Ms. Sato looked down at the figure kneeling in front of her on the new carpet in her office as she puffed on her freshly lit Cuban Cohiba cigar.
“I am sure your colleagues have told you I do not tolerate failure well,” she snapped.
The young blonde girl kept her eyes plastered to the floor. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Do you expect to be fired?” Ms. Sato asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” the girl replied once more.
Ms. Sato’s eyes narrowed. “You will wish I fired you after I am finished with you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the girl whispered.
“You will report to my home at seven o’clock sharp this evening for your punishment,” Ms. Sato ordered. “You do not want to know what happens if you are late or do not show.”
“I will be there, ma’am,” the girl promised.
Ms. Sato exhaled a ring of smoke. “Good. I would suggest that if you do not have a will or have not updated it recently, that you do so. A middle aged man recently suffered heart failure during his punishment.”

The girl gulped. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”
“Now get out of my sight. Make sure you crawl out of my office like a proper slave.”
“Yes, ma’am.”

The girl crawled to the door, opened it, and crawled out as Ms. Sato watched with satisfaction.
Ms. Sato considered how she would use her new toy as he went back behind her desk and settled in to her black leather high backed chair. She leaned back and puffed on her cigar as she thought about how she got here.
The previous CEO of the company, David Zahn, had been her slave. He would do anything she commanded, including changing his will to leave her his million dollar mansion, his millions, and by her own hard work and her position as executive vice president, his company, to her instead of his wife and children.

She slowly grew tired of him. One night she ordered him to put his shiny .45 in his mouth in a gesture of trust. Then with a black gloved finger over his, she pulled the trigger and blew his brains all over the headboard of their bed.
The night she murdered him was the most exciting of her life. Pulling the trigger had excited her more than even a willing slave.

A few weeks later, she watched from the balcony of her new home as his wife and children were forced to leave. Ms. Sato hired armed guards to escort them and the movers to make sure they only took what belonged to them. David’s wife actually came to her begging her to let them stay in their home and she laughed at her.

The look of hatred on Laura Zahn’s face as she looked back at Ms. Sato before closing the door behind her for the last time was burned into Ms. Sato’s memory. It had been so satisfying.
Ms. Sato cracked the whip, leaving another red welt on the girl’s buttocks.
The young blonde was stripped naked and leaning over the edge of her large four poster king bed as Ms. Sato had demanded. Red welts covered the girl’s bare back and nice ass.
Ms. Sato was an expert with the whip, and made sure she did not damage the girl too much as to not work tomorrow.

“Fetch me a cigarette, slave,” Ms. Sato finally said, deciding that was enough.
The girl straightened, then hurried to get Ms. Sato’s cigarette case. She took out a cigarette, brought it to her. The girl placed the cigarette in her mouth and lit it for her, then returned to her knees and bowed.

“Very good,” Ms. Sato said, sucking on the cork colored filter. “Now I need a bath after that workout. You will bathe me. Go draw it for me. Now.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the girl said, then hurried out of the room.
Ms. Sato watched the girl go with lustful thoughts as her eyes locked on the young girl’s nude body. She was sweet and young, right out of college, still very naïve. Ms. Sato was determined to show her how cruel life could be.

They sat in the huge tub.
The girl had bathed her as instructed, scrubbing her down most thoroughly.
Then she had drained the tub as directed, cleaned it while Ms. Sato stood over her and smoked a cigarette impatiently, then filled it again with clean water.
Now she waited nearby as her mistress soaked in the tub.
“In Japan, we bathe first, then get into the tub,” Ms. Sato commented around the cigarette in her mouth. “That makes more sense than soaking in dirty water.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the girl replied.

