The first few days of her new job passed by with relative ease.
Angela's staff seemed willing enough to adhere to her wishes for a move
vital, aggressive department. At the weekly staff meeting, she had
outlined her plans to improve production. Her boss liked her ideas and
predicted that she would move up the ladder quickly.

    Scott proved to be one with dynamic ideas. The plans he had to
increase productivity were quickly melded together with her own to form
the best plan. His arrogance put her off more than once in that first
week, though. She nearly had to have him barred from her office it had
gotten so bad.

    Speaking with her secretary, Angela had learned that Scott figured
to get the job she was in. That would explain the obvious hostility
toward her. But in all fairness, it wasn't her fault that the bosses
didn't feel he was right for the position. Of course, being her
assistant meant he would have plenty of input. But we all know that
credit is the name of the corporate game.

    It was Friday afternoon when he strolled into her office and
plopped down in a chair.
"Well, I see the kitten woman hasn't gotten her fur torn off." He mused
at her aggressive demeanor.
"Oh yes, so sorry to disappoint you. I know you're looking forward to
seeing me fall flat on my ass." She shot back at him. The week had been
full of these barb filled conversations.
"I must admit. You've surpassed all my expectations. I expected you to
be tearing your hair out by now." he said thoughtfully.
"Did you now? Of course a mere woman couldn't keep herself together in
the dog eat dog business world. Isn't that what you're saying?"
"No, that isn't what I meant at all. I wouldn't expect you to
understand anyway." he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Try me. I might surprise you." He looked at her for a moment.
"I doubt that, but we'll discuss it over dinner. Say 8:00?"
What an insufferable bastard! Angela thought to herself.
"Sure, 8:00 is fine." He gave her his address and said he would see her
later.

    Angela had to shake her head in wonder as the confident man rose
and walked from her office. Well, a night out wouldn't be a bad idea.
Plus she was sure James and Bridgette would like the time alone, as
well.

    Bridgette had went through with becoming his property. she always
sat at his feet when he watched TV. Followed him around like a pet any
other time. At first he found it amusing, but grew increasingly tired
of it when she stuck to him like glue.

    Bridgette reacted with great happiness when they were told Angela
had a dinner date that evening. She looked up at James who was sitting
over her at the kitchen table and asked him if she could go take a
shower. he told her to go ahead and shook his head as he stared after
her while she walked from the room.

    Angela asked him what he was going to do about her sister.
"You know, I was thinking of marrying her so she'll forget about all of
this slave business."
"You have to admit, it's very exciting though." She countered him.
"Besides, I don't think she'd forget it even if you got married."
"You don't think so?.. Nahhhh I don't either. Perhaps i'll indulge her
for awhile and see if she works it out of her system."  Angela giggled
and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Oh how thoughtful of you! You're such a sweetheart" She said
teasingly. Then she stood up and announced that she had to get dressed
herself.

    James playfully swatted her bottom as she wiggled it past him. She
jumped as it had hurt and turned around pouting while she rubbed her
ass. "Why did you have to do that?" She asked in a little girl voice.
"Ohhh I don't know. It was there and looked so inviting..." He grinned
at her. " I just couldn't resist."  Angela let her tongue roll over her
upper lip. "Mmmmmm. I'll have to walk by you more often, in that case"
She cooed seductively while her hands stayed on her bottom.

    "Oh yeah? Why don't you walk it over here, now?" He asked her. She
walked deliberately toward him. "Well, I don't know. You wouldn't get
too tempted would you?" Was her coquettish answer. She walked to his
chair and turned, slightly bending as she looked back at him. Her lips
were parted but her eyes mocked him. "Do you feel invited?" she said in
an alluring whisper.

    In answer, he quickly slapped her pants covered ass. This time not
softly. "Ohhhhhh.. Are you accepting my invitation?" She asked him,
smiling as she lounged in the stinging sensation.  He laughed and
reached out taking her hips in his hands, pulling the leggy woman back
until her bottom was planted on his lap.
"No no.. We can't have you all hot and bothered for your dinner date!"
He said, hands around her waist. Angela giggled and wriggled her bottom
in his lap.
"You slap my ass a few more times and i'll forget all about dinner."
"Oh..that just won't do" He patted her bottom.. "Run along now... go get
yourself all dolled up!" Angela smiled then leaned over and kissed him
briefly on the lips.
"Now I know why Bridge is so crazy about you." She hugged him for a
moment before sighing and standing.
"Yeah.. I do need to get dressed."  She said and left the room.

