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Suzanne It started out as bit of good luck, which dragged him in, trapped him and changed his life forever. Mike Davis was the Manager and owner of a supply company, which he inherited from his parents when they were killed in a motor vehicle accident. It was like getting the keys to the candy store! A business with a recognised, respected trading name, a high turnover and a respectable profit; he had nothing much to do to keep it going. All he had to do was turn up at the office each day and remind the girls who was the boss. The girls;- when he took over from his father he found an office of about 25 women in various stages of decay, supervised by Mrs Winters, a woman in her fifties and well past her prime. Mike took the new broom approach and swiftly removed any of them who weren't pleasing to the eye, couldn't do their job or weren't prepared to acknowledge him as the source of their meal ticket. Mrs Winters tried to raise some objections, along the lines of. "This isn't how your father would have done it," and. "Old Mr Davies had respect for the women who worked for him." At that stage she usually started crying and he would remind her of her place and send her away to smarten up. When Mike found out that his father had planned to give each of them a share in the company when he retired he went through the roof! "But your father loved and respected everyone who worked here Mr Davies," explained Mrs Winters. "he wanted them to have something to retire on too and he wanted to thank them for their years of devoted service." "Devoted service my ass," he thought, they were after anything they could screw out of a gullible old man! Since there was none of this was in the will he felt perfectly justified in giving everyone of them two weeks notice and the minimum separation pay. He kept Mrs Winters, she was the only one who really knew how the company operated. Mike made each of the old girls train their replacement in the two week hand over and every one of the new staff knew in no uncertain term just which side their bread was buttered. Mrs Winters tried to object, something about harassment, but it was pointed out to her in no uncertain terms that the job market was a scary place for a woman in her fifties with little put aside for retirement, she soon shut up. Life went on; the company continued to produce a tidy profit and the girls became more amenable to his whims. There might be the occasional burst of tears, but hey, women's problems happen everywhere, don't they? One day when Mike was out on the floor Shelley, a nice little blond in Accounts Receivable, came up to him. "Excuse me Mr Davis, can I sell you a raffle ticket? It's for a good cause." Now Shelley was a very nice piece, he knew because he picked her, despite the fact that he could have her with the click of his fingers, he wanted to keep as sweet with her as he could, so he turned on the charm. "Why of course Shelley, how much are the tickets and what's the prize?" "They're two dollars each, or you can buy a book of five for eight dollars, the prize is an all expenses paid weekend for two in Las Vegas." Las Vegas! If Mike had one weakness it was gambling, there were very few bets he could walk away from and a weekend in Vegas sounded like heaven. "I'll take a book!" "Oh thank you very much Mr Davis!" Shelley sounded surprised and grateful to the point that a bit of dictation in his office later was not out of the question. Life went on. Mike had forgotten about the raffle when he received a phone call on a Saturday night two weeks later. "Mr Mike Davies?" said the man's voice on the other end. "Who wants to know?" "George Fisher from the Society for Handicapped Children, I have some good news for you." "What, I've been selected from a cast of thousands to give you some money?" Mike was about to hang up. "No, no, you've won our raffle, you have an all expenses paid trip to Las Vegas!" Mike was on a cloud for the rest of the weekend. When he got to the office on Monday he kissed Shelley and gave her a box of chocolates, (that would be good for a session at a later date), but she wasn't his target for the weekend. This was a weekend for two, it made sense to him to take one of the office girls, they couldn't refuse and it seemed to Mike that the one who went with him might get a little prestige with the other girls. He decided on Katrina, she was small with dark hair, pale white skin and dark eyes. She knew a thing or two, she liked him fucking her and she had some special tricks to get him excited. She was so petite he had raging fantasies about dressing her up in a school uniform and fucking her. Mike called her into my office. "Katrina, I'd like you to come to Las Vegas with me in two weeks time." "Sure Boss, there's only one thing," What's that?" My Mother's very sick, if she gets worse, I may have to cancel." "OK, but what are the chances," "Well she's actually on the mend, so I'd say not big." "Good, then we're set for a weekend of fun in Vegas!," "Sure looks like it Boss." With that she gave a twinkle and wobbled her saucy bottom out of his office. The next two weeks went in a daze, Mike was even worse than normal at focussing on what Mrs Winters needed him to do to keep her operation running, Friday finally came and he found myself at the airport, waiting for Katrina. The final boarding call came just as his cell phone rang. "Boss, it's Katrina, I'm sorry but my Mother is worse, she may not live until Monday, I can't come with you." She sounded bad, she was sobbing and crying, Mike found it difficult trying to deal rationally with a to you on Monday. Bye." Mike had no luck at the airline counter, it was either fly or lose everything, so he flew, hoping that when he got back he may be able to talk some airline exec into giving him at least a bit of credit for what he had lost. Mike had never been to Vegas before, his straitlaced folks didn't like that sort of thing. It was bigger, brighter and bolder than he had imagined. He was met at the airport by a hotel limo and it took no effort before he landed in his room. It was everything the raffle ticket promised and more! "I'm sorry Sir, we couldn't give you the promised room, so we have upgraded you to the Presidential Suite, I hope you understand." Understand? All he could hope for was to find someone to bed while he stayed in this amazing place! He went down to the tables and wandered around. Some has-been was doing a show tonight; his parents would have loved him. Roulette, cards and dice of various varieties, all the usual games were there, while in the background the ceaseless roar of the poker machines. The one game that really got Mike was Blackjack. He didn't count cards, but if the house was honest and you knew your stuff, you had a reasonable chance of winning at Blackjack. He sat down at a table with a couple of other players. The seats on either side of him were vacant. He bought a thousand in chips and started playing, winning, but not much, the woman on his right didn't know how to play; made stupid decisions, and that flowed on to him. He was about to get up and move to another table when. "Mind if I sit here?" "It's a free country, I was about to get up." "Oh, don't do that!" She was about 5'7" and was Katrina on steroids! Dark hair, dark eyes, which flashed when she spoke. She had an impossibly narrow waist and wore six or eight inch heels. Mike stayed fixed in his seat. "Well?" she said. "Well what?" "Are you going to play? You have a pair of aces in front of you." After that things seemed to go into a blur. They got onto a winning streak and, an hour or two later, with thousands of dollars sitting in his pockets, he leaned back in his seat. "I'm inclined to take a break and get some food, would you like to join me?" "That would