Archive-name: Bondage/boss02.txt

Archive-author: Dr. Phil

Archive-title: Boss, The - Part 2





  Michele took a small placard she had made and attached it to the

side of the cart. It read: "Our Founder". True to Michele's

promises, Maryanne was kept like that all day long. Most of the men

and, surprisingly, even a few of the women volunteered to take

shifts teasing Maryanne's ass. While the rest of the office went

back to work the person on duty stood beside the squirming nude

body of their former boss and worked her to the edge, over and over

and over. They'd insert their finger into her asshole and jiggle it

around, laughing as the hapless woman squirmed and begged for

relief. When it looked like she was close to orgasm they'd withdraw

and watch her continue to wiggle. Every three minutes the vibrator

would turn on and she'd really start to move around. On several

occasions they had to remove the dildo from her or she would surely

have cum. They pinched and pulled her nipples until she finally

calmed down, then re-inserted the vibrator and started all over

again. Every hour Michele, who had taken over the office as her

own, got up and gave Maryanne a dozen hard spanks to each cheek of

her ass. This was, she explained, to keep them rosie because `You

never know who'll stop by' and she wanted Maryanne to always have

that `freshly spanked' look.

  At noontime they untied her and Sandi led her, on her hands and

knees, into the bathroom. When they returned, Michele put a bowl of

food and a bowl of water on the floor. Maryanne had to kneel on all

fours and eat and drink without using her hands. When she was

finished she was tied back on the cart exactly as she had been

before.

  All afternoon the rest of the office could hear her moaning and

begging loudly in the next room. There were sly winks and giggles

as they heard her PLEADING to be allowed to cum. But it was not to

be...

  At 4:45 nobody wanted to go home. At exactly 5:00 they heard a

strange scuffing in the hallway. To everyone's shock a man in a

guard's uniform came in pulling a large German Shepherd by its

leash. Michele greeted him warmly.

  "Thanks for coming, Ted. I see Bruno is ready for guard duty.

Everyone will have to go home now. In a few minutes Ted is going to

turn Bruno loose. When we go home, Bruno will be able to roam the

office freely, protecting it from intruders. 

  There were a few knowing gasps and a giggle or two as the import

of what she just said sunk in. Michele opened the small

refrigerator in her new office. She took out a greasy looking bag

and opened it up. Inside was cooked hamburger she had been saving

all day. With her tongue sticking out mischievously between her

teeth she took a handfull of it and rubbed it around and around

Maryanne's asshole, then poked as much of it inside as she could.

She removed the vibrator and squeezed some more of the meat into

her quivering cunt. The rest she put back into the refrigerator.

  "I wouldn't want you to be lonely tonight, smelly cunt. By the

way, I've hired Ted to bring Bruno here and leave him alone in the

offices every night!"

  As she was talking, the dog caught the scent of the meat. He

began sniffing around Maryanne's widely parted ass.

  "Time to leave, everyone, and let Bruno do his job! I understand

you're all interested in what's going to happen so we can look in

through the windows by the side of the building."

  They all gathered outside as Ted unclipped Bruno's leash. Then he

let himself out, locking Bruno and Maryanne up together for the

night.

  As they all clustered around the two windows they saw Bruno walk

over to stand at the foot of the cart. His nose was twitching and

he barked once. He then got up on his hind legs, steadying himself

with his front paws on Maryanne's ass cheeks. He lowered his muzzle

and sniffed the meat in her asshole. He took a long swipe with his

tongue which sent shivers through the squirming body of the forty-

five year old woman. She was nearly hysterical at this point. Bruno

continued licking, trying to dig the meat out of her asshole but

also enjoying the grease that was all around her parted gully. He

took long swipes with his tongue, then went back to digging out the

meat.

  He sensed that his position was not right to reach the meat in

her cunt, so he dropped back down to the floor and walked to the

head of the cart. He put his paws on the edge of the cart and

jumped up. He stood, straddling Maryanne's torso, with his head

facing her offered cunt. He hunched down a bit and went back to

licking away at her private parts. This was much better! He had

access to both her cunt and her asshole from this position and his

tongue swiped away at both of them. He took no notice of the

squirmings and pleading of the poor woman who was trying to thrash

around beneath him.

  The way he was crouched, his furry ball sack dangled just above

Maryanne's face. As he wagged his tail his balls occasionally

bounced against her nose. She could smell his musk and the

tongueing was driving her into a frenzy. A funny thing about the

way Bruno licked her. He'd take long swipes with his tongue then

lift his head a little and lick his own chops. He'd then bury his

long snout in her cunt or ass again and give it a few more licks.

