Pegged for Promotion

Claire loves being submissive to older women. After landing a new job, she finds the most dominant boss ever in Jill Jameson. Nearly immediately, she begins have illicit fantasies about her new employer. However, she tries to prove herself to her by working hard and being indispensable. However, her eagerness to please irritates Jill, and she decides to punish Claire in her own, special way.

WARNING! This 5000+ world contains graphic depictions of consensual lesbian sex with a strap-on. It is intended only for adult readers.

Excerpt:

“You are not going to bother to read those papers?”
“I trust you.” I tried to give her a polite smile.
She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Don’t be stupid. Never sign papers without reading them. So, read. Now.”
So, I read. The first document was a new non-disclosure agreement. It was almost exactly the same as the one I signed when Ms. Jameson first hired me. Only, new language had been added. Apparently, I wasn’t to divulge any personal information regarding Ms. Jameson and “her associates” publicly. This struck me as odd. To her, all I was just an extremely willing flunky. Truth be known, I didn’t know anything about her personal life. I signed it without question and slid it back to her across her desk. Then, I read the next set of papers. It was a new employment contract with new duties enumerated. In truth, it was a realistic description of all the extra duties I had accumulated over the previous six months. The new pay rate boggled my mind, and I can’t really talk about it here. After all, I signed a non-disclosure agreement. The thing that really got me was my new title: personal assistant. I immediately put my name to those papers, too. I looked and smiled at her. And that’s when things got extremely weird.
I sort of lost myself at that moment. Here I had gotten what I wanted. I had professionally proved myself to Ms. Jameson and was about to take on a new position that would guarantee her trust. The barriers I had constructed towards her melted away. I allowed myself a moment to revel in my deep sexual attraction towards her. My gaze towards her drifted away from her eyes and towards other parts of her body under that tight, sumptuous business suit. I remembered my suppressed fantasies of peeling it off her and exploring the body it hid.
“Claire.” Ms. Jameson pounded the table. “Eyes up. Stop staring at my cleavage.”
I snapped out of it. I made eye contact. “Yes, Ms. Jameson. I am sorry, Ms. Jameson.”
She gathered up my documents and slid them back into the manila folder. She then shoved that folder into one of her desk’s file drawers. Then, she shot me one of the most tenderly evil smiles I have ever seen. “I know girls like you. I know exactly what you want. So eager to please.” She stood from her chair and rounded her desk. She grabbed a fistful of my long, brown hair. She pulled my around her desk and forced me to me knees ...