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Bride Submission: Boss’s Bitch_(0)

Bride-to-be submits to black boss in his office.

Bride Submission: Boss’s Bitch

Summary: Bride-to-be submits to black boss in his office.

NOTE 1: This is the 2nd part of a multi-chaptered story, although I believe it can be read without reading the first part if you wish. With that in mind, here is a summary of the story so far:

Part 1: A SHOCKING SECRET
Bride-to-be Brittany is finally going to meet the in-laws a few days before the wedding. To her surprise, her whole world comes crumbling down as she learns:

-Not only her in-laws, but her parents as well, are part of a secret sex society called the Order of Syndom. This exclusive male dominated secret society believes that men are dominant and women are submissive. The society believes that incest is natural and is the ultimate way to show true love between family members.
-Brittany also learns that her engagement to Bradley and her career as a lawyer were both set up by her Order of Syndom father.
-Brittany is overwhelmed by all the revelations but eventually accepts her natural position of submission….submitting to her parents, her in-laws and others in a full scale orgy.

Thanks: To MAB7991, Richard, and goamz for editing this story.



Bride Submission: Boss’s Bitch

The next morning, I woke up in my own bed, with Bradley lying beside me and wondering if yesterday had been real.

Had I really learned that my parents were members of a secret sex society called the Order of Syndom?

Had I really sucked and fucked my father-in-law to be, my fiancé’s uncle and his grandfather?

Had I actually eaten pussy for the first time…the pussies of young, bimbo strangers?

Had I fucked my father and pleasured my mother?

Was I now the lowest slut in a bizarre sexual hierarchy?

As I replayed my bizarre first meeting with my future in-laws, I knew the answer to all was yes. I rolled onto my side and looked at my fiancé. I had thought I knew everything about him, yet apparently I knew very little. Of course, that went for my own family too. My mother a sexual submissive? My father a dominant Master? And me…a sexual submissive to all?

Bradley opened his eyes and although groggy he could see in my eyes my confusion and insecurity. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Well, everything I thought I knew about my life has been a facade. My family, my career, even my relationship with you,” I said, recalling the fact that my father had apparently arranged getting me my job and the love of my life.

“I didn’t know we were set up,” Bradley said. “I fell in love with you without any influence by the order.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes, Brittany,” he said softly. “They may have set us up without our knowledge, but they can’t create the feelings I have for you.”

“Or that I have for you,” I countered, realizing he was right. Regardless of how we met, everything that happened after that were decisions made by Bradley and me.

“We can just run away,” he said sincerely.

“Really?” I asked. “Just up and leave our lives?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “If we stay, the Order will own us.”

“And you don’t want that?” I asked, flashing back to yesterday and him telling secrets about our sex life and him having incestuous sex with his sister and mother.

He paused.

“Be honest, Bradley,” I said, “I think I can handle anything after last night.”

He laughed, “Yes, you seemed to take everything thrown at you last night.”

“And in me,” I quipped.

He took a deep breath and said, “I love being a member of Syndom. It has been a big part of my life since I was eighteen.”

“Have you fucked other Syndom sluts since we started dating?” I asked, before adding, having learned yesterday that he had cheated on me with his sister during our relationship, “besides your slut sister.”

“Actually, no,” he said. “I have not been to any Syndom events since we started dating.”

“Honestly?” I asked, my heart warming at his being so faithful to me.

“Yes,” he admitted, “I didn’t want to lose you.” After a pause, “I still don’t want to lose you.”

“You still love me after all the sins I committed last night?” I asked, feeling both ashamed of my actions and yet oddly excited…my pussy getting damp under the sheets.

“It’s my fault for not warning you in advance,” he said, his face showing his guilt.

“No, I could have stood up for myself,” I replied, realizing the truth of my own actions. “The reality is I was drawn into the web of sex and my natural sexual desires of submission.”

“But I should have told you the full scope of the Order of Syndom,” he said.

“Is there even more than I learned last night?” I asked.

“Not really,” he said. “But once you officially join the Order, you are bound to it, as they will have a lot of dirt on you.”

“Hmmmm, you have never bound me,” I teased, my hand going to his cock.

