My office

As I stepped inside Gretchen's old office... all the memories came flooding back to me.

Begging for extensions to deadlines, being reprimanded for awful articles (they were at least decent. I think.), having to engage in idle pleasantries as she tore me a new one...

Now... No sight of her. I bet the moment Maria ordered her to her office, she'd never guess that that was the last time she'd be working from here.

All her stupid knick-knacks were still on the table. I'd have to get rid of those as soon as possible.

But still... The fucking skyline... Not even Maria's office had such a grandiose window.

It wasn't hard to guess why. That woman reveled in privacy.

I stood in front of the window for a while, just soaking it all in.

The city, the hustle... It felt like I truly made it. I was something.

I never actually thought it would be possible, so I didn't even aim for a position like this... But here I was.

The king fucking editor of Mirage. And my word was law.

Once I had fully enjoyed taking in the scenery... I turned around.

The trio of women still stood in the doorway, perhaps a little frightened to take a step further into my new den of horrors.

...Horrors? Why did I think of such a word? It was going to be more like the den of... never-ending pleasure and domination. For me, at least. Eventually, they would learn to love it as well. They really had **** about it.

The middle of the room had that awful wooden chair on it. The uncomfortable one. The one that Gretchen made you sit on while she berated you.

I wish I had a sledgehammer with me. But for now... I just grabbed the fucker up by my hands, and threw it hastily into a corner of the room.

It made a loud noise. Ulla even reacted with a small shriek.

As if I was some crazy person.

That annoyed me.

I pushed half of Gretchen's stuff off the desk, and sat down on it.

"Okay. From now on... when you enter my office... the office of the chief editor and discipline enforcer... You do not sit. You don't have that privilege. You will either crawl or kneel. Am I understood?"

The three women quickly looked at each other, then nodded. But, once again, only Lana was smart enough to turn her acceptance into action. Very quickly, she was on her knees... And soon were both Sophie and Ulla.

Even though Sophie's score wasn't as high as Ulla's was, she was the one faster to kneel. I enjoyed all the mental difficulty Ulla still had for going to her knees in front of her male superior.

And the look she gave me... It was still far from a look of submission.

"Alright you three. What are you still doing in the doorway? You expect me to shout? Get closer."

Ulla and Sophie grunted, and hesitantly crawled on all fours closer to my desk. Lana slid her knees like a pro, and was in front of me in a flash. (SOPHIE: +1) (+83SP)

"Now. I'm sure all three of you understand that the magazine deadline is today. So we do have actual business stuff to talk about. But... We are still far from establishing new protocols here at the office. So far, I'm a tiny bit proud of you. There has been some hesitancy, but all of you have obeyed me very dutifully. I'm sure many people in your positions wouldn't. They would find it embarrassing, humiliating or, well, objectifying. I'm glad even you understand, Ulla, that submitting to higher authority is a virtue."

I couldn't help it. I just enjoyed poking the bitch.

She gritted her teeth, probably in an effort to stop her head from exploding.

"Oh yeah, before we go further... I'd like to just hear your opinions of what happened in the writer's room. I know it was a little ****, but I needed to test your obedience-levels. After all, I'm the new guy in charge, and I need to assess if any of you are actually fit to work here. So... tell me your thoughts. And I order each of you to be honest about your feelings. Sophie, you start."

Sophie was a little stunned that the spotlight was suddenly on her. The poor girl was still sweating from what must've been at least a dozen denied orgasms.

"I... uh... It... We're not... your p-playthings... so please don't..."

"Okay. very interesting. Ulla? Your thoughts?"

Interestingly, she first tried going back to the mode she was in yesterday... plastering a fake smile on her face, ready to say something pleasant... but couldn't. I'm sure because I "ordered" them to tell me their real feelings, even she couldn't fake it.

"I- F-f-fucking hate you, you s-s-s-stupid motherfucker! This is disgusting! Vile! Oppressive-"

"Yeah yeah. No need to write a thesis about it. But do keep that fire burning. That's what I like about you. Lana?"

I'm not quite sure what Lana was planning to say, but based on her expression, even she was surprised by the words coming out of her mouth.

"Master, I didn't like it. My ass is still... b-burning with p-pain. M-m-may I... Spank.... her... as... well? And as... hard?"

Sophie and Ulla turned their heads to Lana. She said no words about the indignity I put her through, just directed her anger towards someone who wasn't me. And being even... a little kinky about it.

I smiled. There was no doubt about it. Lana had fully started to lean into the life I was going to provide for her.

Which was actually the smartest choice to make.

"Now, Lana, I'm sure you're not actually giving me orders about what I should do, right?" She furiously shook her head. "Yeah... That was just your true feelings bursting out, right?" Now she furiously nodded. "Good. But I'm sure to keep your suggestion in mind."

