Executive Decision

The continuing story of the seduction of Miss Angela Johnson.

The first morning of Miss Angela Johnson's new life, of her captivity, dawned brightly. The scandalous attire that the Merchant's had provided for her was neatly folded just as she herself would have done. Her luxurious chestnut hair fanned out around her angelic face just the way it had been in her very, very naughty dream, her gorgeous young nude body poised on the virginal white sheets of the bed, just as it had been on the dark maroon table cloth the night before. Jordan had taken particular care to stage all to create a sense of confusion for the tasty little virgin when the Mistress awoke her. Staged to reinforce that surrealist, darkly haunting gothic feeling of the altered reality where it became a dream, and all that had happened to her the night before.

"Mistress I thought you should have this." Jordan placed Angela's cell phone in her Mistress's hand the golden beauty's soft blue eyes demurely down cast as she sank to her knees and kissed her mistress's foot. Julia slowly stooped, lifted the girl's chin with a single finger, her lips fleeting brushed the young golden beauty's full ripe lips. "You did well Jordan."

Julia stood turned on her heel leaving the kneeling young beauty where she was without even a backwards glance as if she were no more important than a piece of furniture, a pretty little possession for her Mistress's amusement and pleasure.

Julia Merchant smiled as she saw how Jordan had posed their young protégé. How like 'Sleeping Beauty' she looked, Julia thought as she watched the gentle rise and fall of the gorgeous nude beauty firm young breasts, waiting for her Prince Charming's Kiss to awaken her. The Mistress of Rève Noir lips bowed into a wicked little smile as she slowly bent and pressed her lips to those of their Sleeping Beauty. A kiss so sensually seductive a haunting reminder of those darkly arousing kisses from Angela's dark sinful longing, Julia Merchant was pleased the way this gorgeous young creature responded to her kiss her mouth so sweet, her supple young body so delicious. An then that look of shock as soft eyes fluttered open and grew ever so wide in shock as she gasped,

"Mrs. Merchant?!"

"Good Morning Miss Johnson I trust you slept well." Julia simply greeted the blushing young beauty as she drew back and sat on the edge of the naked young beauty's bed as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. Jordan and Lawrence had posed Angela on top of the sheets so she could not even draw them up to modestly hide her gorgeous supple young body from her employer.

"I just wanted to know if you needed any help with your corset Miss Johnson. They do take some time in getting use to their finer points my dear." Julia cooed as she let her cool eyes savor the adorable shade of pink that tinged the young virgin's skin from the tip of her little button nose to the tips of the girl's toes."If you hurry my dear there is time for breakfast before your work day begins." With those simple words so sensually cooed from Julia Merchant's full ripe lips the naked beauty was subtly reminded that she had indeed won through and at least probationary had won the coveted internship.

"For ₤1,000.00 pounds sterling a week plus room and board we expect you to be punctual and diligent in your assigned duties." At the quizzical look of bewilderment on Angela's angelic face. Julia continued. "Yes Miss Johnson pounds sterling not dollars as we are an international cooperation headquartered in northern England." Julia rose from the naked beauty's bed and smoothed the dark gray skirt of her business suit back into place. Mrs. Merchant was dressed impeccably her hair tightly restrained in place. This morning she had chosen a pair of knee high black riding boots.

"Don't be so shy my dear after all I have seen you naked before and it is just we girls here... Your Corset Miss Johnson." Julia absolutely adored the deeper shade of pink that kissed her newest acquisitions creamy ivory skin as she rolled from the bed her soft shy eyes demurely lowered like a good little sub, in the presence of her Mistress.

"Mrs. Merchant, what did you mean by room and board? I already have an apartment not too far from your office."

"Don't be ridiculous Miss Johnson, Merchant Technical Industries International does not keep 9 to 5 hours. If we need to discuss a project in England and it is 3 am here do you expect Mr. Merchant to do? Call his Executive Assistant at home and tell her to come to the Office or Rève Noir?" Julia held the hated dove grey corset up for Angela to step into. Her own womanly body pressed to the young girl's as she once more enfolded Angela into the restrictive garment. Very slowly, very seductively, Julia began to fasten the hooks and eyes of the garment to once more capture the chestnut beauty stunning young figure.

"Tell me did you ever think of having your sweet pale pink nipples pierced Miss Johnson?" Julia's thumbs graved the sensitive buds, perhaps recalling sensations from Angela's dark sensual dream. Before the shocked young virgin could respond Mrs. Merchant called, "Jordan come here girl!"

