17-01-2020, 02:35 PM
There was silence on the line. I finally broke it. Kassie, are you upset with me.
"No, sis, I was trying to get my thoughts together. Truthfully, I am more excited than you can imagine. I am pleased you finally found your real self."
"Huh?"
"Kim, I always felt you preferred girls to boys."
"Why did you say that?"
"You always paid more attention to the female friends I would bring home. At times it seemed as though you wee fawning at their feet. At the same time, you virtually ignored the guys we would bring home.
"What is your girlfriend's name?"
"Kelly."
"How old is she?"
"Thirty-two."
"Shit Kim, she is two years older than I am and nine years older than you. Are you sure it's real? Did she just pick you up on the rebound?"
"I know this is all crazy, Kassie, but I am positive what I am feeling is real. I have never felt this way about anyone. Of course, the possibility of infatuation is always present, but I don't think so. Ok, I know that sounds contradictory, too."
"How did you meet?" I told her about accidentally going into Lisa's, how Sam had introduced us, and how I fell for her, hook, line, and sinker.
"And so, Kimmy dear, you let this older woman pick you up in a bar. She took you home with her and you fell in love. There has to be more to this story."
"Kassie, why did you just call me Kimmy? You haven't used that name in years."
"Come on, sis. It just came out. I used to tease you with that name all the time, because you hated it. What's the big deal?"
"That's the rest of the story, sis. Kelly uses Kimmy as my submissive name." There will be no use beating around the bush now.
"Oh Fuck! You have most assuredly found your real self, haven't you my dear sister???"
"You knew I was submissive, too, Kassie."
"Not in so many words, Kim. You never realized how I had you wrapped around my little finger. You would do absolutely anything I asked. I did love you, and still do, so I tried my best not to take advantage of your desire to please me; at least most of the time," she laughed. "When I had girlfriends over, you were always running to get us drinks, make popcorn, or anything else we wanted. There were one or two who wanted to milk your willingness to be our servant. I had to control their enthusiasm. Don't take me wrong, Kim. They all loved how sweet you were, and I did, too. I also noticed that when I brought a boyfriend home or when my friends also brought their boyfriends, you basically disappeared.
At the same time, I always enjoyed watching you boss your big brother around. I did get the feeling that you liked girls a lot more than you liked guys but didn't think much more about it once you started dating guys. Also, back then, I didn't equate your desire to serve us to being submissive. Hell, I didn't know what submissive meant. I love you, Kim, and wouldn't want anyone else as a sister. Coming out to me doesn't change a thing. I wouldn't recommend telling Keith yet."
"I hadn't planned on telling him. He will find out someday. But I knew I had to tell you."
"Now, Kim, I think you should tell me how a lesbian relationship transformed into a dominant/submissive one."
"Well, Kelly recognized both of those aspects in my personality almost immediately." I went on to explain how I fell under her spell and asked to wear her collar the same night we met.
Without going into details, I told her about agreeing to a temporary M/s contract the following morning. And how I moved in with her.
"Damn, little sister, I don't hear from you for three weeks and you call with all these surprises."
"I guess I have to spill all the beans, big sister." I went into detail how I had agreed to a permanent contact, most of the terms, and how Kelly would "own" and control my life.
"Kim, now that worry's me. I don't want to sound like a cynic, but I guess I am. It sounds like she is taking you for a ride and only trying to get your money."
"I'm sorry, Kassie. I didn't mean it to sound that way. It will take more than this one phone call to explain everything, and I promise I will. There are two important aspects of our compact, that Kelly required, which prove her motives are honest. I am creating a trust for all my assets. She insisted that your kids and Keith's kids are to be the only beneficiaries. In addition, I will be the only beneficiary of a trust she is creating."
"So, when is this collaring ceremony scheduled?"
"This Saturday, Kassie."
"And I wasn't invited."
"I'm sorry, sis. This all just happened yesterday. It would be fantastic if you could be here.
"I don't think that will be possible. I hope you will accept that I will be there in spirit."
"Would you mind giving me Kelly's phone number, Kim?"
