The company I had worked for ten years was downsizing.  I was a tough middle-level manager who had made my share of enemies.  So I was one of the first to be let go.

The employment agency sent my resume around and there was only one employer that responded, so an initial interview was arranged. The next day, I was sitting in the waiting room in my formal business attire with a dozen other women and a receptionist.  They had a camera in the corner, I guess for IDs for the newly hired.  I was uncomfortable about providing some of the personal information on the employment forms, so left some areas blank.

The receptionist, Cindy seemed familiar as she called my name and in I went for the interview with - on no - Karen, a person from my former workplace.  She had quit that job citing harassment by me, which I denied.

Well this was awkward.  That’s what Karen wanted.  She looked confident in her black business suit and blond hair.  “Hi Joan, so we meet again.”  “Yes we do,” I said to Karen as my voice cracked a little.  “Let’s look at your application,” Karen said.  “You need to supply your Social Security number, birthdate, and passwords to social media sites,” Karen said.  I needed the job, so I provided all the information Karen wanted.

Karen was concerned about my content on some social sites, so she posted my Social Security number, address, and birthdate online to get feedback.  “and we need pictures of you Joan to correspond with this public information.”  “Should that data have been posted publicly?” I asked.  “Are you questioning my integrity,” Karen said raising her voice.  “No, no,” I meekly stated, “you know best.”  “I always have,” Karen said.

“We have a camera out in the waiting room for pictures,” Karen said.  There were still many women waiting out there.  Karen called Cindy to help her with the pictures and had her print out a dozen copies of my job application with completed personal information.  “Cindy, give each person here a copy of this application so they can evaluate their competition.”

“Okay Joan, stand upright for the first picture,” Karen said.  “Now remove your blazer for the next picture.  Just put the blazer on the floor.”  I was a bit confused, so Cindy took the blazer and my open purse and put them on a chair with the other applicants.  “Now remove your shoes.”  “Yes, Karen.”  My former employee had become assertive and confident. “By the way, you remember Cindy don’t you?”  I wasn’t sure, but then remembered after being told I made her cry at my prior workplace.  And it started to seem that Karen and Cindy wanted to make the most of this interview situation.

I was in my bare feet and noticed someone looking through my purse.  I was about to say something when Karen said, “now Joan, remove your blouse and dress.” “What,” I said!  “Are you questioning me again,” Karen said.  “No.”  “Then do as I say.”  And there I stood in my bra and panties as Cindy snapped pictures.  Others in the waiting room also took pictures of me and my application, and starting emailing them.

Karen walked up to me, face to face, and said “now Joan, show me how much you want this job.”  And then I dropped to my knees.  “Please Karen, I’m sorry about what I did in the past.  I’ll do whatever you want.  I need any job you have.”  “What do you think Cindy,” she nodded.  “Joan really hurt me in the past.” Cindy said, ‘I don’t know about hiring her.”  “Could you use an assistant?” Karen said to Cindy.  “Yes.”  “Then give your assistant her first instructions.”

Phone cameras were rolling in the waiting room, I was on my knees in my panties in bra, people were taking things out of my purse, and there was nothing I could do except what I was told.  “Joan, remove your bra and panties,” Cindy said.  What could I do?  She was now in charge. I stripped as told, and the other women applicants were enjoying my demise.

Cindy snapped pictures, placed them along with my application in my electronic file, and released them to the internet.  “Now sign the papers of submission Joan.”  I did as told and they now had lifelong freedom to use my information and pictures in any way.  Copies of the submission papers were given to the other applicants as well so they could also benefit from my personal information and sell my naked pictures.

“Now place your hands behind your back.” Cindy said.  She and Karen were beaming as they had defeated their former boss.  I did as my new boss instructed.  Cindy and Karen taped my wrists tight.  I was then placed out in the public hallway, naked, bound, and on my knees.  All employees could view me and take pictures.  Karen and Cindy said they would consider my employment, but then told me I was not qualified to work at this company.

