Enslaved by my Daughter

Enslaved by my Daughter – part 9

Oh my God, afternoon already. I had worked through my lunch and I was beginning to get my head back into my clients and their needs. And I certainly had no appetite anyway. But soon, too soon, it was time for my appointment with Sarai. Should I call her “Miss” Sarai, was that part of my new rules, would I be punished if I only used her first name? I had no idea what to, or not to, do when Miss Lauren stuck her head in the door and announced, “Ms. Ozturk is here for you”. A deep breath or two, oh God what would I do now, what would I say to my old friend and client . . . ?

Sarai stepped into my office and as usual she looked stunning. I looked up from my seat behind my desk shyly, knowing I would have to stand up and go to greet her with a hug as usual. I took a deep breath and stood, then stepped around my desk and over to where she was standing. As I approached her she looked me up and down and I saw her eyes widen a bit with surprise. But as I came close she smiled and hugged me tight saying, hello dear Cassie, it’s so good to see you”. She is about 5 foot 4 or 5 and wears high heels, but with my 5 foot 11 inch height and those horrible 7 inch stilettos I towered over her. I was always taller of course, but now she had to crane her neck to look up at my face. And worse, her tight, lasting return of my perfunctory hug pressed her lovely face right into my bra-less breasts. I felt myself flush with shame . . . what did my old friend think of me?

I kept waiting for Miss Lauren to leave my office so Sarai and I could get on with our business, but she didn’t, she stood there watching me. Then Sarai stepped back a few steps and again looked me up and down, then said, “turn around Cassie, let me see you”. I flushed with embarrassment again, but I noticed Miss Lauren’s hard look, and I remembered that she was “watching me” on Miss Carrie’s behalf. I had no choice and no sensible reason to refuse my old friend’s request, so I turned around slowly. “Let her get a look”, I thought. As I turned back to face her Sarai smiled widely and said, “so you have a new look Cassie (not a question really) . . . well I LIKE it, it makes you so sexy”! Then she asked me, “and what do you think Cassie”? I didn’t know what to say, but in any case Miss Lauren immediately spoke up. “She feels it expresses who she really is better than her old, conservative look, but she’s a little shy about it so she asked ME to tell you Ms. Ozturk.” I just looked at the floor, humiliated.

I finally spoke, saying, “Well Sarai, why don’t we get started reviewing the contracts for that business you’re buying”. But Sarai said, “oh Cassie, it’s been so long, let’s sit for a minute, let me take another good look at you”. I started to go around my desk to sit behind it, but Lauren blocked my way and said to me, “no, you sit there”, pointing to a low easy chair. In addition to my desk I have a low, padded sofa and chair in my office. Sarai sat down on the sofa across from me. I saw her looking me over again, this time with a bit of a gleam in her eye. She started with my face and slowly, very slowly ran her eyes down past my breasts (which felt to me so exposed I thought they might as well be naked) down to my feet. Those awful stilettos forced me to sit with my knees up high in front of me. I saw Sarai’s gaze pause when it reached the point of my knees. In the position I was sitting in that low chair it was hard to keep my knees together and my skirt had ridden up close to my crotch. I realized she was staring between my legs! And then I thought, “oh my God, she can see the metal of my chastity belt”, and I struggled to bring my knees together and pull my skirt down . . . but it was futile. I felt my face burning with shame.

We sat there in silence for several minutes. I looked up from time to time and saw her staring . . . and smiling, and I flushed with humiliation each time. Once I looked over at Miss Lauren leaning against my desk. She was smirking and she winked at me! I felt even worse than when I met Sarai’s lusty stare. Finally Sarai said to me, “O.K. Cassie, I’ve been teasing you. But I DO think you look really, really sexy, I think you’ve improved your ‘look’ now that you’re not being so conservative. But we do need to get down to business, don’t we?”

I replied, “yes we have a lot to do”, and we both moved over to the small table in my office and settled down to it. Lauren said, “if you need anything just let me know”, smiled, and went back to her own desk (finally). Somehow with her out of my office I felt a lessening of the pressure and stress I had been feeling until now. I got my head into things and we got down to work. We spent several hours, resolved some difficult contract issues, and finally finished after 6 o’clock. Some of the office staff had already left for the day. I felt good, my mind was still the old Cassandra Walker’s mind, sharp as ever. For a short time I had almost forgotten my new situation . . . almost . . . then Miss Lauren stepped into the office and said, “a call for you Ms. Ozturk, you can take it in here if you like”, nodding towards my desk. “That’s fine Lauren, thank you” she replied and stepped over to my desk to take the call. What I heard then snapped me back to who I really was NOW, and chilled me . . .

