted to but didn't 
dare try it myself."

"Why didn't you get a... person for yourself?"

"I don't know, I really wanted to, but almost everyone 
I know, works for me and that wouldn't be right. I 
didn't want to buy anyone, it wouldn't mean anything. I 
never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend like a lover, 
since I was twelve, too busy at school or running Dad's 
business... getting one, someone, someday turned 
into... into a little obsession of mine. That switch I 
had, just part of a unused collection and some other 
stuff... no... lots of other stuff... none of it ever 
used, no time! 

Too scarred to approach someone. Too scarred of the 
scandal if the dam press got a hold of it, scarred of 
someone making money telling them, telling anyone. 

Then, I walked in on your private, hidden, world and it 
seemed, you seemed, to be the other half of me, the 
missing half... You looked so wonderful, naked, crying 
on the floor that I was really jealous ... of Tracy, of 
having you love her, like I wanted so bad to have 
someone love me. I couldn't touch you cause I would 
have lost it... I did lose it, after you did let me, 
examine you...I didn't have a cigarette, I just sat 
there in the car with my hands shaking on the wheel 
watching the clock, hoping, praying your door was going 
to be open. I think I would have broken it down, if you 
had! locked it. Since I talked to Tracy, I must have 
checked my messages a hundred times a day, everyday, 
for a call, but you didn't!"

Thinking to my self  'Oh Shit, did I peg her wrong!'

She went on "I guess I screwed up, I shouldn't have 
bothered you, taken advantage of ...you. ...your 
troubles. I thought maybe you needed someone also, like 
I did... I'm sorry if..."

I stopped her, spoke softly, "...J you were a PERFECT 
mistress, for me."

She weakly smiled.

I went on "...J I'm without one... need one ... a new 
one could you help me find her?"

I won't go into what went on the next little while, 
just let me just say that the tears, holding, hugging 
and gentle kisses went on for quite a space of time. 
The chauffeur came on the intercom and told us we had 
arrived at my house but we ignored him. Lost in each 
other, for a while.

I didn't know if she was telling the truth but she was 
some super liar if she had made that up.  I had just 
heard her reveal parts of her inner self that no one 
should know unless you somehow feel that you can really 
trust them. I had done the same to her on instinct and 
that had turned out all right. She hadn't betrayed my 
confidence; instead she helped Tracy, and me then 
stayed away, leaving us to work it out. Stayed away 
from me, until driven by her, inner need, to see me. 
Today.

We slowly pulled apart and sat facing each other on the 
wide seat holding hands. She looked into my eyes and 
said to me, "Where do we go from here?" 

I gently pulled away from her. Extended and crossed my 
wrists toward her and said softy "Anywhere you want, 
Mistress!"

She just looked at me, and then asked, "Do you have to 
be home? Is Tracy expecting you?"

"No, she won't be home till late."

She turned and flipped on the intercom, "Gerry, run us 
into town to that little Italian restaurant on fifth. 
For supper, it's early, take your time, go the old 
route, my friend and I want to chat." She hung up and 
switched the screen control to locked. She sat deeper 
back into the seat and looked at me, meaningfully. 

As the car pulled smoothly into motion, I started to 
slide myself off the seat unto the floor. 

She told me, her voice hussy " No!  I want you stripped 
...get naked!  Take your clothes off! All of them!"

I undressed for her, as she watched me.  My shoes and 
bobby socks first, then my school tie, blouse and bra.  
I removed my skirt and panties together and placed them 
neatly on the floor with the rest of my things.  I sat 
naked, on the seat waiting. She told me, " Get down on 
the floor, hand me your necktie." I fumbled for the tie 
from my mound of clothing and handed it to her as I 
knelt on the car's floor. 

The rug was soft on my knees, my toes burrowed into the 
rugs deep pile. She placed her hand on the back of my 
head and pushed me down.  Pressing my face into the 
rug. She pulled my arms behind my back and used my tie, 
to bind my wrists. Then lifted my head up, pulling me, 
by my hair, hurting me. 

My new Mistress was not gentle. I loved it. She pulled 
me back to sitting on my heels. Then, she slowly 
removed her pumps and set them on the floor. She lifted 
up her skirt, hips and slid her pantyhose and panties 
down, off, over her ankles. Mistress then, turned her 
body and placed one of her bare feet on the seat beside 
me. The other leg she lifted and used her foot to push 
my face down toward the other waiting foot.  "Begin. On 
the bottoms first."

As I began to lick and worship her foot, smelling 
perfume and the scent of leather.  I heard her voice, 
"Oh! I wish I could whip you." 


She allowed me to suck and lick her bare feet, suck her 
toes until she wanted me elsewhere. "Come here." I 
lifted my head and moved towards her. She had moved to 
the seat edge. Her legs were spread, her mound and 
folds glistening with her moisture, were open, beckon-
ing me. 

I scrambled over to her on my knees and lowered my 
mouth to suck her. She grabbed my hair hard and stopped 
me, held my hair and face hovered inches from her 
wetness. "Beg me!" I begged to let me lick her. 
"Again!" I pleaded to feast on her. She grunted and 
pulled my face firmly into her. "Suck it, Suck me 
hard!"

She climaxed as I sucked her clit into my mouth, her 
tiny piece of flesh between my lips, sharing space 
with, teased by my tongue. She let out a sigh and 
pushed my face away, stoking my hair, holding my face 
gripped between her legs. Looking down at me. "That was 
good, so nice you're going to be doing that, a lot!" 

Then, she opened her legs, pushed my face back, pushed 
me to kneeling between her legs. "Did you come?" I 
nodded no. She said "I shouldn't care but, just this 
once." She shoved me over until I fell onto my back on 
the floor. My hands still tied behind my back, pinned 
under me. She batted my legs open and pulled my body 
until I was lying crossways under her. Her bare feet 
under me, she leaned over and took hold of my clit with 
her fingers Her other hand took hold of my left nipple. 
With both hands on me, her fingers started squeezing 
me, twisting me, pulling on my flesh, hard! 

She dug her fingernails into me pinching, hurting me. 
"He can't hear you. Scream if you want. I'd like that." 

She continued to work her nails in my flesh, 
deliberately, torturing me, until the pain and her 
hands made me, cry out, come.  Pleasing her. 

Continued in part 13...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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