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Justin awoke with a start, orange curls matted to his forehead. His body was shivering, though it was the dead of summer. She was laughing. He could still hear her laughing. His eyes darted to the clock. 3:52 AM. A few hours to go still... Justin's chest slowed and he sunk back into his sheets. Fuck. This was the third time tonight she had dropped into his dreamscape uninvited. This time he was in a cage, crouched and cowering like an animal. A crowd of people surrounded the tiny cell, pointing and laughing like he was the main attraction at a zoo or a circus. One person jabbed a finger toward his groin and he looked down, realizing for the first time that he was naked. The thing dangling there could hardly be called a penis, it was so small and shriveled. In fact, he felt like it was getting smaller and smaller, melting before his eyes... "Told you it was small." Her mocking voice cut through the crowd's chatter. He looked up and suddenly he could recognize everyone around him. There was that girl he sat next to in history and his homeroom teacher and the principal. His college buddies were there, jeering at him. He felt a stab of betrayal as he recognized Tasha's huge plume of hair in the crowd. She was laughing just as hard as the rest. His family appeared among them. There was his father and mother and sister, faces all twisted in disgust. His brother Nate stood there sneering at him and right by his shoulder, there 'She' was. She looked just as she did in high school, dressed in a tight sweater, jean skirt and knee high socks. Her face reeked of conceit and smarminess. "Poor little Jussie." Her mouth formed an exaggerated pout and then puckered as she blew him a kiss. Then those same lips turned to face Nathan and parted as she found his mouth... It was just a dream, Justin told himself as he had countless times before in the past. It wasn't real. But this time was different, wasn't it? In just four or so hours things were going to get very real. His eyes settled on drawer, where the blouse, skirt, stockings and garter belt were neatly tucked away in wait. He swallowed hard. How had it come to this? Justin retraced the events of the past few months in his head and recalled a family dinner at his parent's home. He remembered how he became stiff when he heard Camilla utter 'her' name, a name he hadn't heard in a couple of years. Camilla said the two had "reconnected" online and had become something like Internet penpals, exchanging messages and reminiscing on the old days. Justin remembered being surprised at this, as the two weren't exactly close growing up. In fact, he was pretty sure they couldn't stand one another. Once his sister mentioned that Bianca was doing more than well enough for herself, making serious moves in the fashion industry, Justin began to understand more. He didn't know if Camilla had any significant interest in fashion, but he knew she yearned for fame and publicity, and networking with Bianca could eventually pay dividends in that regard. "Her company's hiring. Said she's looking for a new executive assistant or something." Nathan gave a snort. "Working for Bianca? Last girl probably killed herself." "She's not that bad, Nate..." "Cam, she named her company "S+M." Who does that? A psycho bitch, that's who." "Nathan! Language, please," their mother chided. "I'm just saying..." "Are you going to apply, Camilla?" his mother asked. His sister scoffed. "Me, a secretary? Fetching Bianca's coffee and all that? I don't need the money that badly. Hey... maybe Justin should try for it." His siblings roared with laughter. Never in a million years, Justin had thought to himself at the time. But the truth was, he did need the money that badly. He had quit his miserable retail job to work on a comic strip with a couple of friends from college but that fell through before it had even started. Faced with the prospect of moving back in with his parents, he later let himself be persuaded when his mother gently suggested reaching out to Bianca. "Pride comes before the fall, honey. You never know where it may lead!" Well he had swallowed his pride plenty and now he had fallen to depths so low he wasn't sure he could crawl back out again. She had planned it. Set her web so intricately he hadn't even come close to expecting it. When he first worked up the nerve to reach out to her she didn't even reply to his message. When he followed up a second time she responded with a formal note saying they would take his interest into consideration. It sounded like a complete blow off and he didn't think he'd hear from her again. Then came the phone call and the invitation to an