The Fall by dog4TheDicktator
The Fall
Part I
“Jack, it’s Christine, have you got a minute to talk about something?” It was Christine Bouvoisier, an up-and-coming star in the firm. And totally fuckable according to Jack.
Jack McLennan was the stereotypical Wall Street investment banker: well-educated, Yale then Harvard Business School, sophisticated, connected and not bad looking. And like most other young male bankers he was a skirt-chasing male sexist with a tendency to a foul mouth. Concepts like “cultural diversity”, “tolerance” and “respect in the workplace” meant nothing to people like Jack, and because they generated substantial revenues the firms pandered to their egos.
“Sure, come round”, Jack replied easily. He always liked seeing Christine. She joined the firm three years after he did: in fact she worked for him for a year when she first started, and he thought then that she was probably the smartest associate he had ever worked with. And there was no question that she was the best-looking woman in the firm. She transferred into the pharmaceuticals group rising rapidly through the ranks, making managing director at the age of 28 – the youngest ever in the firm’s history.
But she was different from the other women who worked there: she never flirted and she always kept her private life to herself. Even now he didn’t know whether she had a steady boyfriend. She had an impeccable reputation so he could only assume that she hadn’t slept her way to her current position. Her major fault, thought Jack, was that she didn’t find him attractive.
When she came in through the door Jack couldn’t help giving her an approving look. Tall, slim, with straw-blonde hair and blue eyes, she was one of the most beautiful women he knew. Dressed in an elegant two-piece suit, grey, with a simple cream blouse and heels that put her almost at his height.
Christine was also different in another way – she did not come up through the American Ivy League system, nor did she attend Harvard. She grew up in France, went to finishing school in Switzerland, then graduated from one of the most prestigious of France’s ‘grandes Ècoles’ with a degree in fine arts and humanities. And clients loved her – part of the reason that she was promoted so quickly.
“What can I do for you?” Jack asked. Christine sat down in the chair opposite without waiting to be asked, placed her Blackberry on the corner of his desk and crossed her legs. He couldn’t help but look. She smiled.
She got right to the point. “I’m going to be the next head of the Pharmaceuticals Industry Group”, she looked at him closely to see his reaction. Jack was stunned. She was five years younger, had three years less experience, and they were going to make her an industry head?
“That’s great, congratulations, I’m very happy for you”, he said, but not convincingly.
She ignored the bitterness. “Thanks. It’ll be announced officially tomorrow but I wanted to let you know beforehand. Jack, I’m going to need a lot of good people around me. I’d like you to join my group, reporting personally to me”.
Jack laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding. Why would I do that? I’m your senior by three years. It would be seen as a demotion. Plus it would take me out of the running for the head of the Financial Institutions Group”.
“I know for a fact that you won’t get that job. Steve’s going to get it. In any case, there’s another reason why you should consider my offer”.
“And what’s that? And how the hell do you know that Steve’s going to get that job?” replied Jack.
Her tone changed and she leaned towards him. “By joining my group, working for me, you’ll continue working for the firm. If you reject my offer not only will you lose your job, you’ll probably go to jail”. She ignored his second question.
Jack was staggered. “What are you talking about?”
“This”, said Christine, as she laid a piece of paper on the desk. “It seems that you have been very indiscreet in your personal financial dealings”. He looked at the page and recognized it immediately. It was a copy of a fax that he had sent last week – actually, he had asked his assistant to send it – to his private bank in Switzerland. His face went pale.
“Jack, you know that holding an account outside the firm is contrary to firm policy. If this information gets in the hands of the compliance department you’ll be fired without notice and you’ll lose all your deferred stock and option entitlements. Not only that, it will have to be reported to the NASD and no other firm on The Street will hire you. No doubt the IRS would also be interested in the unreported income”.
Jack was struggling with this. Usually he was meticulous. He always sent the wiring instructions himself, from home, but he remembered that he had had to send this fax urgently and against his better judgment had asked Melanie to send it for him. Melanie, the bitch, must have shown it to Christine.
He tried to give the impression of not caring. “Even if that were all true, none of those things would result in a jail sentence”.
“No, you’re right, those would be an inconvenience to you, but if you don’t agree to my terms I won’t hesitate to send this information to the Department of Homeland Security”.
Since 9/11, as part of Bush’s package of anti-terrorism measures, every US taxpayer has been required to file a return stating details of all offshore accounts. The US Government wanted to be able to track these accounts in order to reduce the risk that they could be used for financing terrorism. Failure to make a complete and accurate disclosure is a felony, and in these days of heightened militant extremism the US Government exercised its anti-terrorism powers rigorously.
Christine was getting impatient. “I don’t have a lot of time Jack. I need your answer right now.”
Jack knew that she had him right where she wanted him and he tried to think but at that precise moment she leaned back in her chair and quietly uncrossed and recrossed her legs. He heard clearly the static as her nyloned legs brushed against each other, and he thought again of what it would be like to fuck her.
He forced his thoughts back to the problem at hand. He didn’t have any choice and he’d have to accept her terms. If she was right and he wasn’t going to get the job as head of the FI Group, then maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to work for Christine. It’d be ten times better than working for that asskisser Steve. On the bright side he would be working more closely with Christine. Maybe in time she would fall for his charms?
Reluctantly he said, “OK, I’ll have to go along with it”.
“Good”, she replied. “I thought you’d see reason. This is the contract”. She pushed across a single piece of paper which he scanned quickly and scrawled his signature and handed it back to her.
“And you’ll need to sign this as well”. It was his resignation letter as an MD in the FI Group. He signed that too, and for the second time Christine smiled.
“Thank you Jack, I’ll get HR to process these right away”. She got up and left.
The first thing he did after she had left was to check to make sure all his money was still in his account. The security procedures at Swiss banks are extremely strict and he was sure that Christine would not have been able to break into his account, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He punched 9 on the speed dial and was quickly connected. An automated voice with a German accent asked him to enter his account number, then his PIN number, which he did. He quickly checked the balances and was relieved to know that everything was still there. He then hung up.
At that moment Christine came back into his room.
“Did I leave my Blackberry here? Oh yes, there it is. See you later Jack”, she said, picking up the Blackberry from the edge of his desk where she had left it, and walking out. He didn’t think anything of it.