My rival Cindy and I had never gotten along at work.  But it didn’t matter.  I was older, more experienced, and better educated than her, and always won arguments.  One day though, she really got in my face and I lightly pushed her away.  “You’re in trouble now Joan,” Cindy said, “I’m going to tell our boss Karen!”  Like that would make a difference, I never paid attention to anything Karen said.  I was smarter than her as well.

Karen called a meeting to discuss the “incident” in the office’s glass enclosed conference room.  At first, she had each one of us state our name and position at the company which seemed amusing, but what the heck, I said my name “Joan” and then laughed at the request.  Cindy and Karen also said their names.

“Joan,” Karen said, “did you push Cindy earlier today?”  “So what if I did,” I said.  I mean what could they do anyways.  “Yes or no Joan,” Karen said.  “Yes, I did.  So what, she’s fine.”

There was a gasp as Cindy and Karen started to smile.  “Okay then,” Karen said, “I’m going to call the Police.”  “What do you mean?”  I said.  Cindy pulled out her phone and played back the recording.  Karen then started to call the police on her phone.  “Wait,” I said, “what’s this about?”  Cindy and Karen sensed my unease and Karen stated this was now a police matter.

“Oh come on, isn’t there some other solution,” I said, my voice shaking a little.  “What do you think Cindy,” Karen said, “is there any other solution.”  Suddenly my rival could dictate to me.  Gee, but I was in no position of strength at this moment.  “Joan needs to apologize,” Cindy said. “Really,” I said, but then Karen started to call the police again.  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry about the little push.”  Oh no, they’re still recording.

“Not good enough,” Cindy said. “Well, what do you want,” I said to my rival.  “Get on you knees and make a sincere apology,” Cindy said.  Karen nodded in approval.  People working outside the glass enclosure could see the meeting and knew something was going on.  “Joan, I can call the police, or it can be resolved here,” Karen said.

Cindy and Karen’s phones were on video mode as I got off the chair, dropped to my knees, and said, “I’m sorry Cindy.”  People outside the room were watching and recording as well.  The mighty Joan on her knees.  “Is that acceptable Cindy,” Karen said.  “No, she must do more to make up for her demeaning attitude,” Cindy said.  “I agree,” Karen said,  “Joan, you have to realize the consequences of your actions.”

“Remove your shoes and give them to me,” Cindy said.  Still on my knees, I gave my expensive shoes to Cindy who then threw them in the garbage.  “Now strip down to your underpants and bra Joan,” a confident Cindy said.  I looked at Karen and she nodded to remove my dress and blouse.  As I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, everyone was watching through the glass while Cindy and Karen were grinning in this amazing moment.  “And stay on your knees,” Karen said.  My dress and blouse were also thrown in the garbage.  Cindy got up and stood in front of me looking down at her defeated rival.  Pictures were taken by many.

“Still not enough of an apology,” Cindy said.  “What else can I do, I pleaded.”  “Joan, I am promoting Cindy to be your boss and you must do anything she tells you,” Karen said.  I looked at Cindy in a helpless manner.  Cindy said, “working for me takes total dedication to my demands.”  “Yes, ma’am,” I said.  “And we need a complete photo set for your personnel files that I’ll have control over,” Cindy said.  “So Joan, you must now remove your bra and panties.”

I was shocked and trembling.  While Cindy stared down at me, Karen stood behind me.  And I did it - accepting my defeat, I stripped naked, still being on my knees, surrounded by my superiors and watched by many other employees through the glass.  Pictures were taken again.  Karen then removed a roll of duct tape from a drawer, “put your hands behind your back Joan,”  Huh, but… with Cindy’s firm grip, my arms were behind my back and wrists thoroughly taped together.  My discipline was almost complete.

They called in a new intern into the office, eager to please, and asked her to bend over the table in a position parallel to the conference room window.  Then pulled up her dress on one side and pulled down her panties.  People outside the window couldn’t see her exposed buttocks, and her dress still covered her legs from the angle of those watching outside to glass office.

“Joan, get on your knees behind the intern”  Cindy said.  What more could happen, but I did as I was told.  Then Karen said, “Joan, start licking the intern’s asshole.” “NOW.”