Victoria walked nervously towards Beatrice's office, her heart racing. She knew this meeting would be crucial for their business plan, but what she didn't expect was the secretary's unprofessional behavior.
As she knocked on the door, a familiar voice called out, "Come in." She turned the knob and pushed the door open, only to be greeted by Zoe, Beatrice's secretary. However, the woman standing before her now was unrecognizable; her demeanor had changed drastically since the last time they met.
"Good afternoon, Zoe," Victoria said, trying to maintain her composure. "Is Beatrice ready for our meeting?"
"I don't think so," Zoe sneered, her tone laced with disdain. "She's quite busy right now."
Victoria's eyes widened in confusion. This wasn't like Zoe at all. She had always been polite and courteous in the past. What had happened?
Before she could process any further, Zoe took a step closer and spat in her face. Victoria's anger boiled over, and without thinking, she grabbed Zoe by the hair and dragged her into Beatrice's office.
As soon as they entered, Beatrice looked up from her desk, surprised to see her partner holding Zoe. "What's going on here?" she asked, her brow furrowed.
"Look at what she did to me!" Victoria exclaimed, outraged.
Beatrice looked at Zoe, who lowered her head in shame. "I'm sorry, Ms. Victoria," she mumbled.
"Apologies won't cut it this time," Beatrice said, her voice cold. "You've shown a complete lack of professionalism, and for that, you will be punished."
Victoria looked at Beatrice, surprised by her harsh tone. She never imagined that her partner would be so ruthless.
Zoe trembled as Beatrice approached her, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that whatever was coming next would be unpleasant, but she had brought it upon herself.
Beatrice stood in front of her former secretary, a stern look on her face. "From now on, you will be known as Slave," she declared, writing the word on Zoe's chest with a red marker.
Zoe gasped as she felt the cold, hard letters against her skin, a permanent reminder of her new role.
"You have disgraced this office, and now it's time to teach you a lesson," Beatrice continued, her voice dripping with venom.
As Victoria watched in horror, Beatrice took off her heels and placed them in front of Zoe. "Kneel down, slave," she commanded.
Zoe hesitated for a moment before obeying, kneeling on the cold, hard floor. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.
"Open your mouth," Beatrice ordered.
With trembling hands, Zoe opened her mouth, her heart racing. She felt Beatrice's foot against her lips, and then she felt the tongue of her shoe pressing against her teeth.
"Clean my shoe, slave," Beatrice ordered, her voice firm.
Zoe hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and taking Beatrice's shoe into her mouth. She used her tongue to clean the leather, feeling the saliva mixing with her tears.
"Good girl," Beatrice said, her tone mocking. She took a step back, revealing Victoria's shoes to Zoe's trembling gaze. "Now clean these too."
Tears streaming down her face, Zoe knelt before Victoria, her head bowed in shame. She knew there was no escaping this punishment, and she had only herself to blame.
Victoria watched in silence as Zoe cleaned her shoes with her tongue. She felt a strange mix of emotions - shock, disgust, and a twinge of sympathy for her former secretary.
As Zoe finished cleansing Victoria's shoes, Beatrice nodded approvingly. "That's more like it," she said, her voice softening slightly. "From now on, you will be our slave, and you will do whatever we ask. Understood?"
Zoe nodded, her eyes filled with tears. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered.
Beatrice turned to Victoria, a smile playing on her lips. "Well then," she said, "shall we continue with our meeting?"
Victoria looked at Zoe, who remained on her knees, her head bowed in submission. She knew this was just the beginning of Zoe's punishment, but it was a necessary step to restoring order in the office.
"Yes," Victoria finally said, taking a seat across from Beatrice. "Let's get started."
