Hanna signs on the dotted line

Hanna woke to a loud banging on her front door. She momentarily forgot about her bondage and nearly fell face first into her wall as she tried to get out of bed. She hurried to the door and opened it, ready to yell at whoever felt the need to wake her at 4 in the morning.

Except she couldn't. The person knocking was female. The woman was around Hanna's age and wore a tight leather outfit with a leather bag slung over her shoulder. She rolled her eyes at Hanna and pushed passed her. The woman set her bag down on Hanna's coffee table and extracted a stack of documents. She set them down with a thud and reached back in to grab something else. She stood up and turned to face Hanna, a thin leather strip in each hand. It took Hanna a moment to realize they were leashes.

The woman walked over to Hanna and reached for the collar around Hanna's neck. Hanna felt like she should resist, but she didn't and the woman clicked the leash to her collar. Then she went to the bedroom, without letting go of the leash, dragging Hanna along behind her.

Dumb Slut was still sleeping, the knocking insufficient to wake her. The stranger slapped Dumb Slut on the ass, and as she rolled over quickly put the leash to her collar too. Dumb Slut opened her mouth to yell, but the rules didn't allow women to talk to each other and something about the look in the stranger's eyes stopped either of them from using violence in retaliation.

The stranger led them back to the living room and motioned for them to kneel. Then she sat on the couch and started sorting papers. She put a stack in front of each of them, then held out her phone and pressed a button. A voice to text started to speak, "Good morning sluts. I am here on behalf of Frontenac Capital. Last night Frontenac Capital purchased this condo, and the one owned by Dumb Slut. As part of the purchase we acquired your contracts, and cancelled them."

Hanna's eyebrow shot up. Cancelled? Could they do that? What did that mean?

"Congratulations. You're debt free and homeless." The computer voice was so flat it was hard to tell if that was meant to be sarcastic or not.

"But Master..." Dumb Slut started to speak, but the stranger stopped her with a finger to her lips.

"That man might've let you speak, but your new owner does not." The woman said. Her voice was deep and harsh in a way that surprised Hanna. She was rather petite for such a deep voice.

The rule for the building said women couldn't talk to each other without a man's permission, unless it was about a man. Hanna supposed that the woman had chosen to use the phone to avoid having to tie everything back to a specific man.

She tapped her phone again, "Kyung-Mi Choi, this is your only choice. Sign here." She tapped the documents in front of Dumb Slut.

She might've been going by the name Dumb Slut, but she wasn't Dumb enough to sign without reading. She picked up the package and started to read. The stranger tugged Hanna's leash to get her attention back and pushed the top page of her document pile forward. Hanna looked down at it.

"Richard really-" Hanna started to speak, but a harsh look from the stranger shut her up. It was frustrating doing this whole thing in silence, which, Hanna supposed, was the point.

The stranger tapped her phone again, "You cannot be fired and you cannot skip work but the nature of your work can change. You have no choice in the matter. This offer is extremely generous. Take it."

Hanna picked up the piece of paper and started to read. It was an offer to buy out her partnership. She'd seen that coming. With the idea of male superiority spreading like a virus it was inevitable that Richard wouldn't tolerate a woman owning part of this company. Of course he could have given her a low ball offer and tried to force her to accept, but by essentially selling a stake in his company, he was also settings it's value. In fact, given the rest of the documentation here...it actually made sense for Richard to overvalue her partnership stake.

The first document would pay Hanna $1,500,000 to exit as partner but remain an employee at her existing salary.

The second document created an irrevocable trust for all of her current assets to be managed by Frontenac Capital.

The third granted Frontenac Capital power of attorney with a clause that it can only be revoked by a panel of medical professionals certifying Hanna's competency. Given the rules she'd created about busty women, the odds of that seemed slim.

The forth was something completely different. A handwritten letter from Richard, although it was clearly not Richard's handwriting. He'd probably dictated it to his secretary. In it he urged her to sign the documents and accept her place in society. He argued that Hanna was failing to uphold the standards required of a partner and that she was unable to provide the required leadership necessary of that role. Hanna couldn't really disagree, her performance had certainly slipped. He also said that she couldn't be trusted to manage her own finances, since everyone knows busty women can't handle money. That one she disagreed with, but she knew where he was coming from, after all it was her rules that had made him think that.

Richard ended his letter by presenting a carrot, and a stick. If she signed all 3 documents then he'd let her cum. Today. And if she refused? He'd recommend she never get out of that infernal belt. As soon as she finished reading she reached out and grabbed a pen. Time to sign her life away.

After she'd signed all three documents she glanced over at Dumb Slut, or Kyung-Mi, to see she was in the process of signing her documents too. When she was done the strange woman collected the documents and put them back in her bag. Then she stood up and slung her bag back on her shoulders. She grabbed both leashes in one hand and started to walk away. The two of them could have easily resisted, but they didn't. They let her lead them out into the hall and down the elevator. Hanna was wearing only her heels and chastity belt, and Dumb Slut her ever present latex getup.

