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Archive name: boss.txt (Fdom/F, work, hum)
Authors name: Dr. Phil (Address withheld by request)
Story title : Boss, The

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The Boss
by Dr. Phil

***

Maryanne Whitaker strode confidently into the main 
office. She looked around at the staff assembled there 
and smiled inwardly. She could sense that they all 
feared her, and with good reason. She was the boss... 

She had started this company over eight years ago and 
had built it into a multi-million dollar import/export 
business. She had hired every person in the room, paid 
them very well, and didn't have the slightest hesitation 
to fire any one of them, and she made sure they knew it. 

Her presence alone was enough to inspire awe and fear. 
She stood 5'9" tall, but with her heels on she was just 
over 6 feet. She was 45 years old and dressed in slacks, 
blouse, and a double-breasted jacket. In addition she 
wore a scarf around her neck, expensive jewelry on her 
fingers and a diamond brooch on her lapel. Her hair was 
black and pulled into a small bun at the back of her 
head...

**

Maryanne had not always been the boss. Ten years ago she 
was married and worked as her husband's secretary. Their 
marriage had slowly gone sour and they eventually 
divorced. After dividing up the community property and 
paying legal fees, she walked away with about $35,000 
and her clothes. Her ex-husband told her that she'd 
better spend it slowly because she'd be living in a 
shelter or selling her ass on the streets when that was 
gone.

Maryanne was determined to show him that she could make 
it on her own. She'd show ALL of them, dammit! And she 
did. She risked the entire $35,000 to start up her own 
import/export business. That's what her husband's 
business had been and she had learned enough to know how 
to make it work.

She set a goal of making her first million before she 
was 40. She beat that by one year. At 45, she was worth 
over three million dollars and had a thriving business 
with a dozen employees. Her husband was the most 
surprised at her accomplishments, and also bitter. He 
had fallen on hard times about five years ago and his 
business went under. He was now working for someone else 
and living in an apartment with his girlfriend, who was 
a cocktail waitress.

Maryanne's eyes fell sharply on Michele's lithe young 
form. She despised that cunt for her youth and good 
looks and only kept her around because she enjoyed 
bossing her around.

"Michele. I'd like to see you in my office."

Michele sighed and shook her head very slightly, but 
immediately got up and followed the older woman into her 
office. When she arrived Maryanne was already seated 
behind her large polished desk.

"Please shut the door and sit down." 

Michele complied and looked across the desk to meet her 
boss's eyes. Maryanne seemed almost amused as she began 
to speak: "Michele, I thought that after our last little 
talk you'd show an improvement here at work. I can see 
that our conversation has had very little effect on 
you."

"What! I don't know what you mean. I've been working 
hard every day. I'm on time every day and I do my job 
well."

"That's just the point! You do your job. That's all it 
is to you. I pay you damn good money and I want to see 
HUSTLE, not just doing your job."

"Come off it, Maryanne. Everyone else out there is 
scared shitless of you, but not me. I make that office 
run efficiently. You know that. Without me you'd be 
working a 16 hour day."

Maryanne looked shocked at the younger woman's 
impertinence. "Don't you dare spout off like that to me! 
I can replace you in a day, and at half the salary. I 
should fire you for your insubordination. Another word 
and I will!"

Michele bit her lip but continued to meet the older 
woman's stare. Neither would blink. Finally Michele 
looked down and sighed. Maryanne had won again.

"That's better" she smiled smugly. "I have a special 
little job for you, Michele. Think of it as your last 
chance to prove yourself to me because, I swear, the 
next time you get me mad you're history!"

Michele fidgeted a bit and continued looking at her 
hands in her lap.

"I want you to go through every single file in this 
office, revamp the filing system so that every order can 
be called up by name OR by date OR by commodity. I'm 
talking about every file in this office and that, my 
dear, goes back eight years."

Michele looked shocked as the monumental size of the 
task set in.

"And..." Maryanne continued. "I need it done by Monday 
morning..."

Michele gasped. It was already Friday afternoon!

"... or you're fired. Do you understand me?"

"You can't do that. That'll take the entire weekend and 
I told you over a week ago that I had important plans 
for Saturday night."