"Yes Mistress."

"Show Miss Johnson your pierced nipples dear."

"Yes Mistress." The stunning little blond casual stripped off her blouse and bared her firm young breast to both women. Her dusky pink nipples were pierced by a pair of diamond studs.

"I think rubies for your pale pink nipples and ivory skin Miss Johnson...now hurry and finish dressing Alex will expect you in the study in an hour... Just enough time for you to dress and have a bite to eat" Julia turned on her heel and departed the room Jordan in her wake to leave a blushing young coed to dress .

Both Jordan and Lawrence knew what was expected of them in relation to the Merchant's newest little protégé. Lawrence greeted the young beauty when she came down and asked her what she wanted for her breakfast. He sat her in the kitchen, and as he prepared the morning meal for her Jordan sensually brushed by the young beauty, her own supple young body softly caressing Angela's as she came to give the Chef the breakfast orders of Mr. and Mrs. Merchant. When her own breakfast was ready Lawrence leaned over her shoulder his hot moist breath washed over the nape of the young coed's neck and set the little stray hairs at the nape of her neck dancing with each breath he took.

"Your breakfast Miss Johnson." His dark rich voice, that rivaled his dark ebony complexion, was so seductively breathed in her ear. His massive muscular body so close that Angela could feel the heat of it caressing her, his scent filling her nostrils.

As Angela was finishing her breakfast Mrs. Merchant swept into the kitchen the click, click, click of her boots on the stone floor possessed an authoritarian ring to it. "You look radiant this morning Miss Johnson! Don't you agree Chef...almost good enough to eat?" Julia cooed as her hands possessively rested on the young beauty's shoulders.

"And for dinner this evening Mistress?" There was a darkly seductive quality to Lawrence's voice as he asked the quite innocent question of Mrs. Merchant.

"Lamb Lawrence; sweet, innocent, succulent lamb Chef."

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Alex Merchant was on the phone when Jordan showed Angela to his home office. The oaken paneled room looked like it came straight out of a Victorian Gothic Novel, walls lined by ceiling to floor bookcases on two walls, a wall of paneled glass to look out over the lawns of Rève Noir. The room was dominated by a dark rich cherry desk that rivaled the bed in Angela's room in size, and behind that desk sat Mr. Merchant. With his hand over the phone's mouth piece, Alex turned his full attention to the chaste young beauty.

"Miss Johnson the Rodriguez file quickly now." Alex pointed to the third shelf of the bookcase across from him. The only way to reach it was by using the antiquated rolling library ladder and even so the young girl would have to stretch sensually to reach it her firm young breast straining against her corset and blouse. Alex new well that the action would pull the demi cups of Angela's corset down just enough to bare her dusky pink areolas and pale pink nipples and for the rest of the day they would be subject to the seductive caress of her translucent silk blouse.

That would not be the last time that Angela would have to climb that rolling ladder to fetch a file or a ledger for Alex Merchant. The young beauty was kept very busy taking dictation, typing notes and making computer entries as she found that her position required her to be part secretary, part receptionist, and part confident as Alex would ask her opinion on one point or another. Often he would be leaning over the girl's shoulder his body pressed to hers, his scent filling her nostrils, the tips of his fingers trailing along her arm as he stood. Even when Angela would be sent to another room to fetch something or to deliver a file to Mrs. Merchant it seemed someone would brush against her as if reminding her gorgeous supple young body of her dark and sinfully arousing dream of the night before.

Finally it was five o'clock and Mr. Merchant called it a day.

"Miss Johnson I am very pleased with the way you are willing to do whatever your position requires. Now get some rest, relax, and enjoy Rève Noir..." He paused only a moment as he gave his young protégé a benevolent smile. "... now be a 'Good Girl; and off you go!" Angela was almost to the door when Alex asked if she knew what was on the menu for dinner.

Alex had loved the shy maidenly blush that had colored his young Executive Assistant's cheeks the most delightful shade of pink every time he had brushed against her. He had savored the first faint fragrance of the chaste young beauty's arousal that teased his nostrils with its heady musky fragrance. A wicked smile toyed at the corners of his mouth as the girl softly answered, "I believe Mrs. Merchant has indicated lamb would be served tonight."

