Chapter 38: The Breakthrough

1 December 2025

Monday morning felt like it had come far too soon.

Ginny wasn’t used to working over weekends, what with banker’s hours and all. Bob was one of the more driven officers at the bank, but even he had typically respected the staff’s needs for personal time on weekends and holidays.

The past weekend was different, though. He made arrangements for Ginny to meet him at the office on Saturday morning. Now that Bob didn’t have to hold back, he could have her whenever he wanted, and however he wanted.

This particular Saturday, whenever was three times. He started with a proper fucking at his desk, with her bent over so her tits were smashed against the cool wooden surface. After getting some work done together for about ninety minutes, he snapped his fingers. She dropped to her knees between his legs, and she took him deep down her throat like the cocksleeve she was happy to be. And before they adjourned for the day, he used her bum for the first time.

Bob was a proper gentleman, though. He made sure he wasn’t too rough, and he drove her home rather than making her take the Tube after dark. And she had to admit, she was vibrating while his hand rested on her bare thigh in the passenger seat of his SUV.

A part of Ginny wished he had summoned her again on Sunday. Whenever she was near him, she felt more alive and more aroused. It wasn’t that she felt bad without being in his presence, but she was missing a part of her purpose. The absolute yes she had grown used to experiencing was turned down a few notches when she was away from him for a day, and the old noise of being responsible for herself became a little bit louder.

He did have a surprise for her, though. He sent her a text with a photo. It was a photo of her. She had taken a selfie two days after he enslaved her, and she was wearing only a pair of black knickers, with her arm strategically placed across her tits. His message: Wear those tomorrow.

Oh fuck, she thought to herself, as her insides squeezed and soaked.

Without fail, Ginny started her dressing with those knickers. And, not wanting to displease her Master by disobeying the assignment somehow, she went braless as well. She chose a structured jacket that buttoned up to nip-level, so she wouldn’t show off too much cleavage to anyone of whom Bob didn’t approve. Which probably meant any guy, since he was quite territorial when it came to her.

Ginny finished off the outfit with a smart grey-chequered pencil skirt, nude thigh-high stockings, and some black fuck-me heels. She had no doubt Bob would approve of her fit for the day.

She felt the sensation of her smooth thighs rubbing together as she slightly swivelled her desk chair back and forth. A part of her mind had been lost in the flashback while she put the finishing touches to Bob’s diary for the week.

Everything this week pointed towards Friday’s board meeting. He had lots to prepare so he could make his pitch for additional funding for Jenny’s project. He had given it the codename Architecture as an inside joke. What Jenny had built for him was far grander than any building, but the rest of the board didn’t have to know that just yet.

Bob had located three plots across London that would suit the needs for the project. Two of them were in Shoreditch, and the third was in Richmond. The dossiers were spot on, and Bob knew just how to express the logistical needs for the properties without letting on that he was arranging a human trafficking operation.

Two of the properties were failing hotels, and one of the Shoreditch sites was a block of flats in dire need of renovation. While the costs were steep, the pitch was that after the buildings had been renovated, and once the project was moving forward, one or more of the properties could be sold on for a tidy profit.

Ginny pressed “save” on her screen and waited for the diary entries to populate into the system. Once she was confident the technology had behaved itself, she gathered up her files and prepared to pass through the PA hub. Because of the building’s triangular footprint, the executive floor had a wide, open area at one end where the personal assistants sat together. a long corridor led from the hub, lined on both sides with doors to the executives’ offices. Finally, at the far end stood the Managing Director’s office, where Arthur Vance held court.

Mr Vance, as he was known to everyone in the building, was in his late seventies. He was the oldest member of the bank by fifteen years, and expected the deference that came with his seniority. His office featured floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the City, including a view of the Bank of England Museum across Threadneedle Street. He took pride in his office, and in the bank, and in being a right proper curmudgeon.

Ginny brought her focus back to her end of the floor. As one of the youngest and most junior PAs, her desk was tucked into a corner furthest from the corridor. So she made a point of staying on good terms with the other ladies, knowing they were the gatekeepers to the power brokers in the bank. Even before she became Bob’s devoted servant, she recognised that anything that was good for him was also good for her.

Her closest colleague was Caroline Webb. Like Ginny, she was young and attractive. She had just turned twenty-three, and had been at the bank for less than a year. Ginny had a rougher upbringing, whereas Caroline was an example of London society. Her parents were both doctors, and she had been raised as much by her nanny and the household staff as her mum and dad. She completed her A-levels at St Paul’s Girls’ School, then read economics at Cambridge.

Despite being one of the top students in her year, Caroline was held back by her combination of brains and beauty. The men in the financial field couldn’t envision her as anything other than an English Rose, suited for getting coffee and taking dictation but not capable of managing complex financial transactions.

