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Linda took a deep breath and stepped into Karen’s doorway.  Karen looked up from her phone, and raised a finger as she finished her call. 

“Hey Jerry, I’ve got Linda Lau here in my office so I need to get going. I’ll see you at the country club."  Hanging up, she turned and already had her professional smile in place, but couldn’t hide that edge of impatience that always crept into her voice when she spoke to Linda, “Yes?" 

“Karen, I need to talk to you. Do you have a minute?" 

Karen sighed and checked her watch.  “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes."  Not exactly an invitation.  But Linda decided to take it as one. 

She stepped into the office and closed the door behind her which caused Karen to cock her head in question.  Karen tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned forward, “Yes?" 

Linda handed her a file, which Karen flipped open and scanned through the pages, her brows furrowing.  “What’s this?" 

“It’s a forensic accounting report on the Partner’s retreat you handled last fall," Linda said. 

Karen’s eyes grew cold. “What is this about?" 

“Well, as you can see this very extensive report charts all the financials for the retreat.  I know that the Partners don’t bother to review this stuff, but there were so many odd little things about the way you handled it that I pulled all the files and took them to a forensic accountant.  And then I reviewed it with my personal attorney, and it his opinion that the signatory on these papers was guilty of embezzlement.  That signatory, of course, being you." 

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, Linda, but…" 

It was Linda’s turn to raise a finger to silence Karen. 

“So I pulled the files on the last three retreats that you handled and the recruiting season trips for the last three years.  And you know what?  You’ve embezzled tens of thousands of dollars from this law firm, and it’s not even going to be hard to prove it." 

The defiance on Karen’s face melted away.  “Have you told the Partners yet?" 

“Not yet," said Linda, “Though I’d take it to the police before I took it to the Partners.  There’s a chance the Partners might want to cover this up.  If I took it to the Police I could then put some public pressure on to make sure you’re prosecuted." 

“Why?!" Karen’s face twisted in anguish.  “Do you want me to go to jail?  You do, don’t you! You’ve always been resentful ever since the re-org where they made you report to me. Do you want the money? I don’t have it. I’ve spent it." 

“Oh, I know how you’ve spent it," Linda said.  “I’ve been on your computer and in all your accounts for the last six months." 

“What!" Karen barely bit off calling Linda a bitch.  “You hacked into my computer?" 

“I didn’t have to hack into anything. Every morning when you call me to your office, you make me stand here like an idiot with your coffee and take calls and I’ve watched you log into your computer.  And here’s the thing, dumbass, you use the same password for all of your accounts.  All. Of. Them.  So yes, I’ve been through all your gmail, your online bank statements, all your expenses, your calendars.  It all corroborates that you have in fact embezzled enough money to go to jail for a very long time.  And we both know what your password means, don’t we Karen?  MistressNoir7 – your dominatrix." 

Karen’s hand flew to her mouth, and she bent over looking like she might be sick. 

“What do you want from me? Are you going to turn me into the police?" she said in a whisper. 

“Let’s review," Linda said.  “I have proof that you have been embezzling thousands and thousands of dollars from this firm.  The proof is irrefutable and ties you directly to the money. I have corroborating evidence from your email and bank statements.  And I know that you are as profoundly submissive to your domina as you are a hard case, back stabbing, credit stealing bitch in this office.  As it happens your interests coincide neatly with my own.  So here is my offer: I want your total submission for an entire year.  In exchange for this I will not turn your case over to the police." 

“But…what do you mean total submission?" 

“Professional, physical, sexual, financial.  Total.  For one year.  If I say crawl on the floor and kiss the bottom of my shoe, you will do that. I will control what you wear, how you speak, what you eat, where you go and what you do.  My attorney has copies of these files and if anything were to happen to me, you would be prosecuted.  Just to remove that little avenue of escape for you.  It is in your interest to submit to me.  And I know you’re interested in submission." 

Linda went on, “In this year you will do everything in your power to groom me as your successor at work, and then you will quit and I should move into your job.  That’s why it’s for one year.  And also, I feel that while you wouldn’t make this deal as an open-ended arrangement when you weigh everything carefully you will see that one year of servitude is a good deal for you all things considered.  Certainly better than seven or eight years in jail.  You’ve got a meeting in three minutes.  Wipe your face.  You can give me your answer by end of day. If not I’ll call the police. Good day."