Ms. Sato opened an eye and looked at her. The girl had her head bowed, kneeling by the tub, waiting for instructions.
She was a good little slave.
“Have you had training, slave?” Ms. Sato asked.
“My mother was a dominatrix,” the girl said. “I was taught how to be obedient from birth.”
Ms. Sato exhaled smoke. “Really? She taught you well.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”

Ms Sato stood up in the tub. “Very well. I am finished.”
The girl just looked up at her, staring at Ms. Sato’s nude body in wonder.
Ms. Sato slapped her across the face. The girl bore it well.
“You should know better than to stare at me.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” the girl stammered, then got up quickly to start drying her with a towel.
The girl dried Ms. Sato, then followed her into the master bedroom.
“You really fucked up, bitch,” Ms. Sato snarled. She opened her bureau drawer, reached into it, and pulled out a big black strap on dildo. Ms. Sato looked at the blonde, eyes blazing with anger, and gave her an evil smile. “You will pay the ultimate penalty.”
Now she had done it. Ms. Sato was going to sexually humiliate her.
Just like she wanted her to.

Ms. Sato was beginning to see that having the daughter of a dominatrix at her command was beginning to have its privileges.
The girl bore her punishment well. More than that, the blonde bitch was good at giving her pleasure.

First of all, the girl really knew how to eat pussy. She had an incredible talent for it. Ms. Sato couldn’t remember the last time she had come so hard and so often, especially by the ministrations of a female. While Ms. Sato didn’t deny herself any opportunity to have pleasure slaves, the truth was that she preferred male slaves. But this girl was changing her mind very quickly tonight.

Now Ms. Sato had her slave held by the long blonde hair, giving it to her from behind in that pretty little ass with the big black dildo.
Ms. Sato had denied the girl sexual release while she was in the missionary position getting fucked with the dildo. When the girl was in danger of having an orgasm, Ms. Sato struck her, or in a couple of cases burned her with a cigarette, to give her added focus to the real purpose. It wouldn’t do for her slave to get pleasure out of her punishment.
The girl gasped in pleasure again and Ms. Sato smacked her in the back of the head. The fucking bitch was still enjoying this. Was she going to have to get out the whip again?
Ms. Sato pushed the girl forward off the dildo and she fell face forward onto her bed. She reached down and ripped off the dildo, flinging it across the room.

“You are enjoying yourself too much,” Ms. Sato snapped.
The girl pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Ms. Sato snapped her fingers and the girl fetched her a cigarette. After lighting it for her, Ms. Sato lay down on the bed and spread her legs.
“You are supposed to be giving ME pleasure, slave,” Ms. Sato said, taking a drag off the cigarette.
“Of course, Mistress,” the girl said, only smiling once she was between Ms. Sato’s legs.

The girl struck a wooden match to light Ms. Sato’s cigar.
Her mistress had beaten her the first time she had tried to light her Cuban cigar with a butane lighter. Of course, being a mere slave and knowing nothing about such things as smoking, she didn’t know that you used a wooden match to light a cigar so as to not ruin the flavor of the fine tobacco. She would never forget that fact now. Above all, she wanted her mistress to be happy with her.

The girl put out the match and settled into her mistress’ arms, awaiting her next command.
“Are you in love with me, slave?” Ms. Sato asked after a few puffs off the cigar.
“Of course,” the girl answered. “Is it not my duty to love my mistress no matter what?”
Ms. Sato’s eyes narrowed. “Never fall in love, bitch,” she snarled after exhaling smoke. “It causes you nothing but heartache.”
The girl didn’t answer her and remained silent.
“You have given me much pleasure, slave,” Ms. Sato finally said before drawing again on the cigar.
“Then I am truly happy,” the girl answered.

The next night when the blonde girl reported for her second night of punishment, Ms. Sato was in a very bad mood.
The little Hispanic maid who let her in tried to warn her.
“She is very angry,” the dark haired girl said in a heavy Mexican accent. “I would run.”
The girl heard Ms. Sato from down downstairs.
“I have every fucking judge in that court in my pocket so she doesn’t have a fucking prayer,” Ms. Sato was saying. Since becoming wealthy, Ms, Sato made sure she was a generous contributor to the campaigns of judges and other prominent politicians. “But the audacity of the woman!”
There was a bit of silence.

