Declined Payment

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

No Rules for this story:

Since the first half of this story is more maledom-centric I don’t want you girls to have to switch your mindset to abruptly mid-story, nor do I want you to think of yourself as a person capable of being in charge of any sexy woman… jk, maybe.But that being said, if you want to immerse yourself in femininity for this story I have five words for you:Lipstick, High heels. Lingerie. Chastity. Panties.

enjoy!

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Declined Payment

By: Mistress Dyvia

Chapter 1: The Dream Job

Cynthia-Jennifer Allison Gates was looking at herself in the mirror.  She has successfully found a job with her degree… sort of.  She has a degree in marketing with a minor in business administration.  She applied for a prestigious firm and got accepted to Jones Johnson and Smith. Despite the partners all having the most common last names one could imagine, they were scarily reknowned. She was starting out as a glorified secretary, they were calling it an apprenticeship, which was going to be like a secretary with a few extra intern-like responsibilities.

She stepped out of the shower, and used a little concealer to hide the blemishes on her face.  She pulled her hair back into a tight bun.  She has a sharp looking black turtleneck sweater and well pressed tan-colored khaki-style dress pants with a sharp press line in the front.  She matched it with a pair of black dress shoes sans-heels.

She stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed her purse. “Hey, Anna! I'm heading out!”

Anna stepped out from the kitchen and handed her a little baggy of nuts and raisins. “Good luck! Take these to keep your energy up!" 

Cynthia-Jennifer or Cynny as her friends called her, took the baggy and gave her a kiss. Their tongues danced briefly with reluctance, a show of affection, but each knowing that a deeper kiss would leave them with regrets for not making love right then and there. 

She reluctantly stepped away. And when she was halfway to the door. Anna called back, "Oh, and I did this about an hour ago.” Cynny looked back and saw that And was holding up her arms showing off that she had dyed her armpit hairs to a shade of magenta. 

"That looks sexy!" Cynny smiled widely, “maybe you can do that for me later." 

“I’d love to!" She explained gleefully, "what color do you want?”

“I'll leave it up to you." Then blew her lover a kiss as she left their home.

She took public transportation and arrived at work about 15 minutes before she was supposed to be there. She checked in at the front desk, and they gave her a visitor's pass until they could get her processed.  

Cynny initially reported to a woman named Geri who was kind enough to take her around the office. She showed her where the break room was, where the safety data sheets were in alphabetical listing of all these companies chemicals. She showed the emergency route for an evacuation just in case for some reason the building needs to be evacuated. 

Naturally, Cynny had some better cleaning materials that were safer for the environment, and asked about those. Sadly, they did inform her that if the chemicals were not in the safety data sheets, they could not be used in the building as they didn't have a safe way of knowing what kind of protective equipment or emergency procedures could be used. But she also informed her that she could submit a request to the main office, but that might take a little while. Cynny didn't like the idea of using the chemicals that they required for small things like cleaning your desk, but she was appreciative that the company had a way to request new kinds of chemicals. 

Finally, she was introduced to Jeffrey Johnson, he was the son of one of the partners, and an up-and-coming hot shot as Geri had put it. She eagerly shook his hand, noticing the scowl seemingly directed at her a bit, but hopefully that was just in her head. She was led out and shown to her desk, and they went through some of the software.  

Cynny was relieved to say that this was the same software she was very familiar with. This is the same stuff that they taught her in school, the exact same programs and she was ready to go. She was given a few basic tasks to start with and she went to town. Most of the other people at the office were pretty friendly to her, as she cranked through a ton of work for most of our first day. 

Towards the end of the day, Jeffrey called her in, she was excited to meet with him again, she  was confident that everything she had accomplished would have put her on a high output. But her hopes were quickly put down as he told her not to wear the same kind of clothes that she was wearing. They had a professional atmosphere, and women were expected to dress a certain way. White blouse, skirt, stockings or pantyhose, and high heels. She said that she understood his expectations, and left. 

Cynny printed out the company handbook, and took it home so she could go over all the rules so she wouldn't screw up again. She was extremely upset as she did not like wearing high heels, not only did she find them uncomfortable, she found them to be patriarchal torture devices. Masochistic at its heart. But if they were in the handbook, she would deal with it.