Christine went straight back to her office. This model of the Blackberry has a digital voice recorder, something she wanted because there was always backstabbing and asscovering in the firm, and one never knew when one would need a recording of a conversation. She knew that Jack would use the speakerphone. Those assholes always did. They liked to put their feet up on the desk, lean back in their chairs and pretend they were important. She even saw him sometimes shooting baskets while on a conference call, using that mini-basketball hoop that he had put up in his office.
She fast-forwarded until she found the part of the recording that she wanted, then she picked the phone up, held the Blackberry to the mouthpiece and pressed play. The Blackberry did everything else. The keypad tones came through clearly, causing the electronic receptor in the handset to dial the number in Switzerland, enter the account number, and then the 14 digit alphanumeric PIN. It was so easy.
“Press 1 for account balances, Press 2 for transaction history, Press 3 to initiate a transfer” the automated voice told her. She pressed 3, entered the details of the account where the funds would be transferred, and it was all done. She smiled again for the third time.
Part II
It took Jack a few days to wrap things up with his group and move his things across the floor to Christine’s group. He hadn’t checked his account balance again, so he had no idea that his money was missing.
He asked Mimi, Christine’s assistant, to show him to his new office. “I’m sorry Jack, but there are no spare offices at the moment until we move to the 23rd floor. But that won’t happen for 2 months. Christine wants you to use that desk over there”. She pointed to an empty desk that was outside Christine’s office.
Christine was not in her office so Jack put his things on the desk and sat and fumed.
When Christine returned, Jack said to her: “I want to talk to you”. Christine looked at him sharply and told him to come into her office. She closed the door behind him.
“Jack, never, ever speak to me like that again. If you do I won’t have any hesitation in giving you a bad review in your year-end appraisal. Do you understand? The firm takes rudeness towards female staff particularly seriously. The Compensation Committee will not hesitate to adjust your bonus accordingly. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yeah”, he replied begrudgingly, “but there’s no office for me, I have to sit in the open office area”.
“Jack, I know, but there’s nothing I can do. You’ll have to wait until we move”.
As he was about to turn around she asked him casually: “By the way, are you doing anything tonight?” The question was totally unexpected and it had the effect of totally defusing Jack’s anger. He shook his head, hoping that she was going to suggest something like dinner.
“Good. Come round to my house at 8:00pm so that I can explain the next stage to you”.
“The next stage? What next stage?”
“Just be at my house at 8:00, Jack. I’m staying in the Hamptons this week. 25 Cedar Street, East Hampton. And don’t be late. I can’t stand people who are not prompt”.
Jack had no choice but to go along with this – he was in too deep. The fact that he even discussed the potential consequences of having a Swiss numbered bank account with Christine would have confirmed that he had not disclosed the account to the authorities.
Part III
He arrived outside her house shortly before 8:00pm. It was a big house. Two levels and probably a basement. He guessed four, maybe five bedrooms. He walked up to the door and rang the bell. It was answered almost immediately by a tall african-american, head closely shaven, wearing a tight T-Shirt that showed that he worked out a lot. What was he? Boyfriend? Man-servant?
“I’m here to see…” he started, but before he could finish he was interrupted.
“Ms. Bouvoisier is expecting you. My name is Robert. Please leave your Blackberry and cellphone here and then follow me”. Jack laid his Blackberry on the side-table and was then led into a reception room and sat down in one of the armchairs. Within a few minutes Christine walked in, looking stunning as usual. This time she was dressed casually – black jeans, combat boots, and a cashmere sweater. Her hair was tied into a ponytail.
“Hi Jack, thanks for coming round”. She sat down opposite him and didn’t bother with small talk.
“As you can tell I’m a very confident woman and I like to take charge of things, not only in my work but also in my personal life. I like men who submit to me, and I can tell which ones have that pre-disposition”.
She looked at him directly. “Do you follow what I’m saying Jack?”
Jack was feeling uncomfortable. Ever since he was young he had been irresistibly attracted to assertive women. He had tried to get some of his girlfriends to take a dominant role in the bedroom, but they weren’t really into it, and if they tried in order to please him then it was unconvincing and it didn’t work. But he didn’t know whether he wanted to reveal his innermost feelings to someone like Christine, who had already proved that she could be very dangerous with information. It didn’t make any difference – Christine’s eyes were burning, almost as if they were boring into his sexual psyche, sifting through the dirty secrets until she found the submissive streak that she was looking for.
“I think you are one of those men, Jack”. He couldn’t do anything but nod his head lamely. “Yes, as I thought. I want to see how you would shape up”. Jack started to sweat. Despite his reluctance to admit his feelings to Christine, the thought of this beautiful, strong-willed woman fulfilling his fantasy was too exciting for him to pass up. He had no doubt that she would be perfect – and she wouldn’t be pretending.
Christine had already decided and stood up. “Why don’t you follow me Jack”, she said as she turned around and walked towards the door. Jack obeyed without a word. She led him back out into the hall and then through one of the side doors, down some steps into what he thought would lead to the basement. It wasn’t a large room, and there was only a chair in the middle of the room.
“Take off your pants and underwear and then take a seat”. It wasn’t a request. Jack eagerly complied, but if he thought that the experience was going to be sexually stimulating for him, then he was dead wrong.
When he had sat down she quickly fastened his hands and feet to the chair by leather straps. She then straddled him, sitting on his lap and facing him. Her legs stretched across his thighs, her crotch pressed close to his. He was thinking that she would definitely let him fuck her tonight. Forever the optimist. Christine instead put a gag in his mouth. The last thing she wanted was an interruption to what she was about to say.
At that moment Robert entered into the room.
“Jack, this is what is going to happen. Robert here is going to shave off all of your pubic hair”. Jack’s eyes widened with disbelief. “You’d better keep completely still or that won’t be the only thing that he takes off. Then he’s going to fit this device around your cock and balls”. Robert handed her something from the bag, which she held up for him to see. It looked like a black plastic mould that was in the shape of a fat handgun. Jack had never seen anything like it before.
