Claire's Journey into Submission and Torment

Claire's journey into submission and torment

Claire was a simple girl, attractive and ambitious.  Little could she guess on that first day at work that it would lead to pain and suffering beyond her wildest imaginings.

Part one - first day

This was it - this was the day!  Finally she was going to be her own boss - a real job, her own flat and freedom at last.  When Jarvis and Co had offered Claire the job she could hardly beleive it, but now here she was, getting ready for her first day.  OK the post of office assistant was a lowly place to start but she was doing what she wanted to do - getting ready for work like all the other girls she had been at college with.  And it wouldn't be long before other opportunities came up - she would make sure of that - this was why her preparation this morning was so important.

She was starting to learn that her looks were something she could use to advantage.  Claire had been fairly plain all through school but in her late teens and through college had blossomed.  She had always been slim but the features that had given her a rather pinched look before now gave her a fine, thin lipped mouth to match her green eyes.  She allowed her blonde hair to grow long and straight - and had learned that her ready smile could have a dramatic effect on her male acquantences

The new job had demanded a shopping trip at the weekend - she knew well what other office girls wore, especially in smart offices like Jarvis.  Even down to new lingerie - well it would make her feel good - and it certainly did as she put on the white satin bra and carefully positioned the white satin g string between her legs.  Was the lacy supender belt a bit over the top - too bridal?  No - just the thing she decided, and once she had smoothed on her black stockings she looked in the mirror.  Almost a shame that no-one will see, she thought  In the shops Claire had thought long and hard about the appropriate length for her business skirt.  In the end she had gone for above the knee but not short - the sort of skirt a serious career girl would wear.  And again going for the classic look she had picked a plain white collared blouse, which was fitted perfectly to her slim frame.  She wore heels well and chose court stilletos to complete the ensemble along with her suit jacket.  One more look - yes - I will be office manager in months she thought.

At last she was walking to work like all the other girls did - striding confidently, knowing that she looked great and that she was going to do a great job.  "Hi, I'm here to see Mr Jarvis - I start work today"  she said to the girl on reception.  With some pleasure she noticed that the girl looked admiringly at her - though she tried not to show it.  "He's expecting you - go on up" she said "Third floor"'

"Come in come in" said the man who greeted her at the lift - he was taller than she remembered from the interview and actually rather good looking.  "Welcome - it's great to see you".  She couldn't help but notice as he showed her around that he kept glancing at her - she could see that he liked what he saw - she had clearly chosen well.  Her own job at last! 

"Here's your chair" he said, pointing to a chair behind a desk positioned to the side of his office but facing him.  Claire was a little disappointed that it didn't seem to be a normal swivel office chair, but more a padded wooden afair.  But never mind - it was time to start work.

Part 2 - Humiliation

The first three days had not been exciting but Claire was happy with the rather menial work - typing, filing, taking calls, etc.  Mr Jarvis didn't talk much other than to give her instructions but he was kind and she got the impression that he thought she was doing a good job.  At the end of the day he put down the phone to a customer and turned to Claire:

"Claire I wonder if you could do me a favour tomorrow?"

"Of course Mr Jarvis"

"Well, we have some important customers coming in tomorrow and I really need to make them feel looked after.  We will have a meal in this office at lunchtime - would you mind being around to serve drinks, etc?"
"Of course not Mr Jarvis - that's no problem at all"

"Just one thing" said Jarvis "I need you to wear something a little more - well - waitress-like, could you do that?"

"Err - I'm not quite sure what you mean"

"Well - your white blouse is perfect - but it would be good if you could wear a much shorter skirt"

"Oh - er - I'm not sure Mr Jarvis - I'm not really that ..."

"Is this going to be a problem?" A hint of steel crept into his voice.

"No Mr Jarvis - I'm sure it will be fine"

"Good - take the rest of the day off but make sure you look the part tomorrow"

"Thank you Mr Jarvis"

Claire walked towards the door

"Oh and by the way - the stockings and suspenders you are wearing are perfect so you should certainly wear those tomorrow"

Claire felt a blush creep across her chest and over her face - how did he know she was wearing suspenders?  Suddenly her choice of lingerie felt much less appropriate.

