The Gilded Cage (Shepherd and Rosie)

[ThyBeloved]

A flawless cerulean sky and, beneath it, a city full of people. Busy people, carefree people, happy people.

This was what Jenna could see from her cubicle. A city full of light and freedom. But not for her. No. She had wanted more, she had devised a perfect plan. And it failed. The figures were blinking ruthlessly on the screen in front of her. She knew perfectly well what was going to happen next. A nice young man from the company would show up at her desk and he would handle them a bunch of papers with a smile. On the papers there would be the sentence that ends her life: fired and sued for 10% of the losses she caused to the Company. In other words she would have to flip burghers for the rest of her life. If she was lucky.

It took them more than twenty-four hours, but the messenger, a preppy young man much as she had imagined him, finally showed up. But he handed her no papers or fake smiles. He simply asked her: "Executive Director Graham wants to see you. Would you please follow me?".



If the opulence of an office was a sign of the occupant's power then Daniel Graham would have been quite influential indeed. The room was a long rectangle with the entrance on a short side and his desk on the other. The wall behind the desk was a single tinted windows that overlooked the bay area. There were two doors on either side of the desk. One led to his private gym and the other to his secretary's office. The furniture was deceptively simple: a small table in the center of the room near the entrance surrounded by two black sofas and two long mahogany libraries full of books on the two long sides. The decor was stern and minimalistic with the occasional concession like a brass lamp on one of the libraries, a worn épée on the other, or a Kandinsky near the desk. The only modern trapping in the room was the large LCD screen on the desk.

And there he was, the man behind the title. He was tall, athletic and wore a dark Armani suit. There were a few silver strands in his otherwise perfectly black short hair. Like his office, his face was brooding and neatly shaven, but with his strong jaw and his cold calculating eyes he seemed more like a Wallachian prince of the old than a modern-day businessman. He was leaning on the desk with his arms folded. He nodded in the direction of the errand boy who dutifully closed the door behind Jenna. Only then he spoke and his controlled voice had the tone of a autumn thunderstorm.

"You are probably wondering why you haven't been fired yet. I won't leave you hanging, dear. It's because of me. I hid the results of your project in a series of hidden accounts. Your secret is safe. For now." His face betrayed no emotions. "Now you have a choice. Either you take responsibility for your actions with the relative consequences ... or we leave everything buried and you can go on with your life. But there is a catch. If you choose this second option you'll be my slave. At least until you repay your debt with this Company." He paused for a second. "Now, tell me, are you going to be my obedient slave or are you going to ruin your own life?". He stood there calmly waiting for an answer.

 

[Rosie]

Staring is rude... Jenna's subconcious conjured this fact out of all others as icy blue eyes all but glazed over in shock. Instead, she picked a spot on his dark jacket and waited for him to say anything else. In the moments that passed, one could almost hear the clock on the wall - the only thing reminding her she was awake in this moment. The office was eerie. Here alone, with the door closed it almost seemed like a completely different building. On the other side was freedom - endless chatting to customers on phones and in person - her whole world. But in here was where that ended. Or...where it should end. The young woman fidgeted slightly.

Twenty-eight years of life had not been wasted on the auburn haired girl. She knew exactly what he was telling her. Slave even sounded grotesque in her mind's voice, and there was not a speck of innocence to the notion. Mr. Graham had always been a fair man. He dealt with his clients and employees all alike and with total efficiency. It was an honor to work for such a powerful and respectable man. Her thoughts were in complete disarray as she reanalyzed everything her boss had said to her prior to this day. 'No...it was all business...' And now this? She didn't understand any of it.

Standing at about five-foot six, Jenna had always been a middle of the road type of girl. Not the tallest and most developed, but not completely scrawny either. Her dark, auburn hair was heavily layered and reached the middle of her back when left down. Her chest was a full C-cup that curved in and out into her hips, forming a nice typcial hourglass figure that was favored on most women. Her legs were true marathon runners, and took up a good portion of her overall height. All this combined with petite hands and feet, and a lower lip slightly fuller than the top - Jenna could be considered gorgeous by any standards. But not here! Here was business, and she had always been extremely modest. Slacks, never a skirt - and comfortable button-up blouses or jackets. Her hair was pulled back tightly, and more often than not, she wore her glasses instead of contacts. If anything, she was pretty at best in the office. Why would he want this from her?

His last question played over in her mind, his deep voice echoing with urgency. "Mr. Graham," Her words were timid, but they were enough to break her from her momentary terror. She was a grown woman...but this decison...the debt alone would have her living with her parents again. At twenty-eight, she would be worse off than when she graduated high school ten years ago. But a slave...that was ruination defined. She hugged her arms to her body, training her gaze on his boots as she tried to keep herself from hysteria. "How long will it be...before my debt is repaid?" Swallowing harshly, she couldn't imagine all the things this would mean for her. How much her job would change for going through with this. But it was the only way to keep her life. After this, it would be like nothing had happened.

