Explain her situation

"Yes, Meghan?" you say, looking at the petite trembling redhead. She looks about to burst into tears.

"Those...those...those...." she stammers.

"Come in, shut the door, and come over here," you order, gesturing to the side of your desk. She complies and stands trembling in front of you. "What do you want?"

"Those pictures...what...what do you mean that you own me? What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to do whatever I want to make you a useful secretary. It's Wednesday. You have until next Friday to become the perfect secretary. Or face the consequences."

"Consequences?" she whimpers, staring at you in fear.

"Yes, consequences. The first consequence is that I'll fire you. The second consequence is that the pictures and video will be widely spread over the internet. I think a lot of teenage boys will enjoy jerking off looking at you sucking cock."

"Oh God...Please..." she sobs.

"It's in your hands, Meghan. You have eight working days. Become the perfect secretary and you have nothing to worry about."

She falls to her knees, holding her face in her hands, sobbing.

"Please...please Sir, please..." she weeps brokenly.

"Please what?"

"Don't do this to me, don't be so mean." She reaches an imploring hand to you.

"You have eight days, Meghan."

"Please Sir, I'll do anything...anything...please..."

"Yes, you will do anything Meghan. Anything and everything." The coldness in your voice stops her, and she looks at you wide eyed.

"Sir?" she quavers.

"You're going to do everything I want, Meghan. I'm going to use you as I wish. I'm going to make you my office whore. I own you."

"No....Oh God please no!"

"Oh yes. I've already used your mouth and cunt, girl. Seemed to me that you liked it."

"But I thought...Oh please sir, please don't do this," she whimpers, reaching a hand out to touch your knee, her pleading, tear streaked face turned up to you for mercy