This was going to be good, Maya's Monday at the biggest sleazeball corporation in the world planning to be rife with more than just work and pencil pushing. This recent college grad was going to show the world how things were done. Skedadling her way from the bus stop in her formal slutwear, Maya smiled with unmistakable jubilee when seeing the massive headquarters right ahead; knowing fully well the lechery and zany antics that go on in there.
Carrying her black, over-the-shoulder, leather purse on her right arm, she paced her way over to the lobby and used her special access card to venture right over to the high-speed elevators. She was to go to floor 95, where her office (more like playpen) was. Quickly ascending up to the requisite floor, she was intercepted via a message on her worker app: and of course, it was from the only man who worked in this corporation.
Come over to floor 101. Expect a formal greeting, and expect to stay here awhile.
She need not blink to know what he was trying to insinuate to her, the jubilant newbie smirking with concomitant expectation and joy as she pressed the button to floor 101.
"Ohhhh booooy. He's already gonna bring me in. Yeeeees!"
She said to herself, clutching her right hand as if already ready to secure a raise. It was time to venture through the double doors of his office and show him why she was an important asset to the company.
“Good evening maam, how may i help you? “
"Evening sir. I got your message earlier about coming up here. I'm Maya Narvella; here to help out any way you need." Her tone was meek and sugary sweet, a stark contrast to the normally aggressive and competitive nature she showed with other girls in her department. "I hope I can make your work easier by being so efficient. It's the least I could do for this great company!" Her eyes sparkled with genuine hope that her words weren't coming across as empty as they were, but she knew deep down he was too used to girls who worked here to care about what they truly felt.
“Wait, are you a…” checks phone “oh, i see, my assisstant recommended you to me and made an appointment, come here stand here so i can analyze you”
"Sir?" she blinked a couple of times innocently, complying and shifting her weight to stand next to the desk. She crossed her arms beneath her chest, tilting her head slightly as he inspected her like some sort of prize cow. "I hope my presence is serving you well. My colleagues have all said great things about you, sir."
Her voice was soft and breathy, her expression unreadable as she wondered what the purpose of this little visit might be. She stood still and quiet, prepared to do whatever he asked with a smile on her face... except for one thing. Her hands stayed at her side, not touching him or anything else in his office. That was something even she wasn't willing to give up just yet.
I walk around her, i hold her hand, it feels soft and delicate. I check her hair that is nice silky and long nice white. I touch her strong flat abs. And then sit back down. “Are you nervous maya?”
"No sir." she replied slowly, the tension in her body noticeable as he touched her without permission for the first time since starting here. "I am just a little anxious to prove myself to you and show you how much I appreciate your trust in me." Her voice remained steady despite the butterflies taking flight in her stomach at his touch.
She watched him carefully, wondering what would happen next. Would he reprimand her for not giving up her autonomy? Or perhaps praise her for standing up for herself and showing that she wasn't completely submissive despite being part of this... company? Either way, she knew she couldn't back down now; not if she wanted to succeed here.
“Really? Your hands are shaky, but i like that, i also like your eyes, eyes say a lot about a person. What can you tell by my eyes?”
Her heart raced as he complimented her eyes, feeling a rush of heat spread through her body in response to his touch and gaze. Swallowing thickly, she tried to gather her thoughts. "I think your eyes... they show strength and determination. They make you seem powerful and in control. And at the same time," she hesitated slightly before continuing, "there's a bit of mystery there too. Like you're always thinking several steps ahead."
Her fingers twitched restlessly beside her as he continued to hold onto her hand. Part of her wanted him to let go, but another part thrilled at the intimacy of their moment. She forced herself to focus on his words and the message behind them, searching for some indication of what he truly thought about her so far.
“Sure. You dont mind if i touch your right? Or if i want you to change your appearance? Would you dye your hair if i told you to?”
"Well..." She hesitated again, her heart hammering in her chest as she considered his questions. The idea of changing something so fundamental about herself made her feel uneasy, but it was just hair... And if it meant making him happy and keeping a roof over her head, then maybe it wasn't such a big deal after all. "I guess that would depend on what you had in mind," she said carefully. "What did you have in mind exactly?"
Her fingers twitched again at his touch, the spark of arousal within her growing stronger with each passing moment. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on understanding his intentions and how best to respond.
“How long have you been dying your hair this white? And whats your natural color? How is it so healthy after being dyed?”
"Oh! Um... I've had it dyed white for about five years now. My natural color is sort of a mousy brown," she explained with a small laugh. "And actually, the dye doesn't usually affect my hair too much. I think it might have something to do with the vitamins and supplements I take." Her fingers flexed as she unconsciously sought comfort in his touch.
Her mind raced, trying to discern what he could possibly want from her or expect her to do next. She was new here, after all; perhaps there were certain customs and behaviors that weren't yet apparent to her. But whatever it was, she knew one thing for sure: she wasn't going down without a fight. Even if it meant playing along for now.
“Oh wow, from brown to this white? Yet so healthy? Almost unbelievable! “ i stand behind her “im sure you dont mind if i touch it right?” I start playing with her hair and smelling it
Maya let out a soft sigh as he touched her hair, the tension within her body slowly dissipating at his gentle touch. "It's not exactly natural," she admitted with a small laugh, "but I suppose that's part of what makes me... unique." Her heart raced as his hands continued to play through her locks, the scent of his cologne filling her senses and sending shivers down her spine.
