Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. The universe regarding the '˜The Island' is the intellectual property of Melissa Daniels. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and have themes of bondage, feminization and other deviant sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. 

 

Leadership 

(an unofficial '˜Island' Story) 

​

By Mistress Dyvia. 

Before we get started, lets set the ground rules for the subs. 

1) Until I say otherwise, you belong to me, Mistress Dyvia. 
2) I want you to put a fresh coat of lipstick on your lips before you start reading the story. 
3) At the end of each paragraph, you will say aloud, 'I am Mistress Dyvia's cockslut.' 
4) You will keep yourself aroused for the duration of this story, but you will not have release. 
5) When you are finished, I want to know your thoughts. You will either send me an email, or post in the thread. You will say which instructions you followed, which you failed, and you will write your thoughts on the story. At which point I will allow you to have your freedom once again.. 

Enjoy girls! 


So it all started when I got this call from my friend Vinny. 'Dyvia, hey, my boss is sending me to this resort for a training seminar for a few days. Tropical island, beach, all the fun you can imagine, and I get to bring a guest along, wanna come?'

Of course I didn't think much of it at the time. 'I guess so, why not?' Vinny was a strange one, highly successful, and straight, one would wonder why not bring his wife or girlfriend, right? Well he didn't have either, mostly because when he was at work, he was focused on working, and when he was at home he was focused on being '˜at home.' Basically, he didn't do a lot of things that would introduce him to women. 

'Excellent Dyv, remember, a week from Friday plane leaves at 10am, So I'll probably pick you up at four.' 

4am? Ugh. 'Okay sweetie, I'll see you then.' 

So, of course I did the regular things I normally do for almost two weeks, I had planned on packing early, and didn't, I found myself at 3am, rushing to find matching tops to the bottoms of my bikinis, making sure I had the right lipstick for that eye shadow, and all those other things that no girls wants to be rushing through in the last few minutes before she leaves on a vacation. 

We made it to the airport, and surprisingly we were escorted onto a private jet. There were two '˜real' couples on the plane, Cameron with his wife Jaclyn, and then there was Lisa with her fiancé Nicholas. Cameron and Vinny worked for one company, and Lisa worked for another, but their bosses all wanted them to go to this '˜leadership of the future' seminar. Strange thing, they were all offered the same deal by there bosses, if they did well, at the seminar, they were all promised huge promotions and raises, if they failed, they wouldn't have a job to return to, or they could stay in their position at work, and hope they would eventually be noticed. 

We all got along, and kinda hung around once we landed on an island airstrip. From there, strangely we had to take a ferry to another island where the seminar was to actually take place. 

The island was beautiful, the buildings weren't '˜eyesores' in an otherwise beautiful landscape, they were well hidden by the foliage, and I can only assume, if one wasn't looking for most of the structures, they would never find them. The hotel itself was built right into the mountain, sadly it meant there wasn't much of a view from the rooms, though in truth there were digital frames where windows would be, so when w woke up, we could see any scenery we wanted to. The only major entrances and exits were in view from the outside. The sand was kind of Pinkish like in Bermuda, I thought it was cute. 

The staff, that caught me off guard. All women. Not one male bellhop. Now a few of the mangers we met briefly, were male, but not the staff. I briefly met a Mr. Bones, he seemed very friendly, his eyes wondered to every girl's breasts and ass, but I smiled anyway, he dressed well. The only thing that separated him from any normal businessman, was the key card hanging from his belt, that had a picture of his face, and under it, a bar code. Each and every girl was extremely friendly. Lisa made a comment about them, and the reply was to the effect that the girls had an orientation process that lasted a couple months before being allowed to interact with clients. 

As midnight approached on our first day, Vinny and I started heading to the '˜cave', which is what they called the main entrance to the hotel. When a large individual approached us, 'Vincent Caprici?' 

