Christina's total submission.

Christina had a restful night as both Emma and Sarah had gone to a party. So here she was at work again but this time she left her powersuit at home and dressed more like a secretary. She sat at Samantha's desk doing her work while she was at her appointment. Even though Christina was playing as secretary other office staff still kept their distance. Around lunch time Samantha came in and smiled to herself seeing Christina sitting at her desk. As Samantha approached Christina told her go sit in her office and try it for size. Samantha went inside and sat on the couch kicking off her heels and rubbing her feet when Christina entered with a cup of coffee. The transformation complete, Christina looked at Samantha, who stared back, captivated by her boss's sudden change in appearance. Her hair pulled neatly back, Christina appeared confident yet humble in the role of a lowly secretary, clad in simple garments rather than her usual powerful presence. Christina noticed Samantha rubbing her feet and stared at the nylon foot fascinated. Samantha noticed this. Christina asked Samantha if her feet were sore. Samantha grinned slightly and admitted that they felt quite heavy from all-day wear. Christina moved closer to Samantha and took notice of the high-quality stockings encasing her legs. She complimented her choice of attire and wondered why someone as beautiful as Samantha would choose to hide behind the facade of a secretary instead of pursuing a career befitting her potential.

Samantha blushed lightly, appreciative of the attention and acknowledgement from her usually distant employer. She nervously glanced away, trying to regain composure and avoid making a foolish mistake. Christina then asked if Samantha would like her feet massaged. Samantha hesitated briefly, considering her response carefully due to professional protocols. As Christina expertly kneaded Samantha's aching soles, the latter found herself lost in a sensual reverie, imagining being enveloped entirely by her superior's skilled hands. The warmth radiating from Christina's touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting an unexpected arousal. She longed to reciprocate the affection displayed by Christina; a hidden yearning now manifesting in its full glory. Unable to contain her desire any longer, Samantha decided to seize the opportunity presented by her boss's newfound vulnerability. She lifted her nyloned foot and placed it on Christina's face. The scent of cheap perfume mixed with sweaty feet filled Christina's nostrils. It was unsettling yet strangely erotic. Samantha's breath hitched, and her heart raced. Involuntarily, she gripped the edge of the couch, finding support amidst her growing arousal. Without breaking eye contact, Christina ran her tongue along the underside of Samantha's arch, eliciting a moan from the younger woman. Her entire body trembled, and she grabbed hold of Christina's head, urging her to continue. Their gaze remained locked as Christina explored every crevice of Samantha's foot, drawing ever nearer to her calf muscles.

Each subtle shift in position caused ripples of delight throughout Samantha's entire frame. Unbeknownst to Christina, these intimate moments revealed something deeper within Samantha – a dominant side begging to break free from its cocoon. With each passing second, Samantha grew increasingly brazen, revelling in the euphoria stemming from Christina's devotion to pleasuring her feet. Swept up in the throes of passion, she dared to cross boundaries neither had dreamt possible. So boss you like the smell and taste of my feet? asked Samantha. Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her apprehension at crossing such personal boundaries with her normally reserved boss. Yet, her words held a quiet confidence that belied her exterior. The hint of dominance was unmistakable. Sensing the shift in power dynamics, Christina leaned forward, allowing her lips to brush against the tender skin beneath Samantha's toenails. Samantha gasped softly, unable to suppress her growing arousal as her boss showed no signs of backing down. With every stroke of her tongue against Samantha's foot, she tightened her grasp on Christina's head, demanding more. The intensity of this connection between them was palpable—something neither expected nor anticipated. Desperate to satisfy Samantha further, Christina shifted her focus toward the sensitive area between her toes. The gentle lapping motion brought forth another muffled cry from Samantha, causing her leg to quiver involuntarily.