"That's just tough. I don't give a shit about your 
plans. You've been an impertinent little snot and this 
job is punishment. That's right, I said PUNISHMENT! If 
you're going to act like a little snot then that's how 
you're going to get treated from now on. Now it's up to 
you how you spend your weekend, I don't really care, but 
if the work isn't done by 8:00am Monday morning, you're 
fired!"

Michele was livid, but she held it in. That bitch KNEW 
she had plans to go to a play in the city on Saturday. 
She had sent away for the tickets over THREE MONTHS ago! 
She thought seriously about telling Maryanne what she 
could do with her job but instead she got up and walked 
out the door. Her co-workers could see how upset she was 
but she made it clear that she didn't want to talk about 
it.

**

At 4:45 Maryanne walked out into the main office with 
her leather briefcase.

"Have a good weekend all. I've got to be going. Got a 
big weekend planned. See you all Monday morning!"

Michele gave the finger to Maryanne's retreating back 
and muttered `bitch' under her breath after the door had 
closed. Fifteen minutes later the rest of the staff 
began filing out, leaving Michele alone.

She sighed, shook her head, and began to get to work...

**

Three hours later she paused for a bite to eat. She had 
just gotten through the tip of the iceberg and she knew 
she'd be lucky to finish by Monday even if she slept at 
the office both nights. After her break she got back to 
work. She was trying to assemble all of the files into 
one location and was now in Maryanne's office, going 
through her credenza. On an impulse she decided to open 
the center drawer to Maryanne's desk and rummage around. 
The usual shit was there. 

In a sudden outburst of anger she yanked the drawer 
completely out, spilling the contents all over the 
floor. After she had calmed down she knelt down and 
started to try to get the drawer back into the desk. It 
was then that she felt the key box...

It was glued underneath the desk, above where the drawer 
slid in and out. It could not be seen or felt unless 
someone knew where to look. She popped open the latch 
and a small key fell into her hand.

Michele stared at the key for a full minute, then got up 
and decided she had some more looking around to do.

It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. She 
was prepared to spend the night searching the office if 
she had to, but she lucked out and found a hidden nook 
behind the large picture on the wall near the bookcase. 
She held her breath and inserted the key. It fit! She 
turned the key and pulled the heavy door open. It was 
that simple.

Michele didn't know what to expect: jewelry, cash, stock 
certificates. What she found was books...

**

For the next hour Michele poured over the books. This 
was incredible! It was all documented right there before 
her. Maryanne had grown her import/export business so 
quickly because she had on occasion used her contacts to 
smuggle cocaine into the country!

It was all there.... names, dates, amounts. It was 
incredible. She hadn't done business with them in over 
two years, but the information was all there down to the 
last detail. There was enough evidence there to put 
several highly placed Colombian-Americans in Federal 
prison for life! And her along with them!

Michele looked up from the books and a large smile began 
to spread across her face. She finished putting the 
center drawer back in the desk then sat down in the 
large chair and began to formulate her plan. It was 
going to be a long weekend after all, but she wouldn't 
be doing any filing. Fuck the play. She had less than 60 
hours to get her plan together...

**

On Monday morning the staff slowly began arriving at 
work. At 8:10 Maryanne walked in, dressed as usual in 
her slacks and jacket and carrying her briefcase.

She glanced around the room and when she didn't see 
Michele she sighed and stormed into her office. She was 
shocked to see Michele sitting in her large chair with 
her feet up and crossed on her oak desk. There were 
loose files carelessly stacked on the floor and a small 
cart against the wall.

"What's the meaning of this? Get your feet off my desk!"

Michele just smirked, then uncrossed her legs and 
deliberately recrossed them with the lower one on top. 
She held a manila envelope in her hand and carelessly 
tossed it towards her enraged boss. It landed on the 
floor at her feet.

"Pick it up, bitch. I think you'll find it interesting 
reading. I certainly did."

Maryanne was livid with rage but she stooped down to 
pick up the envelope, leaning her briefcase against a 
chair as she got up. She glanced at Michele, who was 
still smiling at her, then tore open the envelope. As 
soon as she saw the documents her face paled and she 
gasped.