Claire put off thinking about what to wear until the following morning.  There were plenty of options of course - Claire was enough of a party animal to have a selection of short skirts available - but the whole thing had thrown her off balance.  She had beleived that she had been chosen because of her ability - not because she would look the part.  Stupid, she told herself, it's just to impress a few clients - if it helps Jarvis & Co for her to dress up a little and flirt with a customer or two then what's the problem - get on and choose.

She decided to stick with black but didn't like the look of the super tight skirts with her office blouse.  She settled on one which was just as short but had some shape and flipped a little as she walked.  And it was walking that she tested now, just to make sure that it was possible withough showing the the tops of her stockings.  It took some care but it was possible - just.

"Thank you Claire" said Jarvis later in the morning "You look perfect.  I hope you don't mind doing this for me - I sensed you were a little uncomfortable yesterday?"

"No Mr Jarvis - it's fine - it was silly of me"

"Well it means a lot" he said - his eyes drifting down to take in the full length of her legs - the admiration clear to see. 

The guests arrived at midday and Claire showed them into the office.  As she led the way she sensed their eyes on her legs - "like pigs in clover" she thought to herself.  After they were seated she brought in lunch and drinks, making eye contact with the visitors and flirting just a little.  Intending to leave them to eat she started towards the door.

"Hold on Claire" said Jarvis "we may need you again - just stand there would you please" indicating a spot in the middle of the room where all three of them could see her clearly across the table.

"What?"

"That's it - just stand there in case we need you"

"But .."

"Thank you Claire" a hint of yesterday's steel returning

Blushing Claire stood where she was commanded - it was clear that she was less a waitress on this occasion and more an ornament.  As the three men spoke they would look at her, their eyes taking in every part of her.  She felt hot - she was aware that as she moved her short flippy skirt moved as well - playing over her upper thighs. 

She had stood their a few moments when Jarvis asked: "Claire would you mind passing us those files over there - the red ones?"

Claire looked behind her - a pile of red files on the floor - three piles of files with some other smaller stuff on the top

"There is a set for each of us"

The files were on the floor - in heels and a miniskirt there was no way she was going to get down there without showing something - clearly that was the intention.  She tried to squat down slightly sideways for the first one but in doing so the skirt rode up hopelessly to show her stocking tops and suspenders.  Standing up she moved to the table.

"Bring them around would you please dear" said Jarvis

As she placed the first one next to the first visitor she felt him slip a hand between her legs

"Hey!" she said, jumping back

"Claire, is there a problem .....?" That steely voice again - what was it about that voice that made her obey him?

"No Mr Jarvis - sorry"

She brought over the next pile of files and placed it next to the other visitor.  This time the hand went straight to her panties roughly feeling between her legs.  She moved quickly away without saying anything and returned for the final stack.  As she stood the pile toppled and fell, scattering files and papers across the floor.  She squatted down to pick them up

"Oh dear - let me help you" said Jarvis, approaching from the table.  But as he reached down he brushed firmly against her, knocking her from her squat position onto hands and knees.  In this position the visitors would be able to see right up her skirt, her panties, the lot.  She started to get onto her feet again

"Come on - get these picked up - stop fiddling about" said Jarvis impatiently, a hand on her shoulder.  A sob escaped Claire's throat - the humiliation complete - she had become entertainment for the guests, pure and simple, and she gathered all the papers as they ogled at her.

"You may leave us now" said Jarvis after the papers had been collected.  She walked to the door without looking back.  She didn't stop at the desk but walked straight out of the door.  This was not the secretarial job she dreamed of, she was not going to be treated like this.  Jarvis would have to find someone else to decorate his office - she would find another job.

Part 3 - Capture

The next morning Claire woke up resigned to going back to job hunting.  Boring and stressful as it was, at least it was better than being made the office tart - the memories of yesterday were still fresh.  Amongst the bills was an official looking envelope she didn't recognise.