“Yes, thank you for letting me know, Francis,” Ms. Sato said. “You are indeed a lawyer worth the money I am paying you. Unlike most of my legal team.”
They heard the sound of a phone receiver slamming down.
“That fucking bitch!” Ms. Sato snapped. “I’ll squash her like a fucking bug!”
“Go,” the maid hissed. “Run away.” Suddenly she gulped and looked up in fear.
Ms. Sato was glaring down at them from the railing in front of her huge master bedroom upstairs.
“Get up here, bitch,” she snapped at the blonde. “Now.”

Tears rolled down the blonde’s face and she curled up in the corner, frightened.
Ms. Sato had been very thorough with the whip. Her mistress had enjoyed beating her very much tonight.
Beatings were nothing new to her. Her mother had disciplined her often from birth until she left for college. But there was never malice in it like there seemed to be for her new mistress. Only a lesson to be learned.

The slave longed to melt the icy heart of her mistress.
She now watched her mistress pacing back and forth like a predator circling her prey, smoking a cigarette.
Finally Ms. Sato walked up to her and grabbed her by the back of the neck.
“You will do something for me,” Ms. Sato stated. “If you fail me or double cross me, I will kill you. Understand?”
The blonde nodded vigorously. She had no doubt Ms. Sato would kill her if she was so inclined.
Ms. Sato smiled evilly. “Good. Now here’s what you will do.”

Laura Zahn was looking out the window.
Her lawyer told her she didn’t have a prayer against that bitch. She was too powerful now and had too many connections for her contesting the will to work. Her last attempts had failed as well. But she had to keep trying. That bitch had her house, not to mention the money that rightfully belonged to her and the kids.
The phone rang.

“Hello,” she answered, probably more sharply than she should have.
“Mrs. Zahn?”
“Yes.”
“I have some information for you.”
“About what?” Laura asked, immediately suspicious.
“I hear you need some dirt on Ms. Sato,” the young woman said. “What I have to tell you will put her away for good.”
“Really?”
“If she knew I was talking to you, I would be dead,” the woman continued. “I need protection or I will keep my mouth shut.”

Laura quickly grabbed a pad and pen. “I can arrange that. But I need that information.”
“I am packing a bag right now,” the woman said. “”I will meet you at the rest stop on route 22 in one hour. If you don’t show or I see anyone else around, I will be gone for good.”
“OK, honey, calm down,” Laura said soothingly. This woman was just what she was looking for. “I’ll be there.”
“One hour, Mrs. Zahn.” Then the line went dead.
The girl genuinely sounded scared. Laura went to grab her coat.
She stopped on the way out the door to grab her .38. She checked to make sure it was loaded, then slipped it in her coat pocket.
It never hurt to be prepared.

Ms. Sato put the riding crop under the blonde’s chin and raised her head with it
“Very good,” Ms. Sato said, smiling brightly.
Her slave wished she would smile more often. Her mistress was even more beautiful when she smiled.

Laura Zahn drove to the rest stop in her Buick.
The rest stop had been closed a while back, so it was good for a meeting like this.
Or an ambush, a dark part of her mind said.
Laura held her hand in her pocket around the wooden grip of her gun, her finger poised on the trigger, as she left the car.
A frightened looking girl came walking out of the woods.
Laura pulled out the gun and aimed it.

“I knew it!” the girl exclaimed. “It’s a trap! She got to you!” She turned to run.
“Wait!” Laura exclaimed, quickly lowering the gun. “I had to make sure you were on the level.”
That’s when she felt the barrel of the gun in the small of her back.
“Lower the gun, bitch, or I’ll blow your fucking spine apart,” a harsh voice said.
Laura lowered it and it was snatched from her hand.
Ms. Sato laughed as she shoved the .38 in her belt under her trench coat. “So easy,” she said. “So foolish. You didn’t even bring backup. So eager to bury me. Instead, I will bury you.”
“Why do you even care?” Laura said. “My own lawyer said my lawsuit has no chance.”
“You are like an annoying fly buzzing around my head,” Ms. Sato said. “It’s time to swat you.”
“Do I bother you so much?” Laura said.

