Tuesday, May 31, 2016

HER POSITION IN THE INDUSTRY by Araman

John Forsyte was nothing if not a creature of habit. Set in his ways he had a daily routine that was legendary within his office at Forsyte Holdings. From 10:00 to 11:00 was private time where he enjoyed his second cup of morning coffee, perused the reports his research staff had prepared for him, and received the personal ministrations of his PA or his secretary, or both if he was feeling particularly randy that morning. 1:00 to 3:00 was a business lunch either with friends or colleagues, and dinner at the club was at 7:00. He usually retired to the private penthouse apartment he maintained in the city for weekdays by 10:00 PM and weekends were spent either in his palatial home in the Hamptons or aboard his private yacht.
So it was with no small measure of annoyance and discomfort when his assistant announced his “10:00 appointment” precisely at 10:00 AM and in place of the usual cup of coffee ushered in a very attractive young woman dressed in a navy blue pinstripe skirt with somewhat risqué black heels and a white silk blouse displaying an impressive pair of breasts. He knew he had no 10:00 appointment, nor had he since opening Forsyte Holdings many years in the past, and both his PA and secretary would be unlikely to risk his wrath in making one for him. So it was with no little interest that he considered the girl in front of him, one Jane Gray, who appeared to be no more than twenty-five.
For her part she was quietly, if not visibly, impressed by the encounter. The office was large but not over large and had a masculine air of old money that was probably intentional. The walls and furnishings were the finest imported mahogany, the upholstery buttery soft leather, the desk large and imposing. But even more impressive and imposing was the occupant himself. John Forsyte was perhaps fifty-five but looked forty. The bespoke tailored suit fit him like a second skin and the close cropped hair, graying slightly, enhanced the air of command and power that radiated outward from his presence. He appeared, if anything, a bit bemused by the encounter which she had specifically set for 10:00 strictly to disorient him.
After the usual pleasantries were exchanged, Mr. Forsyte being if nothing else a gentleman, he drove directly to the point.
“What can I do you for Miss Gray” he asked?
“I prefer Ms. please Mr. Forsyte” she responded. “It is about the proposal I had approved by your research department. I understand that it was approved by all your staff but then you yourself blocked signing the contract. I thought maybe you would be willing to reconsider if we discussed the issue personally.”
“I see very little to reconsider Miss Gray” he responded “I have my own research department as you know and $10,000 per month for your little research paper seems a trifle high, especially as I found the information outdated and mostly a retelling of readily available press releases. Frankly I was a bit surprised my staff even forwarded the proposal to me to in the first place although perhaps given your undoubted charms they may be forgiven.”
As he was speaking he noticed Miss Gray was staring at him intently but politely and then he felt it, subtly, almost imperceptibly, but definitely there. So that was her game, he realized, she was attempting to influence his mind, to push thoughts and controls into place. John allowed himself an inward chuckle while displaying no outward sign of awareness as it had been many, many years since he had been challenged, and although this wasn’t much of a challenge, and this slip of a girl probably had no idea just who or what she was up against, it was still a challenge. So John segmented off a portion of his mind, isolated it, and allowed her access to it so she would have the illusion of establishing control. Meanwhile he followed the thought tendrils back into her mind, ever so subtly so she was unaware of it, and established his own controls over her, putting them firmly in place to be activated when he was ready.
“I am sorry you feel this way” she responded “many of your competitors use my service and speak highly of it. My position in the industry is a highly regarded one and any charms, as you call them, are strictly related to my business skills and abilities.”
“I really have no competitors, Miss Gray. I have friends and colleagues, friends whose affairs I manage with my own, and colleagues whose business interests coincide with mine and I chose to do business with, but I neither solicit nor compete for their patronage. I have my own staff, my own contacts, my own circle of acquaintances I socialize with and I think you will find that you have over rated your position in the industry and your potential place in it and in my circle. At Forsyte Holdings, as in our circle, you will find that girls such as yourself usually aspire to quite different positions than the one you are trying to claim.”
“I tried to be nice Mr. Forsyte but I think you will find that some women, modern women such as myself, find your views to be antiquated and we are quite able to aspire to whatever places we desire. We are women, not girls, and will demand to be treated as such and woe to the man that gets in our way. I was determined to get your name on my client list as it would enhance my position but instead if you would just sign the contract for, shall we say, double the usual fee, I will be generous with you and shortly be on my way without troubling you further” she replied, making a quick change of the numbers before placing the contract on the desk, and pushing into his mind thoughts of compliance and obedience. She waited for him to pick it up but he just sat there contemplating her. She pushed again, harder, and then harder still, willing compliance from this man who sat placidly looking at her.
“I agree our discussion is at an end” he finally replied, disposing of the contract in the circular file he kept next to the desk “if you would be so good as to send my girls back in I will allow you, this one time, to go about your business. Every person is entitled to one mistake in life and you have had yours with me. I don’t recommend you repeat the experience.”
Jane was shocked, never had her “push” failed to achieve anything but instant compliance. She sat numbly for several minutes trying to increase the pressure on his mind using all of her abilities. She felt she was connecting and even making progress when suddenly the connection slammed shut so hard it visibly knocked her back into the seat. She had never felt such power and abilities before and suddenly she was afraid, very afraid. She felt like a trapped kitten facing a Pit Bull, or a Rottweiler in a very dark alley at midnight.
“I think I should be going but I am sorry I sent your girls away I told them they wouldn’t be needed until 11:00” she stammered making to get up on shaky legs that for some reason just as suddenly seemed to have stopped working dropping her back into the chair.
“That is unfortunate” John replied “as they usually provide some personal ministrations to me under my desk at this time. As you chose to dispense with their services for me you will just have to replace them until they are available again.”