"Dear Claire", it read, "we recieved your application for a secretarial post in our company a few weeks ago.  Please accept our apologies for the delay in responding but if you are still looking for a post we would be happy to offer you an interview.  Please call us on the number above"

As easy as that, Claire thought, one door closes and another opens!  She picked up the phone straight away.  Yes, she told the pleasant sounding man at the other end, of course she could come today - this morning even.

No more short skirts this morning, she reverted to the office wear she had worn at Jarvis on the first few days, and feeling very much the business woman set off for the address they had given her.  The address that Solomon Holdings gave on the phone didn't have anything to indicate that the company was based there except a small plaque on the door showing the number matching the address she had been given.  She pressed the bell and a buzzer sounded along with a disembodied voice saying "Come up please - first floor"

The stairs were fairly old and shabby - Claire felt a tinge of disappointment that this was not the corporate style she had hoped for.  Reaching the first floor there was only one door in front of her - it was ajar but silent inside.  She pushed at the door and walked inside.

Before she could take a step she was roughly shoved from behind into the room and an arm clamped around her throat, stifling the scream that was rising.  Another hand clamped over her mouth and nose with what felt like a hankerchief.  What was that smell, she thought, but it was her last as the room went fuzzy, then dark ....

.....

Some time later, she had no idea how long, she heard voices swimming in and out of consciousness - just words - nothing making sense.  She was dimly aware that she was sitting.  She tried opening her eyes but it made no more sense, just shapes moving around.  Gradually the patterns started to make sense and turned into people - two of them.  She made to stand up but couldn't make her arms and legs do what she wanted them to do.

"She's coming round " said a voice which sounded strangely familiar, and for some reason very frightening.

"Hello Claire" said the voice again "Welcome back"

At the same moment she recognised both the voice and the man in front of her - it was Jarvis.  She was sitting in her old office chair - the heavy wooden one.  But things had changed.  The reason she couldn't move her arms and legs was that both were strapped to the arms and legs of the chair with heavy leather straps.  Another wide strap held her waist tightly to the back of the chair and finally, most frighteningly of all, a wide leather collar around her neck was clearly fixed to the high back of the chair, affording her very little movement.

"What is this? Let me go?" she spluttered, pulling at the straps

"This, my girl, is your new job"

"But I don't work here - I left - get me out of this stuff"

"I'm sorry, I don't think you understand - you work here - you work for me - you will stay here - you will not leave - understand?"

"No - you're a pervert - I'm not working for you - bastard" spat Claire

"Oh but I think you will - wait a moment - I have some things you will be interested in"

Jarvis walked across the room and returned with a set of large format photos and some papers:

"We take drug abuse very seriously in this company and we were suspicious about your behaviour so we had you followed".  He spread the photos out on the table in front of her.  They showed her sitting in a park next to another girl, in the sequence she was clearly passing a small package over to the other girl and taking money in return.

"That doesn't prove anything" said Claire

"No" said the other man in the room - she had forgotten about him but he came forward now - a police officer "but the drugs we found in your bag and in our search of your flat do"

"No" sreamed Claire "I dont do drugs - I never have"

"Well the quantities we found mean that you must have been dealing - too much for your own use"

"THis is mad - let me out of here"

"OK" said the policeman "you have that option.  And if you leave here you will be arrested and charged with crack dealing.  With the evidence we have you will get - say - five years.  Your family will be heartbroken of course - career ruined - you won't get a job at the checkout after that lot.  Or you can stay with Mr Jarvis here - him and me have a little agreement.  You work for with him for three months - if you leave, dont turn up for work, or tell anyone about what you do here the information I have will become public and you will be charged.  If you stay the three months all the information will be destroyed - which is it to be"

"But ..." it was hopeless - they had loads of evidence - it had clearly been planted but what could she do.  Something like this would kill her mother - she would have do to it.  Perhaps it wouldn;t be so bad - just more of the stuff like yesterday.