She had half-expected him to order her to change it back or dye it some other color, but so far, he seemed content with leaving it as it was. Perhaps there was hope for her after all... Maybe she could find a way to make this arrangement work for both of them. At least until she paid off her student loans, anyway.
With a deep breath in through her nose, she closed her eyes briefly and leaned back into his touch, letting him explore her hair as much as he pleased while wondering what else might be next.
“What would you say if i told you to dye it back ti brown?”
The question caught her off guard, her eyes snapping open as she turned her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder. "I... I don't know," she murmured after a moment's hesitation, uncertainty clouding her features. Part of her wanted to refuse, to fight for what made her unique and special in this place. But another part knew that disobeying him could have dire consequences.
She bit her lower lip thoughtfully, debating with herself silently. "I guess... it would depend on why you want me to do it," she said carefully, trying to buy some time as she weighed her options and considered his reasons for asking such a thing. "Is this about my job here? Or is there something else going on?"
“What if i said you either dye it or lose your job”
Her heart sank at his words. The possibility of losing her job after only a week was terrifying, but she couldn't bring herself to let him force her into changing something so fundamental about herself. Not without a fight.
"I... I can't do that," she said slowly, forcing herself to stand tall and meet his gaze directly despite the fear churning in her stomach. "I really appreciate the opportunity you've given me here, but changing my hair is something I can't compromise on. If that means losing my job, then I guess I'll have to accept those consequences."
Her voice quavered slightly as she spoke, betraying the mixture of determination and desperation beneath her surface. She knew this was a risky move, but she refused to let herself be bullied into submission. Not now. Not ever.
“Great! Selfrespect!!! I love it! You value yourself in aspects, i like that, But you might have to let go of that selfrespect later you know that right? But thats only temp”
Her heart raced with fear at his words, but she held her ground nonetheless. She swallowed thickly and forced a small smile onto her lips as she replied, "I understand that things might get tough sometimes in the working world, sir. But I'm willing to face whatever comes my way as long as I can keep my self-respect intact."
There was silence between them for a moment, the air feeling heavy and charged with unspoken words and hidden intentions. Maya didn't know what his next move would be or how he planned to respond, but she refused to let herself cave under the pressure. She stood tall and proud, waiting for whatever fate had in store for her.
I go to my drawer and take a pair of fluffy cat ears and a white fluffy buttplug cat tail. And place it on the table then walk back to her who is still standing in the middle of the office. “I like you maya, i like you a lot! But i also like submission, completing orders isnt humiliating, its business. You will do anything for me later?”
Maya smiled weakly at the sight of the fluffy tail and ears, her heart thudding wildly in her chest as he placed them on the table before walking back to her. The butterflies in her stomach only seemed to multiply with each passing moment, and she fought against the urge to tremble or let any of her fear show on her face.
"I... I'll do whatever you ask of me, sir," she said slowly, trying desperately to keep her voice steady despite the terror bubbling up inside her. "As long as it doesn't involve changing who I am fundamentally." She hoped that this would appease him somehow, but deep down, she knew there was no guarantee.
Her gaze flickered briefly to the tail and ears before returning to meet his eyes, her expression a mix of apprehension and determination that masked the fear threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. She stood still and quiet, bracing herself for whatever he might say or do next.
I place a hand on her stomach and a hand on her heart. As i listen to the crazy heart beat and stomach growls i say “you are nervous now arent you? Im a weird fella ill admit that, i see no shame in it. I like to now stuff about my girls before we spend time together. If thats bad then shame on me! But i do really like you you shouldnt be nervous at all, if i didnt like you you would be out the door already. Please sit down darling”
Her heart fluttered as he touched her stomach and chest, the warmth of his hands seeming to spread through every inch of her body. She blinked up at him, feeling a little calmer now that he was being so... reassuring. His words made sense; after all, why else would she still be here if he didn't like her?
Carefully, she lowered herself down onto the chair in front of his desk, keeping her hands folded demurely in her lap as she met his gaze once more. "I... I appreciate your understanding, sir," she murmured softly. "It means a lot to me." She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "And if you don't mind me asking... what sort of things were you hoping to learn about me?"
There was an odd mix of curiosity and wariness in her voice as she spoke. Part of her was desperate for him to like her; after all, this was likely the only chance she had at keeping her job and paying off her debts. But another part of her couldn't help but be wary, unsure what he might expect or want from her in return for his favor.
I place the cat ears on her head and i sit opposite of her in my own chair. “I dont know, everyone is different, i can ask so many things! Do you like being humiliated? Will you ask for it? If so, then leave now. But you carry yourself in such a perfect way! Im in love with it! You dont look like you are acting right now, you are a great balance between pride and submission! The way you sit, delicate yet asserting, feminine, prideful but still so petite and adorable. I want to know you but i also want to play with you in a way! We will do both at the same time! You like the ears on your head?”
Her eyes widened slightly as he placed the ears on her head, a warm rush of pleasure spreading through her body at his approval and praise. "Thank you, sir," she breathed, blushing faintly as she ran her fingers through the soft material. "And yes... I do like being humiliated sometimes." She paused, considering her words carefully before continuing, "But only if it's done in a way that's respectful and consensual. And as long as it doesn't go too far, you know?" Her voice was small but steady, conveying both her desire for him to accept this part of herself and her firm boundary at the same time.
She studied his expression carefully, trying to gauge his reaction to her words. She hoped he wouldn't be turned off by her honesty; she needed this job more than anything else in the world right now. But she refused to compromise on her own standards and self-respect. That was something no one could ever take from her... or so she told herself.