Ms. Sato laughed. “Not really. I have just wanted to kill you for a very long time. If it makes you feel any better, this is the same .45 that killed poor David.”
“You bitch!”
The gun dug into her spine. “You can die quickly or real slow, bitch. It’s up to me, isn’t it?”
“Even you wouldn’t shoot someone in the back.”
Ms. Sato laughed. The sound was so evil it sent a chill through her. “Why not?”
BLAM!
Laura looked down and saw the spray of blood on the front of her coat where the first .45 slug tore through her. She ran for her life.
“This is actually quite fun!” Ms. Sato exclaimed behind her.
BLAM!

She felt the searing pain as the second bullet ripped through her between her shoulder blades. Laura began to stumble across the rugged ground.
“You are making it so easy!” Ms. Sato taunted.
BLAM!
Laura choked on her own blood as the third bullet tore through the back of her neck. She coughed and spat blood.
BLAM!
The fourth bullet tore through her spine. She crumbled to the ground.
With savage glee, Ms. Sato kicked her in the side hard with a black spiked heel, forcing her over on her back.
The big black hole of the smoking barrel of the .45 looked down at her seeming very large.
BLAM! BLAM!
Both bullets tore through her heart.
Ms. Sato smiled as Laura’s eyes glazed over.
“Fucking bitch,” Ms. Sato snarled. She aimed the smoking pistol higher.
BLAM! BLAM!

The last two bullets tore though Laura’s head, nearly destroying it. She was definitely dead now.
Ms. Sato casually released the empty cartridge into her other black gloved hand, then loaded a fresh magazine into her .45. She looked down at the dead body with satisfaction.
The blonde was there with a cigarette for her without her asking.
Ms. Sato took a drag after it was lit, then shoved the .45 up under the girl’s chin and cocked it.
“I don’t have to tell you what will happen if anyone hears about what happened here,” she snarled.
“No, Mistress,” the girl said, genuinely frightened. Ms. Sato had killed that woman in cold blood, with glee.

“Good,” Ms. Sato said, lowering the gun and shoving it in a holster under her trench coat. “We are partners in blood now, whether you like it or not.”
The girl looked at the woman she loved, and despite the cold blooded murder she just witnessed her mistress commit, and the violence she suffered at that woman’s hands the past two days, she decided she liked it.
She was, after all, Ms. Sato’s bitch. Her loyal slave. She would always obey her mistress. She had no intention of ever betraying her trust.
Ms. Sato grabbed the girl by the hair.
“I plan on wearing you out tonight,” Ms. Sato snarled, a sinister smile on her face.

The new senior vice president was very young for the job, but she had earned her stripes with the boss the hard way.
She crossed her long legs as she sat in the big chair in her office.
Her crisp, sharp looking business suit reflected her new six figure salary.
“Put out your hand,” the blonde said to the young man dressed in a dark suit down on his knees beside her. The curious thing was the black studded dog collar around his neck, a silver chain attached from it to her desk.
The drawer was open slightly from his fidgeting, allowing her to see the wooden handle of the loaded Smith & Wesson .38 caliber pistol she kept in that drawer, reminding her once again of the night her life had changed even more than she had dreamed. She wondered if she would ever have the pleasure of using that gun, of pulling that trigger she had touched several times with her well manicured finger while holding the gun in her hand thoughtfully.
She turned her attention back to her slave. She thought the dog collar was appropriate considering he was dogging it on the job.

The young man opened his palm and the blonde put out the remainder of her smoldering cigarette in the center of it. She enjoyed being able to smoke in her new office any time she wanted.
The boy did not cry out as she ground out the cigarette in his palm. Good boy.
“You are fortunate that my wife did not get wind of your accounting screw up before I did,” she said casually, fixing her deep blue eyes on him as she slapped the riding crop into her other black gloved hand.
“Ms. Sato would have killed you.”