I'll have to give myself a prrrrrrrromotion!

When you reach your office building you go through the usual security checkpoints without much hassle, although your casual attire draws a few confused and/or appreciative stares from the security guards. As a lowly intern you had to park your car about half a mile away in a public lot, and the trek on foot always sucked. At least you weren't stuck wearing heels today, like they usually require of all female employees. That walk during the winter was pure hell. That would be one of the first things you change, you vow to yourself darkly.

Your job was basically a glorified secretary position. You took it hoping to get some actual experience in an office environment for your future career as a business major, but your boss, Karen, thought that interns were basically just hired help. You had little relevant hands on work and were expected to do coffee runs, copy papers, etc. all for low pay and zero respect, despite you pointing out that you are here for, you know, job experience. You were on the verge of quitting when the MCR ad popped up in your life. Coincidence? Probably not, now that you think about it. You had returned your Mom's HCR to her last night, but your quad-type ring would be more than enough to make some serious changes.

Your small desk was shoved into a corner next to a copy machine and a permanent stack of boxes with random papers in them that no one ever used. Your In tray was already loaded up with papers with attached sticky notes saying things like "I need 10 copies of this ASAP" for the various people working in this sales group. Mostly mildly sexist white guys fresh out of business school who think they're god's gift to corporate life, and like three token girls. You'd think Karen would want to band together for a fellow woman but she was a spiteful, greedy shrew that coveted her own power and ruthlessly shut down any attempts at promotions or dialogue for fear of losing her meager authority. Instead of dealing with the paperwork you sit down and start whispering suggestions into your ring.

Your getup had been drawing a lot of attention the further into the office you came, and some lackey must have alerted Karen that you weren't in an ugly blouse and skirt like usual and were a whole fifteen minutes late. The intercom on your desk buzzed and her shrill voice came through angrily. "You need to come into my office IMMEDIATELY!" You grin to yourself as you imagine her sitting there seething. Before you get up you project your dick into her corner office, wait for your suggestions to kick in, then take your time moseying down the row of cubicles.

The middle aged redhead was simmering nicely by the time you closed the office door behind you. She was kind of pretty, in a professional kind of way. One of those people who just look great in severely plain clothing.

You barely sit down in the uncomfortable chair across from her when she lays into you. "Your timekeeping has been a problem for the last, uh, time! And what are you wearing!? This isn't one of your dyke pride events, this is a professional office! Why shouldn't I cancel your internship immediately, hmm?" She raised one eyebrow imperiously and you had to stifle the urge to grovel out of habit. YOU are in charge now and this bitch was in for a hell of a ride.

You put on your best innocent look as you say, "But didn't you call me here to talk about my raise and promotion?" You can't fully hide your smirk at her expression as your suggestions take effect. 'You can't say no to me!' was bouncing around inside her head right now and the flickering emotions crossing her face belied the conflict within her. She couldn't hold out forever though and when she spoke again it was with much less conviction than before.

"Yyyyy-yes, you, um, uh, are a, um, bit overdue for a bit of a-a little raise, but given the circumstances-"

You cut her off before she could rally herself, "And you think the dress code is a bit outdated, don't you? Wearing something a bit sexier is better for everyone, right?"

"Well, yes," she said despite herself, blushing a bit, "It does breathe a bit of, uhhh fresh air into the.... But your lateness!-" You press the ****, reveling in how lost and confused she was sounding. "It's called being fashionably late, and since I'm getting a promotion it won't be a problem, right?"

"....yes?" she answers weakly. "Your, um, promotion-"

"I'm going to be your boss now! You got the memo from corporate didn't you?" You ask her forcefully.

"I-I-I don't remember a....yes, yes I did," her mind was accepting the new truths you were giving her with every agreement. You wonder idly if this made her a yes-man. A yes-woman? Whatever.

"And my job position is 'Mistress', and you are to call me that whenever you speak to me now," you say through a shit-eating grin.

The older woman looked broken as she replied miserably, "Y-yes, mistress."

"And your job as my underling is to teach me everything you know to the best of your ability, and to do whatever I say without question. To anyone else it's going to look like you're in charge of the office but when it comes to me, I'm the boss, I do what I want, and you don't get to question it. Got it bitch?"

She nods meekly, completely defeated at this point. "But can I at least keep-"

"Your office? Nope! I'll be moving in here immediately, and you can set up something just outside. I'll be having my personal secretary in starting tomorrow, maybe you can share with her. Trust me, you'll get along juuuust fine, I'll make sure of it. Oh and as for my raise..." You name an amount and she almost seems to seize up.

"I-I mean yes, uh, obviously you um deserve... But there's no way corporate will... We just don't have that kind of money!" You roll your eyes at her panic attack. It's a multi-billion dollar company with branches worldwide. There was money in there somewhere. You just had to climb a little above your station to get at it. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," you say as you not-so-gently nudge her out of your new chair. You sit in the much more comfortable seat, enjoying the rush of power as she sinks slowly into the visitor's chair. "Just put me in touch with your boss, and I'll just take care of everything."