Back in her office Linda took a deep breath and exhaled.  It was going to work.  She felt a tingle of excitement begin to spread through her as she thought of Karen compliant, obedient, deferential, submissive, disciplined.  Tomorrow was Saturday, so they could start with the makeover.  She felt abuzz with anticipation all day but began to doubt herself as the afternoon grew longer.  What if Karen tried to bolt instead? What is she ran away? 

At 4:55 she heard a knock and Karen was standing at her door.  “Come in," Linda said and Karen entered, closing the door behind her. 

“Lock it," Linda said. Click. 

Linda raised her eyebrows waiting for Karen to speak first. 

“I’ve decided to accept the terms of your arrangement," Karen said, tears welling up in her eyes. 

“Excellent," Linda said. “Let’s get started then.  In the office you will answer all of my questions and commands by addressing me directly using my name.  For example, if I say ‘Remove your clothes,’  you will reply, ‘Yes, Linda.’  Do you understand?" 

“Yes, Linda." 

“Let’s check your sense of compliance.  Kneel here before me.  And kiss my fingers and…you’re going to have to convince me that you are submitting to me here.  That you are giving yourself to me wholly, vulnerably.  Though you are here entirely because of my coercion you have to find that within yourself.  That willingness to let go of control.  It can’t just be words." 

“Yes, Linda." 

“In private, you will address me as Mistress." 

“Yes, Mistress."  Karen knelt before Linda.  Tears streamed down Karen’s face as she bent and kissed Linda’s palm and each finger individually, drew that hand to her face to wipe away the tears.  Karen was shaking with emotion, her entire body trembling with fear and apprehension, release and also a familiar desire.  What she had trained her body to do when seeing her domina.  She was aroused. 

Linda pulled a brush from her purse and began brushing out Karen’s blonde hair.  Touchups every three weeks kept it pale yellow, and despite the bleaching it was well conditioned and fell to her shoulder blades in long, perfect layers.  Linda firmly pulled the hair up into a ponytail at the crown of Karen’s head and secured it with a rubber band. 

Linda stood up keeping a firm grip on the ponytail, “Stay kneeling," she instructed, as she pulled Karen into an erect posture. She yanked it tighter so that it pulled at Karen’s hairline painfully.  Karen sat up as high as she could without rising, trying to maintain a perfect dancer’s posture.  Linda roughly jerked at the ponytail, yanking Karen’s head from to side, then pulled back until Karen was looking straight up at the ceiling.  Then Linda pulled out the heavy, orange-handled Fiskar scissors from her pencil cup and waved them in front of Karen’s eyes, which widened at the sight. 

“Mistress…." 

“Beg for you hair." 

“Please don’t cut my hair, Mistress. Please I’ll look foolish. Don’t you want me to look pretty for you?" 

“What will you give me?" 

“Whatever you wish, Mistress. Anything!" 

“Will you give me your kisses?" 

“Yes, Mistress." 

Linda bent down to receive Karen’s eager mouth.  Linda’s neat black corporate bob swung down and tickled against Karen’s face.  It was a long kiss, but Linda never allowed any slack on the ponytail. 

“Mmmmm," Linda murmured appreciatively.  “What else will you give me?" 

“Anything, Mistress.  All I have to offer." 

“Well, but I already own you completely.  And I think you need to feel that and see that in the mirror."  Linda pulled the ponytail completely taut, so hard that the tendons in Karen’s neck strained as she resisted being pulled over.  Linda tauntingly snipped the scissors next to Karen’s ear. 

She opened the blades and slide them over the ponytail and deliberately cut through it.  Karen’s hair yielded before the scissors and the ponytail came off neatly with three cuts, as the hair on the side of her face fell forward into a very rough cut bob.  Linda wiped off Karen’s face with the thick end of the ponytail where it had been cut. 

“Open your mouth," Linda ordered and Karen complied.  Linda shoved the fat end of the ponytail into Karen’s mouth, then, standing over her, Linda ran her fingers through Karen’s hair, massaging the back of her neck, running her hands up the bare nape.  She stood there rocking, pulling Karen’s face into her body, while Karen gagged slightly at her own ponytail.  Linda leaned back and pulled the ponytail from Karen’s mouth, then slapped her across the face with the long ends. 

“You live in the Marina, right?" Linda asked. 

“Yes, Mistress." 

“Well, let’s get going.  We have a long night ahead of us, and a longer day tomorrow.  Don’t think of it as losing your freedom.  Think of it as gaining a full time, live in, free, dominatrix.  It’ll really cut down on your expenses." 

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