From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Boss Part FF, fdom, bdsm, humil, toys)[1/4]
Date: 30 Aug 1996 15:22:26 GMT

			       The Boss
				  by
			       Dr. Phil
			       Part One

	Maryanne Whitaker strode confidently into the main office. She
looked around at the staff assembled there and smiled inwardly. She
could sense that they all feared her, and with good reason. She was
the boss...

	She had started this company over eight years ago and had
built it into a multi-million dollar import/export business. She had
hired every person in the room, paid them very well, and didn't have
the slightest hesitation to fire any one of them, and she made sure
they knew it.

	Her presence alone was enough to inspire awe and fear. She
stood 5'9," tall, but with her heels on she was just over 6 feet. She
was 45 years old and dressed in slacks, blouse, and a double-breasted
jacket. In addition she wore a scarf around her neck, expensive
jewelry on her fingers and a diamond brooch on her lapel. Her hair was
black and pulled into a small bun at the back of her head...

	Maryanne had not always been the boss. Ten years ago she was
married and worked as her husband's secretary. Their marriage had
slowly gone sour and they eventually divorced. After dividing up the
community property and paying legal fees, she walked away with about
$35,000 and her clothes. Her ex-husband told her that she'd better
spend it slowly because she'd be living in a shelter or selling her
ass on the streets when that was gone.

	Maryanne was determined to show him that she could make it on
her own. She'd show ALL of them, dammit! And she did. She risked the
entire $35,000 to start up her own import/export business. That's what
her husband's business had been and she had learned enough to know how
to make it work.

	She set a goal of making her first million before she was 40.
She beat that by one year. At 45, she was worth over three million
dollars and had a thriving business with a dozen employees. Her
husband was the most surprised at her accomplishments, and also
bitter. He had fallen on hard times about five years ago and his
business went under. He was now working for someone else and living in
an apartment with his girlfriend, who was a cocktail waitress.

	Maryanne's eyes fell sharply on Michele's lithe young form.
She despised that cunt for her youth and good looks and only kept her
around because she enjoyed bossing her around.

	"Michele. I'd like to see you in my office."

	Michele sighed and shook her head very slightly, but
immediately got up and followed the older woman into her office. When
she arrived Maryanne was already seated behind her large polished
desk.

	"Please shut the door and sit down."

	Michele complied and looked across the desk to meet her boss's
eyes. Maryanne seemed almost amused as she began to speak: "Michele,
I thought that after our last little talk you'd show an improvement
here at work. I can see that our conversation has had very little
effect on you."

	"What! I don't know what you mean. I've been working hard
every day. I'm on time every day and I do my job well."

	"That's just the point! You do your job. That's all it is to
you. I pay you damn good money and I want to see HUSTLE, not just
doing your job."

	"Come off it, Maryanne. Everyone else out there is scared
shitless of you, but not me. I make that office run efficiently. You
know that. Without me you'd be working a 16 hour day."

	Maryanne looked shocked at the younger woman's impertinence.

	"Don't you dare spout off like that to me! I can replace you
in a day, and at half the salary. I should fire you for your
insubordination. Another word and I will."

	Michele bit her lip but continued to meet the older woman's
stare. Neither would blink. Finally Michele looked down and sighed.
Maryanne had won again.

	"That's better," she smiled smugly. "I have a special little
job for you, Michele. Think of it as your last chance to prove
yourself to me because, I swear, the next time you get me mad you're
history."

	Michele fidgeted a bit and continued looking at her hands in
her lap.

	"I want you to go through every single file in this office,
revamp the filing system so that every order can be called up by name
OR by date OR by commodity. I'm talking about every file in this
office and that, my dear, goes back eight years."

	Michele looked shocked as the monumental size of the task set
in.

	"And... " Maryanne continued. "I need it done by Monday
morning... "

	Michele gasped. It was already Friday afternoon!

	"... or you're fired. Do you understand me?"

	"You can't do that. That'll take the entire weekend and I told
you over a week ago that I had important plans for Saturday night."

	"That's just tough. I don't give a shit about your plans.
You've been an impertinent little snot and this job is punishment.
That's right, I said PUNISHMENT! If you're going to act like a little
snot then that's how you're going to get treated from now on. Now it's
up to you how you spend your weekend, I don't really care, but if the
work isn't done by 8:00am Monday morning, you're fired."

	Michele was livid, but she held it in. That bitch KNEW she had
plans to go to a play in the city on Saturday. She had sent away for
the tickets over THREE MONTHS ago! She thought seriously about telling
Maryanne what she could do with her job but instead she got up and
walked out the door. Her co-workers could see how upset she was but
she made it clear that she didn't want to talk about it.

	At 4:45 Maryanne walked out into the main office with her
leather briefcase.

	"Have a good weekend all. I've got to be going. Got a big
weekend planned. See you all Monday morning."

	Michele gave the finger to Maryanne's retreating back and
muttered `bitch' under her breath after the door had closed.

	Fifteen minutes later the rest of the staff began filing out,
leaving Michele alone.

	She sighed, shook her head, and began to get to work...

	Three hours later she paused for a bite to eat. She had just
gotten through the tip of the iceberg and she knew she'd be lucky to
finish by Monday even if she slept at the office both nights.

	After her break she got back to work. She was trying to
assemble all of the files into one location and was now in Maryanne's
office, going through her credenza. On an impulse she decided to open
the center drawer to Maryanne's desk and rummage around. The usual
shit was there.

	In a sudden outburst of anger she yanked the drawer completely
out, spilling the contents all over the floor. After she had calmed
down she knelt down and started to try to get the drawer back into the
desk. It was then that she felt the keybox...

	It was glued underneath the desk, above where the drawer slid
in and out. It could not be seen or felt unless someone knew where to
look. She popped open the latch and a small key fell into her hand.
Michele stared at the key for a full minute, then got up and decided
she had some more looking around to do.

	It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. She was
prepared to spend the night searching the office if she had to, but
she lucked out and found a hidden nook behind the large picture on the
wall near the bookcase. She held her breath and inserted the key. It
fit! She turned the key and pulled the heavy door open. It was that
simple.

	Michele didn't know what to expect: jewelry, cash, stock
certificates. What she found was books...

	For the next hour Michele poured over the books. This was
incredible! It was all documented right there before her. Maryanne had
grown her import/export business so quickly because she had on
occasion used her contacts to smuggle cocaine into the country! It
was all there... names, dates, amounts. It was incredible.

	She hadn't done business with them in over two years, but the
information was all there down to the last detail. There was enough
evidence there to put several highly placed Colombian-Americans in
Federal prison for life! And her along with them!

	Michele looked up from the books and a large smile began to
spread across her face. She finished putting the center drawer back in
the desk then sat down in the large chair and began to formulate her
plan. It was going to be a long weekend after all, but she wouldn't be
doing any filing. Fuck the play. She had less than 60 hours to get her
plan together...

	On Monday morning the staff slowly began arriving at work. At
8:10 Maryanne walked in, dressed as usual in her slacks and jacket and
carrying her briefcase.

	She glanced around the room and when she didn't see Michele
she sighed and stormed into her office. She was shocked to see Michele
sitting in her large chair with her feet up and crossed on her oak
desk. There were loose files carelessly stacked on the floor and a
small cart against the wall.

	"What's the meaning of this? Get your feet off my desk."

	Michele just smirked, then uncrossed her legs and deliberately
recrossed them with the lower one on top. She held a manila envelope
in her hand and carelessly tossed it towards her enraged boss. It
landed on the floor at her feet.

	"Pick it up, bitch. I think you'll find it interesting
reading. I certainly did."

	Maryanne was livid with rage but she stooped down to pick up
the envelope, leaning her briefcase against a chair as she got up. She
glanced at Michele, who was still smiling at her, then tore open the
envelope. As soon as she saw the documents her face paled and she
gasped.

	"Where did you get these?" she asked quietly, not looking up.

	"Right where you left them, bitch. You'll notice they're
photocopies. I have the originals hidden away real well. I also had
several other copies made."

	"This is dangerous stuff you're playing with, kid." the older
woman said menacingly.

	"Oh, don't you worry your raggedy old ass over me, bitch. If
anything happens to me, anything at all, I have more than one friend
who has instructions to drop her folder into the mailbox. It'll find
its way to the DEA and you're toast. Literally toast."

	"I've also prepared copies which will be sent to your
Colombian friends. They'll be real interested to know that you kept
such meticulous records of their transactions. The note I added
explains that you're using the info to turn state's evidence and save
your own ass. They won't like that at all... no, no... not at all."

	She chuckled, then continued: "They'll find you, bitch.
There's no place you can hide, and when they do they'll kill you
slowly. I read about how they killed their last informer. She was a
cunt just like you. They took her away to a secluded house in the
country.

	The book said that they kept her there for over a month,
killing her a little at a time. Every week they'd cut off an arm, then
a leg. After four weeks she was just a torso with four stumps and a
head. They tied a rope in her hair and hung her naked in the garden
for a week. Each day they tortured her helpless torso. They snipped
off her clit and fried her ass. They had great fun watching her bounce
her ass up and down on the hot plate. On and off. On and off, all day
long. The next day they hooked her twat up to a car battery and
watched her bounce around like a puppet on the end of a string. They
covered her with shit and let flies swarm and crawl over her for two
days while they laughed. The day after that they finally killed her."