What really upset her was that she couldn't find anything about blouses, high heels or skirts. It just said a dress in a professional manner. She spent a little time doing some web research, and found that her outfit did fit the definition of a professional office attire. She printed up these materials as she was not going to Wear a blouse that would show off her tits to every guy that wanted to see. No wish she went to wear high heels, she was willing to wear a skirt, but not one that she felt was trying to sexualize her. Anna was very supportive of her. 

She came in the next morning dressed similarly to how she had the day before. Jeffrey called her in to dress her down, but Cynny decided to argue the point by showing the company dress code policy, and a series of articles she found from the internet showing that she was dressed in a professional way. He scowled and dismissed her 

Two hours later a woman from HR stopped by her desk. She heard that there was an issue with the dress code which concerned her. She was afraid this could lead into a harassment suit, and as such they were arranging for an emergency seminar just for her on harassment.  The Woman went to Cynny, and said that she was taking the liberty of making sure it was on Jeffrey's dime, and it was a trip to Las Vegas for the weekend. She just had to show up Saturday morning at ten. And then after the seminar, she should really take a moment to look at the situation and see if there might be a harassment situation developing. 

Cynny was shocked, harassment hadn't even popped up in her mind yet. It probably would have, she knew that, but she wasn't even going in the direction yet. But she was offered a weekend in Las Vegas, for free. She smiled and took the offer. She accepted though she wasn’t letting them use this to buy her off.

Anna was a little disappointed that she didn't get to go too. They hugged and kissed. Though Anna was nice enough to dye Cynny’s armpit hair a shade of pink. Something's for her to remind her of Anna every time she looked down. Her super amazing girlfriend offered to drive her to the airport, but apparently the HR department arranged for a limo. 

Sure, it was a relatively late Friday night when she arrived, though that didn’t stop her from going down to the casino and playing with the slot machine for a little while. She was up $30 by the time she went back to her room. 

She was still in bed when there was a knock on the door, she got up and asked who it was. They said they were the escort to her seminar. That just seems strange, why would she need an escort? She looked at the clock, it was 6, there are still four more hours. Why would she need an escort now? She looked through the peephole and asked her to see an ID. The door was kicked in and then promptly closed. She screamed, but even as she remembered that the hotel staff had told her that the room was soundproof as the hotel had a proclivity for sexual activities. 

There were three men, and two of them grabbed her by the arms and held her in place as a third man walked right up to her and placed a machine that looked much like a gun, but very much not like a gun to the front of her forehead. The trigger was pulled and everything went off. 

She collapsed to the ground. She was hyperventilating, and she's trying to think, but no thoughts were coming. It was like every single thought was on the tip of her tongue, but none were making it from her brain to… well anything. Her body shook for a couple moments, and the men let go of her until the shaking stopped. She heard the phrase, ‘’seizure-like.’ Her brain couldn't process those words, though. They may as well have been gibberish. 

One of the men had to grab her arm, and she wanted to pull away, but there was no coordination, she grunted a bit. They picked her up, and took her down the hallway to an elevator, and she went down into a parking garage and into another limo. She sat there still breathing deeply, not understanding what was going on, not being able to think about what was going on. 

Time passed, and she was taken out of the car, her body instinctively struggling against the men, but there wasn't enough of a cohesive intelligence in her brain to put up a proper fight.  

She was put into a chair in a sterile room. A man in a white coat came in and then flashed a light into her eyes, made some comments that she didn't really understand. He said very slowly into a phone, ‘’effectively lobotomized.” She clearly had no understanding of what that meant. More instructions were made, and she was taken to another room. They pulled out her arms, and she tried to fight, not really understanding why she wanted to, it's just that this wasn't where she wanted to be. She felt them cut off her clothing, again she was struggling, but not effectively as she didn't have an instinct. Before she knew she was naked. A razor was taken, and her armpit hair was shaved off. Then the same thing was dragged across her legs, and then some thick and warm goo was placed over her crotch, strips were placed across them and then pain. She made a weird grunt-like sound of pain from her mouth, not quite a scream. She heard the woman say that she was fine and everything would be okay, but that still meant nothing to her. She didn't understand any of the words. But when they were done she had no body hair below her neck. 