"OK - I'll sign"

"Sensible girl - sign here" He untied her right arm and gave her a pen.  The paper read simply "I surrender myself to Mr Jarvis for a period of three months service.  I understand that should he be displeased with me in any way he may at any time terminate this agreement and hand all drug dealing evidence over to the police.  At the end of the period the evidence will be destroyed and I will be free of obligations"  Claire hesitated at the surrender word but she was keen to get out of these straps so she signed.

"Well I'm all done here" said the cop "Have fun with her!"

"Oh I will" said Jarvis "I will"

Claire went cold at the sound of his voice - what had she done?

Part 4 - Preparation

"Well Claire" said Jarvis "It looks as if we will need to learn to get on with one another doesn't it?"

Claire just stared at him - he had made no move to remove her restraints.

"Actually it's pretty easy - you just need to learn to do as you are told - do that and we will get along just fine.

"But there will be a few changes in your work pattern - and in your duties.  But you will be really successful at making those changes - I'm sure of it"

Again Claire said nothing - she was panicking inside - an increasing certainty that she had made the most terrible mistake.  But she calmed a little when Jarvis said:

"OK - lets get you untied" and started to undo the straps holding her to the chair.  She stood up, a little shakily, but it was good to stand on her own two feet again.  She could feel some confidence - and hope - returning.

"OK - now we have had some nonsense about what to wear in the office so I have arranged your new office clothes for you - put these on"

He gestured towards a small pile - actually a very small pile - of clothes on a chair to one side. "Go on - see how they fit"

Claire walked over and picked up two garments - one was a very flimsy see-through white blouse and the other was a black satin pleated skirt.  Actually skirt was an exaggeration as this could have been no more than six or seven inches long.

"Go on - put them on"

"But .... these are indecent!"

"You will look just great - put them on"

"No - I can't wear these - I just can't"

"OK - falling at the first hurdle are you - can I remind you of your contract" he waved a piece of paper at her "One more refusal and I make the call"

Claire stammered once again - but then thought of jail and the reaction of her family.  She turned to the tiny pile, picked it up and made towards the door.

"Where are you going?" asked Jarvis

"To change"

"You will do it here - get on with it - and take off all your exsiting clothes - you won't be needing any of them"

Jarvis sat in a comfortable chair, feet up on the table, and settled down to watch.  Claire knew it was hopeless - she was trapped.  Feeling numb she started to take off her blouse, fumbling each button and aware of his gaze on her body as it was gradually exposed.  Then she stepped out of the skirt and was left in just her lingerie - on that first day it had given her confidence but now, with his eyes all over her, she wished she had chosen something more frumpy.  She tried to delay the inevitiable by taking ages to undo her shoes but the moment finally came - she reached behind her and unclipped her bra - her hands instinctively covering her breasts.  But even that cover had to be abandoned when she need to reach down to undo her suspenders and slip off her stockings.  Finally, she slipped her fingers into her panties and slid them down her slim and smooth legs.

"OK - now you may get dressed" said Jarvis

Claire slipped on the blouse and did up the buttons one by one.  It was the most transparent material she could imagine - Claire was proud of her breasts and the fact that she could happily go without a bra, but this material seemed to almost exaggerate her nakedness - everything was on view and her nipples clearly caused a dimple in the material.  But the skirt was worse - although she tried to pull it down as far as she could it covered nothing - the hem reaching a level a fraction above her pussy.  Whilst it might shield her sex from someone standing next to her anyone further away or sitting down would see the whole thing.  Claire was totally shaven so her exposure was complete.

"Now the shoes" said Jarvis flatly

Claire hadn't seen the shoes - they were pushed a little under the chair.  When she pulled them out she gasped - she had seen nothing like this before.  The heel was huge - as long as the foot of the shoe.  The toe of the shoe didn't flatten out like a normal stiletto but ended in a downward point - just like a ballet dancer on points.  "They are called ballet heels - I hope you like them" chuckled Jarvis "Go on - put them on"

Claire sat down and started to put them on - the straps were tight but the fit was good - Jarvis had clearly done his preparation well.  They strained her foot a little but it wasn't particularly uncomfortable.