	Maryanne's face was white as a ghost. Her mouth was open and
her lips were completely dry.

	"W-what do you want?" she stammered, beaten.

	"Everything," replied Michele, then began to laugh.

	"The only thing that's keeping you alive right now is my
desire to humiliate you for being such a bitch. If you don't obey me
in every respect, or when I just get tired of you, the envelopes go in
the mail. Got that, twat?"

	Maryanne just shook her head, defeated. There were tears in
her eyes.

	"I said, got that twat?" Michele repeated louder and more
menacingly.

	"Yes."

	"No, twat. It's yes `Mistress'. You got that?"

	"Y-yes, M-mistress... "

	Michele stuck her tongue in her cheek mischievously and looked
up and down Maryanne's form. Maryanne had her `bitch' clothes on -
high heels and power suit. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun.

	This was going to be fun...

	"Strip, twat. Take off everything."

	"B-but, the others are just outside!" Maryanne panicked.

	"Don't worry about them. Just worry about me. Strip! Now."

	Maryanne slowly took off her scarf and jacket, then began
unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. She pulled it off and stood
there in her bra and slacks.

	"Hurry up!" Michele told her, exasperated. I'm gonna whip your
ass if you make me have to tell you to hurry one more time."

	Michele actually enjoyed watching the older woman fumble as
she undressed. She could see how much it was embarrassing her and she
thrilled in watching her as she unzipped her slacks and pushed them
down. She had to step out of her shoes, then she pulled the slacks off
her ankles and stood straight again... Maryanne reached behind herself
and released the catch on her bra. She let it drop to the floor
revealing a fairly nice set of tits. Not bad for a 45 year old cunt. A
little saggy, but not much. The areoles were large and brown. There
were a few freckles on her chest.

	Maryanne looked at Michele for mercy, but when she found the
younger woman staring menacingly at her she hooked her thumbs into her
pantyhose and began pulling them down. She bent over and pushed them
down to her feet, then pulled them completely off.

	Without her heels on she was about Michele's height as she
stood there now in just her white panties. She gulped, then grabbed
the waistband and tugged them down. When she stepped out of them she
was left standing there completely naked with one hand over her bush
and the other vainly trying to cover her breasts.

	"Don't get bashful with me, twat. Put your hands on top of
your head. Wait a minute. Take those rings off, too. Give them to me.
Now put your hands on your head."

	Maryanne's body was actually in pretty good shape for her age.
Her two nights a week doing aerobics had certainly helped to keep her
toned but she still looked like she could lose about 10 pounds. All
in all, though, not bad.

	Unlike her jet-black hair, her bush had a little gray mixed in
with it. No problem, Michele planned to shave her pussy and keep it
that way.

	"Get down on the floor, twat. On your hands and knees, like a
real bitch."

	Maryanne got down and knelt there. She couldn't look up at the
gloating young woman but she could hear her chuckling."

	"Look at me, twat. From now on, that's your name. twat. No,
`smelly twat', that's better. You got it? What's your name?"

	"Smelly twat."

	Michele took a step forward and slapped her face hard.

	"What did you say?"

	"Smelly twat... err... smelly twat, Mistress."

	"That's better."

	Michele walked over and grabbed one of the bent wood straight
back chairs that was against the wall. She put it right in the middle
of the office and sat down on it.

	"Come here, smelly twat. Lay down across my lap. I'm going to
give you a spanking... "

	Maryanne gasped but crawled forward, then got up and laid down
across Michele's lap. Her hands touched the floor on one side and her
legs stuck out straight on the other.

	Michele took great pleasure in rubbing and molding her white
asscheeks. She pinched them and laughed as she saw Maryanne jump and
gasp. Finally she lifted her hand into the air and brought it down
with a loud slap.

	Maryanne let out a startled yelp of pain. There was a red
handprint on her left asscheek. In spite of the aerobics, 45 years has
to add at least a tiny bit of cellulite and her ass jiggled a little
over the younger girl's lap. Laughing, Michele raised her hand back up
and continued raining down blow after blow on the doomed posterior.

	The sounds of the spanking could be clearly heard in the main
office. The rest of the workers glanced at each other and crowded near
the door. Bill tentatively opened the door just to make sure that
nothing was seriously wrong and his jaw hung open as he saw his boss
squirming naked across the lap of Michele.

	The rest of the workers crowded in the doorway. Some were
shocked, some were smiling. A couple even laughed.

	"Come on in. I want you to meet someone."

	Everyone began crowding into the office. Michele hadn't let up
on the spanking one bit. In fact she seemed to be slapping even harder
as she enjoyed the helpless squirmings of her bitch boss.

	"I want you all to meet `smelly twat'. Say hello to the nice
people, smelly twat."

	Maryanne sobbed and managed to choke out a "hello," in between
slaps.

	"I want you all to know that there's going to be some changes
around here. From now on, I'm running the show. Bill, you're my
assistant. Smelly twat is here for one reason and one reason only. To
be punished."

	There was a gasp from the crowd at this, and some more
giggling. The men looked on with watering mouths. Maryanne was
completely naked and draped over the lap of the fully dressed Michele.
Her jiggling ass was being spanked to a bright shade of red while the
clothes she had worn into the office just a short while ago were piled
up on the floor near her briefcase. Her breasts flopped over the other
side of Michele's legs and wobbled obscenely as she wiggled to try to
get her ass away from the punishing slaps.

	On and on, the spanking continued. Each blow resounding
through the room. Maryanne was wailing and sobbing. She began begging
for Michele to stop. A few of the others in the office began clapping
in time with the spanks. Some whistled. They all jeered.

	After at least 50 hard spanks Michele stopped. Maryanne was
squirming around and crying. Michele pushed her to the floor.

	"Stop that sniveling, this instant."

	Maryanne tried to stop but she was hyperventilating. Tears
streamed down her face. She held her poor ass in both her hands and
rubbed it, trying to ease the burning.

	While she was trying to regain her composure, Michele took a
handful of papers and dropped them on the floor next to her.

	"I've got stuff for you to sign, smelly twat. I've had papers
drawn up giving sole ownership of the company to me. You relinquish
all rights and claims by signing these papers. Do it."

	Maryanne hesitated just a minute, but she knew she had
absolutely no choice. She took the pen that was handed to her and
signed the papers turning the company over to Michele.

	"Bob, you're a Notary. Notarize these signatures, please."

	"My pleasure, Michele. Or should I say, boss?"

	"`Michele' is just fine, but from now on I AM the boss... "
She looked down at Maryanne and smirked.

	"Very good, smelly twat, but we're not through here yet. In
your firebox I found the deed to your house, the title to your car,
your stock portfolio and your savings accounts. I want them ALL signed
over to me, right now."

	Maryanne wiped tears away from her eyes with her left hand as
her right hand signed away everything that she owned to Michele.

	Everything that she'd worked so hard for. She was left,
literally, with nothing.

	While she was signing the papers and Bob was notarizing them,
Michele took scissors and began cutting all of Maryanne's clothes into
small pieces, then tossed them into a wastebasket.

	"Very good, bitch. I now own your company, your house, your
savings and your car. You don't even own the clothes on your back.
You have nothing!" she gloated at the naked woman at her feet. "Here,
I've got something for you to wear... " Michele produced a dog collar
and fastened it around Maryanne's neck. "That's the only piece of
clothing you will ever wear, from now on. Say `Thank you Mistress'".

	"T-thank you, M-mistress."

	"Good!" Now I want you to crawl around here in front of your
former employees. Wiggle your ass and bark like the bitch you are. Go
on, do it."

	There were gasps and bursts of laughter as Maryanne began
crawling around on the floor. She paused to put her head down and
wiggle her ass, then said `woof! woof!' as she shivered in shame.

	While she was occupied doing this Michele was busy rolling out
the small cart that was against the wall. She had got a cart and
modified it over the weekend by attaching clamps and eyebolts to the
edges. The cart was metal and had four casters. The top was flat and
it stood about 30 inches high.

	"Enough, bitch." She patted the top of the cart with her hand.
"Climb up here and lie down on your back."

	Maryanne hesitantly stood up. She looked around at all of the
laughing eyes in the room, then she turned around and rested her rump
on the edge of the cart. She steadied herself with her hands and
leaned back till she lay prone on top of the cold metal cart. Her
legs dangled over the edge and she fidgeted to get comfortable.

	"Don't worry about that. Move back down a bit. Let your ass
hang over the edge too, It'll only be for a minute."

	Michele took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto
Maryanne's wrists. She pulled them over her head and attached them to
an eyebolt on the edge of the cart so that her arms were fastened down
above her head. She then took a leather cuff with a D-ring and placed
it around Maryanne's left ankle. She pulled her ankle straight up into
the air, then back towards the head of the cart. She pushed down till
her knee was touching the top of the cart beside her head and fastened
the cuff to the corner of the cart.

