“Ms. Vance? Is there something the matter?” Jasmine Hilton gently inquired, looking up from the paperwork she had been engrossed in at her large desk. Jasmine was dressed with the understated elegance of the truly wealthy, and had managed to perfect the alluring yet professional look a long time ago. Her entire demeanor at the moment radiated concern and hints of empathy for the single employee openly present in her office. The only one that people would reasonably see at the moment, because the former Mr. Randolph (now Executive Slave 23) was safely stowed in his wall compartment. Practicing his oral skills under her pre-recorded audio instruction.

Jasmine’s lips quirked for a moment in a satisfied smile. The boy was coming along quite nicely. He most certainly had a bright future in store for him, now that Jasmine had found him an appropriate career path.

Which brought her back to the young lady in her office. Helen Vance was another young intern who had obtained a strong placement and initial career path at her company. A young lady with the right combination of ambition, drive, and looks that would take her far in the corporate world. Though for Jasmine Hilton’s purposes she also had another, far greater quality, which recommended her to the CEO. Helen Vance trusted her completely, and absolutely.

Such a sweet, naïve young lady. Perfect for Jasmine’s purposes.

The young Helen was presently perched on a highbacked chair. Ropes bound her tightly to the chair at the ankle, knee, waist, and above and below her heaving breasts. Her arms were bound behind the chair at the wrist and elbow, and a generous ballgag silenced anything she had to say. A dark purple collar was secured around her neck with a bright padlock, and a blindfold obscured her vision. She was the absolute picture of submission, and Jasmine adored watching her throughout the day. Of course, she remained quite good at sussing out when the young woman was having one of her periodic moments of doubt, and Jasmine intended to nip this one in the bud.

Without waiting for a response, she had already stood up and gone to Helen, the click-clack of her heels the only warning the woman had before her blindfold was removed. Jasmine gently tugged the ballgag out of her mouth, and cocked an eyebrow, “Well?”

Helen, for her part, blushed as her eyes took in the gorgeous and domineering image of her boss. The CEO had plucked her out of one of the line divisions several weeks ago to give her a new job. It came with significantly higher pay, and some really amazing perks including a doubled vacation days package. But Helen still found it a trifle odd that Jasmine Hilton had centred most of her duties simply on being bound and gagged in her office. It was familiar enough to any intern or former intern with the company, Jasmine was hardly retiring about her use of bondage and discipline to get more productivity out of her junior staff. And Helen was hardly complaining; spending her work day squirming in bondage was actually rather relaxing compared to her former work load.

“I…um….” Helen cleared her throat and blushed, “Well Ma’am, I’m just afraid I’m not pulling my weight around here. I mean, I enjoy the new position, really I do. Getting to work with you every day is a real honour Ma’am,” Helen rushed to assure Jasmine, “But I just feel like there could be more I should be doing to return your generosity.”

Jasmine smiled and stroked Helen’s cheek, “Oh sweetheart, is that all? Don’t you worry. This is just the introductory period Ms. Vance. You'll be doing more in a few months’ time once I'm confident that you've adjusted properly to your new role."

Helen breathed out a sigh of relief, and nodded happily, “Oh. Oh, well I guess that’s fine then. Thank you Ma’am.”

Jasmine pressed the ballgag back into Helen’s mouth, buckled it closed, and then blindfolded the girl again, “No, thank you Ms. Vance. Now, back to looking pretty for me. I’ve still several hours of work to get through before closing time.”

Jasmine went back to her desk and settled down. Having Helen in her office did cut down on the possibility of having Executive Slave 23, her dear Mr Randolph, pleasure her during the day. But she really did have a crunch period of work to get through, and he would only be an alluring distraction. Far better to simply have some eye candy to enjoy for the moment.

Once Jasmine had cleared the crunch of course, in a month or two, she would finally be able to really introduce Helen to her new responsibilities. By day she would continue to be Jasmine’s bondage muse. Giving the hard working CEO a beautiful sight to contemplate throughout her day. A possession that no one else could have, apart from gazing upon the perfection of her form in rope or leather or rubber. And at the end of the day, Jasmine would leash her and lead her through the (mostly) empty hallways and out to her luxurious vehicle. Helen would be allowed to sit in the vehicle itself, the trunk would be for Mr. Randolph on the days when he came home rather than his slave quarters in her office.

And then, once they were home, Jasmine could ensure that Helen began her training as her very own sex slave. Helen would not be a permanent acquisition of course. Not someone that Jasmine would keep locked away forever. She was far too valuable a worker for that. But Jasmine intended for her to know in her bones that she was an owned woman. To inculcate in her the knowledge that Jasmine might summon her at any point for an afternoon, an evening, an entire weekend of servitude, submission, and pleasure.

And Helen, dear sweet naïve Helen, appeared only too eager to walk that path…