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As I approached the imposing building I had mixed feelings. I was excited and nervous, but most of all curious about the inner workings of Luxe Corp.

My new boss, Mr. Masters, had a reputation for being strict and uncompromising. I had been warned prior to joining the business that he was known for being difficult to work with and had made several staff members cry in the past. But despite that, I was determined to make a good impression.

I made my way to the reception and announced myself to the young lady behind the desk. She offered me a friendly smile and handed me a small, ornate box. I looked at her questioningly, but she just gestured for me to open it. Inside was a velvet collar with a note attached that simply read ‘wear this, and all will be revealed.’

I hesitated for a moment, confused by the cryptic message, but there was something alluring about the silky velvet lining of the collar that drew me in. It felt soft and sensuous as it slid around my neck, and I found myself becoming more and more aroused as I fastened it with the delicate clasp.

As I entered Master’s office, I felt a strange sense of power. I was adorned in this mysterious collar, and it seemed to be imbuing me with a strength I didn’t know I possessed.

My new boss was sitting behind his desk, his attention focused on his computer screen. He barely looked up as I entered the room, and I felt a pang of disappointment. I wanted him to notice me, to see me as more than just another employee.

I took a deep breath and walked over to his desk, determined to make myself known. As I leaned forward to hand him the documents he had requested, the collar shifted slightly, and he caught sight of it. His eyes widened, and for a moment, I wondered I had done something wrong.

But then he smiled, a slow sensual smile that sent shivers of excitement down my spine. I watched as he licked his lips, and his gaze locked onto mine, holding me captive.

“Come closer,” he commanded me, his voice low and husky.

I stepped forward obediently, drawn to the power and authority that seemed to pour off him in waves. As I approached, he reached out and took the collar in his hand, toying with it for a moment.

“I see you found my little gift,” he said, his tone playful.

I nodded, unable to take my eyes off him. I was mesmerized by the way he held the collar, as if it held some great significance.

“This,” he said, holding it up so I could see it clearly. “Is a symbol of our agreement. You will wear it at all times while you are here, and it will signify that you belong to me.”

I felt a thrill of excitement at his words, and my breath caught in my throat. I had no idea what he meant by belonging to him, but the idea was both terrifying and alluring.

“Do you understand?” he asked, his voice low and captivating.

I nodded, too aroused to speak. He slipped the collar back around my neck, taking care to fasten it properly. As he did, I could feel a strange sense of submission wash over me. I had at all times been independent, but in this moment, I was entirely at his mercy.

As he stood up from his desk, I could see the power and intensity emanating from him. He was a force to be reckoned with, and I found myself powerless before him.

“You belong to me now,” he said, his voice commanding. “And you will do everything I ask of you.”

I nodded once more, thoroughly entranced by his words. All I could think about was how I wanted to please him, to make him proud of me. And with the collar around my neck, I felt as if I had already taken the first step towards fulfilling that desire.

As the days went on, I found myself drawn deeper and deeper into his world. He introduced me to a new side of myself, one that was wild and passionate, one that reveled in the thrill of submission.

Sometimes, when he called me into his office, he would sit me down and order me to remove my clothes. I never hesitated, stripping off each item until I was completely naked before him.

Other times, he would have me kneel at his feet, my eyes downcast as he spoke to me. In those moments, I felt my desire for him grow ever stronger, and I yearned to be closer to him.

But it wasn’t just sexually that we connected. We talked about everything from politics to literature, and I found myself stimulated by his intellect. Sometimes we would spend hours debating the finer points of a particular book or discussing current events. And in those moments, I felt as if we were equals, two people whose minds and bodies were in perfect synchronization.

But despite the steamy encounters and intellectual conversations, there was at all times an undercurrent of danger. There was a rule of secrecy that permeated the office, no staff member talking about what went on behind closed doors.

I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if anyone found out about our relationship. My job, my reputation, everything I had built up, could be destroyed in an instant.

And yet, I found myself returning to his office again and again, caught up in the heady thrill of the secret.

Finally, one day, he told me that he was planning to promote me. He said that he wondered I was an asset to the business, and that he wanted to give me a chance to prove myself further. I was thrilled and scared all at once. I wanted to do well, to prove my worth to him, but I was also terrified of the consequences.

It was then that he presented me with a new collar, one that was studded with tiny diamonds and inlaid with gold. He told me it was a symbol of how far I had come, and that I should wear it with pride.

As he fastened it around my neck, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. I had achieved what I had set out to do, and I had done it with his help and guidance.

And even though I knew that the path ahead would be full of challenges and obstacles, I was ready to face them head-on, secure in the knowledge that I had Mr. Masters by my side.

As I walked out of his office, I couldn’t help but smile as I fingered the velvet collar around my neck. Even though it was just a small piece of fabric, it symbolized so much more. It was a physical reminder of everything that had happened between us, and everything that was yet to come.
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