Silver Denison wasn’t made like everyone else. People didn’t need to be told before they know that where she walked into, everyone must notice her. She carried herself with the charisma of an earthy goddess. When she speaks, her voice has a tone that will make anyone pay attention. It wasn’t just how she sounded; it was what she sounded like and the underlying authority that every sentence that came out of her mouth carried with it. The workers of Flamingo Holdings knew who the boss around there was and it wasn’t even the guy that signed their paychecks.

It all started on the day she walked in for an interview. Everyone in that waiting room had looked at her and probably asked themselves what someone like her was doing there. Her short sleeved tailored gown stopped at her knees. It was a very dark shade of gray and her heels; it was the first thing everyone saw. It was a stiletto whose base was a curled up snake. Who would wear a thing like that to a place like that for a thing as minor as a work interview? The receptionist had thought that she was a client by the way she walked up to her.

“Good morning,” she said; in a voice that the receptionist couldn’t help but stand straight for.

“Yes, please. How may I help you, Miss?” she asked.

“I am here for the interview,” she said. The receptionist looked at her and then at her hand bag and her shoes. Silver followed her gaze and smiled. The receptionist handed a form and told her to fill it.

“I can help you, if you want,” she asked.

“No, thanks I can manage,” was the response Silver gave.

“I like your shoe,” the receptionist said again as Silver made to move away. Silver stared at her heels and smiled back at the girl again.

“Thank you, I appreciate,” she replied as she took a seat on the iron chair with four other girls. The girls started to feel quite uncomfortable. One of them had to ask her if she was sure she was in the right place. Silver told her that she was and asked if there was a problem. The young lady smiled and said she was just curious. But there was one with a funny looking wig that made herself the mouthpiece.

“It is obvious you don’t need a job like this,” she said.

“Oh really? And why is that” Silver asked again and this time she crossed her legs and sat up straight to face the lady. The lady didn’t want to feel like she was being intimidated so she also adjusted herself and her bag. She then told Silver that the whole of her appearance would be worth a double of the monthly salary that she’d be paid there.

“Darling, I am not here for the salary. Try and be more open minded, okay,” Silver responded. Just then the receptionist called a name and one girl stood up and went through a door. The wig lady shifted away from Silver as she began to ruffle in her bag for something. Silver lost interest in her and continued filling her form.

She waited in the reception for over two hours till they finally called on her. By this time, it wasn’t the fact that she wanted the job; she knew they would not accept her because she wasn’t going to take her time being wasted lightly.

When she trolled into the interview room; the interviewers gasped but quickly comported themselves. Silver didn’t know which of her look had caused it; could it have been her 6.2” height or her heels. The only lady among the three people stood up to look at her and then she sat down with a stern look on her face.

“May we know you?” the guy in the printed shirt asked as he looked directly at Silver. Silver glanced at the others before answering.

“If we hire you, how would you be able to cause growth to this company?”

By the time Silver was through, the people in the room were feeling very flustered. Her responses were precise and accurately charming. It was obvious that they just wanted to keep her there to keep talking but Silver reminded them what the purpose was.

“Would that be all, please?” Silver asked.

“Why? Do you have somewhere else to be” it was the woman.

“Yes I do actually. I have sat in this interview for two hours answering all your questions and another two hours just waiting to be called in,” she said. The woman shrugged.

“It has to be thorough,” she blurted.

“Yes, I understand that but four hours in a heel like this and I’m feeling a little perched please,” she said. One of the guys stood up quickly and offered to get her water.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” she responded. The woman stared at her and then at the guy as he walked to the water dispenser. She closed the file in front of her.

“If we are to hire you, we can only pay you eighty thousand,” the woman said, watching Silver intently. One of the guys looked at the women then at the other guy but didn’t say anything. Silver smiled and said that she would have no problem with that figure.

“I just want the experience,” she replied.

“And then leave when you have it,” the woman said.

“No, if the working condition is favorable and I am given enough room to develop and work freely, it will be nice to work here for a long time, aside that I will gladly take my leave,” she replied, with her focus still on the woman.

“How soon can you resume…”

“Spencer!!” the woman retorted angrily.