be nice, I haven't so badly myself." After dinner and drinks things seemed to escalate, they got back to his room in the early hours of the morning. The late hour not stop them from making wild, passionate and somewhat perverted love. They woke up the next day, just before noon, made love again and had a huge breakfast, which they topped off with another bout of sex. It seemed like they had been made for each other. Suzie and Mike spent every second of his trip together. Before the end of the weekend they knew they wanted to stay together, so it seemed like a very small step to go to the Chapel of Love and get married. Mike flew home. Suzie, who appeared from casual probing from Mike, to have more money than he did, was the CEO of her own business, which resolved "difficult" personnel problems, so she stayed out West for a week before coming to meet him. The news that Mike had met a girl and got married was met with a variety of responses, mostly favourable from the business, although he couldn't say whether the girls at work were happy because he'd found a wife or that they wouldn't get used so often. That didn't happen, even after he got married, if he needed someone during the day, he'd call on the nearest girl to help give him some relief. For Mike, life with Suzie was awesome. They'd go off to work during the day, come home, have mind blowing sex, take in shows and restaurants, come home, have more sex and go to bed. What more could a man ask for? The one small cloud on the horizon of domestic bliss was the toilet seat. Mike just didn't understand why women had such a thing about it;- up or down? He was an only child and in his house his father ruled. He had never lived with a girl before Suzie; he couldn't understand how she felt about toilet seats, or why she got so upset when he left it up! It started with a quiet request, which got repeated and then, over time, grew into a hurricane. "PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN AFTER YOU'VE USED IT!" He really couldn't see what the problem was. "After all dear, you have gravity working for you." Big mistake! This issue blew up to the point where it occupied his whole life; he was getting nervous about opening his mouth. In the end Suzie came to his rescue. "Mike, I know I've been a little obsessive about the toilet seat, I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What sort of deal Suzie? "Well I'm going to make you a bet." Mike was intrigued. "OK, what are the terms?" "If you manage to leave the seat down for a whole month, then I won't EVER mention it again, regardless of whether it's up or down! Mike was happy, there was an end in sight to the battle. "OK, that sounds fair, what's the other side of the bet? "If you don't manage to leave the seat down, then you have to sit down to pee for a whole month." This sounded a bit weird to Mike. "For a whole month?" "Uh huh." "Sounds OK to me" Mike was already revelling in the fact that in one month Suzie would stop nagging him on that subject. "I agree." Suzie indulged in that rather bizarre habit of spitting on her hand and then shaking his, after which they agreed the bet was sealed. Mike blew it. It didn't take long. The bet was made on a Thursday night, on Friday they went to dinner, it was their seventh month anniversary, Suzie plied Mike with wine and Cognac, by the time the cab got them home he was drunk. Mike went to the bathroom, finished up, left and was called back by Suzie. "Mike, oh Mike, I think you've forgotten something!" He couldn't deny that he had left the seat up and, as a consequence, lost the bet. He mumbled something and went to bed. The following day Suzie shook him awake at about 6:00am. "What's going on, where's the fire?" "Darling, you recall last night you lost the bet by leaving the toilet seat up?" "I was drunk." "I don't seem to recall that the bet made any mention about drunk or sober, it just said about leaving the seat up or down, you left the seat up; you have lost. "Ok, ok, for the next month I'll sit down to pee, OK?" "Yes you will, and just to make sure you do, I'm going to lock something on to you to make sure you do." "What on earth are you talking about?" "I have a gadget here which will lock up your dick so you can't pee standing up, you will have to pee sitting down." "Show me!" She held it out, it was a full-on male chastity cage! Sure, it would stop him from being able to pee standing, but it would stop him doing other things too! "That's a chastity cage!" "Yes, I believe it is." "I don't want to wear one of those, I want to have sex with you whenever I want!" "Oh darling, don't worry about that, I want to have sex with you too, I just want to make sure you pay your debt. You have my word on it, I'll unlock this every time we want to have sex, and it's only for a month." "But can't you trust me?" said Mike. "I promise I'll sit down to pee every time!" "Well you promised to leave the seat down and look what happened there, so, no I can't. You must put the cage on." "Well I'm not going to do it, I don't want to and you can't make me." "In that case I'll have a word to Joey," said Suzie. "Who? Joey? Who's he?" "Good try Mike, but I know Joey is your bookmaker, when I tell him that you have reneged on a bet the word will get around, you won't be able to place a bet anywhere in this town." "But this is only a bet between husband and wife!" "We spat on our hands and sealed it properly! It's either a bet or it's not, this is a bet. Are you going to pay up, or do I let the whole world know? Mike reluctantly agreed to wear the cage. Surprisingly, it fitted comfortably when he locked it into place. Despite the fact that it fitted well, there was still room for chafing and discomfort. On Sunday night Mike asked her if he could take it off for work? "Oh no dear, this is going to stay on 24/7 for a whole month." "But what about sex?" Suzie sounded comforting, but a bit vague when she said, "Oh we'll have sex as often as we both want it, don't worry about that!" When Mike had returned to work after the trip to Vegas and announced that he had a wife it seemed to be a trigger for staff to relax and forget their places. He soon found opportunities to remind them of who they were and who they worked for. Minor infractions were met with slaps and paddlings on their backsides, more serious mistakes meant the woman involved would have to please him if she didn't want to lose her job. There were usually enough infractions, clerical errors, infringements of the dress code and late arrivals, to keep Mike happy every day. The first day Mike went to work with the belt on was very quiet from his point of view, but on the second day Katrina made a major bungle. Mrs Winters knocked at my door. "Excuse me sir, Katrina has made a serious mistake and you have specifically asked me to draw these to your attention so that you can punish them appropriately." "What was the mistake?" asked Mike. "A whole day's invoices were wrong, she got the tax calculation wrong and the company will have to pay the difference." Now this was bad, if Mike had been in a position to, he would have had her in his office, whipped her ass and fucked her stupid but, at this point, there was nothing he could do. "Can't you look after her Mrs Winters?" "Excuse me sir, but it would look bad if you didn't discipline her after what you did to Mary. (Mary, a brunette with big tits, had got a couple of journal entries wrong, after which she hadn't been able to sit down for two days and had gone tight laced in six inch heels for two weeks.) Mike agreed and had Mrs Winters send Katrina in. "Katrina, you've been naughty, Mrs Winters has asked me to discipline you" Katrina grinned wickedly and said, "That's exactly what I was hoping, we haven't seen much of each other since you got back from Vegas," "But I'm married