She actually smiled a little at that.

Gretchen's and Lana's one-upmanship had really gone up a level again. I had nurtured that competition for a while now... But now it was starting to get actually real. I should do something fun with this. Later.

"Now..." I looked into the sea of pretty faces at my pelvis level and couldn't help but think about the obvious. "Our magazine is only going to be successful if proper respect is shown to those higher up in the food chain. Otherwise... It would be just chaos, right? So, let me ask you... Have you shown me proper respect?"

The women glanced at each other, not knowing exactly what I was going for.

I continued. "For example. I don't remember any of you congratulating me for my new promotion."

Ulla's sigh was poorly hidden... But, surprisingly, she was the one who decided to swallow the bitter pill first.

"C... Congratulations... Mr. new editor," she said through gritted teeth.

It was easy to tell that each of those words tasted like shit in her mouth.

"Congrats... for your promotion. Sir," Sophie said through half-closed eyelids. Her congratulations almost felt sarcastic. Probably because they were.

Each of them knew it. This was nothing but me swinging my dick around, and they had to be nice about it. It wasn't the most humiliating thing I had made them do, after all I got no points from this...

But I was hoping to use this as an example.

I shared eye contact with Lana.

It would be helpful for me if she got where I was going with this.

And...

She did.

She nudged herself ever-so closer to my desk...

Slowly lifted her face to my pants...

Opened her mouth... And bit down on the puller of my zipper...

And then... proceeded to unzip me.

ZZZIIIPPP!

I enjoyed seeing the wide, shocked, saucer-like eyes that both Sophie and Ulla were now exhibiting.

"What... Lana, what the fuck..." Ulla said, in a quiet, whispery voice, but I could still hear her.

But Lana didn't stop. She expertly managed to pull my underpants with her teeth as well... Freeing my massive dong.

I swear it almost made a whoop-sound as it unfolded in front of her face. She probably felt the airflow hit her.

Then, as if there was nothing stopping her...

She looked deep into my eyes as she wrapped her loving lips around the head of my dick.

There was a gasp in the room.

But not of shock. It came from Sophie.

The scene was too much for her. Her absolute fantasy was now taking place in front of her.

Her hormones took over as her hand was fully down in her panties, sawing her fingers in and out of her cunt.

"Ngh! Nghh.." she moaned, as she blatantly masturbated in my new office.

Out in the open. Like a fucking animal.

Ulla was too stunned for words. I guess both sights just hit her hard.

I didn't care. It had been at least a few days since I last felt Lana's warm, pillowy lips loving each centimeter of my dick, her hot wet mouth tasting all of her master's dicksweat and pre-cum. And she was still the best dick-sucker I had. The way she started out slow, then slowly increased the pace and suction as the dicksucking continued... And no teeth. Just her soft, soft mouth, and the talented little tongue doing its best to please me. She should really teach this stuff to the other girls.

But... this wasn't just about dicksucking. She was making an important point.

I tried my best to forget the gorgeous redhead devoting herself to my length, and focus back on the issue.

"You see... I like a point-system. Ulla here is already familiar with that." I'm not sure Ulla even heard me. It almost looked like she was willing herself to run away from the office, but her legs wouldn't obey her. "You get points for being a good girl, and negative points for being a bad girl. Just obeying my orders gets you no points. However... If you disobey me, do bad work, or do something that displeases me... You get negative points. Like Sophie here. I've given you no permission to masturbate in my office. STOP NOW."

Sophie was shocked back into reality by my loud words, and quickly pulled her slimy fingers out of her cunt. It was like she all of a sudden realized what she was doing, and was devastated by the disgusted look on Ulla's face.

Despite that, the urge was clearly there. Every slmf and gluk and mmmfff-sound that came from Lana dicksucking mouth still echoed in the room. She had to **** herself physically to look away, so that she wouldn't feel the temptation.

"That -10 points for Sophie. And for plus points... You get them from pleasing me. Going the extra mile to make me happy. Not just obeying my orders, but doing stuff that I want without me ordering you to do it. For this nice action, Lana here gets three plus points."

There was a slight questioning in the way Lana looked at me now.

"Yeah, you're going to learn it's way easier to get minus points than plus points. And if you get 50 minus points... I'll have to discipline you. And I can promise you one thing. It will not be fun for you. In any way, shape or form."

I could feel the terror level rising in the room.

"However, if you get 50 plus points..." Shit, was I really going to promise this? ...Eh, why not. I controlled the points anyway. And it's going to make things more... exciting. "You can ask me for anything. And I do mean... anything. And I'll be **** to make your wish come true."

That lifted almost all the eyebrows in the room.