"Why"
"I'd like to get to know her a little. I promise I won't say anything that will hurt you. I just would like to know her a little better. I hope you don't mind. I did give her Kelly's number, but then called Kelly to let her know. She was pleased that I had.
'I do have one more important piece of information to tell you."
"It's going to be hard to beat what you just told me."
I ended our conversation by telling her about my new CIO position at Hunter.
"I love you Kassie."
"I love you more, Kim. Good luck this weekend."
Later that day, I called the lawyer Kelly recommended (her name was Brooke), made an appointment to meet Wednesday after work. That night Kelly and I reviewed the amended compact one more time. Neither of us saw a need for any more changes.
Kelly told me that Kassie had, in fact, called her earlier. "We had a very long talk. I learned a lot about my new slave, kimmy." She wouldn't reveal any specifics about the conversation other than to say, "Your sister is very protective of you, isn't she, pet?"
I admitted to that and asked what made her say that. "Well, pet, your sister said that I had better treat you right or my ass will be grass and she will become a lawn mower." We both laughed at that remark. It was typical Kassie.
"How old is she, kimmy?"
"Thirty Mistress. Our brother is thirty one."
"So, one year between your older siblings, then you come along seven years later."
"Yes, we think I was an accident." We both laughed.
On Wednesday I went without panties. Kelly attached a short chain and a small bell to my clit ring. The damn thing tinkled as I walked. I think I turned red every time someone commented on the sound and wondered aloud what its source might be.
Sandra approached me in the lunchroom and whispered, "I'm looking forward to attending your bonding ceremony on Saturday, Kim." I should have realized she would know, but still had a shocked look on my face. Reacting to it, she smiled and said, "My Mistress told me you had agreed to be Kelly's permanent slave. I think it is fab that you will be one of us." She squeezed my hand and slithered off, but not before commenting on the sound of the bell. When I didn't reply she smiled that knowing smile (In case you forgot, Sandra is the warehouse manager who revealed her slave status to me).
My meeting with my Brooke went well. I learned that she was the majority partner in a four-person, all female, firm and that the staff was all female. She assured me that she had no conflict of interest when it came to my agreement with Kelly and affirmed that she was very familiar with the BDSM, D/s, lifestyle. I somehow got the feeling that she was the dominant person in a relationship with one of the other partners.
She was familiar with the base compact of the Venus Coitre and agreed with the changes we made. She highly recommended that we add a list of BDSM activities to which we should both agree with a 'yes,' 'no,' or 'maybe.' Each 'maybe' would have to be discussed before we engaged in that act. She had found it to be quite helpful for other couples she knew. She had prepared an extensive list to be used as an addendum to a compact. When I concurred, she said she would email a 'fillable PDF' to Kelly to make it easy for us to complete. Kelly and I spent the evening going over each item. She added it to the compact when we finished.
By Friday morning I was riding on an endorphin high. Knowing I had a couple important meetings scheduled, Kelly insisted I wear my best power suit, with a blouse, thigh highs, and heels; no bra or panties. A "Y" chain connected my nipple rings and clit ring.
While I had to concentrate on the contents of the meetings and some additional training, I knew that my mind would be speculating on Saturday's activities. Even during the first meeting I was positive that my female musk was drifting from beneath my skirt. At the same time, I prayed it was my imagination.
When I returned to my desk after that first meeting, I was surprised to see an email from Melissa in HR. She directed me to report to her office as soon as possible to discuss a matter of extreme importance. The tone of the message was one that would cause concern to anyone who received it. It was nearly lunch time, so I called to insure she was in. She indicated that she was about to leave for lunch, but this matter was so important we needed to discuss it immediately.
When I entered her office, Melissa, in a stern tone, ordered me to shut the door and take a seat. Before I could ask any questions, she said, "Kim, normally the personal life of an employee should not concern his or her employer." I nodded my head in agreement as she continued. "However, you have to agree that when the employee is a high-level manager or officer, their personal life can affect the image of the whole company."