now Kat!" "And I've been married all the time I've worked here, so what difference does that make?" "Well I'd like to think it makes some difference to me!" "Oh don't be ridiculous, you know you want me." She cuddled up to him. "Come on, let me have that cock of yours..." She felt the cage locked on him. "What's this?" She unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. "My God! You've been locked up! The mighty Mike Davies in a chastity cage! Wait until the girls hear this!" "Shhh, Kat, not so loud, I don't want the whole office to hear. I lost a bet, I have to wear this for a month, please don't tell anyone." Kat got a strange, cunning look on her face. "I won't tell them if you'll agree to do one thing." "What's that?" "Four of us, three friends and me, meet in the little storage room at lunchtime to play cards. Provided you agree to meet me there and do as I tell you, I won't tell the rest of the office." "But Kat, that's another three people who will know!" "It's that or the whole office!" She made for the door. Mike had to think fast, he panicked. "OK Kat, I'll be there, at lunchtime." "Good. I thought you'd see sense!" Katrina waltzed out of the office. It seemed to take a long time for lunch to come around, at the appointed hour Mike went to the store room. Inside were Mrs Winters, Katrina, Shelley and another long serving member of the staff, Emily. "Ooh look, who have we got here?" she said as Mike stepped inside. Kat said, "This is our entertainment for today, Mike, go over there and strip!" He looked at her aghast, she repeated her command and, when he still failed to move added. "Mike, we agreed that you would do as I told you, otherwise I tell the whole office. Now, which is it to be?" Mike went over and stripped, feeling ashamed and dominated and that this was horribly, horribly wrong. Kat clapped her hands while the others looked on, amazed at his chastity cage. "Isn't it lovely? As I understand it, he has to wear this for the whole month, so that's one month where he can't get at any of us! Mike has agreed to do exactly what I tell him to, or I tell the rest of the girls about his new clothing!" Mrs Winters said, "Yes, but why is he here? Kat said, "While he can't slip his dick into us, we still have needs, and he still has a tongue! While we play cards there's always one who isn't playing. I thought it would make it more interesting if the dummy got a bit more fun out of the game. "Ooh Yes!" said Shelley. "That sounds like real fun! "There you go Mike, get under the table, whoever is dummy will open their legs and you can get to work." "But what do I do?" "I just knew he'd be a slow learner," said Kat. "You will lick their pussy until they come, and make sure you do it quickly, we can't hold up the game waiting for the dummy to come!" After that, lunch hour became torture for Mike, on his knees for an hour, licking out four pussies, trying to get them to come as fast as he possibly could, Mike thought that sometimes they delayed coming, so that at the end of lunch Kat had reasonable grounds to hit him for delaying play because they didn't get their standard number of rounds finished. By Wednesday night Mike had been without sex for four days. Given that he'd been required to orally service four women multiple times without relief himself, he was feeling frustrated to say the least. He got home and sat down to dinner with Suzie before he broached the subject. "Darling, Suzie, you said that even though I had this thing on we would still have sex, but we haven't had any for four nights now!" "Darling, I said we'd have sex when we both wanted it, I just haven't wanted it." "But we always have sex! Almost every night!" "'No, you always want sex;- maybe you need to learn how to get me in the mood." Mike was perplexed. "How do I do that?" You just need to think about getting me in the mood. "Why don't you come home early tomorrow, tidy the house and cook dinner for me? That would be a start. Now come here and give me a cuddle!" Mike did as he was told. The next day Mike left work early, got the ingredients for a fancy but easy dish on the way home and was standing in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove as she came in. Suzie smiled. "That's good, but not good enough." Mike was confused, "What do you mean, I'm cooking dinner, just like you said?" "Yes you are, but I want it sexy, something to turn me on, I want you stripped, you may wear an apron to protect the sensitive bits, but nothing else." Mike sighed to himself, anything to humour her, after all this was only a month. He stripped. As he was cooking she came into the kitchen, saw him and nodded approvingly then left. When dinner was ready he served up two plates, set two places on the table and called Suzie. "Again that's good, but you've missed a point." "What do you mean?" "Well I want you, naked, standing by my chair, ready to serve my every whim, sitting opposite me doesn't meet that vision." Mike was so frustrated he obediently cleared away his food and cutlery and stood at attention, ready to fill her wine glass or water glass, ready to meet her every need for the 30 minutes she took to nibble at the dish he'd sweated over for hours. Finally she nodded her head and said, "That was lovely, bring me port and coffee in the lounge room in ten minutes. In the mean time you may have your food and clear up." Naturally, Mike's food was ruined; the fact he had to wolf it down didn't help. He raced around the kitchen cleaning up as best as he could in the time allowed, made coffee and poured her a glass of port (by now he knew he wouldn't get one) and took it into the lounge. "Mike! Well done, come over here dear and kneel down!" "Why, what do you want?" "Don't ask questions, just do as you are told, you want to make me feel happy so we will have sex. If you do as you are told, you will make me feel happy and I might feel like having sex. Now, the first thing I need is a foot rub, here's the massage oil, get to work!" Mike went to work, powered by all the frustration of five days without sex. Suzie encouraged him. "That was very good, but it's just the start, most men fail to appreciate that women need or like a bit more warming up than they usually get. I know you hate giving head, but I want you between my legs now and you won't get some until I get at least one orgasm!" Mike's experience with the ladies lunchtime card club paid off, it was only a matter of a few minutes before Suzie was screaming and clamping her legs around his head, and a few more minutes before she was pushing him away saying. "that's enough for now." She helped him off his knees. "My, my, you have been keeping your light under a bushel haven't you? For a man who said he hated cunnilingus you do surprisingly well! You have certainly warmed me up to the point where you should have some reward!" Naturally enough Mike got excited at this point; A. He was going to get some and; B, if He was lucky and she was not too attentive, he might get out of the belt. If he got out of the belt there was no way he was getting back into it! Suzie said, "Go into the spare bedroom, get undressed and sit on the bed. You will find there is a collar attached to a chain. Lock the collar around your neck. Once the collar has been locked around your neck you may call me." Mike did everything as directed. He lay naked, chained and caged on the bed, and then called Suzie. She must have been outside the door, she came in and before he knew it, the belt was unlocked, he sprang to attention without any further stimulus. Suzie climbed on top of him. "My, you are feeling desperate! Now, let's get one thing perfectly clear, I'm calling the shots here, you will lie there and control yourself, you will not come until I tell you to come, if you come before I tell you to, it will be a long time