“It’s a chastity device Jack. A device to prevent a male from jacking off. And I designed it. It’s actually the best chastity device that money can buy, and it’s made for me by a small advanced materials company that I know in upstate New York. It’s made using carbon nanotechnology. Incredibly strong, so there is nothing in your house or the hardware store that will be able to make even a mark on this. You’d need a diamond-tipped machine tool to cut it, and if I were a man I wouldn’t want anything like that close to my nuts. It’s also very light so you’ll be able to wear it without any discomfort”.
Jack could only stare at it, not able to say anything. He thought that he was going to get laid tonight, but a chastity device? What was that all about? And the thought of Robert handling his cock and balls made him nauseous. He hadn’t reckoned on any of this.
Christine continued. “The design is based on the principle of a clamshell. The two halves fit around the cock and balls, then 2 spring-loaded clips, one around the base of the cock and one around the head of the cock, lock the two halves securely together. Each clip has an in-line, flush-mounted integrated lock, so there’s no padlock to get in the way. And there is only 1 key – this one”. She held it up so he could see. There weren’t the usual grooves along the tongue of the key, but instead a series of hemispherical depressions of varying sizes.
“It’s one of the most secure keys you can get and it can’t be duplicated. And this is the only piece of the device that is metal. The key is actually platinum because I love all things silver, and after Robert locks you up it’s going into my safe. I’ll bring it out occasionally but only when you are securely locked-up. I’ll also wear it out as a piece of jewelry when I go out to dinner, or to a club. If I find that you have attempted to remove the device, or if you tamper with it in any way, you’ll be getting a visit from DHS before you can say ‘Swiss Bank’”.
And with that she climbed off of Jack’s lap and nodded to Robert who started shaving Jack’s crotch. Jack was mortified, and he didn’t know where to look.
“I know what you’re thinking Jack. I could have chosen for Mimi to shave you but then you would have enjoyed that too much, and this is not meant for your enjoyment.” Jack hadn’t seen that Mimi, Christine’s assistant from the office, had entered the room and had been watching all the time. Jack groaned, but it was not from pleasure.
Christine was watching Robert expertly shaving Jack’s crotch. “Robert used to be a nurse so he’s very practised at this”. Robert had quickly removed all of Jack’s pubic hair and then fitted the device around Jack’s cock and balls, closing and locking the 2 clips. It was all over in 5 minutes. Jack was then released from the straps. He felt down and touched the device, but it was hard and cold to the touch. It fitted tightly. Too tightly for his liking.
“The great thing about this device Jack is that there’s not a single piece of metal in the whole structure, and yet it is stronger than titanium. Can you believe that? So you’ll be able to travel on planes etc without setting off the security scanners. We can’t have you being frisked, can we? Not that you’ll be doing any traveling for a while now that you’re working for me”.
She continued without waiting for him to respond. “Every month you will come to my apartment in Manhattan. You will be strapped down and Robert will release you from the device and clean everything. Then you will be locked again”.
“There’s one final thing before I let you go”, she added. “One of your other disturbing traits is your habit of making lewd and suggestive comments to female staff, or making them perform menial tasks for you, like getting you coffee, collecting your laundry, making personal reservations at restaurants, etc.” Jack had always known that his behavior was on the borderline of what was acceptable, but he had always assumed that the ‘girls’ didn’t really mind, and he always treated it as a joke. In any case, they all wanted to fuck him, didn’t they?
“That will all have to stop Jack. During these monthly maintenance sessions you will be blindfolded and on each occasion I will invite one of the women from the office to witness the event. They will take pictures of you so that, if you are ever tempted to be rude to any of the women, or treat them like your personal servant, I will not be responsible for their actions. And because you won’t know who has been invited for the private viewings I strongly advise you to treat every woman you encounter in the office from now on with the utmost respect”.
Jack could only drop his head in despair. On cue, Mimi took out her digital camera and took four close-ups of Jack in the chair, with his shaved cock and wearing the chastity cage. Robert was only too happy to pose with him, grinning broadly. He even took off his T-Shirt for the photo.
Part IV
The next day Jack walked into the office at 9:30am.
As soon as she saw him Christine said: “Get in here now Jack!” He got up and walked into Christine’s office, standing in front of her desk.
She looked up at him: “Jack, there’s one thing you will have to learn, and learn quickly, and that is that I like to start work at 8.00am, and I expect you to be here, every morning at the same time, or better still before I arrive. Have you got that?”
Jack nodded his head, feeling as if he were being scolded like a naughty boy.
“Also, I want to discuss with you your duties”.
“My duties?” Jack didn’t understand what she meant by ‘duties’. He had assumed that he would be allocated clients in her group, that she would accompany him initially to introduce him, and then he would be left to build the business relationships, win mandates and work on transactions. But duties?
“Yes, your duties. Your duties are to answer my telephone, maintain my diary, manage my appointments, prepare my business expenses, send faxes, prepare slides for my presentations, and anything else that I deem necessary. Is that understood?”
Jack was dumbfounded. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, I’m deadly serious. You resigned from your previous position of Managing Director, Investment Banking Division, you accepted the role as my personal assistant and these are the duties of a personal assistant. Read your employment contract Jack”.
Jack had only glanced at the contract that she had given him to sign. It looked standard, and he had assumed that the role in Christine’s group would be exactly the same as the one in his previous group.
“Don’t think that you can raise this with HR, Jack, otherwise I’ll have to explain to them some of the compliance irregularities. Now, I need you to take these pages and prepare some PowerPoint slides for a meeting I have in an hour. You do know how to do that, don’t you Jack?”
Christine had totally screwed him.
Part V
The following week Jack finally got around to checking his bank balance. There weren’t many transactions on this account so he only checked the balances every few weeks or so. Sometimes he didn’t check them for a month. When he saw the zero balances he leapt up and burst into her office.
“What the fuck did you do with my money?” he screamed at her.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Jack, and don’t talk to me like that. I’ve told you before”.
“Yes you do know. Someone transferred last week all the funds out of my account. Only you could have done that.”
“Jack, how could I have done that? I don’t have access to your bank accounts. If you have funds that are missing then perhaps you should report it to the police.”
Jack turned around and stormed out of the office. Not for the first time he had been out-maneuvered by Christine.
