Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters At Law

John Black had just won a major class action case and was bent on starting a law firm of his own in the heart of San Francisco with his three and one half million dollar settlement check. As a founding partner of a successful new outfit that he could make a great deal more money than if he was merely an un-named partner at an established firm. And he could manage his own time and activities without interference. He was a good planner and a good salesman eventually convincing Josh Bergman and Sam Buchanan, close associates over the past eight years, to join him.

All three lawyers had expensive tastes and had yet to link up romantically with only one girl despite the fact that they were all in their late thirties. They had seen each other in social situations and knew they each had a dark secret sex life full of fun and kink; mostly kinky fun. John was the one to suggest that perhaps they could combine business with pleasure if they selected their office staff carefully. All were in favor and said yea.

Wanting to avoid any direct connection with the recruiting process, John also suggest that the partners bring on board, as their first non-legal professional hire, a friend from his former firm who actually was a weekend dominatrix in her spare time. It was agreed and John made the pitch to Joan Myers who thought the idea of recruiting bright, young, hard working, girls as legal secretaries, paralegals, and newly minted lawyers would be a challenge but then training some of them as full-time submissives would be both pleasurable and amusing. Joan was also to be responsible for the entire operational arm of Black, Bergman, & Buchanan, Attorneys at Law who would specialize in white collar defense work and class action litigation. Joan clearly bought in to the secondary, but important, sexual side action of the firm.

The men had pooled almost 10 million dollars in start up money and began to spend it on impressive office space and furnishings. They decided not to take a salary for one full year and to plow the money they made back into the firm. Their recruits would be paid generously, well over the norm, for their areas of responsibility, especially those whom they found to be most likely to gratify their sexual needs.

The partners and Joan all were outfitted in corner offices. These offices had high ceilings, were thoroughly soundproofed, were equipped with custom made Murphy Beds behind cherry paneling, and were elegantly and professionally decorated to their own taste. Each of the four private offices had a full and opulently appointed bathroom.

The partners offices were located behind a private and personalized reception area where their personal secretary was visible and provided gate keeping duties. Joan was given the same accommodations as the partners, including a private secretary. The pool secretaries and other office staff were hidden off in their own special, and well equipped, spaces.

The partners initially were active attracting new clients and attending to the normal matters of a start up law firm. Joan, for her part, was busy as she could be recruiting the best, brightest, and most wonderfully attractive girls she could find to fill the staff roster. With the signing bonus money she was offering, and her previous contacts, she was having great success.

It was decided that the partners would each interview the candidates Joan had selected as potential personal secretaries for the partners. The issue for the partners wasn’t whether the girls were attractive or talented enough but how they would actually make a selection among the girls. In the end, it was decided that the top candidates would be allocated by a drawing. John drew Ann, Josh got Abby and, Sam picked up Suzie. The partners were all exceptionally satisfied and none felt the least bit cheated by their draw. Joan kept Maxine for herself.

The paralegals were all women and were very easy on the eyes. The other office staff were a blend of genders and no one was overworked in the early stages of their employment; they had plenty of time to get to know each other and find out about their own special kinks and quirks.

Joan had pre-interviewed each female candidate for employment on the phone and had given them “the subtle word” regarding the special needs of the partners at B, B & B. When she was satisfied with their resume and photo, she invited them in for a more in-depth interview.

Each girl was told to wear fashionable high heels, no hose, a waist cincher tightened to 21 inches and a provocative slinky dress. They all knew what they were getting into before they agreed to be interviewed in person; total submission 24/7; but the pay was phenomenal - three times what they would be getting at any other firm or even at a modeling agency. And, the signing bonus was going to be awesome. As each young woman came to Joan’s’ office, the door was closed and the girl was told to drop the dress and stand for inspection.

