Message-ID: <16961eli$9811061640@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16961.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Twenty-five Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <362e17d1.20756934@news.telepac.pt> Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Twenty-five by Ms. Christine - http://www.mschristine.com BEFORE LISA WOULD allow Jack be driven back to town, she removed his collar and the hated spiked sheath. But she would not give him back his clothes until she had put him in a stainless steel chastity belt, which she locked into place and then kept the key. "You will be able to perform all your body functions", she explained, "but you will not be able to have an erection. I shall keep the key, to make sure you remember to come and visit me again." He was then given back his clothes and taken home. The real world seemed very strange, his apartment felt cold and empty. He made himself some coffee and rummaged around in the refrigerator, but could find nothing that wasn't well past its sell by date. With a resigned shrug he realised his 'diet' would have to be continued until tomorrow. Tomorrow! Work! He became gripped with panic. He assumed he would still have a job, although Lisa had been very vague about that subject. He examined the chastity device to see if it would be easy to remove. It wasn't. What if she suddenly turned up at his office and demanded to see it in place? 'She might very well do that' he thought and decided to leave it in place until he had talked to Mr St Claire. He eventually collapsed on his bed, utterly exhausted, and fell instantly asleep. Jack overslept and as a consequence was fifteen minutes late arriving at his office. "Linda, phone Mr St Claire and ask him for an appointment immediately". "Yes O.K." said Linda. He waited in his office, pacing up and down and rehearsing what he was going to say to his boss. Linda buzzed him and told him he could go straight up to the board room. He approached the big oak doors having been waved on by St Claire's secretary. A deep breath and in he went. "Come in and close the doors Jack". Jack froze. Lisa was sitting at the large, highly polished table, gently tapping her fingernails on the surface. There was no one else in the room. "I came to see your husband", he said belligerently. "I am the owner of this corporation", she explained , "perhaps I can help? Martin merely does as I tell him and oversees the day to day running." "The owner?" Jack said, completely lost for words. "Yes, Jack. And I have been very concerned about the things that have been going on in your department. I think you know what I am referring to?" He just stood there and did not reply. All his hopes of revenge were shattered and within the next few minutes he was convinced he would also be unemployed. As if she was reading his mind she continued, "I have decided not to fire you Jack. Instead I am going to reassign you." "I don't know what to say, thank you, Madam." He was truly relieved. "You may not thank me by the end of the week", she said. "I am reappointing Ellen Richards as head of your department. Your new job will involve being assigned to one of the ladies in the department every day on a rotating basis. They will do with you as they see fit. If you fail to comply with this new regime I will have no other choice but to report your scurrilous activities to the police. I am sure you would be arrested and maybe even imprisoned. I have already had a word with the chief of police." Jack started to say something and then thought better of it. He was totally at her mercy. "I shall take it that you agree to my terms", Lisa said, "and on a more personal note, I will send the limo for you on the last Friday in every month. You will need to be 'milked', and I think that should be quite often enough to keep you healthy". Once again, what else could he say but "Yes Madam". ...........Christine & David Stevenson........... Authors of domestic and real life Fem Dom Books. English couple - Published privately since 1986. http://www.mschristine.com/books.html Email enquiries to:- books@Ms-Christine.com Also published as text simultaneously on...... ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. 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