Part VI
After his initial, total humiliation at the hands of Christine, Jack eventually reconciled himself to his new way of life, but it took a while for the bitterness towards Christine to subside – too many changes had happened in a short space of time. Gradually things settled down and Jack found that working with Christine was actually quite an enjoyable experience. He started to become a model employee. Christine didn’t know whether it was the threat of being fired, going to jail, the chastity, or what, but Jack had definitely changed. Christine decided that it was most likely the chastity. She knew from experience that long periods of orgasm denial does that to a man: long-term enforced denial makes a man more polite, considerate and respectful, willing to please. There is probably a biological explanation for it, or it may simply be the fact that he was trying to get into her pants. Well, if that’s what he thought then he was going to be seriously disappointed, but it didn’t do any harm to let him continue thinking it.
Jack came to her Fifth Avenue apartment every month, was locked in the chair and blindfolded, and Robert cleaned him. Occasionally there were sores or lesions that needed to be treated, and Robert was well-qualified to deal with those too. Jack was always terrified at this point – what if it moved in response to Robert’s touch? He would close his eyes and try to think of other things.
Each time, Christine organized for a different girl to come round for entertainment and to take pictures. Once she organized a whole group – there were 6 girls, and then after Jack had left, red-faced, they all went out for dinner at Dorsia’s – Christine knew the chef and she could always get a table.
When Jack had finished 6 months of his education in modern manners Christine decided that it was time for Jack’s coming-out party. He arrived at her apartment as usual for his monthly clean and inspection, and after Robert had finished Christine told Robert to release Jack’s hands and feet from the leather straps, but to then relock them in shackles once Jack was free from the chair. Jack couldn’t fight this – he was blindfolded so he was disoriented when he stood up, and Robert was stronger than him. Within a few minutes Jack had been shackled at the hands and feet, then Christine had Robert lock a very short chain between Jack’s feet and his chastity device. The result was that Jack was forced to his knees. If he tried to get up as much as 6 inches off the floor there was an excruciating strain on his cock and balls.
She then dismissed Robert for the evening, and this time there were no girls.
She stood right over Jack, astride of him, and removed his blindfold. He strained to look up at her but he could only see as far up as her well-toned thighs.
“Jack, despite our superiority to men, most men can overcome a woman physically, so we have to even things up a bit. She took out a leather collar that she had brought in her bag, placing it around Jack’s neck, then attached a chain leash. She tugged on it and Jack winced. “Good”.
Jack was starting to get a little nervous and didn’t know what was going to happen with this unexpected development.
“It’s just you and me now, Jack”, she said to him softly. Jack always became turned on when she spoke to him in that voice. His cock surged in response but it was constrained by the chastity device. She bent down and put a ballgag in his mouth, fastening the strap around his head. She then led him over to the stairs and made him hop up the stairs on his knees as best he could. When he got to the top she pushed an earplug into each of his ears, then she took a black leather isolation hood from her bag and placed it on the top of his head.
While he could still hear she told him: “One yank on the leash means go forward. 2 yanks means stop. You’ll figure the rest out. And if you don’t do it right I’ll crop your ass.” Then everything went black and silent as she pulled the hood firmly down and tightened the straps.
One yank, and he crawled forward. After about 40 feet there were 2 yanks and he stopped. Then nothing, so he stayed where he was. After about 5 minutes he tried to move but found that his neck was immobilized. Christine must have tied the end of the leash to something. He got a sharp stinging slap from her crop, presumably for trying to move.
With all his senses impaired he had no idea how much time had gone by. Was it an hour? 2 hours? Every so often he would feel a yank on the leash and he would get off of his knees and crawl forward until he felt 2 yanks that told him to stop. Sometimes he was pulled to the left, and sometimes to the right. Occasionally he got smacked with the crop if he was slow to respond to the commands. All he knew was that his knees were sore from crawling on the hard floor, his back ached and his ass was burning.
After a long period of time with no activity, hands suddenly grasped his head roughly and he could feel the straps being undone. As the hood was removed he could hear Christine’s voice, getting steadily louder and louder as the hood slowly came away, saying “And now….the identity is revealed!”
He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light and looked around to find himself in the middle of Christine’s reception room. There must have been 30 guests standing around him, all dressed for a dinner party. He looked up at Christine, and even she had changed, into a tight knee-length black dress and high heels that emphasized her long legs. Here he was in front of all these people, naked, gagged and bound, prostrate at the feet of this beautiful goddess who was towering over him.
When the guests saw Jack’s face there were cries of surprise and laughter. After the initial shock Jack started to recognize some of the faces. With horror he recognized some of the girls from the office – presumably the same ones that had been invited round each month to view the show and to take photographs. Then he saw Melanie, his former assistant, the one who had shown the incriminating fax to Christine.
There were many faces he didn’t recognize and he was relieved that most of the people appeared to be friends of Christine’s rather than people from work or, god forbid, clients. Or the press!
But then he almost died of shame when he saw Steve Breitling, his nemesis at the firm, who had just been promoted to the head of the Financial Institutions Group, the job that he had coveted for 5 years. Steve was now headed right towards him, laughing loudly.
“Jack, I can’t believe that was you. Christine didn’t give us any clues so we were wondering for the whole of the evening”. Steve had to crouch down so he could speak to Jack face-to-face.
“Christine introduced you as her latest piece of modern art – ‘living art’ she called it. Hahahaha. But I had no idea that you were into this sort of…what would you call it? Lifestyle? Very brave, I must say, of you to do this in public. To go along with Christine’s game. Hugely entertaining for us all. You were the center of attention this evening”.
“By the way, you know that I would never have got this job if you hadn’t resigned, and then gone to work for Christine in that totally bizarre fashion. You were always the front-runner for this job. Whatever got into you?”
Jack couldn’t answer him, but his face was going a deep shade of purple.
Part VII
Christine of course had been right about the job as Head of Financial Institutions. But that was because she engineered the outcome, not because she knew what was in the minds of senior management.
The following morning Jack was walking along the corridor towards his desk and he could hear laughs and snickers behind his back. Word must have got out. When he got to his desk Christine called him to her office.
“Jack, you’re finished. I’m letting you go”, she said unemotionally.
“What? Why? I thought that you were pleased with me? I thought that I had become a better person? You can’t do this – I’m in love with you!”.
