Crushed by the broken glass ceiling. fiction blog series, part 1

hey all, Ive been writing back and forth with @willnottell and we've decided to put it in a blog series, if there is interest in more we will add, if not well keep it to ourselves. Let us know what you think.

He sat there, head throbbing almost as much as his cock. How many nights can he sit swilling beer, watching porn and jerking off until he passes out, usually unfulfilled? when will he find purpose? “I’m a decent guy.. good job, I own my home, nice car. so why then can I not find what Im looking for?”
Something has to change. I can't continue like this. I sure wish there would be a new chance, an opportunity to make a new start, and get a different perspective on life. But what? what will it take? At this point, almost anything. The only thing which seemed to intrigue him these days was the sudden departure of Mr. J.P. Nobody, the former CEO. Why had he left so suddenly, and who was this new CEO?
The new CEO was an interesting woman, very attractive in an odd way. Her tone was clipped and authoritative, it made his gut feel weird, and turned him on. He'd never reacted to a woman like this before. She’s older, thicker, and so unexplainably sexy.
A look from her could make his dick shrivel to inverted, and rock hard seconds later.

She sat there, heels crossed and propped up on the desk, basking in the sunlight in her corner office. She smiled a cheshire smile, "it took awhile to get here, but oh how fucking awesome it is to be ME!" So kind of Mr. nobody to get me hired in his place. She felt the familiar home run swell of adrenaline in her chest. She loved winning, and that stupid simpleton could not follow direction, he needed to be cut loose. The solution was simple, give me your job running this company, after training me in and fully vetting me, or everyone in your contacts gets the video montage from your last dozen sessions, doing all sorts of depraved things for my amusement. The way he cried, and carried on was ridiculous... The sun felt good on her, it warmed a Dark place in her, if only for a moment. "It really is good to be me." Hopefully mr. Schmo comes through for me

She sat there looking at his file, divorced, over compensating with material things, and young girls, the kind that had no clue what do with a man like him. “Fuck he doesn’t even know what it will take to fulfill him.” I do though, Ive seen it a thousand fucking times. Some men have a need to be directed, controlled, if you will. This boy, he needs someone to take the wheel, and stomp on the gas. While he sits tied, blindfolded, and at my mercy. A smile spread across her face as she started planning it in her mind. I will offer him an opportunity to start grooming for an executive position at the company. An informal internship if you will. It would be a couple times a week, a few hours after work. The benefit ,besides invaluable experience gained, will be first consideration at any junior executive positions that open up. She smiled, and send a quick inter office message to him.

He heard the ping, and his fingers froze on the mouse when he saw who it was from. Holy shit… it was from her, his balls and shrimpy made a quick retreat inward, “why does she have this effect on me?” and as if on cue, shrimpy gets rock hard.

E.Harris CEO: Come to my office at end of day.

J.Schmo: Yes Ma’am

He sat there hands shaking, mind racing over past events trying to figure out what he had done anything wrong. he was drawing a blank. No way she could have caught him looking at her toes. Please not that. He’s had this perverse need to drop to his knees and service gorgeous feet as long as he can remember. He’d been berated and humiliated so many times for this, he'd almost come to expect it. But how could she know? he was so careful when stealing a peek. Jesus Christ when she wears open toed heels in her monthly employee engagement meetings. and his mind floated off, only to be jerked back to reality by the phone, reluctantly he went back to work and attempted to be productive until end of day.

She heard a light knock at the door, he was late. Another thing on the list of things he needs to work on. “come in” he came in looking worried, tired, slightly disheveled. Another on the list. Christ he’s a wreck. "Hey Schmo, come in." She purposely didn’t offer him a seat, standing will be good for him. She watched him shift back and forth, looking around. “am I boring you schmo?” the look in his eyes was priceless, a deer in the headlights. “N no ma’am” “good, because I want you to listen carefully.” “Im offering you an Internship, the internship does not pay, you will be asked to do things that may be out of your comfort zone, but my program is to groom you to be a perfect junior executive.” You must agree to do what your told when your told. no questions, just yes Ma’am. If you can’t do that I need to know now.” If you agree I have your orientation packet, it has your contract, as well as several questionnaires, health form, and non disclosure agreement.
She could see he was visibly shaking, would he do it? “you go home and think about it schmo, ill expect a completed packet in the morning, or a simple no thank you."
Yes Ma'am, he was too nervous to look to closely at it, as he wasn't even sure he was breathing. once he got outside and calmed down he returned to his desk. He opened the packet, and dumped it out on his desk. He sat there going through the packet, a ball of emotions welling up in the pit of his stomach. Fear, arousal, disbelief, excitement, and an unexplainable ache so deep inside it took him by surprise, and tears welled in his eyes. Fuck he was at work, he put it back in the envelope and put it in his briefcase for home. "I can't be losing control while Im here."

The questions were innocuous at first, name, age, skills, experience. They became increasingly invasive. Income, monthly bills, monthly money spent on recreation, and entertainment, including porn subscriptions, alcohol use etc. Number of times he uses the restroom, and ejaculates, what, when , and how much he eats. time he wakes up, goes to bed, work hours including overtime history.
A consent to use mint software on his computer, tracking on his phone, fitbit tracking of sleep and exercise, passwords to everything. He was scared shitless but so drawn to her. He couldn’t sleep the night night before, he couldn’t stop thinking about her toes, how badly he wanted to worship her feet, those bright red nails clicking on his teeth, big toe pushing down on his tongue...
his first orgasm that night was a volcanic mess, hot cum erupting in his underwear as he signed the consent forms. Dear God how long since he then went on to have two more orgasms, all while contemplating what would transpire when he would present the packet in the morning. He slept deeply that night, and woke with a feeling of peaceful surrender. He had gotten up early, shaved, eaten, and was ready for a change. He longed for a change, needed a transformation in his dull empty existence. This would be a turning point in his life and he would embrace it come what may.

She heard that timid knock, and knew exactly who was at the door. “come in” He quietly crept in, hands visibly shaking. Had he filled it out, or was he coming to pass? hard to tell by his demeanor. She stood up and met him halfway, her heels putting her a full 2 inches taller than him. She held out her hand for the packet, and he handed it over. She peeked in and smiled when she saw the forms all neatly filled out. She looked up, eyes boring into his. “you are now mine, your life is going to change in a positive way, remember that.” She handed him his badge for the executive, gym and after hours entrance. She picked up a small neatly written check list, and held it out to him. Her ruby nails shimmering. The things on the list must be completed before we meet next. You will be expected at 5:45 pm every M,W,F. Do not be late, it will not be tolerated. You will meet the rest of the executive team then. This is a high honor in this company, do not take it lightly. You’re dismissed.

He took the list but his eyes couldn’t really focus, “yes Ma’am, thank you” he turned and walked out hoping his knees wouldn’t buckle and cause him to go down in front of her. when he finally got out into the hall he felt the air rush back into his lungs and the fog began to clear. He looked at the list, his eyes widened, “holy fuck”.

to be continued….