He looked over took his arm from around my waist, yes I let him be a little extra touchy feely with me while he was making an impression on his colleagues, 'Yes that's me.' 

'The first part of your seminar meets in eight minutes in the upper lounge.' 

'But it's almost midnight.' He said as he looked at his cell phone. Not that I even understood why he insisted on carrying it, since there are no signal towers within a hundred miles of the island, but that was him, I guess. Lost without his cell. 

'Yes sir, I am aware of that, but its part of the seminar. To see what you are willing too do, if attending a meeting at midnight is not something you are willing to do, then you are not a leader of tomorrow, merely a toy.' What the hell does he mean by '˜toy?' 

Though apparently his voice echoed my thoughts, 'What is a toy?' 

'You?' the man said almost accusingly, though his tone of voice suggested, that if Vinny was a quitter or failure, he was a toy. 

'Fine, Sorry Dyv, see you back in the room later on?' 

I smiled, 'Probably.' I smiled as he walked away, though it wasn't to tease, I just thought since I'm a night person as it was, maybe I'd take advantage and see the island's night life. Though by the time I got back to the room, I realized the jet lag was catching up with me, and decided, I could miss one night of fun. I sat down in the bed, laid back and rolled over and let the sleep overtake me. 


There was a scream, and I sat up quickly. I wasn't in my hotel room anymore. It was almost like a round cell. All six of us from the plane were here. I saw Vinny, slightly more disheveled than when I had seen him earlier. Actually, last night, as I realized I could see the daylight sky above me. We were in a room that had twelve beds, only six of them had been occupied, by us. 'Vinny what's going on?' 

He looked down at me, 'Sorry Dyv, apparently the '˜Leaders of Tomorrow' lacks basic business ethics or any ethics for that matter. Last night we were all brought to a little meeting, there were about thirty of us. We were all instructed to play some parts in role plays, and to respond as we thought we should. Twenty-five us were told that we failed. Funny how Five others used some rather unscrupulous methods to '˜win.'' He put his head down, 'So all twenty-five of us and our partners, were labeled as '˜Toys.'' That word again. 

'What is a toy?' I asked him. 

'I don't know, but I don't think we're going to like finding out.' 

I took the momentary lull in conversation to take in my surrounding a bit better. We were in a concrete cylinder of some sort. We were at the bottom, as I said it had about 12 beds attached to the walls,. There was no real ceiling, though if we looked straight up we could see into trees and the sky. But that had to be at least fifty feet up, there was no way we could climb out. Very Spartan. There was one door that had a red light where the doorknob should have been. It was heavy black, and made of steal, no one was getting out unless someone else, not in here, wanted us to leave. 

We all sat around, mostly in silence, until a large latching sound was heard from the door, and the red light turned green. The door opened and we all looked at each other, and nodded, we each stepped one at a time through the door into a dark room. Once the last of us had entered the pitch-black room the door shut behind us. A light came on in front of us, in the shape of another door. Vinny tried to run to it, and his into a wall. plexiglass? The door opened and a man who appeared to be in his late thirties stepped through, 'Ladies! Ladies! If you'll all relax and calm down, I'll explain everything.' 

We all quieted down and started to listen. 'So you aren't the '˜Leadership' material you were hoping to be. Don't worry, it's not the end of the world. You lost your job, but we're going to give you another one; working here. As you may or may not have noticed, we only use women, so half of you will be able to fit in a little easier than the other half of you. But don't worry once the orientation program is finished, each of you will all be one of those curvy agreeable women you got to see working about yesterday.' I don't like this. Quickly looking around, judging by the expressions on their faces, they didn't either. 'You will each learn just how submissive you can be, and if you argue with it too much, we have ways of helping you find your submissive nature.' 