“Yes, but I’m bored with you now. It’s time for me to move on to more challenging things. You know, the hunt is always more exciting than the kill, and all that. Besides, I’ve fulfilled all the objectives for you that I set out with”.
“Objectives? What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s see. I’ve made you the laughing stock of Wall Street and no-one will give you a job in investment banking again. Your credibility is shot to pieces because you’ve spent too much time out of deal-making while you were making coffee for me. And then I made you into my personal bitchboy in front of clients and people from the firm”.
Jack didn’t understand. Clients?
“Oh, you didn’t know? I invited some of my clients last night, but I only took off your hood after they had all left. But they will know soon enough the identity of the man in the black mask”.
“So I have turned someone who was successful, wealthy and respected into a penniless, groveling slut who does anything that I say. It was a very interesting challenge for a time, I must say, but I’m finished with you now. But look on the bright side – you’re a better person now for the experience because I changed your whole attitude to women”.
She picked up the phone and punched an extension number: “Yes, this is Christine Bouvoisier. I’d like you to send someone up to Level 23 to escort Mr. McLennan from the building. As of today he no longer works for this firm. Thank you”.
She turned to Jack and said: “You’ve got about 5 minutes to clear your desk before Security arrives”.
Jack was stunned. He had no idea what he was going to do now. Christine could see what he was thinking.
“Don’t worry Jack, provided you are a good boy I’ll release those illicit funds of yours in 6 months’ time. I want you to suffer a little bit more, even though I won’t be around to enjoy your discomfort, so you’ll have to survive on whatever little money you can earn from a living. You might get another job as an office assistant – you’re at least qualified to do that, although only after my having trained you. I will give you a reference, but firm policy is to confirm only that you were employed here as an office assistant and that your salary was $18,000 a year”.
Within 10 minutes Jack was on the street outside the building, with a small box holding his personal possessions. From the 23rd floor Christine looked down to watch him as he walked away, shoulders slumped. Hmm, she thought to herself, a task very successfully completed.
But Jack had been too easy. Although it had been fun he had succumbed too quickly. She thought for a minute then turned around and picked up the phone.
“Steve Breitling”, came the response.
“Hi Steve, it’s Christine. Yes, good thanks. Have you got a minute? There are a couple of things that I wanted to talk to you about. Good, I’ll be right round.”
Copyright 09/19/2008 by Goddess Productions
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THE CUCKOLD – PART I
i don’t usually have a problem with insomnia. Occasionally i will wake in the early hours of the morning and not be able to get back to sleep, and that is usually caused by something that i have on my mind. Like this morning for example, when i awoke at 3am thinking about my upcoming move, and all the things that i have to organize before Friday.
My normal response to insomnia is to have a quiet stroke under the bed clothes. i find that it’s the perfect sleeping remedy. Once i reach an orgasm sleep comes quite quickly. To get myself in the right mood and to ensure a relaxing orgasm that will bring restful sleep i always use a familiar fantasy. There are variations, but this is how it generally goes.
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i am the live-in maid, servant and sexslave of the beautiful and exquisitely dominant Mistress Cassandra. It goes without saying that i am also Her cuckold. My duties are to keep Her apartment immaculately clean, cook all Her meals, launder Her clothes (including Her vast collection of expensive lingerie, all of which i have paid for, and which has to be hand-washed after every wear in a gentle lavander soap), buy Her groceries, carry out all the maintenance and repairs around the apartment, etc. i keep Her apartment stocked at all times with the most expensive French champagne – Cristal of course – for all those evenings that She has with Her male guests. i am the slave in the house, and Her slave. i pay all the bills. i do everything. Mistress never lifts a finger.
Don’t get me wrong. i’m not gay. i am not inclined to men in any way at all. In fact quite the opposite. But Mistress Cassandra likes to take heterosexual males, the more masculine the better, and turn them into slavish cockolds and cock-suckers. It amues Her to see men reduced to Her instrument, able to do only what She says.
Every day i make breakfast, lunch and dinner for Mistress, unless She is eating out. i am never allowed to speak to Ms Cassandra except in response to a direct question.
And i have to do all of this while at the same time being completely invisible – She does not care if i watch, and i can touch Her when i am ordered to, but She never wants to catch sight of me, otherwise i am punished severely. i live in a small room at the back of Her apartment, far away from Mistress’s view, a room not much larger than a walk-in closet. i am only allowed to carry out my duties when Mistress has left the apartment, when She goes to the gym, for example, or to the salon for Her weekly spa treatment (which i pay for), or to meet friends for lunch (Mistress Cassandra is a co-signatory on my credit card). Everything must be completed before She returns.
My most important duty, however, is to attend to Her “personal needs”. What are Her personal needs, you ask? These can be anything that pleases Her. Most of the time it will be something simple like making Her a fresh pot of white tea in Her fabulous earthen pot. Other times it can be something more…well, intimate. For example, on saturday nights there is always a massage and spa bath. The ritual begins around 5 o’clock, and i wait patiently for Mistress to return to Her bedroom, where She will undress and prepare Herself for 2 hours of exquisite pampering. She tells me that i give a better massage than any of the spas in LA, which makes me very proud to hear Her say that, and it is all due to the extensive training i have had, and a lot of practice with an extremely demanding Mistress.
Mistress will usually be relaxing on the sofa, reading a magazine, so i take the opportunity to walk quietly to Her bedroom and make sure everything is tidy – i straighten the bed, pick up and fold Her clothes, and reposition a few things on Her dressing table. From the closet i take out the folding massage table – it’s more than a table, actually more like a small bed. It has a heating element underneath the mattress so that Mistress will be kept warm until Her bath. Tonight i know that Mistress will want a coconut oil massage. This can be a little messy, so i place a plastic sheet on top of the mattress, and over that a clean white sheet. i carefully place a dozen or so lighted candles around the bedroom, and then light several aromatherapy oil burners – jasmine, frankinscence, lavender, and geranium are Her favorites.
i move over to the wall and turn on the sound system, raising the volume slightly until it is just right. i have become very good at judging Mistress’ moods after 6 months of serving Her, and tonight i choose chopin. i return silently to my closet awaiting the next phase.
i hear Her put down the magazine that She has been reading, and i know that She is ready. She walks briskly to the bedroom and i follow, walking softly and being careful to make no sound. i hold up a clean white sheet while She removes Her bathrobe and lies face-down on the massage bed. i place the white sheet over Her back and legs and instantly the sheet settles and forms itself into Her body shape. For a moment i lose concentration as i gaze longingly on Her beautiful outline, Her long, slender legs, and Her taut ass. i snap out of it – any hesitation is not tolerated.