Angela's shy little crimson blush turned a deeper shade of pink as her eyes met his and the young beauty noted the intensity of his gaze. "I do so love tender young lamb Miss Johnson." Her employer's voice had a dark sensual quality to it that seemed to caress her senses as much as it was simply heard, a seductive quality that seemed to entice and to tempt by its very nature.

"Off you go Miss Johnson..." Alex paused his eyes met hers. "I look forward to having you for dinner tonight Miss Johnson."

Alex Merchant sat down and waved his hand in dismissal as he set to work once more, with sweet visions of this evenings feast dancing before his minds eyes. When he was sure that his young assistant was gone he rang for Jordan, who came eagerly to his summons.

"Yes Master." The gorgeous little blond meekly replied as she dropped to her knees her fingers laced at the nape of her neck as she rested her heart shaped little ass on her heels as she waited her Master's pleasure. "Make sure last night's video is set up for viewing in the dining room Jordan for this evening's meal just in case or chaste little Miss might baulk at her new duties Jordan." Before the golden beauty could say a word Alex placed a single finger to his lips for silence.

"Now come show your Master how you have missed him Jordan." Jordan came to Alex on her hands and knees, disappeared into the well of his desk, loosed his manhood from his trousers to show him just how much she had missed pleasing him.

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The dinner gong sounded promptly at 8PM summoning all of Rève Noir to dinner. When Angela entered there was not a plate or table setting placed on the dark maroon table cloth. Far from looking like a table set for the evening meal it had an uncanny resemblance to the bed in Angela's darkly sinful and arousing dream.

"Come here my sweet little lamb." Julia cooed as she held out her hand to the chestnut haired beauty in a silent command for her to come nearer and to take her hand. As Angela hand slipped into Julia's Mrs. Merchant led the girl to the head of the table and cooed so sweetly, "Mount the table and strip for us Miss Johnson for you my dear are our feast this evening."

When Angela gasped in disbelief and her flawless cheeks turned scarlet at the outrageous demand Alex softly said, "Jordan". A darkly sensual gasp was heard as the far wall of the dining room became a giant video screen and there Angela was naked as the day she was born and for all practical proposes seemed to be enjoying being the center of attention in a hethanistic debauchery. "I am sure your parents would love to see how their little girl is settling in at Rève Noir Miss Johnson..." Alex paused only a moment before continuing. "Or do you require Lawrence and Jordan's assistance to do as your Mistress has commanded."

"No... No... No... That can't be," the young coed softly sobbed, "That was only a dream!" Angela's startled protest only brought a wicked smile to Alex and Julia's faces as the shy chaste young beauty withdrew her hand from Mrs. Merchant's as if she had been suddenly scaled.

"Oh Miss Johnson it was no dream. You were in fact a most delightful and willing participant!...See for yourself...Jordan from the beginning."

"Yes Master". The golden beauty sweetly cooed. Suddenly Angela was confronted with an image of herself rising from her seat at the dinner table, stepping out of her heels, and slowly stripping with the help of Lawrence and the stunning little blonde footman Jordan. The young innocent was confronted with the fact that she offered not the slightest resistance to them as she soon saw herself standing in nothing but her little black lacy thong. A little bemused smile on her face as she reclined onto the table lifted her slender hips so that Chef Lawrence could remove her panties.

"The Mistress told you to get up on the table and strip for her amusement..." Jordan so sweetly whispered in Angela's ear. "...a good little girl obeys her Mistress, Bad little girls are forced to obey... Oh how I hope you will be a bad little girl Miss Johnson." Jordan softly whispered to the hapless little coed a darkly malicious and sensual note to her young voice.

"Well Miss Johnson?" Alex Merchant's voice brought his young assistant back to the here and now and the very dark choices she faced. Hold to her parents' strict teachings and have this humiliating tape sent to her father and mother. Refuse to do as she was told as if she were a bad little girl and be punished and forced to obey or bend to their will. No matter which way the young beauty turned there appeared to be no avenue of escape open to her.

Alex and Julia took a neutral stance as the chaste young beauty's seduction continued with a little help from Jordan who knew just what pressures, temptations and fears to instill in this young innocent beauty to bring her to heel. After all it was not so very long ago the young golden beauty stood where Angela now stood.