awkward interview that lasted all but ten minutes. He left feeling as if she was laughing at him and he regretted even showing up. He was speechless when she called again to say he was hired, feeling proud and elated despite his utter surprise at the result. Never would he have imagined that Bianca had got her hands on 'those' pictures, posted and forgotten on a corner of the web that he had since abandoned in a spiral of shame and guilt, a secluded place separate from his daily reality, his own secret garden a world apart from the real one. Yet, Bianca had always had a key to that hidden place hadn't she? How he wished he had left the phone ringing that day... Right on cue, Justin's cell began buzzing loudly. He thought he may have accidentally set his alarm wrong and couldn't believe it when he saw the name under incoming call. No. Don't answer it. She can wait.... but you don't want to piss her off, do you? You know what she can do to you, Justin. He lifted the cellphone. "H-hello?" "Oh good, I was beginning to think you weren't going to pick up." His boss' voice rang cheerily into his ear. "Looks like I won't have to add that to your list of infractions then..." She sounded almost disappointed. This was the first Justin had heard of 'infractions.' Yet another thing for him to worry about. "It's four in the morning, Bianca." "I am well aware of what time it is, Justin. I thought I made myself clear that I expected you to be available at all times. Do you remember me telling you that?" "...yes." "And is that the proper way to address your boss, Justin?" "Y-yes...I mean, uh... no, Miss Sinclair." "That's better," she said. "I'd say I was sorry for disrupting your beauty sleep, but you sound wide awake. Feeling too excited? I bet you're anxious for Justine's return to the office. She was 'such' a hit on Friday, wasn't she, and I'm sure the girls will be so thrilled to see her again..." Justin tightened his grip on his cell. Why did she have to do this? She couldn't give him just a couple more hours rest? She had to get an early start on torturing him? "Of course, once they find out Justine is here to stay, it'll be even more of an event. What office wouldn't love to have such a sexy little tease walking around in a tight skirt and blouse, finding excuses to bend over and show off her assets like the covert slut she is? Too bad there's no men around to steal a peek, I know you're disappointed about that. But I'm sure the women in the office will find plenty to be entertained by." Despite his anxiety at her words, he was further mortified to feel the stirring beneath his sheets. "Don't fret, I'll see to it that they aren't 'too' mean to Justine, but I think a little derision is warranted given the circumstances. Besides, I think my sexy little secretary likes that kind of attention. She likes to be a little exposed, to be a little ridiculed, doesn't she..." This was too much, just the thought of what was to come was tearing him apart inside now. He couldn't do this, he could not show his face at that office today. He just wouldn't show up and screw the consequences, he wouldn't do it! But the consequences were so much worse, weren't they? Bianca had made herself perfectly clear about what would happen if he was disobedient. There was no way out of this, what could he possibly do... "Well she's just going to have to wait a bit longer, I'm afraid." "......w-w-wait?" said Justin, dumbfounded. "I know, I'm disappointed too! But we do need to put a hold on Justine's grand reappearance, just for the moment. I have some things I have to get in order first. It's also my understanding that Justine only has one suitable outfit, and I'd never let her commit such a faux pas as wearing the same clothes to work two days in a row." Justin let out an internal sigh of relief. "So I guess we're still stuck with bland, boring Justin for now." He felt a tinge of anger at her drab description. "At least on the surface. There's plenty we can do to keep Justine flourishing until the day she officially replaces old Justin. And don't worry, that day will come sooner than you think..." We'll see about that, Justin thought, his spirit renewed. "I have some tasks for you in the meantime, write this down please." Justin grabbed a pen and paper and jotted down his boss' instructions. He didn't particularly like the sound of it, but it was undoubtedly better than what he originally thought lay before him. Once she had let him go, he reset his alarm (he was going to need at least an extra hour of preparation) and then buried his face in his pillow. A burden had been lifted from his shoulders, albeit temporarily, and he couldn't help but feel more relaxed. Annoyingly, he