As Delilah stepped out of the car, she could see that they were only a few blocks away from the Grandvale-Lilton Building. The great spires that surrounded her weren’t ones she usually passed on her way to work but were unmistakably the hallmark of the great corporations that operated in the city. But between them was one building that wasn’t anywhere near as tall. Tucked away in a clearing between the offices and towers was ‘The Dome’, said to be one of the most popular restaurants in the city amongst the wealthy. The building was, as its name suggested, a large glass hemisphere that gave off a pleasant glow from the lighting that came from inside.

Delilah took little notice as a host at the entrance led the pair to a table. She was too busy looking upwards. The Dome was a marvel of architectural design – Water somehow flowed down the glass roof as if to give the illusion of being in a bubble, and in the centre was a gigantic chandelier made of crystals that glistened, turning the light into an array of colours. Looking around at the other guests, they were all dressed just as elegantly as Ms. Verity. Indeed, Delilah felt like the odd one out, her revealing outfit catching one or two stares, perhaps better described as leers, from tables as they passed by.

Eventually arriving at a table for two, Delilah sat down and gasped as the plug once more pressed inside her. “Is everything okay, ma’am?” the waiter asked, while Ms. Verity simply looked down at her with a knowing smirk.

“No, I mean… Yes, I’m fine. The chairs are just… Very comfortable,” Delilah replied in a feeble attempt to brush it off. The waiter didn’t look entirely convinced.

“I should think so. They only have the best here,” Ms. Verity added as she took her seat and accepted a menu from the waiter. Delilah tried to ignore the feeling, taking one of her own. None of the listed dishes were familiar. Looking up for some sort of assistance, she saw Ms. Verity taking off her long evening gloves and gently folding them… and from a small bag that she had been carrying, produced a small, black remote in the palm of her hand.

Ms. Verity looked directly into Delilah’s eyes and pressed a button. Delilah gasped as she felt the plug inside her start vibrating, grabbing the table to steady herself and nearly knocking over the small arrangement of flowers in the middle of the table. A few heads turned due to the commotion, but Delilah was too busy averting her gaze downwards to notice. “Now, now, dear. Don’t make a scene,” Ms. Verity teased. “It’s just something to keep the evening interesting. I do so enjoy a little light entertainment with dinner.” She pressed another button and the vibrations stopped. Delilah was breathing heavily, and just about managed to bring her eyes back up to the woman opposite her. Even with a table between her, she felt helplessly in her clutch.

The waiter returned and Ms. Verity ordered from the wine menu as if nothing had happened. All the while Delilah squirmed in her chair, arousal and embarrassment still rushing through her body. The waiter asked if they were ready to order and she realised she hadn’t even had much of a chance to figure out the menu. Ms. Verity rattled off her order with ease before the waiter turned to Delilah. She sat there like a deer in headlights. “Um… I…”

“She shall have the same,” Ms. Verity interjected to Delilah’s relief. She probably knew better, after all. The waiter walked away and there was a moment of silence. Ms. Verity ominously twirled the remote in her hand but did not press any more buttons, at least for now. She looked as though she was waiting for Delilah to say something, so she searched her mind, but could only come back to the same question as earlier.

“So… Um… When you say Cherry is yours, do you mean…?”

“This again? What do you think I mean, Delilah?” Ms. Verity raised an eyebrow.

“Is she… Your assistant?”

Ms. Verity chuckled. “Yes, she is. That’s clearly not what you’re trying to find out. Go ahead. What do you think I mean?”

“Is she…” Delilah searched for the word. She leaned across the table slightly to whisper, glancing around to make sure the waiter wasn’t looming over them, “…is she your… sex slave?”

Ms. Verity gave a little chuckle and shook her head slightly. “What an active imagination you have. I suppose I can see why you might think so, but I wouldn’t put it like that myself, no. I prefer to simply call her my submissive.”

“But… But… Isn’t that against the rules? You know, with her being your employee and all…”

“Oh, Delilah. I know the mere thought of breaking a rule probably leaves you quaking in your boots, but surely even you’re not that naïve. When you’re in my position, the rules aren’t what matter. I get to decide who gets punished and who doesn’t. It’s what I allow that matters. And you certainly weren’t quite so concerned about the rules when you were bent over my desk, were you now?”

“I… That’s…” Delilah squirmed. She felt uncomfortably hypocritical, something that seemed to amuse Ms. Verity as she took a sip of wine. “Was that what that woman in the lobby was talking about? Your ‘outsized influence’?”

