The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)
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				Title: <strong>The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 18:13:27</strong>
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				Carly looked around the office.&nbsp; She was alone now, the straight guy who owned this dump having gone out to lunch.&nbsp; She had been interested in the secretarial job because the business supposedly involved selling ad space on websites, and she had figured that since she knew the web backwards and forwards, she would be good at it.&nbsp; But she had also thought that the people who would work in such a business would be cool, it being the web and all.&nbsp; But this guy was a dweeb.&nbsp; He wasn't even a nerdy tech guy; he was just a businessman.&nbsp; So boring!&nbsp; Why he had hired her, with her short black hair with the bright red stripe, the septum ring and and the eye makeup so dark that it looked like she had two black eyes, she could not figure.&nbsp; It wasn't like she had big tits or anything like that.&nbsp; In fact, she was about as flat-chested as girls came, as was perfectly clear from a quick look at the tee-shirt she wore with no bra.&nbsp; There were certain girls who liked her look very much, but not a guy like this one!<br><br>It was weird that he had left her alone in the office on the very first day on the job.&nbsp; How did he know that she wouldn't just rip him off and leave?&nbsp; She looked at the list of tasks he had left and smiled.&nbsp; Dream on, buster.&nbsp; She wasn't getting paid enough to work when she wasn't being watched.&nbsp; Instead, she flipped on the web and went straight to her favorite site, one called collarme, where kinky guys kept looking for girls like the one she pretended to be.&nbsp; In a moment she was lost in fantasy, unaware that a camra was filming her as she put her hands between her legs and gave herself a really nice treat.&nbsp; She was also unaware of the program that not only tracked her site visits, but each keystroke she made, even when she switched out of collarme and over to gmail, when she wrote her friends that they should plan on coming over at lunch time tomorrow and filling up on supplies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 12:39:53</strong>
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				William Steele, or just Bill to some people, came back into the office after an hour-long lunch. He passed her desk and simply gave her a nod before heading into his private office. The blinders were closed and he remained inside for a long time.<br><br>He was somewhere in his thirties, tall and broadshouldered with dark hair that was cut in a two-hundred-dollar haircut. His suit was handmade; elgant but conservative. He was smoothly shaved and tan - but carried himself much more like a classic businessman of a previous generation than some car-salesman or sleazy corporate executive.<br><br>He finally opened his office door. "I would like to see you in my office." He left the door ajar and sat back at his desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 15:10:03</strong>
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				Carly rolled her eyes.&nbsp; Then she some time looking in her purse, checking her email and straightening her desk.&nbsp; When she finally was ready to slouch over to the door of his office, she was smiling inside.&nbsp; This guy would be easy to keep in line and off her back.&nbsp; He hadn't even called her a second time!&nbsp; <br><br>Swinging the door fully open, Caly leaned against the door frame, making sure her slim body was tauntingly posed.&nbsp; Her black eyes were matched by her black tee-shirt, black jeans, and black boots.&nbsp; Around her neck were at least a dozen steel chains of various sizes and lengths.<br><br>To the man behind the desk, she said, with only a trace of sarcasm, "You wanted me, Mr. Steele?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 15:22:46</strong>
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				"Ah, yes. Sit down." he motioned for a chair opposite his desk.<br><br>"There's just a small matter I was wondering if I could discuss with you. Have you heard of a website called collarme? It seems our server logs shows that it has been accessed recently.<br><br>He waited for her to deny it, then casually told her "did you know we have security camera's filming your desk and software that monitors all your online activity? I bet you didn't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 16:15:44</strong>
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				Although her heart started to pound, Carly didn't miss a beat.&nbsp; "I don't know anything about collarme, but I do know this, Mr. Republican, if you filmed me without my permission you are in BIG trouble."&nbsp; She scowled at him, and raised her eyebrows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 08:58:32</strong>
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				"Actually, there's a legal presedent for surveillance of private property." Mr. Steele was quite calm. "Anyway, if you had read your employee contract in detail, you would have found out that you actually signed consent for such camera monitoring. But I suppose you were focused on the line detailing how much you'd get paid by the hour. It's not like a lot of people read the 'disclaimer' any way."<br><br>He sat back in his chair, fingertips from one hand meeting those of the other. "And then there's the matter of promising your friends supplies from our storage. Which I'm sure could have quite serious legal ramifications. I guess the bottom line is this: Do you want the video of you <em>rubbing your cunt </em> spread online or not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 19:17:03</strong>
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				If carly blanched internally, she did not show it.&nbsp; "You little pervert.&nbsp; Watching me play with myself, were you?"&nbsp; She laughed out loud. "Well, if you think I give a shit about someone seeing me frig myself, you are dead wrong.&nbsp; My friends have seen a LOT worse."<br><br>She walked over to Steele's desk, and leaned in close, speaking with a precision one wouldn't have thought possible from a girl who looked as she did.<br><br>"If you even begin to think of using your illegal tape against me, I'll tell the world how you tried to rape me." Then she whirled and left the office, slamming the door behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 09:29:23</strong>
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				Bill sat back. This girl was a little more feisty than he thought she'd be. He was good at picking them out, but he was unsure if he had been right this time. If he was right though, she'd be incredibly interesting to 'convert'.<br><br>She was obviously defensive and she needed to let possible implications sink a bit. Persuing and threatening her right now, would obviously lead to catastrophe. He let her sit at her desk and think for a while.<br><br>He waited an hour or so, then he moved out of his office and over to her desk. "Carly... I'll be frank with you, and say this as plainly as I can. You might threaten me with a rape charge, but you and I both know that won't do. I mean, they have problems convicting <em>real </em> rapists, don't they? And can you imagine how hard it would be for you to get another job when everyone learns that you might steal from your employer."<br><br>"Anyway, I'm not going to fire you and I'm not going to show these tapes and computer logs to anyone. I want you to keep working here, as my secretary and just do what your employer tells you to. To be as good a secretary as you can be. You can take the rest of the day off. If you don't find this acceptable, don't bother come in tomorrow. If you agree with me, you can come to work as normal. And... wear a skirt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 13:40:29</strong>
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				Carly couldn't believe her ears.&nbsp; This guy was an unbelievable soft touch, she thought as she hit the bright street.&nbsp; There was no way she would quit this gig when she had a boss like this, and if he wanted her to wear a skirt, she would do exactly that -- and it would be a skirt he would not soon forget!&nbsp; She considered whether she should go commando tomorrow, and decided to leave that choice for the last minute.&nbsp; She loved conflict, so this job was off to a good start!<br><br>As she strolled along, she thought about what Steele had on her.&nbsp; The frigging on tape was nothing.&nbsp; She didn't care who saw that, and his filming it was almost worse.&nbsp; But she would have to tell her friends to hold off on the looting.&nbsp; She grinned as she flipped open her cell.&nbsp; "Luke...forget what I said about the office tomorrow...I'll explain later."<br><br>It was the collarme stuff that worried Carly a bit.&nbsp; How much detail could he see?&nbsp; Shit!&nbsp; He might have her login!&nbsp; She picked up her pace, now needing to get home to change her password.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 10:34:38</strong>