And then there were the rules. Each candidate signed an employment contract which stated that, they were not being intimidated or coerced but agreed to be completely submissive to the partners and Joan herself. They would be honest, candid, forthright, and direct in all their dealings and that they would also submit to the punishments and humiliations which the partners might feel justified for infractions or unsatisfactory performance. They also agreed not to sue the firm or partners for any issue related to their employment at B, B & B.

Maxine, Joan’s personal assistant, was rather small in contrast to the girls selected by the partners, but she was tightly built and a knock-out looker.

Joan got her jollies by spanking Maxine, over her knee, each Friday just about quitting time. While Joan’s office was well sound proofed, the other girls could tell that Maxine had undergone some wicked punishment because she was disheveled and had puffy eyes when she finally emerged from her “session” with Joan. She confided to Ann, John’s private secretary, that by the time she had stripped naked and Joan was finished spanking her ass, under the pretext of some imagined infraction or performance matter earlier during the week, she was ready for anything.

For her part, Ann confided to Maxine that John was a man of very perverse inclinations. On many occasions he called her on the intercom and told her to remove her panties right at her desk and to sit on her bare ass until he told her otherwise. Later in the day he would call her and tell her to bring him the panties she had removed and to hold up her dress so he could inspect “the goods” as he called her cunt and ass.

“Only last week he pulled a dandy on me,” she said. “You know how the offices for the private secretaries were designed don’t you? Well, now I know why. We each sit in a wide open space about twenty by twenty four feet. One whole interior wall is glass and in the middle of the glass panel is a high, double door with the firms logo etched in the glass. Anyone in the hallway can see what is going on behind the glass. In my case, John has my desk backed up against the paneled wall of his office so I can just scoot into his office without wasted steps. Now you get the idea of what he was trying to do with my head when he orders me to take my panties off at my desk. I mean anyone just passing by could see the side of my desk and my chair. I was very self conscious.

“On one occasion,” she said, “he closed the door to his office and had me bend over his desk with my legs spread and my dress high over my back. He gave me a few swats on the ass and then dropped his pants. He slid his engorged cock up and down my ass crack until he came, full force, up my back. He wiped me off casually with a towel he got from his bathroom but it was unnerving to say the least. One of these days he’s going to bugger me, I’m just certain of it. Before he let me leave his office, he made me check to see if I was turned on by the episode, and truth be told, I was indeed was very wet. The whole incident reminded me of the part in the movie ‘The Secretary’ with James Spader.

“But, let me tell you the best part,” Ann said. “Just yesterday he had me come into his office and he showed me the darndest contraption I’d ever seen. It was a gadget which he wanted me to wear instead of underpants. He said the item would allow me to wear tight skirts with our showing any panty lines. The thing was shaped like a curved “C”, wide at the front end, maybe two inches across and three inches deep. Then it tapered to a pencil thin finger until it reached the other end. The wide end was covered in soft cloth and was stiff and fit snuggly over my cunt and patch. The other was made of a covered spring-like material and went through my legs and up my ass crack like a thong to just about my coccyx. The wrapper said the thing was washable.

“He made me try it on right in front of him. It does work and it’s kinda sexy. He called it my ‘cunt clip-on’. That has a snappy sound to it, huh? But it really feels funny after wearing panties over your hips all your life. He wouldn’t give my panties back but gave me two dozen of these contraptions, all in different colors, and told me to wear one each day, while I work for him. If I need more he told me he would get them for me. It sure is an easy on, and easy off, proposition and you don’t have to wiggle out of anything. I’m sure it could even be worn confidentially with a tampon during your period too. Before you know it, all the girls around here will be required to wear them.”

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Fairly early in her recruiting scheme, Joan had completed a list of Submissive Rules. The rules were put together to spell out in detail what she needed to be looking for in a prospective hire. Further, each girl identified as a potential “Special Girl” was expected to read the rules and swear, in writing, that she would abide by them. The rules included specific details on the ‘Twelve Unspoken Submissive Commandments’ of B, B &B:

Compliance, courtesy, discretion, fitness, honesty, humility, poise, serenity, stoicism, pride, respect, and trust.

