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The Boss, by: Dr. Phil Part 4
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"THE BOSS"
by: Dr. Phil
Part 4
Joyce succeeded in getting the unfortunate Maryanne back up to
the edge in practically no time. The vibrator clicked on and off
all afternoon as her ass rotated and shook. She cried and pleaded
with Joyce to let her cum again, but to no avail. The next morning
she was trucked over to her former office to spend 24 hours as
Michele's guest. Her former employees were eager to see her again
and laughed as Michele rolled out Maryanne's now familiar cart with
much pomp and ceremony and set it up in her office.
Knowing that they only had one day with her they wasted no time
showing her just how much they missed her! It was another very long
day spent moaning and twisting.
Her ex-husband and his girlfriend came down again at lunchtime to
visit. He wanted to take a few snapshots for a party he was having
with many of their old friends and Michele gave him permission to
snap away. His girlfriend wanted to gloat.
The next morning, after a seemingly endless evening with Bruno,
Maryanne was again led out to the alley where she crawled up into
the Evans Agency's panel truck. An hour later she was again
squirming, impaled on her dowel on the floor of Joyce's office.
She spent the weekend at Joyce's house. Wearing only black
leather wrist and ankle cuffs she vacuumed, scrubbed the floors and
cleaned all six bathrooms in Joyce's sprawling home. She ate her
meals from a pet dish on the floor in the kitchen and spent all
three evenings chained outside with only a doghouse for shelter.
On Monday morning Joyce decided it was time for a slight
variation on the previous week....
"I've got something a little different planned this week,
Maryanne" Joyce gloated at the nude form crawling behind her. They
had arrived about an hour before the rest of the employees because
Joyce wanted some time to work on her slave before the office
opened.
Maryanne just groaned as she felt the leash tug her into Joyce's
private office. Joyce put down her briefcase and removed her suit
jacket. She then picked the leash back up and led Maryanne into the
bathroom. Maryanne was ordered on her back on the cold tile. She
knew the routine by now. Joyce got out the razor and shaving cream
and proceeded to scrape away at her pussy and ass till they were
once again smooth as glass. When she was through she ordered
Maryanne to kneel upright and clasp her hands together behind her
back.
Joyce left for just a moment then returned with a wry smile and
what looked like a hair clipper and a pair of scissors.
Maryanne sobbed as she felt Joyce undo her greasy hair from it's
bun, then grab a handful of it and unceremoniously cut it with the
scissors! Again and again she snipped at it till the floor was
littered with black hair. Joyce then plugged in the clipper and
proceeded to give Maryanne a buzz cut. This was followed by the
shaving cream. Maryanne sniffed and winced as she felt the
scrapings of the razor on her head. She was being shaved BALD! No,
not quite bald.... She felt Joyce tug on some hair that had
apparently been left on her head. Joyce grabbed three or four
rubber bands and began wrapping them around the hair that was left.
With a giggle she shut the bathroom door and let Maryanne see
herself in the mirror that was on the back.
Maryanne was shocked! She had prepared herself for bald, but this
was even worse! Her head had been shaved completely smooth except
for a single clump of hair right on the top. It hadn't been
touched. It was a clump about an inch in diameter and the rubber
bands held it together like a long black topknot! Her kneeling body
was completely nude and hairless except for this atrocity, and it
made her shoulders heave and shake as she cried.
Joyce grabbed her by the topknot and swung her head sharply down
to the floor. She slapped at her upturned ass and told her to crawl
out of the bathroom and into her private office. When they got
there Joyce picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Mitch, this is Joyce Evans. Yeah, we're waiting for you. About
ten minutes? Great. Thanks."
After she hung up the phone she sat down on the sofa that was
against her wall. With a smile she pulled her skirt up around her
waist.
"Come here Maryanne. We've got ten minutes to kill. Get to work."
She lowered her panties to just below her knees as Maryanne
crawled over and stuck her face right in her crotch. With a thigh
on either side of her face, the bunched up skirt on top of her head
and the already slightly musky panties below her chin Maryanne
stuck her tongue out and licked at her enemy's wet pussy.
Joyce grabbed the topknot and yanked her face in closer.
"I like this little handle I left! It's gonna be great for people
who want to pull your head around as you lick them."