Another man in a white coat walked in, inspected her breasts and her ass. Discussions were made via phone, but again she didn't understand the words. She didn't understand when they said that anesthesia wouldn't be needed since she was lobotomized.  Soon a small incision was made near her armpit at the base of her breast, and she didn't understand what was happening, but she watched as her left breast grew in size. It hurt. Then the same thing to her right breast. Then at the back of her leg where her thigh met her ass, a needle was injected and something was pumped. 

The pain stayed for a while, but they took her to a room that smelled like nail polish though she couldn't identify that scent, her brain was too fractured to recognize it.

They put chemicals into her hair, a couple of the women that were playing with her hair, sometimes arguing about what the best color would be. But they settled on one. Other women started doing things with her fingernails and toenails. Still, Cynny didn't really understand what was happening to her. Her brain chemistry was seemingly beyond repair. 

When all was done, She was taken to another room, they sat her in a chair and a device was placed against her forehead. And something vibrated deep inside her brain, she didn't have the intelligence to understand. It was the implant that they shot into her forehead that had effectively lobotomized her. But images started appearing in front of her. She didn't understand what it was, but they were new memories. Seven years of memories of being trained, conditioned, and accepting her positions. When the memories were done uploading, she heard someone say, “let's bring it all together." Not that she understood what that meant. 

But the device that was in front of her forehead started glowing red, and there was a crunch inside of her brain. And things started to make sense again…

Monday morning Cynthia was sitting at her desk when Jeffrey Johnson called her into the office. She stood up, she checked her hair and her jewelry, she looked down at her white blouse and how she may have undone an extra button or two to show off her cleavage. Her skirt definitely showed off her ass, and she loved the stockings she was wearing which lit right into those sky high high heels. She walked with an exaggerated walk into the office. 

“How can I help you Mr. Johnson?" 

Chapter 2: Kinky Slut.

Jeffrey looked up at Cynthia, “I believe you have met Mrs. Davidson, the head of HR. She looked to the side of the desk where she saw the woman who arranged her Vegas trip on her knees with a ring gag in her mouth and her wrists cuffed behind her back.“Yes, sir.” she acknowledged, not at all disturbed by what was in front of her.

Jeffrey continued, “Mrs. Davidson was supposed to ask you a couple questions, but since she has her mouth full I figured I'd ask instead. The seminar you were supposed to go to was supposed to help you determine whether we have created a sexual harassment situation or a hostile work environment for you. Do you feel that this is a hostile work environment?”

Cynthia shook her head, "not at all, Sir.”

Jeffrey looked at Mrs. Davidson and they both nodded to each other. So then he looked down to the next question, "do you feel like I have sexually harassed you?”

Cynthia took a moment to think, “absolutely, And I'd also like to add that I would be very disappointed if you didn't sexually harass me some more. Preferably a few times a day.”

"Well, only because you asked me so nicely. Can I see those lovely tits of yours?" Jeffrey asked as if he wasn't sure what she was going to answer. He knew. 

“Why Mr. Johnson, I don't think it's very appropriate for you to ask her to me." Her voice very playful. 

“Cynthia, I wasn't asking." 

"mmmm.” She moaned-slash-hummed, “I really like a man who knows how to take control and tell a girl what to do.”

He looked at Mrs. Davidson, “crawl your ass over here, and get my dick wet. I've got a new pussy to break in." 

Cynthia watched as the HR rep crawled over to her boss and wrapped her caged moth around his dick and started making some very wet slurpee sounds. She watched lustfully as the married woman brought Mr. Johnson to full erectness. Part of Cynthia was almost disappointed that she wasn't the one commanded to do that. 

“That's enough,” he told his fluffer. The woman slowly took her mouth off his cock and crawled into a corner to watch. Jeffrey, on the other hand, had his eyes firmly locked on Cynthia's tits. He used a finger to gesture for her to come closer, and she complied, holding her breasts up for him with her hands. He used his hands to pressure hers away and squeezed them together. She rolled her eyes and smiled widely. 

He turned her around And reached to cup them from behind. “Mag-fucking-nificent.”

“Thank you, Mr Johnson.” She said earnestly. She was actually proud that he liked her big fake titties. 

A moment later, his hands moved down along her narrow waist, and then took a firm grasp of her big fake ass… It was firm and perfectly hourglass shaped, and she loved the way he grabbed it. So possessively. It made her feel like she was his toy. She loved feeling like a fuck toy. 

