Claire s Mistake From CFO to Piggy Part 1
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I don't know how Claire got home - and frankly I don't care. But like the good little slave she now was, at 8:00 am exactly, there was a timid knock on the door of my office.
I waited a minute or so before telling Claire to enter. Slowly the door opened and Claire nervously entered my office. I waved to her and bade her approach my desk. Slowly, hesitantly she walked over to me and stood apprehensively in front of me.
I leaned back in my leather reclining chair to get a long look at her. And what a contrast to the cum covered slut from the night before. Claire looked immaculate, her blonde hair flowing onto her shoulders, her makeup (dark eyeliner lightly applied and just a trace of lipstick) complementing her black figure-hugging jacket, white shirt, tight knee-length skirt, stockings and heels. She looked every inch the perfect business woman. No-one would have suspected what she had been through only hours before.
I allowed myself the luxury of feasting my eyes on her. God, she looked good! I could feel my cock twitching at the very sight of her: those firm breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt, the way her tight skirt clung to her pert ass, the sheer stockings covering those wonderful legs, the come-to-be eyes, those lips perfect for cocksucking.
“Nice, Claire,” I said appreciatively, “You clean up well, my little pet.” Claire said nothing, nervously looking at the floor, avoiding my gaze.
“Is that a trace of cum in your hair, my dear?” I said mockingly, looking at her tresses, “Couldn't you get it all out?”
Claire blushed at the reminder of what she was.
“Okay,” I said, “Enough of the pleasantries. Get your hands on your head now. Legs apart. Do it!”
Blushing, Claire obediently placed her hands on her head and moved her feet apart so that her legs were wide apart. This had the effect of causing her to bend her back to maintain balance resulting in her breasts being thrust forward.
“Good girl,” I said, running my eyes over Claire, “Now listen closely. I won't repeat this. You are my slave, my pet, my whore. I can do what the fuck I like with you. I've caught you stealing and I have the evidence to send you to prison for a long time. I also have photos of you being humiliated and degraded last night. Any attempt to leave my employ or to disobey me will result in the evidence being sent to the police and the photos distributed on the internet and sent to your friends and family. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” Claire nodded, her face pale as the realisation of her position hit home.
“And don't even think of going to the police and pretending you were forcibly humiliated last night. For a start, I felt between your legs when you were being used. You were so fucking wet, you slut. You were enjoying it. Secondly, everyone at that party will claim that you were there voluntarily. It will be their word against yours. And finally, if you tell the cops, I will make sure it goes to trial and every slutty little thing you did will be examined in minute detail. Understand?” Claire nodded again.
“Excellent,” I continued, “So let me tell you about your new position in the company. You will continue as CFO - you're too good to let go - but at a vastly reduced salary. You will also be my slave. Whenever I need to use you, I will call you and you will do exactly as I say. And finally, you will be employed to assist the company in winning sales, getting discounts from customers and otherwise doing whatever I consider is in the best interests of the company.”
“I...I don't understand, sir,” stuttered Claire.
I laughed. “Don't worry, Claire,” I said, “You will. Oh yes, you definitely will.”
It wasn't long before Claire understood. Ever since that night, business for the company has improved significantly. Sales are up and so are profits. And its all down to my CFO, my pet, my slave Claire. She is quite an asset to the firm. The customers and suppliers just love her. All you poor saps out there who spend days negotiating with clients for extra sales or arguing with customers over discounts, you're just wasting time and money. It's amazing how easy it is to get the best possible terms for your business when you offer your clients or customers a couple of hours with a pretty little sex slave in return. And some of the things that they do with her - I never imagined how kinky and perverted some of the people we deal with are!
And so six months on, things couldn't be better. The board are very pleased with the way I've turned the company round over the last few months. I've had a raise, a bonus, some attractive share options - as well of course of having the extra pleasure of Claire as my slutty little pet. Sometimes of course she has to do her job as CFO and I allow her to wear her business clothes. I wouldn't want her to lose her authority within the company after all. But on those days when I'm feeling a little horny or just want to exert my authority over her, I call her to my office for a private one-to-one meeting. Sure, we have to discuss financial matters now and again but more often than not, it's an excuse to mess with her.
Take today for example: look at her, kneeling next to my desk, naked, hands tied behind her back, clothes pegs attached to her nipples, her ass still burning from the spanking I gave her this morning, a waste paper bin on her head covering her cum covered face, waiting for whatever I desire to do with her next.
The phone rings. I answer it. It is our HR department. Apparently, someone in the accounts department has been caught fiddling her expenses. They tell me that she is only 19. A pretty little thing called Cheryl. What should they do, they ask me?
