Jessica's Change Management Ch. 09

"Tell us you're sorry for being too dumb, bitch!" Matt upped the ante.

"I... I..." Having to degrade myself like that was so bad it made me stammer. "I'm sorry for being such a stupid ditz. I'm too dumb to catch your meaning. I can only learn by example, sir. Please, don't be mad."

Having to call myself stupid felt like a new low for me. It was something completely different than calling myself a slut. I was a highly-educated business executive and far from stupid after all!

"Awww! How can we be mad at such a stupid dolly!" Justin chimed in rubbing salt into the wound.

"C'mon fuckdoll, be a good office pet 'n do what you're told." D-Rod finally took over. "Close that jacket 'n get your lipstick out. We're all here. So it's time for the test round."

D-Rod clearly liked the idea of the test round. He wouldn't let it get out of hand, would he? Anyways, I wasn't here to question him. Honestly, I felt so much better with him taking charge than with him taking a back seat.

So I quickly buttoned up my black satin blouse and fastened up my burgundy leather jacket. Fortunately, none of my co-workers had walked by. That was a relief.

"Time to apply the lipstick. Spackle those slutty lips, office bunny!" Matt told me.

"Not like that, silly bitch!" He stopped me when I held the lipstick in my right hand and reached up to my face.

"Don't you know how a stupid office tart applies lipstick?" He chided me. "You pushed those funbags up to your chin already. So use your assets. Stick the lipstick into your cleavage and cake it on without using your hands!"

I groaned in despair when I realized what he wanted me to do. This sounded so silly! It sounded so degrading! It would never work and my face would end up looking like a mess!

Fuck it! I wouldn't yield to the overbearing douchebag. I wouldn't show him how much his mocking remarks hurt me. I would perform the test round with my head held high!

Slowly, I turned the tube and unsheathed the deep red lipstick. As my big, soft fleshorbs were encompassed by the tight leather jacket and pushed up by the corset, they were firmly pressed together and bulged out on top. Sticking the tube between my funbags, the lipstick stood up erect and proud. I lowered my head as much as I could in an attempt to reach the tip of the cosmetic.

It didn't work! I couldn't reach down low enough! Groaning in frustration, I gave it another try. Once again, I couldn't reach the lipstick.

Damnit! I must have looked so stupid failing to apply lipstick. It was such an easy everyday task. Yet, Matt had managed to turn it into a degrading ordeal.

Trying a new approach, I pushed my upper arms together squeezing my ample boobs and making them bulge out even more. It must have looked so obscene with my tit meat pinched and squeezed to the extreme.

Bending my head down, however, I finally managed to touch the cosmetic with my lips. It was only a slight touch, though. Still, I moved my lips along the lipstick to apply the makeup.

"Not enough, Miss Brat!" Matt urged me on.

So I pressed my arms together until they met at my elbows. My juicy juggs got lifted another inch making my titflesh bulge so much it looked ready to burst any second. Finally, though, I was able to fully press my lips onto the lipstick. So I rubbed them over the cosmetic until it felt like thick paint had been caked onto my mouth.

When I looked up, the guys couldn't stop chuckling at the sight. I must have laid it on so thickly that it looked totally ridiculous, extending over my lips at all sides.

Eventually, D-Rod got off his seat and walked over to me. Towering over me, he simply pointed to the ground and I sank to my knees without hesitation. Yes, please take charge! I was so glad that it was my man stepping up to me.

"You know why I picked this jewelry?" He asked the other guys. "Let me show you!"

Reaching down, he grabbed my right armlet.

Click! Click!

My eyes grew wide when I heard a clicking sound. Looking over my shoulder, I saw D-Rod using the fasteners to hook the right armlet to the right anklet.

WTF?!? Those fasteners worked like carabiners! They were not just ornaments! Shit! The arm cuffs and anklets weren't as flashy as the other accessories D-Rod had shown me but just as kinky.

Doing the same with my left armlet, the Latino tied my arms and legs together. I was kneeling on the ground with my wrists tied to my ankles behind my back and the lipstick sticking in between my cleavage. D-Rod had put me in restraints! I couldn't move my arms at all. They were trapped behind my back!

"Time to leave your lipstick on your man!" D-Rod announced. "Gotta work your way up, Missy! You start with kissing my shoes. Gettit?"

No! I didn't get it! I was totally perplex.