Ms. Verity choked a little as she swallowed, coughing to clear her throat. “Ah. That.” Her smile was gone. “Yes, partially… Such a position does not make you many friends. Those who aspire to the upper echelons of corporate management don’t tend to like those who can limit their ambitions. Of course, they’re only too happy for me to exercise that power when it aids them, but with a new CEO as naïve as you are about how things work, well…” She muttered. At this point, she barely even seemed to be talking to Delilah, staring off into the lights of the city shimmering through the glass of the Dome. As her voice trailed off, she took a sip of wine again. By the time the glass returned to the table, her face had returned to the same, perfectly controlled state it had been in before. “Anyway. Office politics. None of that should concern your little head.”

A waiter approached with their meals, plated as elegantly as one would expect. Ms. Verity lowered the remote under the table, out of view, as he placed down the dishes before them both, and Delilah quietly gasped as the vibrations began again, a low, consistent hum. Delilah was unsure whether this was meant to be a punishment for her question, or whether this was simply for Ms. Verity’s amusement, but as the vibrations grew more intense the distinctions began to melt away. The whole time, Ms. Verity’s eyes remained on her plaything, while Delilah merely murmured “Thank you…” to the waiter. As he stepped away, a bemused look on his face, the vibrations stopped, much to her relief. She took a moment to catch her breath and take a bite of her meal before she looked back upwards to the woman across from her.

Delilah chewed her food silently. The gaze across from her seemed to demand that pick something to speak about that wasn’t the argument in the lobby. Delilah swallowed just as she felt a quick blitz of vibrations, seemingly trying to prompt her. She feebly searched for something to say. “I-I… Uh… H-how did she come to be your… submissive? C-Cherry, that is…” Even just saying the word ‘submissive’ made her quiver, seemingly something Ms. Verity noticed. In return, Delilah felt the vibrations become more and more intense, forcing a little whimper that she covered her mouth in a feeble attempt to suppress.

“You really have quite the one-track mind, don’t you?” The vibrations stopped. Delilah almost instinctively squirmed in the chair, grinding the plug into her, only to realise an older man at a nearby table was starting to stare. “Very well. It’s quite simple, really. I knew I was going to make her mine the moment I hired her. I make all of those working in my department mine. What better subordinate could there be than a submissive?”

“All of them? How many…?”

“Oh, it’s only four.” Delilah’s eyes widened as she pictured Cherry and three others, surrounding Ms. Verity, catering to her every beck and call. “Most departments have more but mine is technically a sub-department of Human Resources. Although I get hierarchical parity and relative autonomy due to… Well, as I said, office politics, but…” The sound of the executive’s voice blurred into the background as Delilah pressed her thighs together. She wondered if Ms. Verity kept Cherry under her desk all day. Or perhaps someone else…? Another round of vibrations made her gasp, bringing her attention crashing back into the room.

“It’s quite rude to ask someone something and then not even listen to the answer, Delilah. And besides, I certainly hope all these questions about Cherry aren’t motivated by envy. It’s a terribly ugly trait to exhibit, especially for such an otherwise attractive young woman such as yourself.” She peered across the table into Delilah’s eyes, as if expecting a confession. It left her frozen, staring back. In truth, as had been so often the case over the past couple of months, she did not know what she was feeling. All she knew was that the thought of being ‘hers’, as Ms. Verity had so plainly put it, filled her with a strange longing. Perhaps envy was why she had felt so defensive when speaking with the assistant.

“No, Ms. Verity...” Delilah replied. She whimpered as she felt the plug inside her start humming once more, at an even greater intensity. “Oh, fuck…” She muttered, finding it increasingly hard to string together more than a few utterances at once.

“Oh, come now, Delilah. You’re an awful liar. I much prefer it when people are honest with me rather than telling me what they think they should say… So… Do be honest and tell me: Does the thought of Cherry being my submissive make you jealous?”

Delilah opened her mouth to speak, only to let out a needy whimper. She covered her mouth as the corner of Ms. Verity’s curled upward. Delilah stared across the table, her eyes begging for a brief respite as she clamped her legs together, but the vibrations would not relent. Ms. Verity simply cocked her eyebrow in return, waiting patiently. “I… Maybe… Yes…”

“And why are you jealous of her?” Ms. Verity tugged at the thread she had unravelled.