Actually, Joan felt these attributes all needed to be a genuine part of a girls natural inclinations and personality because if she needed to be trained to adapt to these rules the girl would not be a satisfied or satisfactory submissive anywhere.

Clients were soon seeking out the firm for one reason or another. The partners weren’t sure if the interest level stemmed from their previous stellar legal accomplishments or the fact that the firm had a lot of fantastic faces and out-of-this-world bodies. And, it really didn’t matter to them as long as the business came their way.

Their work began to center around the legal problems of very wealthy people, who had been charged with some federal, white collar, crime. Josh was the first partner to land a really big dollar client who had been charged with the serious crimes of conspiracy, bank fraud, and money laundering.. Josh knew that with a few younger attorneys that he could out-lawyer the government and get a sizable fee in the process.

He hired three young, but qualified and seasoned attorneys from other firms specifically to handle the complexities of his new case. Joan had personally recruited Sally Parker, Esquire, to whom she had been introduced by a local, full-time, professional dominant. Sally gave off all the right signals and Josh hired her and gave her a special office near to his.

The trial was going to be many months off which would give the team lots of time to learn how to work together and to do all of the pre-trial briefings, counter-briefings, and depositions; some of which would require days of work out of the office in Los Angeles. Josh would bring Abby along with him for sure, and as prudence allowed, would get Sally involved in the out-of-town activities as well.

Josh had already started his own brand of personal submissive training of Abby. She had been ordered to stand naked and immobile before him, in his office, for almost an hour on several occasions. He was enamored with her well muscled, yet curvaceous, legs and her hard central core. Her tits sat high and firm on her chest. She apparently was a willing student because when he finally rose to kiss her, she melted in his arms and proved to his satisfaction to be a proficient French kisser.

He and given her several hundred dollars to shop for various pieces of bdsm gear, of her choice, at a local sex shop. Her selection of whips, clips, blindfolds, bindings, hoods, and collars, pleased him and he concluded, by her demeanor, that she was not adverse to them being used on her.

Josh began a nightly ritual; Abby would come into his office just before he went home and stand spread and blindfolded, in heels before him while his hands roamed over her fabulous and naked body. He could feel the muscles tense up in her, but he would not let her move while he pinched her nipples and sank his fingers into her slippery cunt as she moaned; she always looked him in the eyes and moaned in the heat of passion.

He was fond of seeing her with her hands behind her back grasping her elbows. The position pulled her tits forward so he could play with her nipples with one hand while he spanked her firm, tight, ass with the other. Before she left him, he would sink his cock in her lovely mouth and in seconds would stream his cum into her throat. She loved every minute of it and relived the moments in her own bedroom with her hands burning urgently on her engorged clit until she climaxed over and over again.

It didn’t take Josh long to become conscious of the fact that Abby was a pain slut and that she was in love with him. And, it didn’t take Abby long to realize that sex with Josh was as intense and satisfying as any she had previously. She longed for him to fuck her “properly” and Abby went about putting in place a setting which would surly get her fucked if she was ever going to be fucked by him.

Abby knew that Josh would be returning to the office late after a business dinner and she would be there to greet him in the most enticing way she knew. She had earlier purchased a highly tooled, two inch wide, leather flogger and set of Velcro sheets with four Velcro cuffs. When she got the chance after he left for his appointment, she placed the flogger on his desk, pulled the Murphy bed from its hiding place, and set the sheet in place before laying on it face up.

She attached the Velcro ankle cuffs so that her legs were held wide apart to the bottom corners of the bed. She elevated her hips on a pillow, inserted a cock gag in her mouth, and placed a very suggestive note between her legs. Then she slipped a blindfold over her eyes and secured her wrists over her head to opposite sides of the bed. When she pulled against the Velcro she realized that without assistance she could not extricate herself from her position.