"Stand up" said Jarvis when she had finished.  But this was a whole new problem.  Claire grasped at the arm of the chair as she lost her balance and almost fell.  Pulling herself upright she stood in all her glory - the once proud office assistant turned sex object.  The shoes made the picture complete - they forced her to stand with her chest out, knowing that her legs and sex were exposed but unable to look down or do anything about it.

"Come over here" said Jarvis, pointing to the office chair.  Claire started to walk but it was a challenge.  More than once she nearly stumbled  - the points of her toes were starting to hurt - this was harder than she thought.

"Sit"

Claire sat down at the old desk.  Immediately Jarvis whipped a collar around her neck - but this was not a thin, dog collar type that she had worn before, this was wide - very wide - with a tope that pushed her chin upwards.  He started to tighten it "Wait" she cried but he carried on until the fit was snug.  "I can't breathe!" exclaimed Claire

"Yes you can" said Jarvis "otherwise you couldn't talk

"Get used to it as you will wear it all the time from now on" and saying this he fixed a clip on the back of the collar to a ring on the chair and walked back to his own desk saying "The work is the same - get on with it"

Claire reached for her notepad and computer keyboard, aware of how she must look: breasts clearly on show through her top, her head forced up and looking forwards by the posture collar and, for anyone who cared to look, her pussy exposed to the world.  It was all a far cry from all those hopes and expectations she had when she turned up for work that first day.

Part 5: Trial

At the end of the previous day Jarvis had explained to her how things would work now.  She would be allowed to wear her own clothes too and from the office but would change as soon as she arrived.   She would wear whatever he put out for her and put the collar on, then present herself for his inspection.  She did this the next day and was now standing in front of his desk as he looked her up and down.

"Now Claire" he said "we have a busy schedule today and you will be taking lots of calls - I need to you be very productive and handle all these calls efficiently - OK?"

"Yes"  said Clair

"Rather rude this morning are you not?"

"Yes Mr Jarvis - sorry"

"Better - now I believe in offering incentives to help production so that is what I am going to do for you"

Great thought Claire - I do this well and he will let me not wear the collar or something.  But Jarvis brought out two metal objects, shaped rather like dildos Claire thought, but surely ...

"Put these in - one in your pussy and one in your ass"  the crude language shocked Claire and she stood staring at him "Go on - or do you want me to do it for you?"

"But - no - I've never ....."

"Come on - we haven't got all day" he shook the invaders at her impatiently "They go in all the way to the small handle - don't worry - they won't get lost" he chuckled

Claire took them and looked helplessly at him, finally, and slowly, reaching down helplessly to insert the first metal dildo in her pussy.  It wasn't large so slipped in fairly easily.  The anal one was more of a problem - she was an anal virgin and even this small probe felt as if it was going to stretch her permanently.  This was apart from the degradation she felt at doing this in front of this man

"Fine - now stand in front of your chair"

Claire did so and as she stood there he reached between her legs and attached what looked like wires to the dildos.  This mystified Claire - what was all this about - it was wierd!

"Sit down and undo the top buttons of your blouse" - Claire did as she was told - this was getting frightening - nothing that had happened so far was doing to damage her but those wires looked all wrong.  Jarvis grabbed her hands and put the straps over her arms again - pinning them to the chair - and did the same with her ankles.  Then from behind her he brought out what looked like alligator clips - in fact they were alligator clips - with wires attached and sharp metal teeth

"Do you know where these are going?" he asked menacingly.

Claire shook her head violently but said nothing

He approached her with an open clip and moved it towards her breasts

"No - no no - please - no!" cried Claire

Closer

"Noooo" she screamed

When the pain came it surprised even her - a cutting, burning sensation that felt as if her nipples were being cut off.  She screamed an animal scream - not once but twice as the other nipple came in for the same treatment

"Off .... off ..... she blubbered ...take them off!"

