Lately, I've become concerned about my boss. She has always been such an industrious person, regularly putting in long hours on behalf of the company. Recently, however, I discovered that I'm outlasting her, and that she's gone by the time I pack up my computer for the night. My schedule hasn't changed much, so it must be her.
I've also become concerned because, coincidentally, she's become involved with someone who treats her poorly. I can't fathom why she would allow such behavior, but it wasn't until tonight that I began wondering if there was a connection between her early departure and his influence.
She described several incidents where a simple question on her part ("would you like some salad?") elicited angry responses from her beau Dominic. ("Ask me again and I'll throw it in your face.") I asked her what she was getting from the relationship that would cause her to stay in such a difficult environment, but she just placed her thumb and forefinger together in the shape of a big zero. Even as regards sex, she confided, "it's all about him."
And so I grew concerned, worried even, and finally decided to do something about it.
As old friends, I still had a key to her house, even though I hadn't needed it for years. (She rarely gets away any more, so I don't need to check up on the dogs.)
At any rate, I decided one afternoon to get away a little early and see if I could figure out what was up. I didn't know whether she was even heading home (instead of his place) when she bailed out of the office, but it was worth a chance.
I parked on the other side of the community park, then walked across the green and let myself in. The dogs welcomed me with their tails wagging and jumping up on my shoulders. After playing with them a few minutes, I slipped into her bedroom, trying to think of where I could hide so she wouldn't discover me.
She kept her bedroom door closed to keep the dog fur off of the comforter. Imagine my surprise when I turned the door knob and stepped inside to discover a collection of sex toys spread across the bedspread. These weren't docile sorts of playthings either, like dildos or scarves, but menacing items right out of a bondage catalog. Some items I didn't even recognize, but other things were pretty clear as to where they should be placed and what they were meant to do.
This panoply of black leather, hard rubber, and lace caught my breath. I nearly collapsed against the door I was so stunned. There, spread across the covers, was a butt plug with a meter-long pony tail attached to it. There by the pillow was a black leather hood, with openings for the nostrils and lips, but heavy buckles and a hasp on the back for a padlock. Beside it, also black leather, was a gag with a penis attachment. It looked chewed up and damp at the base, as if it had been used a lot recently. It's buckles had mates on the hood for easy attachment.
Perhaps the most shocking discovery, however, was the note resting beneath a chrome arc-shaped device, sort of like an old bear trap. It took a moment to register, but then I realized that this was the sort of device one uses to prop the mouth wide open.
The note read: "I will not tolerate your tardiness again. Dress properly"--"properly" was double underscored--"and be completely ready for my arrival. Expect me at the usual time, and do not fail to greet me properly or you shall enjoy my lash again, but nothing else."
My god? Was this really intended for my sweet young boss? Did she really accept his demands, his threats, without questioning or fear? Or maybe she was afraid, which is why she'd put up with this. I resolved to find out more, but seeing these instruments told me that I'd have to find another way to discover her secret.... hiding in her house was simply too risky.
Just as I realized my predicament, Nicole unlocked the front door and was promptly rushed by her canine children. "Hello babies, did you miss mommy?"
I froze in my tracks--crap, she's earlier than I thought! Quickly I slid open the sliding glass door out onto the patio, hoping against hope she wouldn't see me.
Then it dawned on me. Here's where I can park my body for a time, hiding with her blinds slightly raised and an eight foot wall between her house and the neighbors.
Remembering my ancient boy scout training, I laid down low on the ground to reduce my chances of being spotted. It took a few minutes before she entered the room. Before then I heard kitchen cupboards opening, water running, the can opener whirring, and the barking of delighted dogs being fed. Soon, however, the clacking of her heels on the hardwood floor approached.
My angle gave me a perfect view of face as she opened the door. I'm not sure who was more stunned, her or me, when she saw the assortment laid out before her. Her face turned grey for a moment, then she picked up the note with quivering hands. Quickly she glanced at her watch, then suddenly started rushing about. "Oh, god, oh, god," she kept stammering. "I'll never be ready in time!" She tossed her conservative pumps under the bed and quickly unbuttoned her skirt and blouse. Her nervous fingers trembled so much that one button, then another, popped free and rolled next to the nightstand.
The delicate pink bra, all feminine and ruffles was tossed quickly onto the dresser before she stripped off her panty hose and cotton bikini-cut bottoms, which quickly joined the pile on the dresser.