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				Mr. Steele had obviously logged everything and saved it. He was going to review everything about her profile and the tapes of her activities, to prepare for the next day.<br><br>He arrived early and checked his watch. It would be interesting to see when Carly would arrive and what she would be wearing. He didn't have a clear strategy for the day, but had outlined several options to choose from, pending his observations.<br><br>He was wearing a lighter gray suit today with a white shirt and no tie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 13:20:07</strong>
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				By the time Carly got home, she had worked up a sweat, something she never, ever did if she could avoid it.&nbsp; She went straight to her computer and logged in to collarme.&nbsp; &nbsp;Everything seemed to be in order, but she grimaced when she read her profile, and it was even worse when she read some the notes she had sent to the dominant men who contacted her because her profile proclaimed that she was a slave who wanted to be owned and treated as nothing more than property.&nbsp; Carly removed the worst of these, cursing herself under her breath, but found that she could not remove them all...and when she went to change her profile, she just couldn't.&nbsp; It had all begun as a game, she remembered clearly, but at some point something had changed, and what had just made her laugh at the start had started to make her wet.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the total seriousness of some of the men who said they would treat her like what she was -- a piece of meat to be used.&nbsp; Her fantasies of life around such a man had gotten extreme indeed, and she shuddered to think that Mr. Steele had almost had a chance to read what she had written back.&nbsp; She would not log in to collarme again from work.<br><br>A bit shaken by the fright, Carly begged off the evening she had planned with her friends, and got up early to make it to work on time.&nbsp; As instructed, she wore a skirt, but because it was a black mini, and nothing else was changed, she barely looked any different when she arrived at the office well in advance of the 9AM start time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 13:40:50</strong>
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				Mr. Steele stood next to the coffee machine when Carly entered, getting himself the first cup of the day. He glanced at her, then returned his attention to his coffee mug. After a while, he spoke to her, without turning.<br><br>"The skirt is acceptable. You will wear skirts to work every day. Furthermore, you will wear high heels and your appropriately long fingernails will painted red, or pink. Black is not acceptable."<br><br>Without waiting for any response, he headed for his office and closed the door. After an hour, he was at the door again. "I'm having some business associates over for a meeting. Make sure to treat them as hospitable as you can. You will serve us coffee, tea and mineralwater. Understood?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:52:22</strong>
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				Carly was relieved that there was nothing about the website.&nbsp; At least that secret was intact.&nbsp; She had nodded appropriately when told about the fingernails, thought the idea pissed her off.&nbsp; But what really pissed her off was the thought of having to play secretary for a bunch of dweebs.&nbsp; She wasn't sure she could pull it off, and was beginning to think that perhaps she should just give this up and look for something that fit her personality better, when her cell phone rang.&nbsp; The voice on the other end used the nickname she had adopted on collarme!&nbsp; Her heart started pounding and she hung up, looking around as if the guy had called from the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 13:27:35</strong>
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				After a while, there was a buzz on the door. Mr. Steele's business contacts were arriving. There were three men outside, all dressed in nice suits, waiting to be let inside.<br><br>Mr. Steele came out of his office, holding his cell phone in his hand. "Would you get that, I'll wait in my office. And be...polite. These guys prefer being called <em>sir</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 11:26:49</strong>
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				Mr. Steele's last comment, made Carly's ears burn.&nbsp; In her fantasy letters on the internet she always referred to men as "sir."&nbsp; Was it just a coincidence, or did this mean he HAD gotten in to see her thoughts and passions in her secret life?&nbsp; In any case, she couldn't deny that all of a sudden, the thought of being in a room with these three strangers, and serving them food and drink while calling them sir, had her a bit excited.&nbsp; She pushed the worries about the strange phone call out of her head, and turned to Mr. Steele to say, "Yes Sir, right away Sir."&nbsp; But there was too much of the sarcastic goth girl in the words, and they sounded like an insult rather than compliance.&nbsp; Even Carly realized this, as she walked to the door and opened it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 12:56:48</strong>
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				Mr. Steele remained unemtional to Carly's touch of sarcasm. Everything was going according to plan. It might involve a great deal of improvisation and might not necessarily get precisely where he wanted, but it was all good for now. He moved back to his desk to get some papers, then sat down at his converence table.<br><br>The door opened and the three business men stood watching Carly. "We're here for a meeting with Mr. Steele." One of them said, quite stern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 13:45:26</strong>
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				Immediately Carly wished she had not been so reckless by wearing the mini-skirt.&nbsp; She saw that each man seemed to take special note of it, while their eyes made use of her more completely than Carly was accustomed to -- and she had seen lots of male (and female) eyes drink in her slim form under her provocative clothes.<br><br>"Yes, right this way.....sir."&nbsp; Carly added the last word awkwardly, only remembering at the last moment Mr. Steele's instruction.&nbsp; The effect was to emphasize its use way out of proportion, and she blushed, a phenomenon that was entirely new to her.&nbsp; She made others blush; she did not blush!&nbsp; She wondered what the hell was going on as she led the three men into the meeting room and inquired whether they would like something to drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 13:10:19</strong>
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				The group of businessmen sat down and started laughing at in-jokes and old war stories (which were not related to war at all, but <em>sales</em>). They all took coffee, apart from one of them who asked if they had bottled carbonated water.<br><br>"Carly, you'll find a bottle at the bottom of my fridge for Mr. Johnson." Mr. Steele said. The small refridgerator was in his office, just next to where the men were seated. The entire setup seemed almost <em>designed </em> to make her bend over for them.<br><br>Everyone looked at her, waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 15:41:20</strong>
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				"Yes Sir."&nbsp; The words popped out rather naturally, just as they did when she was on the web, playing that she was a submissive.&nbsp; Carly walked to the refrigerator and knelt, carefully trying to avoid allowing the short skirt to ride higher, as she was well aware that four sets of male eyes were on her ass, and the small bit of cloth that covered it.&nbsp; Finding the water right where Mr. Steele had said it would, she took it and straightened up, tugging self-consciously at her skirt when she saw all eyes on it, and realized that it had risen above the tops of her thigh-high fishnets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 09:56:33</strong>
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				"Thank you...Carly." Mr. Johnson said, when he got the water. They waited for her to pour water and coffee into their cups; keeping their attention on her, not saying much.<br><br>Then, Mr. Johnson turned to Mr. Steele and the others and spoke as if Carly wasn't there at all. "That's her, huh? I can see what you mean." Mr. Steele nodded and finally dismissed his new secretary. "That'll be all for now, Carly. I'll let you know if we need anything else."<br><br>They whispered something as she left the office, and laughed.