	Likewise she took another cuff and fastened her right ankle
the same way, attaching it to the other corner of the cart. The
aerobics had helped keep her flexible enough to bend her almost
double.

	By tying her arms and legs back like that, Maryanne found
herself resting on the upper part of her back and shoulders. Her ass
was lifted straight up into the air. With her legs fastened wide apart
on either side of her, her reddened ass was the topmost part of her
body. Her asshole winked out at the crowd with a curved asscheek on
either side. Her cunt was just below it pointing slightly towards
Maryanne's head. Both were completely exposed for everyone to see in
extreme detail.

	"P-please! Don't d-do this to me!" Maryanne begged. "Have a
little decency. Please."

	"Shut up, cunt. The only sounds I want to hear out of that
slit in your face are moans. Start moaning. Like you were in the
throes of deep orgasm!" Michele laughed and a couple of the office
girls giggled. She slapped Maryanne's upturned ass hard "I said let's
go! Now, bitch."

	Maryanne began moaning as she sobbed. She tried moving around
a little in her confinement but it did nothing more than wiggle her
ass some more. While she was doing this Michele got some scissors and
began trimming back her pubic bush. When Maryanne paused and gasped at
what was happening Michele slapped her again on her helpless ass,
leaving a dark handprint on the already pink assflesh.

	"Don't stop. They love it! Don't you guys?"

	"Yeah! Sure! The bitch is getting what she deserves... "

	Maryanne didn't have a single supporter in the room. On the
contrary, they all seemed to revel in her debasement.

	Michele finished trimming then took a razor and some cream.
She quickly scraped away every hair from around Maryanne's cunt, even
taking the time to get at the little hairs in the gully of her ass.

	When she was finished she invited each of the employees to
feel Maryanne's ass and smooth cunt. The men jumped at the chance!
Even the women obliged and Michele noticed with satisfaction that it
was the women who were more inclined to pinch her cunt lips cruelly or
give little slaps to her already red ass. Maryanne had been worse to
the women in her office and now they were getting their revenge!

	"Well now, smelly twat, you look pretty good up there! That's
where you belong and, by God, that's where you're going to stay! Just
like that, all day, every day. We'll let you down at lunchtime for a
short while but then it's right back up on the cart again. On display
for everybody to see."

	"Sandi, I've got a special assignment for you."

	Sandi was the youngest girl in the office. She tore her eyes
away from the naked form before her to look at Michele.

	"Smelly twat is going to be spending every night in this
office. Every morning from now on, after everyone's arrived, I want
you to make sure she's all cleaned up. You will unfasten her from the
table. You will clip this leash on her and make her crawl into the
bathroom. You will supervise her as she goes to the bathroom and make
sure she cleans herself. You will also make sure that she shaves her
pussy and ass each morning. I don't want to find any stubble when I
spank her. You got that?"

	"Uh... I guess... "

	"Don't guess. Do it! You wouldn't want to trade places with
smelly twat, would you?"

	Sandi gasped. She looked back at her former boss on the cart
and shuddered! How could Maryanne bear the incredible shame of being
bound that way for all to see? On display to everybody! Spanked and
tied with her reddened ass up in the air! No, Sandi didn't want to
wind up like that. She could never bear the shame...

	"Ummm. Yes. I'll do it. I don't mind coming in early."

	"Good."

	Michele had been lightly rubbing Maryanne's ass while she
spoke.

	Now she took her middle finger and slowly inserted it into
Maryanne's gaping asshole.

	"Unnnnghhh!" Maryanne moaned and twisted.

	"That's what I like to hear! You're going to be kept tied like
this all day, every day, but you're not going to be bored! You're
going to be kept squirming like this all day long!" Michele slowly
pulled her finger out, then slapped her ass twice. She then reinserted
her finger and began jiggling it up and down, just a little.

	"We're gonna do this in shifts. Every hour someone's going to
have the responsibility for teasing you up. You'll be kept ever so
close to orgasm. When you get too close we'll stop and watch you
wiggle for a while. Then it's back up to the edge! To make things even
more interesting I bought you a little friend."

	Michele took out a large vibrating dildo. She teased it around
Maryanne's clit a bit then inserted it in her gaping cunt. She stuffed
it in as far as it would go, then switched it on. The buzzing made
Maryanne start to buck in her bonds. She groaned and couldn't help
thrashing her head from side to side and moaning. It went for a
minute, then turned off.

	"There's a timer built into this vibrator. It stays on for a
minute, then off for three, back on for a minute, off for three...
It'll cycle like that forever or until the batteries wear out.
Another one of Sandi's chores will be to put fresh batteries into the
vibrator every morning."

	Just then the vibrator clicked on again and they all watched
and laughed as Maryanne began moaning and bucking again. Just as
before, it shut off after a minute. Maryanne was left sweating and
whimpering. It was amazing but they could actually see the sphincter
of her asshole opening and closing as if it were gulping for air! Poor
Maryanne! Was it really only an hour ago that she had walked into the
office so imperiously, looking to ream out Michele?

	At that time she was the boss, a millionaire, with the whole
world in her hand... <click!> the vibrator turned back on again and
the moans were like music to Michele's ears!

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: The Boss FF, fdom, bdsm, humil, toys, dog)[2/4]
Date: 1996/08/30

			       The Boss
				  by
			       Dr. Phil
			       Part Two

	Michele took a small placard she had made and attached it to
the side of the cart. It read: "Our Founder". True to Michele's
promises, Maryanne was kept like that all day long. Most of the men
and, surprisingly, even a few of the women volunteered to take shifts
teasing Maryanne's ass. While the rest of the office went back to work
the person on duty stood beside the squirming nude body of their
former boss and worked her to the edge, over and over and over. They'd
insert their finger into her asshole and jiggle it around, laughing as
the hapless woman squirmed and begged for relief.

	When it looked like she was close to orgasm they'd withdraw
and watch her continue to wiggle. Every three minutes the vibrator
would turn on and she'd really start to move around. On several
occasions they had to remove the dildo from her or she would surely
have cum. They pinched and pulled her nipples until she finally calmed
down, then re-inserted the vibrator and started all over again. Every
hour Michele, who had taken over the office as her own, got up and
gave Maryanne a dozen hard spanks to each cheek of her ass. This was,
she explained, to keep them rosy because `You never know who'll stop
by' and she wanted Maryanne to always have that `freshly spanked'
look.

	At noontime they untied her and Sandi led her, on her hands
and knees, into the bathroom. When they returned, Michele put a bowl
of food and a bowl of water on the floor. Maryanne had to kneel on all
fours and eat and drink without using her hands. When she was finished
she was tied back on the cart exactly as she had been before.

	All afternoon the rest of the office could hear her moaning
and begging loudly in the next room. There were sly winks and giggles
as they heard her PLEADING to be allowed to cum. But it was not to
be...

	At 4:45 nobody wanted to go home. At exactly 5:00 they heard a
strange scuffing in the hallway. To everyone's shock a man in a
guard's uniform came in pulling a large German Shepherd by its leash.
Michele greeted him warmly.

	"Thanks for coming, Ted. I see Bruno is ready for guard duty.
Everyone will have to go home now. In a few minutes Ted is going to
turn Bruno loose. When we go home, Bruno will be able to roam the
office freely, protecting it from intruders.

	There were a few knowing gasps and a giggle or two as the
import of what she just said sunk in. Michele opened the small
refrigerator in her new office. She took out a greasy looking bag and
opened it up. Inside was cooked hamburger she had been saving all day.
With her tongue sticking out mischievously between her teeth she took
a handful of it and rubbed it around and around Maryanne's asshole,
then poked as much of it inside as she could.

	She removed the vibrator and squeezed some more of the meat
into her quivering cunt. The rest she put back into the refrigerator.

	"I wouldn't want you to be lonely tonight, smelly cunt. By the
way, I've hired Ted to bring Bruno here and leave him alone in the
offices every night."

	As she was talking, the dog caught the scent of the meat. He
began sniffing around Maryanne's widely parted ass.

	"Time to leave, everyone, and let Bruno do his job! I
understand you're all interested in what's going to happen so we can
look in through the windows by the side of the building."

	They all gathered outside as Ted unclipped Bruno's leash. Then
he let himself out, locking Bruno and Maryanne up together for the
night.

	As they all clustered around the two windows they saw Bruno
walk over to stand at the foot of the cart. His nose was twitching and
he barked once. He then got up on his hind legs, steadying himself
with his front paws on Maryanne's ass cheeks. He lowered his muzzle
and sniffed the meat in her asshole. He took a long swipe with his
tongue which sent shivers through the squirming body of the forty-
five year old woman. She was nearly hysterical at this point. Bruno
continued licking, trying to dig the meat out of her asshole but also
enjoying the grease that was all around her parted gully. He took long
swipes with his tongue, then went back to digging out the meat.

