Smack her

You step up to her immediately and give her a hard smack across the left side of the face. She falls to the ground hard, her feet flying up in the air. You notice that she is, in fact, wearing heels. "No mister! Please! That' hurt!" She says in a cutesy voice.

"Stop faking" You say

"Mister please..." she goes on, ignoring you. "Please don't pull my hair." And you realize that what she's doing is giving you instruction. You're not sure how you feel about this. It doesn't seem to fit with the spirit of genuine submission she seemed to want. But you decide to play along, until you know you won't.

You reach down and take her dark hair. It's not particularly long, only shoulder length, but long enough for you to get a good handful. And you pull her up. She shrieks. You're not sure how genuine that was. It did probably hurt. You pull her over and sit her down, hard on her bottom on the table in the corner of the break room.

"Please mister, don't slap me again." She says. It's clear what she wants. But you're not so sure you're going to give it to her. You pull back your hand. She pretends to shield herself. But you don't follow through.

"I'm not going to slap you." You say.

She gives you a disappointed look.

"You want to get slapped. Slap yourself." You say.

She continues her disappointed looks. She squirms sitting on the table. You can tell her crotch itches.

"That's an order" you say

So she does. She pulls her right hand back and slaps herself. Too gently.

"Again!" You say

She does

"Harder!" You say

She does

"Fucking hurt yourself!" you shout

And she does, this time slapping herself so hard and clumsily, her nail pierces her cheek, and leaves a little scratch.

You smile, feeling like you're getting through to her. "Why did you do that?"

"You told me to" She says. Her voice quivers. You're not sure if she's acting any more.

"Do you always do what I tell you?"

"Y... yes" She takes a deep breath.

"Why?"

"I'm your submissive slut" She says.

"Very good" you smile and step toward her.

She smiles back, knowing that you're approaching her, knowing there will finally be some physical contact.

You push her down onto her back on the table, grab the collar of her dress and start to tear.

"Hey!" She sits back up. "This dress cost five thousand dollars!"

Now you know she's not acting any more. You step back. You take two big steps away from her, your bulge clearly throbbing. She stares at it. She knows what she's losing. "We're done" You say.

"Wait, wait, wait" She answers. "Let me take it off."

"No" You say, completely serious. "You tear it off yourself."

She doesn't say anything.

"What do you value more?" You ask "That dress and your dignity... or what I'm about to do to you?"

Olivia closes her eyes, bites her lip, and continues tearing the dress. She tears a nice clean seam down the front, all the way down, finally pulling it off like a coat. She sits there in a lacy black bra and a frilly black thong. She looks amazing. She looks ready.

"Take off your bra" You say, so she does, exposing hard, sizable nipples to you. Her breasts are very perky. And they heave up and down. "Take off your panties" you say. So she does, exposing a glistening, bald little pussy. It looks tight. So you comment on it. "Your pussy is tight." You say.

"It has no reason to be" she answers.

Then you step forward, ready to taker, taking in her naked body.

But wait... you realize she's not naked. She's still wearing her heels. And suddenly you can't resist. "How much did those shoes cost?" You ask.

She swallows heavily. "Twenty thousand."

"Take them off and hand them to me." You say

And this time she obeys without hesitation. You feel victorious. And now you hold her shoes.