The man continued, 'My name is Alexander White, I am a Betian, that means I'm in charge. I was an Alphan for just a mere week. Obviously I'm hell bent on proving myself capable of being a Gammatian so don't expect me to go easy on any of you. Mr. White will be fine for now, but soon you will refer to me as '˜Master.'' He laughs. 'Don't think you can just rush me, you may have noticed the Plexiglas window, if you did manage to get past that, the only exit is through the door behind me, which needs a special key card to get through. Then of course, is the security door beyond that, which will not open if more than one person moves beyond the door behind me.' He flashes a little white plastic card that has a bar code at us. 'So my advice, that I know most of you won't take is, give up, and embrace the '˜leaders of tomorrow.' Til later ladies.' With that he turns on one foot and passes his card in front of the door enters and disappears. 

A new door to our right opens, and once again we enter single file. The room is strange. Six showers stalls, 6 counters, with two brown boxes on three of the counters. Each box has one of our names on it. And the wall opposite the counter has well-lit makeup tables with oversized mirrors. This room was unquestionably designed to process at least twice as many people as this small group. But since at least there was six showers we could take them all at once, and by ourselves. I dared not ponder whether or not this place would normally pair people up in here, or just have one person wait while the other cleans. I entered the shower and took my clothes off. There were instructions written on the side that said the shower would not start until my current clothes were thrown into the '˜hamper' in the side of the stall. I reached out without actually leaving and threw my clothes into the small hole. The water started coming out. It was surprisingly warm. Given our treatment in the past few minutes, I half expected an ice water shower. I dragged out my usual cleaning rituals, giving myself a time to think. Think about what I knew about this place, the things '˜Mr. White' had said. The decisions I would have to make in the hours and days to come. And what exactly this place is, what I suspected it was, and how it probably operated. 

As I finished rinsing myself off the water stopped on its own. I found myself naked, and I cautiously pulled the curtain back, I didn't exactly want to step out, but I knew I had to either get with the' program' quickly or give up on ever keeping any sense of myself. I took a deep breath and stepped out from the shower. There was a towel. I quickly started drying myself off only to realize that no one else had come out yet. One thing that I made a note of, I don't usually shave my arms, and they were as hairless as my legs, and well most of me. It had to be the body wash they provided. Probably a good idea to keep it away from my scalp and eyebrows in the future. Well I had better get used to being seen naked. I took a step forward, my arms started to rise to cover myself, but I stopped myself, and kept them at my sides. If I were running a place like this, seeing embarrassment would just encourage me. 

I walked over to the package with my name in it. Shortly after the guys appeared one at a time, and the girls last, covering themselves up. Everyone seemed hairless. Just as I thought, it must have been the body wash. I started opening the package just as everyone else did. A schoolgirl's outfit? Could they get any more clichéd? Whatever. I spread the things out across the counter, and found a black g-string, figures overly-sexed school girl, and put that on and then the bra. It has a white blouse, with no buttons? I tied it off under my breasts, as the naughty, overly-sexed up schoolgirl. The little pleated skirt came up, and the knee socks. They had high heels shoes, which did surprise me, I was half-expecting those little Mary Jane shoes. Okay so I was intended to be a naughty, overly-sexed-up schoolgirl tease. I could play that role. 

I looked around and saw that everyone had some sort of fetish themed outfit. Cameron had a little maid's outfit. Jaclyn had a cheerleader outfit. Nicholas has a nurse's outfit, Lisa had a ballerina's leotard and tutu. And Vinny had something, well something, I walked over to him, he seemed lost, I started looking at what he had. Fishnet stockings, a black opaque teddie, what was it with that white foam ball and safety pin? heels, long black gloves, and.. a , I cracked smile as I picked up the head band with attached rabbit ears, 'Oh My God Vinny, you're a playboy bunny!' 

He shook his head, 'That's not funny, Dyvia!' 

'Maybe not, but it'll look cute on you!' 

'But I don't want to look cute.' 

'Look I understand it's a little frustrating, but you're better off just doing what you're told.' I move behind him, and start rubbing his shoulders, 'Besides, if we're just toys, then they're dehumanizing us. 'They are more likely to be more cruel to us.' 