had an erection that just wouldn't go away, and he contemplated solving that problem. But just as before, the implications prevented him from reaching his hand down below and eventually he drifted back off to dreamland. His fourth and final dream was the most terrifying of all. **** Justin was uncomfortable as he sat at his work computer. His mind was stuck on that last dream he had last night. At the same time, he kept squirming in his seat, his skin enduring sensations both pleasant and unbearable at the same time. "You're fidgety today." His head snapped at attention. The soft voice belonged to one of Bianca's young interns, a petite and perky Korean girl with an incredibly bright smile. "Oh uh, h-hi Vicky." A nervous grin came to his face. He tried with all his might to keep his eyes focused above her neckline. Her small and slim form made her significant attributes up top stand out all that much more. "Yeah, I feel wired." Justin tried to relax himself. "Too much coffee, I think." "Oh my god, I know how that is. I think they're going to ban me from using the coffee machine in the break room," she giggled. She had such a nice laugh. "I'm a caffeine goblin. This internship is great and all, but it's stressful, you know?" "Tell me about it," he said. She had no clue. Vicky glanced around and leaned in over his desk. "Between you and me, I don't envy your job," she whispered. "Bianca's awesome but there's something about her that's so intimidating. I mean, if anyone else had asked you to do what you did last Friday, I doubt you would have done it. But with her... I get it." He blushed a bit. "It wasn't that big of a deal." "I could tell you were super embarrassed," she said with sympathetic look. "To be honest I thought it was kinda mean, like you were being hazed or something. But you did so well, like no offense, but you looked really good. My friend, he does drag and stuff on the weekends, and I'm telling you he would have been so jealous had he seen you." "Heh heh heh..." "Maybe I can give him your info, you could trade pointers or something," she laughed. "So, was that your first time?" "...first time?" "Yeah like... have you dressed before?" Justin seemed frozen by her question at first, but then he shook his head. "Oh. Some guys have a knack for it I guess. Hey," she said peering at his face curiously. "Do you wear make-up?" "Victoria! How are you?" Justin had never been happier to hear Bianca's voice as she popped up behind him. "Is the team treating you alright?" "Oh hi! Uh, y-yes Miss Sinclair, everyone's been great!" Bianca waved her off. "Please, drop the formality. I'm Bianca to everyone that works here. Well, mostly everyone." She shot a sly, almost imperceptible look at Justin. "Sorry to interrupt your conversation but I need to borrow my secretary for a minute." "No worries...Bianca," she said, emphasizing her name. "I was just complimenting Justin. You know, for last Friday." "Oh, yes! I was telling him earlier what an impressive job he did. Justin has many talents, but he's a bit bashful." Justin's cheeks went red again, confirming Bianca's assessment and the two women shared a laugh. "Well, I hope you have an excellent day Victoria. Shoot me an e-mail with your availability, I'd love to grab lunch with you sometime. Justin? My office." Justin tried his best to avoid grimacing as he listened to the click- clack of his boss' heels trailing away. Vicky raised her brows and mouthed him a silent 'good luck.' Begrudgingly, he got up and followed Bianca to her office. "Lock the door behind you," she ordered as he entered. She was sitting at her desk, scanning over a heavily marked up notebook or planner of some sort. He stood there quietly waiting for her to speak. "So she's cute," Bianca mentioned casually as she peered over the notes. "...huh?" "Victoria, your intern friend. She's pretty, isn't she?" "Oh...uh, yes, she is cute I guess." "Going to ask her out?" Justin hesitated. "...I hadn't really considered..." Bianca looked up at him with stern eyes. "I just hope you realize I don't consider flirting with coworkers a productive use of my secretary's time. Do what you'd like with the free time I permit, but if you're contemplating dating a colleague then you're going to have to get my okay first." Geez, he couldn't even date now without her permission? "Sure," he said docilely, then added, "I wasn't planning to ask her out." "Oh good." Bianca returned to her notes. "She seems like she'd prefer a manlier type of guy anyway. Don't you think, Justine?" His blood boiled. "Now, let's move on to more important matters." She closed the book and looked at him sharply. "I gave you an assignment on Saturday. Did