Yes, I wanted him to order me around. No, I didn't want to perform that specific order. After all, he wanted me to kiss his shoes in the interns' office with the chance of a co-worker stumbling in on us!

"What you're waiting for, fuckdoll!" D-Rod hissed.

Even though I was flinching from his sudden outburst, it did the trick. I didn't want him to raise his voice any further. I didn't want him to call my colleagues' attention. His dominance surged over me and bent me forward like an invisible hand.

The change in his demeanor stifled any kind of opposition from me. I wanted to show the Latin macho that I knew my role and was willing to fulfill any task that came along with it. I didn't want to embarrass him in front of his fellow interns, especially not in front of Matt.

With my wrists tied to my ankles, my movements were completely constricted. Leaning forward automatically pushed my legs up. So I had to balance on my knees with my arms behind my back and my feet in the air. What an awkward position!

Of course, I lost balance and tumbled over. My head fell right onto D-Rod's shoe, earning me a round of laughter with this clumsy display. Pulling me up on my chestnut tresses, the young Latino made me look up to him.

"Repeat that until you get it right, lil hussy. Show me you're worthy of wearing this jewelry!"

When he let my hair go, I set to my task without another word. I definitely wanted to show him that I could move gracefully in my shackles. Once again, I bent down lifting my legs off the ground and balancing on my knees. I held the position for several seconds, my whole body jerking and trembling wildly.

When I began lowering my body to reach D-Rod's shoes, however, I lost my balance again and tumbled onto the ground. Wincing as much from desperation as humiliation, I clumsily had to push myself back onto my knees.

"How many tries the slut's gonna need? What you think?" Justin asked the other interns.

"10 tries. The office tart's too stupid to learn quicker than that." As expected, Matt dropped another taunt.

Even though I tried my best to ignore the douchebag's mocking, it spurred me on. I gave my best with the next tries. One more time, I fell onto my face. Then I finally found out the trick.

Spreading my legs apart gave me the balance to remain on my knees and lower myself down to kiss D-Rod's shoes. It also caused my tight leather skirt to rise up and expose my pink shaved pussy, however.

By now, the demeaning task of having to kiss a guy's shoes didn't even matter anymore. All that was crucial was to fulfill the job before Matt mocked me as a silly bitch again. I was so out of breath when I finally managed to press my lipstick-caked lips onto the leather upper that the taste didn't even register with me.

Lifting myself back up, I saw a red, smeary line on D-Rod's shoes. It wasn't the complete shape of my kissing mouth as only the lower lip had left an imprint. Still, it was better than nothing.

"Hm, it's OK for starters, Missy. You better improve with more practice, though, lil pet." D-Rod told me. "Now, get your ass over to Taylor and greet my boys properly."

Only then, I realized that I had to kiss all interns' shoes. I had been so occupied with pleasing D-Rod that it hadn't even occurred to me before. It wasn't anything I was looking forward to. I had blended out how disgusting the act was while trying to balance on my knees. But now, the full extent of nastiness hit me.

Nonetheless, I started crawling over to Taylor. With my wrists tied to my ankles, it wasn't easy and looked more than awkward. Clumsily, I tried to coordinate my legs and arms while crawling through the interns' office. It was little short of a miracle that none of my colleagues had walked past yet as they must have been arriving in drones right now, leaving a bit of hope that I would make it out with my secret intact.

When I reached the black intern, he turned around on his chair and placed his black leather shoes right in front of me. Looking at his shoes gave me a queasy feeling. I hadn't checked out D-Rod's shoes in such detail which had been a good idea. Taylor's shoes weren't overly dirty but I noticed some muddy spots. After all, he had walked through the streets with them.

Suppressing any kind of complaint, I bent forward and lowered my head. Now that I had the knack of how to balance on my knees, my mouth hovered over the black leather upper for a moment. I had to gulp down my revulsion before I puckered my lips and gave both shoes a quick peck. It was over so quickly I barely tasted the leather. It was enough, however, to leave a trace of lipstick. As soon as I was done, I cast a glance over my shoulder to look at the hallway. Still, no one had seen me.

Hurriedly, I crawled over to Justin who was wearing a brown pair of dress shoes. There was some dry soil sticking to them. They looked even less appealing than Taylor's. The slimebag definitely hadn't shined them for a few days. The urge to complain swept over me and made me grimace. Noticing my revulsion, the four college boys started laughing at me.