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				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 11:39:22</strong>
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				Carly felt the male eyes on her as she left, and it was different from when she knew her friends were watching her.&nbsp; Then, their eagerness to see her body move gave her a kind of power, but here she felt objectified, as if she had no thoughts or personality of her own.&nbsp; The way that Mr. Johnson had spoken of her, disregarding any pretense of respect for her, had been a new experience.&nbsp; And she had to admit that it seemed to trigger the same sort of thrill she got when a particularly abusive note arrived on collarme.<br><br>Once she was outside the meeting room, Carly busied herself at her desk, actually working on tasks Mr. Steele had given her.&nbsp; But she could shake from her mind the question: What had Mr. Steele said about her to the others before they had arrived?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 11:58:12</strong>
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				The men remained in Mr. Steele's office for a long time. Occasionally, Carly could hear laughter. <br><br>Finally, they seemed to finish and the door opened. All the men looked at Carly as they came out, as if they knew something she didn't know. Mr. Steele gave her a nod and indicated the door. He wanted her to take their coats and help them out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 12:09:03</strong>
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				Carly gathered the coats of the males, and awkwardly tried to match each to its owner, sensing contempt for each mistake she made.&nbsp; Two days ago, she would have told these men to shove it, to figure out the coats for themselves, but now she was struggling to please them!&nbsp; It was as if the worse they treated her, the more she slipped into a role that justified their contempt.&nbsp; Finally they were all about the door, and Carly was alone.&nbsp; She realized that she was sweating.&nbsp; The task hadn't been THAT hard, had it?&nbsp; She walked back to her desk unsteadily, thinking that maybe she was ill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 12:14:12</strong>
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				Mr. Steele put on his own coat. "We're heading out for drinks." He told her. "You can lock up when you're done. And remember what we talked about, regarding your outfit and make-up; stockings are fine, but more delicate colors tomorrow okay? I wouldn't want to <em>punish </em> you." He reached out and patted her bottom; just about the ultimate chauvenistic move in the book. Then he left...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 12:28:33</strong>
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				When her boss was gone, Carly sank into her seat, fighting the urge to go online.&nbsp; In the past, she had used the web as a kind of therapy, when she felt bad or lonely she would seek abuse there.&nbsp; She felt lonely now.&nbsp; But strangely, she couldn't say she felt bad.&nbsp; Before today, the pat on her ass would have earned Mr. Steele a slap; but today the pat was reassuring somehow -- as if he was telling her she had done well.&nbsp; And he left her alone!&nbsp; He trusted her to lock up his place of business, only knowing her for two days, and knowing she had planned to steal from him.&nbsp; It was very weird.&nbsp; His behavior, his male business associate's behavior, but especially HER behavior.&nbsp; She was glad none of her friends had seen her trying to please the men as they grumped about her mistakes with their coats.&nbsp; That WOULD have made her feel bad, but now she was just lonely.&nbsp; Was she actually wishing Mr. Steele hadn't left?&nbsp; How weird was that?&nbsp; Her fingers itched to type in "collarme" but she resisted.&nbsp; She worked until closing time, then left, thinking of what she would wear to work tomorrow, as if she was one of those barbie doll secretaries!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 12:36:33</strong>
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				Mr. Steele was at work very early the next day. The coffee was already brewing and he was typing something at his computer. It was a very warm day, with the sweltering sun barely held out by the heavy blinders on the windows. It was moist as well, making everyone produce a nice glistening sheen of perspiration on their skin. Mr. Steele kept an eye on the door. He would obviously assess Carly's appearance once she arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 13:34:13</strong>
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				In a burst of strange behavior that she could hardly explain to herself, and that she was thankful her friends did not see, Carly had gone to the town's last remaining department store after work.&nbsp; There she purchased several skirts and tops in what she imagined were "delicate" colors -- pinks, light blues and violet.&nbsp; Her ride to work, dressed like a normal secretary, had been a frightening experience, not because any stranger noticed her, but because one of her friends might see her.&nbsp; Now she was letting herself in the office door, wearing white stockings, a sensible A-line skirt in light blue, and a frilly white top.&nbsp; Compared to her normal clothing, Carly felt like she was dressed in drag.&nbsp; Her heels, white to match her stockings, made her walk awkwardly, because she never ever wore heels.&nbsp; Yet, here she was on her third day at work looking like the most ordinary innocent young secretary in the world.&nbsp; But in her mind were thoughts of the men in the meeting room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 09:52:39</strong>
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				As soon as Carly arrived, Mr. Steele called her into his office. "Good morning, Carly. I would like to have a word with you." He sat on his desk and motioned for a place for Carly to stand.<br><br>When she got inside, he looked at her from head to toe, then walked around her in circles a few times; quite slowly. "Those clothes are acceptable." He said. "I will have an appropriate sum added to your first paycheck to compensate for this and additional, similar attires you will aquire over the next few days."<br><br>He reached for a small box on his desk. "I also have this for you." He opened it, and revealed a collar. It was of soft black silk with a pearl and some embroidery. It could be interpreted as a sort of formal necklace had it not been for what both of them knew. He was turning her into an obedient pet!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 13:56:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly's head spun when she saw the collar.&nbsp; It wasn't the idea of a collar.&nbsp; It wasn't that it was one one step toward becoming more what he wanted and less what she thought she was at heart.&nbsp; No, it was the size, shape and design of the collar that caused her to gasp and reach out for the desk to steady herself.&nbsp; Last night she had gone on to collarme, because she need the sexual jolt it always gave her, and a man she had never corresponded with her before had told her how, when he enslaved her, the symbol of her slavery would be a collar made of black silk, embroidered and featuring a pearl!&nbsp; She remembered it clearly, because she had liked the image.<br><br>Now, however, she was speechless.&nbsp; She wanted to ask if he was reading her collarme mail, but she didn't dare.&nbsp; It could just be a coincidence, couldn't it?&nbsp; She knew better, but even as she felt him putting it around her neck, all she did was to move to allow it.&nbsp; She said nothing.&nbsp; She simply waited for his next words, breathless and tense.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 14:14:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good girl." Mr. Steele said, moving back in front of Carly again.<br><br>"Your first assignment for the day is to send a fax to my business contacts that were here yesterday. Their numbers are written on a paper next to the machine. I want you to invite them back tomorrow at the same time. The fax machine also has a photocopier. Maybe you could think of something <em>interesting </em> to photocopy that would... <em>entice </em> them. Perhaps something... naughty?"<br><br>"When you're done, you can come back here for another assignment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 14:44:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing there in her collar and her thin, feminine clothes, Carly felt lost.&nbsp; But it was an excited kind of lost, the sort of lost you might feel in a foreign city filled with exotic shops and strange sounds and smells.