Work time

Eleanor’s power over you and Emily doesn’t stop at home. The next day, she takes it a step further, leading both of you into her workplace as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. She’s dressed immaculately as always, her tall, commanding frame draped in a form-fitting black dress with sleek leather boots that click ominously on the tiled floors. You and Emily, still wearing each other’s swapped outfits from the humiliating swap the night before, follow her inside, heads down, feeling the weight of your shame.

The office is sleek and modern, filled with sharp lines and expensive furniture. Eleanor strides in with confidence, and immediately people stop and take notice. Her colleagues greet her with respect and admiration, but their eyes quickly shift to you and Emily, dressed absurdly in each other’s clothes, trailing behind her like lost puppies.

The humiliation hits you harder than ever. Here, in the corporate setting where Eleanor holds all the power, you’re no longer just the cheating husband or the mistress caught in the web. You’re both utterly beneath her—tools for her amusement, dragged into her domain to be paraded and put to use.

Eleanor wastes no time in issuing orders.

“You,” she says, pointing at you without even turning her head. “Coffee. Black. No sugar. And don’t take all day.”

You nod quickly, heading to the office kitchen, trying to ignore the glances from passing employees. You can hear them whispering, their eyes trailing over you in your ill-fitting clothes. Every step feels like an eternity, but you do as you’re told, preparing Eleanor’s coffee as perfectly as possible, knowing any mistake will only make things worse.

When you return with the coffee, you find Eleanor sitting at her desk, casually chatting with a few coworkers. Emily is standing awkwardly beside her, clearly unsure of what to do with herself. Eleanor takes the coffee from you without even looking up.

“That took long enough,” she mutters, taking a slow sip. Then, with a dismissive wave of her hand, she adds, “You’ll need to stay here for the rest of the day. I have things I need you both to do.”

She turns her attention to Emily. “Start by sorting the files on my desk. And make sure they’re in perfect order.”

Emily opens her mouth to protest, but a single glare from Eleanor shuts her up. She moves quickly to the desk, starting to organize the papers in front of her while Eleanor lounges back, fully enjoying the display of her dominance.

“And you,” Eleanor says, turning her sharp gaze on you. “There’s a spill in the break room. Go clean it up.”

You hesitate for a moment, your pride screaming at you to refuse, but Eleanor’s eyes burn with authority. You know better than to defy her here, especially after the way she completely broke both you and Emily the day before. Slowly, you nod and walk to the break room, every step a reminder of your place.

The break room is empty, but sure enough, there’s a spill of coffee on the floor. You grab some paper towels and crouch down to clean it, feeling the burn of embarrassment as you realize how low you’ve been brought. Here, on your hands and knees, wiping up a mess, dressed in Emily’s clothes—every detail is a reminder of Eleanor’s absolute power over you.

But it’s not just about the tasks. Eleanor has a cruel brilliance for keeping the humiliation alive in even the smallest moments. Every time you or Emily try to stand tall, she finds a way to knock you back down.

Hours pass, and the day only gets worse.

At one point, Eleanor makes you and Emily polish her shoes—right in the middle of the office. You kneel at her feet, feeling the eyes of her coworkers on you as you gently rub the leather of her boots with a cloth, trying to make them shine under the bright office lights. Emily works beside you, her face flushed with shame, but there’s no escaping it. Eleanor’s foot presses down on your back, reminding you of your place as she continues her conversation with her colleagues as if nothing is happening.

Eleanor calls one of her coworkers over. A tall, confident woman with sharp eyes and a perfectly tailored suit approaches. Her heels click against the floor, echoing your sense of doom. She looks down at you and Emily, still kneeling at Eleanor’s feet, polishing her boots.

“This is Kelly,” Eleanor says smoothly, not even looking at you as she introduces the woman. “She’s going to keep an eye on you two while I attend my meeting. I expect them to be finished with my shoes by the time I’m back.”

Kelly crosses her arms, an amused smirk playing on her lips as she sizes both of you up. “Got it,” she says. “I’ll make sure they behave.”

Eleanor stands, casting one last, commanding glance down at both of you before she turns and strides out of the office. Kelly waits for the door to close behind her before stepping closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“So, you’re Eleanor’s little slaves, huh?” she asks, her voice dripping with condescension. She steps forward, placing her foot directly in front of your face. The pointed tip of her heel presses against your chest lightly, a physical reminder of your current state. “You missed a spot.”

Your heart sinks as she motions for you to keep going, her foot nudging against you. You glance over at Emily, who’s still struggling to keep her dignity intact, her face burning with shame. You share a silent understanding—there’s no escape. Not now. Not here.

As you return to polishing Kelly’s shoes, the humiliation mounts. You’re not just doing this for Eleanor anymore—now others are getting in on the game, watching, taunting. Kelly leans down slightly, her grin widening.

“I bet Eleanor has you doing all sorts of things, doesn’t she?” she asks, clearly enjoying the control she’s been given over you. “Well, you’d better get used to this. She runs this place, and now you’re part of her... entourage.”

The word stings, a reminder of how far you’ve fallen. You can feel the weight of your degradation pressing down on you with every second that passes. But as much as you want to resist, you can’t. Eleanor’s power over you is absolute, and now, with Kelly standing over you, it’s clear that you’re nothing more than a plaything in their world.

Kelly watches with satisfaction as you finish polishing her shoes. Then, she snaps her fingers, as if summoning a servant. “Come on, let’s see how good you are with my coffee. I want it made exactly how I like it. And don’t mess it up—Eleanor told me she has big plans for you both if you step out of line.”

You and Emily exchange defeated glances before standing, moving toward the break room once more to fulfill yet another humiliating task. Each command feels like a layer of your dignity being stripped away, piece by piece.

As you walk to make the coffee, Kelly calls out after you, “Oh, and don’t forget to get on your knees when you bring it back. I like to be served properly.”

The day drags on like this, with Kelly making you perform menial tasks while teasing and belittling both you and Emily. Every command is another blow to your pride, but there’s no denying that you’re trapped, completely at the mercy of these women. Every mistake is met with harsh reprimands, every task a reminder of just how far you’ve been brought down.

By the time Eleanor returns, she finds you and Emily once again kneeling at her feet, exhausted, humiliated, and utterly submissive. Kelly gives her a smug nod of approval, confirming that you’ve both “behaved.”

Eleanor’s eyes flick over you, taking in the sight of her two humbled pets, before she smiles. “Good,” she says softly, her voice full of satisfaction. “It seems you’re starting to understand your place.”

And with that, the day ends as it began—with you and Emily utterly at Eleanor’s mercy, completely unsure of what the next humiliation will be, but knowing that whatever it is, you won’t be able to stop it.