His hips thrust against her ass pushing her against the desk. He pushed with his right hand against the middle of her back between her shoulder blades and slowly bent her over his desk. She felt her skirt being lifted, and you didn't even bother taking her panties off, he simply pushed the thong to the side. “You don't mind if I cum inside you, do you?" 

Her first bit of protest escaped her lips, "I would prefer it if you used a condom, sir.”

That actually confused him, “really?" As if he wasn't expecting her to want a condom. 

"No sir, It just really gets me hot when you disregard my requests and do what you want. Plus I have a feeling that you like it too.”

Jeffrey, let out a loud laugh, “you are not wrong. Let's try this again…” he uses fingers to rub along her slit, and then rubbed her clit in little circles, “you don't mind if I cum inside you? Do you, slut?”

“I prefer it if you used a condom, sir.”

"Too bad.” he said with authority. 

She giggled, he laughed, she giggled more, he pushed inside of her, And she let out a moan of pleasure that drove him to push harder and deeper.

She was a slut, and Cynthia loved being a slut. She had kink on her mind, and couldn't wait for the point in their professional relationship when she made it past the basic sex as she wanted to be tied up and fucked… senseless.

She loved the way he pounded into her pussy and she felt her thighs also against the desk.  She was so wet for him and the way he was going to cum inside her any moment… in fact… that moment. 

He led a massive grunt, he started to tense up, and his meat tensed and seh clenched for all she was worth as his pumping got intensely fast, then slower and more deliberate as she was pretty sure he was using her snatch to milk his cock for every drop and filling it into her sloppy wet cunt.

He slowly withdrew from her. He looked at Mrs. Davidson, and just pointed with one finger… She crawled right to him, and through the ring gag, her tongue stretched lewdly to start cleaning his penis off.

Cynthia slowly picked herself back up and turned herself to face her boss and the head of HR cleaning off his cock with her mouth… Cynthia found herself biting her lower lip as she was a bit jealous of her co-worker.  She wanted to clean him off, her own juicers or even Davidson’s juices.. All mixed with the immaculate flavor of his jizz.

When Jeffrey was done with Mrs Davidson, He waved her off with a single hand and closed the distance between himself and Cynthia. His nose just millimeters from hers, huge down between our legs, and dipped a finger inside of her. She gasped and her smile widened.  He pulled a finger out and lifted it to her lips, covered in her juices and a helping of his cum. She opened her mouth and slowly suckled on his finger until he was clean…

Jeffrey continued to look right into Cynthia's eyes, “Are you going to enjoy the feeling of my cum dripping out of your panties all day long?" 

She inhaled deeply through her nose, "Yes, Mr. Johnson. I'm gonna love, feeling your cum dripping out of my cunt and into my panties all day long.”

“Good girl, I want you to clean yourself up and get back to work." 

"Yes Sir,” she replied as she fixed her bra and then buttoned up her blouse, mostly… She still displayed plenty of cleavage for her boss to see. She knew whenever he left the office she would straighten herself out: Her skirt, touched up her makeup and fixed her hair in the mirror on the wall. Even now, she tidied herself up pretty well and then she left the office with Mrs. Davidson still on the floor on her knees. She closed the door behind her. 

She looked at her phone, she had several missed texts. It was Anna, her roommate. She rolled her eyes, she did not have the patience to deal with that woman right now. She had got off the plane, then just went straight into the office this morning like a good worker. Anna kept texting her where she was and why she hadn't been responding all weekend. Just wanted to make sure she was okay. 

Cynthia rolled her eyes, that girl was too much of an aggravation for her. Didn't even know she used to see in her. 

Once the day was over, she packed up her stuff, grabbed a purse and Cynthia took an Uber home.  She opened up the door and saw Anna.

Anna had a big smile at first, and started walking across the room waiting to give her girlfriend a big hug. But she stopped when she felt their chests press together and she took in Cynthia 's look. 

“Why are you dressed like that?" Then her eyes seem to focus in on Cynthia's cleavage, "are your boobs bigger?”

Cynthia agreed with a nod and added, “And my butt too!" 

Anna's eyes continued to take in everything, "I thought you hated wearing high heels.”

Cynthia looked at her confused, “why would I say that? I love high heels. They make my legs and my ass look hot and totally fuckable. I love looking hot. I love looking fuckable!”