&nbsp; Everything seemed different.&nbsp; All morning, from the moment she had arisen, she had not thought once of her fiends, and that NEVER happened.&nbsp; She thought only of dressing for work, then she thought of nothing but the meaning of the collar, and now...now she thought only of the kind of pictures Mr. Steele probably wanted her to send.&nbsp; A naked girl wouldn't even be enough, she felt.&nbsp; The girl would have to be in a submissive posture, she was sure.<br><br>"Um...Sir?&nbsp; May I ask a question?"&nbsp; Carly couldn't believe her ears.&nbsp; She was even asking permission to ask a question!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 14:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele moved around his desk and brought something up from a drawer in his desk. It was a riding cane with a leather strap around the grip. He placed the cane on his desk, without commenting on it. "Sure, Carly. What did you want to ask?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 15:12:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly's eyes drank in the crop, and her brain shifted from the last obsession to this one -- the crop and how it might be used. She snapped out of a brief reverie to ask:<br><br>"Um....Sir....may I use the internet to find the right kind of picture for your associates?"&nbsp; She was aware of his amusement at her faltering speech.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 15:18:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele raised one eyebrow. "That's acceptable. If you are unable to find something suitable, I've heard that...objects may be photocopied if pressed against the surface of the photocopier. It would appear as something like a picture."<br><br>"But I'll leave that totally to your discretion. Just hand me a copy of the final result." He nodded for the door and turned to face his computer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 16:10:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly knew at once what was expected of her.&nbsp; An internet picture would not do.&nbsp; Mr. Steele did not use his breath talking about what could be done with a photocopier just for exercise.&nbsp; And Carly knew well that people made pictures of their rear ends by sitting on the copier -- she had been ready to it right here on the very first day.&nbsp; It was usually done as a prank, and not as a serious way to communicate, but in this case Carly understood that the more intimate, the more personal, the better.&nbsp; Strangely, she wanted to please this man, so she went directly to the copier at the far side of the office, lifted herself up onto the top, and pulled her skirt out from under her ass.&nbsp; She was glad she had worn a thong today, because the string in her ass crack would not spoil the view of her cheeks.&nbsp; She felt warm smooth glass on her bare skin, and in a moment, the machine had done its work.&nbsp; When she looked at it, Carly blushed.&nbsp; It wasn't very flattering, but it clearly was her bare butt!<br><br>The moment before she got to his office door, Carly panicked.&nbsp; What if this was a trap.&nbsp; One more thing to use against her!&nbsp; But the moment she was about to turn around and destroy the evidence, the office door opened.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 19:05:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Carly!" Mr. Steele's voice was strict. He stepped out of his office and strode towards her, stopping a few paces away. "Let me see that."<br><br>He held his hand out, expecting her to give it to him.<br><br>"Ah. That is...satisfactory. You can send it to my associates right away. I will be taking a closer look at <em>this</em>, when you're done. In my office." he indicated the bare bottom on the print. "The real version."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 21:04:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing her voice calle so sharply, and without a bit of warmth or humor, was new to Carly.&nbsp; It made her stiffen, as her boss approached.&nbsp; But all thoughts of rebellion died in her throat as she matched his stern attitude with what she feared he knew from collarme.&nbsp; She handed over the photocopy, blushing as he looked critically at the image, thinking with amazement that she had just handed this man she had mocked two days ago a picture of her bare ass!&nbsp; She half expected disapproval, but when he approved and told her to send it to the men from yesterday, her heart sank.&nbsp; Knowledge of her shame and vulnerability was spreading.&nbsp; She was turning to carry out his orders when he added the comment about the "real version" and she thought of nothing else while she photocopied images of her ass to the three gruff men.&nbsp; Why had sh been so stupid as to do the collarme thing from here? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 12:30:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele was behind his desk, typing at his computer. The screen faced away from the door and the main area of the room. When Carly entered, he told her to stand in front of the desk.<br><br>"On the whole, I'm pleased with your performance over the last days, Carly. As you can imagine, a secretary is expected to do a wide variety of tasks to keep the office running smoothly. Some of these tasks are mundane, but important nonetheless. Others, are complicated, difficult and demands a lot of your flexibility, loyalty and ability to perform without asking questions."<br><br>"Right now we're going to have an inspection, and something of a test." He stood and picked up the cane as he walked out on the floor. "Understood?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 14:26:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly could feel her heart racing and her stomach churning as she walked toward the office.&nbsp; She thought working in this place would be totally boring, but it certainly wasn't that.&nbsp; She was fearful about what was to come next, but there was another side of her, the same side that couldn't resist logging on to collarme, that was almost painfully curious.&nbsp; She stood in front of Mr. Steele's desk, shifting from one foot to the other and feeling as if she was wearing nothing but her new collar.&nbsp; She nodded in response to his comment about her performance, but her mouth was so dry she didn't dare speak.<br><br>When her boss stood up abruptly and seized the cane, Carly actually jumped.&nbsp; He brushed by her, and she turned to follow, obediently.&nbsp; When he asked if she understood about an inspection and a test, she squeaked out, "yes Sir," even though she really didn't.&nbsp; It was a very different Carly now, from the one who had walked through the door, but she didn't even think about this this as she moved toward her boss.&nbsp; She only thought about how she had recently told a man on collarme that being caned scared her more than anything.&nbsp; She wasn't sure whether she was more frightened of the apparent caning or of the possibility that Mr. Steele had read that comment and much, much more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 14:53:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"First of all, you should be a little more conscious about your voice. It is quite pleasant, it's not that. But you should try sounding a little more helpless and a little more seductive and innocent at the same time. My associates will appreciate you being a little naive, and seemingly aroused by their presence." Mr. Steele held the cane on his back while talking.<br><br>"Furthermore, they will appreciate seeing a bit of innocent displays of those same attributes. You might walk across the floor with some papers, then drop them by accident and having to bend over to pick them up? Understood? Let's try that." He handed Carly some papers and motioned for her to walk across his office.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 15:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly dared not speak, afraid her voice wouldn't be properly innocent.&nbsp; Instead, she did as her boss required and began to walk with the papers. Still a little awkward in the heels that she hardly ever wore, Carly, stumbled once, and at that moment dropped the papers, looking quite graceless and foolish.&nbsp; Hurriedly, she knelt down, bending her knees as she had at the refrigerator the other day, and scooped up the papers.&nbsp; When she had straightened, she looked at Mr. Steele, and tested her helpless voice:&nbsp; "I hope that was what you meant Sir."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 15:31:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Something along those lines." Mr. Steele replied. "You could linger more to make sure your audience gets a good view of your derriere." he motioned her to come closer, using just his index finger.