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Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Chain of Command | Restructured Management

 


"You taste absolutely divine, little one." Katherine's breath is a gentle caress, her lips hovering above yours before claiming them again.  Slick with gloss, she paints your mouth a different color as she deepens the kiss.  She pulls back, tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you whimper with need.


“I…aaah…mmm…”  is all you can manage as her hands glide over the soft, pliant curves of your reshaped body.  Her touch greedily explores every dip and swell, her fuller figure pressing against you as heat pools between your thighs.  “No need to speak, slut,” she murmurs, her sultry voice thick with authority.  “Words are for bosses.  You’re the help now.”  Her teeth graze your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.  “Nod if you understand.”


You obey, eyes glassy and head foggy with desire.  She rewards you with another kiss.


“Good bitch.”


Her intoxicating jasmine perfume lingers as her fingers find the void between your thighs.  It was the first thing you noticed when she started working for you.  The teasing scent lingered in the air long after she left the room.  Now it clings to you just like the uniform she dressed you in.  Glossy black heels, whisper-thin stockings, and the scandalously short black dress that gives so much away.  You are her creation now; from the strokes of lipstick on your lips to the buckles on your heels.


She had noticed how much you loved her in that uniform.  She also quickly realized that you didn’t simply want her…you wanted to wear the uniform like her.


So you didn’t ask any questions when she left a pink pill on your desk before she started working.  You didn’t hesitate, you knew what it was for.  When she returned to your office, she found no resistance.  Only a pliant, eager doll in place of the man she worked for.  


She wrapped that doll in a silk uniform and put her to work.  Your weekend was a getaway from your normal and it became easy to fall under her command.  


But now, her fingers tease your zipper down, nails tracing your spine.  


“I like you better as my assistant,” she murmurs, lips curling against your throat.  “You’re simply too delicious to let go.  But that means I’ll need a new client…”  Her hand slips lower, possessively touching your new pussy.  “Don’t worry, pet.  Once I’ve taught you to please me, pleasing men will be effortless.”


You offer no rebuttal to her new change in the dynamics between you.  She’s the boss, after all.


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