It was never long enough to allow her to cum, but it went on and

on, a few seconds at a time, and she was powerless to stop him!

  "Old Bruno'll keep at her all night, you know." Ted said with a

wink. "Oh, he may pause a bit to walk around the office, sniff a

few things, but that scent'll keep bringing him back. He'll lick

till there isn't a trace or scent of the meat coming from her. Then

he'll keep licking just in case any more shows up. Dogs aren't too

smart."

  "Perfect!" Michele grinned beside him at the window. "When you go

in tomorrow morning at 7:00 to get Bruno, make sure you put the

vibrator back in her cunt and don't forget to switch it on. I don't

want her losing her edge before we arrive..."



  The next morning Michele came to work early just to spend a

little quality time with Maryanne. When she unlocked the door and

entered it she could hear loud moaning and the hum of a vibrator.

She smiled to herself and opened the door to `her' new office.

Maryanne looked horrible! There were bags under her eyes and she

was squirming and straining as much as the tight bonds would allow

her. When she saw Michele enter she began pleading and crying for

mercy. Michele looked closer and saw little scratch marks on her

thighs and buttocks, caused, no doubt, by Bruno's paws as he licked

at her all night.

  "So! Our furry friend kept you company all night?" she teased.

  "P-please, Michele. Don't do this to me. I'm sorry. I admit I was

a real bitch but I'm sooo sorry. Honest. PLEASE, don't do this to

me!"

  "Oh, I've just started, smelly twat!" 

  Maryanne looked forlorn and her lips started quivering as the

tormenting vibrator clicked back on again for its cruel minute.

  "By the way, I slept in my new house last night. Very nice. Thank

you! I'm going to have it redecorated, of course. I went through

all of the closets and drawers and piled all of your clothes and

personal items into large plastic trash bags. I'm having someone

bring them to the dump today. One thing I did salvage, however, was

your personal telephone directory." She held it up and flipped

through the pages before Maryanne's eyes.

  "Before I'm through, every one of these names are going to get

pictures of you as you are now. Some may even get to come and see

you in person!"

  "Oh noooo. Please! . Enough is enough!"

  Michele slapped Maryanne's ass then grimaced and wiped her hand

on a kleenex. "I'd better wait till Sandi cleans you up before I

spank you..." She chuckled, then continued:

  "No, it's not enough. It'll never be enough. You've pissed off a

lot of people in your climb to the top. You lied, you cheated

people, you bullied people. Every one of those people are now going

to get to gloat at you. The men and the women. They'll laugh at

your disgrace. They'll torment you with their hands and fingers,

take pictures of you. One by one they'll each get their revenge.

You're going to make a lot of people very happy, smelly twat!"

  Maryanne had tears in her eyes. She gagged as she cried in

torment. Just then Sandi came into the office. She stared with

interest and laughing eyes at her former boss. As Maryanne sobbed,

her bare ass shook and jiggled.

  Michele helped Sandi untie Maryanne and get her on the floor on

her hands and knees. Maryanne flexed her stiff muscles and Sandi

got the leash and fastened it around her neck. Sandi clucked her

tongue and led Maryanne, crawling on all fours, into the bathroom.

Michele walked back into the main office to check some files and

prepare for the day.

  One by one the other employees began arriving. They each inquired

as to how `smelly twat' had survived the night. Michele told them

that Sandi was getting her cleaned up now. When she heard the

sounds of them returning from the bathroom she stood by the

partially closed door and listened:



  "Nononono... p-please..." Maryanne stuttered. Her voice shook and

was barely recognizable. "Have pity on me, pleeeease. Don't put me

back up on that cart. You don't know what it was like! You can't

imagine. Jerk me off, Sandi. Come on. You can do it. Jerk me off!

I'll do it myself, if you'll let me. Come on, pleeeease!"

  "No way, Maryanne. I'm not taking any chances. I don't want to

wind up like you, spread wide on that cart for everybody to laugh

at, and teased all day long. No way! Let's go, back up on the

cart."

  "Nooooo! I caaaan't! Please!" Maryanne was resisting. 

  At that moment Michele entered the office.

  "What do we have here? A little rebellion?"

  "She doesn't want to go back up on the cart, Michele. I told her

that she has to but she doesn't want to."

  "Listen to me, smelly twat. You're going back up onto that cart

and that's final! You have no choice in the matter. Getting down

from that cart is a privilege - one that can be easily taken away.

You can be fed there and you can piss and shit there for all I

care. You can lie in your own filth till you starve to death or

until your `friends' come to pick you up. Do you understand me?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "Now I mean it. The next time Sandi tells me you've given her a

bad time about getting back on the cart, I'll make you stay there

with no breaks. Do you understand me?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  Michele instructed Sandi to lead Maryanne around the room a few

times for her own amusement. Sandi pulled the leash and began

leading the trembling 45 year old woman on her hands and knees.