For the first 4 months of my tenure as Mistress’s slave i was required to attend massage school, learning every type of massage, from basic swedish right through to shiatsu. Tonight Mistress will want something relaxing, and i guess swedish, but with some attention to those muscle knots. i have already placed the jar of organic coconut oil near the massage table, and i take a little out of the jar and spread it on my right hand. With my left, i carefully fold the top of the sheet down and start to apply the oil to Her smooth, flawless back. Coconut oil is one of the best massage oils, because It is solid at room temperature but it quickly softens when it touches the skin, and within a few moments the air is filled with its strong, heady scent.
i work quickly to relieve any remaining tension in Mistress’s body, paying close attention to the trigger points of the muscle knots. After 6 monthd i have gotten to be very expert, and i know exactly where those knots are on Mistress’s body. Mistress Cassandra always tells me that one is never a slut until one has gone to massage school.
After i have finished giving the massage, i leave Mistress to relax and go into the bathroom where i fill the jackuzi and quickly lay out everything that She will need. As the jackuzi fills with water, i drop in the epsom salts and check the temperature. i place a folded towel at one end of the jackuzi, where Mistress will rest Her head, and around the jackuzi, in a circle, i place 12 lavender candles and light them. Then i turn off the bathroom lights. Finally i turn on the sound system, which is playing the same music that is playing in the bedroom.
i know i only have a few minutes remaining before Mistress gets impatient, so i quickly return to the kitchen and fetch the Cristal champagne that i had put on ice exactly an hour earlier, and a tall champagne flute which has been chilled. i put both on the left hand side of the jackuzi, and then i return to the bedroom. i lower my head and eyes and hold out a long bath towel for Her to step into, and after She has wrapped the towel around Her, i escort Her to the bathroom. Again, i lower my head and eyes and hold the towel as She slowly descends into the hot, foaming water. i retreat and close the door gently after me, and then i hear the underwater jets of the jackuzi starting to swirl the water and the salts cresting up around Mistress’s magnificent body.
At this point i pause for a few minutes, and i can picture in my mind, in the finest detail, Mistress relaxing in the water, Her head back on the towel, Her eyes closed in a private reverie. Her hand moves slowly down, and Her finger lazily circles around Her sweet mound and then inside Her cunt as the hot water envelops Her body, and the sound of Chopin helps her slip away into a fantasy that i will never share with Her.
But i have many things to do before Mistress finishes Her bath – i have to remove the massage table, and clear away the aromatherapy candles and coconut oil. Her towel and bathrobe are warming, and i lay out on her dressing table everything that She will need very soon – all Her makeup, Her brushes, perfume, and of course Her luxuriant body lotion. This is my favorite. Previously, She has informed me of what She will be wearing that night and i lay out on Her bed everything that She will need. i check the bed to make sure that everything is perfect – Mistress hates folds or creases in the sheets. Everything has to be absolutely flat and straight. i make sure that Her nightstand has a good supply of condoms – i have to buy the extra large size in various colors (i am required to tell the assistant in the drug store, that i am buying the condoms for my Mistress’s lover, which always causes laughter in the line out behind me) – and of course i check the expiry dates. i light candles around the bedroom and turn down the lights then return to my closet for a few minutes rest before the next phase.
After 30 minutes i return to the bathroom, carrying a large bathtowel and a bathrobe that have been warming, and i knock gently on the door. There is no answer but i know that it is appropriate to enter. i hold up the towel in front of me in order to shield this divine Mistress from an unwanted lustful gaze and approach the jackuzi. Mistress steps out of the jackuzi and She takes the towel and wraps it around Her body, gently drying Herself. i know i have hesitated too long and i stand to the side, in a corner niche, head and eyes lowered while She finishes drying Herself, hoping She has not noticed my indiscretion. She notices everything, of course, and although She says nothing for the moment, i know that a punishment will await me later.
The slave is always naked, except for a titanium chastity device. The device has been manufactured specifically to Mistress’s specifications by Ms Lori, who specializes in chastity devices for slaves with uncontrollable masturbation urges. The slave was required to attend several fittings to make sure that it fitted exactly, and in between fittings the slave underwent a very painful apradravya piercing – this is a vertical cock piercing from the top of the glans of the cock through the bottom, at a slight angle. The piercing passes around the urethra. The device is based on Ms Lori’s #9 device, with two high security recessed locks, each with a unique key. The locks are also made of titanium. One locks the cock ring around its balls, and the other locks the piercing ring to the cock cage. The keys are kept in a safe, the combination to which only Mistress Cassandra knows.
There is a titanium bar that fits through the PA piercing and is then locked to the cock ring using a proprietary locking system, and once locked there is no way to remove it, without the key, except by tearing the penile tissue. The slut also has a piercing in its right nipple. A heavy weight hangs from the piercing which acts as a constant reminder of the slut’s subservience to its Mistress. There is a tattoo on the slut’s lower back which says Mistress Cassandra’s slave, but that was nothing compared to the two painful brandings on Her cock – on one side useless fucktard, and on the other side Mistress Cassandra’s cuck- both of which were applied while the piercing was healing.
When the piercing had fully healed, the device was placed on the cock and it hasn’t been removed since except for regular cleaning. Mistress Cassandra would never deign to carry out the cleaning, and so once a week once of Mistress’s shemale friends comes to the house. The slave is rendered immobile, by locking its hands and feet to manacles that are set into the basement wall. Once immobilized, the chastity device is removed and Her cock is cleaned and inspected for any lesions. The cock cage is then replaced and the slut is released.
When She is ready She snaps Her fingers at me, and i step forward, without looking up, holding out the bathrobe for Her to step into. She lets the bath towel slide gently to the floor as She fastens the bathrobe around Her beautiful breasts, and then She steps over the towel and past me as She walks back to Her bedroom as i follow slavishly in Her wake.