Completely nude, with soft red welts showing on her bottom, she suddenly stopped for a moment, trying to decide where to start. Finally she reached for the pony tail. Opening the night stand she pulled out a bottle of lubricant and spread it thickly on the plug before sliding it into her ass.
If only I wasn't so scared for her I would've had a raging hard-on, watching a stunning brunette prancing about with a long tail, but the terror in her eyes suppressed whatever lust I would normally have felt for her. She winced when it slid into the locked position, where the sphincter tightens up over the narrow notch, and stepped over to the other side of the bed. The pony tail swished against her thighs but she didn't notice.
Facing me, but not seeing anything but the remaining items on the bed, she reached out for the half-corset. Though tightly laced up, it turns out that the strings on the back were just for show. She zipped it up the front, readjusting her breasts so they rested on the leather shelves of the cups as if in offering, her nipples exposed. And there was another surprise--both nipples had been pierced, one with a bar and the other with a ring, as if she (or her boyfriend) couldn't decide which to choose, and thus chose both.
Next she sat down to pull on black nylons, but as soon as she hit the bed she lept up again, the butt plug surprising her. How quickly she'd forgotten! She sat back down, but more slowly, being careful to flick the tail away so it wouldn't tug on the plug.
Glancing again at the clock, she rolled the nylons up one leg, then the other, then felt around beneath the bed. A moment later she found her prize, a pair of stilettos, which she slipped into even while reaching for the hood. A look of confusion crossed her face then. There was the leather penis gag, worn but ready, but there too was the chrome ring gag. Which did he expect her to wear? Her mind reeled. "Oh, god, oh god oh god ohgodohgod, what do I do?"
Finally she decided, just as I heard another key turning in a distant lock. She fell to her knees while still buckling the hood, her dark hair pulled through a hole in the top like a mis-aligned pony tail, then propped her mouth open with the chrome frame. She bowed her head just as the bedroom door opened.
This must be Dominic, I thought, as I watched a swarthy man in a dark business suit step into her bedroom. Without a word, without even a caress of her exposed breasts or leather-clad cheeks, he grabbed her by the hair in one hand while unzipping his gabardine fly with the other. His penis was still soft when he fished it out, as if the sexy tableau of a beautiful woman, on her knees with her mouth propped open, had no erotic appeal to him. Roughly pulling her face to his groin, he quickly disappeared between her lips holding her tight to him as her tongue occasionally bulged out her cheek, clearly indicating that she was trying to arouse him.
He held her this way for a minute or two until her face started to turn red and gagging noises emerged from her throat. He pulled her away briefly, showing me that her ministrations had transformed a soft penis into a monstrous cock. She breathed in quickly before being choked again with a tug of his hand as he pulled her lips hard against his fly. I could just make out a bulge in her throat as he managed to make the bend around the back of her mouth, then he withdrew again, giving her another chance to gasp and choke, though the sounds from her wide-open mouth were surprisingly muted.
He thrust back and forth a few more times, burying himself deep each time before releasing her for a quick gulp of air, then spoke for the first time. "Okay, bitch, now you do it." He leaned back against the door, both hands now at his hips, as she leaned forward and bobbed like a chicken head up and down on his cock. The metal trap of her ring gag sometimes bumped against the bottom brass button of his open jacket, making a tinking sound. She worked faster and faster, despite the awkward position and unromantic situation.
His forehead glistened with sweat and he grunted each time is cock disappeared from view. She had kept up the pace for several minutes when suddenly he let out a loud groan, grabbed her by the pony tail again, and trapped her face tight against his crotch. He pumped her full of come as his whole body twitched repeatedly, draining himself in the receptacle of her mouth. Unable to seal her lips, a thick rope of semen trailed down her chin when he finally withdrew, then dribbled along the metal frame of the gag like rain drops down a power line. She coughed a couple of times while he glanced down at his prize, haughty and imperious. She was his servant, his slave, and they both knew it.
"Well done, my silly bitch," he muttered, "but you were careless at the end. Look at this mess you've made of my trousers! Oh, of course you can't see at the moment--how silly of me. But you can still clean me up a bit." He pulled her face towards him again. No matter how hard she tried to swallow, the ring between her teeth kept her from clearing her tongue, so when she felt the fabric and zipper of his pants, she left an additional stain upon them.
"Dammit, girl, you're making it worse!" he bellowed.