before we do this again! Do you understand? "Yes Suzie, I understand." "Good!" And with that she proceeded to fuck his brains out. Mike was trying as hard as he could to stop any progression to orgasm while she seemed to be doing everything in her power to drive him to it. On the way she had multiple orgasms of her own. Mike got to the point where he could no longer hold himself in, it was either come or explode in some other way, and just as he was about to do it she yelled out. "Come!," and he did. It was incredible, it seemed to go on for ever, he seemed to lose all bodily function in a swirling mass of nervous release. At the end Mike just lost all control and, when he had finished, he quickly fell asleep. Mike woke up early the next day, the light told him it must have been an hour at least before he needed to get up. A quick check told him that the cage had been locked up and the collar had not been unlocked. He tried to get back to sleep. This worked for a while until his bladder reminded him that it had been a long time between visits to the bathroom. Nervously he shifted about on the bed. The chain gave him enough room to lie on the bed or to squat at the head of the bed, but no more. There was a big flower vase on a table, just out of reach, but nothing else. There was no clock in the room and his wristwatch had been removed, all he could do was bounce nervously at the end of his chain, hoping that Suzie would come and release him soon. The pressure built up and the pain began. Mike was at the point where he knew he would have to let it out, when the door opened. "Hello sleepyhead! I'll let you out in a second, just have to have a quick pee! Suzie raced off, oblivious to his cries of pain and discomfort. The door opened again in a couple of minutes, Suzie saw him bouncing up and down at the end of his chain trying to stop his bladder from releasing. "Suzie, please let me go!" "Of course Mike, there's just one thing I want from you first." "Suzie, unlock me! Now!" "I will unlock you, but you have to agree to something first." "I'm in pain!" "That should make it easier to agree." "What do you want?" "Just sign this form. It shows that you agree to become my slave." "Your what?" "My slave, you agree to be my slave, you will do everything I order you to do, without question or hesitation." Mike hesitated, Suzie noticed and said, "How's the bladder?" "Oh, you...." Suzie jumped in. "Don't say that, it will only lead to recriminations later, do you want an end to this discomfort?" "Yes, but..." "'Well, sign the form," Suzie stuck it under his nose, at this point the pain from his bladder was severe, so he signed; there was nothing else he could do. "There you go." She unlocked him from the bed, leaving the collar around his neck. Thanks Suzie." There was an instant change in attitude from Suzanne. "From now on you address me as Mistress Suzanne, is that understood?" "What?" "From now on you address me as Mistress Suzanne, is that understood? I can lock up this chain again." Mike was desperate to go, he understood very quickly. "Oh, yes Mistress Suzanne." "Good, now clean up your mess before your go to the bathroom." Once again, he got confused. "What do you mean? "You've left some spots on the floor, lick them up." "You want me to lick them up, my urine?" Suzanne pointed out. "I get the feeling that if you don't lick those spots up, there will be a lot more very soon!" He knelt down and licked tentatively near one of the drops, Suzie made a grumbling sound and swished his back with the crop she was carrying. "Ow!" ""Ow" yourself, get a move on, or there will be more of those, Oh, I notice that the excitement of that little incident has made you lose a little more, if you don't hurry up we could be here all day!" He could see her point, he bent down and cleaned up every drop. "Well done! Off you go! Once you have cleaned yourself up, make my breakfast; yoghurt, tea and toast in fifteen minutes." Mike hesitated. "Yes, but..." "What did I say?" She waved her crop threateningly. "Yes Mistress." "Good, you are learning." Suzanne smiled. He satisfied every demand she made that morning and finally she told him to get dressed for the office. "Mistress Suzanne, please take this collar off me." "What on earth for? Well everyone in the office will see it and it will make things difficult for me." "Yes, I can see that, very well." This concession gave him the hope that this was only a short term arrangement and Suzie was open to reason. The next week was crazy. He'd get up in the morning, slave for Mistress Suzanne, satisfying her every need, go to work, kneel to the ladies in the storage room and then come home and slave to Mistress Suzanne again. The ladies in the store room liked his services so much they extended his roster to cover morning tea as well, so now he had 15 minutes at 10 am and 30 minutes at 12:00. Mike felt that he was getting worn down by the strain. Katrina confirmed his feeling. "You need a vitamin supplement. You look as though you've been burning the candle at both ends! Here." She thrust a pill at me. "Take this, I'll give you one every day, the card club can't afford to loose such a valuable member, not even for a day!" I took the pill, she winked at him and moved off. Since the initial lockup Mike had had sex when Mistress Suzanne enslaved him, and one subsequent time. She had given him the same instructions but he had failed, coming far too early in her opinion. He was worried that he wouldn't get any more until the term of the bet expired. So when one night after dinner she appeared in front of him dressed in her most seductive lingerie he was surprised and enticed.. "Slave! as soon as you have finished your work, you may go and lock yourself on your bed! This was a clue to him that she wanted more than just a tonguing tonight. Mike raced through his chores, checked that there was nothing she could find fault with, then reported to Mistress Suzanne and went to bed. Mistress Suzanne entered his room about 10 minutes after he had locked himself in place. She was exquisite! Black, eight inch high heels, silk stockings, silk satin panties, a firm under bust corset, all covered by a lacy negligee. "Well done slave. The usual rule, you don't come until I tell you to." She took off her panties and thrust them at his nose. "Smell this!" Then she wrapped them around his shaft and rubbed them up and down a couple of times. She stopped as if remembering something; "I'll be back in a minute, I just need to go to the bathroom." The sensation of a newly released prick covered in silk was too much for Mike, he had to touch it! As soon as he touched it he was trapped; he started pumping and very soon afterwards; "What the hell do you think you are doing!!? She caught him just as he was coming and shot his load into her knickers. The simultaneous shock, shame, relief and euphoria made him babble incoherently at her. She walked over to the bed. "So you decided to go on without me?" "I don't suppose you have anything left for me?" She flicked his flaccid prick. "Well you will just have to use your tongue." She locked his cage and mounted him, grinding her pussy against his mouth. She worked herself to three more orgasms, allowing him little time to breathe, let alone do anything else. She left him exhausted, locked to the bed and in no doubt that she was upset with him. The following day she said nothing about the previous night's episode. Mike figured he should let sleeping dogs lie and said nothing. He completed all his tasks and began to get dressed for the office. "Hold it! Since you're so interested in my knickers, you can wear these today." She held out a pair of pink satin panties. "But Mistress! I can't wear those, what if someone finds out?" Don't be silly, no one will find out, it's not as if you are going