Maryanne blushed but kept licking. Joyce squeezed her thighs
together a little around her face and continued manipulating her
head by pulling on the topknot which she had looped around her
right hand.
"Ahhhhh.... this is the life! I paid a lot of money for you,
bitch, and I intend to get every penny's worth out of you. Work
that tongue in there harder! Lick the sides.... ooooh!... Get your
whole face in there! Lick deeper!"
Like an obedient puppy Maryanne licked at her Mistress' pussy. As
it got wetter and wetter she began making slurping sounds. Joyce
let her head fall back on the top of the sofa and closed her eyes.
She had a contented smile on her face as she absent-mindedly tugged
on the topknot of hair in her hand. Life sure was good when you
were rich. The only thing better than being rich was getting
revenge. Being rich AND getting revenge was about as good as it
ever gets!
About fifteen minutes later the door to the main office opened
and a male voice yelled:
"Joyce! You back there?"
"Yeah Mitch. Come on in." She pushed Maryanne's face away from
her crotch then pulled her panties up. She straightened out her
skirt as the door to her private office opened and a good-looking
man of about 30 walked in. He had very long sandy hair and a
moustache. He wore jeans and a sleeveless vest and carried a small
case with him. Maryanne lowered her head and stared at the floor,
but remained on all fours.
"Hey Joyce. So this is your little friend, here?"
"Yeah Mitch. She's been really looking forward to this. I'm glad
you could come so early. Need a hand setting up?"
"No thanks. Actually, the morning light's pretty good for this.
Can I open a window?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Mitch opened both windows in the office then placed his case on
Joyce's desk. He turned and squatted down right behind Maryanne,
then lightly ran his fingertips around both of her asscheeks,
checking their firmness. He gave her a playful little spank then
smiled at Joyce.
"What do you want, and where do you want it?"
Joyce joined him behind Maryanne. She pointed a polished nail at
the top of Maryanne's left buttock.
"Right here I want `SMELLY TWAT'. All caps, about a half inch
high. Use a lot of bright colors. I want people to be able to read
it."
"Ohhhh! Noooooooo!!!" Maryanne gasped as she finally figured out
what they were talking about.
"Shut up, bitch." Joyce slapped her ass. Unless you'd prefer to
have it BRANDED in, you'd better keep your fucking mouth shut."
Maryanne whimpered softly.
"Over on this side," Joyce tapped at the top of her right
buttock, "I'd like a simple line drawing of a naked woman on her
back holding her legs up and back and spread wide. In smaller
letters underneath it write `Fuck me, Spank me'. Okay?"
Mitch licked his lips. He rubbed his thumbs along the areas to be
tattooed. He let the fingers of his right hand gently tickle the
hairless spread lips of Maryanne's cunt as he looked up at Joyce
and smiled.
"No problem Joyce. You must really have it in for this bitch.
She'll be wearing these for the rest of her life you know..."
"That's exactly what I want Mitch. Do a good job for me, dear.
This one's worth a big tip."
"Yes ma'am!" He comically saluted with his left hand. He was
still tickling Maryanne's cunt with the fingers of his right hand.
He removed it now and made a show of licking his fingers.
"Mmmmmm.... " he smacked his lips then stood up to get his
equipment out of his case.
Mitch spent the next hour and a half working on Maryanne's ass.
During that time the other three women in the office arrived and
all were fascinated by the artistry he used in tattooing the round
white cheeks before him. The lettering was bright and ornate, but
very readable, even from a distance. The line drawing of the girl
on her back was superb. The other three women giggled when they saw
`Fuck me, Spank me' begin to take shape beneath the drawing.
"I guess high cut bathing suits are gonna be out of the question
for Maryanne, huh?" Nancy giggled.
"All clothes are going to be out of the question for her" Joyce
countered, "except leather cuffs and leashes. The next time this
slut's at a beach the only thing she'll be wearing will be an old
dog collar and a vibrator stuck up her ass."
They all laughed as Maryanne shuddered. They wouldn't actually do
that, would they?
Joyce ordered the women back to their desks, then shut and locked
the door to her private office.
"Really nice job, Mitch."
She handed him an envelope with $400 in it. Mitch didn't even
open it. He just stuffed it into his bag with his equipment. He
looked at Joyce, then nodded his head toward the still kneeling
Maryanne and smiled. Joyce got his message immediately and smiled
back.