"Where did you get these?" she asked quietly, not 
looking up.

"Right where you left them, bitch. You'll notice they're 
photocopies. I have the originals hidden away real well. 
I also had several other copies made."

"This is dangerous stuff you're playing with, kid." the 
older woman said menacingly.

"Oh, don't you worry your raggedy old ass over me, 
bitch. If anything happens to me, anything at all, I 
have more than one friend who has instructions to drop 
her folder into the mailbox. It'll find its way to the 
DEA and you're toast. Literally toast." 

 "I've also prepared copies which will be sent to your 
Colombian friends. They'll be real interested to know 
that you kept such meticulous records of their 
transactions. The note I added explains that you're 
using the info to turn state's evidence and save your 
own ass. They won't like that at all... no, no.... not 
at all." 

She chuckled, then continued: "They'll find you, bitch. 
There's no place you can hide, and when they do they'll 
kill you slowly. I read about how they killed their last 
informer. She was a cunt just like you. They took her 
away to a secluded house in the country.

The book said that they kept her there for over a month, 
killing her a little at a time. Every week they'd cut 
off an arm, then a leg. After four weeks she was just a 
torso with four stumps and a head. They tied a rope in 
her hair and hung her naked in the garden for a week. 
Each day they tortured her helpless torso. They snipped 
off her clit and fried her ass. 

They had great fun watching her bounce her ass up and 
down on the hot plate. On and off. On and off, all day 
long. The next day they hooked her twat up to a car 
battery and watched her bounce around like a puppet on 
the end of a string. They covered her with shit and let 
flies swarm and crawl over her for two days while they 
laughed. The day after that they finally killed her."

Maryanne's face was white as a ghost. Her mouth was open 
and her lips were completely dry.

"W-what do you want?" she stammered, beaten.

"Everything" replied Michele, then began to laugh.

"The only thing that's keeping you alive right now is my 
desire to humiliate you for being such a bitch. If you 
don't obey me in every respect, or when I just get tired 
of you, the envelopes go in the mail. Got that, twat?"

Maryanne just shook her head, defeated. There were tears 
in her eyes.

"I said, got that twat?" Michele repeated louder and 
more menacingly.

"Yes"

"No, twat. It's yes `Mistress'. You got that?"

"Y-yes, M-mistress..."

Michele stuck her tongue in her cheek mischievously and 
looked up and down Maryanne's form. Maryanne had her 
`bitch' clothes on - high heels and power suit. Her hair 
was pulled into a tight bun. This was going to be fun...

"Strip, twat. Take off everything."

"B-but, the others are just outside!" Maryanne panicked.

"Don't worry about them. Just worry about me. Strip! 
Now!"

Maryanne slowly took off her scarf and jacket, then 
began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. She pulled 
it off and stood there in her bra and slacks.

"Hurry up!" Michele told her, exasperated. I'm gonna 
whip your ass if you make me have to tell you to hurry 
one more time."

Michele actually enjoyed watching the older woman fumble 
as she undressed. She could see how much it was 
embarrassing her and she thrilled in watching her as she 
unzipped her slacks and pushed them down. She had to 
step out of her shoes, then she pulled the slacks off 
her ankles and stood straight again.. Maryanne reached 
behind herself and released the catch on her bra. She 
let it drop to the floor revealing a fairly nice set of 
tits. Not bad for a 45 year old cunt. A little saggy, 
but not much. The aureoles were large and brown. There 
were a few freckles on her chest.

Maryanne looked at Michele for mercy, but when she found 
the younger woman staring menacingly at her she hooked 
her thumbs into her pantyhose and began pulling them 
down. She bent over and pushed them down to her feet, 
then pulled them completely off.

Without her heels on she was about Michele's height as 
she stood there now in just her white panties. She 
gulped, then grabbed the waistband and tugged them down. 
When she stepped out of them she was left standing there 
completely naked with one hand over her bush and the 
other vainly trying to cover her breasts.

"Don't get bashful with me, twat. Put your hands on top 
of your head. Wait a minute. Take those rings off, too. 
Give them to me. Now put your hands on your head."