you complete it?" Assignment? Oh fuck. "Right," he said, his forehead beginning to perspire. "The assignment." "...you do remember what I asked you to do, Justin? At dinner?" Dinner? What was she...Oh! He kicked himself in his realization. "You asked me to research the origin of the company's name," he said, half reminding himself. "That's right, Justin," she said in a congratulatory tone you would use for a small child. "And do you now know what 'S+M' stands for?" He chuckled nervously. "...uh...sadomasochism, I believe." She glared at him. "...sadness and melancholy?" "Are you trying to be funny?" she snapped. "Is this a game to you? Do you think it's smart to not take me seriously when you know exactly what I'm capable of?" "I'm sorry," he said tiredly. "Honestly, I just forgot, Bianca..." Her eyes narrowed. "Miss Sinclair," he corrected himself. "It's been a long weekend. I've had a lot on my mind." "Oh, I'm sure of it," she acknowledged. "Anyone in your position would likely feel the same. And frankly, it's not going to get easier for you. I'm not exactly shedding tears over your plight, considering I'm the cause of it. I'm going to continue to make things difficult for you because it amuses me to see you sweat. And you'll deal with it because you don't really have a choice in the matter." Justin gulped. The way she said that, so confidently, so casually, he couldn't believe it. What a bitch. "That said," she went on. "This was not exactly a hard assignment. I'm not being mean to you when I say this is basic knowledge every employee working here should know. And if you're that much of a ditz that you can't remember to do such a simple task as googling a company's name then maybe you should at least remember to write it down next time." "Okay," he said, aggravation bleeding into his voice. "I get it. I will." "You will what?" "I'll research the name." "If you step into this office tomorrow without an answer..." "I said I'll do it!" The small outburst caught even him by surprise. He braced himself for an angry response, but instead she just stared at him, twirling a pen in her fingers, her lips turning to a slight grin. She looked entertained by his frustration, and he realized he was coming across as less of a rightfully frustrated employee and more like a petulant kid being scolded. "Good." Her bright eyes scanned his figure up and down, scrutinizing him. "Now get undressed." "......come again?" "I want to inspect you, so take off your clothes," she repeated. "Right now." She looked on expectantly, continuing to spin the ink pen in her hand like a mini baton. Justin visualized himself telling her to fuck off, but his hands moved as if they had a mind of their own, and slowly began to undo the buttons in his shirt. Bianca surveyed him as he removed the shirt, revealing his bare chest. His abdomen however, was concealed by a cotton fabric waist cincher, designed to shave inches from his already slim form. Tasha had loaned it to him, considering it a necessity for his outfit last Friday. Less so today, but his boss was explicit in her directions for him to don the same undergarments he had previously. She smirked. "No bra, Justine?" "...I didn't wear one last time," he mumbled. "And that's unacceptable. I can't have my secretary walking around with her tits hanging free, can I?" He frowned. "I don't have breasts, Bianca." "Not as of yet." She sat back, her chest rising and falling softly beneath her blouse. "Continue." Pushing back his anxiety at her last comment, Justin pulled off his loafers, then unhooked and removed his belt. His heart pounded as his boss leered at him and he tried to imagine himself home alone in his bedroom. Justin had always been shy about showing his body, even with past girlfriends. He realized now that maybe it was because it brought back repressed memories of little Justin playing dress-up with a certain devious and manipulative young girl he knew. "Get a move on, Justine." Choking down what pride he had left, Justin unbuttoned and slid down his pants. The white satin panties beneath were bordered by a garter belt, the tight straps holding up a pair of sheer nylon stockings. He stood with his head down, cheeks red and eyes looking anywhere but in her direction. "How cute," she said, her grin widening. "But they look familiar. Haven't I seen you in those panties before?" Justin had a recollection of the previous Friday, him bent over the desk in front of his boss, trying not to die from embarrassment. Bianca titled her head. "Tut tut. Didn't I warn my secretary against wearing the same things twice in a row, hm? You at least washed them I hope." "Yes, I washed them," he grumbled, then feeling defensive