to take your pants off anytime today!" Little did she know of the card players. Mike's objections were useless, he left the house with pink panties underneath his conservative business suit. When the time came for the usual trip to the store room for the morning tea card game, Mike tried to beg off, saying he wasn't feeling well and that stripping off would make his cold worse. Kat countered that by revealing that she too had been feeling cold so she had put a heater in the room and it was now toasty warm. Mike had to give in. When he went to the room, Mike tried to strip off in one go, taking the knickers down with his trousers so the women wouldn't see them. They didn't usually pay that much attention to his getting undressed anyway. So Mike thought that it was just his bad luck that Kat spotted a flash of pink. "What have we here?" She walked over picked up and waved the pair of panties in front of his face. "I had to wear them ... Mistress Suzanne..." "Oh, so it's Mistress now is it?" "Yes, she made me wear them as punishment." "Punishment? For what?" The gang of four listened with eager glee as Mike described what had happened the night before. Kat turned to the rest and said, "I don't think that panties are enough." "What do you mean Katrina?" said Mrs Winters. "I think he should wear a dress and blouse too. Do you remember when he tried to get us to wear a uniform?" "How could I forget?" said Mrs Winter. "What a sexist thing to do!" "Well they're still out the back, I'm sure there's one he'd fit into." She left the room before Mike could object, and returned a few minutes later carrying a couple of sets of clothes. Mike had thought that the combination of high heels, short skirt and low cut blouse was attractive without being sluttish, he was now starting to wish he had gone for something more elegant. "How are we going to get any of these around his waist?" said Emily. "He's much too fat." "Not to worry," said Kat. "I was taking one of my corsets to the cleaners today, with that we should be able to shrink his waist by four inches at least." Mike felt that it was time to make a stand. "Now look here, you can't do this to me, I am your boss and the owner of this business. I demand to be allowed to put my clothes back on and go back to my office! If you let me do that I'll over look all this and you can keep you jobs." Kat looked thoughtful and turned to Mrs Winters. "He does have a point you know, we should just let him get dressed and go. Mrs Winters nodded and said, "Yes, you're right, Mr Davies, get dressed and go back to work." Mike nodded in satisfaction, working out in his mind how he was going to sack each and everyone of them as soon as he could. He turned around to where he had left his clothes, nothing was there apart from the pink panties! "Where are my clothes? What have you done with them?" Mrs Winters looked surprised. "I'm very sorry Mr Davies, but I didn't see anyone touch them; girls?" Each of the others expressed surprise and denied all knowledge. Mrs Winters turned to Mike. "It looks like you have three options, you can go out there in your chastity cage, you can put your panties on, or you can get dressed in this uniform and at least look reasonably decent. "Can't you go and look for them? Please?" "Look for what?" "My clothes. My wallet and credit cards were with them!" "Oh I'm sure we can; girls, go and look for Mr Davies" clothes." Mrs Winters ordered "You know how he hates time wasting, be back quickly!" They had hardly stepped outside the storeroom before they returned, reporting their failure. Mrs Winters stepped towards him, holding the corset. "Well, what is it to be?" Mike's courage failed at that point and he pointed at the corset saying, "I'll wear the uniform." His words triggered a bustle of activity from the women, two of then grabbed his hands and made him hang off a rack, feet in the air, while the other two wrapped the corset around him and (he felt) attempted to cut him in two by drawing it tighter and tighter. When he felt he was was about to faint from his inability to breathe, they measured his waist and pronounced themselves satisfied. They let him drop off the bar and continued to dress him; stockings. "You must wear stockings, otherwise the corset will ride up and cut you in two." (As if it didn't feel like it was already doing that!) slip, bra, (with filling) then the blouse and the skirt. They paused and looked at their creation. "what do we do with him now?" said Kat "Let's take him out and introduce him to the other girls!" "Girls, this is Michelle. She'll be working as the office junior assistant today. Depending on how things go, she may stay with us." None of the other girls said or did anything. Mike knew this must have been planned. They kept him running to and fro all morning long, fetching and carrying until, just before lunch, Shelley said, "Mrs Winters, we'd like to take Michelle out to the Beauty Parlour and help her get a make over." Mrs Winters smiled. "I think that would be an excellent idea, you know what a stickler Mr Davies is for personal presentation. You may use the company credit card and I'll debit the cost to Michelle's pay." Mike tried to protest, Shelley whirled around to him and said, "Listen, either you go along with this, or we strip you, piece by piece in the middle of the office. The girls would love that, but how would you feel?" Mike couldn't do anything but go along with her and hope that the results weren't too radical. Shelley and Emily escorted him down the street to the Beauty Parlour. He got the feeling there were two of them just to make sure he didn't run away, although in the heels they'd forced him into there was no chance of that! Fortunately, the shop was only a block and a half from the office. The shop was quiet when they entered. "Hello Sandy," said Shelley. "This is Michelle. I told you about her, we need some serious help or Mr Davies will sack her." Sandy said, "That Boss of yours, I can't believe what a pig he is! I don't understand why you don't leave!" "Well jobs are hard to find and he knows that. Now I think today we need eyebrows, facial and a full body wax, oh and ear piercing if there's time." Sandy sniffed. "You don't want much, do you? It's a good thing we're quiet and I can get all the girls to help." She turned around to her staff and started firing orders. Mike was dragged out the back to a changing room and "helped" out of his clothes. The pink panties drew giggles but the chastity cage produced a stunned silence. Sandy said to Shelley. "Have you got a key?" "No I'm afraid not." Well we'll just have to go all the way around and do whatever is accessible." And go all the way around was exactly what they did. Mike had never been exposed to a more painful or humiliating process. When they had finished waxing him, Sandy sprayed something on his body and face saying that it would inhibit regrowth. Then they pierced his ears, fitting him with sleepers and gave him instructions on how to keep them free from infection. He was then made up, his nails were varnished and he was helped to dress. Sandy was stronger and more vicious than Shelley and Kat, by the time she had finished lacing his corset Mike had no room to breathe whatever. "Just take little breaths, you'll be fine!" were her words of comfort. There was a mirror in the hall on his way out of the changing room, he stopped, amazed! He couldn't believe the woman in the mirror was him! "You see Michelle, you look nice when you take time. That nasty Mr Davies won't sack you now!" Shelley and Emily walked him back to the office, although after all that had been done to him, Mike was not capable of running anywhere. Mrs Winters sniffed and noted their late return. "Michelle, your pay will be docked." Mike couldn't believe it was really necessary, but when he