<br><br>"Hmm...you obviously haven't got the tits to pull off something with your cleavage, so that won't do. No, you're going to have to focus on bringing as much attention to your bottom as you can."<br><br>He pointed at the desk with the cane. "Put your hands on the desk and bend over...jutt your bottom out really good."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 16:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly paused, suddenly feeling that things were getting more than a little out of hand.&nbsp; Everything that Mr. Steele had instructed her about seemed aimed at only one thing -- making her into a sex object for the amusement of Mr. Steele and his business associates.&nbsp; Virtually nothing he had directed her about had anything to do with being good at the job she had been hired to do, at least not the job that she thought she had been hired for.&nbsp; She decided she had to make some sort of stand for her self-respect.&nbsp; Besides, the position that her boss required next would make her very vulnerable, and the fear of the cane gave her a little bit of bravery.<br><br>"Umm...sir.&nbsp; I don't think I should have to do that.&nbsp; I'm just a secretary, here, and it IS the 21st century."<br><br>But as she spoke the words she remembered how in the collarme she had eagerly written in her profile about how she wanted to be objectified sexually and treated as nothing but property.&nbsp; So she blurted out:&nbsp; "Did you read something I wrote on the internet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 13:18:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele was quite for a long time after she had mildly protested against him. Finally he exhaled deeply. "I'm disappointed in you, Carly. I thought we had come to an understanding."<br><br>He calmly removed his suit jacket and started folding up the sleeves of his shirt. "I know everything about you, Carly. I've monitored your collarme profile for a long time."<br><br>"And now I think you need to be punished, so that you understand that you must do everything I tell you to. You are right in one regard, you're <em>just a secretary</em>. But if you think this is the 21st century, I'm afraid you're mistaken."<br><br>"Now...bend over!" His voice was authorative and cold and intimidating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 16:06:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly heard the words, and for a moment their meaning just didn't register.&nbsp; But as the harshness of his voice rang in her ears, Carly suddenly realized that what she had been fearing ever since Mr. Steele first told her he had monitored where she had gone on the computer&nbsp; was real!&nbsp; He really HAD seen everything she had written on collarme!&nbsp; He really did know everything.&nbsp; Her life really was suddenly turned upside down.&nbsp; Her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding.&nbsp; A sheen of panic sweat covered her skin.&nbsp; She tried to think of all the things she had admitted to, all the things she had begged men to do to her.&nbsp; The tough goth girl crumpled, and she felt as small and weak as she truly was.&nbsp; And worse, Mr. Steele knew it all, and he knew how to reach all those men...and the women!&nbsp; Oh God oh God oh God!&nbsp; Her thoughts raced so fast that she totally forgot that her boss had barked an order.&nbsp; Instead of complying at once, she gasped out a question:<br><br>"What do you mean?&nbsp; What do you mean it's not the 21st century?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 11:42:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What I mean is that you are going to be living after different rules than those you know of the 21st century. Hell, you would probably find the 20th century easier than this. And I don't mean the last third or so."<br><br>"No, you're going to have to realize that you're back in an era where men are men are women are women. You're going to do everything I tell you to. And you're going to do everything my business associates tell you to. Is that understood?!"<br><br>"Now bend over or get the hell out! This is going to be your last chance to leave and forget you ever worked here. Forget you ever wore these clothes and return to your old life."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 12:13:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The room swam.&nbsp; Mr. Steele knew the answer she was about to give.&nbsp; He had seen everything that she previously had kept secret.&nbsp; He knew her true name -- the name she used on collarme.&nbsp; And that name said everything.&nbsp; Carly felt the same frightened thrill that she did when a strange man contacted "cantsayno."&nbsp; But this was real.&nbsp; She was in real life and living her fantasy!<br><br>"You already know i can't say no, Sir."&nbsp; Her voice was timid.&nbsp; She grasped the desk, bent, and thrust her ass out. "This job is is my life now, Sir." Her clothes felt thin and insubstantial, but more importantly, they no longer felt like they were hers.&nbsp; They belonged to Him now.&nbsp; She knew that her goth look was no longer hers to choose.&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; It had been what she chose as a small way of expressing her rebellion at living an ordinary life.&nbsp; But from now on, her life would no longer be ordinary.&nbsp; She was syre of that, as she thought about all the things she had said on collarme.&nbsp; She wondered if he had read them all.&nbsp; She wondered if the men from yesterday were coming back soon.&nbsp; She felt frightened, but strangely at peace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 12:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele stood behind and to the side of Carly, listening to her. When she was done, he told her: "Good. Now shut up. Women are to be seen, not heard. And when you do speak, remember what I told you about your voice."<br><br>He put the cane against the back of her knees and slid it up along the back of her thighs, lifting her skirt in the process. It reached the edge of her stockings and touched bare skin, continuing up towards her bottom. He lifted the skirt fully.<br><br>"Ah. My associates should find this a fine incentive to return for another meeting. I'm pretty sure all of them would want a closer look." he slid the tip of the cane between her thighs and up along her slit; as it was outlined against her panties.<br><br>"Now, there was the matter of some <em>punishment</em>..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 12:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly didn't dare to speak.&nbsp; Her place was to be seen and not heard.&nbsp; How the friends she had just left behind would have laughed at such a statement.&nbsp; But now, for Carly, it was law.&nbsp; She had a place here.&nbsp; It was thrilling, because it was not anything ordinary -- it was a place where she could finally live in the wild extreme as she had dreamed for so long.&nbsp; Mr Steele's words rang in her ears like the voice of god.&nbsp; She belonged to him.&nbsp; She wasn't just his employee any longer, she was an object he possessed.&nbsp; It was her place.&nbsp; As it should be.<br><br>Carly felt the cane expose her ass, and then begin to explore her slit.&nbsp; She moaned, then flushed, wondering if even such noises were forbidden.&nbsp; Then he said "punishment" and she stiffened.&nbsp; There was no choice, though.&nbsp; Property doesn't have a say in whether it is treated well or abused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 12:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm going to be mild." Mr. Steele said. "As I do want to keep your bottom mostly unmarked for the meeting tomorrow."<br><br>With that, his cane smacked across her ass. Once. Twice. Three times. "Good. That's enough." He pulled her panties down to her mid thighs and stood quitely examining her closer. He picked up a pen from his desk and slid it along her bare pussy, then pushed it halfway inside her.<br><br>"Now if that's not a nice penholder, I don't know what is. The guys are definently going to be signing the contract using this one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 13:15:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pain was severe, but the dosage was small.&nbsp; She was grateful for that, because she didn't want to fail the very first test.&nbsp; <br><br>Then came the pen.<br><br>The thought of the men from yesterday seeing her like this made Carly's mind race.&nbsp; The pen in her cunt was degrading.&nbsp; If she was required to offer each one the pen like this.....oh well, she thought, they already know what I am.&nbsp; If Mr. Steele has shared anything from collarme, they know very well how my mind works.