"What's up, dollie? My shoes not good enough for you?" Justin seemed to become more aggressive with every passing second. "You think that leather suit 'n bling bling makes you upper crust? All hoity-toity, aren't we? Hehehe!"

My new-found pride in being D-Rod's office pet didn't let me leave that taunt unanswered. So I bent down and kissed the business student's right shoe. I gave it three long, lingering kisses all over the upper. Turning to the left shoe, I extensively kissed it, too. All the while, I tried to suppress the thoughts of all the rain puddles Justin might have stepped in. My need to make D-Rod proud outweighed my disgust.

"Today's crammed with conference calls. So much wasted time."

"Yeah, nothing ever gets done there."

I suddenly heard two of my colleagues chatting on their way to the office kitchen. What the fuck were they doing here? They must have just arrived. Their voices were so loud they had to be close. I squealed in panic when I looked over my shoulder. They weren't there yet! But it could only be a few more steps before they saw me!

Shit! Fuck! Goddamnit!

Seized with panic, I frantically moved which wasn't very fast with my arms and legs tied together. Hastily, I crawled into a free cubicle. Of course, the restraints caused me to fall onto my face on the way which made the boys hoot. The sight of me toppling over myself to hide like a scared cat must have been more than ridiculous.

"Hehehe! Squealing like a pig 'n jumping like a cat!" Matt sneered.

Of course, my colleagues had heard the noise and walked into the interns' office to check it out.

"Hey, what's going on in here? Shouldn't you be busy working?" One of my co-workers asked the interns.

I recognized the voice. It was Mr. Clark, one of the oldest employees in the consulting firm and a member of Ortega's team. I couldn't stand him as he always came across as a sleazy, old jerk.

"Oh, we're sorry. We're just trying to fuse fun and work, Mr. Clark." Matt replied. "Actually, I was preparing a presentation and was looking for some pictures to beef it up."

"And what's so funny about that?" The second colleague inquired.

It was Mr. Lambert, another elder consultant from Ortega's team, who was working in the firm longer than me and still had a hard time accepting me as his superior.

"Oh, during my search, I found some funny pictures and shared them with the others."

"Well, all right. But you better don't let it distract you." Lambert wasn't convinced.

"Let me take a look at the presentation. I'm meeting the client tomorrow so there's not much time for changes." He continued.

Hearing Lambert's prompt almost made me choke. Damnit! Why couldn't he be busy? Why couldn't I get lucky for once?

Huddling behind the cubicle wall, I tried my best to hunch. Holding my breath, I heard footsteps coming closer. Then everything was silent. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I peeked around the corner. I saw a pair of legs standing at Matt's cubicle directly next to the wall behind which I was hiding! If he looked over the dividing wall, he would see me! He was so close!

From my limited field of vision, I couldn't see Clark. So I had to assume that he hadn't walked to the cubicle but proceeded to the office kitchen instead. I didn't want to alarm Lambert by any means, so I tried to make no sound at all. My heart was beating in my chest so heavily, though, I thought he might hear it. When Matt started showing Lambert the presentation, the elder consultant took another step towards the desk. He came even closer! He actually rested his arm on the dividing wall right above my head!

While Lambert and Matt went through the presentation, I mentally started preparing for my colleague to discover me, going through all possible excuses. I couldn't come up with a single cohesive explanation, though. The situation was too absurd. How was I supposed to explain kneeling in a cubicle in the interns' office? How was I supposed to explain having my arms and legs tied together? There was only one explanation: I was the interns' luxury toy.

"Danny showed me a picture that might be a better fit for the topic." Matt suddenly said when Lambert was dissatisfied with a slide.

"Hey Danny, could you show the picture to Mr. Lambert?" He directly addressed the Latino.

"Um..., of course. Just... wait a sec." D-Rod stammered in response.

I couldn't see what was happening next. But D-Rod's surprised reaction told me that he hadn't expected any of it. I almost cried out when I remembered the pictures he had opened on his PC. He hadn't closed the photos of all the glamour bimbos he had shown me! The frantic clicking that followed only confirmed my suspicion. Obviously, the Latino was hastily closing the tabs in his browser.

"You got a lot of tabs open there, Danny. You're supposed to focus on your tasks!" Lambert reprimanded D-Rod after walking over to his cubicle. "What was the last one? Looked like a picture of a woman."

"Oh, must have been some advertisement. You know how these search engines work." D-Rod tried to make excuses.