"Please... no! Please don't send the tape...that to my parents," Angela Johnson pleaded her soft angelic voice a resigned whimpered whisper . She took a shuddering breath, and her gorgeous young body shivered in a most sensually erotic manner. "I'll... I'll be a good girl." Angela's soft bright eyes shimmered so seductively with her unshed tears.

"Then step out of your heels Miss Johnson." Julia tapped her foot showing how irritated she was with the young girl's stubborn hesitance, obviously seeing her as a "Very Bad" little girl, not her very pleasing and obedient "Good Girl." Once Angela did step out of her heels Julia snapped; "Lawrence help her!"

"Yes Mistress." Angela had no idea if this ebony Giant was to rip her clothes from her or not. His massive hands encircled her trim little waist and he lifted Angel from her feet, held her high in the air and then set her on to the table top where all had a very clear view of her.

"Strip Miss Johnson, strip and show us that you truly can be "Our Good Girl". All eyes were on the shy chaste young Miss as they waited to see if she would obeyed. Jordan was hoping against hope that the girl would falter so she could tie her spread eagled to the table and cut every stitch of her clothing from that gorgeous supple innocent young body.

Alex loved that trapped look of a young doe caught in the headlights of an oncoming "semi" as her soft tear shimmering eyes darted from face to face in her futile search for mercy. He noticed how those stunningly expressive and beautiful eyes looked so wounded as they met Julia's icy gaze, those soft ripe lips silently moving as if to say forgive me, I'll be a good girl as those dainty trembling fingers rose to her blouse and tried to unbutton the first button. Julia was never a woman of patience particularly when she wanted a young beauty bent to her will.

"Lawrence, Jordan get Miss Johnson out of those clothes...Now...I am hungry!" The Chef and the footman moved quickly in well practiced moves to bear the frightened young virgin down, down on to that maroon table cloth, down on the table where her virginity was to be sacrifice, down to be bound, and all choice taken from her.

"Stretch your hands above your head Miss Johnson do not anger the Mistress further with your hesitation." His dark voice had whispered in her ear just for Angela to hear. No matter wither she obeyed or not it was clear her hands would be drawn above her head and bound.

"Spread your legs girl I have no time to deal with bad girls,... That I leave to Jordan." Snapped Julia. It was now very clear to Angela that she was to be bound spread-eagled to the table and her gorgeous supple chaste young body to be offered to the sinful depraved desires and wicked pleasures of the Merchant's.

It was not long before Angela's worst fear came to pass as she indeed found herself bound hand and foot and spread-eagled in the most scandalous manner. The chaste young beauty was fully clothed except for her stockings which had been stripped from her as she was bound.

"Jordan!" Julia said no more than the golden beauty's name. A wicked smile bowed her sweet moist lips as she cooed so sensually. "I did tell you what happened to "Bad Little Girl's" Miss Johnson." Jordan cooed as the light glinted off the keen edge of the knife she held. The cold unyielding caress of steel caressed the young intern's warm soft supple skin.

"Be very still girl lest you get cut." Jordan giggled as she cut the first button from Angel's blouse, the button that had failed to open, and had sealed her fate. Each button clattered to the floor as it was cut free. The chaste young intern's blouse gapped open to show the soft swell of her breasts. And Angela knew that the golden beauty would do just as she said, cut every stitch from her trembling gorgeous young body. The soft whisper of fabric parting as it surrendered to the keen edge of Jordan's knife caressed the chaste young virgin senses. Soon her blouse was nothing but tatters that feel away from her supple body. "Now for your skirt Miss Johnson!" Jordan seductively hissed in Angela's ear as the cold caress of that unyielding steel sensually slid over the flat quivering plain of the bound young chestnut haired beauty's abdomen.

Julia Merchant had struck a rather imperious pose as the sweet little chaste virgin was born down, bound spread-eagled to the table and her blouse slowly cut away by the little teen golden beauty, who obviously enjoyed her task. Jordan's ice blue eyes had coolly smiled down into Angela's soft innocent eyes that shimmered with her as yet unshed tears as she had taunted the hapless beauty.

"Now for your skirt Miss Johnson!" There was a dark glee that shown from those icy blue eyes as the material of the bound virgin's skirt parted under the keen edge of Jordan's knife. As each little patch of newly bared skin was reveled Jordan gave it a sensual little kiss and seductive little lick as Angela's skirt slowly parted and fell away. Now the only garments left to the innocent young girl were her black lacy thong panties and her confining corset.