    Bridgette emerged from the bathroom wearing her velour robe, and a
towel around her head. She padded over to where James was sitting at
the table and plopped herself down happily at his feet. She stayed
there until James insisted that she sit at the table while they ate.

    During dinner, Angela appeared from her bedroom and told them that
she didn't know what time she'd be home, but left the number of where
she was going just in case they needed her.

    Angela left them to themselves, James and Bridgette finished their
dinner in silence. Once they had finished, James put the dishes away
and retired to the living room.

    Bridgette walked into the living room behind him and again sat as
his feet when he settled on the sofa.

    James more or less ignored her for a few minutes. She had been idly
running her fingers over his leg while they watched some program she
wasn't paying any attention to.

    Bridgette was getting a little worried that James was growing away
from her. It seemed that more she tried to get his attention, the less
attention she got. She hated to believe it, but something inside of her
told her that she ought to be worried about James and her sister.

    Without doing her usual bit of asking hie permission to do
something, Bridgette got up off the floor and went into their bedroom
to dry her hair. James heard the hair dryer coming on and glanced at
the clock. It usually took her around a half hour to get her hair the
way she wanted it.

    Around 25 minutes later, Bridgette came out of the room and took
her place at his feet. James asked her to sit up on the sofa, as he
wanted to talk to her about something.

    "Oh no. Here we go." She thought to herself as she pulled herself
up and onto the sofa. She sat sideways facing him.
"What did you wish to talk to me about, master?" She asked him.
"Baby, I want you to stop all this slave nonsense." He told her point
blank.
"Why, master? aren't I a good slave?"
"That isn't the point, and you know it. I'm not comfortable when you
stick to me like a shadow all the time."
"It's only because I want to be near you, master. You can't see any
fault with that can you?" She asked innocently.
"Bridgette, when we're home... How much time are we NOT together?"
"But I love you, master. I only want to be near you." She let out a
loud hiss of air.
"Quit calling me master. Don't you understand that i'm tired of it? It
isn't cute anymore!" He was getting frustrated with her and she sensed
it.
"You don't want me anymore!" She pouted. "Who is she?"
"She?.. There's no one else. Don't accuse me."
"Well, why else would you not want me anymore?" She asked.
"Now who said ANYTHING about me not wanting you anymore?"
"You did! Just a second ago. You said you didn't want me to be your
slave anymore."  He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
"You're putting words in my mouth. All I said is that I want you to
stop all this slave bullshit." Her face dropped
"See? You just said it again." She said, folding her arms.
"Oh give it a rest, Bridgette." He was fast losing his patience
"It's Angie, isn't it?" He bubbled over with laughter.
"Now you're being completely silly."
"I don't happen to think it's a silly notion. I see the way you two act
together. Maybe i'll just move back into my old apartment so you and
her can be happy."  James started to assure her that SHE was the one he
wanted. But changed his mind.. He decided to play her little game
instead.
"Suit yourself." He said shrugging. "I'm certainly not going to argue
with you." Bridgette's jaw dropped open.
"You son of a bitch!" She screamed. "You'd just let me walk out of
here, wouldn't you?" He hit a nerve and he knew it.
"Why should I stop you if you want to leave?" he asked with raised
eyebrows.

    Bridgette was getting red in the face. What she wanted to do was
get him interested in punishing her. She hadn't planned on this
reaction.
"You'd really let me leave just like that?" She asked, a bit frightened
at his answer.

    James studied her for a few moments.
"Of course not. You're just being paranoid and totally silly, baby."
"You bastard! How come you always see right through me?" She asked,
picking up a throw pillow and tossing it at him. It bounced off his
shoulders and fell to the floor.
"Because you're always predictable." He said matter of factly.
Bridgette allowed herself a broad smile now.
"Predictable, huh?" She stood up and walked right in front of him. She
undid the sash of her robe. "Tell me if you ever would have imagined
this.." She said while opening the robe and slipping it from her
shoulders where it fell to the ground.

    She was wearing a totally transparent, white baby doll. The soft
white material stood out strikingly against her tanned skin. Let's not
mince words, she was absolutely breathtaking in the flimsy nightie.

    But that wasn't the MOST striking thing about it. James was looking
right into her panty covered crotch. What he saw to his complete
surprise was that she no longer had any pubic hair. It was obvious that
she had shaved it off while in the shower.