&nbsp; Then she realized that it was even possible that these men were men she had written to, before breaking off the dialogue to move on to something new.&nbsp; She held her position, pen in cunt, not knowing if this was her duty for the rest of the day.&nbsp; It could be, she realized.&nbsp; The thought made her wet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 13:24:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele stood back, admiring that behind. "You are going to learn to anticipate all my needs. When you fail, you'll be punished."<br><br>He went around the desk and sat down on his chair. "I have a contract to write up. You're going to suck my cock while I work. On all four under my desk. And don't drop the pen."<br><br>He turned to face the screen and started writing on his keyboard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 13:33:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly tried her new voice for the very first time.&nbsp; She tried to make herself sound like she imagined a barbie doll would sound if it could speak.&nbsp; There were girls at school who seemed to have the talent naturally, but Carly knew at once it would require work.&nbsp; The "Yes Sir" sounded more like the squeaky voice of a clown who was bad at her job.&nbsp; She didn't dare touch her clothing, but rather just bent down and crawled to his desk with her panties still at her knees.&nbsp; Her mini fell back into place as she crawled, and she worried that this was not what he wanted.&nbsp; His desk was open in the center, and sh was able to crawl into the space between his legs.&nbsp; She begin to work at his zipper, saying nothing more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 13:49:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele said nothing either. He just tapped at his keyboard, his face mostly out of sight. He was hard though, that was quite obvious. His cock was throbbing warmly against the fabric of his silk boxers. It was apparantly quite endowed, as the mass underneath was long and thick.<br><br>When his cock was freed, it stood out a right angle. It had bulging veins running along the lenght. It was well groomed, and obviously very freshly washed. Mr. Steele was definently a 'neat' person.<br><br>The tapping of the keyboard continued.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 14:02:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly began to acquaint herself with her owner's cock.&nbsp; She was aware that it was likely that a large part of her duties would be the worship of this phallus.&nbsp; And it was a cock worthy of worship she thought, crouched there under the desk.&nbsp; As she licked it from tip to stem, she imagined how she would appear to anyone who entered the room, and wondered whther that kind of humiliation lay in her future.&nbsp; She suspected that it did.&nbsp; This though made her open her small mouth wide and take the thick penis into it for the first time, licking and sucking gently at first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 14:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was neither praise nor scolding coming from Mr. Steele. His cock remained hard and he started seeping precum at the tip. He continued typing for a little while, then answered his cellphone.<br><br>"Hey. Yeah it's me. Sure, I have a minute. Yeah. It was quite nice, wasn't it? Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah." He laughed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 14:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From under the desk, mouth full of engorged penis, Carly could hear the conversation perfectly.&nbsp; She was struck by how matter-of-fact Mr. Steele was, carrying on the conversation as if she wasn't there -- or as if she couldn't hear or understand -- or as if it simply didn't matter whether she heard or not.&nbsp; It was as if she was just a machine at work under the desk, not a human female.&nbsp; The words rang in her ears, however. What was quite nice?&nbsp; What did it mean that he "had a minute?"&nbsp; Was someone coming over?&nbsp; She realized that this was likely to be the way her time at work would be from now on -- disregarded and uninformed until there was a use for her.&nbsp; As she thought, she sucked and licked, like a skilled whore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 13:02:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..hold on. I'll show you." He pressed a button on his cell phone and then aimed it at Carly's face and his own massive cock. It appeared he was transmitting images of what she was doing through some live conference system.<br><br>He changed angle a few times, then brought the phone back to his ear. "Yeah, didn't I tell you? Anyway, gotta go. You know how it is. Yeah, I will. Say hi to Helen for me. Jessie gives her best too." He put the phone down and returned to his screen.<br><br>"Carly, if I come in your mouth you will not swallow until I tell you to."&nbsp; <br><br>Mr. Steele continued tapping on the keyboard, a little slower than before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 14:01:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly didn't pause in her obedient worships of her boss's large cock, but her mind raced.&nbsp; On collarme, she had been careful not to include a picture of her face, but now her boss had already taken and sent a picture, quite close up, of her face as she sucked a cock.&nbsp; The picture was out there now, probably being sent from Mr. Steele's friend to others right at this moment.&nbsp; The days of the secrecy of her dark desires was over.&nbsp; Probably much worse photos would follow, she thought, and this did not bring comfort, but it did make her suck a little harder on the stiff prick, because the thought of her sluttiness revealed to strangers excited her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 14:05:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele's cock was seeping lots of precum now. His breathing was quickening and he stopped typing. His shaft throbbed in Carly's mouth and she could probably feel his thighs tightening along with the rest of his muscles as he came. A groan escaped his lips and his shaft started spurting semen into her mouth. Lots of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 14:12:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hot cum came as no surprise to Carly; she had sucked off boys before.&nbsp; But then the cum just kept coming and and coming, filling her small mouth and then leaking at the edge where her lips continued to grip the pulsing cock.&nbsp; Desperately, the secretary tired to keep control of her mouth full of her boss's cum, but finally she gagged and gasped, spilling much of the cum down her chin and on the floor.&nbsp; She released the still spurting cock, then seized it with her hands and guided it back into her mouth.&nbsp; But she knew she had made a big mistake, and she flushed bright red, feeling very alone and very incompetent there under the desk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 14:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele said nothing until his orgasm had abated fully. Then he calmly resumed typing on his keyboard while stating matter-of-factly. "You will be punished for failing to complete this assignment as requested, Carly. Now lick up everything. Including the cum on the floor." He sighed and shook his head, muttering to himself. "Incompetent cunt..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 23:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly knew he was right.&nbsp; But still she felt a sense of injustice.&nbsp; She had tried so hard!&nbsp; Didn't she get any credit for that?&nbsp; Then she thought of her postings on collarme, when she begged to be treated like dirt, with no rights and no dignity and no hope for any kindness.&nbsp; "Be careful what you wish for," she thought to herself, as she bent down and began to lick the cum of her boss from the floor.&nbsp; It was cold and slimy.&nbsp; Licking it made her feel less than human.&nbsp; If this was just the cleanup, what would the "punishment" be?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 13:50:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let her clean up everything and put his own cock back into his pants. Then he stood and moved back around her to remove the pens from her ass and pussy. He grabbed something from one of his drawers, then took Carly by the hair in her neck and led her back to her own desk.<br><br>Mr. Steele pushed her down and slapped some handcuffs over one wrist. Then, inserted the chain through one of the handles on a drawer and put the other end around the other wrist. She was locked to her desk, with little use of her hands.