Maryanne's body was actually in pretty good shape for 
her age. Her two nights a week doing aerobics had 
certainly helped to keep her toned but she still looked 
like she could lose about 10 pounds. All in all, though, 
not bad.

Unlike her jet-black hair, her bush had a little gray 
mixed in with it. No problem, Michele planned to shave 
her pussy and keep it that way.

"Get down on the floor, twat. On your hands and knees, 
like a real bitch."

Maryanne got down and knelt there. She couldn't look up 
at the gloating young woman but she could hear her 
chuckling."

"Look at me, twat. From now on, that's your name. twat. 
No, `smelly twat', that's better. You got it? What's 
your name?"

"smelly twat"

Michele took a step forward and slapped her face hard.

"What did you say?!"

"smelly twat.... err... smelly twat, Mistress."

"That's better."

Michele walked over and grabbed one of the bent wood 
straight back chairs that were against the wall. She put 
it right in the middle of the office and sat down on it.

"Come here, smelly twat. Lay down across my lap. I'm 
going to give you a spanking..."

Maryanne gasped but crawled forward, then got up and 
laid down across Michele's lap. Her hands touched the 
floor on one side and her legs stuck out straight on the 
other.

Michele took great pleasure in rubbing and molding her 
white asscheeks. She pinched them and laughed as she saw 
Maryanne jump and gasp. Finally she lifted her hand into 
the air and brought it down with a loud slap.

Maryanne let out a startled yelp of pain. There was a 
red handprint on her left asscheek. In spite of the 
aerobics, 45 years has to add at least a tiny bit of 
cellulite and her ass jiggled a little over the younger 
girl's lap. Laughing, Michele raised her hand back up 
and continued raining down blow after blow on the doomed 
posterior.

The sounds of the spanking could be clearly heard in the 
main office. The rest of the workers glanced at each 
other and crowded near the door. Bill tentatively opened 
the door just to make sure that nothing was seriously 
wrong and his jaw hung open as he saw his boss squirming 
naked across the lap of Michele.

The rest of the workers crowded in the doorway. Some 
were shocked, some were smiling. A couple even laughed.

"Come on in. I want you to meet someone."

Everyone began crowding into the office. Michele hadn't 
let up on the spanking one bit. In fact she seemed to be 
slapping even harder as she enjoyed the helpless 
squirmings of her bitch boss.

"I want you all to meet `smelly twat'. Say hello to the 
nice people, smelly twat."

Maryanne sobbed and managed to choke out a "hello" in 
between slaps.

I want you all to know that there's going to be some 
changes around here. From now on, I'm running the show. 
Bill, you're my assistant. Smelly twat is here for one 
reason and one reason only. To be punished.

There was a gasp from the crowd at this, and some more 
giggling. The men looked on with watering mouths. 
Maryanne was completely naked and draped over the lap of 
the fully dressed Michele. Her jiggling ass was being 
spanked to a bright shade of red while the clothes she 
had worn into the office just a short while ago were 
piled up on the floor near her briefcase. Her breasts 
flopped over the other side of Michele's legs and 
wobbled obscenely as she wiggled to try to get her ass 
away from the punishing slaps.

On and on, the spanking continued. Each blow resounding 
through the room. Maryanne was wailing and sobbing. She 
began begging for Michele to stop. A few of the others 
in the office began clapping in time with the spanks. 
Some whistled. They all jeered. 

After at least 50 hard spanks Michele stopped. Maryanne 
was squirming around and crying. Michele pushed her to 
the floor.

"Stop that sniveling, this instant!"

Maryanne tried to stop but she was hyperventilating. 
Tears streamed down her face. She held her poor ass in 
both her hands and rubbed it, trying to ease the 
burning.

While she was trying to regain her composure, Michele 
took a handful of papers and dropped them on the floor 
next to her.

"I've got stuff for you to sign, smelly twat. I've had 
papers drawn up giving sole ownership of the company to 
me. You relinquish all rights and claims by signing 
these papers. Do it!"