“I’m saving that for the honeymoon,” he quipped back.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I teased.

“Oh, I can keep them,” he smiled, leaning in and kissing me.

Breaking the kiss, he rolled away from me and said, standing up, “I also promised not to fuck you until after you say ‘I do’.”

“I do,” I said, wanting a morning fuck.

“Fuck, I love you, Brittany,” he said, his hard mushroom top sticking out of his briefs.

“Prove it,” I challenged, crawling over to him.

“There will be punishments for both of us if we break the rules,” he warned, making me instantly recall I was supposedly getting a punishment today for having come before I was allowed.

Fishing his cock out, I began stroking it, “Am I worth the punishment, baby?”

“Aaaah, you are insatiable,” he groaned, as I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth.

After a few seconds, he said, “I think oral sex wouldn’t count as breaking the rules.”

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned on his cock, as I began bobbing hungrily.

As usual, when we had morning sex, it didn’t take long to get his balls boiling and in a couple of minutes Bradley deposited a load of cum down my throat.

Pulling out, a minute later, he said, “You’re going to be late for work.”

“Damn you,” I whined, “are you really going to leave me all wet and wild?”

He shrugged and teased, “They say patience is a virtue.”

“Fine,” I sighed, ignoring the fire burning down below and getting out of bed.

“So, you’re okay with becoming a part of the Order of Syndom?”

“Yes, Master,” I smiled, knowing deep down that last night was the most intense, fulfilling night of my life and had opened up a whole new world for me.

Leaning in, he kissed me again. Breaking the kiss, he said, “I do love you, Brittany.”

“I love you too, Bradley,” I smiled back, knowing that as long as he was by my side nothing else mattered.

We had breakfast, showered and headed to work, as if today was just a normal day. Of course…it was anything but normal.

…..

I was in my office after lunch with a client of mine working on briefs for a case I was dealing with, when my secretary announced that Mr. Pickerton wanted to see me.

Instantly I panicked, knowing that Mr. Pickerton was a member of the Order. Would he have any clue of my many transgressions last night? He often called me in for discussions about cases, so being called by him wasn’t out of the ordinary…yet somehow I sensed this wasn’t about a case.

Taking a deep breath, I left my office, went to the elevator and headed to the top floor.

Getting off the elevator, I was surprised to see that his secretary, Mrs. Patterson, wasn’t there. I waited a couple of minutes before deciding to knock on his closed door.

“Come in, Ms. Peck,” Mr. Pickerton called out.

I entered and he added, “Please close the door.”

“Yes, sir,” I nodded, closing the door…filled with an eerie trepidation at what may lie ahead.

“So how are the wedding preparations going, Ms. Peck?” He asked casually.

“Crazy,” I admitted, today being my last day at work, taking off Thursday and Friday for the wedding this weekend and the following week as well for my honeymoon.

“I got an interesting phone call last night from your future father-in-law,” he said, my fears instantly realized.

“Oh!” I said.

“Apparently, I am to dish out your punishment,” he revealed rather matter-of-factly, “although I doubt you will think it is much of a punishment.”

“Please, sir,” I pleaded, “I really need to keep my work and private life separate.”

“That can be arranged,” he nodded in agreement, “the Order can protect you…if you are loyal to it.”

“But, I,” I began, but was interrupted.

“Come replace Mrs. Patterson, Brittany,” he ordered, as he rolled his chair back.

I watched stunned as Mrs. Patterson, a chubby, but very pretty woman in her late forties, who was usually ice cold at her desk, crawled out from under his desk. Without a word, she walked past me and out of the office.

“She has been a member of Syndom for over twenty-five years and man she can suck a cock,” he said, rather casually.

“Really?” I asked, shocked and yet after all I had learned recently nothing should have surprised me. Yet, the biggest bitch in the building being a submissive slut at first shocked me and then made me smile thinking how pretentious she was in her demeanour…ironically, just like me.

“Oh, you would be surprised how many members of the society there are in this city,” he said, before adding ominously, “more than a few of whom you have met.”

“Like who?” I asked, suddenly curious.

“Oh, they will let you know when the time is right,” he smiled. “Now, back to the task at hand, or should I say mouth?” he finished pointing to his crotch.

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