Sarai replied to the caller, “why hello Carrie, what a nice surprise to hear from you”. Oh my god, what would Miss Carrie tell her I wondered as my heart began thumping wildly. Was my old life to be over as soon as it began again? But the conversation seemed innocuous from the one side of it I heard until . . . “why of course, and Friday will be perfect . . . of course I’ll bring Sima, you’ll be surprised at how she’s grown”, Sarai said into the phone. Then, “of course Carrie, goodbye now, until Friday evening”. She turned to me and smiled, saying, “it was so nice of you and Carrie to invite us over Friday evening. I don’t think we had much chance to catch up on my last visit to the States, and you’ll be surprised to see how little Sima has grown, she just turned 15 and she’s already so much more beautiful than I am”. I was stunned, I’m sure I just stared, open-mouthed, speechless. Over for dinner? Friday? And with Sima, her young daughter. I hadn’t seen her for years, since was a mere child.

My mind was fragmented by thoughts of “Friday”! What would it be like? What would Miss Carrie make me do? Would I have to wear my regular “at-home” uniform? Oh I hoped not, but I probably wouldn’t know until Friday came. Whatever happened I was sure it would be most humiliating for me. So be it . . . it was what it was . . . and I was what I was as well; I knew that. Sarai and I finished up our business, but it wasn’t easy for me to concentrate now. I knew I was making mistakes in my notes, and after Sarai left I would need to go over them and correct them. This was just NOT “the old” Cassandra Walker! But perhaps it WAS the “new one”? Finally Sarai said to me, “well Cassie, I’ll leave you to it, I know you still have a lot of work on this”. As she walked out my office door she paused and turned, giving me a “smirky” smile and winking at me. I spent the rest of the afternoon getting her work organized. A year ago this would have taken me an hour or so, but now . . . too many doubts about myself, too many thoughts of “Friday” forcing their way into my mind. As it was I spent most of the afternoon on what should have taken me no more than an hour, hour and a half at most.

I realized it was almost time for me to go home, and surprisingly I wanted to do just that. At least there with Miss Carrie or Miss Hilary, my role was clear, I didn’t need to think, only act as I was instructed to act. It was so easy for me. Often painful, often humiliating, but so, so simple. I had wanted so badly to go back to my career, and now that I had gone back, I felt inadequate. I HAD changed! Lauren strode into my office surprising me, I thought she had gone home. But she reminded me of my appointment with Samantha. Oh, I hadn’t forgotten, that’s for sure. Now I would meet with Samantha, my long-time rival in the firm. And I wasn’t even sure what the meeting was supposed to be about since I had simply been instructed to do it. Then she stepped up to my desk, picked up my phone and dialed. “Hi Samantha----yes, she’s waiting for you----oh, any time you want to I suppose----and you’ll call her when you get here?----oh, good, you already have the number----well, see you tomorrow.” Then she said to me, “well I’m leaving now. You and Samantha are the last ones in the office, so be sure you lock up if you are the last to leave.” Samantha and I ALONE!? That frightened me, and I said, “oh Laur . . . I’m sorry I meant ‘Miss Lauren’ . . . please don’t leave me here alone”. She snapped back, “you aren’t alone you stupid slut, Samantha’s here”! She leaned across my desk and gave me a hard slap across the face then turned and walked out. I sat there stunned, my mouth hanging open, my cheek burning.

Just as I heard the outer door of our firm’s office suite close Samantha walked into my office. She walked right up to my desk, then picked up and dialed my phone. As soon as she finished dialing, and I heard, “hi----yes, she’s right here in front of me----yes, her office not mine----sure, I’ll put it on speaker”. Then she handed her phone to me and said, “I think this is for you”. Still stunned from that hard slap and puzzled, I took the phone from her not understanding anything. When I put the phone to my ear I heard Miss Carrie’s voice . . . “Hello slut-mom. I’m sure you haven’t figured this out yet, you’ve become so stupid, but Samantha is now your superior as well as Lauren. You will make certain you ALWAYS address her as MISS Samantha, in business meetings, in front of clients, in front of the other partners, ALWAYS. And you will obey any instructions or orders she gives you immediately, ANYTHING she tells you, you will do, do you understand?” I was still stunned, now even more so. I hated Samantha, absolutely HATED her. She was always a career rival, and since I had made partner ahead of her she had hated me even more than I hated her. And now . . . I couldn’t let myself think of it. I said softly into the speaker, “yes Miss Carrie”. Then Carrie spoke . . . “You heard that Samantha, right? If she ever even hesitates, you let me know and I can assure she will never hesitate again.”

