Three months had
passed since Deborah Jackson had slipped into the heels and skirts of her
secretary for her temporary charade. The discovery of her games by the owner of
Sapphire and Ross had led to Miss Deborah Jackson, with the collusion of her
secretary Jane Simpson, being tempted and drawn deeper into her fantasies until
those fantasies had become her reality. No longer the ditzy secretary her
original imaginings of her degradation and subordination had been Debbie
Langtry now reduced to a mere cleaner wallowing in her servility and lowly
status.
During the first
two weeks in her new role Jane Simpson had delved deep into the minds and
motivations of individuals such as her ex boss Miss Deborah Jackson reading the
thesis of many eminent professionals. She had an incentive of course, if she
could fuel those deep-seated desires held by her boss, draw her beyond a
tipping point, Jane’s position of head of compliance along with its many
advantages would be secured. It became clear to Jane from her studies, and did
somewhat explain certain aspects of history, that certain individuals were
predisposed if not desirous of their enslavement. The majority from this group
of individuals according to the well-read text, were held within the invisible
constraints of their financial, domestic and employment situations being
already subconsciously enslaved. For those unfettered by such mundane shackles
these deep-rooted emotions festered within them. This went a long way to
explain why many wealthy and those engaged in professional occupations sought
solace, albeit covertly, to exercise their demons, being many and varied, at
the hands of others.
With the guidance
from her studies Jane had made swift progress with Miss Deborah Jackson in
establishing and reinforcing the persona of Debbie. The more degradation and
humiliation she heaped on her ex boss the more willingly she accepted and
responded to her subordinate roll absorbing her debasement and the desecration
of all she ever was like a sponge, Jane becoming ever more confident and
effective with her authoritative control of her ex boss.
Had Mrs. Ross not
shown such an excited and keen interest in the willing demise of Jane’s ex
boss, seeking daily updates and making regular visits to the compliance
department to watch Jane’s new secretary stripped of her elegant wardrobe,
dressed in her skimpy secretarial compliant wear, performing her mundane
subordinate tasks, becoming increasingly consumed by her new persona, perhaps
Jane would have delved no further.
To fuel Jane’s
curiosity she had wondered why when Mrs. Ross discovered Miss Jacksons little
games, especially with her compromising such sensitive and confidential
information her reaction had not been more conventional. Sure, like she had
been told, the knowledge of the double mirror program that Deborah Jackson held
could not leave the company but there must have been other ways than to entrap
and condemn a previously loyal executive into a life of her submissive
fantasies?
Jane was scheduled to attend a professional
development course and having assured Mrs. Ross that her new secretary was
suitably compliant in her roll, during the second week of her promotion Jane
was meeting with Jenny Phillips in human resources to go over the details of
the course she was to attend.
With all the
arrangements agreed Jane was looking forward to her time away all expenses paid
staying in a five-star hotel for a few days. On the instruction of Mrs. Ross
Debbie would be transferred to the cleaning staff the following week whilst Jane
was away on her jolly.
Jenny sipped on
her coffee and smiled at Jane.
“You seem to be
adapting well to your new role Jane and I understand so is our new secretary,
Debbie.”
Jane put down her
cup.
“Yes, Debbie is
quite a revelation to say the least Jenny, something about that, Mrs. Ross she
seems, well, I don’t know how to put this really but...”
Jenny interjected
with a chuckle.
“Are fascinated,
excited the words you are looking for Jane?”
Jane looked at
Jenny questioningly, it was a strange choice of words but it summed up Jane’s
thoughts perfectly.
Jane could not
help but giggle which she did suppress to some degree.
“Well yes, Mrs.
Ross wants daily updates and visits my offices regularly watching Debbie. I
mean the whole thing is weird but you are right Mrs. Ross is fascinated excited
even by Miss Jacksons evolving persona.”
Jenny opened her
drawer and removed a hard-backed book and smiled sliding it onto her desk.
“I understand you
have been doing some research on the workings of the submissive mind. Why don’t
you take this? I am sure you will find it informative. Your course isn’t until
next week, have a read and then we should meet I have a proposal I think you
will be interested in.
It was a puzzled
Jane that left Jenny Phillips to further torment her ex boss.
Mrs. Ross did have reasons to be fascinated
even excited following Deborah Jackson’s willful demise and the blossoming of
her alto ego Debbie. The sophisticated head of Sapphire and Ross’s compliance
department allowing herself to be willingly taunted, humiliated and denigrated
under the gaze of her fellow employees at the hands of her once secretary. Yes
Mrs. Ross had reasons, reason’s well known to Jenny Phillips.
Once the die was
cast for Miss Deborah Jackson Mrs. Ross was becoming more aroused with each day
that passed. Jenny had made two visits to Mrs. Ross’s mansion that very week
and a weekend session was already being planned. Previous visits had been
spasmodic at best but it was all becoming more intense, more demanding. Jenny Phillips
was well aware of the impending windfall from the double mirror program,
information not difficult to extract during her sessions with Mrs. Ross and she
intended to take the lion’s share.