“You can now leave Mrs Sanusi, Francis and I will finish up,” the quiet guy said as he turned to face Silver.

A year later, she was still there and everyone seemed to work better with her around even the CEO. Nobody knew what had to happen to make the man sit up and treat his workers better, but they were better off for it. It only took a string of rope and a jar of scented candles with Silver in nothing but layers of rope all over her body as she stood over the quivering chairman of an entertainment firm.

It wasn't that much of a feat for Silver. The man was someone she had met at a party where she went to curate a kink related exhibition. Silver hadn't even known that he was the chairman of the firm because every patron was in masks and nothing else. It was the kind of event Silver loved to do, no privacy worries and no secrets in fantasies and kinks. Old gray haired men proudly wore their diapers and sucked on their binkies with no worries as their mommies fed them and played with their little peepee. Slaves tended to their owners desires and submissive women had their slutty mouth throat fucked by their masters. It was so pleasing to Silver to walk around, telling them what to do and spanking asses her and there.

When the man in pink lingerie walked up to her and knelt in front of her, Silver had assumed that he had been sent by someone to say something to her.

“My goddess, you are so powerful and dominant, may I have the honor of serving you tonight,” the man in pink had said as he bowed down before Silver.

“Look up,” Silver had said as she used her folded bullwhip to raise his head by the chin. There was nothing much to see because of his mask but Silver saw the intensity in those beautiful eyes and it made her curious.

“Well, if it is to play with you here, I wasn't paid to do that; only to supervise,” she had said.

“Yes goddess, I do understand but….” he whimpered.

“Shhh… if you are hungry enough, seek permission from the house for a private play,” Silver had said before walking away. She didn't really pay attention to the man anymore until one of the hosts had beckoned on her.

He had told her that their best paying patron had requested a play with her, Silver smiled and told the guy that her tribute hadn't changed because of that.

“Not to worry, we told him of the tribute and he had paid instantly. He said he already approached you,” the guy said.

“You collected a tribute for me without consulting me for my availability for a private play,” Silver had said to the guy.

“I apologize, goddess, that was an oversight on our part. We will refund him if that is what you desire,” he had said with a bowed head.

“You don't have to, where is he?”

“He is waiting by your private door on his knees, goddess.”

When Silver got to her door, he saw the man on his knees, palms flat on the floor, head bowed. What a good sub, she had thought.

“You must be very thirsty,” Silver had said as she reached his side. He only nodded. Silver smiled as she unlocked the door. She had indeed prepared for private play before coming to the event but she didn't think she would have actually ended up having one.

Her room had already been laid out for play. She had focused on shibari and all her ropes were lying in different shapes and colors all over the dresser and chairs. She’d bread the moan sigh as he crawled in after her.

“Ropes excite you?” she’d asked.

“Yes, goddess. I am a rope bunny,” he had replied.

“Perfect for you,” Silver said. She dropped her robe to the floor and stood in front of the man.

“Look at me. Do you give consent for what is about to happen?” she’s asked. The man’s eyes shot up in shock and excitement and he stared at Silver. She only had a leather bra and panties on with different layers of ropes made into shibari garter around her waist. The rope was purple and pink with touches of black. She herself knew that it was the most beautiful one she had ever tied.

“You are so beautiful, goddess. Please take all the consent goddess.”

“No, I don't want to take anything not given.”

“I give you consent to do whatever you desire to me goddess,” he had finally said.

“Good, take off your mask and I take mine off too,” she’d said as she lifted her face mask off her face. The man had gasped as he’d seen her face. He bowed down and began to fidget.

“What is the issue?” she’d asked.

“Errmmm, please goddess this is going to be very hard for me,” he said. Silver then asked him what the issue was. When he finally took off his mask she understood.

“Now this is interesting. But for whatever reason you'd like to discontinue this play, you are free to do so and nothing that ever happened would ever find the light of day,” she’d said as she stared down at the man.

“I don't know why, but I trust that I am in good hands, goddess,” he had said as he flung the mask across the room.

“Good boy, now kiss my boot and let us talk about how you have been such a terrible boss.”