	He sensed that his position was not right to reach the meat in
her cunt, so he dropped back down to the floor and walked to the head
of the cart. He put his paws on the edge of the cart and jumped up. He
stood, straddling Maryanne's torso, with his head facing her offered
cunt. He hunched down a bit and went back to licking away at her
private parts. This was much better! He had access to both her cunt
and her asshole from this position and his tongue swiped away at both
of them. He took no notice of the squirmings and pleading of the poor
woman who was trying to thrash around beneath him.

	The way he was crouched, his furry ball sack dangled just
above Maryanne's face. As he wagged his tail his balls occasionally
bounced against her nose. She could smell his musk and the tonguing
was driving her into a frenzy. A funny thing about the way Bruno
licked her. He'd take long swipes with his tongue then lift his head a
little and lick his own chops. He'd then bury his long snout in her
cunt or ass again and give it a few more licks.

	It was never long enough to allow her to cum, but it went on
and on, a few seconds at a time, and she was powerless to stop him!

	"Old Bruno'll keep at her all night, you know," Ted said with
a wink. "Oh, he may pause a bit to walk around the office, sniff a few
things, but that scent'll keep bringing him back. He'll lick till
there isn't a trace or scent of the meat coming from her. Then he'll
keep licking just in case any more shows up. Dogs aren't too smart."

	"Perfect!" Michele grinned beside him at the window. "When you
go in tomorrow morning at 7:00 to get Bruno, make sure you put the
vibrator back in her cunt and don't forget to switch it on. I don't
want her losing her edge before we arrive... "

	The next morning Michele came to work early just to spend a
little quality time with Maryanne. When she unlocked the door and
entered it she could hear loud moaning and the hum of a vibrator.

	She smiled to herself and opened the door to `her' new office.

	Maryanne looked horrible! There were bags under her eyes and
she was squirming and straining as much as the tight bonds would allow
her. When she saw Michele enter she began pleading and crying for
mercy. Michele looked closer and saw little scratch marks on her
thighs and buttocks, caused, no doubt, by Bruno's paws as he licked at
her all night.

	"So! Our furry friend kept you company all night?" she teased.

	"P-please, Michele. Don't do this to me. I'm sorry. I admit I
was a real bitch but I'm sooo sorry. Honest. PLEASE, don't do this to
me."

	"Oh, I've just started, smelly twat."

	Maryanne looked forlorn and her lips started quivering as the
tormenting vibrator clicked back on again for its cruel minute.

	"By the way, I slept in my new house last night. Very nice.
Thank you! I'm going to have it redecorated, of course. I went through
all of the closets and drawers and piled all of your clothes and
personal items into large plastic trash bags. I'm having someone bring
them to the dump today. One thing I did salvage, however, was your
personal telephone directory." She held it up and flipped through the
pages before Maryanne's eyes.

	"Before I'm through, every one of these names are going to get
pictures of you as you are now. Some may even get to come and see you
in person."

	"Oh noooo. Please! <sob>. Enough is enough."

	Michele slapped Maryanne's ass then grimaced and wiped her
hand on a kleenex. "I'd better wait till Sandi cleans you up before I
spank you... " She chuckled, then continued: "No, it's not enough.
It'll never be enough. You've pissed off a lot of people in your climb
to the top. You lied, you cheated people, you bullied people. Every
one of those people are now going to get to gloat at you. The men and
the women. They'll laugh at your disgrace. They'll torment you with
their hands and fingers, take pictures of you. One by one they'll each
get their revenge. You're going to make a lot of people very happy,
smelly twat."

	Maryanne had tears in her eyes. She gagged as she cried in
torment. Just then Sandi came into the office. She stared with
interest and laughing eyes at her former boss. As Maryanne sobbed, her
bare ass shook and jiggled.

	Michele helped Sandi untie Maryanne and get her on the floor
on her hands and knees. Maryanne flexed her stiff muscles and Sandi
got the leash and fastened it around her neck. Sandi clucked her
tongue and led Maryanne, crawling on all fours, into the bathroom.
Michele walked back into the main office to check some files and
prepare for the day.

	One by one the other employees began arriving. They each
inquired as to how `smelly twat' had survived the night. Michele told
them that Sandi was getting her cleaned up now.

	When she heard the sounds of them returning from the bathroom
she stood by the partially closed door and listened: "Nononono... p-
please... " Maryanne stuttered. Her voice shook and was barely
recognizable. "Have pity on me, pleeeease. Don't put me back up on
that cart. You don't know what it was like! You can't imagine. Jerk me
off, Sandi. Come on. You can do it. Jerk me off! I'll do it myself,
if you'll let me. Come on, pleeeease."

	"No way, Maryanne. I'm not taking any chances. I don't want to
wind up like you, spread wide on that cart for everybody to laugh at,
and teased all day long. No way! Let's go, back up on the cart."

	"Nooooo! I caaaan't! Please!" Maryanne was resisting.

	At that moment Michele entered the office.

	"What do we have here? A little rebellion?"

	"She doesn't want to go back up on the cart, Michele. I told
her that she has to but she doesn't want to."

	"Listen to me, smelly twat. You're going back up onto that
cart and that's final! You have no choice in the matter. Getting down
from that cart is a privilege - one that can be easily taken away.
You can be fed there and you can piss and shit there for all I care.
You can lie in your own filth till you starve to death or until your
`friends' come to pick you up. Do you understand me?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"Now I mean it. The next time Sandi tells me you've given her
a bad time about getting back on the cart, I'll make you stay there
with no breaks. Do you understand me?"

	"Yes, Mistress."

	Michele instructed Sandi to lead Maryanne around the room a
few times for her own amusement. Sandi pulled the leash and began
leading the trembling 45 year old woman on her hands and knees. They
went into the main office so the others could laugh at her, then back
inside to the hated cart.

	Michele helped her to get Maryanne strapped back down on it.
Once again they tied her hands back and pulled her legs up and back
and fastened them to the corners of the cart by her head. Her clean-
shaven pussy and ass were again the highest points of her body and the
focus of attention.

	The rest of the morning was a replay of the previous day. The
workers took turns tormenting the bound woman mercilessly. The
vibrator played its terrible on again/off again pattern in her pussy
as she twisted and moaned. She was spanked each hour and her moans
could be clearly heard in the main office. She begged and pleaded with
her tormenters to jerk her off. She cried like a slut, but there was
no pity for her anywhere.

	In the afternoon, several of Maryanne's former business
associates began arriving. Michele had called them and invited them
over to gloat. She knew that this would make Maryanne's torment even
more humiliating. One by one they came in to witness her disgrace. Men
and women whom she had browbeaten, threatened and cheated. They all
came to gloat and stare, and to punish. Michele allowed them to pinch
her nipples and her pussy lips. Several of the women wanted to spank
her and Michele obliged them.

	By the time Ted showed up with Bruno at the end of the day
Maryanne was drooling and moaning continuously. They filled her cunt
and ass up with more hamburger and left for the night. Bruno wasted no
time. As soon as he saw the naked woman splayed out on the cart he
jumped up and began rubbing his muzzle between her thighs, looking for
his treat. Involuntarily Maryanne's tongue came out and swiped at
Bruno's furry balls as they brushed her nose and lips.

	This horrible torture continued all through the week. Each
morning a trembling Maryanne was led crawling on her leash to the
bathroom by young Sandi, only to be retied so shamefully exposed on
the cart. Each day more of Maryanne's friends and former competitors
showed up to gloat at the trussed up body of the nude woman who had
once been so powerful.

	On Friday, Michele invited Maryanne's ex-husband into the
office.

	It was a special treat for him and he brought his young
cocktail waitress girlfriend with him. They both laughed at Maryanne
as she squirmed on the cart, her legs bent back and fastened on each
side of her head, her red ass twitching and squirming. She begged both
of them to jerk her off but her ex was content to merely slap her ass
a few times and pinch her swollen cuntlips. His girlfriend was too
embarrassed to do anything herself but they both had a good laugh
watching her struggling as Michele teased her asshole with her finger.
Several of Maryanne's competitors came back for a second time, having
been invited to stop by whenever they were in the neighborhood.

	At lunch time, when they let her down, Maryanne was forced to
lie across the lap of her worst enemy, Joyce Evans of the Evans
Agency.

	Joyce wailed her ass with her palm and then with a hairbrush
from her pocketbook. When it was over and Maryanne lay there sobbing
Joyce offered to buy her. She promised to torment her daily at her own
office and at parties, but Michele was reluctant. Joyce was insistent
and offered Michele $50,000 for Maryanne. Michele didn't really need
the money but the thought of what Joyce would do to Maryanne made her
own cunt itch with excitement!

	Michele agreed to the sale on the condition that smelly twat
was allowed to be Michele's `guest' one day a week. Joyce literally
jumped at the offer. The two women shook hands and a deal was struck.
Joyce made a phone call to arrange for the check and for pickup. A
half hour later a large van pulled into the alley beside the office.
Michele untied Maryanne from the cart and helped her down onto the
floor on her hands and knees. She fastened the leash around her neck
and handed the end to Joyce.

	"Take care of smelly twat. Make sure she doesn't get lonely."