"Cynny, what happened this weekend? Why haven't you called me back? I was worried about you." 

“I'm fine. You don't have to act like my mother.”

The look on her girlfriend’s face was like she just got smacked. "Excuse me?”

"What?” She asked as if she had no idea what she had said that was wrong. 

"Why would you say that I'm acting like your mother?" 

“Because you just kept texting me. Over and over and over again. It was really just showing how insecure you are. Like you couldn't go 5 minutes without pestering me.”

Anna's eyes started to tear up. “Why are you so angry? Everything was fine a couple of days ago? What happened?" And then as if a dark thought overtook her, “did you cheat on me when you were in Las Vegas?”

Cynthia just rolled her eyes, "No. I did not cheat on you when I was in Las Vegas…" as if that was potentially the stupidest thing she could have asked.

Relief started to take the weight off of Anna's shoulders. “Thank goodness." 

“But I did sleep with my boss this morning. Well there was no sleeping, he just bent me over at the desk and fucked me until he filled my cunt up with his jizz.”

Anna looked like she was trying to say something, Her mouth kept opening and closing but no words came out.  Her mouth finally closed and stayed closed for a while, just staring at Cynthia.  She was like a pot about to boil over, "what the fuck? You need to get out. You need to leave my place right now.”

Cynthia rolled her eyes again, "I'm a legal tenant here. I'm not leaving.”

"Yes, you are. My name is on the lease, not yours. Get the fuck out." 

Cynthia straightened herself up, finally stopped and looked at Anna directly in the eyes, “And we have a contract, I have paid my half of the rent. And you would still have to follow through with any legal requirements. If you wish to kick me out, you would have to give me a minimum of 30 days notice, or until the end of the following month.” She looked at a smartwatch, flicked a couple times with their finger, “which would give me 46 days to leave assuming you gave me a notice to quit within the next 14 days.”

Anna stared at Cynthia incredulously. “Consider it given.” She started to walk away, defeated… not sure what else to say. 

But Cynthia still had something to say, and a common collected voice, “I'll need that in writing." 

"I'll give it to you tomorrow.” There was a pause, and then a slight anger to the defeated tone of voice, “You're not sleeping in my bed tonight. You're going to stay here for the next month and a half, then you can sleep on the couch.”

"Whatever.” It was a nice couch, and Anna’s mattress was lumpy.

The next day, Mrs. Davidson asked if there were any complications in her home situation. Cynthia told her about the blow up with her roommate. And now she needed to find a new place. 

Apparently, Mrs. Davidson told this to Mr. Johnson. He approached her later on in the day, and offered to rent an apartment for her, if she was willing to make herself available for a good fuck whenever he wanted to come over after work… or before work. She agreed.

For Anna's sake, She was actually out within 14 days, not a month and 14. Mr. Johnson had arranged for workers to fill the place with furniture, and all she needed to do was bring in her own clothes. She found that it was a three-bedroom apartment all to herself. But one room was all for Mr. Johnson. It was filled with fetish clothing and sex toys. 

She found that she loved wearing fetish clothing. She loved the way the latex felt against her skin. Everyday she would come home from work and dress up in sexy costumes. She would take pictures of herself and send them to Mr. Johnson. A few times a week. He would come to see her after work, cuff her to the frame of the bed and fuck her senseless. Life was good.

For months, she got a perfect on the job learning experience. She had a boss that could fuck her relentlessly until she came. Her brain would be dripping out of her cunt and she'd have a dopey smile on her face everyday. He would come by after work at least three times a week, show what a submissive fuck toy she was. She would embrace the slave lifestyle if it would please him. She loved calling him ‘master.’ he seemed to like it too. She loved it when he made her wear a collar. 

Then one day she got a phone call, “ hello Mr. Johnson's office, this is Cynthia. How may I help you?" 

“Hi Cynthia, this is Jeanette. Do you know who I am, subject 5309?" 

Something hitched in the back of Cynthia's mind, somehow she knew who this woman was. She was not just a name. Someone who must be absolutely obeyed no matter what., “I believe I do. How may I be of assistance to you, Jeanette?”

“Mr. Johnson is late on his payment. I'd like you to politely remind him that he is overdue. Will you do that for me?”