Having read and
returned the book she had been given and following a subsequent meeting with
Jenny at a local Bistro Jane was sat in her bath tub swathed in bubbles and
chuckled at what had been divulged and discussed. Mrs. Ross intended to take
Debbie to be a house maid at her mansion. Uniforms had been ordered and all was
prepared. Jenny would be seeing Debbie the following day to inform her that she
would be working with Mrs. Brown’s janitors whilst her boss was away. Debbie
would not be returning to a secretarial roll, Mrs. Ross demanding that Debbie
become competent with her cleaning skills before being brought to serve at Long
Acres.
The bombshell from
Jenny, delivered after finishing their tapas, still made Jane shiver even in
the warmth and comfort of her bath. If all Jenny had told her was true about
Mrs. Ross then the plan was sound. In a few months Mrs. Ross’s mansion would
have its servile house maid and all its knowledge of the double mirror program
would be hidden away inside the domestic drudgery of a Long Acres maid. Jenny had made Jane chuckle with her plans
for Mrs. Ross and with none of the other executives at Ross and Sapphire being
aware of the double mirror programs existence, Mrs. Ross having made sure of
that, the insidious program would work silently in the cyber shadows with Jenny
and Jane creaming off thousands.
With the bath
water cooling Jane wrapped herself in a robe and stepped out into the lounge of
her apartment looking out over the glittering skyline and chuckled taking in
the view her ex boss would until recently have enjoyed. Being head of
compliance she could deliver her side of the bargain but could Jenny?
When Mrs. Ross
came to deliver the booking details and tickets for Jane’s course unaware of
the conspiracy unfolding between Miss Simpson and Jenny Phillips Mrs. Ross
stretched out her arm with the wallet containing all the information and Jane
could not help but notice the redness on her wrist which she quickly covered
with her sleeve. Jane smiled and took the file. A redness that confirmed much
of what Jenny had told her the previous evening.
“Thank you Mrs.
Ross I am sure the course will be most useful.”
Jane attended her
course and Debbie began her work being a cleaner for Mrs. Brown’s janitorial
department. When Jane returned to work she had a new secretary, organised by
Miss Philips, Joanne Pendleton. More importantly Mrs. Ross was absent from work
a staff notice explaining she would be away for some time and that Miss
Phillips would, in conjunction with other senior executives, be managing the
business until her return. Jane smiled knowing Jenny’s scheme was in play.
Following Miss
Phillips meeting with Debbie Langtry, to inform her she would be joining the
cleaning staff and Mrs. Ross’s further arousal at seeing Deborah Jackson so
willingly accepting her further demise, the appointment for Jenny to visit Long
Acres that same evening took place. Jenny arrived at Mrs. Ross’s mansion just
before eight and smiled seeing the door slightly ajar like it had been on the
many previous occasions.
Mrs. Ross some
years previously, not long after Jenny had commenced her employment at Sapphire
and Ross had discovered Miss Phillips had a rather special talent outside her
role of being the head of Sapphire and Ross’s human resources department.
Confronted by Mrs.
Ross, regarding her extracurricular activities, Jenny had enticed and convinced
the owner of Sapphire and Ross to concede to her curiosity in the seclusion and
privacy of her mansion. Many sessions had followed, but very much on an
irregular basis after that initial awakening. Following the events with Miss
Deborah Jackson however her instilled desires had unfortunately become more of
a need.
Winnie had
prepared herself and had been ready for Jenny’s visit for some time and
shivered in anticipation hearing the main door closing and the distinctive
sound of her visitor’s heels progressing along the parquet floor of the
hallway, thoughts of Deborah Jackson flushing through her mind. It was wrong, of course, it was wrong, it was
always wrong, it was very, very wrong but when the scent of that ambrosial
perfume, Winnie’s own trigger, filled her senses and velvet gloved fingers
stroked down her cheek she was in another world.
Jenny Phillips
persona and attire much different than would be seen at Sapphire and Ross and
in stark contrast to how Winnie was prepared for the evening and the session
began.
“Let’s just check
everything, nice and tight, good girl now let’s just slip your hood on then up
and in you go.”
Eleven thirty and
Winnie showered and dressed, wearing a silk robe entered her lounge rubbing her
wrists Jenny sat comfortably in an easy chair smiled and pushed a charged glass
of wine forward on the low table.
“You look like you
need that Winnie.”
Winnie reached for
the glass and gulped her first taste.
“My god Jenny that
was awesome, it really was, I needed that, this Debbie thing it’s driving me
crazy.”
Jenny chuckled.
“Not quite the
Debbie experience you are seeking is it but I have been thinking we could...”
Jenny paused for
effect Winnie hanging on her words.
