Portia Dean

The women stood huddled together in a corner of the large conference room, glancing furtively around to ensure nobody could see what they were plotting. Their lips trembled slightly, revealing their anxiety about the plan they would soon put into motion. Darkness cloaked them from prying eyes, hiding their identities from the world outside. As they whispered softly amongst themselves, vengeance and retribution resonated within their hearts, burning deep within their souls. Sarah Franks, Portia's personal assistant, spoke first."Portia treats us like slaves," she said through gritted teeth, feeling the anger simmer inside her chest. Her hands clenched tightly onto her skirt, trying to contain the fury that was brewing beneath her surface calm demeanour. Aiko chimed in, expressing her own feelings towards the despotic woman who managed the typing pool. "She takes away our dignity, acting like we mean nothing." Diana agreed wholeheartedly, adding fuel to the fire. 'We have **** but to take action,' she hissed under her breath, looking just as determined as the others. The frustration evident in their expressions mirrored the mutual sentiment among all four of them – it was time for change. And if **** against Portia meant striking at the heart of her empire? So be it. Sarah looked around the other women and then asked them in turn what ideas they had. Something that was humiliating and easy to put into practice. Diana went first with her idea."Let's play upon Portia's weakness," she proposed cunningly. "

Her ego is her downfall; let's use that to our advantage." This elicited nods of agreement and murmurs of approval from the rest of the group. Each member seemed enthused by the prospect of manipulating Portia's self-centred attitude, seeing it as the perfect tool to exact their ****. They discussed different ways to exploit this vulnerability, mapping out strategies that would ultimately lead to the demise of her control over them. Sarah said it was a good idea. She proposed a contest one which they would control so that Portia lost. If Portia won then the staff would work for nothing for a week. If she lost then she would do what the staff said for two weeks. What challenge can we propose to Portia? It has to be a benign challenge so she does not suspect anything. Suggested Sarah, thinking hard. Diana smiled "I know, Portia always wears flats so I suggest a high heel contest. We draw two lines twenty feet apart. Contestants will then walk between the lines with the height of the heels increasing each turn. Diana continued. "To make sure she loses, we ask someone close to her, maybe Helen, to sabotage her attempt while making it look like an accident." The air became heavy with anticipation, as the conspirators imagined the day when Portia would finally fall victim to their machinations. Helpless before the combined might of those who had been wronged by her tyrannical rule. Sarah gave her a thumbs up signifying her agreement to the plan. "So we proceed as follows, Helen sabotages her attempts while pretending to help her?"

Sarah went to Portia and told her of the contest.Portia eagerly accepted the proposal since she loves competitions especially ones involving fashion items such as shoes. Unbeknownst to Portia, everyone else secretly hoped for her failure in the event. In preparation for the big day, Sarah made arrangements for the competition to be held in the main conference room where both Portia and the employees gathered. As Helen was helping Portia select appropriate footwear for the contest, she noticed something wasn't quite right with the heels Portia selected. Carefully, she surreptitiously altered the stability of some crucial areas within the design of these specific pairs - ensuring that they wouldn't stand up well while walking. When it came to Portia's time to perform, she stepped forward confidently, strutting across the floor as graceful as ever in her elegant attire. Little did she realize that fate itself played cruel games behind the scenes. One by one, participants strutted past her effortlessly, their legs seemingly unaffected by the added heights of their respective stilettos. They all achieved walking in heels from three inches to six inches. This was the final pair of seven-inch heels. Everyone passed and now it was Portia's turn. With careful precision, Helen had loosened the heel of one of the shoes and as Portia walked off the heel gave way sending her crashing down onto the floor.With horror etched on her face, Portia tried to regain composure quickly.

The crowd cheered sarcastically as the fallen CEO attempted to get back on her feet amid laughter and jeers directed at her expense. Meanwhile, a mixture of pity and amusement filled the faces of the women watching nearby. Sarah smirked triumphantly, taking a step closer to victory, while Aiko couldn't resist laughing maliciously. They all knew their scheme had worked perfectly, thanks to Helen's expert execution. Later that afternoon the girls appeared in Portia's office. Sarah told her that as she lost it was time for her to pay her debt." For the next two weeks you must follow the rules set forth by your subordinates", explained Sarah matter-of-factly. Portia swallowed hard, fear beginning to creep into her voice. "What kind of rules?" she demanded uneasily. With relish, Sarah responded smoothly. "All decisions regarding your daily tasks, even your personal life will need to be approved by your employees". Portia felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of being subjected to such humiliation. The others watched silently, savouring their moment of triumph. The next day Portia arrived at her office but the door was locked. Sarah told her she was to report to the typing pool. A place she rarely visited, preferring instead to stay confined to her luxurious office space above the bustling floors below. But today, Portia was going to discover just how much her world revolved around this very area. Trembling slightly, Portia reached for the keys to her private elevator, only to find them missing.