My defensive mechanism engaged immediately, and I replied, "I fully agree, but what does that have to do with me?"
"I have recently heard some rumors about you that I find difficult to believe."
"What kind of rumors, Mel?"
"That you are a... I'm not quite sure how to phrase this...living with another woman."
"That is correct. She is a very good friend. Many women have females as roommates. So what! That's not against any company rules or law." I said, forcefully.
"Well, in itself, that would not be a problem. After all, even if you were, let's say, more than friends, that kind of lifestyle is more acceptable than it was a decade or so ago."
"And what do you mean by 'more than friends,' and 'that kind of lifestyle?' I told you that she is just a good friend. Just what are you trying to imply." As she said, this questioning involved my personal life and even considering her statement about the 'company's image', I didn't think they had any business bringing it up. While her comments did worry me a little, I intended to stand my ground.
In a somewhat embarrassed tone she said, "What I mean by 'more than just friends,' is that I understand your relationship is somewhat more than platonic."
"Are implying that I am a lesbian?"
"That is what I my source has told me in addition to some other, shall I say, interesting aspects of your relationship."
I lost my cool, "Excuse me, but what the fuck if it is? There isn't any ethical clause in my employment contract that forbids one from having a partner of the same sex." I was getting more pissed. "And who the hell is your source?"
"Please watch your language, young lady. I want this to be a manageable discussion, not a confrontation. Right now, my source is of no concern to you. To answer your other question, the powers that be would consider having a lesbian as a high-level manager would be an embarrassment to the company. Since you aren't denying it, I think I can assume you are in a lesbian relationship."
"Right now, Melissa, I am not confirming anything and denying everything. I could sue you and the company just for bringing up the subject." Once again, I reminded her in no uncertain terms that nothing in my contract or the company personnel manual forbade it.
"Well, actually, I didn't want to add the second part, but your threat of a lawsuit would not be in your best interest. I don't think you want to air your personal life in a courtroom." I stared at her as she continued. "As I hinted, we know about the other part of your relationship with your female friend. Your contract does forbid immoral behavior that can be embarrassing to the company. That clause can have a broad meaning."
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on, Kim. I know that if you pulled up your skirt right now, I'd see an engraved ID tag that says you are the property, I think that means slave, of someone named Kelly. I'm sure that would really pique the interest of the prudes on the board. It just so happens that I even know who Kelly is."
"This is a bunch of bullshit. I don't have to listen to you anymore." I exclaimed as I stood up and turned to leave her office.
In a very terse tone, she ordered me to back. "Sit down kimmy! I think we can work things out here. It is in your best interest to hear me out. I know we can find a way to keep your secret in my office." Something in the tone of her voice and her use of my slave name made me return to the chair.
"You need to know that I haven't passed any of this information upstairs. I must admit that when I was first told that you were the slave of a woman, I found it difficult to believe. After all, your commanding personality is one of the reasons we hired you. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became. As I indicated, I decided that you and I might be able to come to some agreement where we could keep your secret within the walls of my office."
"What are you trying to do, blackmail me?"
"Oh, I wouldn't call it that. Let's just consider my request as a quid pro quo."
"And if I admit to your unfounded accusations, what would my 'quid' be?"
She stared at me for a long time then smiled. "As I said, I have become intrigued and would like to know more about that lifestyle. I want you to strip, show me your piercings then tell me what it's like being a submissive and a slave."
"I can't do that!"
"And why not?"
"First of all, I am not admitting to your accusation. Secondly, if I were truly a slave to someone, you should realize that I couldn't comply with your request without first having the permission of my owner. "
She picked up her phone and called her secretary. The short conversation only added to my confusion. "Send her in." A few seconds later her door opened. I turned to see Sandra walk into the room. "I didn't want to do this, but I figured if you see my source, you'd know my information is correct."
"Sandra, how could you betray me like this?" I shouted.
"I'm sorry, Kim. I had no choice. She caught on to me, too. I had to give you up to save my own ass and my job."
Melissa then called my bluff by picking up her cell phone and handing it to me. "Either you call Kelly and get permission to do what I ask or start packing your desk."