<br><br>He returned to his own office and continued typing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 15:56:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now she was in the brightly lit main office, at her desk, but nothing was normal, and wasn't likely to be again. Her panties were down around her ankles, and her skirt was still hiked up around her waist, so that her bare ass sat on the office chair.&nbsp; It was impossible to change anything, including cleaning her face where some stray cum had dried, because of how the handcuffs held her wrists.&nbsp; Obviously, he knew she couldn't work at normal secretarial stuff, but she knew pretty much for certain that other things were planned.&nbsp; It took a while, but finally she focused on the computer screen.&nbsp; It was logged in to her collarme account!&nbsp; She blushed bright red, and almost called out to protest.&nbsp; Then she thought better of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 12:44:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On her computer screen, a video appeared. A female was just like her handcuffed to her desk, although she was only visisble from the neck down. It <em>was </em> of herself! It was a live stream from one of the hidden cameras!<br><br>Not only that - the video was being shared with other users of the service. There was even a caption. "My secretary needs to be taught a lesson. Suggestions?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 14:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly panicked, trying fruitlessly to free herself from the handcuffs -- or the handcuffs from the desk.&nbsp; The only effect of this effort was to provide amusement to whoever was watching.&nbsp; A half-naked girl cuffed to a desk was mildly interesting, but a half-naked girl struggling to free herself was much better, especially since her frightened face kept bouncing into the picture.&nbsp; Finally, Carly saw herself on the screen, looking like a frightened captive, and she stopped struggling.&nbsp; She also realized that she, not Mr. Steele, had revealed her face to to the collarme audience.&nbsp; She hoped none of her friends had been watching.&nbsp; Now there was only to wait and see if someone responded, and the answer to that was clear: the "new messages" button had turned red.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 14:50:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The messages opened. There were many of them. A lot of them were brief comments, degrading Carly. They called her a slut and commented on her outfit and laughed at her situation. Some of them called for caning or whipping; preferably displayed on camera to an audience.<br><br>Mr. Steele finally came out of his office and moved to the little office kitchen corner. He grabbed a somewhat flat bowl and poured a little milk into it. Then, he positioned the bowl on the floor in front of Carly where she could reach it with her mouth, but not with her hands. After all, it <em>was </em> lunchtime.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 18:21:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly read the messages, with a sinking feeling that there was hardly one of them that Mr. Steele might reject.&nbsp; She was about to become an internet star, she realized.&nbsp; That these men (and some women) now could actually see her when they made their comments and suggestions made it ten times more frightening, and the thought that she would actually have to do as they said on camera, made her frantic with fear (and anticipation).&nbsp; She ignored the milk for a while, and by the time she actually leaned down to try it, it had turned warm.&nbsp; She left it virtually untouched, and noticed that the message now demanded a punishment for the ungrateful secretary.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 09:52:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Steele returned after another while. He turned the computer off. "I think you're just craving attention, Carly. You're being such a slut!" He took the bowl of milk and lifted it high, pouring it over her. Over her head and down her back; splashing it all over.<br><br>His phone called again, and he put on a very friendly voice. "Hello, dear. No, I can come right away. No, my new secretary can hande things here. I practically have her chained to her desk. Okay, see ya soon."<br><br>He hung up and turned to Carly again. "I'll be back later. I'll leave the door open for the delivery guy to drop off something for me. If you need to sign anything, make sure you don't use your hands feet or mouth. You know what I mean..." He headed for the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 21:31:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly didn't know what he meant.&nbsp; But she did know that her options were very few, and that in all likelihood her enslavement was about to be displayed to a total stranger.&nbsp; She tried to rehearse some halfway respectable excuse.&nbsp; She knew she would dare ask the man for help, and, when she thought about it, she knew that she didnt WANT to.&nbsp; Her life had changed, and this new life was much closer to what she thought was her true self.&nbsp; Yet, when she heard some clumping about in the hallway she stiffened and blushed, in anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 11:06:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door opened. "Hello? Metro Delivery. I have a package."<br><br>A tall, black man with a green uniform entered. He was quite handsome; broadshouldered and muscular. He carried a rather large box in his arms and placed it on the table at the door. On top of the package was an old-fashioned clipboard with a delivery receipt.<br><br>He finally noticed Carly's head behind her desk; but couldn't see the full extent of her predicament yet. From here it looked more like she had dropped something on the floor and was just bending down to pick it up. "Oh, hi there. I've got a package for you." He held the clipboard, waiting for her to come over to sign it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 11:57:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly remained in her crouched position behind her desk, and offered, "Just lay it on the table by the door.&nbsp; Thanks."&nbsp; She could tell from his voice that the man was black, and somehow that made it even more embarrassing for him to see her situation.&nbsp; She wondered if the dried cum was still visible on her hair and face, and prayed that no signature was required on this delivery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 12:23:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man took a few steps closer. "I just need you to scribble your name here." He held up the clipboard for her to see.<br><br>He waited, then took a few steps forward, seemingly to see if something was wrong. "Are you okay, miss?" Another few steps and he rounded the corner enough to see that Carly was handcuffed to the bottom drawer on her desk.<br><br>"Shit! Have you been robbed or something?!" The big man asked in surprise. "Are they still here?!" He lowered his voice to almost a whisper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 17:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No.&nbsp; No, it's OK.&nbsp; This is just a....a game.&nbsp; I lost!"&nbsp; The man relaxed. Carly tried a small smile, but she could see that the man had begun checking her out as soon as he was satisfied there was no danger.&nbsp; "I'm not supposed to use my hands mouth or feet to sign anything."&nbsp; Carly wished she could pull up her skirt and panties, because she felt very exposed all of a sudden.&nbsp; "My boss says so, and he'll be right back."&nbsp; She added the last to protect herself, and because it was sort of true.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 12:45:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh..." The man scratched the back of his head. Then, he narrowed his eyes and lowered his brow as he studied Carly; noticing the signs of what she had been through.<br><br>"Uhm...are you sure? Should I wait for him?" He took a few more steps forward and to the side, just about unable to see the top of her thighs and a slight glimpse of what was between them. This made him swallow and breathe harder. "I really need...to get this signed. Even just a scribble."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 13:20:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry.&nbsp; I can't.&nbsp; I'm not allowed to.&nbsp; My boss said no hands or mouth or feet. And I don't dare disobey him.&nbsp; Could you please sign it for me?&nbsp; I'm sure no one would know."&nbsp; All of a sudden, the computer spoke.&nbsp; One of the watchers had activated the voice portion of their connection.&nbsp; "Tell the slut to sign it with her cunt."