Feeling helpless, she pressed the call button repeatedly hoping someone would come to rescue her from this indignant situation. Once inside Diana greeted her with a smirk. First Ms Dean she said with scorn we need to get you some new clothes. Diana pulled out the clothes and handed them to Portia."These will suit you better than your usual business wear," she commented mockingly. Portia hesitated, unsure whether she should protest or comply. Eventually, accepting defeat, she changed into the garments provided. They were formfitting and accentuated her curves in a provocatively sensuous manner – exactly what Portia would never choose herself. The transformation was complete. From the top executive now emerged a sex symbol whose influence was rapidly dwindling. It took everything in Portia to maintain composure, knowing full well that this was merely the start of their reign of terror. Now dressed in a plain white blouse and mid-thigh black skirt she looked like any other secretary in the typing pool. They gave her some inch heels to put on her black-hosed legs.After putting them on, Diana instructed her to pose seductively beside the photocopier machine. At first, Portia refused but realized resistance was futile. Under the watchful gaze of Diana, Helen, and the others, she assumed various positions that enhanced her femininity. To her astonishment, she could feel her blood racing throughout her veins, awakening hidden urges she didn't understand.

These women were playing her game, turning tables, exploiting her vanity to their benefit. They wanted her exposed, ****, and stripped of her power. Thus began the descent of once feared, respected, and powerful executive Portia Dean. As Diana snapped pictures with a smartphone, capturing images of Portia posing provocatively near the photocopier, she wondered why she allowed herself to submit to this degradation. She had lost the bet and she had to pay to keep her pride intact.This entire experience had brought up feelings of humiliation, anger, sadness, and defiance. She felt the familiar pang of embarrassment whenever someone looked at her oddly or whispered under their breath. Diana then had Portia make them all coffee.While doing so, she found herself unable to hide her shame and embarrassment. The women surrounding her openly taunted her about her predicament. Some laughed loudly, while others gossiped amongst themselves. As the hours wore on, Portia grew more frustrated and anxious, feeling as though her life was spiralling out of control. Her once-solid sense of authority slowly crumbled beneath the weight of her own misfortune. Her next task was very humiliating Diana had ordered to get on her hands and knees and to worship all of the secretary's nyloned feet. Each secretary got their chance to sit comfortably while Portia crawled toward them, kissing their feet, rubbing and licking their soles, admiring the elegance of their nails, and commenting on how beautiful their skin was.

All while Diana snapped photos. Afterwards, she moved to Helen's chair, then Aiko's. Diana taunted her by asking how she felt as a boss licking her subordinate's feet. Portia winced, realizing she could hardly bear the indignity inflicted upon her. Each touch sent waves of shock through her system, yet her mind remained fixated on her ultimate goal—regaining her position of power. While carrying out this distasteful assignment, Portia struggled against a torrent of conflicting emotions: fury over her loss of status, despair at her weakened state, and the strange thrill that accompanied the sexual nature of her punishment. Diana then said that Portia needed a makeup Makeover. They applied bright lipsticks, mascara, and eyeliners which seemed excessive to Portia, making her look like a cheap streetwalker rather than a sophisticated CEO. She could hear whispers among the staff members when they saw her transformed appearance. Helen then worked on her hair. Stripping away the expensive salon style, they replaced it with a simple, tousled look. It seemed almost deliberately messy, reminiscent of Portia's old days before becoming successful. The sight of Portia's freshly styled image caused a wave of confusion and anger to ripple through her chest. However, no words escaped her lips. Instead, she continued performing her assigned duties without complaint. Her previously sharp features softened, and her normally commanding presence became muted.

Their plan was progressing faster than anticipated, leaving little doubt about its effectiveness. Seeing the once proud and self-assured CEO reduced to tears and begging for mercy further fueled their determination. For several days, Portia endured this humiliating treatment, submitting to their demands without protest. Yet, despite her willingness to adhere to their whims, her fierce desire for **** burned stronger than ever. As they pushed her boundaries further, her hatred intensified. Throughout the week, they continually tested her resolve, exposing her to increasingly risqué situations designed to break her spirit. One evening after everyone left, they dragged Portia into the storage room where Helen revealed her true intentions. In front of the terrified woman stood rows of bondage equipment. Fear gripped Portia as Helen announced that tonight, she'd learn what it meant to truly serve those who held power over her. With trembling fingers, Portia picked up a blindfold and gag ball. Her mind raced, trying to devise a strategy for escape. But it soon dawned on her — running away wouldn't solve anything; it would only confirm her failure to these women. With an air of resignation, she accepted the fate awaiting her, steeling herself mentally for whatever came next. Gritting her teeth, she donned the blindfold and stepped onto the stage that awaited her.The click of a lock echoed through the silence, signifying the beginning of her submission.