My gut feel was that Melissa was bullshitting with the threat of firing me. I could not imagine a modern-day employer taking such a stand. They would have to show a history of job-related problems. There wasn't even a probationary period of employment in my contract. I did realize that she could, over a short period of time, set me up with some trumped-up warnings, etc., but didn't think she would. While I wondered if there really was some ill-defined morals clause in my contract that I didn't remember, I decided to shove the bluff right back in Melissa's face and show her that I was proud of my relationship with Kelly. I dialed Kelly's cell.
"Mistress, I have a little problem," I said, looking directly at Melissa and grinning as I emphasized Kelly's title.
I continued with a very detailed explanation of the situation including the dismissal threat. When I finished Kelly said, "Let me talk to the bitch."
My grin widened when I handed the phone to Melissa and told her, "My Mistress wants to talk with you." I emphasized the word "Mistress."
A long conversation ensued. I only heard Melissa's side, of course, during which she repeated what she had already said to me. She also explained the allusive "morals clause." The rest of her side of the conversation consisted primarily of short replies, mostly "yes, and no." I just knew that Kelly was reaming her ass and was a little surprised when she laughed and said, "Yes, I understand." She then handed the phone back to me. "Your Mistress has something to say to you." She also put emphasis on the word Mistress. At this point, I didn't expect her to be the one who would be grinning, yet she was.
To Kelly I said, "Yes, ma'am?"
"Pet, I want you to do anything Melissa wants."
"Ma'am?"
"What did you not understand about what I just said?"
"Mistress, I understand what you said, but I do not understand why you said it."
"Pet, haven't you learned, by now, that you do not have to understand my orders. You just have to trust me and obey them. Let me restate what I said so there is no misunderstanding. You are to follow any and all of Melissa's orders as though they were coming directly from me. If she told you to strip, then you will remove your clothes for her. She knows enough to have you fired."
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, somewhat brusquely, a tear forming in my eye. I stood, handed the phone back to a grinning Melissa, and reached for the top button of my jacket.
"No, sis, I was trying to get my thoughts together. Truthfully, I am more excited than you can imagine. I am pleased you finally found your real self."
"Huh?"
"Kim, I always felt you preferred girls to boys."
"Why did you say that?"
"You always paid more attention to the female friends I would bring home. At times it seemed as though you wee fawning at their feet. At the same time, you virtually ignored the guys we would bring home.
"What is your girlfriend's name?"
"Kelly."
"How old is she?"
"Thirty-two."
"Shit Kim, she is two years older than I am and nine years older than you. Are you sure it's real? Did she just pick you up on the rebound?"
"I know this is all crazy, Kassie, but I am positive what I am feeling is real. I have never felt this way about anyone. Of course, the possibility of infatuation is always present, but I don't think so. Ok, I know that sounds contradictory, too."
"How did you meet?" I told her about accidentally going into Lisa's, how Sam had introduced us, and how I fell for her, hook, line, and sinker.
"And so, Kimmy dear, you let this older woman pick you up in a bar. She took you home with her and you fell in love. There has to be more to this story."
"Kassie, why did you just call me Kimmy? You haven't used that name in years."
"Come on, sis. It just came out. I used to tease you with that name all the time, because you hated it. What's the big deal?"
"That's the rest of the story, sis. Kelly uses Kimmy as my submissive name." There will be no use beating around the bush now.
"Oh Fuck! You have most assuredly found your real self, haven't you my dear sister???"
"You knew I was submissive, too, Kassie."
"Not in so many words, Kim. You never realized how I had you wrapped around my little finger. You would do absolutely anything I asked. I did love you, and still do, so I tried my best not to take advantage of your desire to please me; at least most of the time," she laughed. "When I had girlfriends over, you were always running to get us drinks, make popcorn, or anything else we wanted. There were one or two who wanted to milk your willingness to be our servant. I had to control their enthusiasm. Don't take me wrong, Kim. They all loved how sweet you were, and I did, too. I also noticed that when I brought a boyfriend home or when my friends also brought their boyfriends, you basically disappeared.