said, "I don't exactly have a drawer full of women's underwear..." "You don't!?" She shook her head disapprovingly. "And here I was overestimating you. We're going to have to give your dresser drawer an overhaul, aren't we?" You're not stepping foot in my apartment, he thought defiantly. Bianca took to her feet and Justin's heart quickened as she strode his way. "So, undergarments - check." She stepped in front of him, eyes eating up every inch of his body. He instinctively looked away, until she placed a finger beneath his chin with one of her long, manicured nails. She tilted his head upward until his blue eyes were forced to gaze directly into her own brilliant hazel orbs. "Makeup - check," she noted, examining his darkened brows and lashes, brushed cheeks and slightly reddened lips. "A little light though." She gripped his hands and examined his fingernails, filed and coated with nude polish. "Nails - boring color but check, I guess." Her fingers lightly toyed with his orange locks and she sighed, disappointed. "Not much you could do with this, I suppose, but at least it's well combed. Why would you ever cut off your pretty hair?" He wasn't sure how to answer, feeling uncomfortable as he allowed her to run her fingers across his scalp. His eyes dropped downward again as he felt her other hand caress his naked upper thigh. "And looks like you shaved down here as well?" His head leaned forward in the softest of nods. "...everywhere?" she whispered. Her fingers crept up the garter strap like spider legs, falling still on the laced belt at his waist. She slipped a fingertip underneath and gently tugged on the waistband of the satin panties. His hand caught her wrist. Their eyes met again, his gaze now firm and resistant, hers sharp and determined. After a moment, she smirked and pulled her hand back. "Okay, Justine... but you can't cover yourself up forever. There's nowhere to hide on the path we are about to embark on." She turned back towards her desk. "Besides," she snickered. "I've seen it all before." He watched warily as she reached for a paper shopping bag she had concealed behind her desk and returned his way. "I have a couple of gifts for you," she said handing it to him. "For following directions like a good girl." He peered hesitantly over into the bag, before removing a small wire bound book. She lifted the book she was viewing earlier and he realized it was an exact copy. "That is now your personal journal and log book," she said. "As you can see I have one just like it. Your job will be to record your progress toward the path of becoming a perfect assistant to your lovely boss, Bianca Sinclair. You will also mark down any infractions incurred when you stray from that path. We'll go over exactly what constitutes an infraction, so they'll be no misunderstandings from you moving forward." Justin flipped through the notebook, empty expect for a space for the owner's name on the first page that had been pre-filled in as "Justine Prewitt." "You'll find yours blank, but I've already began filling mine. The reason being that every Friday you are going to report to me for your weekly assessment. We'll compare logs, and if I notice you've been neglecting your entries or missed any infractions, by accident or intentionally, any consequences suffered will be that much worse for you." Consequences? "Obviously, in order to avoid the type of behavior that led to these infractions occurring, I'll deem it necessary to employ some correction." Her pupils shifted upward as she pondered her statement. "I say correction because it sounds proper, but personally, I think punishment has more of a dramatic ring to it." Punishment?? Bianca read his reaction with an amused smile. "We'll get back to that shortly. Other than that, the book is yours to use as you please. Feel free to decorate it how you like, you know stickers, glitter, whatever suits your girlish fancy." "It's fine as is," he muttered, glowering at her. "Oh Jussie, how inhibited you are," sighed Bianca. "I think you're going to love your next gift - although you'll pretend you hate it, of course." Justin reached his hand into the bag and took out the next item. He inhaled sharply as he unfurled the soft cotton fabric, revealing the gift in its entirety. It was a dress - black and white with an intricate circular crisscross pattern that might appear dotted from afar. It had a high scoop neckline, with a fitted waist and a skirt that flared out toward the bottom. It reminded Justin of other dresses he had seen in shop windows, world's apart from the pseudo-fetish wear he wore last Friday. "Just a little something to help get your wardrobe started," Bianca beamed. "Perhaps a