Solo writing by Gypsy
Chapter 1: The Beginning
They met when he interviewed her to replace his retiring secretary. Seated in front of his desk, Laura did not appear nervous, but rather was like a coiled spring, locked down tightly. A 40-something woman, more generously proportioned than was the fashion but attractively dressed, she listened to John attentively as he explained the duties and responsibilities associated with working for a self-employed architect.
She gave him one brief dazzling smile during the interview when he made a small joke about not being a "slave driver". he would recall that later. When he called to offer her the position that evening, she accepted and thanked him; not gushingly but with confidence.
Over the next few weeks, their working relationship began to take form. She relaxed somewhat and they both began to tentatively reveal more of their true selves to one another. John discovered that she was single and this fact oddly pleased him, although he was himself married. He began to look forward to the time they spent together in the office and weekends became dreaded days to get through. He itched to put his hands on her and found small excuses to casually touch her arm while leaning over her desk, or her back when opening a door for her. When Laura left the office in the evenings, he would frequently sit in her chair and inhale the lingering fragrance of her perfume.
By the time Secretary's Day rolled around that year, she seemed to be quite comfortable with him, laughing and joking and making him smile often. He decided he would try to push the level of their relationship forward. even if it meant risking being rejected by her. He picked a very nice restaurant in a neighboring town and took her to lunch, giving the holiday as an excuse for the outing.
As they sat in a back corner booth chatting, he ordered a bottle of champagne. When Laura protested; he waved her objections away. Telling her that hiring her was the best thing he ever did, he poured her a glass and made sure it was never empty for awhile. Gauging her level of intoxication, he made sure to stop pouring when it appeared she had reached just the right point of relaxation - loose but not drunk, talkative but not sloppy.
He steered the conversation toward sexual matters, finally getting the nerve to ask, "Laura, do you have any sexual fantasies?"
She looked across the table at him, her dark eyes dancing. "Ummm, yes, I want a Master!" she blurted out, promptly rendering him speechless. She continued on, confessing that she had become increasingly curious about the BDSM lifestyle, being dominated physically and sexually.
John took a deep breath and the bull by the horns. Adopting a stern expression and tone of voice, he ordered, "Sit up straight and stop giggling."
