A young office executive steals from her company and is discovered by a male co-worker who uses this to blackmail her. He humiliates and uses her in the office, tricks her into signing up for a compromising photography shoot, and arranges for her to be subjected to more and more humiliating situations and acts of submission.

Mistress Jane Henderson learns the hard way not to bet on a sure thing.

"One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come to you and show you
a nice, brand new deck of cards on which the seal has not yet been broken. This
man is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out
of that deck and piss in your ear. Now son, you do not take this bet, for as
sure as you stand there, you are going to wind up with an earful of piss."

From Sky Masterson's speech about his father's advice - from "Guys and Dolls."
[The wording is as originally written by Damon Runyon in his short story on
which the play was based. For the play, "piss" was changed to "squirt cider."
and the speech became known as "the earful of cider speech."]

CHAPTER ONE

Bonnie could smell her every time she was near. It didn't matter if it was in school, or afterwards in the yard, or on the weekends at the clubs.

Especially at the clubs. Bonnie was known to make the circuit every Friday through Sunday, like religion.

She was an excellent dancer, a good-looking babe who could have her pick of any of the more than willing men in the packed discos.

And she did.

She had her share.

Nubile executive is forced to submit to a client's demands in order to "seal the deal."
Under His Thumb by Nikita

Janice Sanders was in her late 30s. She had been a 
teacher and cheerleader coach for going on ten years. 
She was well off money wise and had a good reputation 
in the local town of Taylor. She should have been very 
happy, except...

CHAPTER ONE

Ellen Kimberly tried pulling away, the filthy sole of the engineering boot crushing her upper lip. The pretty teenager tried squirming away, her fingers curling and digging into the soft dirt beneath her for traction. But Ellen found she couldn't make a move. Her cousin Jeff was holding her captive there, increasing the weight of his foot against her skull when it looked as if she would wriggle from him.

"No, Jeff, please! I... I'm sorry!" she wailed, shaking the tears from her eyes and staring up at the tall broad-shouldered stud straddling her.

Chapter 3: Opening Events

I don't think there has been a moment in my life that 
compares with the realization that I'd got her. My mind 
was full of possibilities, of the things I'd planed and 
of my slave. I fell to sleep that night with the image 
of my slave, bound, gagged and subdued in all her 
fetish finery burning itself into my brain.