Maryanne hesitated just a minute, but she knew she had 
absolutely no choice. She took the pen that was handed 
to her and signed the papers turning the company over to 
Michele.

"Bob, you're a Notary. Notarize these signatures, 
please."

"My pleasure, Michele. Or should I say, boss?"

"`Michele' is just fine, but from now on I AM the 
boss..." She looked down at Maryanne and smirked.

"Very good, smelly twat, but we're not through here yet. 
In your firebox I found the deed to your house, the 
title to your car, your stock portfolio and your savings 
accounts. I want them ALL signed over to me, right now!"

Maryanne wiped tears away from her eyes with her left 
hand as her right hand signed away everything that she 
owned to Michele. Everything that she'd worked so hard 
for. She was left, literally, with nothing.

While she was signing the papers and Bob was notarizing 
them, Michele took scissors and began cutting all of 
Maryanne's clothes into small pieces, then tossed them 
into a wastebasket.

"Very good, bitch. I now own your company, your house, 
your savings and your car. You don't even own the 
clothes on your back. You have nothing!" she gloated at 
the naked woman at her feet.

"Here, I've got something for you to wear..." Michele 
produced a dog collar and fastened it around Maryanne's 
neck.

"That's the only piece of clothing you will ever wear, 
from now on. Say `Thank you Mistress'".

"T-thank you, M-mistress"

"Good!" Now I want you to crawl around here in front of 
your former employees. Wiggle your ass and bark like the 
bitch you are. Go on, do it!"

There were gasps and bursts of laughter as Maryanne 
began crawling around on the floor. She paused to put 
her head down and wiggle her ass, then said `woof! 
woof!' as she shivered in shame.

While she was occupied doing this Michele was busy 
rolling out the small cart that was against the wall. 
She had got a cart and modified it over the weekend by 
attaching clamps and eyebolts to the edges. The cart was 
metal and had four casters. The top was flat and it 
stood about 30 inches high.

"Enough, bitch." She patted the top of the cart with her 
hand. "Climb up here and lie down on your back."

Maryanne hesitantly stood up. She looked around at all 
of the laughing eyes in the room, then she turned around 
and rested her rump on the edge of the cart. She 
steadied herself with her hands and leaned back till she 
lay prone on top of the cold metal cart. Her legs 
dangled over the edge and she fidgeted to get 
comfortable.

"Don't worry about that. Move back down a bit. Let your 
ass hang over the edge too, it'll only be for a minute."

Michele took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto 
Maryanne's wrists. She pulled them over her head and 
attached them to an eyebolt on the edge of the cart so 
that her arms were fastened down above her head. She 
then took a leather cuff with a D-ring and placed it 
around Maryanne's left ankle. She pulled her ankle 
straight up into the air, then back towards the head of 
the cart. She pushed down till her knee was touching the 
top of the cart beside her head and fastened the cuff to 
the corner of the cart. Likewise she took another cuff 
and fastened her right ankle the same way, attaching it 
to the other corner of the cart. The aerobics had helped 
keep her flexible enough to bend her almost double.

By tying her arms and legs back like that, Maryanne 
found herself resting on the upper part of her back and 
shoulders. Her ass was lifted straight up into the air. 
With her legs fastened wide apart on either side of her, 
her reddened ass was the topmost part of her body. Her 
asshole winked out at the crowd with a curved asscheek 
on either side. Her cunt was just below it pointing 
slightly towards Maryanne's head. Both were completely 
exposed for everyone to see in extreme detail.

"P-please! Don't d-do this to me!" Maryanne begged. 
"Have a little decency. Please!"

"Shut up, cunt. The only sounds I want to hear out of 
that slit in your face are moans. Start moaning. Like 
you were in the throes of deep orgasm!" Michele laughed 
and a couple of the office girls giggled. She slapped 
Maryanne's upturned ass hard "I said let's go! Now, 
bitch!"

Maryanne began moaning as she sobbed. She tried moving 
around a little in her confinement but it did nothing 
more than wiggle her ass some more. While she was doing 
this Michele got some scissors and began trimming back 
her pubic bush. When Maryanne paused and gasped at what 
was happening Michele slapped her again on her helpless 
ass, leaving a dark handprint on the already pink 
assflesh.