'Dyvia, I can't.' Vinny started to back away. 

'Vin, do you trust me?' 

He looked me up and down, 'Yeah,' 

'Then sit up on the counter.' I patted the counter gently. He jumped up. I took teddie, and started pulling it up his legs. I helped him get his arms through and then I zipped him up into it. Then I helped him get into his fishnet stockings, he seemed okay with the gloves. I adjusted his wig to his head, but I was careful about putting the headband over his wig. 

'I can't believe you're doing this to me Dyv.' 

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, 'its probably best for the moment.' I took his hand and led him over to the makeup table and sat him down. I looked back briefly and saw the other girls were taking my lead and helping to dress their men. There was protesting. I sat down next to Vinny and started putting on my face as well. 'Just watch me and do your best.' 

He nodded his head, 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' 

Yeah, me neither. 'Don't worry, just be agreeable and do what you think they want, and hopefully they'll let us go.' 

'But Dyvia, they said they want us to be employees here.' 

'Maybe, but if we show them enough loyalty and obedience, maybe our stay here will be lessened.' 

'I hope you're right.' I honestly kind of felt bad lying to him, and I knew I was. I also felt kind of bad, like I was taking advantage of him, which, once again, I knew I was. I finished doing my makeup, and then pulled my hair into two pig tails. When we were both done, I looked at him, his eye liner wasn't very good, and his choice of colors made him look like a cheap whore, but that could be good right now. It took quite a while before the other girls were as ready as Vinny and I were. 

Another door opened and we found out selves ushering each other like cattle into the next humiliating and degrading experience, I kept my wits of course. As we entered there were twelve doors. Six of the doors had one of our names on it. 'Alright everyone, good luck, I think its obvious what they want us to do. Just try and put aside your feelings and just do it.' Each of us nodded to each other and stood in front of a door. My door opened and it led into a classroom. I could only imagine that each girl was being lead into a room that was based on her outfit. The room was empty accept for an animatronic teacher standing in front of a desk. There was a timer on the wall counting down from 59:52. So we have one hour to figure out what we are supposed to do. 

'Dyvia. Have. A. seat. In. your. chair.' Said the electronic voice coming from the '˜teacher.' 

'Yes sir.' I said as I sat in the seat directly in front of him. 

'I. Am. Afraid. You. Are. Going. To. Fail. Sex. Ed.' 

This can't be this clichéd. 'Oh please, don't fail me.' 

'You. Have. Not. Done. Your. Home. Work.' 

'But I have, everyday after school I go to the boys locker room! They all left with a smile.' I tried not to laugh at the absurdity. 

'But. What. About. The. Girls?' 

'If I don't go to a sleep over, I offer all the girls I know to come to my place. We always have new techniques to show each other.' 

'Well. Dyvia. I. Have. Not. Seen. Any. Proof. You. Will. Fail. Anyway.' 

'Oh please, don't fail me, I will do anything to pass.' 

'anything?' 

'Yes, can I stay after school, and have you give me some special attention, so that I can show you how determined I am to pass?' 

'I. Don't. know. Dyvia.' 

'I'll suck your cock.' 

There was a '˜Bing' sound the timer stopped and the door opened. Hmm. Easier than I thought. I knew I could pull off the naughty, overly-sexed-up schoolgirl tease. 

I exited the door and was back in the room that had the twelve doors. I was the first one out. I'm guessing that the other girls emerged between twenty minutes and a half hour after I did, except Jaclyn. She came out much later. 