Samantha said, “goodbye Carrie, and thank you so much for this”, then pushed the phone’s “off” button. She leaned across my desk, put her hand under my chin and lifted my head so I couldn’t avoid eye contact (which at this point I did NOT want, not with HER). She smiled broadly at me, a sweet smile really, but her eyes were hard and cold as ice. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me aren’t you Cassie”, she said. It wasn’t a question, she knew I must do as Miss Carrie had instructed me. “Now let’s see if you can be a good little slut for me”, she said, “stand up and strip”. I must have hesitated, Samantha my hated business rival giving me orders like that, it was something I was hard time getting into my head. I hadn’t intended to delay, I was just slow to adjust, but she leaned across my desk and gave me a very hard slap across my face saying, “I meant NOW, you useless bitch”. My eyes teared up immediately, but my hands got to work unbuttoning my blouse. “You don’t have to cry about it, you slut, you just need to get used to it”, she said to me smirking as I rushed to pull off my blouse and skirt. She had me frightened . . . I was disgusted with myself! Now I stood there, in front of Samantha naked except for my hose and stiletto heels. She eyed me up and down, smiled, and said, “well you may be just a dumb cunt, but you DO have a hot body”. And she leaned across my desk and flicked my now exposed chastity belt with her fingernail. She did this right over my clit, and just that tiny, tiny bit of vibration got me going. She smiled and said, “I see you can’t keep your hands off yourself can you slut?”

I was blushing with shame as she ordered, “on your knees and under your desk you stupid whore”. Now tears of humiliation dribbled down my cheeks and I sniffled . . . but I did as she told me. Once I was crouched uncomfortably under there she sat down in my chair and slid up to the desk. “Don’t let me have to tell you what to do now slut”, she said as she gripped my hair and pulled my face up under her dress and right against her pussy. She was wearing no panties, and I wondered if she normally came to the office that way or if she had removed them just before she came to see me. It didn’t really matter though, almost by reflex my tongue began to lick and probe her. I heard her moan softly and tighten her thighs around my face, even as she pulled my face tighter against her. It was only a moment before I felt her thigh muscles begin a tell-tale shuddering and then suddenly she orgasmed, and again, gushing right in my face. I kept licking and lapping, I had been trained, I knew what must be done. Samantha must have orgasmed 4 or 5 times as I licked and probed at her . . . I was almost proud of my performance. Then she relaxed her legs and rolled the chair back, saying, “all right slut, come out from under there, but stay on your knees”. I crawled slowly out on hands and knees and around to the front of my desk where Samantha stood, smiling down at me. She had something in her hand.

No, she wasn’t yet finished with me yet. She bent down to my face and worked a very large ring gag into my mouth, painfully stretching my jaws, and strapped it in tightly. In the back of my mind I must have known what was coming, but I didn’t let myself recognize it. Then she stepped across my face straddling it, and moved her feet closer together, bracing against the back of my shoulders with the back of her thighs, and forcing me to arch my head far back. That required me to shuffle my knees to the sides until my kneeling legs were spread apart. She looked down at me and smiled as she said, “you look thirsty Cassie, how about a nice drink”. She grabbed my hair at the top of my head forcing it down and back even further, raised her dress, and pulled my wide open mouth against her warm, wet pussy. I had to deal with what was coming now, I couldn’t avoid thinking about it any longer. Her warm, rank stream splashed against the back of my throat and I coughed and choked. But I had been trained for this too, so I gulped and swallowed all she had to give me. But . . . Samantha . . . the woman I positively hated, my rival at work, the woman I had beaten to a partnership and gloated over it! Now I was on my knees for her drinking her urine. It was a devastating blow to my psyche. I had done this for Carrie and Hilary of course, and then my mother, aunt and two sisters and finally my office assistant (I guess she’s really more than that now) Lauren . . . but SAMANTHA! I know this is all at Miss Carrie’s direction, and I know her intent is to humiliate and eventually destroy me, but doing this with Samantha is one of the worst things for me. I suppose that’s why she did it!

Finally Samantha was done with me. She unfastened the gag straps and took it out. My jaw muscles ached and burned like fire from being spread and stretched as they were. I couldn’t even close my mouth right away. Samantha walked over to my desk and I shakily rose to my feet and turned to see what she would do. She opened a drawer and started throwing the contents out onto the floor. I opened my mouth to say something, to stop her, but then I thought better of it. She looked at me and said, “this drawer will be our little private toy box from now on, my little slut”, then she dropped the ring gag harness into the drawer and closed it. She was done with me now. She straightened her dress, shook her hair out, and turned and walked away without another word. I stood there stunned, my mind empty. I don’t know how long I stood there, but after a time I heard the outer door of our offices close and I knew she had left.

I was more than stunned, I was feeling more humiliated than ever before in my entire life, I was feeling completely helpless . . . defeated. I don’t know how long it took me to dress myself again and fumble the things Samantha had thrown out of my desk onto the floor back into a different drawer. Why didn’t I defy her, throw that gag away and put my things where they had been? It crossed my mind briefly, but I knew I wasn’t capable of it any more. I had become someone, something “different”. I didn’t like it, not at all. But I understood and accepted the inevitability of it.

It was late, I looked at my watch in fright. What if Miss Carrie was angry with me? But she must have known what would happen after she spoke to us on the phone. I just hoped I was right. I wanted to get home, I was in a hurry. I needed rest, sleep and I hoped I would be allowed some tonight . . . I never knew what Miss Carrie had planned for me. I left the office and locked up behind me. I was exhausted as I slowly walked out, to the elevators down to the parking garage . . .

To be continued . . .