The rode the elevator down to the lobby and then went out onto the street. Given the early hour it was nearly deserted, but there were a few early morning joggers about to gawk at them. The woman led them to a limo parked on the side of the road and waved them inside. Both women moved to sit down, but the stranger glared at pointed at the floor.

"You kneel, you don't sit," She said, "Now that I am out of that infernal building I no longer need to hold my tongue. Kyung-Mi already has a grasp from reading her employment offer, but I'll explain how things with work for both of your benefit. You two, along with one other, are now official Mailgirls. That's right Hanna, no more pretending to do a man's work. From now on your job consists of doing whatever the fuck I tell you to do, got it?"

Hanna nodded, but Dumb Slut raised a hand, "Uh...not really."

"That was a rhetorical question. You really are a Dumb Slut, aren't you? Don't answer that. The basic job is delivering mail and messages throughout the building. At first it will just be the few floors occupied by Frontenac Capital, but we're already on the verge of signing up the whole building. Yes, email is much faster. Yes, physical mail has become nearly non-existent. That isn't the point. The point is you'll be doing it all naked, and with rather difficult metrics to meet. Failure or disobedience results in demerits, and enough demerits results in punishment. You can call me Mistress Zero, and I am in charge of you, and all other mailgirls."

Kyung-Mi stifled a yawn, and then looked at Mistress Zero with a sour expression, "And do we really have to start at dawn everyday?"

Mistress Zero slapped her so fast Hanna didn't even realize what had happened until she saw the handprint on Kyung-Mi's face.

"First, you will address me as Mistress or Mistress Zero, and you will address me respectfully or not at all. Second, to answer your question your life as a mailgirl is 24/7. You are a mailgirl. You will always be a mailgirl. Never complain about the hours or I next shall issue you a demerit. However I understand that you will need an adjustment period so I will be kind and explain. You two sluts are out of shape. Mailgirls should be sleek, trim and efficient. I can't do anything about those massive sacks of fat on your chest, but I can do something about the rest of it. We aren't going to the office. We're going to the gym."

The limo came to a stop shortly after and Mistress Zero dragged them out and into a small but upscale gym. If Hanna thought the staff would object to their nudity, well, she was wrong. In fact their arrival was clearly anticipated as a staff member greeted them and led them over to an area beside the large street facing windows. Hanna was surprised again as Mistress Zero suddenly walked over to her and unlocked the chastity belt and handcuffs. She then went to Kyung-Mi and unlocked her latex suit and stripped her naked too. Then she started to lead the women in a rather intense workout made all the more difficult by Hanna's need to be in heels.

After lifting weights for half an hour Hanna's arms and legs felt like jelly. She didn't think of herself as out of shape, but she certainly wasn't very strong. Kyung-Mi seemed to do a little better, but only just. Both of them were dripping with sweat, in contrast to Mistress Zero who did it all, in her leather outfit, seemingly without effort. Of course their entire workout was done in front of the large windows, but given the early hour there weren't many people walking by to notice them. Not that Hanna would have minded that.

"Alright, time for some cardio. We'll do...an hour on the treadmill." Mistress Zero said.

"An hour!?" Hanna couldn't help herself, the complaints just rolled out of her, "I'm already exhausted, and I'm in heels. This is too much. You're going to kill us."

Mistress Zero clicked her tongue, "I did warn you, didn't I? All this insubordination...I'll skip the accumulation of demerits and go straight to punishment. Stay still," She motioned to a staff member who brought her a large box. She opened it and started pulling out lengths of rope. Hanna didn't see the point in resisting as she started to wrap it around her chest creating a harness, but then she suddenly started tying her hands behind her and she had to complain again.

"I'll fall down! You can't!" Hanna said.

"I can't? I can't?" Mistress Zero said angrily, "You should have been given the name Dumb Slut instead."

She pulled the rope even tighter, forcing both Hanna's arms behind her. Then she added some rope to Hanna's thighs just above the knee, which would limit her to short, dainty steps. Hanna didn't know how she'd managed to stay on the treadmill for an hour like this.

"Get moving, and no more complaints. Just remember, this is me going easy on you." Mistress Zero said coldly, "And..." She reached out and pinched Hanna's nipple harshly, "Remember that I can put you back in that belt at any time. Mr. Sullivan might've promised to let you cum, but he has no need to honour a promise with a worthless slut, does he?"

Hanna gulped and awkwardly stepped onto the treadmill. Mistress Zero turned it on, thankfully at a slow walk, and she got going. She focused on just putting one foot in front of the other. She could do this. She had to. After all she really, really needed to cum.