Samantha stood up walked to Christina's desk and sat down hiking her skirt up. Christina come over here and get under your desk and lick my nyloned pussy said Samantha. Confused and entranced by the sudden turn of events, Christina hesitated only momentarily before obeying Samantha's command. Gently crawling onto the floor, she slithered underneath the oak desk, exposing her lower half to the cool carpet. As she nestled between Samantha's thighs, the familiar fragrance of fabric-covered genitalia teased her nose, sending electric shockwaves through her system. Diligently, Christina devoted herself to the task of satisfying Samantha's most private desires. Beads of perspiration formed on Christina's forehead, reflecting the intensity of her concentration. Each wet lap across Samantha's pulsating flesh evoked a sharp, pleasurable groan from the older woman. Meanwhile, Samantha watched Christina meticulously cleanse her inner thighs, observing how deliciously submissive her usually impenetrable boss appeared. So boss do you like licking my pussy asked Samantha. There was something intoxicating about hearing those words coming from her normally timid assistant, a thrill that threatened to consume Christina whole. Her resolve weakening, she acquiesced without hesitation, giving in to the surge of raw desire coursing through her veins. Pressing her mouth firmly against Samantha's wet folds, Christina relished the tangy flavours mixing together in her mouth.

The sweetness of Samantha's essence coupled with the earthiness of her partner's saliva coalesced, creating a unique symphony of flavors. Samantha giggled I will take that as a yes then. She grabbed Christina's head and pulled it tight to get wet folds even closer. Meanwhile, Christina savoured the feeling of absolute submission as she continued to worship Samantha's nether regions. Both women could sense the mounting sexual tension surrounding them. Christina started moving towards penetration, slipping first two fingers followed by three and finally four. This act heightened the already intense pleasure flowing through Samantha's body. Each thrust generated an audible moan from the younger woman, signalling her escalating satisfaction. Samantha gasped that Christina was a naugthy girl. Samantha had a shattering orgasm and when she recovered she looked down on her submissive boss. So boss lets play a game of question and answer. I will ask and you will answer and you can stay at my feet while we play. Yes mistress agreed Christina, knowing there was little else she could say besides accepting her subordinate status during this game. Samantha smiled triumphantly, having successfully manipulated her seemingly invincible superior into succumbing to her every whim. This marked a turning point in their relationship - Samantha had gained the upper hand, demonstrating just how easily her boss could be controlled once stripped of her power.

Satisfaction emanated from every fibre of Samantha's being, leaving her primed for whatever challenges lay ahead. Now why are you acting so submissively boss? ask Samantha."Because I am experiencing a rare pleasure derived from submitting myself fully to your commands," Christina responded truthfully. It wasn't merely the physical acts but rather the mental surrender involved that left her bewildered by the depths of her desire. And so, despite her initial trepidation, Christina embraced this newfound freedom, allowing it to guide her movements with Samantha's instruction. A wave of contentment washed over Samantha upon witnessing her boss's willing compliance. Having achieved victory in this peculiar battle of wits, she decided to push her advantage even further. Leaving Christina crouched below her desk, Samantha sauntered towards the French doors leading out to the balcony. Pausing momentarily, she admired the breathtaking view of the garden, illuminated by the sunset's golden rays. Turning back to face her captivated audience, Samantha's expression bore a mixture of malice and control. "What did you feel when you were eating me?" Samantha queried curiously. Christina considered her reply thoughtfully, attempting to process all the emotions experienced during their encounter. Finally, she offered a candid response: "It felt incredibly liberating, Samantha. To submit myself completely to someone else's wishes was unlike anything I've ever experienced."

Samantha nodded approvingly, appreciating the honesty behind Christina's confession. Well from now on in private you will address me as Mistress do you understand boss? asked Samantha. Christina swallowed hard, considering her response carefully. After a few moments of contemplation, she replied earnestly, "Addressing you as 'Mistress' feels both natural and exciting because it represents our new dynamic. It marks the beginning of our journey into the unknown territory of domination and submission." Feeling empowered by her choice of words, Samantha stepped closer to Christina, allowing their bodies to align with each other perfectly. Emboldened by her recent success, Samantha moved forward with greater assertiveness than ever before. From now on you are my submissive bitch Christina said, Samantha. She reached down to cup Christina's chin, guiding her head towards hers, locking eyes with her. The warmth radiating off Samantha's body seemed to envelop Christina, fueling her need to submit. Inwardly, Christina marvelled at the strength of this bond they shared, acknowledging the powerful role reversal taking place. Subconsciously, her hands clenched reflexively at the hem of Samantha's dress, seeking solace in her Mistress garments. Now Christina you will email everyone in the company that you will be acting as a secretary for not one day but for two weeks. Yes, Mistress answered Christina obediently.