Despite the darkness encasing her vision, she could still discern the shapes of objects looming nearby, suggesting an array of perverse instruments lying in wait. They stripped her down to her pantyhose and then used leather belts to bind her. A penis gag was pushed into her mouth and a collar and leash put around her neck.Slowly, they led her forward until she felt something pressing against her backside - a large dildo attached to a harness. This unexpected turn made her heart race with fear mixed with arousal. The tight grip on her arm showed that she couldn't resist, giving in to their twisted pleasure. Her cheeks flushed as she understood that her reputation, job, and future depended entirely on her acquiescence. Behind her, Portia heard heavy footsteps and the rustling of fabric, indicating her impending introduction to the world of BDSM. Clutching the edges of the table, her pulse quickened in anticipation. Was she ready for this? Could she even survive such a journey? She recalled the countless nights spent fantasizing about taking control, dominating others in ways beyond comprehension. How ironic that reality proved far crueller than fiction. Before she knew it, she found herself bound to a wooden bench, struggling against the constraints. Her body shuddered involuntarily, mirroring the intense internal conflict surging within her. As they fastened her arms securely behind her back, the sound of leather straps biting into her flesh filled the silent space.

Unaccustomed to physical restraints, her breaths grew shallow, and sweat trickled down her forehead. In response, Diana leaned closer, whispering devilish promises that left Portia shaken. Meanwhile, Aiko prepared a series of implements designed specifically for female submissives. Her breath caught in her throat as Aiko pressed a finger against her clit, eliciting a moan of surprise. Helplessly, Portia surrendered to the sensation, acknowledging her growing arousal. She then felt a bulbous head poking her ass and then pain as she screamed into the penis gag. Each woman took their turn fucking her with ever-increasing sizes of strap-on. Her cries turned into moans as she experienced the most brutal sex of her life. Pain seeped into her as they stretched her limits, tearing away any illusion of superiority she might have been holding onto. As the sessions went on, the intensity increased, driving her higher into a place she never thought possible. Sweat beaded across her brow as she struggled to come to terms with the depths they were going. Their voices blurred together, but her ears picked up snippets of conversation. "She must be close," Diana murmured. Sarah whispered in Portia's ear "A new challenge boss. If you do not cum tonight then we will end the former wager. If you do cum then you will remain our sex **** and sign over your company and possessions to us."Portia's blood ran cold as the reality of her situation hit home. Portia fought with all her strength to resist having an orgasm.

The battle raged inside her as her body betrayed her mental resistance. Tears rolled down her face, mingling with the sweat streaming down her temples. The pain she experienced, both physically and emotionally, seemed insurmountable. Still, she held onto hope – if she didn't let go, perhaps she could regain some dignity. Gradually, her limbs began to lose their rigidity, succumbing to the tortuous pressure. Sharp gasps erupted from her lips as her hips bucked wildly. It wasn't just the relentless stimulation but the idea of losing everything she had built. That thought alone brought forth a powerful urgency within her. She wanted to claw at her captor's face and fight, but the delicate balancing act kept her grounded. Her legs trembled underneath her, threatening to give way any moment now. Panicked, she tried to hold off the imminent explosion. As the woman continued to ravage her body, her entire being yearned for release. Each thrust drove her deeper into ecstasy, heightening her awareness of the exquisite agony surrounding her. Her nipples hardened beneath the rough palms, pinpricks of delight prickling along her sensitive skin. Desperately fighting the mounting climax, Portia's consciousness drifted toward the edge of oblivion. Every nerve ending lit up with excitement, sending messages to her brain that threatened to send her spiralling into chaotic bliss. With the last strand of sanity slipping away, she finally gave in to the inevitable, letting loose the floodgates of ecstasy.

Unable to suppress the tidal wave of lust coursing through her veins, she cried out in pure abandonment, allowing the waves of pleasure to engulf her completely. Time ceased to exist, lost amidst the roar of passion consuming her very soul. Her thighs quivered helplessly as she rode the crest of the storm. The women cheered with smirks on their faces. They had achieved their goal: reducing the once indomitable Portia to nothing more than a defeated plaything. Afterwards, they carefully cleaned her, ensuring no trace remained of the humiliating events. Portia lay there, exhausted yet unable to sleep. All she could think about was the terrible price she paid for hubris. Her pride was swallowed whole by vengeful colleagues. The following days turned into a nightmare for Portia. She had to work in the typing pool every day. Sarah now occupied Portia's former office and Aiko was her PA. Diana was now the new typing pool manager.