"I think that when Maryanne sees what you've done to her ass
she'll want to thank you in a very special way, won't you
Maryanne?"
Maryanne kept her head lowered and didn't say a word. Her arms
were trembling a little.
<Smack!> "Answer me when I ask you a question!"
"Oww! Y-yes! T-thank you, Mitch!"
"No, you ungrateful little shit. Tell him how much you want to
suck his cock! Tell him to fuck you in the mouth and in the cunt
and in the ass. Wherever he wants to!"
Joyce crouched down and began slapping Maryanne's ass really
hard.
"<Owwww!> T-thank you <Owwwww!!> M-mitch! P-ple <Owww!> P-please
let me suck your <Owwww!!!!> cock. Please! <Owwww!!!!> Fuck me in
the <Owwww!!!> m-mouth, and in the ass and <Owwwww!!> in the c-
cunt, <Owwww!!!!> Please!!!! <Owwwwwwwww!!!!!>"
Maryanne was squirming her tattooed ass in an attempt to avoid
the punishing blows quickly raining down on it.
Joyce stood up and then sat down comfortably on her couch, one
arm draped casually over the back. With her other hand she gestured
towards the sobbing Maryanne and gave Mitch a `She's all yours'
look.
Mitch unclasped his large chrome belt buckle then unbuttoned his
jeans and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing tight white
cotton jockey shorts and Joyce watched his tight buns
appreciatively as he bent over to undo the laces on his sneakers.
He kicked them off then stepped out of his jeans. He bent over and
caressed the still squirming backside before him. It was very warm.
He used both of his hands to lower his jockeys then stepped out of
them too. He left his vest on.
Mitch knelt down behind Maryanne and began tickling her cunt and
ass lightly. His own cock was hard as a rock and poked upwards at
a 45 degree angle. He grabbed hold of it and rubbed it a little
then slowly placed it right at the entrance to Maryanne's gaping
wet cunt. She groaned as he slowly pushed it in about halfway.
With his right hand still rubbing at her clitoris he pushed his
cock the rest of the way in. Maryanne groaned loudly. He began
sawing back and forth and his eyes half closed as a slight moan
escaped from his own lips. Over on the couch Joyce was rubbing
herself through her clothes.
Mitch was licking his lips as he slowly stroked in and out. He
felt terrific. In spite of herself Maryanne began panting and
rocking backwards to meet his thrusts. Suddenly he stopped and
pressed his loins solidly against her pussy, his cock imbedded as
far as it could go. Maryanne began to stiffen and gasp. Before she
could come he began slowly withdrawing from her.
"No, no!..." she whimpered as he completely removed his hard cock
from her.
He reached his hand down and rubbed his fingers between her wet
pussy lips. He took the moisture and rubbed it around her asshole
and inserted the tip of his finger up to the knuckle to lubricate
the tight little hole.
"No! Not there! I-I've never had it there before!"
Mitch ignored her plea and placed the tip of his penis right
against her brown little hole. He placed both of his hands on the
cheeks of her ass and used his thumbs to spread her wide open. He
then thrust firmly forward until his cock began slowly slipping
into that tiny passage.
"Ohhh! You're killing me!"
Mitch laughed and continued plunging forward till he was buried
up to the hilt.
"Ahhhhhh...." he moaned contentedly, then began the same sawing
motions he had used on her pussy. As his lower belly smacked
against the 45 year old's ass he enjoyed making the flesh of her
cheeks jiggle and shake.
"So, you're virgin there, huh bitch?" teased Joyce. "Fuck her
good, Mitch. Fuck her up the ass! Ha!"
Mitch began fucking her faster and harder. Maryanne had her eyes
closed and was breathing noisily through her teeth. They humped
back and forth like that for about five minutes. Finally Mitch
slowed down and began withdrawing. Maryanne moaned her frustration
as the still hard and unspent dick popped out of her.
"So, you like getting it up the ass, bitch?" Mitch chuckled then
slapped her across her ass as he stood up.
Joyce had her hands under her skirt now and was openly playing
with herself on the couch, her eyes were glued to the scene before
her - the scene that she herself had set up. She licked her lips
appreciatively as Mitch stood straight up and strode confidently
around Maryanne so that he stood in front of her. His large penis
bobbed stiffly as he walked. It glistened wetly with the juices
from fucking both of her holes.