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 13:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The delivery man was a little startled. "Was that your boss? I'm no lawyer, but I think you can sign this any way you like." He looked over his shoulder and up on the walls and ceiling. Someone obviously knew he was there. "Uhm...even with your...private parts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 22:59:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly finally looked up at the man.&nbsp; "Are you one of them?&nbsp; If you you are not, please sign for me or just go away.&nbsp; I....I've gotten myself into this, but I can't bear to drag you into it as well.&nbsp; It's a private thing."&nbsp; As she was speaking these words, Carly was struggling to her feet, which she was able to do, but just barely.&nbsp; She stopped speaking when she was on her feet, bending over slightly because of the way the handcuffs restrained her.&nbsp; Her top reached only to her waist, and she was naked from there to her ankles.&nbsp; Because her pubic hair was completely shaven, the puffy outer lips of her cunt were clrealy visible, as were the inner lips that poked out from her private slit.&nbsp; "But if you must have me sign, go ahead and put the pen in my...my...my cunt."&nbsp; Carly blushed, and laughter could be heard from the intenet connection.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 10:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe it was that his sense of duty prevented him from scribbling a signature himself, or maybe he was just aroused by the sight. In any case, he reached for a pen and moved up to Carly's exposed bottom. "It's so...wet." He said, a slight tremble in his deep voice.<br><br>He pushed the pen into her and held the clipboard up, putting the paper to the tip of the pen. "There...you have to uhm...move it a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 12:33:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly did as the delivery man suggested.&nbsp; She moved her hips to make the pen, now sticking from her cunt, trace a scribble on the paper.&nbsp; She new the man was aroused; it was obvious from the bulge in his pants.&nbsp; She was aroused too, because she knew that not only was this man a witness to her humiliation, so were all those watching on the internet.<br><br>When he took the clipboard away, and seemed about to leave, Carly said, "Ummmm.&nbsp; Thank you.&nbsp; I guess."&nbsp; She was able to remove the pen from her slit with her cuffed hands.&nbsp; As soon as she did this, the internet voice said:&nbsp; "Put that wet pen in the slut's mouth."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 12:59:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The delivery man seemed eager to comply. He took the pen from her hand and pushed it into her mouth. His eyes were filled with lust and the bulge on his pants showed a clear outline of his massive cock. It was a racial stereotype that in this case seemed to be true...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 13:02:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The internet voice laughed.&nbsp; "Judging from your trousers, delivery man, it looks like you want to put something else in the slut's mouth."<br><br>Carly couldn't help staring down at the man's pants, and he saw where she was looking.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 13:13:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man didnt' seem the type that would take Carly against her will, but he was very aroused and to him it seemed Carly had some interest in what he had. He swallowed his nervousness and opened his pants. Reaching down with one big hand, he exposed his massive member.<br><br>His black cock was incredibly long and thick with bulging veins running along the length. He took the pen out of her mouth and looked at her, questioningly. "...will you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 13:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In response, carly just slipped to her knees and opened her mouth in a wide "O," giving the man a target for his enormous member.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 13:34:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man grinned sheepishly and put one hand on Carly's neck, while the other was around his shaft to aim it towards her mouth. Just the head and first couple of inches filled her mouth completely. "Oh, yeah. Suck it." He said.<br><br>He looked down to see her lips stretch around his thick cock. His long arms and big hand reached back to cup one asscheek, fingers nearing her bare pussy.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 16:00:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly thought her boss's cock was big, but this one was even bigger.&nbsp; The way that it stretched her mouth made her feel small and helpless and overwhelmed.&nbsp; The man knew now what she was, and she was learning more and more about how low her need to be used would take her.&nbsp; She rocked her head, trying to fit more into her mouth, her eyes watering from the effort.&nbsp; She wondered how many were watching on the internet.&nbsp; She hoped it was a LOT!&nbsp; She would never be the same again, she knew.....and that was just fine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 10:50:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yeah, just like that. Suck my thick, black cock." His hand reached her bare pussy and two of his thick fingers pushed into her moist depths; fucking her with them.<br><br>He bucked his hips; trying to fuck her mouth. Although he seemed used to the fact that women could only take a third of his shaft between their lips.<br><br>He pulled it all the way out and smeared it wetly over her face. "That's good. Lick that shaft really wet. Lick my balls."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 14:01:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly gave no more thought to the fact that this was all being recorded on video and broadcast on the web.&nbsp; All she thought about was how having her mouth stretched open by&nbsp; a huge cock made her feel small and helpless, and made her feel that she belonged exactly how and where she was.&nbsp; This man had been a stranger only minutes before, but now he understood perfectly that she would doing anything he told her to do.&nbsp; Hating to release the cock, she did so in order to lap hungrily at his heavy black balls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 15:22:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stroked his big shaft while Carly licked his smooth balls. Her pink, delicate tongue was a contrast to his dark skin. "Fuck...I'm going to cum..." He moaned. "Fuck...fuckety-fuck fuck...." He pulled back a little and put his hand under Carly's chin, as if to help him aim on her face. His hand moved faster, until the first spurt of cum splashed over the girl's face. The rest of them hit into her mouth for the most part.<br><br>He grinned, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Yeah...eat that load of cum...."<br><br>Somewhere out there, internet sites were already being planned that featured 'Carly, the cum-loving secretary'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 13:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carly was no longer thinking about what was happening to her future.&nbsp; It was a done deal as far as she was concerned.&nbsp; Her secrets were out -- at least a lot of them -- and there was no putting them back into the bag.&nbsp; The only question was who would be the next person that her boss would allow to use her, and in what way?&nbsp; She no longer worried that she might not be allowed to wear the kind of clothes she liked; she suspected she would not be wearing many clothes at all anymore for this boss.&nbsp; She didn't worry any more about whether she could stand typing and filing; it seemed that her duties would be things much closer to her heart -- or at least to her cunt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary from Hell (shyslave and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>19-12-2008, 10:36:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the delivery guy had smeared his semen over Carly's face with the tip of his big black cock, and his climax was all over, he seemed a little embarassed. He quickly zipped up and headed out of the office. "Uhm....I'll see you later. Goodbye."<br><br>It took several hours more before anything else happened. Mr. Steele arrived as the day was drawing to an end. He was alone.<br><br>"Ah...there you are...." A mischievous smile flashed faintly over his lips.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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