We were all allowed back to the room we awoke in earlier. We all sat down on our beds and started talking about our experiences. I started about my school girl experience. Vinny told about how he had to sit on a lap arms around an electronic head, and learn how to giggle at the worst possible jokes. Cameron had it easiest as all he had to do was dust a shelf, and wash a couple windows, while showing plenty of ass, as he had to bend at a certain angle or he was told to do it again. Lisa, had to perform a dance, though not quite an elegant ballet, she had to touch herself in ways that embarrassed her, but she managed to get through it. Nick as the nurse, wasn't very detailed, but said that he had to be a very clichéd naughty nurse. Jaclyn was the most shocking, she was in a locker room with a bunch of football players who just won a game, and wanted to celebrate. Most of us knew where this was going, but she said she refused to play along. She just sat down and waited for the timer to run out. 

I felt kind of bad, and I was nervous. She would obviously be punished for this, but I was hoping we would not be punished as a group. But now was a time for observation. Just remain calm. 

Well it happened, but it was a few hours later. Strange how they just left us alone for hours after an assignment. The door opened. A guard entered, 'everyone against the wall, meal time.' We all backed up against the wall. 'Dyvia.' 

'Yes sir?' I said. 

'You performed best today, you get a larger portion.' A woman from behind him placed a plate with spaghetti a sausage and two meatballs on my bed with a bottle of water. Gee a sausage and two meat balls, they weren't symbolic of anything were they?' 

The guard continued, 'Nicholas, Lisa, Vincent, Cameron. You have all done well today.' The same woman placed a bowl on each of their beds, it looked like cream of wheat or something. 

'Jaclyn, you have not been participating appropriately. Step forward.' She looked at each of us. 'Do not look at them, I said step forward.' She did so reluctantly. 'Take off your clothes.' 

'What? No I can't.' 

He didn't ask her a second time, he just pulled her and started to tear the clothes off of her. Cameron started to take a step forward and the guard stopped and pointed, 'against the wall or you'll just make it worse for her.' 

Cam stepped back, 'Please, don't rape my wife.' 

The guard said, 'Shut up, I will do what I want with her, but I am not going to rape her. Now stand against the wall, or she will be punished further. There was a helmet like device on the food cart, once Jaclyn was naked, it was placed over her head, and locked in place. We couldn't see any part of her head or face from the neck up. The guard just left her there. She struggled to push it off, but it was pointless. And the six of us were alone again. Cam immediately went over to his wife, we could all hear her scream to get it off her head. But over the next few minutes she became calm, and then limp, until she was just lying there quietly and motionlessly. I sat on my bed and started eating my meal. 

Vinny looked at me in horror, 'Dyv, how can you eat after all that?' 

The others looked at me, even Cam. The truth was, it didn't bother me all that much, I suspected something like that could happen here, but more importantly, 'I'm not giving them a reason to do that to me. He said '˜meal time,' I'm eating.' 

Most of them looked at each other and nodded their heads going back to their beds, eating their meals. When I finished mine, I walked over to Cam, 'you need to eat, I'll hold her, until your done.' 

'I don't think-' 

I cut him off, 'Trust me, you'll need your strength for her later.' 

He nodded his head, 'okay.' And went to get his bowl. 

He came back a little later and held onto his wife, who never moved a muscle. When it was bedtime, we all slept in separate beds, except Cameron, who held his wife close. 

Sleep was good; it got us away from here even if it was just in our heads. I awoke to that sunlight again. We sat around talking for a little bit, I was constantly trying to discourage talk of '˜escape.' 

Out of nowhere Jaclyn just sat up. Everyone was shocked. Her hand went up to the side of the helmet and pressed a button. A panel opened to a number pad, she quickly punched in a few numbers, and the locking mechanisms could be heard unlocking, and she took her helmet off. 

She smiled as she looked around 'Hi everyone.' 

Cam hugged her tightly, 'Jaclyn, I'm so glad that you're okay.' 

'Yeah, well I'll be much better when I get to suck that first cock of the day, you know how cranky I get when I don't suck at least three a day.' 

Everyone's jaws dropped in shock. Cameron spoke, 'Jaclyn, you don't like oral sex.' Poor guy, marriage couldn't have been that much fun. 

