Amy's heart raced with excitement when she turned the page of her calendar pad and saw the cryptic notation "TODAY IS THE DAY". She immediately picked up the phone and called her husband to remind him that she had to work late that day.
Amy had been Jack Washburn's faithful secretary for six months. She smiled as she reminisced about the job interview that had changed her life. After she had answered all of the usual questions, he had said, "You're just what I'm looking for and you have the job providing you are willing to help with my hobby." As he led the puzzled woman into an adjoining room, she recoiled in horror when she saw the whips and paddles hanging from hooks on the walls. She immediately recognized a set of stocks, but was mystified by the other bizarre contraptions. Chills ran up her spine when she speculated on what their purpose might be.
"This is where I have my fun," Jack said. "I saw that same look on my last secretary's face, but she soon became addicted to our little games. I promise that you will, too. I'm offering you a very good job and a chance to broaden your sexual horizons. I'll give you fifteen minutes to think about it. If you still have your clothes on when I come back, the deal is off."
Amy desperately needed a job. Her husband had lost his when the mill shut down. Their tireless search for employment had been fruitless. She finally had been offered a job with excellent pay and working conditions. She just couldn't pass it up. She had no choice but to cater to Jack's whims. With trembling fingers, she began to unbutton her dress.
The bewildered woman soon found herself in bondage with clamps attached to her sensitive nipples and labia. Holding her tightly by her blond hair, Jack pumped his cock in and out of her red mouth until it puked what seemed like a quart of semen down her throat. Within moments, she was bent over a leather device called a horse and was getting fucked better than she had ever been fucked before. If not for the ball-gag muffling her screams, they would have been heard in the next county. Orgasm after orgasm racked her enslaved body. Her screams of joy became screams of pain when Jack's prick forced its way through her virgin anus. Adding to her misery was the brisk spanking that accompanied the buggering. But Amy's agony soon turned to ecstasy. The strongest orgasm yet caused her to lose control of her bladder. Before it was empty, she passed out cold.
As Amy thought about that first time, her pussy lubricated so copiously that the crotch of her panties became damp. Each Friday afternoon after that, Amy put aside her role as Jack's secretary and became his slave. As good as the one-on-one sessions with him were, they paled by comparison to the orgies held once a month when Jack and four of his friends used her as a sex toy. Today was the big day! As she pretended to work at her desk, she could hardly think of anything but what was to come.
The orgiasts began to arrive. Dave, a sixty-something business associate of Jack's, arrived first. Carl, a good-looking young stud with a voracious appetite for sex, was next to arrive. Handsome Randy was the last man to arrive. The name suited him perfectly. As always, beautiful, haughty Gloria was fashionably late. She looked as soft as a cream-puff but was as stern and domineering as any of the men. They all treated Amy politely in her role as Jack's secretary. That would all change when she crawled through the door of the torture chamber and became their slave.
Amy was eager for the orgy to begin. After losing his job, her husband had become impotent and Amy's only sexual pleasure came at the hands of Jack and his deviant friends. By the time he called her into the torture chamber, she was invariably as horny as a bitch in heat. She heard muffled laughter behind the door to Jack's office. As always, they were having a few cocktails to wash away their few inhibitions. Of course, it would have been inappropriate for Amy to join in.
