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Self Caught CEO: First Rule of Fuck Club (M45M40+F30, hypnosis, mind control male dominant)

My name is Jan Ardwater, CEO of Boudicca Athletic Wear, plus sized athletic wear for women serious about their workouts. I am one of those women, 48G-40-46. Let me tell you, before I came to the market, no one was making clothes for us. I began my business mostly with other women as part of my innovative and production team, but when I needed sales, IT, and purchasing departments to handle expansion I took Tony and his crew on board.

They were, how shall we say, good old boys. Locker room minded ex jocks turned into businessmen. I worried about Tony’s misogyny or at least his open sexual evaluation of all the female executives and staff so I kept a close watch on him. That is how I found all his hidden hypnosis files.

That was a mistake. Not totally a bad one, as they really did relax me and make me more productive when I wasn’t listening to them. It wasn’t enough he caught me using them, it wasn’t enough he spanked me in front of all his people and half of mine, he sent me back to my office to watch the rest of the files and find out how to serve men best.

There were so many files. I watched them all.

One called “You only feel like a woman on your knees” let me cum like I needed to, and reenforced my burning desire to be on my knees before Tony and show him how much I appreciated his unlocking my sexuality, my pleasure.

There was one called “Your tits are your reason to be here.” That one wouldn’t let me cum until I enabled my webcam and masturbated with my breasts for the record. I wasn’t allowed to cum until I demonstrated my acceptance that a woman was only permitted in the workplace so she could make her breasts available to see, to feel, to taste, to spank, and to fuck. I had all the time been ashamed of my large breasts, and the truth that I had been hiding them from the men who needed to see them made me feel so guilty I almost couldn’t cum. Only when I promised to make them available and pledged to make every woman’s breasts available was I able to cum.

The last video was one I shouldn’t have enjoyed at all. It involved wanting my face smacked, my ass paddled, my nipples clamped and chained. Wanting to be hung helpless or chained blindfolded for use and punishment for the crimes of feminism and frigidity. Again and again, it asked what I was doing to fix the issue. What was I doing to restore the Patriarchy? What was I doing as a leader?

That was the issue. I was a leader. I ran a company. I created it, the women with me had helped build something that had never existed because no one else had the vision. We couldn’t do it alone, when we got bigger we needed Tony and his men to take us to the next level. We needed men. We needed men and we needed to be women. We needed to be better women but both the men and the women in my business needed something else.

We needed to win. We needed to be better than all the companies that were bigger, because that is all we had. Skilled and motivated, insanely innovative and productive men and women made this business, and anything less than everything we had would mean the big companies would win, and we would be out of company.

It wasn’t enough to unleash my sexuality, it wasn’t enough to realize I was a failure as a CEO and a woman for not serving men, I had to make my own need to be a slave whore to my male employees, the true need of all women to be sexual playthings of strong dominant men, into the driving force of our company.

I didn’t get to the top for no reason. I slid the stainless-steel plug Tony had left on my desk into my ass, and I began to type. When I was done, I looked at what I had written and wanted to delete it. Needed to delete it. How could I do this? A final betrayal of the strong independent woman I all the time wanted to be. If I did this, I would be surrendering myself, and all the women who followed me into the dream of a feminist body positive economic success into a life of being sexual playthings, toys, slaves to the men who were supposed to be their colleagues and subordinates.

I remembered how I felt in the gym with Tony spanking my ass in front of all his grinning male chauvinist perverts, and all my proud feminist executives. I remembered how much I wanted to drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth, to show him my submission, my dedication, my worship of his male superiority; and my feeling of sickness that I wasn’t free to do so out of fear of exposure.

I was a leader, I was in charge. I was a powerful innovative executive who tore opportunities out of the market no one else dreamed were there. I made the impossible not only a reality but a resource. I could do this. Was it enough to be a successful CEO of a female led business? No. Not if I couldn’t also be a Good Girl.

I saved my work, then opened my webcam, began to read my plan as I played with myself. As I read my plan I wondered about how I would run this presentation and had to but clothespins on my nipples so I could get through the recording before I came. Tony was no where near ready for my plan.

Tony’s POV:

He got an email from my poor confused worked up little boss cunt Jan. She had run out of the gym after her spanking like she was on fire. I knew what part of her was on fire and I was looking forward to using every inch of that big titted red haired gym nut’s body, then turning her over to the boys as a present for all their hard work.

It was a shame she wouldn’t be good for anything but a fucktoy when she got used to her proper place as a whore, but her sex drive was so strong once he opened the floodgates on it, Moses himself couldn’t unpart her red sea or stop the infinite flow of cum her cunt would become. It was more than a little uncomfortable to walk to her office, his cock was nine inches of steel that didn’t like tucking in his pants for the long walk to her office.

Walking into her office he saw Jan, long red hair, 48G-40-46 in that damned exercise wear that she invented. It was supposed to make larger women feel good about their bodies when they exercised, but what it did was make them turn into living temples of temptations, walking invitations to fuck. She wore it like a goddess waiting to be bound and degraded, humbled and educated into the truths her feminism tried so hard to deny.

She was smiling in front of a massage table set up before the big smartboard in her office she used for presentations.

Fluttering her eyelashes in a submissive way that looked as out of place on her as garter belts on a nun, she told him that her presentation wouldn’t be as relaxing as his vidoes, so she was compelled to provide that relaxation herself while he watched.

She pointed to the massage table and asked shyly, SHYLY! His alpha bitch boss asked shyly if he would like to strip naked and lie on his front so she could give him a hot oil massage while he watched the presentation. Fuck. He saw the table had a hole for his cock and balls to dangle down while the massage went on, and knew she ordered this from some fetish outfit, as it was decidedly non standard.