She looked at him in confusion, then giggled, 'I love blowing guys. Didn't I ever tell you my fantasy about sucking off a room of twenty guys?' 

'Jaclyn, they did something to you, I need you to think for a moment.' 

She giggled, 'Quit calling me Jaclyn, I like Jackie better.' 

'You've always hated Jackie!' 

I put my hand on Cameron's arm. 'Don't they've completely fucked with her head.' 

He pulled his arm away from me, 'Jac, you're my wife, please just trust me.' 

She looked down at her, ring finger, 'I'm just a toy, toys don't get married.' She pulled the rings off her finger and dropped them to the floor where she stood, walked over to her bed, and started touching herself. 

I went back to Cam, 'You have to keep a straight head, do well for yourself here, and they might reward you by letting her have her mind back.. Go off the deep end and you'll be just like her.' 

He looked at me unsure of what to say. But he did nod his head as a few tears dripped down his face. 

A few hours later the green light came on, and we all entered the room where we met '˜Mr. White.' The door opened, and Jackie dropped to her knees and put her head down. She is now the person we need to copy to understand how they want us to act. I followed suit, 'Everyone, do like Jackie did.' And they each did as I instructed. 

Mr. White was here again. He stepped forward, 'Well 24 hours later, and you all seem to be well on your way to being this resort's newest play things. The leaders of tomorrow, should have a blast playing with you all, once you're done.' He chuckled a bit, 'For now, I think it is time to introduce you all to your chastity belts.' We all remained silent. 'Wow this is the best group I've had, most other groups, as soon as the word '˜chastity' pops us, protest, protest, protest. Such a bother, really.' 

He slid his bar code through and stepped inside with us. He placed a chastity belt in each of our hands. Jackie couldn't get hers on fast enough. Lisa looked at me, and I nodded my head, 'Alright everyone, we should learn from Jackie.' Mr. White smiled at my encouragement. 

I stepped over to Vinny, and helped him put his on. 'This is soo fucked up.' I nodded as I helped him slide his penis in the slot and then seal away his manhood. I looked over and saw Lisa helping Nick, and Jackie had taken after my lead, and helped Cam with his. 

I was the last. I stepped one foot into it. 'Master?' 

He looked at me, 'Do you think it would be at all possible, to give me one last day without my chastity belt, if I gave you the best blowjob of your entire life, right now?' 

'It doesn't work that way, Dyvia.' 

'Master, I mean it, I will give you the absolute best blow job you have ever had in your entire life, and I get one extra day, just one. And if it was the second best or worse, I still put the belt on when we're done, or you're done.' 

He stops to think for a moment. 'Alright, Dyvia, fine.' He unzips his pants and drops them to his ankles, 'But it had best be the best. The great Mistress Dyvia on her knees.' 

My mouth dropped slightly as he said my '˜title.' I looked back at Vinny who had a look of confusion on his face, he had never known about my domme side. But Mr. White continued, 'Yes we know who you are. The great feminizer herself. I sat in a meeting with a couple Tautions, Mr. Bones and Ms. Calico, each of them were just as shocked to hear you were so submissive. But the omega girl, Ivy, herself entered and said she was not surprised in the least. I guess she just knew that a girl as dominant as you, must really be submissive at heart.' He laughed, and at look me at as I didn't move a muscle, 'Not having a change of heart about giving me the '˜best' blowjob ever are you?' 

I forced myself to smile again, 'Not at all Master.' I moved in jut a little closer on my knees, and opened my mouth. I watched his face, as he smiled to the others, a non-verbal way of showing off that he's going to cum, when none of them even had the ability to anymore. Just as his eyes moved away from mine, I punched hard between his legs and pulled his little barcode pass from the pants at his ankles. I spun him around quickly and he fell down on his back in front of the others. 

As I stood I pointed to him, and ordered, 'Hold him down!' 