little more conservative than Justine is used to. Go ahead and try it out. I have a feeling it's going to fit you just right." He clutched the dress in his hand, eyeing it hesitantly. How many times had he entertained fantasies of walking into a store and trying on a dress just like this? Fantasies that he soon abandoned when he realized that aside from the obvious obstacle of his gender, the dress would likely not be cut to fit his frame, slight as it was, and that he would look ridiculous. "..but...you said I wouldn't have to..." "What I said was that Justine would have to wait to be reintroduced to the office proper," Bianca snapped. "We're both well acquainted with her already, so there's no problem here. Now stop stalling and put it on before I change my mind and call everyone in here for an emergency dress appraisal." Justin slipped it over his head and fit his arms through the straps. The bodice felt comfortable over his torso, and the skirt settled lightly at his knees. "Wonderful," said Bianca. "It suits you very well." Justin glanced up at his boss sheepishly, not sure if he was more embarrassed by what he was wearing, or his private delight at the complement. He cleared his throat. "A-are you sure the fit is right?" He wished there was a mirror, so he could at least see how he looked. "Of course it is. It had better be. I gave very detailed specifications." Wait a minute...she had gotten this custom made? How!? His memory suddenly flashed back to the week prior to him starting, when she had directed him to visit a tailor that worked under company contract. His measurements were taken on the pretext of eventually supplying him with suitable wear for potential company events. Bianca never specified what she would be ordering for him. "I designed it myself," she gloated. "Very pretty pattern, don't you think?" Justin gripped the fabric on the skirt and examined it. Upon closer inspection, he now realized the pattern was formed by what looked like interlocked loops that striped across the dress. It looked like chain links. The dress was decorated in chains. "...yes." He swallowed. "Pretty." He heard a shutter click sound and looked up to see his boss taking a photo with her cell. She lifted a finger before he barely had time to open his mouth. "None of that," she said as she snapped a couple more photos. "I have a lot more to do today and I don't have time to waste on your little protests that are going to go nowhere." She ordered him to perform a little twirl and he sighed, admitting to himself that she was right. He quickly spun on his feet, his heart skipping as he felt the skirt flutter around his legs. "Very nice. We'll have to complete the look with a decent wig and a nice pair of shoes when we get the chance. Don't you think, Justine?" "If you say so, Miss Sinclair," he said, sensing that they were almost finished and anxious to return to his desk. She grinned at that. "Good answer. Well it looks like we're about done here. I just have one more thing to address before you go." She stepped to one side and pat on the bare surface of her desk. "Come over here please." A dark feeling coming over him, he stepped forward. "Elbows on the desk, Justine." He was struck with d?j? vu. "Bianca, why..." "That's the fourth time today you've called me by my first name," she said sharply. "Don't think I haven't noticed. You won't like me if it happens again. Now be quiet, do as I say and bend over." Justin took a deep breath and obeyed, his heart racing. "Lean on your toes." He did as told, causing his back to arch and his butt to stick out further. "Do you remember that movie I mentioned to you on Friday, Justine?" He felt her lift his skirt and tuck it neatly at his waist. He nodded nervously. "I can't hear you, Justine." "Yes, Miss Sinclair." "Then you know what happens in that scene that I was referring to?" "Yes, Miss Sinclair," he groaned, certain now what was coming. "I said before that you've been a good girl, all things considered," his boss went on. "BUT you've also been resistant and difficult. You were rude to me at the start and at the end of our dinner. You lied to me and raised your voice at me. You've repeatedly addressed me in a disrespectful manner. I've been incredibly patient with you until now, but I told you that this behavior would have to be addressed and now it will be." He stammered. "B-but I..." Her strike was swift and his body jerked in response. It was less from pain and more from the shock of being hit. "I asked you to be quiet," she said. "Now we are going to start for real. Based on the number of infractions you've tallied, you should be in for some serious discipline, but I'm going to take it easy