You somehow manage to pull yourself together after the incident with Olivia. As humiliating as it was, you convince yourself it’s just a one-time slip-up. You’re still a manager, and you have responsibilities to attend to. The rest of the day feels like an odd blur, but you power through meetings, manage reports, and handle the mundane tasks that come with running the department.
Olivia hasn’t said a word to anyone, at least not that you’ve noticed. Maybe you’re in the clear. Maybe this whole ordeal will just fade away into the background of office politics. As the day winds down, you find yourself almost forgetting the intensity of the morning. You reassure yourself that tomorrow will be a fresh start.
By the time late afternoon rolls around, the office is quiet. You’re alone in your office, catching up on emails when there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” you say absentmindedly, not looking up from your screen.
The door swings open, and your heart sinks. It’s Olivia, standing there with her usual cocky grin, her presence immediately sending a shiver down your spine. But she’s not alone. Behind her are Jess and Amber, both wearing expressions that tell you they’re not here for anything good.
“Hey, Tom,” Olivia says, her voice dripping with amusement. “We were just talking, and I couldn’t help but tell Jess and Amber about what happened this morning.”
Your stomach tightens. You knew this was coming.
Jess steps forward, a wicked smile on her face. “You really let the newbie get the best of you? That’s pathetic, Tom.”
Amber laughs, stepping closer as well, effectively boxing you in. “Yeah, I mean, we knew you weren’t exactly the most powerful man in the office, but this? Letting Olivia walk all over you like that?”
You stand up, trying to assert some kind of authority. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and whatever happened earlier, it stays between me and Olivia.”
Olivia snickers. “Oh, Tommy, you don’t get it, do you? You’re not in control anymore. You’re ours now.”
Before you can respond, Jess strides forward, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. She stands in front of you, glaring down into your eyes. Her height advantage, combined with the heels, makes her tower over you, and you feel the weight of her presence crushing your confidence.
“On your knees,” Jess commands, her voice firm.
You hesitate, but the threat of what might happen if you resist hangs heavily in the air. Jess’ eyes narrow, and Amber crosses her arms, clearly ready to pounce if you make the wrong move.
“Now,” Jess says, her voice growing more menacing.
Reluctantly, you drop to your knees in front of her. It feels like every shred of dignity you’ve been holding onto crumbles in an instant.
Olivia laughs, stepping around you like a predator circling her prey. “See? I told you. He loves it. Being weak. Being controlled. He’ll do anything we say.”
Jess extends one foot, her black stiletto gleaming under the office lights. “Kiss it.”
You stare at her heel, heart pounding in your chest. The thought of refusing flashes through your mind, but you know it’s futile. Slowly, you lean forward, pressing your lips to the tip of her shoe. The taste of leather and humiliation fills your mouth.
“Good boy,” Jess coos mockingly.
Amber steps forward next, pushing her foot in front of you. “My turn.”
You can barely believe this is happening. You kiss Amber’s flats, feeling the weight of your submission growing heavier with each kiss. It’s unbearable, the heat in your cheeks making it clear that the humiliation is burning deep within you.
And then, just as you think it couldn’t get worse, Scarlett walks in.
She’s as intimidating as ever, her height and commanding aura filling the room. Her black stilettos click against the floor as she walks over to the group, taking in the sight of you on your knees before Jess, Amber, and Olivia. Her eyes glimmer with amusement and a twisted satisfaction.
“What’s going on here?” Scarlett asks, though it’s clear she already knows.
Jess answers first, not bothering to hide her amusement. “We’re just helping Tom understand his place, Scarlett. Turns out, he’s much better as our little bitch than as a manager.”
Scarlett’s lips curl into a smirk as she looks down at you. “I always knew you were weak, Tom, but I didn’t think you’d fall this quickly.”
You try to protest, but the words catch in your throat. You feel paralyzed under the weight of their collective gaze.
Scarlett steps forward, towering over you, and taps her foot in front of you. “Since you’ve already gotten started, why don’t you continue? Kiss mine.”
You want to resist, you want to fight back, but the reality is clear—you’re outnumbered and overpowered. Slowly, you lean down and press your lips to the tip of Scarlett’s stiletto, the ultimate symbol of your submission. The room fills with the sound of giggles and mocking whispers from the women around you.
Scarlett tilts her head and looks at the others. “What do you think, girls? Should we let him off easy, or make him work for it?”
Jess leans in, her voice dripping with cruelty. “Oh, he’s going to have to earn it. We’re just getting started.”
Olivia grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back so you’re forced to look up at her. “I told you this morning, Tom. You’re my bitch now. You’ll do whatever we say, won’t you?”
Her words sting, and you hate how easily you’re being manipulated, but you can’t deny the pull they have over you. “Y-yes,” you mumble.
“Louder,” Amber commands.
“Yes, I’ll do whatever you say,” you repeat, your voice trembling.
Scarlett smirks, satisfied with your response. “Good. Now get up, and don’t forget your place. You’re going to be our toy from now on. Whenever we need something, you’ll be there.”
You stand shakily, your legs weak from the overwhelming humiliation and power imbalance. Each of them takes turns giving you commands—whether it’s kissing their feet, fetching them drinks, or simply standing there while they mock and belittle you. You feel yourself spiraling deeper into their control, your once confident position as a manager crumbling beneath the weight of their collective power.
Scarlett crosses her arms, her gaze piercing. “You’ll learn, Tom. The office isn’t just about hierarchy—it’s about control. And we control you now.”
The women surround you, their presence suffocating and overwhelming. The sound of their laughter, their mocking tones, and their heels clicking against the floor haunt you. You’ve become the office bitch, just as Olivia had promised. And there’s no escaping it now.
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