"The pain will go down in a bit - just give it time"

While Claire writhed and bucked against the straps Jarvis busied himself with the wires, connecting them to something behind the chair that she couldn't see. Finally she calmed down and he spoke:

"OK here's how it works.  Here is a telephone headset" he placed it on her head "The system can manage four calls at once.  When the first call comes in you will feel a slight electric shock in your right nipple, the next call to your left nipple, the next to your pussy and the fourth to your ass" Claire's eyes widened.  "Now here's the incentive.  If you finish the call before the next comes in it works as I have described.  But if another call comes in before you have finished the first it will start the shocks to the other nipple.  So, in the worst case, if you are talking on a call and have three others waiting you will be getting shocks in all four places!  Neat isn't it?"  Claire's dread was rising - shocks?!

"Oh and one more thing - the current on each contact is low at the start of the call but gradually rises through the call - I don't recommend you go past a couple of minutes or it could get really uncomfortable.  Here is your script"  He handed her a page of information "Your aim is to get them all to agree to the last question - the sale.  The more successful you are the more I will reward you in the next few days.  But you need twenty five sales as a minimum.  So soon the phone will start to ring - you can see the calls waiting on the screen.  The button under your finger is the answer button - have fun - and sell sell sell!" 

"Finally don't even thing of cutting the callers off - if you do the power will immediately go to maximum - you don't want that beleive me!"

Claire was about to protest but as he walked away there was a strong tingling in her right nipple.  She panicked - no - she wasn't ready - what did she have to do?  She looked down at the script and pressed the button "Hello Jarvis and Co, how can I help you" the tingling had already turned into a buzzing feeling - not painful yet but building.  Thankfully the person on the other end didn't talk too much and it was clear they didn't want what she was selling.  It was disappointing but the caller rang off before the nipple got painful.

Suddently there were two lights flashing and she felt that tingling again but this time in both nipples.  Her introductory speach again but this time the sensation was building in both breasts and she was aware that there was another conversation to have.  She had thought that the increase in current would start when the call was answered but that clearly wasn't the case - they were growing at the same rate.  This call took a little longer - though she was aware she was rushing through her script "Um" - said the called - "I'm not sure - let me think".  Meanwhile the buzzing feeling was starting to become painful.  "Can I put you on hold for a moment" she said to the first caller and started the whole process with the second.  This was much harder though - she slipped on her words and at one point let out a small scream as the power seemed to build.  The caller rang off but the first was still there so she went back to him - she could hardly get the words out - the pain was continuing to build and was now hard to bear.  The sting of the clips going on was bad but this was worse.  He was just about to agree to buy when two more lights went on -"Oh no" she said

"OK" said the caller "if you don't want my money" and rang off

Damn, she thought, I need a sale - 25 in the day

She carried on like this for the next hour - the calls came in dribs and drabs but there were never more than two at once.  She even made a sale and was starting to get better at managing the pain.

Then the light went on and she answered it.  There was a pause and a man started to speak very slowly and deliberatedly.  She knew she would have to hurry him on but as she started to move things a second light went on, then a third, then a fourth.  The tingling started in her pussy and anus.  She had to move fast - but he was so slow.  The buzzing now, in all four places.  She was short with the caller and he rang off - damn!  She started on the next but as soon as she did there was another caller waiting and the right nipple that was taking a break started to tingle again.  Meanwhile the others were building and building.  She shifted in her chair trying to ease the discomfort but it was no use - and getting rid of the second caller didn't help as the pain in her pussy and ass was continuing to build.  And build. And build.

Her breathing got shallower and her talking faster.  The calls were coming in think and fast now and she started to lose track of where she had got to - the pain was intense and continuous, but as it depended on the call she was on it shifted between the four sites.  On and on she went, lost in a haze of pain, sweat and jabbering conversation - pounding the button to take the next call, shaking from the ever changing torment.  On and on - she couldn't remember how long - couldn't remember anything except the lights and the pain that came with each one .....