	Joyce licked her lips and looked cruelly down at the nude
woman at her feet. She tugged on the leash and Maryanne crawled out
the side door into the alley. Her ex-husband and his girlfriend were
still there and they all patted Maryanne on the ass and yelled goodbye
as she slowly crawled up a plywood ramp into the back of the van.
Joyce jumped up beside her and pushed Maryanne's face to the floor of
the van. Her red ass was up in the air and her shaved pussy and ass
could be seen poking back between her spread thighs.

	Joyce licked her lips and made Maryanne look back at her
friends in the alley as they all waved and wished her luck. Finally
the doors were closed and the van pulled away...

	Back in the office, Michele told all of her employees to have
a good weekend and she'd see them bright and early on Monday morning.
She then got into her Jaguar and drove to what was now her lovely new
home. Nothing but the best for her now. After all, she was the boss!

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Boss (FFF, fdom, bdsm, humil)[3/4]
Date: 30 Aug 1996 15:23:40 GMT

			       The Boss
				  by
			       Dr. Phil
			      Part Three

	The following Wednesday, Michele decided to pay a visit to the
Evans Agency to see how "smelly twat", was faring under her new
mistress. As part of the sales agreement, Joyce Evans had promised
to bring Maryanne back to her former office one day a week, but
Michele was itching to see her in her new environment.

	For years Maryanne and Joyce had battled over clients. The Evans
Agency was the "enemy", and Joyce Evans was "that bitch". Now the
Evans Agency was Maryanne's new home and "that bitch", had complete
control over her. Complete control to get even with her for all the
raw deals Maryanne had dealt her over the years. Joyce was a
vindictive bitch and the fact that she was willing to pay $50,000
to purchase Maryanne was an indication that she intended to get her
money's worth... out of Maryanne's ass!

	Michele called first to ask if she could visit. Joyce seemed
delighted to hear from her and assured her that she was always
welcome. At noontime Michele drove her Jag across town and parked
it in the lot behind the Evans Agency.

	When she walked in the front
door, everything seemed normal. There were three women sitting at
their desks and typing or talking on phones. When she was shown
into Joyce's private office, however, she was greeted with a much
different sight!

	Joyce was leaning back in her leather chair with her feet crossed
on her large polished desk. On the floor about three feet away was
a very uncomfortable Maryanne. She was naked, of course. She was
kneeling upright with her hands cuffed behind her back. From each
nipple hung a small mousetrap. Her knees were widespread and she
appeared to be sitting on what looked like a smooth wooden dowel,
which was attached to the floor. The end of it disappeared into her
asshole. Her naked cuntlips gripped a very large dildo which was
held in place by having small metal clips which were on each side
of the dildo clipped to each of her thick labia lips.

	Joyce held a small box in the palm of her hand. It had a single
slide switch on it. She slowly moved the slide switch up and a
faint humming could be heard from the dildo. Maryanne began humping
up and down on the dowel, sliding her ass up and down on it while
she moaned and shook. Joyce laughed cruelly and pushed the switch
forward a little more.

	"Please... please! No more! Ahhh... oooohhhhhh."

	Michele watched in fascination as Maryanne's whole body began
trembling, impaled on the dowel in the floor. She began to stiffen
as if she was going to orgasm when suddenly Joyce pulled the slide
switch back and the humming stopped. Maryanne continued humping her
ass on the dowel. The dildo was still lodged in her cunt but the
maddening vibration was gone. She tried in vain to cum but she
eventually slowed down her humping and was still, except for a
slight chattering of her teeth.

	She looked up for the first time and saw Michele standing in the
office looking down at her.

	"Michele! Y-you've got to help me. Please! S-she's crazy! Make
her stop, please."

	"Crazy, am I? You pathetic little squirming piece of shit."

	Joyce moved the slide switch up again.

	"Unnnnnnnnnnngh... ooooooooooooh." Maryanne drooled as she
humped up and down again. Joyce snickered as she moved the slide
switch down a little, then up a little, then down a little. Tears
were rolling down Maryanne's cheeks. Her mouth was wide open and
she looked pathetically at Michele. The mousetraps were jiggling at
the ends of her cruelly pinched nipples. As soon as she began to
stiffen again Joyce quickly turned off the switch. Maryanne sobbed
as her body again went slack.

	"Help me... " she mouthed.

	Michele had gone shopping over the weekend and was splendidly
dressed in a designer outfit that must have easily cost a thousand
dollars. A long string of pearls hung around her neck and she
clutched her leather shoulder bag with one hand, very
business-like. She crouched a little and tapped one of the
mousetraps with her index finger. Maryanne winced and shuddered.

	Michele let her finger trace a line up between Maryanne's breasts,
up her neck to her chin. She used her finger to lift Maryanne's
chin up so she could gaze into her eyes. Michele smiled smugly at
her and in a cutesy little girl voice said: "What's the matter,
`smelly twat'? Is Joyce being mean to you? You belong to her now.
She can do what she likes with your little smelly twat."

	Turning her head to Joyce she said:
"I like what you've done with her. Very creative."

	"Thank you, Michele. She's been like this since Monday. She seems
to hate it so much I figure why fuck with success. Next week I'll
do something different to her. For now, it amuses me to play with
this little switch all day. It calms me. Both women giggled as
Maryanne involuntarily shuddered. Joyce continued:
"During breaks I let the girls out front come back and play with
her. At 3:00 we're going to do a little rump-roasting, aren't we
sweetie?" She flipped the switch again and watched Maryanne start
to shake, then quickly turned it off.

	Michele loosened her collar a little and looked at Joyce.

	"Kinda makes me a little hot under the collar watching her squirm
like that... "

	Joyce smiled and stood up.

	"I know exactly what you mean." She walked over and placed her
hand on Michele's shoulder. "I can't tell you how pleased I am that
you sold her to me." She used one hand to idly brush a curl of hair
away from Michele's neck.

	Michele slipped out of her suit jacket. As she was doing so Joyce
helped her. She then unhooked the string of pearls and carefully
placed it on her desk. When she turned around again Michele reached
out her left hand and gently cupped Joyce's left breast. Joyce
sighed a little then smiled. They each gazed into each other's eyes
for a moment then Joyce walked over and set the lock on her office
door.

	When she turned around she began slipping out of her own
clothes. They gazed at each other as they each sensuously stripped
their office clothes off. When they were both down to just panties
they embraced. Their mouths and tongues met. Their arms were all
over each other, touching, softly petting, gently squeezing.

	Michele placed her hands on the waistband of Joyce's panties. She
slowly crouched, pulling the panties down with her. Joyce's bush
was inches away from her face. She leaned forward and kissed the
triangular patch of hair. Joyce leaned her left arm on Michele's
shoulder and with her right hand she pulled her fallen panties from
around her ankles and tossed them to the side. She then got down on
her knees face to face with Michele. She grabbed Michele's panties
and tugged them down her thighs. They placed their hands gently on
each other's necks and faces and kissed passionately. Slowly, their
hands roamed over each other's bodies, cupping breasts and asses,
fondling and caressing. Their kisses were liquid and noisy.

	Michele lay down on the carpeted floor on her back. Joyce grabbed
her panties from around her thighs and pulled them completely off.
She then crawled over Michele in the sixty-nine position and just
crouched there. They gazed at each other's bushes with desire.

	Finally Michele reached her hands up and grabbed Joyce around the
hips. She pulled them down a bit and lifted her head to lick at the
moistening slit before her. Joyce moaned then lowered her head and
began licking Michele.

	After a minute of this Joyce suddenly stood upright. She grabbed
the control box from her desk and then crouched back down over
Michele. Both women giggled as Joyce moved the slide switch up a
little till they could hear the buzzing of the vibrator. Maryanne's
moans started shortly after. Joyce set the box down on the rug then
lowered her head and resumed licking Michele's juicy slit. They lay
on the floor entwined only about a foot in front of Maryanne. Both
women held onto each other's hips, licking and sucking noisily to
the backdrop of Maryanne's squirming as she once again wiggled on
the polished dowel in her ass.

	The moans from all three women grew. Michele and Joyce became
lost in each other's caresses. Suddenly Michele stiffened and let
out a loud moan. Her orgasm was upon her. Joyce buried her face in
her warm wet crotch and continued licking the juices as they
flowed. She was getting close to her own orgasm and the thrashing
of Michele beneath her, combined with the now loud pleading of
Maryanne was enough to put her over the edge. Michele dug her
fingers into Joyce's hips and both women shuddered together in
their combined orgasm.

	When it was finally over they let out a loud sigh. Maryanne was
thrashing and moaning frantically. She too appeared poised on the
edge. Quickly Joyce grabbed the switch box and turned the vibrator
off. Maryanne continued shuddering. Her face and neck were beet red
and her forehead was perspiring.

	"Oh shit, I think we let her go too long," Joyce scowled.

	Maryanne's body began trembling like a leaf. She threw her head
back and began whimpering.

	"Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Yeeesssssss! I'm cumming... cumming!!"

	Maryanne's body was now stiff as a board. The mousetraps on her
nipples were jiggling like vibrators. All of a sudden her climax
came and she screamed like a banshee and rocked herself back and
forth as her climax took over her wracked body. She had been
mercilessly teased for a week and a half. Her orgasm was intense.