"Don't stop. They love it! Don't you guys?"

"Yeah! Sure! The bitch is getting what she deserves!..."

Maryanne didn't have a single supporter in the room. On 
the contrary, they all seemed to revel in her 
debasement.

Michele finished trimming then took a razor and some 
cream. She quickly scraped away every hair from around 
Maryanne's cunt, even taking the time to get at the 
little hairs in the gully of her ass.

When she was finished she invited each of the employees 
to feel Maryanne's ass and smooth cunt. The men jumped 
at the chance! Even the women obliged and Michele 
noticed with satisfaction that it was the women who were 
more inclined to pinch her cunt lips cruelly or give 
little slaps to her already red ass. Maryanne had been 
worse to the women in her office and now they were 
getting their revenge!

"Well now, smelly twat, you look pretty good up there! 
That's where you belong and, by God, that's where you're 
going to stay! Just like that, all day, every day. We'll 
let you down at lunchtime for a short while but then 
it's right back up on the cart again. On display for 
everybody to see!"

"Sandi, I've got a special assignment for you."

Sandi was the youngest girl in the office. She tore her 
eyes away from the naked form before her to look at 
Michele.

"Smelly twat is going to be spending every night in this 
office. Every morning from now on, after everyone's 
arrived, I want you to make sure she's all cleaned up. 
You will unfasten her from the table. You will clip this 
leash on her and make her crawl into the bathroom. You 
will supervise her as she goes to the bathroom and make 
sure she cleans herself. You will also make sure that 
she shaves her pussy and ass each morning. I don't want 
to find any stubble when I spank her. You got that?"

"Uh... I guess...."

"Don't guess. Do it! You wouldn't want to trade places 
with smelly twat, would you?"

Sandi gasped. She looked back at her former boss on the 
cart and shuddered! How could Maryanne bear the 
incredible shame of being bound that way for all to see? 
On display to everybody! Spanked and tied with her 
reddened ass up in the air! No, Sandi didn't want to 
wind up like that. She could never bear the shame...

"Ummm. Yes. I'll do it. I don't mind coming in early."

"Good."

Michele had been lightly rubbing Maryanne's ass while 
she spoke. Now she took her middle finger and slowly 
inserted it into Maryanne's gaping asshole.

"Unnnnghhh!" Maryanne moaned and twisted.

"That's what I like to hear! You're going to be kept 
tied like this all day, every day, but you're not going 
to be bored! You're going to be kept squirming like this 
all day long!" Michele slowly pulled her finger out, 
then slapped her ass twice. She then reinserted her 
finger and began jiggling it up and down, just a little.

"We're gonna do this in shifts. Every hour someone's 
going to have the responsibility for teasing you up. 
You'll be kept ever so close to orgasm. When you get too 
close we'll stop and watch you wiggle for a while. Then 
it's back up to the edge! To make things even more 
interesting I bought you a little friend."

Michele took out a large vibrating dildo. She teased it 
around Maryanne's clit a bit then inserted it in her 
gaping cunt. She stuffed it in as far as it would go, 
then switched it on. The buzzing made Maryanne start to 
buck in her bonds. She groaned and couldn't help 
thrashing her head from side to side and moaning. It 
went for a minute, then turned off.

"There's a timer built into this vibrator. It stays on 
for a minute, then off for three, back on for a minute, 
off for three...It'll cycle like that forever or until 
the batteries wear out. Another one of Sandi's chores 
will be to put fresh batteries into the vibrator every 
morning.

Just then the vibrator clicked on again and they all 
watched and laughed as Maryanne began moaning and 
bucking again. Just as before, it shut off after a 
minute. Maryanne was left sweating and whimpering. It 
was amazing but they could actually see the sphincter of 
her asshole opening and closing as if it were gulping 
for air! Poor Maryanne! 

Was it really only an hour ago that she had walked into 
the office so imperiously, looking to ream out Michele? 
At that time she was the boss, a millionaire, with the 
whole world in her hand... <click!> the vibrator turned 
back on again and the moans were like music to Michele's 
ears!

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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