So, like Ginny, she went from employer to employer before landing at the Bank of London. But unlike her free-spirited friend, Caroline hadn’t been lucky with her current supervisor either. Marcus Stone was as lecherous and chauvinistic as the past two. It was just a matter of time before he went too far, or she put a foot wrong.

“Hey, babe,” Ginny called to her as she strolled past Caroline’s desk. “Did we have a good weekend?”

“Hiya, Red,” she called back, her eyes focused on her computer screen to review the seventeen messages Marcus had left for her since Friday. “My mum insisted on going to the theatre on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. I barely got a moment to myself.”

“Aww, diddums, my heart bleeds for you.”

“Piss off, you hag,” Caroline laughed. “It’s not my fault that my family’s… like that.”

“And yet you turned out so normal,” Ginny added with an air kiss as she headed to the corridor. She waved and gave quick greetings to some of the older women, including Elaine, who tended to Mr Vance. For an older lady, she had more dignity than any two men in the bank, and she always treated the younger women with respect.

“Don’t worry, Ginny, I would have told Caroline to sod off too,” Elaine offered with a wink.

“When did you get so cheeky, Elaine?” Ginny joked.

Once past that gauntlet, Ginny’s expression shifted. Socialising with the girls was one thing, but she didn’t want to run into any of the bankers if she could help it. She only saw one open door, and thankfully one of the executives was discussing football with Marcus, meaning they were unlikely to accost her.

She knocked twice and turned the polished brass knob. Ginny entered and, hearing a female voice but seeing no one else in the office besides Bob, quickly closed the door behind her. She approached with her armful of files.

Bob looked up from the video call and pointed to the corner of his desk. Ginny understood the gesture from many similar entries. She placed the files on his desk to await his attention. Then she made eye contact with him to see if he would have anything else now.

“Ginny, lock the door and join me.”

She smiled and blushed, and then she obeyed his command.

The door secured, she came around his desk and knelt at his feet. From this side of the desk, she could see Jenny on the screen, having already recognised her voice from the computer speakers.

“Good morning, Ginny,” Jenny said teasingly, as the redhead dutifully undid Bob’s belt and opened his trousers. Ginny didn’t say anything. Her purpose was to worship her Master’s cock to begin the day.

“So you were saying?” Bob prompted.

“Ah yes, Master. Your concern regarding the participation of your male colleagues at the bank is notable, but I believe my research is sufficiently advanced to give you the opening you need. As you may recall, I have been collaborating with Anastasia regarding a combination of chemicals which can induce a short-term hypnotic effect. When used in conjunction with particular conditioning techniques, you should be able to persuade your bankers to see things your way.”

Bob moaned softly, and his fingers slipped into Ginny’s hair before grasping firmly. She recognised the signal that he was getting closer. He can’t resist my talents, she thought proudly as she sped up and took his rod deeper down her throat.

“That sounds… mmmm… very promising, Jenny. When… oh God, that’s good… when can we…”

He paused his broken thought and thrust himself forward to take full advantage of Ginny’s warm, wet mouth. She smiled inwardly and focused the attention of her lips and tongue on his head, before she tightened her grip with her hand and quickly stroked him up and down. His hand spasmed against her scalp a moment before the hot rush of his come flooded her mouth.

If her eyes hadn’t been closed, they likely would have rolled up. Bringing her Master to orgasm triggered her own climax as well. The reward structure for bringing him pleasure was outstanding.

After Bob relaxed his grip on her head, Ginny raised her mouth off him so she could lovingly kiss the tip of his cock and lick any last drops that might leak out. Then, for good measure, she flashed her trademark smile, which she knew melted him.

“Thank you, Master,” she sighed. “The knickers you picked out for me are proper soaked now.”

He chuckled as he patted her on the head.

“Good girl, Ginny.” He tucked himself back in, and then turned his attention back to his conversation with Jenny. “So, as I was saying before, when can we try out your cocktail?”

“Master, I have the dosing mixtures ready. There are just two issues. First, how can you get the men to drink them? And second, there is a strong aftertaste that will be quite noticeable momentarily.”

“And what do you propose as a solution to those?” Bob asked.

“One of us will have to figure out a way to slip it into something the men will eat or drink. Drinking is preferable, since the absorption should be faster that way.”

“Jenny, what about coffee or tea?” Ginny asked.

Jenny’s expression shifted, as if she were accessing data from her mind like a hard drive. “I don’t see any reason why one of those should be a problem. The compound is stable when heated, and it’s got a similar pH level to coffee.”

“So that will solve both issues,” Ginny said confidently.

“How is that?” Jenny asked.

Bob nodded to his slave. The two of them spoke in unison.

“The PAs.”