	Her pussy juices flowed out around the vibrator and dripped onto
the floor. She let out huge gasps of air and sobbed.

	"Oooooooohhh! Yes... yes... yes... Unnnnnnnghhhhh!"

	Michele and Joyce watched her in fascination. It was the most
intense orgasm they had ever seen. If this was only after a week
and a half, imaging what she'd be like after being held back for a
month! Or two months!

	When it was finally over Maryanne's head dropped to her chest.
She still knelt there, her hands cuffed behind her back and her
asshole impaled on the polished dowel. Her breath was ragged but
she was still conscious.

	Joyce stood up and began getting dressed.

	"You bad girl! You weren't supposed to cum."

	Maryanne lifted her head slightly. She had drool coming down the
corner of her mouth and an almost idiotic grin on her face. She was
still taking ragged breaths. God, she'd NEEDED that orgasm...

	As Joyce and Michele continued dressing, Maryanne finally caught
her breath and regained her senses. Joyce grabbed her by the hair
and twisted cruelly.

	"Owwwwwwww!!"

	"I said, you were a BAD girl. You weren't supposed to cum. You
sneaked that one in while we were busy! You'll pay for that, cunt."

	Joyce signaled to Michele to help her and they both grabbed a
handful of Maryanne's hair, pulling her up off the dowel and to her
feet. Below her was a large puddle of her sticky goo.

	"Get down there and lick that mess up! Go on."

	Maryanne went back down to her knees and Joyce pushed her face to
the carpet. It was right in the puddle of cum in front of the
dowel.

	"Lick it up, all of it."

	Maryanne began licking the carpet. Joyce slapped at her ass as
she moved her around to get all of the cum spots. When she was
through she made her lick the dowel she had been impaled on like it
was a Popsicle. Maryanne was frantically trying to obey but Joyce
was clearly pissed.

	She cleared the papers off her desk and moved the telephone.
Michele helped her to drag Maryanne back up to her feet and over to
the desk.

	"Get up on it, cunt. Get up there."

	Maryanne still had her hands in cuffs behind her back, but aided
by Michele and Joyce, and a sharp slap on the ass, she was able to
get up into a kneeling position on the mahogany desk.

	"Get your head down and your ass up, you impertinent slut! I
don't want to see your ugly face. I just want to see that ass of
yours up in the air."

	Joyce pushed Maryanne's head down to the desk top. Her legs were
spread about a foot and her ass and pussy were sticking out.

	"You weren't supposed to cum, but you snuck one in. Now you'll
pay with your ass."

	Joyce slapped her very hard on her left buttock.

	"Owwww!" A large pink splotch appeared on her slightly plumpish
ass. It jiggled a little and Maryanne squeezed her cheeks together.

	Again Joyce let one fall on her right buttock.

	"Owwwwwww."

	The third time she slapped as hard as she could right across both
cheeks.

	"Owwwww."

	Joyce spanked her at least twenty-five times, until her own hand
began to sting. Then she switched hands and slapped her another
fifteen times. When she was through Michele got in about twenty-
five wallops of her own. Maryanne was pleading and crying. Her
shrieks had attracted attention and Joyce let the three women from
the front office in to help out.

	They each took turns spanking Maryanne's ass until it was a
bright pink. From there it went to a deep red. You could feel the
heat by just cupping her blazing cheeks.

	Maryanne was fidgeting from knee to knee and pleading with her
tormentors to stop. Her head was held down to the desktop and there
was no way she could escape the punishing blows to her ass. All
five women were breathing heavily as they spanked her, on and on.

	The vibrator was still clipped into her cunt and it poked lewdly
out at the women who were laughing now as they watched her ass
jiggling and begin to turn purple.

	After more than two hundred slaps they finally stopped. Maryanne
was blubbering and tears streaked her face. Her ass was so hot you
could fry an egg on it.

	"You can just remain like that for the rest of the day so anyone
who comes in can see how naughty you were! I have half a mind to
shave your head in a Mohawk and leave you tied ass-up like this in
an alley in the worst neighborhood in town, but I paid too much
money for you. Besides, there are a lot of things I want to do to
you over the next few years...

	Maryanne continued sobbing as each of the women cupped her ass
and remarked on how hot it felt. The three women from the front
office made it clear that they enjoyed playing with their former
rival and also enjoyed taking part in her punishments. After awhile
they went back to work, leaving just Michele and Joyce alone with
Maryanne.

	Michele fondled her sobbing former boss. She lightly dragged her
fingernails over her back and thighs. She fondled her hot ass and
jiggled the dildo that was still protruding from her backwards-
pointing cunt.

	"Well, gotta go now `smelly twat'. Joyce is gonna bring you back
for a visit tomorrow. Everyone in the office has been asking for
you. You can spend the night with us, too. Ted says that Bruno
misses his girlfriend."

	"Ohhhhh nooooooo... nooooooo... "

	Michele gave her a pat on the ass and winked at Joyce.

	"I can see she's in good hands with you, Joyce. See you later."

	Joyce put her arm around Michele's shoulder and planted a kiss on
her lips.

	"I enjoyed this afternoon very much. Come on over again...
anytime."

	"I will, Joyce. Bye."

	Joyce watched Michele open the door and leave. She then turned
her attention back to the quivering flesh kneeling on her desk and
she picked up the slide switch.

	"So, looks like we gotta get you back up to the edge again, as
quickly as possible."

	"She flipped the switch up and the humming started. Maryanne
began slowly rotating her ass and moaning.

	"No... please... no more... no more... "

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Boss FFM, fdom, bdsm, humil, anal)[4/4]
Date: 30 Aug 1996 15:24:23 GMT

			       The Boss
				  by
			       Dr. Phil
			       Part Four

	Joyce succeeded in getting the unfortunate Maryanne back up to
the edge in practically no time. The vibrator clicked on and off
all afternoon as her ass rotated and shook. She cried and pleaded
with Joyce to let her cum again, but to no avail. The next morning
she was trucked over to her former office to spend 24 hours as
Michele's guest. Her former employees were eager to see her again
and laughed as Michele rolled out Maryanne's now familiar cart with
much pomp and ceremony and set it up in her office.

	Knowing that they only had one day with her they wasted no time
showing her just how much they missed her! It was another very long
day spent moaning and twisting.

	Her ex-husband and his girlfriend came down again at lunchtime to
visit. He wanted to take a few snapshots for a party he was having
with many of their old friends and Michele gave him permission to
snap away. His girlfriend wanted to gloat.

	The next morning, after a seemingly endless evening with Bruno,
Maryanne was again led out to the alley where she crawled up into
the Evans Agency's panel truck. An hour later she was again
squirming, impaled on her dowel on the floor of Joyce's office.

	She spent the weekend at Joyce's house. Wearing only black
leather wrist and ankle cuffs she vacuumed, scrubbed the floors and
cleaned all six bathrooms in Joyce's sprawling home. She ate her
meals from a pet dish on the floor in the kitchen and spent all
three evenings chained outside with only a doghouse for shelter.

	On Monday morning Joyce decided it was time for a slight
variation on the previous week...

	"I've got something a little different planned this week,
Maryanne," Joyce gloated at the nude form crawling behind her. They
had arrived about an hour before the rest of the employees because
Joyce wanted some time to work on her slave before the office
opened.

	Maryanne just groaned as she felt the leash tug her into Joyce's
private office. Joyce put down her briefcase and removed her suit
jacket. She then picked the leash back up and led Maryanne into the
bathroom. Maryanne was ordered on her back on the cold tile. She
knew the routine by now. Joyce got out the razor and shaving cream
and proceeded to scrape away at her pussy and ass till they were
once again smooth as glass. When she was through she ordered
Maryanne to kneel upright and clasp her hands together behind her
back.

	Joyce left for just a moment then returned with a wry smile and
what looked like a hair clipper and a pair of scissors.

	Maryanne sobbed as she felt Joyce undo her greasy hair from it's
bun, then grab a handful of it and unceremoniously cut it with the
scissors! Again and again she snipped at it till the floor was
littered with black hair. Joyce then plugged in the clipper and
proceeded to give Maryanne a buzz cut. This was followed by the
shaving cream. Maryanne sniffed and winced as she felt the
scrapings of the razor on her head. She was being shaved BALD! No,
not quite bald... She felt Joyce tug on some hair that had
apparently been left on her head. Joyce grabbed three or four
rubber bands and began wrapping them around the hair that was left.

	With a giggle she shut the bathroom door and let Maryanne see
herself in the mirror that was on the back.

	Maryanne was shocked! She had prepared herself for bald, but this
was even worse! Her head had been shaved completely smooth except
for a single clump of hair right on the top. It hadn't been
touched. It was a clump about an inch in diameter and the rubber
bands held it together like a long black topknot! Her kneeling body
was completely nude and hairless except for this atrocity, and it
made her shoulders heave and shake as she cried.