“Because… The thought of being… The thought of you being my…” Delilah struggled to string together a coherent sentence. She kept her head down. She could almost feel the glances from other patrons boring into the back of her head, and as she rubbed her thighs together, she realised quite how wet she had become. She gasped as the vibrations finally slowed to a gentle murmur that kept her hyper-aware of her own body, but not enough to overwhelm her. Looking up, Ms. Verity made a little gesture with her hand, encouraging her to continue. “The thought that she gets to be yours… A-and do what you say… and to be by your side when I don’t… It makes me jealous. The thought of having to work in my office every day, knowing you’re upstairs and I’d rather be at your feet… It’s… It’s almost unbearable.”

“Cherry proves herself my loyal submissive every single day. Do you think you are remotely worthy of such a title?”

“I don’t… F-fuck…” She mumbled. She gripped the table as she tried to think of how to answer, all the while trying to stifle a moan. Ms. Verity took a bite of her food, patiently waiting for an answer. Delilah wanted to say yes, but she couldn’t. “I-I… No, Ms. Verity, but… but… I want to become worthy…”

“I think you sell yourself short. While it’s true that you have some way to prove yourself, I’ve met few others quite so desperate to please as you. If I didn’t find it such an admirable quality, it would be borderline pitiful.” In her present state, the cocktail of praise and degradation had a particularly potent effect, leaving Delilah’s mind fuzzy and needy. “But… If that desperation could blossom into devotion, you could be quite a valuable addition to my department. Loyalty is a rare trait in the corporate world…” Ms. Verity made it sound as if she were musing to herself, but with the way she suddenly cut off the vibrations, it felt as if she was expecting an answer. Delilah gave a little whine as she tried to refocus her mind enough to respond.

“I could…?”

“Yes… I’m sure I could use someone like you working under me... And if you’re as desperate to prove yourself worthy as you seem, maybe you’ll earn the right to call yourself mine…” Delilah stared with wide eyes.

“Y-yes, please! I-I’m sure… I-I mean, not to presume, b-but I know I could…”

“Wonderful,” Ms. Verity cut her off. “I’ll have one of my girls sort the details out tomorrow, and we can have you hard at work before lunch.” The abruptness with which she made the decision would have made it clear to anyone else that she had already decided before the evening began, but in Delilah’s overwhelmed state, it almost seemed as if it were spur-of-the-moment.

The waiter approached the table. Before he could get a word out, Ms. Verity spoke. “That was quite wonderful, thank you. No desserts. Please, bring the bill.” He nodded and walked off.

Delilah looked down at her plate. She had barely had a chance to eat at all. That wasn’t the only thing that wasn’t finished. “We’re going…? Not that I’m ungrateful, of course! B-but you spent the whole time playing with the… You know… And I’m so close to… F-fuck…” Delilah gripped the edge of the table, whimpering pathetically. “Please, can you at least let me…?” She trailed off, too embarrassed to beg for what she needed in such a public place.

Ms. Verity tutted, the feigned nature of her disapproval evident in her voice. “Goodness! Asking someone to make you cum in the middle of a restaurant? And here I was thinking you liked to play the demure, uncorrupted maiden.” Delilah’s eyes flicked to the waiter, suddenly standing over them once more, while he looked back at the two with equally red cheeks as her. The executive nonchalantly dealt with the check as if nothing had happened before waving him away again, hardly looking up at him. She leant across the table and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ve got something better than dessert planned for you.”

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It was dark out. No stars were visible, drowned out by the dazzling lights of a bustling evening in the city. “Let’s take a little stroll, shall we?” Ms. Verity asked Delilah and began leading her along before she got a response. She struggled to keep up, her legs feeling weak after an entire meal being teased. Between that and Ms. Verity’s long strides, she almost had to run to keep pace.

It wasn’t long until they entered a seedier part of the city – somewhere Ms. Verity clearly didn’t belong, and where even Delilah stood out while wearing her evening dress. Away from the open plazas in front of the business district’s towers, the roads began to narrow until they became a labyrinth lit by flickering neon signs. “Are we going somewhere? I didn’t really expect you’d know your way around this part of town,” Delilah said, almost wondering out loud. “It seems a bit… Uh…” She searched for the right term. “…down-market? For you, at least…”

Ms. Verity shook her head with a little chuckle. “It’s not like I’ve always had the money for nice restaurants. No, you don’t just join a company and get a position like mine straight away. Believe it or not, I used to go to all sorts of places tucked away here, back when I first moved from London. Back then, I was twenty years old, an entire ocean away from home, all alone in a new city. Honestly, I’m surprised half of the places down here are still open…” Ms. Verity trailed off, almost sounding wistful.