Grinning he stripped, watching Jan kneel to accept his clothes as he stripped naked before climbing onto the table. She keyed the presentation to begin, and he felt Jan start to work her hands over his calves and up his things.

The presentation was disturbingly professional for all that it was basically porn. There was his boss on screen naked, beginning to caress her arms, her neck, her cheeks as she explained her plan.

Fuck club.

First rule of fuck club is do not talk about fuck club outside of work ever, to anyone.

Second rule of fuck club, unproductive people do not cum.

Third rule of fuck club, only the best men deserve to own women, only the best women are truly Good Girls. Those that do not give their all and their best to their job do not deserve Fuck Club.

Women’s bodies exist to give men pleasure, those that show this are Good Girls

Good Girls get excited when they are groped, when they are fingered, when they are spanked.

Good Girls love to feel men in every hole, with their fingers, with their cocks, with any toy they want to use to show the Good Girl just how good she can be.

Women must show their appreciation for men with their mouths so men can find out how grateful they are to be used by their rightful owners.

Men should be free to instruct and discipline women so they can become Good Girls.

Men should reward Good Girls with orgasms.

Men who hurt Good Girls don’t get to cum again, ever.

Good Girls must confess to every man in Fuck Club any fantasy they have about serving or pleasing him, so that her potential as a Good Girl is fully developed, and all men find out how essential their desire is to a Good Girl’s mental health and work productivity.

Men who talk about Good Girls outside of work will never cum again unless they become a Good Girl themselves.

Tony was having a hard time believing this came out of his bosses mind. He wondered he was content with having caught his super sexy boss in his hypnosis trap, but now she was proposing to turn all the women of her business into eager, even enthusiastic sex slaves for the free use of all male employees, as long as they got their work done not just first but best.

Just about the time he was wondering how serious she could possibly be, he felt her hands part his ass cheeks, and felt her tongue probing his tight puckered asshole.

Jan’s POV

I have no skill at hypnosis. I was caught by Tony, tamed by Tony, enslaved by Tony, but I wasn’t free to serve Tony. I couldn’t be free to serve Tony as he deserved to be served until he could use me however and whenever he wanted. In the boardroom, in the shipping department loading dock, in the gym, in my office. If he couldn’t be free to use me however and whenever he wanted, I could not ever be a Good Girl.

I worked my tongue into his ass, holding his heavily muscled ass cheeks aside as I drilled my long pink tongue into his asshole. I was no hypnotist. I couldn’t make the business a safe place for men to freely use the women here, to teach us our place, to give us the pleasure Feminism robbed us of, while still keeping our business successful. I needed Tony to do that. I needed him not to own me, but to own all the women in the business, and to own all the men enough to keep their mouth’s shut outside the workplace.

I felt him groan as I worked his ass with my tongue, and reached through the hole in the bed to work his cock, more than a handful, as I stroked his cock with my hand, and his prostate with my tongue. His ass was so hairy and muscled, he would drive that wrist thick cock into me like a rutting stag, like a breeding bull. I rubbed my well oiled breasts up and down his thighs to remind him of what he could own if he could make my plan a reality.

I pulled my tongue out of his ass, and asked him meekly.

“Can you make it work Tony? Can you bring my dream to life?” I asked him as he rolled over, fire in his eyes and steel in his cock.

He slapped my face right, then left. He grabbed me by the hair with his strong right hand and pulled me to him. Rubbing his cock on my leg, he pulled me up to devour my left breast with his mouth, sucking and biting lightly. He fingered my pussy as he sucked and he growled.

“Never question my abilities again bitch or I won’t give you the fucking you need!” He growled. Then he threw me face down on the bed, spread my legs and spanked my ass cheeks red. My steel butt plug sent a ripple of pleasure and pain through me with every slap, but it was the heavy hot blunt head of his cock rubbing up and down my slit that made me whimper like a dog in heat and beg my employee.

“No sir, your bitch won’t question you again!” I begged, and he fucked me for the first time.

I clawed at the bed, the reality of being dicked down, of being fucked into submission was so much greater than the self provided orgasm’s I had enjoyed so far as he replaced every layer of my self control with his sexual domination.

He used me like a fuckdoll, and my body let him. I came early on, my legs shaking like someone hooked me up to a cattle prod and let it run for almost a minute, but he fucked me through it, fucked me beyond it.

Reaching around he grabbed my throat and made me beg to be his bitch.

“Please make me your bitch, your slave, your whore!” I came again as he made me betray myself to him in person. I felt his cock swell and empty himself into me, filling my womb with his strong male seed. I felt a new glow inside me, a new purpose. I smiled.

He pulled out and staggered to my seat behind my desk. I crawled over to him on all fours, looking him in the eye as I did and began to lick at his cock, down his balls, taking one then the other in my mouth.

I looked up at him and asked softly. “Am I a Good Girl for you Sir?”

He brought my head down to take his hardening cock into my mouth to complete his restoration, and he sighed.

“You are a Good Girl Jan, a good CEO and good slut both. I will make your club a reality, and you will show every man and woman in this place what a Good Girl you are. We will train those bitches to be Good Girls and fuck our way onto the Fortune 500”

I shuddered as I began to hump his foot as I felt his cock swell again. I saw a bright future ahead of my business showing the way to a new generation of successful, driven, professional women. Reaching our full potential and changing the world. I came as Tony gripped my head and began to cum into my mouth. He let me taste the first few, then pulled out and looked me in the eye as he painted my once proud face with his cum.

I cleaned his cock again and looked up at him. I noticed something on the ground. Smiling softly, I bent my head to the floor and licked up the bit of cum that missed my face and tits to hit my office floor.

“Good Girl Jan.” Tony said, and I was proud again. I would be the best girl ever!

NSFW: yes

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