mature white slave

djnochin

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I sat down with her.

“Linda, I must say you’re off to an incredible start here. You’re delivering the best results this company has ever seen, and you seem to have a way with the other staff. I even saw Carol staying back late the other night to work on some things for you. What’s your secret?”

She smiled. “Why don’t you get me a drink, and I’ll tell you?”

I nodded. Soon, I returned with her beveridge.

“That’s my secret”, she grinned. “I ask, they do. Just like you just did”.

I looked down. Her grin widened. She leaned in. “Imagine how successful this company would be if I only had more authority….”

I was putty in her pretty Asian hands, and she knew it. I offered her the role of executive Vice President - a big pay rise and a corner office.

“I don’t know…..”, she mused. “I have such a busy personal life that taking on a bigger role at the office might be impossible. I’d need someone to take care of the menial things while I focused on the business…”

She let the silence sink in. “I could….uh…. that could be arranged”, I managed.

“Well I guess if I’m running the company, you’d have plenty of time spare to take care of the menial things”, she smiled.

“No, I uh, I didn’t mean me. I meant we could get someone to…”

She cut me off. “No, no, if I’m going to run this company, I need a woman with a proven track record of success to handle my personal life. Besides, you’d be a great PA!”

I was trembling. “Look, Linda…I’m not…”

Again she interrupted me. “Refer to me as Ms Lee, Tanya”.

I nodded. “Yes, Ms Lee”.

That afternoon, Ms Lee moved into my office. “Tanya, my dry cleaning needs collecting, my car needs cleaning, my floors need vacuuming and I expect dinner served to me at 7. Think you can handle it?”

I stared at her. Young, beautiful, smart, manipulative and totally in control.

“I can handle it, Ms Lee”.

I expected her to be intimidated, but she wasn’t. “Listen to me”, she asserted. “I won’t tolerate being disrespected by that old bitch”.

I found myself agreeing with her. I’d make Carol apologise.

“No”, Shawnie said. “Words are empty. I want action. You’ll demote her and put me in charge of her department”.

That afternoon, I executed Shawnie’s demand. “Good white puppet”, she said. Over the next three months, the entire company would be restructured by me, to Shawnie’s liking.

“You’ve done well, my white puppet”, she said. “Doesn’t it feel good to be a puppet for a young, black Queen?”

I nodded. “What would you like done next, Miss Shawnie?”, I whispered.

She smiled.

That afternoon, I stepped down, putting Shawnie in charge. We went to my car, where I opened the back door for her and chueffered her to my house.

As we entered, she held out her palm. I dropped my house and car keys into it.

“Knees, puppet”, she commanded as she laid back on my couch.

“Your house, car and company are a good start, puppet. Now let’s see you provide me with a more…..personal service. I want your white hands paying homage to my perfect black calves and ankles, while your lips and tongue dedicate themselves to my feet. Get to work!”