Jasmine Adams, a Submissive Manager. (Slavery, BDSM, Humiliation)

She had everything that she could ever want.

At the age of 27,Jasmine Adams had a large and luxurious home. It was expensive, in the good part of town, and had cost enough to bankrupt someone with lesser finances. Her finances however were more than up to the task, for she was a manager at a high paying local investment agency. Getting to that position had been hard but Jasmine had always had intelligent and determination to get where she wanted in life. She was aware that some people rumoured that she'd used her looks as well as some rather unprofessional backroom meetings with higher ups, to get where she wanted but it was all lies. She'd just worked hard. She was good at what she did and always had been. Intelligent and educated, focused and determined. She'd known since she was a little girl that she was going to go far in life.

After all, from where she had come from, anywhere was far.

She was standing in front of a mirror in her room, looking at the crown which she had found last night. It didn't look like much, honestly. It was made of some silver metal and was rather thinner and lighter than you would have expected for a crown. Nevertheless, it made her fingers tingle to hold it, and her heart raced every time her eyes rested on it.

She'd tested it a few times already. Once at the bar and a few others too, just to be sure. Just to be safe. It was amazing and she had no idea how it did what it did. It could alter alter any rule or law which already existed. If it didn't exist, it could make it. It could also strip away rules or laws, removing them totally. It could even do that retroactively! Not just removing a law, but making it so it had never been in the first place!

That final part was important. It meant that any laws or rules she made using it could be repealed and then forgotten no matter what she did while they were active. It would be as though they had never been, and no one would remember except for her.

That was the part that really clenched it. Jasmine had worked hard for years to get where she had gotten. She'd paid for it in time and sweat. She didn't have a boyfriend, and she'd had little time for friends or relationships. All of her career, she'd been dogged by rumours that she had used her looks and her body to achieve her goals. She never had, but somehow no one wanted to believe that. It was simply easier for people to think that she had taken advantage of her natural charm rather than that she simply worked so much harder than them for so much longer. She'd turned her career into her life just to have all that she did and it had cost her. She'd put aside other desires, she'd bent herself totally to what she wanted to be.

Now by some miracle she was holding something which might just let her experience some of the things she'd left behind. Maybe even more... The rumours that followed her, she had always hated them. Always hated how they made it so her mind was less important than her body. But some part of her had always secretly wondered what it would be like if they were true.

Every time she'd looked at those people, seen them silently judging her, she'd wondered what it would feel like if they were right. She knew they wanted to see her brought down in shame, she knew they wanted to see her broken and punished for her unfair rise to power. Deep down and secretly she'd always wanted to experience something like that. She never thought she'd get the chance - there was no way she would ever risk her comfortable life for a fleeting moment of pleasure.

But now she didn't have to...

Now she had the power to experience everything she'd ever wanted...

Jasmine looked down at the crown and then raised it over her head. Its metal embrace felt cold and yet welcoming. She looked at herself in the mirror.