“I only really come here with others from work. I don’t think I’d ever go to any of these places alone.”

“Perhaps you should try it sometime. Whenever I saw a shy little thing like you sitting all alone in the evening, there was a good chance I’d snatch her up and she’d end the night at my place.” Delilah blushed at the prospect. Perhaps if she had put herself out there more, she would have been on the arm of someone like Ms. Verity sooner. As they turned a corner past another backstreet bar, Delilah suddenly felt her shoulders being pinned against the rough brick. Ms. Verity leaned in and whispered breathily in her ear. “Of course, if she was a slut, I would just take her out back and fuck her there instead.”

Delilah felt the vibrations inside her start again, once more bringing the waves of arousal surging back. She glanced around, worried about any prying eyes that would see her, but this part of the city felt deserted compared to the bustle of the restaurant. She simply closed her eyes and at last let out a moan, the sort she had been suppressing all night. “Which would you rather be, I wonder? The girl I take home to my bed, or the slut who gets fucked in an alley? You act as if you were the former, but I think deep down, you’d rather be the latter…” Ms. Verity kept a hand placed firmly on Delilah’s shoulder, while her other started to slide down her waist. Almost instinctively, Delilah spread her legs as she tossed her head back, her body quivering. “Which is it? Tell me,” Ms. Verity ordered.

“I’d rather be a slut…” Delilah moaned out, feeling fingers tug the hem of her dress. “I don’t think I could wait to get home… I’ve already been waiting for this all night…” Yet again, she gave another whimper as Ms. Verity’s nails glided along her inner thigh. Delilah’s body tensed with anticipation at the slightest touch.

“How impatient…” she teased. “Such a lack of self-restraint… Who knew that this whole quiet girl act was just a cover for a whore who begs to get fucked in a back alley at the first opportunity?” As her hands traced along her flesh, her touch became more and more unbearable, the vibrations in her ass keeping Delilah hyper-focused on every little sensation running across her body. “This is the treat you hoped for, isn’t it? The chance to give in to the pleasure I offer those that are mine…” Her fingers finally climbed their way upwards, running across the front of Delilah’s lacy black panties with the lightest touch. Delilah grasped at the wall as her legs almost buckled under her. An evening of teasing had left her body desperate for the attention it was finally receiving. “Don’t you want it, Delilah? Don’t you just want to give in to that pleasure?”

Even the slightest brush of fingers between her legs made her whimper. Delilah pushed her hips forward, letting out a needy moan. “God, yes… I need it…” A finger hooked into her underwear and tugged it aside. She felt her cunt being unveiled, the chill of the cool evening air making her feel ever more exposed.

“You really are just the most desperate little toy, aren’t you? Always so very eager to prove yourself to me...” Delilah simply nodded as Ms. Verity traced her fingers along her slit, before plunging them deep inside, reaching her knuckle in one swift motion. Unable to stifle all her needy little utterances anymore, Delilah cried out in a moan that echoed through the alley. Her arms reached up and clasped around Ms. Verity’s back, pulling her in closer. A haze of lust utterly clouded her mind, and her eyes closed tight. She felt the fingers inside her start to glide in and out. The hand on her shoulder loosened, only to climb upwards and reassert itself around her neck – Just enough to make her feel weak, exposed, vulnerable.

Ms. Verity leaned in until her lips brushed against Delilah’s ear. “My, how your body must crave release… That’s what you need, isn’t it? To cum in an alleyway, like a common whore...” Her fingers slid in and out of Delilah’s needy hole, as her arousal dripped down her inner thighs. She felt her body tense as climax swiftly approached, spurred on by the sweet words of encouragement that Ms. Verity purred. She placed her hand on the executive’s waist to steady herself, uncertain her legs would withstand the orgasm building within her. “But…” Ms. Verity’s hand froze.