Mitch knelt down in front of Maryanne and swayed his hips from
side to side, smacking his wet and slimy cock back and forth across
her face.
"Open up, slut. Clean me off nice and suck me till I cum!"
He placed his cock against her lips.
"Let's go, slut! Open up! Don't get me mad!"
Maryanne opened her mouth and was startled as he suddenly thrust
his penis inside. She began sucking on it for all she was worth.
When she tried to use her hands to hold it he slapped them away. He
just wanted her mouth.
He pulled it out a little ways and she began licking the shaft
from the base to the tip. She had clearly done this before! Mitch
thrust back into her mouth then grabbed her topknot and wrapped it
around his right hand.
He used the topknot to pull her face forward and back, fucking
her harder and harder. Maryanne had given head before, but she'd
never been face-fucked like this. He held her topknot tightly and
began banging away at her face. She gagged a little but he kept on
thrusting in and out.
Finally he was on the verge of cumming. He started groaning
loudly and moving his hips in a screwing motion. He started to
stiffen, then plunged his dick forward and pressed his hips against
her face.
"Aaaaarrrrhhhhh!" He moaned as he felt his balls constrict then
suddenly he was shooting a squirt of his seed right down her
throat! She felt it hit the back of her throat then swallowed it
down as another spurt followed... and another. Four...Five....Six
spurts later the cum was dribbling out of the corner of her mouth
and out along his shaft. She kept trying to swallow as fast as she
could. She breathed noisily through her nose. At the same time
Joyce was having her own orgasm on the couch.
Mitch's body went limp and he sighed heavily as he withdrew his
wet cock from Maryanne's mouth.
"Whew! I needed that! Thanks Joyce!"
Joyce was cleaning her own hands with a tissue.
"My pleasure too, Mitch." She giggled.
Maryanne was still kneeling on the floor. She hadn't had her
orgasm yet and she strongly suspected she would not be allowed one.
Her hips were still humping back and forth a little and she looked
at Joyce with pleading eyes.
"Did you like that Maryanne? Would you like Mitch to fuck you
again sometime?"
Maryanne moaned but Mitch piped in with a "Sure! Anytime Joyce!"
Joyce stuck the tip of her tongue between her teeth and began
stroking Maryanne's bare back.
"Maybe next time I'll let Mitch take you to his motorcycle
buddies. They'd love to gang-bang you. And you're such a slut you'd
probably love it." She slapped Maryanne's ass for punctuation.
"Wouldn't you, slut!"
Maryanne just moaned. She wanted desperately to squeeze her
thighs together but she obediently kept them spread wide as Joyce
had ordered they should always be.
Mitch was busy putting his clothes back on. Joyce grabbed his
case and handed it to him at the door. She turned her face to him
and put one arm around his neck.
"Mmmmmm..." they kissed. Thanks for coming, Mitch.
"Anytime, Joyce. I mean it. Anytime...
She unlocked the door and led him into the main office. He went
out the front door and a moment later she could hear his motorcycle
roar to life as he rode away.
Joyce went back into her private office and stood in front of
Maryanne. She bent down and grabbed her topknot, then used it as a
leash as she led her crawling out into the main office. The other
three women began applauding. They could hear what had happened and
they reveled in her debasement.
Joyce led her to an empty desk and made Maryanne crawl up on top
of it. On all fours, she was positioned so that her thighs were
spread wide with her ass facing back towards the three other women.
Maryanne took some ropes and tied her like that. She looped the
rope around her ankles and tied the ends off to the legs of the
desk. She also tied her knees to keep them spread wide and fastened
the ropes to the desk. She placed a stack of books on one end of
the desk and lowered Maryanne's head till her chin was resting on
them. Taking more rope she fasted her arms back to the same desk
legs that her feet were tied to. She also placed a coil of rope
around her back and looped it under the desk.
This secured Maryanne in a most compromising and vulnerable
position. Her knees were spread wide and her ass and still dripping
pussy could be easily seen by her audience behind her. Her tits
were touching the desk top and Joyce took two small black binder
clips and clipped one onto each nipple.
It's a good thing the ropes were tight because Maryanne almost
went through the ceiling! She began howling and pleading, so Joyce
took a handkerchief and tied it around her head, gagging her. It
wasn't a very effective gag. They could still hear her howling and
begging, but it cut down on the volume considerably.