	Joyce grabbed her by the topknot and swung her head sharply down
to the floor. She slapped at her upturned ass and told her to crawl
out of the bathroom and into her private office. When they got
there Joyce picked up the phone and dialed a number.

	"Mitch, this is Joyce Evans. Yeah, we're waiting for you. About
ten minutes? Great. Thanks."

	After she hung up the phone she sat down on the sofa that was
against her wall. With a smile she pulled her skirt up around her
waist.

	"Come here Maryanne. We've got ten minutes to kill. Get to work."

	She lowered her panties to just below her knees as Maryanne
crawled over and stuck her face right in her crotch. With a thigh
on either side of her face, the bunched up skirt on top of her head
and the already slightly musky panties below her chin Maryanne
stuck her tongue out and licked at her enemy's wet pussy.

	Joyce grabbed the topknot and yanked her face in closer.

	"I like this little handle I left! It's gonna be great for people
who want to pull your head around as you lick them."

	Maryanne blushed but kept licking. Joyce squeezed her thighs
together a little around her face and continued manipulating her
head by pulling on the topknot which she had looped around her
right hand.

	"Ahhhhh... this is the life! I paid a lot of money for you,
bitch, and I intend to get every penny's worth out of you. Work
that tongue in there harder! Lick the sides... ooooh... Get your
whole face in there! Lick deeper."

	Like an obedient puppy Maryanne licked at her Mistress' pussy. As
it got wetter and wetter she began making slurping sounds. Joyce
let her head fall back on the top of the sofa and closed her eyes.

	She had a contented smile on her face as she absent-mindedly tugged
on the topknot of hair in her hand. Life sure was good when you
were rich. The only thing better than being rich was getting
revenge. Being rich AND getting revenge was about as good as it
ever gets!

	About fifteen minutes later the door to the main office opened
and a male voice yelled: "Joyce! You back there?"

	"Yeah Mitch. Come on in." She pushed Maryanne's face away from
her crotch then pulled her panties up. She straightened out her
skirt as the door to her private office opened and a good-looking
man of about 30 walked in. He had very long sandy hair and a
moustache. He wore jeans and a sleeveless vest and carried a small
case with him. Maryanne lowered her head and stared at the floor,
but remained on all fours.

	"Hey Joyce. So this is your little friend, here?"

	"Yeah Mitch. She's been really looking forward to this. I'm glad
you could come so early. Need a hand setting up?"

	"No thanks. Actually, the morning light's pretty good for this.
Can I open a window?"

	"Sure, go ahead."

	Mitch opened both windows in the office then placed his case on
Joyce's desk. He turned and squatted down right behind Maryanne,
then lightly ran his fingertips around both of her asscheeks,
checking their firmness. He gave her a playful little spank then
smiled at Joyce.

	"What do you want, and where do you want it?"

	Joyce joined him behind Maryanne. She pointed a polished nail at
the top of Maryanne's left buttock.

	"Right here I want `SMELLY TWAT'. All caps, about a half inch
high. Use a lot of bright colors. I want people to be able to read
it."

	"Ohhhh! Noooooooo!!!" Maryanne gasped as she finally figured out
what they were talking about.

	"Shut up, bitch." Joyce slapped her ass. Unless you'd prefer to
have it BRANDED in, you'd better keep your fucking mouth shut."

	Maryanne whimpered softly.

	"Over on this side," Joyce tapped at the top of her right
buttock, "I'd like a simple line drawing of a naked woman on her
back holding her legs up and back and spread wide. In smaller
letters underneath it write `Fuck me, Spank me'. Okay?"

	Mitch licked his lips. He rubbed his thumbs along the areas to be
tattooed. He let the fingers of his right hand gently tickle the
hairless spread lips of Maryanne's cunt as he looked up at Joyce
and smiled.

	"No problem Joyce. You must really have it in for this bitch.
She'll be wearing these for the rest of her life you know... "

	"That's exactly what I want Mitch. Do a good job for me, dear.
This one's worth a big tip."

	"Yes ma'am!" He comically saluted with his left hand. He was
still tickling Maryanne's cunt with the fingers of his right hand.

	He removed it now and made a show of licking his fingers.

	"Mmmmmm... " he smacked his lips then stood up to get his
equipment out of his case.

	Mitch spent the next hour and a half working on Maryanne's ass.

	During that time the other three women in the office arrived and
all were fascinated by the artistry he used in tattooing the round
white cheeks before him. The lettering was bright and ornate, but
very readable, even from a distance. The line drawing of the girl
on her back was superb. The other three women giggled when they saw
`Fuck me, Spank me' begin to take shape beneath the drawing.

	"I guess high cut bathing suits are gonna be out of the question
for Maryanne, huh?" Nancy giggled.

	"All clothes are going to be out of the question for her," Joyce
countered, "except leather cuffs and leashes. The next time this
slut's at a beach the only thing she'll be wearing will be an old
dog collar and a vibrator stuck up her ass."

	They all laughed as Maryanne shuddered. They wouldn't actually do
that, would they?

	Joyce ordered the women back to their desks, then shut and locked
the door to her private office.

	"Really nice job, Mitch."

	She handed him an envelope with $400 in it. Mitch didn't even
open it. He just stuffed it into his bag with his equipment. He
looked at Joyce, then nodded his head toward the still kneeling
Maryanne and smiled. Joyce got his message immediately and smiled
back.

	"I think that when Maryanne sees what you've done to her ass
she'll want to thank you in a very special way, won't you
Maryanne?"

	Maryanne kept her head lowered and didn't say a word. Her arms
were trembling a little.

	<Smack!> "Answer me when I ask you a question."

	"Oww! Y-yes! T-thank you, Mitch."

	"No, you ungrateful little shit. Tell him how much you want to
suck his cock! Tell him to fuck you in the mouth and in the cunt
and in the ass. Wherever he wants to."

	Joyce crouched down and began slapping Maryanne's ass really
hard.

	"<Owwww!> T-thank you <Owwwww!!> M-mitch! P-ple <Owww!> P-please
let me suck your <Owwww!!!!> cock. Please! <Owwww!!!!> Fuck me in
the <Owwww!!!> m-mouth, and in the ass and <Owwwww!!> in the c-
cunt, <Owwww!!!!> Please!!!! <Owwwwwwwww!!!!!>."

	Maryanne was squirming her tattooed ass in an attempt to avoid
the punishing blows quickly raining down on it.

	Joyce stood up and then sat down comfortably on her couch, one
arm draped casually over the back. With her other hand she gestured
towards the sobbing Maryanne and gave Mitch a `She's all yours'
look.

	Mitch unclasped his large chrome belt buckle then unbuttoned his
jeans and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing tight white
cotton jockey shorts and Joyce watched his tight buns
appreciatively as he bent over to undo the laces on his sneakers.

	He kicked them off then stepped out of his jeans. He bent over and
caressed the still squirming backside before him. It was very warm.

	He used both of his hands to lower his jockeys then stepped out of
them too. He left his vest on.

	Mitch knelt down behind Maryanne and began tickling her cunt and
ass lightly. His own cock was hard as a rock and poked upwards at
a 45 degree angle. He grabbed hold of it and rubbed it a little
then slowly placed it right at the entrance to Maryanne's gaping
wet cunt. She groaned as he slowly pushed it in about halfway.

	With his right hand still rubbing at her clitoris he pushed his
cock the rest of the way in. Maryanne groaned loudly. He began
sawing back and forth and his eyes half closed as a slight moan
escaped from his own lips. Over on the couch Joyce was rubbing
herself through her clothes.

	Mitch was licking his lips as he slowly stroked in and out. He
felt terrific. In spite of herself Maryanne began panting and
rocking backwards to meet his thrusts. Suddenly he stopped and
pressed his loins solidly against her pussy, his cock imbedded as
far as it could go. Maryanne began to stiffen and gasp. Before she
could come he began slowly withdrawing from her.

	"No, no... " she whimpered as he completely removed his hard cock
from her.

	He reached his hand down and rubbed his fingers between her wet
pussy lips. He took the moisture and rubbed it around her asshole
and inserted the tip of his finger up to the knuckle to lubricate
the tight little hole.

	"No! Not there! I-I've never had it there before."

	Mitch ignored her plea and placed the tip of his penis right
against her brown little hole. He placed both of his hands on the
cheeks of her ass and used his thumbs to spread her wide open. He
then thrust firmly forward until his cock began slowly slipping
into that tiny passage.

	"Ohhh! You're killing me."

	Mitch laughed and continued plunging forward till he was buried
up to the hilt.

	"Ahhhhhh... " he moaned contentedly, then began the same sawing
motions he had used on her pussy. As his lower belly smacked
against the 45 year old's ass he enjoyed making the flesh of her
cheeks jiggle and shake.

	"So, you're virgin there, huh bitch?" teased Joyce. "Fuck her
good, Mitch. Fuck her up the ass! Ha."

	Mitch began fucking her faster and harder. Maryanne had her eyes
closed and was breathing noisily through her teeth. They humped
back and forth like that for about five minutes. Finally Mitch
slowed down and began withdrawing. Maryanne moaned her frustration
as the still hard and unspent dick popped out of her.