 

[ThyBeloved]

As she replied he listened motionless as a nail hammered into a stone. When she asked when her debt woulb be repaid he answered immediately as if he was expecting the question.
"According to my projections from a minimum of five years to a maximum of fifteen years, depending on how well you behave."

He exhaled seemingly annoyed. "Look, I want you to make a fully informed decision. I may be cruel, but I'm not unfair. So listen carefully ..." He extended his left arm and held his opened left hand in front of her.

"One possibility is that you go out of that door and you go home. Tomorrow you'll be fired and your picture will be on every newspaper. Our lawyers will sue you, but first they'll ask the judge to freeze your assets. And he will comply with their requests since they are the best lawyers on the market. You'll have no money left and you'll have to beg your friends for a loan. You'll fight, I'm sure, but in the end you'll lose. So everything you own will be sold in order to repay your debt. By the time this happens the scandal will be so big that not even vivisection laboratories will dare to hire you. If you're lucky you'll end up cleaning other people' shit. If you're not you'll end up whoring yourself for a few bucks. And it still won't be enough to cover the mere interests of your debt."

He paused a moment before going on. "Or ..." He extended his right arm and held his opened right hand in front of her.

"... you could kneel down, tell me that you accept your role as my slave, and give me a blowjob. The you'll go home, you'll joke with your boyfriend/girlfriend/roommate/pet or plant, you'll have a shower, and a good night of sleep. Tomorrow you'll have a new office and a promotion. Your career will continue to rise and your life will go on as usual. Save for a few times when I'll call you to indulge into my little games. I'll be discreet, but I'll expect obedience. Anything less than that and you'll incur in punishment. Physical punishment. This will go on until one day, let's say seven years from now, I'll summon you in my office again and, much like like today, I'll ask you to suck my dick. Only it will be for the last time. After that you'll go on with your life as if nothing ever happened."

He sighed letting his arms fall alongside his body. "Is it clear now?" He asked with a more paternal tone. "Now be a good girl and make up your mind."

 

[Rosie]

The only sound in the room was the blood furiously beating in her ears. She knew she could easily be infuriated at his boldness - he look so smug and right standing there. As if it was perfectly acceptable to toy with her life this way. Unfortunately, her shock turned to misery in a matter of moments. She thought of her family and friends. They would want her to walk away - they would cry with her and tell her that they'd help her in any way possible. But it would hurt them. They would do it for her, but it would hinder their lives too. Jenna would become a dead weight, more harmful than good. Kimberly, her roomate for two years, would be on a trip for the next three weeks. No matter what her desicion was, she would go home and be alone with it...

Then the real warning became clear to her. This was not a nonconsensual deal she was entering in. Even if the choices were extreme, she would be choosing to be slave. By accepting such a 'business deal', she would be saying that she would simply comply with whatever he wanted. It would be willing. That almost put a cherry on top of the whole situation.

Clearly frustrated, she rubbed both eyes with her hands. She wanted to ask why he was doing this. Why he could possibly want her as his slave for the next few years. Would he have done this with anyone in the office, or was it just some sadistic scheme that happened into his mind one morning? She narrowed her eyes at the taller man as she forced her body to move toward him. "I'm twenty-eight, not ten. I could figure it out on my own." The comment was offhanded instead of offensive, but it made her feel a tiny bit better.

Approaching him was easily the most nervewracking thing she'd ever done. In the end, she refused to be a burden. Jenna just wouldn't subject herself to the pity. Or more importantly...her career. The promotion wouldn't go unnoticed but at least she looked like she deserved it. She was active in the office, well liked, and did many things to further the company. It wasn't completely far-fetched. Continuing this job would give her nice things, a comfortable future. It was everything she'd ever wanted and more.

These were the thoughts that propelled her, and she was mere inches away from the intimidating man before she slowly and awkwardly sunk to her knees. Her face burned in shame as she looked up at him from this position. "Until I repay my debt, I'll do whatever you want me to do." The woman spoke in a way that sealed the deal, and waited for his reaction. Part of her expected him to burst out in laughter and fire her, but it seemed to be a legitimate deal.

 

[ThyBeloved]

He had raised a single eyebrow at her rebuttal, but when she finally accepted her proposal he smiled. The smile of a wolf that had just cornered his prey, but a smile nonetheless.

