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I arrived at Michael’s office a few minutes before 9am. Being that he rented a small space with many other companies sharing his floor alone it was a a hive of activity. People arriving for work, bustling past each other, shouting greetings, enquiring into weekend activities. I received a few smiles and polite greetings as I walked through the corridors, as well as a few winks and impolite stares at my arse. I walked through the first door into the space Michael rented. A reasonably large area containing a desk, file cabinets, and stupid motivational pictures. It sat empty and quiet but for the whirring of a solitary computer. On the desk, nestled in to the keyboard sat an envelope with Miss J Rhodes written on. I ignored it and walked into the main office. Michael sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen as if it could at any point reveal the meaning of life. He looked around to me and smiled broadly. “Good morning, Jessica. How was your weekend?” I walked across the large empty floor without greeting him. He watched, smile still on his face, as I placed my hand bag on to the vacant chair opposite him. His smile turned to confusion as, still in silence, I walked around the desk and stood next to him. I raised my hand high into the air and brought it down with a firm slap across his face. “Do you not respect me, Michael?” Despite the violence of my actions my voice was calm and clear. Michael had nearly spun off his chair I had struck him so hard. He looked up at me, scared, clutching his left cheek as it already began to glow red. He seemed to want to speak but had forgotten how. “Do you need me to slap you again?” “No! No! Jess. I mean Miss Rhodes. I’m sorry. I do respect you! I promise,” he grovelled and begged. I have Beşevler escort Bayan to admit, seeing him so pathetic so soon I felt a surge of arousal as it tingled through my body. “In my experience it is actions which display one’s true thoughts, Michael, and you are sat at my desk.” He jumped up immediately and presented the chair for me to sit. I sighed deeply and rolled my eyes. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I can fix it! Please teach me?” He was like a child being chastised and threatened with losing his favourite toy. “Stop snivelling. It disgusts me,” I snapped at him causing his mouth to cease it’s inane blabber. “I command respect which means a number of things. I will arrive here between 8.45am and 9am. You will be waiting for me at the front door of this building at 8.30am.” “Of course, Mistress.” He was stood up straight now. Eyes fixated on the distance as if receiving orders in the army. “Were you ever taught manners, Michael?” “Yes, Mistress.” “By whom? Did they never tell you to stand when a lady enters a room? To offer them a drink? Or to take their coat?” His gaze had fallen to the floor, his hands clasped in front of him. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I promise it won’t happen again.” “Now… coat?” I motioned towards my knee length over coat, button front and tied at the waist it shone gently with a soft satin finish. “It won’t remove itself, Michael.” “Yes, Mistress.” He moved the chair aside and gently untied the belt before fumbling at the buttons. I watched him as his hands shook. He was clearly a handsome man once but a comfortable desk and possibly an equally comfortable wife had let him become complacent. His once designer suit now shapelessly hugged his soft doughy physique. The stubble Çankaya escort on his face may once have been immaculately shaped but now mearly accentuated his laziness towards his appearance. As he undid the last button he moved behind me and took the coat from my shoulders. As he did so I felt him freeze, his breathing completely still. I turned to look at him, intentionally flicking my long, dark, hair so it fell in loose curls over one of my shoulders. “Is there a problem, Michael?” I asked, with a touch of forced innocence in my voice. “No, Mistress.” He stared at my bright red corset as it gripped my figure, disappearing under a tiny black pvc skirt. “Do I have something on me?” I turned slightly, pretending to search for a stain or mark. His eyes widened as they took in the black, fitted stockings and 6 suspender clasps which poked out from under the skirt. “No… Mistress,” he said almost absent mindedly. I smiled to myself as he stood, holding my coat as if it would protect him. “Hang it up,” I prompted. He seemed to shake himself awake before taking my coat to the closet. When he returned I was sat in his chair talking on my phone. I finished the call and looked to him. “Your first appointment is here. Downstairs, in the lobby. Go and fetch them.” He didn’t even question it as he disappeared out the door. He returned 5 minutes later, poking his head around the door. “Marcus and Jennifer are here… Ummm…Miss Rhodes” “Show them in of course.” I jumped to my feet as they were lead in. “Marcus, Jenny, It’s so good to see you.” I embraced them both and they greeted me with equal excitement. “Bring their things, Michael,” I called behind them as I lead my friends into the office and let them sit. Cebeci Escort Marcus was a fine example of a man, blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned, toned, his white shirt open at the collar. Jennifer always looked sensational and clearly matched to Marcus. Her dress clung to her accentuating every curve of her body, her round fake breasts and the arse she worked on every day at the gym. Micheal struggled in with their bags as we chatted. I had been friends with them for quite some time and I knew that their particular areas of expertise could benefit me greatly. Michael fetched us drinks and stood quietly by as we talked. “Shall we then?” I said after half an hour of chatting. “Micheal, come here.” I pointed to the floor in front of us. The couple looked over him. “He needs work, obviously, you said as much before,” said Marcus, thoughtfully. “Shall I start?” He asked Jennifer and I. “By all means,” I nodded. “Michael, take your clothes off.” A look of fear ran across his face. He looked around, slightly panicked, his eyes searching all of our faces eventually looking at me. With a simple raise of my eyebrows I saw Michael submit. He slowly removed his suit, kicking away his shoes before standing before us in his ragged boxer shorts. “Oh dear!” Muttered Marcus under his breath as he retrieved a tape measure from his bag. “Just do what you can Marcus,” I said. “James is coming by shortly to help too.” Jennifer lit up at this revelation. “Oh James is coming? Can we stay?” She asked as Marcus began to measure my submissive. “Of course you may. It’s been a while since the four of us were together.” Once Michael’s measurements were taken I ordered him to fetch the large rectangular bag which Jenny had brought. He opened it and removed the collapsible massage table from inside before setting it up. “Remove your underwear and lay on your back on the table.” Michael did has he was ordered. He seemed almost defeated as he sheepishly kicked his underwear away and lay on the table. Jennifer and I inspected his chest and gently pulled at his chest hair.

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