Joyce was so excited she almost wet her pants. She had been
thinking about this all weekend and she now went to her briefcase
and took out a jar and a brush.
She placed them down on the desk and began rubbing Maryanne's
helpless cunt. As she got moisture on her fingers she rubbed it
along the backs of Maryanne's thighs and hips. She went back for
more. She was `milking' Maryanne for her sticky cum-juice and
smearing it all over her body as she got it. There were slimy wet
spots on her back, on her breasts, along both sides of her thighs.
Even on the soles of her feet.
Joyce then opened the jar and picked up the brush. The jar was
filled with itching powder. She shook a little bit of it onto
Maryanne's squirming back, then used the small brush to spread it
around. In a similar manner she sprinkled and spread it on her
hips, thighs, belly... everywhere! The wet sticky pussy juice
helped it to stay put as she generously brushed it all over
Maryanne's nude body.
By this time it had started to take effect. Maryanne began
twitching. The powder was tormenting her! The itching sensation
quickly grew past the point of where she could stand it. She began
howling through the handkerchief again. Much louder and more
insistent.
Maliciously, Joyce continued to brush more of the powder onto and
into her. She brushed it all around and inside her pussy. She
brushed it up and down along the crease of her ass. She held her
asscheeks apart and twirled the powder-laden brush along the rim of
her asshole!
Joyce got a little of the powder on her own fingers. It began to
itch terribly.
"Damn!" she exclaimed as she rubbed her fingers against her
skirt. It barely helped for a moment, then seemed to get worse.
She ran into the washroom and quickly turned on the hot water. She
grabbed soap and washed her hands very thoroughly. Her fingers
still itched! She lathered them up some more and re-washed them.
Finally she rinsed them and wiped her hands dry. The maddening itch
had finally subsided.
When she walked back into the main office Maryanne was bucking
like a wild bronco! The three other women had stopped what they
were doing and were staring, fascinated, as the nude woman writhed
in her bonds. Her ass was gyrating up and down, and around in
circles, tormented beyond belief by the maddening itch of the
powder. Her whole body trembled. Muffled howling escaped from her
gagged mouth. There were tears streaming down her cheeks and her
toes were clenching and unclenching as her body shook. What was
perhaps most pathetic was the way her asscheeks kept squeezing
tight so that the crease was a small vertical line, then a moment
later her ass would be thrust out revealing her pussy and anus,
both covered with the white powder. Nobody had ever seen anything
like this before. Nobody could imagine the horrible torment.
Joyce felt a slight itching remain in her fingers from just the
tiny amount of powder that had touched her there. When she gazed at
the nude woman twisting and squirming helplessly before her she
involuntarily shuddered and squeezed her own thighs together. She
nearly had an orgasm watching her!
Joyce went into a storage room and rolled out a large mirror that
was on wheels. She set it up beside Maryanne so that, with her head
turned slightly to one side, she could see her own body writhing.
Maryanne saw for the first time the full extent of what Joyce had
done to her. Her entire body was hairless. Her head was shaved bald
except for a grotesque topknot left growing right out of the top of
her head. Her nipples were painfully pinched with metal binder
clips, and her nude white body was strapped helplessly as she knelt
on all fours shamefully exposed on top of a desk in the main
office. She couldn't see the tattoos on her ass but she knew they
were there and could imaging how horrible they must be! The itching
was driving her crazy! Saliva began dripping out of the corners of
her mouth and her whole body felt tormented beyond anything she
would have ever felt possible.
Joyce leaned over to her and softly whispered in her ear that she
looked sexy being tormented. She told her that she'd be kept like
this all day long. People rarely came into the office, and even if
they did they'd just roll the whole desk into Joyce's private
office until they left. Unless, of course, it was someone that
Joyce intentionally invited over to revel and snicker at her
suffering. Like her ex-husband and his girlfriend. Or someone that
she screwed royally in a business deal. Joyce laughed and started
to slap Maryanne's ass, then caught herself just in time. She
didn't want any more of that powder on her hand!
The other women giggled nervously, but stared at the unfortunate
Maryanne with rapt attention. Then they looked at their own boss.
Joyce had driven the point home loud and clear. It was not a good
idea to become her enemy! It was even worse to become her enemy and
then fall into her hands...
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