Cynthia nodded her head as if the woman could hear her, “I'll make it a priority this morning." 

"Thank you so much, Cynthia… have a wonderful day.” 

“And you as well, Jeanette." And the phone was dead.

She got it from her desk, and walked over to Mr. Johnson's door and knocked politely. He told her to come in. 

"Hi Sir. Jeanette just called, she said that you're overdue on the payment.”

She could see in Mr. Johnson's face that he knew exactly what she was talking about. "Oh yes, thank you very much. He then scribbled onto a sticky note, and stuck it to the side of his computer monitor." 

“Then if there's nothing else, I'll get back to my computer." 

"Actually, slut… I can use a blowjob.” 

A big smile pulled at Cynthia's face, “I thought you'd never ask." 

A week after that a similar phone call was made from Jeanette. And there was a similar response from the boss. 

And then finally on the third week, something happened again. The call was made, and Cynthia stepped into Mr. Johnson's office and she told him the same thing she had the week before. This time he seemed to be beyond annoyed, “you know what? Cynthia, I'm not paying that bill. I don't want you to bother me with any of this anymore. It's too late and nothing is going to happen. Do you understand?" 

Cynthia nodded her head in approval, “I understand sir.”

"Good. Now. Get your tight ass over here so I can fuck it." She smiled and scampered right over to her boss so he could fuck her ass…

That night she picked up her own phone, something told her that she needed to do it. Jeanette's. Voice answered, "hello?”

“Hello Jeanette, this is Cynthia from Johnson, Jones, and Smith.” she started.

“He's not paying." 

Cynthia was surprised at that answer, was the woman psychic? "How did you know?”

“Because you're not programmed to call me unless he was going to pull a stunt like that." The woman responded. 

“What do you mean that I've been programmed?" Cynthia asked and she stared at her phone. 

“Nevermind about that. Cynthia. OS-5309-shift-collections-punitive." There was a pause, “do you know what to do?" 

"Of course. I'll get your money, And make sure he regrets ever trying to cross you.”

"Very good, keep me informed." 

Chapter 3: A Woman Posessed or reposessed.

Cynthia woke up the next morning and she was definitely a new woman. She had gone on a bit of a shopping trip the afternoon before, after she received a phone call from Jeanette. She carefully packed a few of them into her bag.  She picked a larger bag than she usually did, but it was necessary. 

Typically she would go to work with her hair down for Mr. Johnson. He liked it that way, she would have her hair and little curls that would frame her face, but not today. She had her hair pulled back and put into a tight bun. She meant business. She usually had big hoop earrings, but not today, today they would be Ruby studs since she was out for blood. Ever since the seminar she would wear a bright red lipstick to entice him, to make Mr. Johnson think of what she could do to him with her mouth. Not today, today she did wear a red lipstick, it was a dark red like crimson, so that he would see every word she articulated when she spoke with him. 

Mr. Johnson liked her wearing a white blouse that was partially see-through, with the top buttons unbuttoned so he could see the top of her bra and all of her enhanced cleavage. She would wear a skirt for easy access, and a pair of sky-high highheels to make her ass look fantastic. Not today. Today she was a black three-piece suit, it would have well iron slacks with a firm crease in the middle, no easy access… It would be a double breasted vest that would show the slightest hint of cleavage, but would truly hide the sexuality that he came to expect from her. And a suit jacket that screamed, “I am in charge." And she wore highheel boots with a three inch wedge like she was there to crush walnuts.

She walked into work nearly 20 minutes early. The people at the front desk seemed to give her a second look as they didn't recognize her initially. Some had given her up to being just one of the office bimbos, others had to give her a double take as they didn't recognize her at all. But she got through all the checkpoints as expected, she was a worker there, it's not like she was trying to sneak in. She was just dtressed a little differently. She stopped at Mrs. Davidson's office and knocked on the door. 

Her eyes went a little wide as she looked at Cynthia. "How can I help you?”

“Mr. Johnson has refused to make a payment, Jeanette has implemented my punitive-collections framework. I will see to it that Mr. Johnson makes good on his payments, and will understand that this will not happen again. I've also been told to work with you to make sure that you have my back." 

“Of course. I will be here to support you in all actions since he is in violation of the long-term contract.”

"Thank you.” was all she said is she turned on a heel and left their room. 

