Bruce walked from the elevator to his office door.
He notice each of the secretaries had a single fake rose sitting in the corner of her desk as he walked by.
It was an open secret, once his office door closed he was Master Bruce and if you wanted to surrender your body and soul to him you put a single fake rose on the corner of his desk.
If Master Bruce takes your flower into his office, you were going “To be taking dictation for Mr. Wayne” all day.
Now thanks to all those Grey novels there was a single fake rose on the corner of just about every desk in Wayne Enterprises.
There was a cute blonde that had transferred over from the Steel City offices, and she was already half way dressed the part.
Bruce snatched the black and pink vinyl rose as he walked by.
Bruce waited at his desk when the blonde walked in and closed the door behind her.
“Your hard limits?” Bruce demanded.
“No perminat scars, no pregnancies, no visible bruises Sir.”
“Your name?”
“Maggy Sir.”
“Maggy, your outfit is entirely wrong for a corporate environment,” Bruce said as he grabbed a collar from his desk, “I am telling you to strip.”
Maggy took off the leather vest, the satin blouse, the leather knee skirt and court shoes.
She was left in a vinyl corset and thong.
Bruce walked up and held the collar before Maggy.
“While you wear this you are my slave and will obey all orders.”
“Please Sir,” Maggy pleaded, “Let this submissive be Your slave.”
Bruce buckled the collar around her neck then half dragged her to his desk.
Pulling open a drawer, be removed a violet wand, a paddle, a box of condoms and a ball gag.