At the same time, I always enjoyed watching you boss your big brother around. I did get the feeling that you liked girls a lot more than you liked guys but didn't think much more about it once you started dating guys. Also, back then, I didn't equate your desire to serve us to being submissive. Hell, I didn't know what submissive meant. I love you, Kim, and wouldn't want anyone else as a sister. Coming out to me doesn't change a thing. I wouldn't recommend telling Keith yet."
"I hadn't planned on telling him. He will find out someday. But I knew I had to tell you."
"Now, Kim, I think you should tell me how a lesbian relationship transformed into a dominant/submissive one."
"Well, Kelly recognized both of those aspects in my personality almost immediately." I went on to explain how I fell under her spell and asked to wear her collar the same night we met.
Without going into details, I told her about agreeing to a temporary M/s contract the following morning. And how I moved in with her.
"Damn, little sister, I don't hear from you for three weeks and you call with all these surprises."
"I guess I have to spill all the beans, big sister." I went into detail how I had agreed to a permanent contact, most of the terms, and how Kelly would "own" and control my life.
"Kim, now that worry's me. I don't want to sound like a cynic, but I guess I am. It sounds like she is taking you for a ride and only trying to get your money."
"I'm sorry, Kassie. I didn't mean it to sound that way. It will take more than this one phone call to explain everything, and I promise I will. There are two important aspects of our compact, that Kelly required, which prove her motives are honest. I am creating a trust for all my assets. She insisted that your kids and Keith's kids are to be the only beneficiaries. In addition, I will be the only beneficiary of a trust she is creating."
"So, when is this collaring ceremony scheduled?"
"This Saturday, Kassie."
"And I wasn't invited."
"I'm sorry, sis. This all just happened yesterday. It would be fantastic if you could be here.
"I don't think that will be possible. I hope you will accept that I will be there in spirit."
"Would you mind giving me Kelly's phone number, Kim?"
"Why"
"I'd like to get to know her a little. I promise I won't say anything that will hurt you. I just would like to know her a little better. I hope you don't mind. I did give her Kelly's number, but then called Kelly to let her know. She was pleased that I had.
'I do have one more important piece of information to tell you."
"It's going to be hard to beat what you just told me."
I ended our conversation by telling her about my new CIO position at Hunter.
"I love you Kassie."
"I love you more, Kim. Good luck this weekend."
Later that day, I called the lawyer Kelly recommended (her name was Brooke), made an appointment to meet Wednesday after work. That night Kelly and I reviewed the amended compact one more time. Neither of us saw a need for any more changes.
Kelly told me that Kassie had, in fact, called her earlier. "We had a very long talk. I learned a lot about my new slave, kimmy." She wouldn't reveal any specifics about the conversation other than to say, "Your sister is very protective of you, isn't she, pet?"
I admitted to that and asked what made her say that. "Well, pet, your sister said that I had better treat you right or my ass will be grass and she will become a lawn mower." We both laughed at that remark. It was typical Kassie.
"How old is she, kimmy?"
"Thirty Mistress. Our brother is thirty one."
"So, one year between your older siblings, then you come along seven years later."
"Yes, we think I was an accident." We both laughed.
On Wednesday I went without panties. Kelly attached a short chain and a small bell to my clit ring. The damn thing tinkled as I walked. I think I turned red every time someone commented on the sound and wondered aloud what its source might be.
Sandra approached me in the lunchroom and whispered, "I'm looking forward to attending your bonding ceremony on Saturday, Kim." I should have realized she would know, but still had a shocked look on my face. Reacting to it, she smiled and said, "My Mistress told me you had agreed to be Kelly's permanent slave. I think it is fab that you will be one of us." She squeezed my hand and slithered off, but not before commenting on the sound of the bell. When I didn't reply she smiled that knowing smile (In case you forgot, Sandra is the warehouse manager who revealed her slave status to me).