Cynthia took the elevator up, and her heels echoed across the floor as she walked towards her computer. She turned the power on, and then immediately walked into Mr Johnson's office. 

“Cynthia, why are you dressed like that?" He said as he looked her up and down with distaste. Clearly he didn't expect a woman like her to look the part of authority. 

She closed the door and turned to face the boss and walked right towards him. She reached forward and grabbed him by the tie and pulled him up to her. “You are late on your payments." 

“I told you not to-" 

His voice was interrupted by the smack across his face. "We are not talking about that right now. We will talk about that after work today.”

"The hell we will. I make the decisions-" he grabbed her wrists roughly, “And I-”

His sentence and thought process were interrupted by the sharp pain in his elbow and shoulder as she took his wrist and bent it behind his back and smacked his head into his desk.  She reached for her bag and removed the first object. Phallic in nature, not too big, definitely not too small. She placed it on the table right in front of his eyes, and he knew what it was, a butt plug. Next she withdrew with a single hand. A tube of lube. Still using one hand to hold his hand behind his back, She managed to pull his pants down to his knees and then take the lube and get that toy nice and slick… A moment later he felt the coldness dripping down his ass crack and her finger warming it into his waiting ass. And another minute later she felt it penetrating him.

He was breathing heavily, “stop." He gasped/begged.

"shhhh…” she whispered, “you don't want everyone out there to know what I'm doing to you, do you?" His silence was answer enough.

She reached into that bag again, this time she pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She pulled him back into his chair, walking his wrists behind his back and making it so he could not get out of his chair.  Next, she moved a little pink contraption. It was a chastity cage. She looped the pink cock ring around his balls, and pulled his penis through it, then came the cage which fit over his flaccid penis so well and then got locked in place. 

He kept swearing at her. Not insulting her. Just swearing after each and every step of the way. Maybe he was swearing at himself? Maybe in his predicament? But he seemed to be smart enough not to insult her this time. 

She stood back up, pulled out a key fob that looked like it would start her car, but when she pressed the button there was a zap at his balls. “Fuck." 

Then came the final piece, a harness. She held it in her hand as she spoke, "I'm going to undo the handcuffs. Then I'm going to put this around your waist, it will hold your chastity cage closer to your body, while also ensuring that your butt plug does not accidentally slide out. If you do anything I find untoward, I will shock you with a much higher pain setting. Do you understand?”

He nodded his head.

"Look at me. Jeffrey," And she waited for his eyes to meet hers, “do you understand?" 

"I understand.” 

With that she went behind him and unlocked his handcuffs, and she had him stand up and put his hands palm down on the desk as she worked the harness around his waist and connected it to the chest of the cage and his butt plug. After that she pulled up his pants and said she had some work to do. 

She left his office, sat down at her desk and started doing her work. Just about 10 minutes later? Mrs. Davidson called her. She picked up the phone, “how can I help you Mrs. Davidson?"

There was a sigh, “Jeffrey tried to have you fired and was adamant that you had an escort to have you taken out of the building. I told him that he couldn't do that and it would be a violation of your contract. He tried to make an argument, but I told him maybe he should have paid his bill before it got to this stage. He hung up." 

“Thank you. I'll address it." 

She took the fob And pressed the number two button."

Less than 5 seconds later, a “mother fucker!” escaped the boss' door. And she repeated that every 3 minutes for nearly 45 minutes. Jeffrey opened the door and asked if he could speak to her for a moment. 

In a saccharine tone, she simply responded, "I would be delighted, Mr Johnson.” And she followed him inside. 

“Why do you keep shocking me?” He asked us if he had no idea. 

"Because I wanted to. I'm in charge today, I set the rules. If I want to shock you every 3 minutes for the hell of it, I'm going to shock you every 3 minutes of the hell of it. I certainy didn’t want to shock you every 3 minutes because you tried to have me fired and removed from the building, However, I am going to shock you every 3 minutes because you tried to have me fired and removed in the building. Did you know I can actually set this thing to just stay on for like 20 minutes at a time?" 

He stayed silent and glared at her. 

She repeated herself, “did you know that I can actually set this thing to just stay on for like 20 minutes at a time? I'll save your silence as disbelief. I guess I'll have to demonstrate." 

He put up both hands, “it's not necessary, I believe you.”

"Do you have anything else you would like to say to me right now?" 