“No, no that’s
ridiculous; here let me fill your glass.”
Winnie offered her
glass for a top up then sat facing Jenny.
“What, what would
be ridiculous, what?"
Jenny feigning
reluctance spoke holding eye contact with Winnie.
“Well these
sessions are getting more regular each time you want more, to get closer to
what Debbie is experiencing, I fear that will never be real for you with these
short sessions, I feel I am letting you down. I know what is happening to
Debbie is exciting you and she is soon to be your maid how sad for you that you
will never be able to relate to how she truly feels unless….
Jenny paused again
and took a sip of her wine.
Winnie leaned
forward anxiousness in her eyes.
“Yes, go on Jenny
unless, unless what?”
“Well I would have to extend your sessions. It
would mean that you will take some time away from work, not as much to get it
out of your system but put it in if you see what I mean. I wouldn’t mind
staying here for a while and I promise I would leave you in no doubt of just
how Debbie feels given more time with you. I could handle things with the other
managers at the company for a short time. It would just take an email from you;
taking a short break, perhaps visiting a sick relative, no one would deny you
that? Then when Debbie comes to Long Acres to be your maid you will be able to
share her most inner feelings of subjugation with her, won’t you?
Winnie gulped on
her wine, to let Jenny have control of her not for a couple of hours but
perhaps a couple of days maybe a week? Jenny was right the sessions had become
more regular, the helpless capitulation that she felt and craved, engendered by
Jenny, was only ever fleeting what Jenny was suggesting would be? What would it
be? Winnie felt a cold shiver run though her body staring across at Jenny
dressed as she was. Body hugging Basque, tight hip clinging satin shorts, broad
garter straps to stocking tops, her legs crossed displaying her above knee
spike heeled boots. Jenny looked so powerful so demanding.
“I am not sure
Jenny, I almost loose it in a couple of hours with you, and you are so…. I mean
how would it work? When would we start?
Jenny sat back and
brushed her dark hair from her face her tongue rolling across her glossed
crimson lips and pointed to the bunch of keys on the table with the crop she
held in her gloved hand.
“It will start by
you taking off that robe, getting down on your hands and knees, taking those
keys in your mouth and crawling over to me with them, then you will do just as
you are told, won’t you Winnie?”
Winnie looked down
at the keys she had her safe word, if it got too much she would be alright,
wouldn’t she? A couple of days why not? Jenny was right the short sessions were
good, Jenny did make her feel helpless, she was helpless when Jenny took
control of her, If Jenny could make her feel like she did in two or three hours
how would she feel after a day, two days? Winnie fresh from her earlier session
was more than moist filled with anticipation staring across at the stern
dominant persona sat opposite she couldn’t help herself.
Winnie eased her
robe from her shoulders and slid from the leather sofa to her knees. Keys
gripped in her teeth she crawled around the table to Jenny who stood to receive
her gift.
Winnie sighed
feeling the collar she had worn earlier fastened back around her neck and the
leash clipped in place. Jenny chuckled leading Winnie on her leash out off the
lounge, through the kitchens to the back scullery and pulled open the heavy
wooden door to where Winnie had squirmed her pleasure at the hands of Jenny so
many times.
Jenny smiled down
at Winnie.
“Let me get your
things.”
Winnie sighed, the
short chain leather cuffed manacles locked back to her wrists and ankles, the
ring gag still wet with remnants of her spoon-fed supper from earlier strapped
tight. Winnie squirmed weak eyed and moaned breathing heavy feeling the rubber
silencing buds pushed into her ears. Jenny zipped the tight leather hood over
Winnies head and laughed before attaching new adornments to her captive. Padded
mittens, much like boxing gloves buckled to both hands and feet. Winnie shook
in feeble resistance to the deprivation of another of her senses, touch and
feel only the senses of smell and taste remaining.
Hooded, shackled,
naked, blind deaf and dumb Winnie crawled up the familiar ramp to the elevated
cage suspended over the sluice drain like she had done many times before, a
slight hesitation met with the sting of Jenny’s crop. The cage door closed and
locked Jenny removed the ramp and pulled across and locked the shutters hiding
the cage and shackled squirming contents from view. The heavy wooden door to
the back scullery closed and locked Jenny collected Mrs. Ross’s lap top and
left Long Acres to return home.
To quote the author Terri George in their book Feast on Me, “The Submission Of a Meek And Timid Woman Isn’t That Much Of a Prize. But The Submission Of a Strong Woman? Now That’s a Gift. Something To Be Treasured.”.
ReplyDeleteThe above of course was regarding a heterosexual relationship, but feel it sums up Jackies story nicely.
Once again Jackie thank you, for a well thought out chapter, with its mix of deviousness, the giving up of power through inner desire, and the accepting of that power by others.
Thanks for the story. I can't wait to see Debbie along side of winnie
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