She stands, erect, in front of the full-length mirror, expectant, and i know what i am supposed to do. i turn up the music slightly, turn down the lights, and reach for the bottle of body lotion. i apply a generous amount to the palms of my hands and rub them together to heat up the lotion and to volatise it. Then i get down on my knees and gently apply my hands to Her taut hamstrings and calves, working the lotion into her smooth skin. i work down to Her feet, which She lifts up, one at a time, while i work the lotion into Her soles and between her toes. i pour some more lotion into my hand and then work it into the fronts of Her thighs and down the front of Her legs. Some more lotion and i move up to Her tight ass. If i am lucky, She will allow me to part Her cheeks a little and smooth some lotion in between. i am never allowed to move down to Her asscrack, and never, ever, allowed to touch her cunt. i know She keeps it closely shaved, and when i am close, i can smell her magnificent scent – it’s intoxicating. i have never smelled anything so sweet, so heady, so…..captivating. i swear that any man who catches that scent would be immediately enslaved to her – i know that i am.
Impatient with the slut, She moves away and sits down at Her dressing table. She quickly and expertly applies makeup to Her face. She doesn’t really need any makeup at all, being naturally beautiful, but the makeup accentuates Her beauty. Occasionally She will tell me to pass Her something – a brush, her hairdryer, nail polish. She dabs a little perfume behind Her ears, on Her wrists and on Her ankles.
When She is satisfied She gets up and i know that She is ready to get dressed. First come the bra and panties. La Perla, black, in the finest Italian tulle. The panties are a g-string, which She steps into and i help to pull them up, making sure that the little triangle is aligned with the small of Her back. Sheer black thigh highs in the finest denier ,and extremely expensive, follow. For this, i am required to put on special gloves so that that i do not cause any runs. i roll up the first of the stockings, and She steps into it, and i carefully, very carefully, pull the stocking over Her heel, then roll the delicate material up her leg. The elasticised top grips the top of her thigh, and i then roll up the second stocking, making sure that they are both straight and perfectly aligned. i check to make sure that there are no runs – if there are, i know that i will be punished severely.
A short black dress follows, and i ease it up, listening to the sound that is made by the dress slithering over Her stockinged legs, like 2 snakes making love. i pull the dress up over Her hips, guiding Her arms through the sleeves and then zip it up the back, adjusting it until it looks perfect. i bend down and place Her perfectly pedicured, stockinged feet into the black, Monolo Blahniks, and She is almost ready. The only remaining things are Her jewelry, which She takes care of, and Her handbag.
She looks in the mirror and Her cock makes an involuntary twitch inside its cage. She looks devastating. And She is dressed for someone else. She picks up Her handbag and strides to the bedroom door, then downstairs. i race after Her in order to keep up. When She reaches the kitchen, She opens one of the cupboard doors, the one with the crystal glassware, and places 2 champagne flutes on the table.
For a moment i am confused. Two glasses? What does that mean? Could it mean, after all this time, that Mistress Cassandra will bring me closer into Her life?
She tells me to open another bottle of Cristal and to fill the glasses, which i do nervously, not believing that this is finally happening to me.
Then there is a knock on the door.
“Answer the door slut. And go as you are. You won’t need any clothes.”
And my question is answered. The second glass is obviously not for me, and all i can do is say:
“Yes, Mistress”, trying not to sound disappointed, but i fail because Mistress has instantly detected the tone of my voice. “you weren’t huffing and puffing, were you slut? because you know what that means if you were”. “Yes Mistress”. She lets it pass, for now, and tells me to open the door.
When the slut opens the door its gaze is met by a 6′ 2 blonde, blue-eyed guy, probably in his late 20s. He obviously works out because the slut could see his biceps straining at the short sleeves of his white T-shirt. He is wearing jeans, and a black belt.
“slut, this is derek, and you’ll be seeing a lot more of him in the future. Seeing him in more ways than one”, She added, laughing. The slut hadn’t heard Mistress Cassandra come up behind it. She was holding one of the glasses of champagne.
“Now, slave, I want you to bring derek that other glass of champagne. We’ll be sitting on the sofa together”.
When i return with the second glass of champagne, Mistress Cassandra is sitting back on the sofa, Her long legs crossed. i can see the tops of Her stockings and not for the first time, Her cock gives away its feelings.
“slut”, Mistress Cassandra begins, “I want to tell you a little about derek. he used to live with me, but has been away for 6 months. he’s a very successful entrepreneur, wealthy, and has no trouble at all in attracting any woman that he wants. But, he always knows who to come back to. Who do you think that would be, slut?” She asked, leaning forward, waiting for my answer.
“You, MIstress”, i respond, totally confident in my answer.
“Yes, that’s right! Me. his sexy, dominant Bitch. Although he would never be submissive to Me, he likes the fact I am extremely dominant. Other women fall all over him, and give themselves up to him too easily. So they bore him. But he always comes back to Me. And let me tell you something else about derek. Not only is he a very, very masculine, heretosexual male, more than you could ever dream of being, but he also likes to shove his 12 inch dick into a sissy’s mouth. And guess who’s mouth that is going to be”. It wasn’t a question, and She didn’t wait for an answer from me.
“And if the sissy doesn’t like sucking cock, so much the better! Now, let me lay down a very simple rule that you will always follow. you will always address derek as ‘sir’. derek is my guest, and you, as My slave and the slave in this house, you are also derek’s slave. you will do to derek whatever i say, and you will do whatever derek tells you to do. Is that clear slut?”
i only just manage to whisper “yes Mistress”.
“i didn’t hear you slut! Is that totally clear?”
“Yes Mistress, totally clear”, i say in as clear a voice as i can manage, my head lowered, not able to look at T/them.
Mistress Cassandra dismisses me for the evening, and i return to my closet. During the night i hear the sound of derek making love like a bull.
The following day i clean up as usual. There’s no sign of derek, and i am very relieved. When Mistress Cassandra eventually awakes, She is unusually kind towards me – some encouraging words, not Her usually bitchy self. derek obviously agreed with Her.