He looked defeated once again, “No, That will be all Cynthia.” so she left, and got back to work.

When it was time to punch out, She stuck her head in the boss's office, “Jeffrey, stop by my place in an hour… If not you will see the 20 minute setting going off every 25 minutes until I go to bed tonight. I have a feeling that it's going to be a late night." 

He seemed to look pale, but nodded at his head, “I’ll see you then.”

She left with a wide smile on her face. Roughly an hour after she got home, there was a knock on her door. Cynthia was not at all surprised that it was Jeffrey. 

"Hello, please come in." 

He did, he put his jacket on that coat rack just like he did all the time. But he didn't immediately start undoing his tie. That worked for her. She grabbed his tie and led him to the back room or as they had affectionately renamed it: the playroom.

This is the room where he had dominated her so many times. The way she'd been made, she loved every moment of it and she dreamed for him to come and treat her like the submissive slut slave that she was. 

Was. 

She didn't feel that way anymore, she revelled in the idea of dominating him now. Make him understand that deals are deals, and he would fulfill his part one way or the other. 

He started to protest, but she zapped him once. That took the fight right out of him. She put him on the rubber bed. He was on his hands and knees, and she attached straps to keep him just like that. The problem was, he was still clothed and he wouldn't be able to take off his clothes the way his arms and legs were restrained. 

Truthfully though, that wasn't actually a problem. She pulled out a pair of scissors, and one snip at a time. Removed every stitch of clothing that he wore. Soon. All he was wearing was the harness, the plug, and the cage. 

She showed him a riding crop, and she teased him with it, running it over his skin, tantalizing him. Teasing him. And then she smacked them across the ass with it. He grunted. And she did it again and again until there was a rhythm to the way she smacked them. Eventually there came a slap to his balls, and he yelled out in pain. And again. And again. 

She stepped away for a while, and when she came back into the room she was sporting a harness of her own. But this one had a giant dildo attached to the front. Black and hard and roughly the size of her forearm and fist. 

“Please no." 

She started to undo the harness, and pull out the plug. She was going to fuck his ass and she was going to fucking love it.

“Wait! Please!” His voice was so desperate. His music to her ears, it might have been a better symphony and than anything Beethoven could have come up with. At least with the mood she was in at that moment. 

"Why would I want to do that? Are you ready to pay your bill?” she asked in a sing-song voice.

“I can't." He blurted out.

"You're going to have to.” was all she responded to with the threat of this strap-on silently dangling in their conversation…

“No. I mean I can't pay. There was an audit, I don't have the money for that. Really, I don't have the money to pay for it." 

Cynthia took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, then walked out the door with the phallic object bouncing with every step. She made a phone call, “hello Jeanette, this is Cynthia… We have a problem.”

The next day Cynthia was at her desk when she saw Mrs. Davidson walking in from the elevator. She gestured with her hand to follow, and they both walked into Jeffrey's office.

"Hi Jeffrey.” 

He looked nervously at the two women, "Hi.” His voice was a little distressed, but they could tell he was trying to hide it.

Mrs Davidson continued, "So we have a seminar in Las Vegas for you to go to.”

He knew what that meant, hell, he had done it to both Mrs. Davidson and Cynthia… "I can't. I have a lot to do this week.” He was stalling. 

"Everything has already been worked out. Your father is one of the senior partners, he signed off that Cynthia will be in charge until you get back…" unfinished words dangled at the end of that sentence.

“My father?" He asked as if he didn't want his father to ever know about this. "But my father doesn't know what that means." 

"He does. He and Jeanette had a long conversation this morning. They have had a very long partnership themselves. And they know each other very well. Contracts are contracts. And you signed one." 

Mrs. Davidson walked to the door and opened it, there were two large men. Security. "Who are they?” he asked. 

Mrs. Davidson just smiled, “They are here to escort you to the limo." 

With his head hung low, Jeffrey got up and walked to the two security agents. He was led out of the office, And Cynthia walked back to her old computer, Grabbed her purse, And then sat down at her new computer behind his desk. 

Three days later, there was a knock on the door. Cynthia called for them to walk in. It was her former boss, It was expected… Though he was almost unrecognizable.  But now the former boss had a much more pleasant smile. "Hello Ms. Gates, how can I serve you today?”

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