My meeting with my Brooke went well. I learned that she was the majority partner in a four-person, all female, firm and that the staff was all female. She assured me that she had no conflict of interest when it came to my agreement with Kelly and affirmed that she was very familiar with the BDSM, D/s, lifestyle. I somehow got the feeling that she was the dominant person in a relationship with one of the other partners.
She was familiar with the base compact of the Venus Coitre and agreed with the changes we made. She highly recommended that we add a list of BDSM activities to which we should both agree with a 'yes,' 'no,' or 'maybe.' Each 'maybe' would have to be discussed before we engaged in that act. She had found it to be quite helpful for other couples she knew. She had prepared an extensive list to be used as an addendum to a compact. When I concurred, she said she would email a 'fillable PDF' to Kelly to make it easy for us to complete. Kelly and I spent the evening going over each item. She added it to the compact when we finished.
By Friday morning I was riding on an endorphin high. Knowing I had a couple important meetings scheduled, Kelly insisted I wear my best power suit, with a blouse, thigh highs, and heels; no bra or panties. A "Y" chain connected my nipple rings and clit ring.
While I had to concentrate on the contents of the meetings and some additional training, I knew that my mind would be speculating on Saturday's activities. Even during the first meeting I was positive that my female musk was drifting from beneath my skirt. At the same time, I prayed it was my imagination.
When I returned to my desk after that first meeting, I was surprised to see an email from Melissa in HR. She directed me to report to her office as soon as possible to discuss a matter of extreme importance. The tone of the message was one that would cause concern to anyone who received it. It was nearly lunch time, so I called to insure she was in. She indicated that she was about to leave for lunch, but this matter was so important we needed to discuss it immediately.
When I entered her office, Melissa, in a stern tone, ordered me to shut the door and take a seat. Before I could ask any questions, she said, "Kim, normally the personal life of an employee should not concern his or her employer." I nodded my head in agreement as she continued. "However, you have to agree that when the employee is a high-level manager or officer, their personal life can affect the image of the whole company."
My defensive mechanism engaged immediately, and I replied, "I fully agree, but what does that have to do with me?"
"I have recently heard some rumors about you that I find difficult to believe."
"What kind of rumors, Mel?"
"That you are a... I'm not quite sure how to phrase this...living with another woman."
"That is correct. She is a very good friend. Many women have females as roommates. So what! That's not against any company rules or law." I said, forcefully.
"Well, in itself, that would not be a problem. After all, even if you were, let's say, more than friends, that kind of lifestyle is more acceptable than it was a decade or so ago."
"And what do you mean by 'more than friends,' and 'that kind of lifestyle?' I told you that she is just a good friend. Just what are you trying to imply." As she said, this questioning involved my personal life and even considering her statement about the 'company's image', I didn't think they had any business bringing it up. While her comments did worry me a little, I intended to stand my ground.
In a somewhat embarrassed tone she said, "What I mean by 'more than just friends,' is that I understand your relationship is somewhat more than platonic."
"Are implying that I am a lesbian?"
"That is what I my source has told me in addition to some other, shall I say, interesting aspects of your relationship."
I lost my cool, "Excuse me, but what the fuck if it is? There isn't any ethical clause in my employment contract that forbids one from having a partner of the same sex." I was getting more pissed. "And who the hell is your source?"
"Please watch your language, young lady. I want this to be a manageable discussion, not a confrontation. Right now, my source is of no concern to you. To answer your other question, the powers that be would consider having a lesbian as a high-level manager would be an embarrassment to the company. Since you aren't denying it, I think I can assume you are in a lesbian relationship."
"Right now, Melissa, I am not confirming anything and denying everything. I could sue you and the company just for bringing up the subject." Once again, I reminded her in no uncertain terms that nothing in my contract or the company personnel manual forbade it.
"Well, actually, I didn't want to add the second part, but your threat of a lawsuit would not be in your best interest. I don't think you want to air your personal life in a courtroom." I stared at her as she continued. "As I hinted, we know about the other part of your relationship with your female friend. Your contract does forbid immoral behavior that can be embarrassing to the company. That clause can have a broad meaning."