	"So, you like getting it up the ass, bitch?" Mitch chuckled then
slapped her across her ass as he stood up.

	Joyce had her hands under her skirt now and was openly playing
with herself on the couch, her eyes were glued to the scene before
her - the scene that she herself had set up. She licked her lips
appreciatively as Mitch stood straight up and strode confidently
around Maryanne so that he stood in front of her. His large penis
bobbed stiffly as he walked. It glistened wetly with the juices
from fucking both of her holes.

	Mitch knelt down in front of Maryanne and swayed his hips from
side to side, smacking his wet and slimy cock back and forth across
her face.

	"Open up, slut. Clean me off nice and suck me till I cum."

	He placed his cock against her lips.

	"Let's go, slut! Open up! Don't get me mad."

	Maryanne opened her mouth and was startled as he suddenly thrust
his penis inside. She began sucking on it for all she was worth.

	When she tried to use her hands to hold it he slapped them away. He
just wanted her mouth.

	He pulled it out a little ways and she began licking the shaft
from the base to the tip. She had clearly done this before! Mitch
thrust back into her mouth then grabbed her topknot and wrapped it
around his right hand.

	He used the topknot to pull her face forward and back, fucking
her harder and harder. Maryanne had given head before, but she'd
never been face-fucked like this. He held her topknot tightly and
began banging away at her face. She gagged a little but he kept on
thrusting in and out.

	Finally he was on the verge of cumming. He started groaning
loudly and moving his hips in a screwing motion. He started to
stiffen, then plunged his dick forward and pressed his hips against
her face.

	"Aaaaarrrrhhhhh!" He moaned as he felt his balls constrict then
suddenly he was shooting a squirt of his seed right down her
throat! She felt it hit the back of her throat then swallowed it
down as another spurt followed... and another. Four... Five... Six
spurts later the cum was dribbling out of the corner of her mouth
and out along his shaft. She kept trying to swallow as fast as she
could. She breathed noisily through her nose. At the same time
Joyce was having her own orgasm on the couch.

	Mitch's body went limp and he sighed heavily as he withdrew his
wet cock from Maryanne's mouth.

	"Whew! I needed that! Thanks Joyce."

	Joyce was cleaning her own hands with a tissue.

	"My pleasure too, Mitch." She giggled.

	Maryanne was still kneeling on the floor. She hadn't had her
orgasm yet and she strongly suspected she would not be allowed one.

	Her hips were still humping back and forth a little and she looked
at Joyce with pleading eyes.

	"Did you like that Maryanne? Would you like Mitch to fuck you
again sometime?"

	Maryanne moaned but Mitch piped in with a "Sure! Anytime Joyce."

	Joyce stuck the tip of her tongue between her teeth and began
stroking Maryanne's bare back.

	"Maybe next time I'll let Mitch take you to his motorcycle
buddies. They'd love to gang-bang you. And you're such a slut you'd
probably love it." She slapped Maryanne's ass for punctuation.

	"Wouldn't you, slut."

	Maryanne just moaned. She wanted desperately to squeeze her
thighs together but she obediently kept them spread wide as Joyce
had ordered they should always be.

	Mitch was busy putting his clothes back on. Joyce grabbed his
case and handed it to him at the door. She turned her face to him
and put one arm around his neck.

	"Mmmmmm... " they kissed. Thanks for coming, Mitch.

	"Anytime, Joyce. I mean it. Anytime...

	She unlocked the door and led him into the main office. He went
out the front door and a moment later she could hear his motorcycle
roar to life as he rode away.

	Joyce went back into her private office and stood in front of
Maryanne. She bent down and grabbed her topknot, then used it as a
leash as she led her crawling out into the main office. The other
three women began applauding. They could hear what had happened and
they reveled in her debasement.

	Joyce led her to an empty desk and made Maryanne crawl up on top
of it. On all fours, she was positioned so that her thighs were
spread wide with her ass facing back towards the three other women.

	Joyce took some ropes and tied her like that. She looped the
rope around her ankles and tied the ends off to the legs of the
desk. She also tied her knees to keep them spread wide and fastened
the ropes to the desk. She placed a stack of books on one end of
the desk and lowered Maryanne's head till her chin was resting on
them. Taking more rope she fasted her arms back to the same desk
legs that her feet were tied to. She also placed a coil of rope
around her back and looped it under the desk.

	This secured Maryanne in a most compromising and vulnerable
position. Her knees were spread wide and her ass and still dripping
pussy could be easily seen by her audience behind her. Her tits
were touching the desk top and Joyce took two small black binder
clips and clipped one onto each nipple.

	It's a good thing the ropes were tight because Maryanne almost
went through the ceiling! She began howling and pleading, so Joyce
took a handkerchief and tied it around her head, gagging her. It
wasn't a very effective gag. They could still hear her howling and
begging, but it cut down on the volume considerably.

	Joyce was so excited she almost wet her pants. She had been
thinking about this all weekend and she now went to her briefcase
and took out a jar and a brush.

	She placed them down on the desk and began rubbing Maryanne's
helpless cunt. As she got moisture on her fingers she rubbed it
along the backs of Maryanne's thighs and hips. She went back for
more. She was `milking' Maryanne for her sticky cum-juice and
smearing it all over her body as she got it. There were slimy wet
spots on her back, on her breasts, along both sides of her thighs.
Even on the soles of her feet.

	Joyce then opened the jar and picked up the brush. The jar was
filled with itching powder. She shook a little bit of it onto
Maryanne's squirming back, then used the small brush to spread it
around. In a similar manner she sprinkled and spread it on her
hips, thighs, belly... everywhere! The wet sticky pussy juice
helped it to stay put as she generously brushed it all over
Maryanne's nude body.

	By this time it had started to take effect. Maryanne began
twitching. The powder was tormenting her! The itching sensation
quickly grew past the point of where she could stand it. She began
howling through the handkerchief again. Much louder and more
insistent.

	Maliciously, Joyce continued to brush more of the powder onto and
into her. She brushed it all around and inside her pussy. She
brushed it up and down along the crease of her ass. She held her
asscheeks apart and twirled the powder-laden brush along the rim of
her asshole!

	Joyce got a little of the powder on her own fingers. It began to
itch terribly.

	"Damn!" she exclaimed as she rubbed her fingers against her
skirt. It barely helped for a moment, then seemed to get worse.

	She ran into the washroom and quickly turned on the hot water. She
grabbed soap and washed her hands very thoroughly. Her fingers
still itched! She lathered them up some more and re-washed them.

	Finally she rinsed them and wiped her hands dry. The maddening itch
had finally subsided.

	When she walked back into the main office Maryanne was bucking
like a wild bronco! The three other women had stopped what they
were doing and were staring, fascinated, as the nude woman writhed
in her bonds. Her ass was gyrating up and down, and around in
circles, tormented beyond belief by the maddening itch of the
powder. Her whole body trembled. Muffled howling escaped from her
gagged mouth. There were tears streaming down her cheeks and her
toes were clenching and unclenching as her body shook. What was
perhaps most pathetic was the way her asscheeks kept squeezing
tight so that the crease was a small vertical line, then a moment
later her ass would be thrust out revealing her pussy and anus,
both covered with the white powder. Nobody had ever seen anything
like this before. Nobody could imagine the horrible torment.

	Joyce felt a slight itching remain in her fingers from just the
tiny amount of powder that had touched her there. When she gazed at
the nude woman twisting and squirming helplessly before her she
involuntarily shuddered and squeezed her own thighs together. She
nearly had an orgasm watching her!

	Joyce went into a storage room and rolled out a large mirror that
was on wheels. She set it up beside Maryanne so that, with her head
turned slightly to one side, she could see her own body writhing.

	Maryanne saw for the first time the full extent of what Joyce had
done to her. Her entire body was hairless. Her head was shaved bald
except for a grotesque topknot left growing right out of the top of
her head. Her nipples were painfully pinched with metal binder
clips, and her nude white body was strapped helplessly as she knelt
on all fours shamefully exposed on top of a desk in the main
office. She couldn't see the tattoos on her ass but she knew they
were there and could imaging how horrible they must be! The itching
was driving her crazy! Saliva began dripping out of the corners of
her mouth and her whole body felt tormented beyond anything she
would have ever felt possible.

	Joyce leaned over to her and softly whispered in her ear that she
looked sexy being tormented. She told her that she'd be kept like
this all day long. People rarely came into the office, and even if
they did they'd just roll the whole desk into Joyce's private
office until they left. Unless, of course, it was someone that
Joyce intentionally invited over to revel and snicker at her
suffering. Like her ex-husband and his girlfriend. Or someone that
she screwed royally in a business deal. Joyce laughed and started
to slap Maryanne's ass, then caught herself just in time. She
didn't want any more of that powder on her hand!

	The other women giggled nervously, but stared at the unfortunate
Maryanne with rapt attention. Then they looked at their own boss.

	Joyce had driven the point home loud and clear. It was not a good
idea to become her enemy! It was even worse to become her enemy and
then fall into her hands...

			       The End