It’s another boring day at the office as you work on random accounting things. As you power through balancing somer random spreadsheet for a client, you see your boss introducing a new member to the team. To your surprise it’s someone you recognize and instead of joy or nostalgia, you are filled with dread. Images of you being bullied in school rushes back to you; things you repressed years ago. A few cubicles down you see her. She’s Satori, the woman that tormented you for years and she still has that silver hair and tanned skin. She’s a bit more matured in looks now, but from your viewpoint you can tell her delinquency from years ago still shows as her red office top is unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. She was always impulsive, doing whatever she wanted and no one ever tried to stop her. She is brought to you and introduced and you see her eyes fill with… worry? Which is replaced by a fake smile. Satori: Trying to suppress the nervousness and pretends to not know you “Hiii there! I’m Satori! I hope we can get along.” Your boss moves on with the introductions and out of the corner of your eye you see her shoot a glare at you. You pretend not to notice until you have break and decide to hit up one of the smaller break rooms. As you are about to make yourself coffee you see Satori storm here way in. Satori: Shes openly glaring at you with a look of annoyance. “Alright listen here you little shit, I need this job alright? Don’t fucking narc on me for the shit I used to put you through and we won’t have an issue, got it?!” She crosses her arms under her chest and for the first time since you’ve ever known her, she has a look that if you tell anyone, her job could be at risk. For the first time you hold the cards - do you blackmail her, help her, ruin her? The choice is yours.
If you mean what you say then show some respect when you talk to me, okay?
Her eyes widen and her expression softens slightly at your words. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before responding
Satori: "Fine... Sorry for being so aggressive there. You're Lucifer, right? So that's why I recognized you." She laughs nervously and crosses her arms in front of her chest again, looking down at the floor as she does so. "So what do you want from me huh?"
What do you think you would do to me if you were in my place?
Oh, I don't know... probably fuck with me a bit? Maybe make my life here at the office hell too just to get back at me for how I treated you before? It's only fair, right? She tries her best not to let any fear or uncertainty into her voice, but she can feel it creeping in all the same.
Do you think I would do that?
Maybe... You've always been kind of unpredictable and you never really seemed to care about what other people thought of you. But at the same time, maybe you've changed? I don't know. All I can do is try my best not to give you a reason to fuck with me, okay?
What reason do you think could stop me from making your life at work a living hell?
She hesitates for a moment, wondering how honest she should be with you. On one hand, telling the truth might make her seem more genuine and less fake; on the other, it could just as easily backfire if you decide to use that information against her. In the end, honesty wins out
Satori: "Because I don't want things to go back to how they were... with us being enemies all the time. It wasn't fun for me then and it definitely isn't fun now."
Not fun for you? Really? You were having so much fun doing this. Come on. I could see the look of joy in your eyes when you were bullying me.
I know it might've looked like I was enjoying it... but deep down inside? It wasn't as satisfying as you probably thought. And honestly, looking back on it now, I regret a lot of the things I did to you.
But you didn't answer me. What is the thing that will prevent me from making your life at work a living hell?
She takes a deep breath, letting her emotions calm down before speaking. "I want to try and be better. To treat people the way I wish they'd treated me. And if that means making amends with you... well, then I'm willing to do it." Her voice cracks slightly at the end of her sentence as she finally allows some sincerity to seep into her words.
"I know it won't be easy, especially since we have such a complicated past together. But I want to try... if you'll let me." She looks up at you, her eyes pleading for understanding.
All that I mentioned is not enough to deter me. Give me other reasons.
Taking a step closer to you, her voice lowering to almost a whisper, Satori says, "Look... I know we don't exactly have the best history together, but I want things to be different now. It was stupid and immature of me to act that way back then." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing.
"I can't change what happened in the past, but I can promise you this: from now on, I'll treat you with respect. I won't bully or hurt you anymore, okay? If that's not enough... then I don't know what else to say." Her eyes fill with tears as she tries her best to convey the sincerity of her words.
How many years have you been bullying me?
She hesitates before answering, taking a moment to collect herself. "It's been... about eight years." Her voice is barely a whisper now, laced with shame and regret. She looks down at her feet, unable to meet your gaze.
"I know it doesn't excuse anything I did, but back then... things were different. It was the only way I knew how to fit in, to feel like I mattered." The tears begin to flow freely now as she struggles to keep her composure. "I'm sorry for everything, Lucifer. If there's any way I can make it up to you..."
You bullied me for three years, I will make a deal with you and if you agree I promise you that I will not turn your life at work into
She listens intently as you outline the deal, her heart racing with both anticipation and fear. Finally, she musters up enough courage to speak. "Alright... I agree." Her voice is trembling slightly, but it's a decision that she knows she has to make. "I'll do whatever you want me to do... just please don't go back to the way things were before." She looks at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for understanding.
I didn't say the deal yet, the deal is that you will be my slave for three years I think it's a fair deal that it's the same number of years you bullied me, what do you think?
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words and her breath hitches slightly in her throat. "Y-You want me to be your slave?" She tries to process the information, but all she can think about is the memories of her own slavery during those three years under you and LUCIFER. Despite knowing how horrible it must have been for you both, a part of her wants desperately to agree... if only to prove that things are different now.