on you. Just twelve this first time." Twelve...he could do that... couldn't he? "I want you to count it off and say my name after each one. Understood?" "Yes, Miss Si-" The next strike came before he had even finished his sentence. He gasped and braced for the next one... After a beat, his boss spoke. "Forgetting something, Justine?" Shit. "O-one, Miss Sinclair." "No, we're starting over. Get it right this time." Her hand cracked across his pantied behind and he bit his lip to keep from yelling. He swore she was hitting him harder every time. "One, Miss Sinclair." The next hit hurt, but not as much as previous. "Two, Miss Sinclair." The third one caused his body to lurch forward over the tabletop. "Ow!" "'Ow' is not a number, Justine," his boss chuckled. "Three! Three, Miss Sinclair," he said, fighting back the urge to swear aloud. The next few were far more bearable. He realized she was purposely changing the force and tempo of her strikes. After waiting in long anticipation for the next one, he flinched as he felt her hands softly caress his bottom. "Did your parents ever spank you as a kid, Jussie?" asked Bianca casually. "Not really," he muttered, still bracing himself. "Yes, I figured as much. I can't imagine mommy punishing her sweet baby boy." Her hand smacked across his backside and Justin counted off. "Daddy maybe..." It was seven now. Almost done. "I got beat a few times," she acknowledged, her hand rubbing his satin covered skin again. "Mostly by my father. My mother didn't really, although she let me have it that one time after I threw a tantrum at one of those stupid pageants she forced me into to. Bet you can't picture lovely Anita taking her dainty hand and..." OUCH! That one may have been the hardest yet. "Eight, Miss Sinclair." He felt her fingers grip the waistband of his underwear and pull down, and Justin started to stand, alarmed. A hand roughly pushed the back of his head downward. "Head down, elbows on the desk, got it Justine? Or I'll call your friend Vicky in here to give us a little audience. You'd like that right?" She slid the panties down to his knees. "Wonder which of your cheeks will be more red by the time we're done," she giggled. Justin's member was left pressing against the hard wood, and to his horror, he could feel himself growing stiff. Just finish, he thought, please let's get this over with. "This has been a long time coming for you girl." He felt her hair tickle the back of his neck as she spoke softly into his ear, her hand fondling him once more. "You know how many times when we were young that I wanted to just swing you over my knee and give you what you deserved? God, I dreamed about it. I got my chance that one time, but it was too little too late, I wasted soooo many opportunities..." She rubbed and he grew harder still. This had to stop. "Bianca, please..." The next three cracks came strong and in quick succession of each other. He gripped the edge of the desk so tight he was afraid he would break it. "Count it," she said coldly. "Um, uh, e-eleven, Miss Sinclair," he croaked. "I should give you twenty for that last slip up, you little bitch." She finished up with one swift strike and he completed the count, his voice barely audible with his face pressed down on the tabletop. His erection had softened faster than his resolve. He listened to the click of her heels as she left him. "Take a second to compose yourself. I expect you to be changed and back at your desk in fifteen minutes. Don't forget your gift bag." She shut the door behind her. **** Justin did his best to avoid running into his boss for the rest of day. He kept his eyes glued to his desktop screen whenever she walked by. Luckily she didn't approach him anymore, allowing him to busy himself managing her calendar and emails. He was determined to focus, lest he risk another "correction," but his thoughts kept straying back to earlier events. Even if he could keep his mind off what had happened, his ass surely wasn't forgetting. Vicky noticed him fidgeting in his seat again as she walked by and jokingly advised him to lay off the caffeine. He chuckled and kicked his shopping bag further beneath his desk, ensuring it was concealed. As the work day came to a close and everyone began to head home, Justin fled and hid in the break room, making small talk with a couple of women who worked in accounting. "Justin, there you are." He groaned inside as Bianca entered the room. She chatted with her employees a bit before turning back to him. "I'm heading out, why don't you let me give you a ride?" she suggested innocently. "Oh, I'm fine," he said. "I have a lot to finish up on." "You can do that tomorrow," she waved. "Come ride