The chiming of the doorbell had barely faded when the front door swung open.

“Aha! Right on time!” Charlotte crowed, a massive grin spreading across her face as she stepped back, opening the door all the way. “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually come.” She added, slyly.

“As if I had a choice...” Ginger muttered sourly. The young woman had on a long coat and a ballcap over her light brown hair, tied back in a ponytail and sunglasses. She  hurried through the door, worried someone might see her if she lingered too long.

“Now now...” Charlotte chided, a hand on her hip, the other wagging a finger teasingly. “I’m not the one who’s been padding her expense reports for the last two years...” In contrast to the other woman, Charlotte was dressed almost shockingly risque, in a low cut, strapless top, short pleated skirt and dark stockings. “Maybe I should just send those files I found to management?”

“No!” Ginger replied, a little hastily. “I...I’m here, aren’t I? Let’s just get this over with...”

“What’s the rush?” Charlotte continued to tease. “I plan to enjoy every second of this. Who knows, you might find you enjoy it too!”

She led the other woman to her living room. For today, she’d moved furniture around, scooting back the couch and chairs to clear a space in the center. She’d laid out a couple soft, thick blankets and some pillows for padding. On the nearby coffee table were laid out her collection: handcuffs, gags, floggers and a wide variety of vibrators and other sex toys.

Ginger’s face flushed red as she looked over the assortment, imagining them being used on her… knowing in a short while she wouldn’t have to imagine anything. Briefly she considered just backing out now, telling Charlotte to go to hell, daring her to do her worst. But she knew, bad as this was, she had no choice. If Charlotte released those documents, Ginger’s career was over. She’d be fired for sure and once word had gotten around, no one else would ever hire again. Best to steel herself to endure whatever degrading, humiliating things her coworker had in store her for now and move on.

“Now, before we get started, a few ground rules...” Charlotte began. “Firstly, from this moment on, you are my obedient, bondage plaything for the whole weekend. Whatever I say, you will do and you will refer to me as ‘Mistress Charlotte’ or ‘Mistress.’ Got it?”

“You must be joking...”

Charlotte cocked her head to the side, giving a teasing grin. “You must be joking...” she drew out the last syllable tauntingly.

“...mistress.” Ginger reluctantly added in a sullen tone.

“We’ll work on that attitude of yours.” Charlotte said offhandedly before continuing. “Secondly, at any time, you can pull out of this, but if you do, our agreement is nullified and I send those files to our bosses. Got it?” Ginger only nodded, so she wouldn’t have to call her coworker “Mistress” again.

“I asked you a question!” Charlotte snapped, a stern tone mixing in with her general air of coy teasing.

“Yes...mistress.” Ginger said.

“Good. Now, take your clothes off.” Charlotte said, in a plain, matter of fact tone, as if it were perfectly natural for her to order to coworker to strip naked.

“What!?!” Ginger exclaimed. “Why?”

“Because I said so.” Charlotte replied. “Third: every time you disobey, or speak back or do anything but what you’re told, you earn a punishment. I’ll let this one slide as a warning, and for failing to call me Mistress, but unless those clothes start coming off you’ll be in big trouble.”

Biting her lip to keep from saying anything that would get her in trouble, Ginger unzipped her jacket and pulled it off. Underneath, she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, comfortable clothes for whatever Charlotte had planned, she thought. The blouse followed the jacket onto the floor. She unbuckled her belt and slid the jeans down her long legs. After stepping out of them, she turned, arms crossed to face Charlotte.

“All your clothes, slave.” Charlotte replied, haughtily. “If you’re good, maybe before the weekend is over you’ll earn back those panties and bra. But I doubt it.”

“I’m not stripping naked!” Ginger replied firmly. She had to put her foot down, let Charlotte know that she was willing to go pretty far to keep her job, but she had her limits…

“That’s a punishment!” Charlotte snapped, angrily. “For talking back and again for not properly addressing your Mistress. Now get those undies off...” She grinned. “Or you can keep your clothes on and we’ll just end things here...” She didn’t need to add the consequences regarding Ginger’s blackmail.

For a long second, Ginger thought things over, part of her knowing she needed to stand firm, to show Charlotte she wouldn’t just give in and submit to whatever the crazy bitch wanted. But fear of what would happen to her if Charlotte  did kick her out won over.

“Alright, alright. I’m stripping naked...” Ginger said, hurriedly adding “...Mistress!” She unhooked her bra and slid it off, letting her large breasts bounce free, then pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She stood awkwardly, trying to cover herself with her hands.

“Arms at your sides, slave.” Charlotte said, pointing. Reluctant to start another fight so soon after giving in on the last one, Ginger obeyed, lowering her hands and baring her naked body to the other woman’s gaze. Charlotte openly leered, stepping over to Ginger.

“Very nice. I’ve been wondering what these looked like underneath those sweaters you always wear...” She teased, reaching out to cup one of Ginger’s breasts, feeling it like a fresh piece of fruit. Ginger bit her lip to keep quiet, as Charlotte’s hand wandered further down to stroke the patch of light brown fur between her legs. “At some point this weekend I take a razor and clean this up.” Charlotte promised, stroking a finger across Ginger’s lips. Ginger’s cheeks burned. She’d never been touched so intimately by another woman and though she’d never thought she might be a lesbian Charlotte’s attentions were having some effect on her, something her current nudity made it difficult to hide. The smirk Charlotte gave, as she leered at Ginger’s breasts made the naked woman’s cheeks flush all the brighter.

Turning away, reluctantly, Charlotte headed over to the table. She scooped up a pair of handcuffs and a ballgag and returned to Ginger. “Hands behind your back, slave.” She ordered. Ginger complied and felt the steel rings slip around her hands, trapping them there.

“Now, you’ve earned a punishment, and since you were somewhat reluctant to part with your panties, I think I’ll let you keep them with you a little while longer.” Charlotte said. Bending down, she scooped up the crumpled panties from the rest of Ginger’s clothes. For a moment, Ginger wondered what Charlotte intended to do, until she saw her captor ball the cloth up into a wad and raise it up.

“No...No-mmmppphhh!!!” Ginger’s protests were cut off as the panties were stuffed into her mouth. She gagged in disgust, trying to spit them out.

“uh uh uh...naughty slave.” Charlotte teased, pushing the underwear back in. Before Ginger could push them out again, Charlotte raised the ballgag up and forced it between Ginger’s lips, trapping her gag in. As the gag was buckled on tight, Ginger continued to wretch, struggling to accept the mass of panties now filling her mouth.

Meanwhile, Charlotte returned to the table to bondage toys. She returned again, this time with a collar, a leash and a short, broad flogger. The collar was soon buckled around Ginger’s neck, the leash dangling from the front of it, the cold chain laying against her bare chest.

“You know...” Charlotte said, grabbing the leash in one hand. “This is the first time I’ve used these on someone other then myself. Now that I’ve got a plaything to use them on, I’ll need to expand my collection. We’ll have so much more fun things to try out next time.”

“Next time!?!” Ginger said, giving a quizzical groan through the gag. “What does she mean?” Despite the gag, her thoughts clearly came through her confused, worried expression. Charlotte returned it with a cruel smile.

“What? You thought this was just a one time thing?” She taunted. “Silly slave. As long as you don’t want those files getting released, you’re going to be coming over here every weekend for more fun.”

Ginger gave a long moan of horror. She’d thought she could get this over with and move on with her life, but Charlotte was right. So long as she had those files, she could keep blackmailing Ginger and the young woman had no choice but to keep coming here and submitting as Charlotte’s bondage slave...