Day 26: Casper the Accountant [ Office / Futile ]

"Mistress Victoria!" Casper slammed the door to Victoria's office open, running in while flailing the stack of papers in his hand madly, "It is a disaster in the office! The pumpkin lanterns we ordered... their diameter is four millimeters too short to be classified as an expense of festivities! This will have to fall under supplies! Oh lordy loo! It's going to take a miracle to balance this month's budget! An accounting miracle!"
"Shut... up..." Victoria said, sprawled over her desk, "...or get... out... preferably both... " Victoria raised her head high enough to glare at Casper menacingly.
"I... oh... I see... I'm so sorry Victoria... mistress Victoria I mean... I'll... I'll just... Uh..." Casper looked towards the exit, pointing towards it without being able to identify it.
"Casper, no..." Victoria said and picked herself up high enough to drop into her chair, "I'm sorry... it's not your fault. It's just that I have enough of a headache today."
"Oh... is it anything my accounting can help with?"
"Not unless you can account for Victoria's House of Subminatrix's reputation for the next decade or so. General Egianea herself is scheduled for an appointment tomorrow night, and the subminatrix that was supposed to treat her called in sick. I can not possibly get a substitute ready on such short notice."
"Gosh darnit, mistress Victoria!" Casper adjusted his tie, "Sounds like I'm gonna have to find my blue pen. That is what I will need if I am going to sign pink slips."
"We are not going to fire anyone, Casper." Victoria said, "No... problems like these always have a solution. We just need to think laterally. Use our imagination. We just have to..."
Victoria finally really noticed Casper as he adjusted his tie, and using her imagination she was able to visualize it as a **** collar with a chain.
"Hmm..." Victoria smiled shrewdly, "Oh, Casper! Can you come over here for a moment?"

Normally being late is against Casper's religion, but this time his **** halted his way there enough that he showed up five minutes after the appointment, in spite of Victoria's warnings. This wasn't exactly instructions based on the Houses's policy, but more like a warning.
Egianea was waiting for Casper when he arrived. She wore a decorated military uniform of white colour, long red hair and riding boots.
"Wh-wh-wh-why greetings, and welcome to Victoria's House of Subminatrix." Casper cleared his throat, "I'm Casper, and I'll be your sub for tonight."
The door behind him slammed shut.
"You're late." Egianea slammed her riding crop on her palm, but couldn't hide her smile, she was waiting for this a long time. She rose from her seat, and walked towards Casper with brisk steps and swaying hips.
"Uh, right... I most certainly am. I do not know what came over me!" Casper took a handkerchief from his leather trousers and wiped his forehead, "Rest assured I will make it up to you miss... uh, I mean mistress!"
Egianea picked up the thin, diminutive man and swept him off his feet, carrying him bridal style, "I don't know what I'll do with you, little man~" Egianea chuckled, "I guess I will need to tie you down so that you won't go wayward."
"Ah... yes... why, of course mistress."
"Please, call me mommy." Egianea put him down on a bed and trapped his feet in the stocks at the foot of a bed.
"Y-yes mom... I mean mommy."
A satisfied smile crept up across the general's face, "Please do relax my sweet little thing. There is no need to stress, Mommy is here for you." She caressed his bald head while fawning over him.
Casper found this to be quite nice. No one had told him to calm down since he was eleven years old. Now here he was, relaxing in bed, next to a beautiful woman who talked sweetly yet was strong enough to pick him up effortlessly.
She took his hands and bound them in the stocks constituting the head of the bed.
"This really isn't so bad. This isn't bad at all!"
"I'm glad you like it, my sweet little thing." Egianea produced a bottle labeled 'despair cream.'
"What is that, Mommy?" Casper asked.
"Something to make my sweet little thing feel... extra special." Egianea squirts the despair cream onto her gloved palms and rubs it all over Casper's exposed upper body. "
"Eehehehe! It tickles!" Casper tries to squirm but finds his arms and legs locked in place.
"It's supposed to do more than tickle." Egianea taps lightly on a spot where she rubbed the cream, and Casper is sent into a fit of trembling and moaning.
"AaHHhaAAhhHaAH!" Casper's skin as rendered with goosebumps, and he was gasping loudly, "Wh-what was that mommy!? It felt... good... but it was so much good. It was... out of my control."
"Mommy is in control now." Egianea chuckled, "Despair cream makes the spots on which it is applied an erogenous zone. Your entire body, wherever mommy touches, is sent into a hell of pleasure... of mommy's design." Egianea ran her finger lightly across his body, from his chest all the way across his abdomen and towards his groin."
"EEEEEEH!" Casper tried to thrash around, but the stocks kept him in place, "No more, Mommy! Mercy! Please!"
"Oh, there will be plenty of time for mercy later, but now Mommy will need to have her own fun." Egianea approached Casper with excited steps, wielding her horse crop.
This was going to be one fun night for her.

The next day Casper was unable to wear his regular coded outfit, but had to wear a diving helmet and suit while sitting down and going over his files.
"You really saved my reputation there, Casper." Victoria said, leaning at the frame of the door to Casper's office.
"Think nothing of it..." Casper said with a groan, "I'd do anything for this House."
"See, that attitude right there? That is exactly how I knew you'd make a great sub." Victoria produced a letter from her cleavage and put it on Casper's desk, "Oh, and speaking of which, you have a letter from general Egianea."
Casper picked it up and read it. It was written on pink stationary with a girly, cursive signature written in blue ink. The envelope smelled of rose perfume, and had a big lipstick mark on it.
"Oh dear..." Casper held the envelope as far away from himself as he could without dropping it. With trembling hands he opens the envelope up and reads the content, "It s-says I am cordially invited to... her own personal dungeon!?"
"Mmmmmw... Seems like general Egianea really fancies you. Lucky you, Casper. Are you going to go?"
"Ah...ah...ah...."
"I'll leave you to think about it for a bit." Lady Victory left and shut the door to the office behind her.
Hopefully old Casper could find his way on his own.