They went into the main office so the others could laugh at her,

then back inside to the hated cart.

  Michele helped her to get Maryanne strapped back down on it. Once

again they tied her hands back and pulled her legs up and back and

fastened them to the corners of the cart by her head. Her clean-

shaven pussy and ass were again the highest points of her body and

the focus of attention.

  The rest of the morning was a replay of the previous day. The

workers took turns tormenting the bound woman mercilessly. The

vibrator played its terrible on agan/off again pattern in her pussy

as she twisted and moaned. She was spanked each hour and her moans

could be clearly heard in the main office. She begged and pleaded

with her tormenters to jerk her off. She cried like a slut, but

there was no pity for her anywhere.

  In the afternoon, several of Maryanne's former business

associates began arriving. Michele had called them and invited them

over to gloat. She knew that this would make Maryanne's torment

even more humiliating. One by one they came in to witness her

disgrace. Men and women whom she had browbeaten, threatened and

cheated. They all came to gloat and stare, and to punish. Michele

allowed them to pinch her nipples and her pussy lips. Several of

the women wanted to spank her and Michele obliged them. 

  By the time Ted showed up with Bruno at the end of the day

Maryanne was drooling and moaning continuosly. They filled her cunt

and ass up with more hamburger and left for the night. Bruno wasted

no time. As soon as he saw the naked woman splayed out on the cart

he jumped up and began rubbing his muzzle between her thighs,

looking for his treat. Involuntarily Maryanne's tongue came out and

swiped at Bruno's furry balls as they brushed her nose and lips.

 

  This horrible torture continued all through the week. Each

morning a trembling Maryanne was led crawling on her leash to the

bathroom by young Sandi, only to be retied so shamefully exposed on

the cart. Each day more of Maryanne's friends and former

competitors showed up to gloat at the trussed up body of the nude

woman who had once been so powerful. 

  On Friday, Michele invited Maryanne's ex-husband into the office.

It was a special treat for him and he brought his young cocktail

waitress girlfriend with him. They both laughed at Maryanne as she

squirmed on the cart, her legs bent back and fastened on each side

of her head, her red ass twitching and squirming. She begged both

of them to jerk her off but her ex was content to merely slap her

ass a few times and pinch her swollen cuntlips. His girlfriend was

too embarrassed to do anything herself but they both had a good

laugh watching her struggling as Michele teased her asshole with

her finger. Several of Maryanne's competitors came back for a

second time, having been invited to stop by whenever they were in

the neighborhood.

  At lunch time, when they let her down, Maryanne was forced to lie

across the lap of her worst enemy, Joyce Evans of the Evans Agency.

Joyce wailed her ass with her palm and then with a hairbrush from

her pocketbook. When it was over and Maryanne lay there sobbing

Joyce offered to buy her. She promised to torment her daily at her

own office and at parties, but Michele was reluctant. Joyce was

insistent and offered Michele $50,000 for Maryanne. Michele didn't

really need the money but the thought of what Joyce would do to

Maryanne made her own cunt itch with excitement!

  Michele agreed to the sale on the condition that smelly twat was

allowed to be Michele's `guest' one day a week. Joyce literally

jumped at the offer. The two women shook hands and a deal was

struck. Joyce made a phone call to arrange for the check and for

pickup. A half hour later a large van pulled into the alley beside

the office. Michele untied Maryanne from the cart and helped her

down onto the floor on her hands and knees. She fastened the leash

around her neck and handed the end to Joyce.

  "Take care of smelly twat. Make sure she doesn't get lonely!"

  Joyce licked her lips and looked cruelly down at the nude woman

at her feet. She tugged on the leash and Maryanne crawled out the

side door into the alley. Her ex-husband and his girlfriend were

still there and they all patted Maryanne on the ass and yelled

goodbye as she slowly crawled up a plywood ramp into the back of

the van. Joyce jumped up beside her and pushed Maryanne's face to

the floor of the van. Her red ass was up in the air and her shaved

pussy and ass could be seen poking back between her spread thighs.

Joyce licked her lips and made Maryanne look back at her friends in

the alley as they all waved and wished her luck. Finally the doors

were closed and the van pulled away...

  Back in the office, Michele told all of her employees to have a

good weekend and she'd see them bright and early on Monday morning.

She then got into her Jaguar and drove to what was now her lovely

new home. Nothing but the best for her now. After all, she was the

boss!

                                               THE END

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