Business Management

Jack did not know how much longer he would have been able to keep up the act. It amazed him that Ms. Jeaneen actually bought his bullshit. Jack was so sure that she would see through his hammy performance. He had planned on stringing her along until she saw that he had been messing with her before using the soul-trainer on her. But when the sex-crazed psycho lunged at him like a lioness pouncing on her prey, Jack knew that it was now or never.

She never saw it coming.The woman transformed before Jack’s eyes in mid stride. Ms. Jeaneen appeared to Jack to not only be younger and fitter after her time outside of time, but Jack could see a change in her whole presence. The demeanor of malice and predation that once oozed off of Jeaneen was replaced by something different. The woman smiled timidly at Jack. “Master.” Jeaneen said as she dropped to her knees. “Thank you. For the Sacrament of Bondage.” Her eyes fluttered as she blushed. “What…” The woman looked both excited and nervous. “What is your command?”

Jack sat down in the big chair that Ms. Jeaneen usually sat in. For a brief moment Jack imagined himself being not too dissimilar to a warlord seizing the throne of a kingdom from a hated enemy. “Tell me. Is it true that you met Mr. Ferguson when you were working as a stripper?” Jack asked.

“Yes. Master.” Jeaneen said. Feeling deeply embarrassed. “He would come in weekly to get dances from me. He said I was his addiction. After one blowjob I made a joke that if he married me that he would not have to pay for them anymore. The next week he came in with a diamond ring and well, it was all quite romantic at the time.”

“Show me. Strip, ****.” Jack commanded as he started playing some music. The woman started moving her hips as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Turning her back to her owner, Jeaneen let her skirt drop. Jeaneen reached down and touched her toes, giving Jack an amazing view of her bubble butt. Jeaneen gave her ass cheek a slap before turning towards her owner wearing only her heels and her underwear.

“How many people have you cheated on your husband with?” Jack asked. He had always heard the rumors that if you were young and pretty enough that Ms. Jeaneen would never fire anyone who said that they were willing to do ‘anything’ to keep their job. Though hearing that his boss kept sex toys in her office drawer was entirely different from seeing her pull out a collar and leash and try to wrap it around your throat.

“I have lost count, Master. Neal does not mind as long as I use a condom. He knows that I had needs that he could satisfy. So he let me enjoy myself here.” Jeaneen said as she let her bra drop away to reveal her perky breasts which she jiggled together before she took a pair of scissors from her desk and cut her panties away.

“But you do not have those needs anymore?” Jack asked.

“No Master, the only need I have is the need to make you happy.” Jeaneen said. “The Lectators have shown me the error of my ways.”

“The Lectators”

“The Kennel Keepers. They have endowed me with the gift of perspective. I can now see that my only salvation is in submission to my owner.”

“What were you planning to do to me before you gained this perspective?” Jack asked as he beckoned the naked woman to come around to his side of the desk.

“Once I had my collar around you. I was going to enjoy kissing you as I stripped you out of your clothes. I would have delighted in teasing your soft skin to get you nice and hard before giving you the ride of your life.” Jeaneen answered as she sat down on her desk, legs spread her fingers toying with the nether lips hidden amidst her unkempt bush.

“So, you were going to **** me, **** me, and steal my virginity?” Jack asked in an acidic tone. Jack knew he was laying it on a little thick, but this woman had had him walking around on eggshells for the last year, a little turn around seemed like fair play. Jack had to suppress his urge to smile when he watched the ****’s face go pale.

“Please Master. I. That. It. I would never.” The **** knew better than to try to make excuses. “Allow me to…”

“Silence!” Jack commanded. Jeaneen’s mouth slammed shut. “As hot as that sounds. I have too much self respect to give my first time to a whore like you. You said that you convinced your husband to marry you with a blowjob?” Jack asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“Show me.” Jack commanded, patting his crotch. “I want to feel you gargling my balls. Show me what a good little cock sucker you are, ****.”

Jack watched his **** fall to her knees and begin to unzip his fly. Jeaneen removed Jack’s cock and balls from their protective clothing with solemn reverence. How much of what she was doing was an act, natural instinct, and extra-dimensional training was for Jack to speculate about. What he was certain of was that the woman was a performer.

Jeaneen’s head bobbed up and down making the most delightful of slurping noises to Jack’s ears. Her gaze always drifted up to gaze lovingly as the man who owned her as she focused on giving him the biggest orgasm of his life. When Jack felt the warm tip of her tongue trace a wet line from his pee hole to his balls the twenty year old lost control and streamed jets of white sticky fluid into the **** girl’s face and hair. Jeaneen’s natural instinct to recoil in disgust was firmly under the grip of her extradimensional training and to Jack’s eyes the woman was getting off on being covered in ropes of cum.

“Clean yourself up.” Jack commanded. “It goes without saying that you are to show more respect and kindness to the staff here. From now on, Claire is the one who is in charge, you will do whatever she says and be grateful for the privilege.” Jack smirked. “You will be giving her, and me, a fifty percent boost to our salaries. And, you will offer to provide Cassie with a full scholarship to whatever college she decides to go to.”

“Of course Master.” Jeaneen said. “And what about Neal?” Jeaneen asked.

“You will go to him and tell him that from now on, your needs have changed and that you realized that what you need is to be a good wife to your husband.” Jack said. He imagined that in due time, Mr. Ferguson would be making his own trip to The Kennels, but for now, he should enjoy his newly trained wife.

Jack’s thoughts turned towards Claire. The supervisor was pretty in a girl next door kind of way. She was sweet, kind, responsible, and as useful as she would be enjoyable to own. On top of that, her sister Cassie was a total babe. A redhead goddess who was soo sexy that it was almost painful to look at her. Imaging of the two sisters waiting on him hand and foot stirred life back into Jack’s cock after the recent blowjob. He wondered if they would enjoy the Sacrament of Bondage as much as his other slaves seemed to revel in their new status as slaves.

A small voice in the back of Jack’s mind cried out that Claire and Cassie were his friends, that they were innocent people who had always gone out of their way to be helpful and friendly. That voice asked if these women really enjoyed being enslaved or if they had been tortured and brainwashed into faking enthusiasm out of fear of the lectators? Regardless, the voice urged Jack to be cautious when meddling with eldritch forces which he did not understand.

Another voice reminded Jack that Olivia was still walking around with her new boyfriend, slutting around for some douchebag she met on a boat. The thoughts of the love of his life wrapped up in someone else’s arms. Her soft kisses on someone else’s lips. Her warm wet pussy, the pussy she had promised to him first, was being filled with someone else’s cock. It made his blood boil thinking about it.

As Jack pocketed the collar and leash and watched his Jeaneen putting on her clothes with the addition of a special necklace the woman had called a “day-collar” which to Jack looked like a fancy **** chain, he considered who to enslave next, the friend on hand or the enemy a few blocks away?