Towards the end of the evening, there is still no sign of derek, and i have almost forgotten him, like he was a bad dream. Mistress Cassandra signals to me to come over to her, and i scurry to Her side, head lowered. Mistress Cassandra is relaxing on the couch, and is only wearing one of the very expensive sets of lingerie that i have bought for her.
“slut, i know you have feelings for me” She says, and i’m wondering what’s going to come next.
“Even last week you almost gained ‘entry’, if you know what i mean”. At the mention of ‘entry’ She smirks a little. “It was a wonderful balmy night. The sound of ocean waves and the sweet scent of Jasmine wafting in on the sea breeze. In a moment of weakness I sat on your face and shoved my cunt into your mouth. And you licked and sucked hungrily as if it were the only pussy you had ever tasted. I haven’t told you this before, but that night I almost came”.
i can’t believe that She is saying this to me. i cast my mind back to when i first answered the ad for a live-in slave, and She accepted. For the following 6 months, it was just me and Her. 6 glorious months, making Her breakfast, cooking lunch, massaging Her body, sleeping at the foot of Her bed. i felt like i was in heaven.
“But then I remembered what you are. you’re just a sissy fag, and sissy fags don’t get to give their Mistresses orgasms. When i was about to come i climbed off your face, turned my back on you, and finished the job myself. I then stood up in front of you and you had a long look at My beautiful cunt”.
i remembered only too well. She has a brazilian wax which shows Her lips in all their glory. Her beautiful lips….
She turns to the slut, and there is now a hardness to Her face, and i am pulled back to the present situation very forcibly. “But then I saw you sleeping next to Me and I felt sick. you, with your cock lock on. And I took My foot and I kicked you off of the bed”. “Don’t think you will EVER, EVER get this in any sort of manly way. you are only good for sucking my pussy, and now that derek is here you will suck derek’s cock when he wants it”.
“If i ever invite you into my bed again, you will refuse. Is that clear? This bed is only for derek. you will sleep only on the truckle bed”.
“yes Mistress”, i say feebly.
i am looking at Her, and despite of what She is saying, in fact, probably because of what She is saying to me, my cock is very hard. Harder than it has ever been.
Mistress Cassandra is now laughing very hard. “you will never have that pussy of mine. you are the slave of the house and you always be”.
Thoughts are racing through my head. She does not need me. i’m just there for her amusement. i am only there because i answered the ad, the ad to be Her slave. But i thought that W/we were getting on so well. After all those intimate moments together, why wouldn’t She want me?
My face gives away my emotions.
“Why so forlorn, slut? What’s wrong? Do you think you deserve me? Is that it? Well, stand side by side with derek and compare yourself to him. Who’s the stud and who has the bigger dick?
And all i can do is drop my head and whisper “Master Derek, Mistress”
And who is the sissy?
“i am, Mistress”.
“Of course you are. And the only reason you are here, slut, apart from attending to derek, is to serve Me.
‘Yes Mistress”.
“Look at my little slut. it was 100% heterosexual when it first came to Me in response to My ad. Quite good-looking actually, if a bit effete. But look at it now. I have turned it into a cuckold. it has learned how to give Me massages, how to wash my dirty lingerie. Now it will learn how to suck cock and to please a man. How to make him hard and prepare him, so he can give me the fuck of a lifetime, and then eat the cream pie out of my cunt”.
“Yes Mistress”.
“The problem, slut, is that you got too caught up in the fantasy. Its not like i didn’t warn you. Now that derek has come back to Me in a big way, he will want you to suck his cock every time he comes over. Too bad you never had a chance to fuck me, or even lick my pussy.”
“Awwww, what’s the matter? Are you boo-hooing? TOO BAD! Guess what? I DON’T CARE!”
“But”, She goes on to say, “I will marry you. For your money, because men like derek are unreliable and I need someone to support my expensive lifestyle and also to be My slave. I will marry you, and there will be a prenuptual agreement but, rather than separating O/our assets, you will assign all of your assets over to Me. you will also grant Me an unlimited power of attorney over all of your legal affairs. I will then make you change your legal name to something extremely humiliating – hmmmm, let me think about that. you will adopt my last name, but your first name will be ‘chantelle’ – what do you think? actually, I don’t care what you think. And if you don’t serve Me adequately, and do everything that I demand, I will instantly divorce you and leave you without a cent.”
i can only look down – the thought of being married to this Goddess is a totally exhilarating thought. Perhaps it would be worth it to hand over to Her total legal and financial control….
My thoughts are suddenly interrupted. Mistress Cassandra has moved on to something else.
“By the way slut, derek is coming round again today, and when he arrives, you are to tell him about your indiscretion from that night in My bed, and you will accept whatever punishment he hands out to you”.
Right at the that moment there’s the sound of tires as a car pulls into the driveway.
“Now, here he comes. I want you to greet derek at the door. As he comes through the door, you will drop down in front of him. you will run your hand up his leg up to his crotch, take his cock out of his pants, and put your lips on the tip. you will then tell him about your indiscretions from that night, and you will accept whatever punishments he hands out to you. Well, what are you waiting for??”.
i rush to the door just as derek is about to knock. i open the door as instructed and get down on my knees in front of him. i start to tell him about what happened that night, the longing that i had, the intimacy that i had experienced with Mistress Cassandra, the glimpse that i had had of Her cunt. As soon as i say that i have seen Her cunt, derek flies into a rage and slaps me across my face, sending me reeling across the floor. he steps over me and comes to his gorgeous Mistress, pulls his pants down and draws out his massive cock. With his hand on his raging cock, he pulls Her up against the wall and puts his cock into Her hot, soaking cunt. And all i can do is look on like a dog.
While he is fucking Her all i can think about is what Mistress told me earlier: i am a sissy. i am a cuckold. i will never have the pleasure of making love to my beautiful Mistress.
At that moment, as derek puts his enormous cock in Her, She looks at me over his muscular shoulders.
“I didn’t tell you to look at Me you filthy slut! Get on your knees and crawl to your closet and stay there until I say you can come out”.
i turn around and crawl away.
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But as i reached down in order to stroke a little and then reach that climax that i knew would soon bring merciful sleep, my hand touched the hard plastic shell that encases Her cock and prevents any form of stroking. So sleep was to be denied to me by The Dicktator as well as an orgasm! Oh well, time to revert to my fantasy.
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