Delilah opened her eyes and found them met by Ms. Verity’s emerald gaze. From the cruel grin painted across her face, she seemed to revel in the overwhelming desire that wracked Delilah’s body as she kept her teetering on the edge. Delilah couldn’t help but let out a little whine, feeling herself so close to the release she needed. “You’re not mine yet, are you?” Ms. Verity pulled her fingers out and once more ran them along Delilah’s slit, with only the most delicate touch. She was left too aroused to form a coherent thought. All the while, every little twitch or spasm in Delilah’s body told Ms. Verity just how far she could push her while depriving her of the crescendo she had been building to. “In fact, you weren’t even sure if you were worthy earlier this evening… And if you’re not mine, and you’re not worthy, do you really deserve the pleasure I can give you?”

The worker’s hips thrust forward in a futile attempt to hump the hand between her legs like a pathetic, needy bitch, only for Ms. Verity to withdraw her fingers until Delilah stopped. Without even thinking, her left hand attempted to move between her legs, only for it to end up pinned against the brick wall by the wrist.

“Of course, I am a woman of my word… I offered you a reward and if you wish, you may have it… But what a display of devotion it would be to give that up, just to try to impress me… To forgo your own pleasure to show me what a good, obedient girl you are... I wonder… Would you do that? For me?” Ms. Verity savoured the look of conflict that flashed across Delilah’s face. The desire for pleasure. The desire to submit. Her animalistic urges. Her desperation for approval. The whole time, Ms. Verity ran her finger up and down Delilah’s folds at an agonisingly slow speed while the toy inside her continued to vibrate. A single drop of drool escaped from the corner of her mouth as it hung agape, struggling to formulate a response while her brain could hardly think straight. “What will it be, Delilah? Will you surrender your pleasure to me?” Ms. Verity asked plainly. She hardly had to. The executive knew precisely what her subordinate would do.

It took all the restraint Delilah had in her to not simply beg to cum. Her body was screaming out to be pushed over the edge into the sweet ecstasy that was ever-so-close. Countless times over the past month, she had masturbated to her fantasies of Ms. Verity pinning her down and pleasuring her, climaxing again and again late into the night. To deny herself that which had she craved so much felt like a total and utter betrayal of her own desires. And yet knowing it would impress the woman before her, her new boss, she felt like she would do anything. “Yes…” Delilah just about managed to mumble.

“Yes, what? Say it.”

“Yes… I… I surrender my pleasure to you…” She felt the hand return between her legs, gently teasing her again, almost as if to torture her with that which she was denying herself. “Oh, f-fuck… I can’t take anymore…” She mumbled without thinking, much to the amusement of her tormentor. Ms. Verity slowly pulled her fingers away from her, a small mercy considering the aching lust that Delilah was left with.

“I truly am most impressed, Delilah…” Delilah felt her chin being lifted until she was staring up at her boss, just inches from her face. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl so very desperate to prove herself… I think I’m going to enjoy having you working under me…” With this, the executive finally let go of Delilah, who found her unsteady legs giving out under her. She sat there for a second, panting with all her pent-up, unreleased arousal. Without even thinking, her hand started moving towards her needy hole, only to be stopped by the tip of Ms. Verity’s heel, firmly pinning her hand to the ground. “Self-restraint, Delilah,” she reminded. “Denying your base urges until you’re worthy of indulging them will be so much more rewarding.”

Ms. Verity pulled out a phone from her little red bag and dialled a number. As it rang, she reached down and gently ran her hand through Delilah’s hair, caressing her and sending even more shivers down her spine. “Yes, bring the car around… An alleyway just off Harding Street, we’ll meet you by the road. No, just her.” As she tucked her phone away, she paused, before pulling out her little remote and disabling the vibrations that continued to torment her subordinate. Extending a hand, Ms. Verity helped Delilah up before leading her out of the narrow passage and onto the street where a car was already pulling up.

“I expect to see you on my floor, bright and early at 8 o’clock sharp tomorrow.” She slipped her hand between Delilah’s legs and ran her fingers over her folds one last time, in full view of the mercifully quiet street, “I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful employee of mine.”

“I’m looking forward to it too…” Delilah weakly replied. Her enthusiasm for her new job was somewhat muted by the physical frustration overwhelming her every thought. As the car drove off, she pressed her thighs together, barely stifling a whimper. Her every instinct cried out of her to start pleasuring herself there and then, but she kept her hands firmly planted on her thighs. Even out of her sight, the words ‘self-restraint’ echoed in her mind. She knew it would be a long night of temptation before her first day in her new job tomorrow. Delilah gasped, feeling one last blitz of vibrations from the plug inside her, glancing back at a smirking Ms. Verity as the car finally drove out of range of the remote.