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It was odd. Marie had felt tingles passing through her as she had walked past her staff to her office where Fiona was in her chair. Fiona had smirked when she brought her the coffee and directed her to the corner office. Marie had expected, no dreaded, no wanted, something more. But it did not come. Fiona sent her some work to do, the drafts that she produced were, Marie had to admit, better than her own. Marie did as she was told. But then, Fiona just left the office.
Marie felt frustrated. Fiona had taken or hidden her bra, so she would have to leave the work with her big tits unsupported, but the silicone would take care of that. Her cunt was so wet that she wanted to deal with it.
As usual, she worked late, and by the time she left there was no one else there. No one realised the burden she carried. The others, her siblings, benefitted from the business, but apart from attending Board meetings and collecting their dividends, they did nothing. Everything rested on her shoulders. Yes, Marie, the dutiful daughter, the one Mammy had selected to carry on the business. No one had asked her what she wanted to do. No one ever did. But then she never spoke up. She did what was expected. She always did. She was a good girl.
As she lay in bed that night, in just her lacy panties and her baby doll nightie, she felt familiar tingles.
It iskenderun escort was not fair. The business had consumed her life. Oh yes, she was the big CEO, the boss, the one in charge. Her subordinates may have grumbled behind her back, but they would never dare say anything. Did anyone ever ask her how she felt? The long hours, the lack of a family life – damn, even the lack of a real sex life.
That was where Candii had come from.
She’s been scrolling through her favourite sex sites, and noticed one about a CEO becoming a bimbo. It excited her. The CEO, so prim and uptight, had been discovered by her assistant reading porn. Confronted by her assistant, the CEO was slowly divested of her power and her position and her clothes. She became a pouting bimbo slut with big tits. Ashamed, she was also excited. What would it be like, Marie wondered? To lose all power and to submit? To become a brainless bimbo slut? It had made her wet. Then Fiona appeared on the scene.
From the start there had been something about her.
Young and ambitious, she, alone, seemed not be in in awe of Marie. She would put forward her point of view. She would argue her corner. Sometimes she seemed almost impatient with Marie. Marie wondered whether to let her go? But Fiona was a hard worker, and she was good. She took diyarbakır escort quite a burden off Marie. So Marie solved the problem. She promoted her and paid her more. It was common sense. It was nothing to do with the feelings she got when Fiona crossed her. No, no, nothing, not at all. It was just good business sense.
Then came yesterday.
Was it a dream?
Marie woke, wet and thinking of what had happened. Having to lower her knickers and accept a spanking. But then nothing. No follow up.
Her phone pinged.
It was a text from Fiona:
“Office in an hour. Sluttiest knickers, heels, shortest skirt, no bra, be there … Candii.”
Oh my God! She shivered.
She decided to ignore it. It was too dangerous.
Just under and hour later she was opening the door to the building.
Marie hoped no one could see her. Putting on the raincoat as she left the house was a brilliant move. It covered the tight, plunging top and the hid the shortness of her skirt. The red thong she was wearing was already biting into her pussy and arse and making her wet. She was wearing hold ups. She thought Fiona would approve.
Turning the key and closing the door quietly behind her, she hoped that there was no one else there. Fiona had already seen her “assets”, but if anyone else elazığ escort were to see them she was sure she would die of shame. She hung her coat up and went into her office. There was no one there.
She knew what to do. She went to the side office, the one that had been Fiona’s. Sitting there at her subordinate’s desk, she could feel that frisson, the one that she got when she imagined it all slipping away from her: the position; the power; the respect; as she shrank from being the CEO to a mere bimbo slut; from being defined by what she did to being defined by how she looked. Everyone knew what women who looked like that were like.
“Hello Candii. Good to see you were here on time.”
Her reverie was broken. She hadn’t heard Fiona come in. Fiona looked fit and smart in her business suit.
“My, don’t you look a picture. Stand up Candii.”
Feeling Marie receding rapidly, Candii stood up.
Fiona took a picture on her phone.
“Oh yes, you look such a bimbo Candii, bend over, let me see what you are wearing under that skirt.”
Candii did as she was told, conscious that Fiona would be able to see her glistening cunt and her wet thong.
Candii shivered, knowing what her former subordinate could see.
She felt Fiona’s finger rub down her arse crack until it reached her arsehole. She pressed the panties into her arse. Candii moaned. She didn’t want to, but she could not help it. She even felt herself push back.
“Oh I see you like that! You really are a fucking slut aren’t you Candii?”
She didn’t want to say it, but she did:
“Yes Miss!”
As she lay, exposed, she knew she was lost.
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