“Leave it with me,” I smile.
THE END?
I waited a minute or so before telling Claire to enter. Slowly the door opened and Claire nervously entered my office. I waved to her and bade her approach my desk. Slowly, hesitantly she walked over to me and stood apprehensively in front of me.
I leaned back in my leather reclining chair to get a long look at her. And what a contrast to the cum covered slut from the night before. Claire looked immaculate, her blonde hair flowing onto her shoulders, her makeup (dark eyeliner lightly applied and just a trace of lipstick) complementing her black figure-hugging jacket, white shirt, tight knee-length skirt, stockings and heels. She looked every inch the perfect business woman. No-one would have suspected what she had been through only hours before.
I allowed myself the luxury of feasting my eyes on her. God, she looked good! I could feel my cock twitching at the very sight of her: those firm breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt, the way her tight skirt clung to her pert ass, the sheer stockings covering those wonderful legs, the come-to-be eyes, those lips perfect for cocksucking.
“Nice, Claire,” I said appreciatively, “You clean up well, my little pet.” Claire said nothing, nervously looking at the floor, avoiding my gaze.
“Is that a trace of cum in your hair, my dear?” I said mockingly, looking at her tresses, “Couldn't you get it all out?”
Claire blushed at the reminder of what she was.
“Okay,” I said, “Enough of the pleasantries. Get your hands on your head now. Legs apart. Do it!”
Blushing, Claire obediently placed her hands on her head and moved her feet apart so that her legs were wide apart. This had the effect of causing her to bend her back to maintain balance resulting in her breasts being thrust forward.
“Good girl,” I said, running my eyes over Claire, “Now listen closely. I won't repeat this. You are my slave, my pet, my whore. I can do what the fuck I like with you. I've caught you stealing and I have the evidence to send you to prison for a long time. I also have photos of you being humiliated and degraded last night. Any attempt to leave my employ or to disobey me will result in the evidence being sent to the police and the photos distributed on the internet and sent to your friends and family. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” Claire nodded, her face pale as the realisation of her position hit home.
“And don't even think of going to the police and pretending you were forcibly humiliated last night. For a start, I felt between your legs when you were being used. You were so fucking wet, you slut. You were enjoying it. Secondly, everyone at that party will claim that you were there voluntarily. It will be their word against yours. And finally, if you tell the cops, I will make sure it goes to trial and every slutty little thing you did will be examined in minute detail. Understand?” Claire nodded again.
“Excellent,” I continued, “So let me tell you about your new position in the company. You will continue as CFO - you're too good to let go - but at a vastly reduced salary. You will also be my slave. Whenever I need to use you, I will call you and you will do exactly as I say. And finally, you will be employed to assist the company in winning sales, getting discounts from customers and otherwise doing whatever I consider is in the best interests of the company.”
“I...I don't understand, sir,” stuttered Claire.
I laughed. “Don't worry, Claire,” I said, “You will. Oh yes, you definitely will.”
It wasn't long before Claire understood. Ever since that night, business for the company has improved significantly. Sales are up and so are profits. And its all down to my CFO, my pet, my slave Claire. She is quite an asset to the firm. The customers and suppliers just love her. All you poor saps out there who spend days negotiating with clients for extra sales or arguing with customers over discounts, you're just wasting time and money. It's amazing how easy it is to get the best possible terms for your business when you offer your clients or customers a couple of hours with a pretty little sex slave in return. And some of the things that they do with her - I never imagined how kinky and perverted some of the people we deal with are!
And so six months on, things couldn't be better. The board are very pleased with the way I've turned the company round over the last few months. I've had a raise, a bonus, some attractive share options - as well of course of having the extra pleasure of Claire as my slutty little pet. Sometimes of course she has to do her job as CFO and I allow her to wear her business clothes. I wouldn't want her to lose her authority within the company after all. But on those days when I'm feeling a little horny or just want to exert my authority over her, I call her to my office for a private one-to-one meeting. Sure, we have to discuss financial matters now and again but more often than not, it's an excuse to mess with her.
Take today for example: look at her, kneeling next to my desk, naked, hands tied behind her back, clothes pegs attached to her nipples, her ass still burning from the spanking I gave her this morning, a waste paper bin on her head covering her cum covered face, waiting for whatever I desire to do with her next.
The phone rings. I answer it. It is our HR department. Apparently, someone in the accounts department has been caught fiddling her expenses. They tell me that she is only 19. A pretty little thing called Cheryl. What should they do, they ask me?
“Leave it with me,” I smile.
THE END?
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