with me." "It is raining you know," one of the women pointed out unhelpfully. Justin showed his teeth. "I'll be fine." An awkward silence ensued. Bianca smiled pleasantly. "Justin, there's something important I want to discuss and it can't wait until tomorrow so I'd appreciate it if you'd leave with me now." His grin weakened but he didn't respond. He wasn't going to let her get him this time. "Justine," his boss said sweetly. "Come on." That name made his hair stand on end. The two women looked between the two, confused and bewildered. "Fine," he said quietly and left hurriedly out with a quick goodbye to his coworkers. He wasn't fast enough to avoid hearing their stifled giggles as they exited. "Justin, hold on..." He was walking ahead fast and furiously toward her car, his hair getting drenched in the downpour. His hand gripped the door handle of the Porsche and he yanked it, growing further aggravated when he discovered it was still locked. Bianca tapped the button on her keys and unlocked it. He got in the passenger seat and slammed the door close. Bianca joined him in the car, placing the shopping bag that he had left behind in a huff on the backseat. "I know you're still 'sore' about earlier," she said with a meaningful emphasis. "But soreness will be the least of your worries if you damage my car." He remained quiet, glaring out the window. He refused to look her in the face. Even with all the shit she had put him through until now, he felt his anger and frustration had not reached such a point as this. "You need to understand that you don't get to pick and choose when to obey and when not to," Bianca said, adjusting her hair in the rearview mirror. "I expect obedience at all times and I won't hesitate to embarrass you publically if I don't get it." "What's the point?" he snapped. "I've done nearly everything you've asked and you still go out of your way to humiliate me. You enjoy it." "Maybe," she said. "And maybe there's a part of you that enjoys it too." "You're the one blackmailing me. Why would anyone enjoy this?" he asked incredulously. Bianca shrugged. "You tell me. People don't make sense all the time." "What if I told you that you were wrong. That there is no part of me that enjoys any of this. Would you stop?" "No," she admitted. "Because I don't believe that's true." "So you get to tell me what you think I really want." He shook his head. "It isn't fair." "Life isn't fair." She touched up her lipstick and puckered at her reflection. "Grow up." "What did I do to you that was so terrible, huh? Why do you hate me like this?" She looked at him surprised. "I don't hate you, Justin. I like you a lot actually." "Well I wish I could say the feeling was mutual," he muttered. She went quiet and he glanced over at her. She was gazing at him with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and he thought she appeared almost hurt. "You don't mean that." "I do," he said, spotting a chink in her armor and taking the opportunity to stab at it. "I honestly can't stand you." She stared at him for a long moment until her eyes turned icy and her mouth curved into a cruel smile. "Alright then, Justine. You'll have plenty more reason to hate me after this evening." She started up the car and pulled out of the lot. Justin peered out the window, not knowing where they were going and not really caring. Like it or not, she still had him on a leash but she would have to drag him along the pavement this time around. They rode in silence as they drove. Her words replayed in his head and his thoughts once again centered on the last disturbing dream he had before work that morning. He had been in a cage again, a thin chain running from one of the bars to a hook on a collar around his neck. This time he was far from naked, his legs covered in a tight skirt and fishnets. Block heels adorned his feet. Large hooped rings hung from his earlobes, and his hair was styled into spiraled ringlets. He was breathing heavily, but he wasn't scared this time. He was excited. He looked down at his heaving chest, restrained in a tight buttoned blouse, and noticed absently that he had breasts. Of course, she did. Why wouldn't she? Someone approached the cage and unlocked it. It was 'Her' again, all grown this time around, and dressed in one of those stunning power suits of hers. She smiled softly and took the leash in hand, tugging gently and leading her secretary out on hands and knees. Bianca stroked her pet's face lovingly and told her to follow. Justine obliged with a vocal affirmation, her voice sounding lighter and foreign from her lips. She followed her boss willingly. Except she didn't call her boss. She called her Mistress. To be continued...