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on, Kim. I know that if you pulled up your skirt right now, I'd see an engraved ID tag that says you are the property, I think that means slave, of someone named Kelly. I'm sure that would really pique the interest of the prudes on the board. It just so happens that I even know who Kelly is."
"This is a bunch of bullshit. I don't have to listen to you anymore." I exclaimed as I stood up and turned to leave her office.
In a very terse tone, she ordered me to back. "Sit down kimmy! I think we can work things out here. It is in your best interest to hear me out. I know we can find a way to keep your secret in my office." Something in the tone of her voice and her use of my slave name made me return to the chair.
"You need to know that I haven't passed any of this information upstairs. I must admit that when I was first told that you were the slave of a woman, I found it difficult to believe. After all, your commanding personality is one of the reasons we hired you. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became. As I indicated, I decided that you and I might be able to come to some agreement where we could keep your secret within the walls of my office."
"What are you trying to do, blackmail me?"
"Oh, I wouldn't call it that. Let's just consider my request as a quid pro quo."
"And if I admit to your unfounded accusations, what would my 'quid' be?"
She stared at me for a long time then smiled. "As I said, I have become intrigued and would like to know more about that lifestyle. I want you to strip, show me your piercings then tell me what it's like being a submissive and a slave."
"I can't do that!"
"And why not?"
"First of all, I am not admitting to your accusation. Secondly, if I were truly a slave to someone, you should realize that I couldn't comply with your request without first having the permission of my owner. "
She picked up her phone and called her secretary. The short conversation only added to my confusion. "Send her in." A few seconds later her door opened. I turned to see Sandra walk into the room. "I didn't want to do this, but I figured if you see my source, you'd know my information is correct."
"Sandra, how could you betray me like this?" I shouted.
"I'm sorry, Kim. I had no choice. She caught on to me, too. I had to give you up to save my own ass and my job."
Melissa then called my bluff by picking up her cell phone and handing it to me. "Either you call Kelly and get permission to do what I ask or start packing your desk."
My gut feel was that Melissa was bullshitting with the threat of firing me. I could not imagine a modern-day employer taking such a stand. They would have to show a history of job-related problems. There wasn't even a probationary period of employment in my contract. I did realize that she could, over a short period of time, set me up with some trumped-up warnings, etc., but didn't think she would. While I wondered if there really was some ill-defined morals clause in my contract that I didn't remember, I decided to shove the bluff right back in Melissa's face and show her that I was proud of my relationship with Kelly. I dialed Kelly's cell.
"Mistress, I have a little problem," I said, looking directly at Melissa and grinning as I emphasized Kelly's title.
I continued with a very detailed explanation of the situation including the dismissal threat. When I finished Kelly said, "Let me talk to the bitch."
My grin widened when I handed the phone to Melissa and told her, "My Mistress wants to talk with you." I emphasized the word "Mistress."
A long conversation ensued. I only heard Melissa's side, of course, during which she repeated what she had already said to me. She also explained the allusive "morals clause." The rest of her side of the conversation consisted primarily of short replies, mostly "yes, and no." I just knew that Kelly was reaming her ass and was a little surprised when she laughed and said, "Yes, I understand." She then handed the phone back to me. "Your Mistress has something to say to you." She also put emphasis on the word Mistress. At this point, I didn't expect her to be the one who would be grinning, yet she was.
To Kelly I said, "Yes, ma'am?"
"Pet, I want you to do anything Melissa wants."
"Ma'am?"
"What did you not understand about what I just said?"
"Mistress, I understand what you said, but I do not understand why you said it."
"Pet, haven't you learned, by now, that you do not have to understand my orders. You just have to trust me and obey them. Let me restate what I said so there is no misunderstanding. You are to follow any and all of Melissa's orders as though they were coming directly from me. If she told you to strip, then you will remove your clothes for her. She knows enough to have you fired."
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, somewhat brusquely, a tear forming in my eye. I stood, handed the phone back to a grinning Melissa, and reached for the top button of my jacket.
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