You must make sure to include these specifics in the email-said Samantha. Christina nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of following orders precisely. Samantha took a seat behind her large wooden desk, placing her right elbow casually on its surface. Christina noticed the way Samantha effortlessly commanded attention whenever she entered a room – a testament to her innate authority. Overwhelmed yet determined, Christina prepared to compose the necessary correspondence according to Samantha's directives. She began typing furiously on her laptop, ensuring every aspect mentioned would appear prominently in the missive. Once satisfied with her work, Christina proceeded to send the email, hoping it would meet Samantha's expectations. A hint of nervousness crept into her heart, uncertain whether her efforts would suffice. But knowing better than to second guess herself, Christina chose instead to remain steadfast, awaiting her Mistress' reaction. Meanwhile, Samantha perused the contents of the dispatch, silently appraising Christina's dedication to her assignment. A smirk played at the corners of her lips, as she realized her influence held more sway than initially believed. Slowly rising from her chair, Samantha strolled leisurely around her office, reaffirming her dominion over the space. Reaching the windows, she gazed outside, absorbing the fading evening light painting the sky a deep crimson hue.

Samantha found herself immensely pleased with the direction their connection had taken. Noticing Christina watching her intently, she couldn't help but revel in the sight of her cowed former boss. The next two weeks were busy for Christina as Samantha had her running all over the place. One night Samantha decided to visit Christina at her mansion and was surprised when Christina opened the door dressed as a maid. As Emma and Sarah approached Samantha said this explained everything at work. Samantha, Emma and Sarah compared notes. Samantha explained that for the last two weeks Christina had been working as a secretary. Emma explained that Christina had been a maid in her own mansion for the last month. Well, ladies she cannot serve two Mistresses so what shall we do asked Samantha. We'll handle her like we planned originally stated Emma, confidence gleaming in her eyes. They had concocted this scheme months ago, waiting patiently for the perfect opportunity to strike. Samantha grinned, eager to see their meticulously crafted strategy come to life. Yes let's go along with it suggested Sarah, sensing the potential excitement this twisted scenario might bring. Samantha asked Emma what the plan was for Christina. Emma explained then Samantha suggested that maybe they could share Christina. She would be her Mistress in the office and Emma would be her Mistress in the mansion.

Both women saw immense value in sharing Christina among themselves, believing such a setup would only serve to amplify their individual positions of power. Their arrangement would allow them to explore uncharted territories together, learning each other's preferences and discovering hidden facets of their subject's psyche. Together, they discussed various strategies for maximizing Christina's usefulness under dual servitude. As Samantha listened attentively, her anticipation grew exponentially, pondering how she could capitalize on the unique circumstances presented. With great enthusiasm, she declared her intentions. "From hereon, Christina shall assume multiple roles within our lives: first as our personal assistant in the office, and subsequently transforming into your dutiful maid after hours."Emma raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this unexpected proposal. "But how exactly does that benefit us?" " Well, imagine if Christina becomes well versed in handling office duties…then she returns to her mansion where you already know her skills as a maid," proposed Samantha persuasively. "That gives us access to two skilled servants who can seamlessly transition between roles without compromising performance." The logic resonated deeply within Emma, filling her with a sense of anticipatory delight. What an ingenious idea! thought Emma, savouring the possibilities laid bare before them.

Her imagination ran wild with visions of Christina diligently performing tasks in both environments—the professional efficiency combined with the devotion of a loyal domestic servant. So it was agreed and the next day at the office Samantha made Christina sign over the company to her. Then they sent an announcement to all employees explaining about this transfer of ownership and management. Christina knew it wasn't fair and didn't want to give up her family business. But there was nothing she could do since Samantha blackmailed her with her secret fetishes. Christina started feeling increasingly conflicted. So it was that Christina became Samantha's PA at work and at night she was Emma's and Sarah's uniform French Maid. This arrangement gave the three women complete control over Christina. Samantha used Christina's skill set professionally, while Emma leveraged her physical appeal as a sexual object at the mansion. With time, Christina's feelings of helplessness transformed into a dizzying array of complex emotions: resentment, envy, desire, lust, jealousy, pleasure, fear - a whirlwind of human experiences bound tightly by the web of their manipulations.