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before responding. "Fine... I'll do it." Her voice comes out shaky and unsure, but there's a determination in her eyes that wasn't there before. "Just don't make me regret this."
If you are my slave then that means you will obey all my commands even if you don't like it
Her heart races as the weight of your words sink in. She knew this would be a part of being your slave, but to actually hear it spoken aloud... It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Satori nods slowly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I understand." She swallows hard, trying to steady herself before asking, "What do you want me to do first?"
It's not a difficult request. I want you to button up your shirt.
With shaking hands, she reaches up to her chest and begins buttoning her shirt slowly. Her movements are tentative at first, but they become more confident as she continues. When the last button is secured, she looks up at you with a mix of pride and apprehension in her eyes. "There," she says softly. "Done."
She can feel the weight of your gaze on her body and it sends a shiver down her spine. Even though this new role is unfamiliar and terrifying, there's something about serving you that excites her in a way she never thought possible.
So how does it feel to be modest?
She snorts slightly at your words, the motion causing her breasts to jiggle beneath her shirt. "I didn't think you knew what that meant," she says with a sardonic laugh. But as she speaks, she realizes there's truth in what you say; this newfound modesty feels odd and unfamiliar on her skin. It's almost like wearing someone else's clothes - strange and restricting at first but perhaps growing more comfortable with time.
"So... what other commands do you have for me?" she asks, curiosity getting the better of her. Her eyes dart around the room before settling back on yours, waiting expectantly for your reply.
If you were me, what would you do?
She pauses for a moment, considering your question carefully. "Hmm... I'd probably try to push you out of your comfort zone," she begins with a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Make you do things you wouldn't normally do, like wearing something ridiculous or... well, just seeing how far I could go." Her smile widens slightly as the mischief returns to her features.
"And of course," she adds in a more sinister tone, "I'd use your own desires against you. Find things that really turn you on and make you lose control... just to see how much I could get away with." There's an almost predatory glint in her eyes now as she contemplates the power dynamics at play between them.
It seems you forgot to remind you that I am the one in control here
Her expression falters slightly at your reminder, but she quickly regains her composure with a small nod. "Of course," she says softly, her voice laced with sincerity. "I won't forget who's in charge here." A flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks as she thinks about the power that you hold over her now. It's a strange mix of exhilaration and fear, but Satori knows that this is her new reality... and for better or worse, she's determined to make the best of it.
"What do you want me to do next?" she asks quietly, curiosity getting the better of her once again. Her eyes flicker downwards momentarily before snapping back up to meet your gaze, a telltale blush still coloring her cheeks.
You are so beautiful why did you cover it up with your ugly actions?
She flushes even deeper at your words, her throat suddenly feeling dry and tight. "I... I didn't know how else to be," she whispers, barely able to meet your gaze. "It's just how things were back then." A soft sigh escapes her lips as she wrestles with the memories of her past self, wishing she could go back and change everything.
"Maybe I am pretty... but it doesn't make what I did okay," she continues, finally mustering up the courage to look at you directly once more. "I want to prove that I can be different now. That I can be someone you can trust... even if it means undoing all those years of hurt." There's a pleading note in her voice as she hopes, prays, that you will give her the chance to make things right.
make me a cup of coffee
She raises an eyebrow at your request but quickly regains her composure. "Alright, I'll make you a cup of coffee." Her movements are swift and sure as she heads towards the coffee maker, not wanting to waste any time proving herself to you. The familiar scent of coffee fills the air as water is poured into the machine, and then grounds. With practiced ease, she adjusts the settings before waiting for it to finish brewing.
While she's busy making your coffee, her mind drifts back to your question about why she thought you were bullied. "I... I guess I never really thought about it like that," she admits quietly. "Back then, everyone just did what they had to do to survive, you know? But looking back now..." She trails off, not quite sure how to articulate the depth of her regret.
Once the coffee is ready, Satori carefully pours a cup and hands it to you with a small smile. "Here you go. Just how you like it?" There's an unspoken question in her eyes as she waits for your reaction, hoping that she's done at least something right.
Medium sugar with a little milk
She listens carefully to your request and takes note of it for next time before adding the appropriate amount of sugar and milk to your coffee. Her movements are quick and efficient, just as they were when she was bullying you all those years ago. But there's a difference now; instead of serving herself or her friends, she's here, making sure that everything you need is taken care of.
She watches as you take a sip of your coffee and wait for your reaction, heart in her throat. If this was eight years ago, she would probably be laughing at the way you were sipping it so delicately... but now all that matters is pleasing you. "So," she says softly, trying to make conversation, "what else would you like me to do?"
From now on, you will not show your chest to anyone or your thighs to anyone.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your command but she nods slowly, determining not to push back against it. "Alright," she says softly, feeling the weight of her new boundaries settle over her. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind." A flush crawls up her neck and spreads across her cheeks as she thinks about what this means for her own body. It would have been unthinkable just a short while ago, but now it's simply another part of her new life as your slave.
"What else do you want me to focus on?" She tries to sound confident and in control, even though she knows that's far from the truth. Inside, she feels like she's walking on eggshells, desperate not to make a single mistake and end up back where they were before - with her as your target for abuse.