tried to question her she said, "If you don't do exactly as I tell you, you will be punished in accordance with the scale of punishments and fines laid down by Mr Davies. He has delegated responsibility to me for awarding punishment in his absence, and he seems to have stepped out of the office today. Impertinence or basic insubordination can be punished with up to twelve strokes of the ruler, would you like that?" Remembering that that was exactly the punishment prescribed for the offence, and how much pleasure he derived in delivering it to some of the young women in the office, Mike quickly affirmed his desire to do everything Mrs Winters told him to do, as quickly as she told him. She smiled, if you could call it that. "Good girl, I'm sure if you maintain that attitude, we'll get along well." The day finished in a haze of pain and discomfort from the twin torments of his shoes and corset. When Mrs Winters finally announced that it was time to go home Mike even smiled at her. His plan was to go and find his business suit, change and clean off as much makeup as he could before he went home. Emily and Shelley were at his side before he knew it. "Since this is your first day, we'll give you a lift home, we know you don't have any money with you, we know where you live and we don't want you getting lost." Again, they seemed to have their roles rehearsed, Mike was walked to their car, almost in lockstep, and pushed into the back. He tried one of the door handles, it wouldn't work. Before he knew it, they were outside his apartment building. As soon as Emily stopped, Shelley leaped out, "I'll take her up." She opened the door for Mike and held his arm. "Shelley and Michelle, we're here to see Mrs Suzanne Davies," she told the porter. He touched his cap and, after a quick check, called the elevator for them. Mike's heart sank, how was he going to explain this to Suzanne? They arrived at his floor, Suzanne pushed him along the floor to the door to his apartment and rang the bell. "There you go dear, I'm sure you can do everything from now." With that she ran back to the open lift and stepped inside. The doors closed on them before he could get inside. Mike cursed in frustration as the door to his apartment opened. "Yes, can I help you Miss?" Mike turned around. "Michael! Or should I say Michelle? You seem to have taken this cross dressing thing in a big way!" "Suzanne, I have been the victim of a huge practical joke! They tricked me into getting undressed, discovered that you made me wear pink panties today and then forced me to get dressed up like this! Please let me get changed into some normal." Suzanne let him in the door. "You certainly seem to be upset by all this; you even forgot to address me as "Mistress." I'll let you get out of that ridiculous outfit (she gestured at his work uniform). I have something far more appropriate for you to wear. "Thank you very much Mistress, I'm happy to go naked while I prepare dinner." "That won't be necessary, put this on, let's see how it fits." She thrust a French Maid's outfit into Mike's hands. When he gazed back at her in stunned astonishment she stopped. "What's the problem slave?" "Mistress, I don't want to be a girl!" "Well you hide it very well. You should have thought about that before you started playing with my knickers. Go and get dressed before I get angry!" Mike returned shortly. Clad in high heels, black stockings, frilly white panties and petticoat, a small black dress that fitted over his tightly laced waist and a frilly white apron and cap to match. Suzanne nodded her approval. "Good, now get to work." It seemed that, as a maid, Mike had to do everything that a slave would do and more. He was dead tired by the time Mistress Suzanne allowed him to finish work, but she forced him to change out of his maid's uniform into a pink satin babydoll, while tightening his corset even more. His instructions were to rise at 5:30 am, prepare himself, wash, dress and make up, to be ready at 6:00 am to act as Mistress" personal maid, until it was time to dress for work. Once he had finished his morning duties, Mike expected to go into his dressing room and put on one of his many suits. When he opened the door all he could see were dresses, skirts, blouses and rows of heels. "What the fuck?" "Well slave," Suzie was standing right behind him. "Now you have embraced your feminine side, I wanted to give you some choice. You don't have to wear that sluttish outfit you came home in yesterday." "But I don't want to wear women's clothes!" Mike cried. "Slave! You will wear what you are told to wear!" Suzanne slashed at Mike's backside with the crop she now carried, Mike yelped with pain and answered in the only way he knew to stop a beating. "Yes mistress." Michelle's daily routine developed into a precarious balance between the demands and punishments of Mistress Suzanne and those of Mrs Winters and the office girls. She never got enough rest and her strict diet kept her starving. This made her prone to making mistakes, which led to even more punishment. It was about a week after Mike had first been forced to dress as Michelle when, after Michelle had completed her evening duties, Mistress Suzanne ordered her to lock herself onto her bed. Michelle had not been allowed and orgasm since the episode with the panties, so she hoped that somehow she had earned a reward. Mistress Suzanne entered the room and unlocked the cage. Michelle immediately sprang to attention. Mistress Suzanne made a face and gave the penis a stinging flick. "I don't have time for that nonsense." The penis softened with the pain. Mistress Suzanne said, "I have a present for you, which will help with your attempts to embrace your feminine side." She went out and returned holding a chastity belt. "This has been designed to give you a flat front while keeping you in complete chastity. She went to lock it on. Michelle was desperate. "Please Mistress may I come first?" Of course not, silly girl, you haven't done anything to deserve a reward like that, now concentrate on keeping yourself down, or this will hurt even more." The new chastity belt did enhance Michelle's figure and added to her discomfort. Regular visits to the beauty parlour and the effect of the pills, which Suzanne fed her every day, were radically changing her appearance. A casual glance would never reveal that Michelle was really a man. One morning while Michelle was trotting busily between desks in the office, trying desperately to keep the demands of the office staff satisfied, Mrs Winters stepped out of her office, the fact that this used to be Mike's office still upset Michelle. "Michelle, please step into my office, now!" Fearfully, Michelle raced to Mrs Winters" office. What had she done? What horrible punishment was in store that it was not going to be delivered in the office in full view of the girls, as most punishments for Michelle were. Michelle stepped in to the room. "You called me Mrs Winters?" "Yes Michelle, I wanted to introduce you to Miss Cripps," Mrs Winters indicated the woman sitting on the "casting couch" which she kept in the room after Mike had been ousted. "You may not know that Mr Davies used to harass Miss Cripps and demand sex before he would place an order with her. Now that Mr Davies has gone missing I think we should repay her for her mistreatment. "Yes Mrs Winters?" "I want you to use your tongue to the best of your ability and bring her to as many orgasms as she wants. If you don't satisfy her, you will be punished. Miss Cripps spread he legs and laid back on the couch, Michelle knelt down and started work. She did not expect this to be difficult after all she was servicing five women each day. Five minutes, ten minutes, Michelle was quite sure she had brought Miss Cripps to orgasm at least twice, but outwardly she showed