Hopefully, you read Part 1 of this fetching story of a Female Boss who turns Her male secretary into a completely-whipped pet doggie. She conned him into taking his challenge … and in Part 2, the fun is just beginning! You won’t believe what happens when She decides to seize him 24/7, forever! Click on the colored link below and enjoy. And if you need to read Part 1, it’s a few posts below. 😉

When I delivered Her coffee on Monday morning, Roxie winked and said, “So you responded to My challenge. I’m glad I can still have you as My secretary. Gooooood boy! Now get to work…”

“Gooooood boy!” Those words kept ringing in my head. I kept hearing them over and over. And each time, I panted like a dog in heat. I would come to LIVE for that compliment from the Goddess who was about to own me to my very core.

About two hours later, I was called into Her office. “Thomas, I’ve got a problem. I’m seeing an important client this afternoon, and I’m afraid he’ll see My big toenail. Look at the crack in that thing. SHIT! I was gonna see if I could paint it over with polish, but I didn’t have the right color at home. Go see Darla in accounting. I know She’s got the right color I can borrow. Go, quick, quick…”

Ooooo, Ms. Darla got a HUGE kick out of me, as I asked for Her ruby red nail polish. She gave me this big wink and asked, “How do I know it’s for HER?” I kidded Her by saying She wouldn’t know. She laughed and licked Her lips with Her tongue. “I’ll be watching you, boy,” Darla seductively said as I walked away with the polish.

Roxie was on the phone when I returned. Her bare foot was on the top of Her desk. And the way She was pointing, She had ordered ME to finish painting the big toenail. Wow, I never smelled nail polish before. Very Feminine! And while She was doing business, Her hand waved at me like a conductor as I slowly applied the shiny polish. Still on the phone, She nodded and winked in approval. Then She waved me away, her non-verbal sign to “Get to work.”

Not every day was this thrilling. But day after glorious day, Ms. Roxie was training me to be the slave I’ve always dreamed of being. Within a couple months, I was running Her personal errands on my own time — arranging for Her dry cleaning, occasionally bringing Her lunch, buying Her “emergency pantyhose” for an afternoon client meeting, etc.

And it wasn’t long before Ms. Roxie had me painting Her nails on a regular basis. From there, She made sure my list of “personal services” kept growing. Foot rubs, back scratching, and neck rubs soon became the norm.

My 9-hour workday stretched to about 11 or 12 hours — not including homework. So far, at least, I could justify it to my Wife by pointing to Ms. Roxie’s professional successes — and Her need to keep building on them.

I couldn’t believe what happened the first time Roxie asked me to pay for a restaurant lunch between Her and a client. This guy was handsome and crafty, but She ended up “playing him like a fiddle.” She received some nice bonuses for the business She brought in. And She arranged to have the restaurant’s business manager call me to give them my credit card information to cover the bill.

I really got hit the first time — their bill was around $80. I never asked what they ate and drank. And Shellie, the business manager, sternly said it was none of my business. And She added, “I did all I could to avoid laughing when Rox said you needed to pay their bill so you could have a stake in Her professional development.” When I told Her it was true, She almost lost it on the phone. And she asked, “What kind of a wimp ARE you?”

After a few times, She finally said how sweet this is. And Ms. Shellie started giving me tips to serve Ms. Roxie. It was Shellie who suggested and taught me the art of toe-sucking. Roxie was hesitant at first, but Shellie talked Her into it.

Shellie also taught me the art of discreet sniffing. And once I learned how to sniff Ms. Roxie’s pantyhose, ass area, bosom, etc., it was like Her scent became a drug. The more I sniffed, the more I needed to be around Her. The more I was around Her, the more I worked. And the more She shined and profited.

Ms. Shellie also taught me something I didn’t know. Early in the morning, some Women exude a full natural body scent within a 2-foot radius of them — and it’s longer when they move. Each morning when I brought coffee to Ms. Roxie, I searched for that scent and found it! But by 9 a.m., it vanished as Ms. Roxie had gotten into the rhythm of Her day. But ohhhhh, that early morning sniff is SOOOO sweet. Her scent filled my lungs. And it felt so good that I dedicated my every movement, thought, and deed to Her. I’ve never said a word about this to Her or anyone else, but this was just another blessing in my slave training.

Thanks to that restaurant’s business manager, I became even MORE addicted to my Boss. I didn’t think it was possible to be a more productive worker bee, but Ms. Shellie showed me how.

At this point, it’s been three years since I accepted the challenge of being Ms. Roxie’s secretary. Each Valentine’s Day, I buy Her an expensive dinner at an ultra-fancy restaurant. And for those brief couple of hours, we toss work aside and share some of the nicest, most personal moments of our tremendous Goddess/slave relationship.

But on this Valentine’s evening, there was no such frivolity. She left Her office early in the afternoon, so I would be alone when I read the note She left with Her Valentine’s card. In Her most beautiful and sexiest handwriting, Ms. Roxie spilled out Her thoughts:

I cannot stand it anymore. It has become so difficult for Me to possess only a certain amount of your time, energy, efforts, and loyalties. Therefore, I have arranged a court date of March 14 — one month from today — when a judge will finalize a divorce from your Wife. And then you will become My 24/7 secretary & personal slave for as long as I desire.

Remember Jennifer, the Woman in your last job who got Her fiancee/attorney to screw you over in that employment suit? He loved fucking you over so much, that he agreed to represent your Wife for free!

Don’t be offended when he rips you to shreds in court. He’s only there to make your Wife look good, and for the judge to grant the divorce — and to award Her virtually all of your former possessions. You’ll get a little money. She and I agreed that You’ll need a fund so that your tiny cock will tingle when you slowly give it all to Me.

I won’t apologize for this, because you will thank Me. Since the day you started working here, I knew you wanted to become My sole property — to be owned and used by Me in any way I choose, at any moment of the day or night. But I wasn’t sure you could handle My passion, My temper, My sudden turnabouts in work details, etc.

Thomas, you have taken everything I dish out. You have passed each one of My “tests,” — and you will not ask what they were, because I’ll never tell you!

I realize how much of a shock this is, but trust Me. You’ll eventually agree that your divorce was the greatest day of your life. Deep down, you’ve longed for this — but you didn’t have the heart to break away from your family.

I understand that and I appreciate it. Still, I had no choice but to step in. Please be assured that your family will be fine. I have already discussed this with your grown children — and they are sincerely happy for you. And your Wife? She’s enjoying a sex life for the first time in over three decades. She’s been fucking a guy for 6 months behind your back.

And you’ll love him! He has a huge dick, a sweet personality, and a bigger paycheck than yours. She is very happy about this. And yes, She’s happy that you will finally achieve the dream of having Me as your one-and-only Owner.

Congratulations, Thomas! I knew that I’d someday find a worker bee who could meet My nearly impossible standards. And I know that you are so honored to be that wimp!

I wanted you to be alone when you read this. That’s why I left early. Go ahead and spend the rest of the day in My office bathroom. Shut off the phone, lock the doors, read this and cry, and cry some more. Read this over and over, and you’ll have your hand on your dickie before you know it. Jerk off and cum as many times as you desire. Then be ready to “Super Serve” Me tomorrow!

Happy Valentine’s Day, My pet – Roxie

She drew a beautiful heart as the dot above Her small “i.” Yeah, I bawled. Yeah, I wanked. And after everyone left the office, I panted and panted with delight, knowing that my only purpose to live is to be Ms. Roxie’s puppy dog. She had never called me “pet” … ohhhhhhh, did my heart melt!