The five, including the obedient Jackie, all did as I instructed. I passed the card in front of the scanner, and exited the Plexiglas door and returned a moment later with another male chastity device. 'Jackie, come here.' I held the door open with my foot. 'Put this on MS. White.' 

Jackie nodded, 'Yes Mistress, I would be happy to.' 

He screamed, 'Get that off of me. You'll all pay for this! Guards!' 

Vinny started to stand up and walk towards me, and I stepped back allowing the plexiglas door to close. 'Dyv, that's not funny. Open the door.' 

'Sorry Vinny. This card will only let one person in or out.' 

A look of shock and sadness washed over his face and he took a few steps back and fell to his knees. 'Dyvia, this was you plan all along...?' I nodded my head. The others looked up at me, with a look of sorrowful betrayal in their eyes. 

But before I could respond, White pounced up against the door, 'give me back my card you bitch!' Then he screams at the top of his lungs, 'Guards!' 

I step closer to him, so he can look in my eyes when he hears me, 'They aren't coming for you. I have your card now; I'm taking your place here. There's a reason your pass code, only has a barcode, and not a picture of your face.' 

He shakes his head, 'It doesn't work like that!' 

An intercom starts, and a woman's voice echoes out from the speakers, 'Actually it does work, JUST like that.' 

White looks at the speaker, 'Ivy?' 

'Miss Dyvia, obviously understands more about how this place works than you do. Welcome to the leadership of tomorrow, Dyvia.' 

I looked up at the speaker, 'Thanks.' 

I started walking back to the gate, to exit this dungeon. Just before I enter, I take a look and see the door on the side opening, and the girls all walking towards it, including the saddened Vinny, and the defeated Ms. White. 


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Six months Later. 

Sandi White is in my office. I'm shaking my head in disappointment. 'Sandi, We have quotas to make. You haven't fucked or sucked 20 cocks a day in nearly two weeks. What seems to be the problem?' 

'Mistress Dyvia, I'm sorry, I try real hard, but one of the clients has been giving me special attention. He keeps me tied up in his room for twelve hours a day, then I sleep for eight, four hours is just to little time to get 19 more cocks off.' 

I shake my head, 'Listen.' 

*Beep* 

My intercom goes off. I hate interruptions. My secretary Vanessa says, 'Mistress. Your two o'clock is getting impatient.' 

I press the button on the intercom, 'Vanessa, just give him a blow job, and I'll get to him in a few minutes.' 

'Yes Mistress.' 

Returning my attention to Sandi, 'Vanessa had so much more common sense back when I still called her Vinny.' 

Sandi nods her head, 'Of course Mistress.' 

'Anyway where were we?' 

'Not having enough time to get 19 cocks off.' 

'Oh right, thank you. Well you're just going to have to lose some of your beauty sleep. Twenty a day is not a rough number, that's a minimum quota for every girl here. You don't see me giving Vanessa special treatment. She gets her twenty a day in, and she does all my secretarial work without a word of protest.' Granted she probably gets half her quota, just keeping the clients who are waiting for me satisfied. Besides, a male is so much more agreeable right after an orgasm.

Sandy nods her head, 'Yes mistress, I understand. I won't fail again.' 

'Let me help you Sandi,' I start writing out something on a piece of paper, I add a little sketch that takes me a few minutes and hand it to her, 'Go to the tattoo parlor. That paper has my instructions, they'll write '˜cock slut' across your chest in fancy letters. Trust me it will encourage the boys.' 

She looks at the letter nervously then smiles back at me, 'Thank You Mistress, I'm sure this will help a lot.' 

I walk her to the door, and look around, I see Vanessa touching up her makeup, which was almost immaculate as it was, and of course a man on the couch with his zipper unzipped, with a satisfied grin on his face, 'Mr. Stone, come on in, I understand you were dissatisfied with the service around here?' 

'Umm well maybe '˜dissatisfied' isn't the right word.' Good girl Vanessa. 

The End, At least until the beginning.