I always thought working on television would be a glamorous affair. I was wrong. I started working for our local news station in an entry level position. I came to learn later that this meant 'gofer'. I spent my days getting coffees and running papers everywhere. The only bright spot in my day was Ashely. Ashley Ryanes was our weather girl. About twenty like I was she was a long legged blond always wearing nice short shorts to show off her slender legs and perfect little ass. Her belly shirts always gave everyone a good view of her firm round cleavage. I loved doing things for her not only because so was so beautiful but also because she was the only person at the station who had bothered to learn my name.
"Hello Ronnie," she would say each time I came into the room.
She would always make sure to touch my hand when I handed her something or run my shoulder affectionately. I never wanted that time together to end. Then one day ...
"Ronnie?"
I was on my way out the door when she called to me.
"Yes?"
"Tomorrow night the station's holding its annual fundraiser dinner. Sleazy Larry from sports will be there harassing me all night if I don't have a date. Can you go with me?"
"Me?"
"Yeah you, who else would I go with?"
"Yeah, of course, I mean sure I'll go with you."
"Great, thank you so much, remember it's black tie so you'll need to rent a tux. Meet me at my place tomorrow at six. Here's my address."
Let's just say it was a long twenty four hours. I arrived at her home in a rented tux that I was desperately trying not to the sweat through. That became infinitely harder when she answered the door. Her little black dress was a very little black dress. It ended just short of her knees, had no sleeves and gave a good view of her cleavage. I was suddenly very weak in the knees.
"Hi," was all I could think to say.
"Hey Ronnie," she said, "You clean up good."
She gave me a quick peck on the lips and grabbed my hand.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah."
The party was nothing special. Just a bunch of dressed up people getting drunk, talking loud, kissing butts and hitting people up for money. Well at least it went to charity. I couldn't care less about any of that stuff however because Ashley had a firm grip on my hand and seemed unwilling to let me go, and I was ok with that.
But when nature called she had to let me go for a minute. When I came back out there was Sleazy Larry. I could tell you what he looks like but I think you already have a good idea.
"Come on baby, let's you and me get out of here."
Original, aint he?
"There you are Ronnie, let's go, I'm done here."
"You can't really be here with this little runt," Larry said.
I was about to say something, stupid if I'm honest, when Ashley answered for me. She grabbed me by my shirt pulling in for a long passionate kiss. After a minute she let go and turned to Larry.
"I am and we're leaving."
I had only planned to walk her to her door but she pulled me on in after her.
"Thank you, I had a great time tonight," she said.
"Me too."
She pulled me onto the couch with her. She then nuzzled against me and lay there for a little while, smiling sweetly. Nervous I looked around the room. On her coffee table I spotted a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. Before I could stop myself I grabbed it and asked,
"You don't actually read these things do you?"
"Oh I do more than just read them, I built my very own dungeon."
"What?"
"I converted my basement into a sex dungeon."
"You're joking, right."
"Come on I'll show you."
Grabbing my hand again she drug me through one of the doors down her hallway. I had no idea what to expect as we descended her old wooden stairs. There was no way this girl had a sex dungeon, was there? She flicked on the lights revealing a traditional basement. The walls had been padded and the floor had thick carpeting but it still looked like a basement.
Then I noticed the X-Cross, a swinging harness of some kind, a bondage horse, dear god she did have a sex dungeon.
"You actually use all this stuff?"
"When I can find a cute boy willing to be tied up."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, or seeing. I came to a large blue box.
"What's this?"
"It's better if I show you."
"What?"
"Trust me it'll be fun."
Not wanting to ruin a perfectly good evening with my dream girl I decided to play along. How weird could it be?
"Climb in," she said lifting up a flap in the latex.
I took a deep breath I did just that. She proceeded to seal it behind me.
"Poke your head out the hole."
It was a tight fit but I obliged. I was now squatting with my head poking out the top. What was going on here? Then she rolled out the vacuum.
"What's that for?" I asked, suddenly nervous.
"It's OK, it's for the box."
She took the vacuum hose and hooked it to a port on the bottom of the box and turned it on. I waited minute to see what would happen. I could feel the air rushing into the tube. It was then I noticed the latex starting to contract. This didn't seem to bother Ashley so I said nothing. It continued to tighten around me. When she turned it off there was no more are inside the cube. The cube was now a frame supporting the latex which had shrunk sealing around my body trapping me in place.
"Ashley," I said uncertainly.
"It's alright Baby," she said soothingly stroking my hair, "I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere."
Being trapped like that was terrifying but I didn't want to look like a fool in front of Ashley so I tried to keep my voice neutral.
"What do you usually do now?"
"Oh that," she teased, "Well it depends on the guy. Some like to be scolded like bad little boys, some like to be spanked, some like to completely sealed up and lose all sense of time."
"What do you like to do?"
"Me? Well I like to do this."
She sashayed over to me and bent down until we were eye level. She then kissed me. It wasn't a sweet little I like you kiss. This was long, passionate and very heavy on the tongue.
"That, I like to do that."
"Me too."
She began rubbing her hands over my body. I had to admit it felt good. She took extra time to caress his butt and between his legs.
"God I want to sleep with you," she said.
"You ... you do?"
Was I dreaming? It certainly felt real enough.
"Well of course I do, I mean I couldn't be more obvious. For crying out loud boy I can't keep my hands off you at work. But we won't be doing it tonight."
"We won't?"