"Next time I come in here, I will control your browser, Danny. You better not have some pictures open." The senior consultant gave him a stern warning. "Consider this your final warning. Your performance hasn't been convincing either. Take your cue from Justin and Matt. Their work has been considerably better!"

"Don't want to hear any excuses. Just improve your performance." Lambert cut D-Rod short before he could defend himself. "Still, I like this picture for the presentation. Send it to Matt."

"I'm back in about two hours. Finish the presentation until then." He told the frat boy before walking out of the office.

Even when I couldn't hear Lambert any longer, I didn't make a move. He had been on his way to the office kitchen with Clark. So I wanted to wait until they had left with their coffees. Matt didn't play along, though. He stepped into my cubicle and grabbed my chestnut brown tresses, forcing me to crawl out.

"You better finish kissing my shoes before they walk out of the kitchen, petdoll." He told me.

Frantically, I tried to crawl over to his cubicle, but I wasn't fast enough. So Matt practically dragged me over on my knees with my wrists still tied to my ankles. At least, the frat boy sat on the other side of the room so the cube walls were blocking the view from the hallway.

Reaching Matt, he made me look up to him with a pull on my chestnut hair. A cruel smile played on his lips. For a moment, my immense dislike for this overbearing douchebag flared up and I looked daggers at him.

I don't know why, but a moment later I lowered my gaze. I couldn't look him in the eye anymore. Holding his gaze felt like making a stand which wasn't due to me. Even though I only accepted D-Rod as my master, I was still subservient to the other interns. On top of dropping my gaze, I also lowered my head, being fully aware of the gesture.

With the pecking order clarified, Matt surprised me with his next move. He put his right foot onto my left thigh. He rested the sole of his black leather shoe right on my fine, black stockings! It gave me the creeps. The sole must have been so dirty and manky! I couldn't help but jerk in disgust.

"Spit on it, dirty whore!" The frat boy told me in brash words. "You think getting a bellybutton piercing 'n decorating yourself with some glitter makes you a good slut? Far from it! Those little pecks were pathetic! Prove that you're eager to serve 'n give me a proper shoeshine!"

Gawd! I hated this entitled douche. He definitely had a mean streak and would always find a way to bully me. Yet, that was exactly what appealed to my submissive nature, right?

Puckering my lips, I gathered some spit in my mouth and did as told. With his shoe placed on my stockings, I spit a gob of drool right onto the black leather upper. Matt then changed his position, putting his left shoe onto my right leg. He even had the swagger to rub his dirty sole up and down my stocking-clad thigh which caused a cold shower to run down my spine.

Meanwhile, I dutifully gathered some more spit in my mouth and spat it onto the leather upper. When Matt put his shoe off my thigh, I saw two big gobs of thick, white spit glistening on the leather. It looked so gross it almost made me gag in revulsion!

Pulling on my hair, Matt slowly pushed my face down. With my arms tied to my legs, there was nothing I could do to defend myself. Keeping my tongue out, I saw his shoes coming closer.

Matt kept on pushing until my tongue was firmly pressed against the upper of his right shoe, holding me in place for a few moments. I felt my own bubbly drool on my tongue, and finally tasted the leather. It was so bitter, making me gag pitifully.

Despite my struggles, though, I kept my tongue out. The severe taste attacked my senses while the gross drool gave me the creeps. It made my whole body twitch and jerk but Matt held me in place nonetheless.

Another pull on my hair told me to start licking the whole upper. Slowly, I slid my tongue upwards. My body twisted violently when the bitter taste intensified. I smeared the drool all over the upper. Knowing that I couldn't stop until all the slobber was gone and his shoe was shining, I proceeded to lick up and down, blinding out the yukky taste.

When I was finished spit-shining his shoe, I had to give the upper a big, smacking kiss leaving a perfectly formed kissing mouth on his shoe. Then Matt pulled my head up with a tug on my chestnut hair and guided me over to his left shoe. Once again, he pushed me face first into the gob of drool. By now, however, I had gotten used to the feel and taste.

"Still not working?" I suddenly heard Lambert's voice.

Shock!

The senior consultant must have been standing in the door! He had come back after getting a coffee! Panic seized me again and I quickly moved to crawl under Matt's desk.

Lambert hadn't seen me yet. Matt's cubicle was on the other side of the room so I was hidden by the cube wall. But what if the consultant came across the room to check on the presentation again?