no sign. After fifteen minutes of hard tongue work, Mrs Winters returned to the room. "OK, how did it go Miss Cripps?" I'm afraid it was very boring, she has no talent and failed to stimulate me at all." Mrs Winters appeared to be embarrassed "I'm very sorry, between us we need to punish this lazy slut. Mrs Winters bent Michelle over a chair produced two crops and gave one to Miss Cripps. "Here are the rules of the game, Michelle must count each stroke and thank the person who gave her the stroke. If she gets it wrong she gets the stroke again. I think she deserves six strokes for this neglect of hospitality. Miss Cripps nodded her head. "Who starts?" "Let's get her tied down so she can't see." Mrs Winters tied Michelle's legs and hands to the chair. Michelle's head was bent down so she couldn't see who was standing behind her. Whack! "That's one thank you Mistress Suzanne." "Unfortunately for you, that was Miss Cripps, so you are back to one. Whack! (This one landed on the other cheek) "That's one thank you Mistress Suzanne" "Well done, you worked out where we were standing!" Whack! "That's two, thank you Miss Cripps." "Good girl, you guessed well." The two women kept the game going, changing sides, hitting him on the offside buttock, so what was supposed to be six strokes turned into 24. Michelle was bruised and bloodied by the time she was released from the chair. Mrs Winters immediately assigned her to a desk job for the rest of the day. When she got home, Suzanne immediately found fault, Michelle was late, Michelle's apologies that Mrs Winters had kept her late and the bus was slow bore no fruit, she was slapped, spanked and whipped on the doorstep, adding to Michelle's woes. It was the same week when Michelle was again called into Mrs Winters" office. "Michelle, this is Mr Giles and Mr Brown, Michelle curtseyed as she had been taught by Mrs Winters. "How do you do gentlemen?" "Michelle" said Mrs Winters. "You won't know, but before Mr Davies went missing, he used to allow Mr Giles and Mr Brown access to the girls in the office for whatever purpose they desired. It helped sweeten their contracts." "Well, I don't want to lose their contracts and since you are the Junior you will provide them with whatever hospitality they desire. You will do whatever they tell you to and do it willingly, do you understand girl?" Yes Mrs Winters" said Michelle, looking down at her feet. "She's rather skittish, I think we should restrain her before you gentlemen get your exercise, after all, she is a virgin" The men responded eagerly to this information and quickly helped Mrs Winters restrain Michelle and tie her over a chair so that her mouth and ass were presented for action. "Have fun boys" were her parting words as she left the room. As Giles penetrated Michelle from the rear the pain and the shock were enough to make her scream, her cries were quickly muffled by Brown's cock being stuffed in. Brown and Giles really went to town on her. It seemed to Michelle that her ordeal lasted for hours until Brown came in her mouth, followed shortly after by Brown shuddering with a groan and withdrawing. When they untied her, she collapsed to the ground. The men laughed, tidied themselves up in the ensuite washroom, and went to leave. Mrs Winters must have been waiting on the other side of the door, because as soon as they opened it she came in. "She's too tight, you'll have to do something about that," was the only comment Giles made as he left. Michelle struggled to her feet. "Tidy yourself up, you little slut, and do something about that disgusting mess between your legs!" Michelle was shocked to find that despite the pain and her disgust with the experience, she had come sometime during it, and semen was dripping out of her belt. Humiliated and ashamed, she pulled up her panties and tried to adjust her dress, before rushing to the washroom to clean herself as much as possible. It was quite clear that Mrs Winters had told the staff exactly what had happened. For the rest of the day she was the target of comments and knowing glances from the rest of the girls. It would have been easier to take the new position of office slut if it hadn't been for knowing that the girls hated her even more and the shame she felt from knowing that somehow she had enjoyed it. Mrs Winters" took up Mr Giles suggestion to stretch Michelle's asshole. She started a regime of inserting butt stretchers in Michelle's butt. Mrs Winters contacted Mistress Suzanne and asked for permission to have Michelle wear the stretchers 24/7. Mistress Suzanne was more than happy to allow this, and even started the practice of giving Michelle a series of enemas every morning to ensure that Michelle was not distracted by having to visit the bathroom during the day. The stretching program must have been effective as the comments from visiting salesmen were very positive. To say that Michelle became used to her new life would be an overstatement, but she learned to get by. It seemed that she was doomed to be a sex toy and slave forever. The first month passed by without comment and Michelle became resigned to the fact that she was trapped. It was about six months after she was first belted that Mistress Suzanne made an announcement. "I think it's about time we took a holiday, I want to visit a spa and you must come as my personal attendant. I will speak to Mrs Winters about allowing you to take a month's leave." Mistress Suzanne may have had great powers of persuasion, but Mrs Winters was still angry that she was losing Michelle for a month and took it out on Michelle. Michelle was still hurting when they got on the plane to Mexico. Mistress Suzanne prepared Michelle very carefully for the flight. Her belt was removed and a plastic chastity cage was attached. Michelle was allowed out of her corset for the flight and she was dressed in a conservative men's business suit. People see what they want to see, so there were no difficult questions at border control. When they landed in Mexico they were met by a limousine from the spa resort and whisked away into the hills. Michelle was not surprised at the luxury which greeted them at the spa. They were greeted by the manager and served welcome drinks, a blue one for Michelle and a green one for Mistress Suzanne before being escorted to reception. Michelle was so used to having Mistress Suzanne take all control that it took her by surprise when she was asked to sign some forms. She was so unused to drinking alcohol that the drink had gone straight to her head and she was feeling somewhat woozy when the forms were put in front of her. She signed without reading them. Mistress Suzanne took more time to read and sign her forms, by the time she had finished, Michelle had got worse, she was barely able to stand. She didn't resist when they brought out a wheelchair and sat her in it. She wondered vaguely what was happening too her as they wheeled away, but the effect of the drug made it impossible for her to think coherently. She was unconscious by the time they put her on a hospital bed, cut her clothes off and inserted a drip. Mistress Suzanne was accompanied by a man dressed in a lab jacket when she looked down at the unconscious Michelle. "We can do everything you have asked for Mrs Davies, it will cost a fortune and will take the full month, even then she will be very sore when we release her." "That won't be any concern of mine Doctor, as long as she is fully feminised by the end of the month." The doctor smiled. "We can certainly do that. Why after giving him two sets of implants, what I can only describe as a new pee hole, removing his testicles and some ribs do you want to leave his penis? Mistress Suzanne looked at the doctor. "I have to have some way of tormenting him." Michelle's month was a kaleidoscope of pain, going in and out of