Jane stared at him “are you seriously suggesting I crawl under your desk and suck your cock” she sputtered at him raising her voice slightly “I don’t do that for any man and you have another thing coming if you think I am going to do that.”
“Actually I think that is exactly what you are going to do. In fact I think you will find that you now understand it is a wonderful idea and you are grateful that I am granting you permission to be allowed to do so” he said plainly.
Fat chance of that Jane thought in fact I can’t think of anything I would rather do at this moment than crawl around this desk on my knees and take that wonderful mans cock down my throat and suck it dry. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew something wasn’t right with a statement that started off as one thing and finished as another but she felt herself quickly slipping to her knees from the chair and crawling around the desk. There was room for her under the desk and as John sat back in his soft leather chair she quickly freed his glorious cock from his pants and began worshipping it. First licking its entire length up and down she then engulfed it in her mouth and swallowed it down her throat until her nose was pressed against his groin and his entire length was inside of her. Jane knew now she had found her proper position as his cock became the center of her universe and nothing, absolutely nothing, else mattered to her but bringing him pleasure. She was so privileged to be allowed to service him and she gratefully took him even deeper. Soon she developed a rhythm, sliding her mouth up and down his cock, licking his balls when she reached the bottom, and then sliding it up and almost out again to swirl her tongue around the head. Her movements took on a new urgency as she felt the beginnings of his seed spurting into her mouth and she swallowed as fast as he came, slurping and sucking for all she was worth. When he had finished and she had swallowed every last succulent drop she gratefully licked him clean before replacing it back in his pants, buttoning up his fly, and murmuring her thanks for allowing her the privilege of pleasuring him so intimately.
She was basking in his approval as he patted her head when her own thoughts came flooding back and she suddenly knew what she had done. He had taken over her mind and not only forced her to pleasure him but to love pleasuring him. She had never felt such control, not in the control she exercised over the men and women she used for her own pleasure, and certainly not used on herself before. Her own powers, formidable though they may be, were as nothing in comparison to his. She wanted to flee, to rise up and run as fast and as far away as she could but she knew, somehow, the decision was no longer hers.
“So what am I going to do with you” John mused? “You came to my office, toyed with my staff, and attempted, however feebly, to control my mind. I can forgive the first and maybe the last but my staff belongs to me and nobody is allowed to tamper with my belongings.”
“Please sir if you could allow me to leave I promise I won’t bother you again” Jane plaintively asked.
“I don’t think so. Having come here determined to enhance your position, as you term it, in the industry I think it would be now incumbent on me to help you arrive at a proper position. Perhaps if you stripped now I could conduct some personal research and it would help me determine what you are suited for.” He said.
Jane immediately came out from under the desk and began removing her clothes. Once again she found the compulsion to obey overwhelming and she remained dimly aware of her actions only the desperate need in her body to obey every command of this fabulous man.
“Leave the stockings and heels” John commanded and she did so, he liking the look they gave her legs. He also approved of her choice of stay up stockings never liking pantyhose (it interfered with his pleasure), or the horrors of bare legs with office attire. Jane placed the remainder of her clothing on the desk and proceeded to twirl and pose to his unspoken commands. Although not usually one to look a gift horse in the mouth John proceeded to do just that, poking and prodding her body, hefting and fondling her breasts and pinching her erect nipples, sliding two and then three fingers inside her cunt and then, as she bent over the desk, forcing the index finger, slick with her arousal, up her anus to his second knuckle.
Allowing her to rise he presented his fingers for her to clean which she dutifully did, licking and sucking her juices and secretions off of them with a diligence she felt thrilling her to her core. Never before had she understood the joy of simple obedience.
“I am tempted to use you as a maid in my city apartment but I think for now we will use you as an office girl. You will report to Miss Hodges and obey her every command as if it were my own” he told her, instilling in her mind the same levels of obedience and worship for his PA the girl had for him. Suddenly Jane’s head was filled with visions of obeying the stern Miss Hodges, who she had played such a reprehensible trick on by sending her for coffee when Mr. Forsyte might have need of her, and she felt remorse and a need to atone.
“Get dressed girl but leave the skirt off for now. And no panties anymore they aren’t for silly office girls” Jane replaced her lace bra and silk blouse as she heard movement at the door and Miss Hodges entered bearing a steamy mug of coffee.
“I am so sorry sir” she said crossing the office to place the coffee on the desk before Mr. Forsyte who had resumed his seat “I don’t understand what happened this morning. I suddenly found myself in the break room and realized I had not brought you your coffee” she looked crestfallen with shame.
“It would appear our new office girl, Jane here, played a little trick on us” he said indicating Jane who was trying to make herself look as nonexistent as possible standing by the desk in just her blouse, hose, and high heels. “But I am sure you can sort these things out and apply the proper corrective measures”
“But of course sir” she replied “I am sorry she troubled you and will ensure it never happens again. Come along girl” she barked at Jane, grabbing an ear to begin leading her from the office. If she pinched a little harder than necessary it was no more than the girl deserved for causing her to fail in properly serving Mr. Forsyte.
“I think you can use my office for this” John said, adding a few tweaks to her mind to cause her to be especially harsh.
“Thank you sir” Miss Hodges gushed at him “it is an honor she scarcely deserves” she continued, and pulling Jane by the ear over to an armless chair she positioned the girl across her lap, her bare bottom raised and pointing directly at Mr. Forsyte, and proceeded to give her spanking of her young life, one that was both long overdue and richly deserved.
John Forsyte chuckled slightly as he sipped his morning coffee and observed the petite young bottom becoming progressively redder and redder. “I think, my dear” he stated “you have found your proper position in the industry”

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