"Very good, very good indeed." His voice was sweetened by a faint hint of satisfaction. "Now some rules. When you are in my presence you'll address me as 'sir', you will not look me in the eyes, and you'll never close your legs or mouth. Break any of these rules and you'll be punished. Talk back to me and you'll be punished. I'll add other rules when needed.”

He had spoken as if he was following a mental list that he knew very well. Either he had a lot of time to prepare or he had done this before.

"Now, homework. Later I'll send you my cell number. I want you to set a custom tone to it so that when I call you'll know it's me. And, of course, I have precedence on any other activity. Fail to answer my call and you'll be punished. Also you'll have to buy three items: a vibrating dildo, a butt-plug, and a bottle of anal lubricant. Have theses objects in your purse tomorrow.”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” He added almost as an afterthought. “I know that you are an intelligent woman so I shouldn't even say this, but I'll say it anyway. If you are thinking that killing me might just solve all of your problems, well forget it. I met my lawyer this morning: I added an interesting dossier to my will. So you better hope that I live a long and healthy life.”

"If that's understood then we can have our little celebration.” He said smiling like an old uncle at a family reunion. “Go on, suck my dick, don't be shy now.”

 

[Rosie]

She listened to him speak as a strangely numb feeling coursed through her veins. Filing away every bit of information, she fixed her eyes on the floor. This man had certainly made sure to cover every one of his bases. But she'd had very little hope of tricking him - the thought hadn't even entered her mind until now. Sure, she could attempt to expose his indecency but...that would ruin them both. No doubt he could play it off...he did have good lawyers...it would probably only bring her trouble.

There where so many questions going on in her mind...what sorts of punishments could he give her? Would this be an every day thing? What if she wanted to go out of town? Still, staring at his crotch was not the time or place to negotiate such things. His calm nature only furthered her anxieties. He seemed so in control of the situation. The moment she had stepped into the office, he had won, and he knew as much.

Unable or unwilling to look at his face, small pale fingers undid the button and zipper on his pants. The heat of her crimson blush almost radiated in waves as she removed just enough clothing to get to his impressive length. This was by far, the most awkward thing she had ever done. Not that she was an extremely boring woman...it simply wasn't an everyday occurrence at her job. Or...hadn't been, until now.

Licking suddenly dry lips, her tongue reached out and hesitantly caressed the tip. Circling around the head, her fingers stroked the base, feeling his cock harden and pulse underneath her timid efforts. Placing a hand on his hip, the young woman steadied herself as she sped up. In one swift motion she had all of him in her mouth, moaning in discomfort as she took it in over and over. She gagged every once in a while, but it was something Jenna knew how to to control. Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock in quick movements, distinctly afraid that someone from outside the office would be able to hear her. Dull eyes slid closed, a tear or two of pure stress slid from underneath them. I can't believe this is happening...' This was the only thought coursing through her mind as she worked as quickly as possible to make the man find release.

 

[ThyBeloved]

As she revealed his half-erected manhood he caressed her head. “Good girl” He said those words like a trainer complimenting a well-behaved dog.

He laid back enjoying the view of the woman working on his member as it expanded to fill her mouth. He wasn't going to win any record for his size, but he wouldn't have been out of place in a porn movie either. “I must admit that I may have underestimated you: you suck cock like a professional whore. Yes, balls on chin, like a big girl, yes that's it, I like that so don't slow down now.” He spoke calmly, but a bit of the savage pleasure he felt was beginning to mollify his stern expression.

He caressed her hair and cheeks. He didn't forced her head against his body. That was her job. The room was perfectly still and even time had seemingly halted its flow. The illusion was broken only by the ticking of the clock and the wet sounds of her mouth.

After some time, it could have been ten minutes or a hour it was hard to keep track, his body started to tense up. “Alright I almost about to climax, I want you to take my seed into your mouth. Don't swallow, but don't let a single drop escape those pretty lips of yours. Understood?”. He grasped firmly her head and forced it back so that only the tip of his penis was in her mouth. “That's it ...” He hissed as a stream of hot salty semen flooded her mouth. He clenched his teeth and lurched slightly forward as he ejaculated, but otherwise showed little to no emotion.

“Don't swallow, keep it in your mouth, that's it, all of it” He repeated with the same condescending tone of a cowboy instructing his mare. He made sure to empty every last drop before putting his maleness back into his pants. “Good, now stand up and keep your mouth shut.” This time he had reverted back to his usual commanding voice.

He went behind his desk, pressed a button, and asked on the intercom: “Miss Gradner? I need that bottle of 2009 Robert Mondavi I-Block Fumé Blanc and two glasses. We're having a little toast here.” An older female voice answered cheerfully: “Sure, I'll be there in a moment”.