consciousness and strange men and women in white coats looking at her. Whenever she was sufficiently conscious to try and ask questions they were ignored and she was sedated. When she finally came to Mistress Suzanne was sitting by the bed. "At last! I want you out of that bed right away, get dressed and don't ask any questions." Slowly and painfully, Michelle sat up and tried to stand. She couldn't understand why she felt off balance. She removed to white hospital gown and caught sight of herself in a full length mirror. There was shocked silence. The figure that stared back was completed changed from that of Mike Davies, it almost completely feminised. Her hair had been dyed black, her face and ears had been subtly adjusted to look feminine, they had done something to her shoulders so her collar bones were more prominent. She now had huge tits, much bigger than Suzanne's, her waist was smaller and she could she her butt had been enlarged. Strangely, she still had the plastic chastity cage locked on, she couldn't tell that she had lost her balls and her penis was merely decorative, she would have to sit down to pee from now on. "Get a move on girl! We have a plane to catch!" Mistress Suzanne yelled at Michelle. Michelle hobbled painfully across to the closet. She opened the door and found a maid's uniform. She found a pair of six inch heels and a full set of underwear to complement the uniform. Slowly, with the obvious impatience of Mistress Suzanne, she got dressed. Mistress Suzanne laced her into her corset, Michelle now had an eighteen inch waist. Finally Michelle was ready. Mistress Suzanne hurried her out of the spa into a waiting limousine. On the way to the airport, Mistress Suzanne outlined the changes to Michelle's life. From now on your name will be Maria, Maria Louisa Gonzales to be exact. You are a domestic servant and you have a Mexican passport and a green card allowing you to come and work for me. If you put one foot wrong you will be deported and forced to return to Mexico, which would be inconvenient for you since you have never lived here. Mistress Suzanne smiled. "Now Maria, when we get to the airport, I suggest you say as little as possible and let me do the talking." Maria took her advice, When she was questioned by the immigration officials she tied to look shy and answered questions with "Yes" and "No." She was surprised to find that her voice was higher pitched than it used to be. They went home to the apartment. As a welcome home gift Maria was locked into her proper chastity belt. At that point she discovered that she had lost her testicles. She went mad, it was only after a prolonged beating by Mistress Suzanne while she was locked to the bed that she calmed down. ?Why mistress, why?" "Let's face it Maria, you were never going to use them again." Mistress Suzanne laughed in her face. Despite the pain from her recent surgery, Mistress Suzanne set Maria to work at once cleaning and dusting the apartment, which was dirty after their absence. Maria was exhausted and hurting by the time she was allowed to go to bed. The next day was a Saturday, Maria rose prepared herself and then fixed Mistress Suzanne's breakfast. She stood at the base of the bed until Mistress Suzanne had finished, alert for any order to service the Mistress in any other way, but nothing came. When the Mistress finished her breakfast Maria cleaned up and withdrew. Since she had not been given any specific orders, Maria started her daily routine, washing, dusting, cleaning. When Mistress Suzanne called her she assisted with her bath and then gave her a massage. She helped dress her mistress and endured slaps for invented misdemeanours while she did so. Once her Mistress was dressed and polished to the standard which she wanted Maris was allowed to continue with her domestic duties. Maria was surprised by a departure from the routine at 10:00 am when Mistress Suzanne ordered Maria to prepare her a morning tea for four people by 10:30. Maria was horrified, to make sandwiches and other nibbles for ten would take an hour at least! She rushed into her preparations and despite the limited warning, was well underway by 10:25, when the doorbell rang. Maria cursed, wiped her hands, took off her kitchen apron and put on her clean one. She opened the door, she was horrified to find Mrs Winters, Kat and Shelley outside the door. She curtseyed, as she had been taught to do by Mistress Suzanne. "Good morning ladies, how can I help you?" "We have an appointment with your Mistress, please announce us" said Mrs Winters. "Please wait here" said Maria and rushed away to Mistress Suzanne. "Mistress Suzanne, Mrs Winters and two companions have arrived for Morning Tea" "Please show them in," "But Mistress, I'm not ready," "Then you will have to do what you can do and take the punishment for what you can't. Get to work." Mistress Suzanne pushed her away Maria went back to work, knowing that however hard she tried, she would fail. Maria provided coffee, tea and hot chocolate, she had freshly made sandwiches and muffins, but while she served them she could sense that the group were unhappy with her. "I do not want to be disrespectful Suzanne, but she has not provided what you promised she would" said Mrs Winters. "You could have given us a little more warning" said Suzanne. "The agreement was two hour's notice, you gave me one." "Yes, well," Mrs Winters looked as though she had been caught out. "even so, she did not perform well" Mistress Suzanne said, "I can't see any leftovers, it can't have been too bad." Maria looked on as the two women haggled, she didn't understand what was going on. It became clearer as they spoke. "We had an agreement, you would trap him, convert him and train him to the required standard" said Mrs Winters. "And how have I not met the contract?" replied Suzanne. "No, no, I'm just not sure that that you have met the required standard." Said Mrs Winters. "In what way have I not met the required standard?" hissed Suzanne. "Well she just doesn't seem to be as intelligent and responsive as she used to be." "Well you can hardly expect that after what we have done to her." Said Suzanne. "Her! Her! Ladies, you have your former Boss transformed as requested." "She is now a submissive maid who has no power whatsoever over her life. What she does and how she does it is all up to you. If she does something wrong then you have the power to correct her." "True, you have fulfilled the term of our contract," said Mr Winters. "Maria, come here and kneel!" Suzanne stood. "From here on you will be the property of these women. They will deal with you as they see fit. Mrs Winters, as agreed I have ownership of this apartment and will sell it, you own the business and can do with that what you will. What you do with Maria is up to you." Maria stood there stunned. "But Mistress, I own this, and I own the business!" "You silly fool, those were the first things you signed away" Suzanne laughed at her. "You never checked what Mrs Winters gave you to sign, you lost ownership of this apartment and the business before you even met me! After that it was just a simple, slow process to reduce you to this level, which we have achieved." Mrs Winters stood up. "You see Maria, when your father died and you took over, we could see that the office staff would not get the rewards your father wanted them to receive. They hated the way you treated them and needed to find a way to make it stop." She continued. "We engaged Suzanne to trap you and turn you into what you now are, it was the only way to stop you from harassing the staff and ruining the business." "From now on there is no way you can have any influence over the business, you own no property, you will be used as a domestic servant and junior staff at the office, it is all you deserve girl." Mrs Winters smiled.