After some hours had gone by, she realized she couldn’t be sure that Josh would even come back to the office which made Abby nervous. She hadn’t thought that possibility through clearly before she was secure in her naked and vulnerable bondage. Her cunt juices began to flow more freely with each agonizing moment.

“Sir, I want to be you sex slave tonight,” the note said. “I am here of my free will and willingly and wholeheartedly desire to carry out every order you give me. Have your way with me, Sir, I am yours to use and abuse.” It was signed, “Your obedient and Submissive Sex Slave for the night, Abby.”

As he opened the door to his office, Josh saw Abby’s body tense up as the heavy door swung open. And he felt his cock jolt to attention at the sight of the very well proportioned Abby Jacobs laying in exposed and defenseless bondage before him.

He could smell her sharp, feminine, scent from across the room. He could see her nipples which were as tight as they would ever be. He could hear her breathing which he knew was deeply labored and erotic. He knew if he touched her with his hands she would cum.

“Don’t move a muscle or make a sound!” he ordered. He didn’t want to break the mood by using his voice any more than necessary. He grabbed her right wrist, pulled it free of the Velcro, and snapped it sharply back down on the bed several inches closer to the corner. He did the same with her left arm which stretched her more tightly than she had been before. Then he left her and removed his clothing and laid it all on his new leather chair.

His cock was at full mast as he climbed on the bed and stood straddling her waist with flogger in hand. He felt the power of the situation she had arranged and he wanted to add an additional element of fear. He took his time letting the flogger slither across her tits and flicking it across her distended nipples. He let it slide down her belly to her cunt which was perfectly shaved and smooth. He turned the flogger sideways so it slipped smoothly between her widely slit labia.

Josh saw Abby tighten her muscles perceptibly when the flogger touched her clit. To let her know she had disobeyed his order not to move, he pulled the whip back and smacked her each of her tits harshly. She groaned deeply at the pain from within her gag. He hit her severely again and she got the message that time.

At that point, he began a light drum beat with the flogger all over her body; nipples, core, cunt, thighs, up and down until she was a fine shade of pink and sweating the sweat of a fully gratified pain slut. Her cunt juices were flowing onto the new sheets as unmistakable evidence of her state of arousal.

She knew she had disobeyed him and knew that his punishment was justified. But, she could feel the whip pulling an orgasm out of her each time he hit her clit. She knew she would not be able to control herself once the clitoral energy reached a point of critical mass even though she had been told not to move. He knew that as well and just kept slapping her with a special emphasis on her now pounding clit.

She did soon cum in rolls of rapture that made her muscles ripple and her cunt jolt in a swells of ecstasy. With that, he stroked her core and tits again until they were bright red. Then he did a military push-up over her body and slid his cock into her roughly. He wanted to fuck her without touching her more than he had to. She was still a pulsing mass of cunt muscle and she moved her hips up to meet him as best as she could. He came in a torrent and she could feel the warmth and force of his jism as it entered deeply into her.

Josh remained in her and finally let his body crush down on her. He pushed his own body down onto into her thighs and tits; the thighs and tits he had worked over so thoroughly with the whip she had provided him. He was controlling her and she was enjoying every minute of her submission. She massaged his cock with her cunt muscles and he knew what she wanted and needed.

Josh, reached behind Amy and removed her cock gag so she could speak.

“You must tell me what you want, slave. What do you want to say to me, slut? What do you want me to do with you?

“Sir, I want to be you personal secretary, your mistress, your slave. I want you to punish me, hurt me, and do anything you want to me. I think, I even want you to love me, Sir. But, just for now Sir, I want you to use my body while I’m stretched tightly for you; just fuck me again Sir, please!” And he did.

When he was able to regain his post coital composure, he removed the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and retrieved a blanket. Before he dozed off again, he said “Abby, I love to look at your naked body; it’s the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. And I love the way you fuck. I want to fuck you for the rest of my life. I want you as my submissive, sex slave, forever not just for tonight….”