    "Well, lover boy. What have you got to say now?" She whispered soft
and seductively to him, her arms hung at her sides while she looked
down at him.
"It's beautiful." He said, barely able to contain his excitement.
"The baby doll, or the haircut?" She asked.
"Both!" the last time he saw a hairless cunt, it was attached to a 9
year old girl. His sister to be exact. But to see a full grown woman
with a shaved pussy drove him crazy.
"I did that for you, master." She whispered. He looked up and lost
himself in her eyes. The look she was giving him melted him into a
puddle of protoplasm. "I hope you approve." Bridgette added.

    "Yes." was all he said. he wanted a closer view, so his hands moved
out and slid the panties from her hips.  He brushed his fingers over
the smoothness where the dark hair once laid. He noticed for the first
time, the darkness of the labia as compared to the rest of her puffy
cunt. No doubt about it, seeing Bridgette with a shaved pussy was
almost like seeing her for the first time.

    Bridgette moaned softly when he used his thumbs to part the lips
and peer and the pink recess. He saw the glistening moisture from the
hole while he leaned over to get an even closer look.

    Putting his hands on her bottom, he leaned over and put his lips on
the outer edge of where her bush once was. Bridgette sighed while his
mouth made slow circles around it.

    She pushed him back onto the sofa and slid her panties all the way
off. Then she got back on the sofa, straddling his legs so that her
thighs were well parted.

    James' hands once again went to her ass as he pulled her hips
toward him. This time his tongue came out and glided over the same
smoothness as his lips did seconds earlier. Bridgette was leaning over
with her hands on the back of the sofa to keep her balance while her
bald beaver was in his face.

    She gently rolled her hips against him when his tongue made it's
way between the petals of her labia and began a slow, tantalizing trip
back and forth to her clit. Gentle murmurs of appreciation escaped her
lips as his mouth worked magic on her. His fingers dug into the soft
flesh of her shapely bottom as he finally stuck his tongue inside of
her.

    Bridgette softly whimpered as his mouth was bringing her ever
closer to her climax. His hands held her firmly against him, but she
was still able to derive a delicious wiggle of her hips.

    She let out a quick "Ohh Ohh ohh" sound and came wonderfully while
James hungrily slurped her natural lubricating juices. He pulled his
tongue out and sucked gently on her clit while her orgasm flowed though
her for several delightful seconds.

    As the spasms faded away into a fond memory, Bridgette made a
startled gasp.
"Oh no!.. I came without your permission.. You must punish me, master."
 she said to him. Before James could say a word, she was lying facedown
over his legs. Her head laid in a throw pillow turned to the side while
her bottom squirmed in a very sexy manner.
"I should be punished so that I might be a more thoughtful slave,
master." she whispered to him.

    The sexy brunette was turning him into jelly. James looked down at
the sexy sight under him and nearly came in his pants. His breathing
was very heavy while watching Bridgette writhe and squirm on his lap.
She turned her head and looked up at him. "You won't let me be a bad
slave, will you master?" Bridgette asked in a soft, extremely alluring
voice.

    James was totally lost for words. The gravity of the situation blew
his mind. He let his hand down to rest on her upturned ass, Bridgette
whimpered a little and laid her head back down on the pillow. He asked
himself why she was doing this and what she was up to.  The answers to
his questions eluded him somehow.

    Bridgette waited impatiently for James to punish her. She wiggled
her ass in a more provocative manner to entice him. She wanted it so
badly, she HAD to have it.

    He could stand it no longer. Her ragging breathing coupled with
with the feeling of her pelvis squirming sinuously on his lap made his
cock jerk in his pants. For the first time in longer then he cared to
remember, he came in his pants without the feeling of genital contact
to assist him.

    Bridgette smiled to herself when she realised how deeply she had
effected him. She moaned as if in ecstacy when both hands fell to her
ass while he ground his lap into her writhing body.

    She felt his cock pulsating as it pumped out it's special brand of
cream into his shorts. She rose up on her elbows and turned her head to
him. The faraway look in his eyes told her what his motions had already
done. "Mmmmmmm.... wasn't that naughty of me? she asked him innocently.
But even in innocence, the beautiful woman struck a sexy pose.

    James' voice had trouble finding it's way out of his mouth..
"Let's get married baby!" was what he said when he found his voice.
Bridgette weighed the idea in her mind. She had no desire in the past
to give herself totally to one man. But she wanted to do so now, and
was indeed prepared to go to great lengths to accomplish that.

    "Well, will you let me be your slave?" She asked him, the intensity
of her eyes devoured him.
"Oh god, YES!" he breathed. Bridgette turned back over on her stomach.
"First punish me, master. Then we'll talk about it."