Rachel From Accounts

All readers from the U.K. can probably guess the lady who in real life has provided the inspiration for the name of this tale, and no, i'm not a great fun of hers. She's a leading politician, and as politics is quite rightly banned from this site, then i'll say NO more.

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RACHEL FROM ACCOUNTS

"Ssssh, it's her!" Somebody gently hissed as this middle-aged woman strode into the office, her demeanour suggesting that she was used to getting her own way, in most ways in life. With shortish dark brown hair and piecing brown eyes, which swept around the room as she marched through, before entering our manager's office. As I had only started working within this company a few days ago, and had never seen this woman before, I had no idea as to who she was, but I noticed that the place had gone deathly quiet as soon as she had entered.

After she had entered our immediate boss's emporium, and firmly closed the door, I guessed that, provided one didn't raise one's voice too loudly, we were now out of earshot, so I gently enquired of my nearest co-worker, "who is she?"

"Oh, that's Rachel from accounts," she replied, "best keep out of her way if you can. She's very powerful round here, basically what Rachel wants, Rachel gets!" It sounded like good advice so I resolved to avoid this Rachel if I possibly could. Especially being the 'new boy' as it where, only just turned twenty-two and was fresh out of university.

After a few minutes, Rachel stepped back through the inner office's door, shutting it firmly closed behind her. And strutted back towards the exit of our own 'quarters,' presumably heading towards her own domain.

So, that Ladies and Gentlemen was my first encounter with her, totally unaware that her roving eye HAD clocked my presence during that initial walk through. Not that I knew anything of that, or its significance. I had to learn yet of Rachel's reputation.

I need to explain something about myself here, despite being single I was a good-looking lad, if not a real 'stud.' Tall and slim, although I was extremely shy, and completely lacking in self-confidence, something that Rachel had picked up on, despite the brevity of her glance at myself.

You see, Rachel was a sexual predator, and young men just like me were her prey. From her first sighting of myself she decided I was to be her next 'victim,' she had desires to take me to her bed, especially as discreet enquiries revealed my single status to her, although I'm not sure me having a girlfriend would have been seen as a problem by her. Remember what I been told, 'what Rachel wants, Rachel gets!'

After I had completed a few days, the manager called me in to his office to inform me to report to the accounts department in order to verify my bank details in order to be paid my salary. I must admit this never struck me as odd at all, I guessed in might be standard practice, despite the fact that I had already supplied my bank account details. Perhaps they just wanted to double check that's all. Although it did seem a little unusual that I was to report there just before the end of the normal working day.

And when I did so, I was immediately ushered into Rachel's own office, surely this could have been dealt with by a more junior member of her team, rather than Rachel herself? But then she couldn't have been more welcoming or more pleasant. Inviting me to address her as simply 'Rachel' as opposed to the formal 'Ma'am' I had used the first time I spoke to her. She shortly confirmed all of my payment details were in fact utterly correct, what I didn't know is that this meeting was completely unnecessary, she had called it for her own reasons.

Not that I knew of that, and she'd behaved so pleasantly towards me, that she had completely fooled me. I began to wonder what all the fuss was about, in fact she put me at ease. And I immediately accepted, what seemed to me to be a genuine apology, that we had in fact run beyond the official 'clocking off' time. Offering me a lift home upon learning I planned to take the bus, one of which I'd just missed and therefore I was only too happy to accept. Oh, she also looked immaculate, not that, unlike the reverse direction, I was considering her THAT way. I mean we were talking about a woman over twice my age, in her mid-forties; but the leather business suit she was adorned in was both stylish and beautiful, and I guessed correctly that the nylon upon her legs wasn't in the form of tights!

During that journey to my parent's home, where I currently lived, she established in her own mind a few facts about me, that suited her aims. The fact that I was planning to move out and would need a mortgage in order to purchase a small property. I wanted to wait a little until I'd established myself somewhat within the company, and Rachel greatly reassured me there. She advised me to consult her when the time was right, she would use all of her considerable experience in financial matters to assist me with then application for said mortgage. I thought that I was gaining a friend, but as far as the predatory Rachel was concerned having a mortgage hanging around my neck would be just the leverage she needed. And, when she'd dropped me off, she also knew exactly where I lived, ok, so she could have looked this up, but this way she had a feel for her prey's home life.

For now, Rachel was very friendly towards me, always greeting me cheerily every time that our paths crossed. And, as promised she was a great help in the process a buying my first small house, it only had one bedroom, but it was sufficient for just me and obtaining the mortgage necessary for me to be able to. But what I didn't consider was that once I did, in fact gain both, the mortgage leading to me becoming a homeowner, I couldn't afford to lose my job. And I hadn't yet been within continuous employment for a period of two years or over, which meant I could be dismissed at a stroke, without it being necessary for a genuine reason to be required. And guess just who was in charge of the main hiring and firing within the company?

Although she was still biding her time, and the friendliness continued until that day when I made that mistake. One that was easily rectified and didn't travel outside of the company. But it did mean a summons to Rachel's office, surprising me somewhat because it wasn't really anything to do with her directly. And again, said meeting scheduled for very late on the working day, and on a Friday to boot, therefore close to the end of the working week.

"Well, your actions have put this company in somewhat of a pickle," she started when I reported for said meeting, lying through her teeth. "I'm not sure just how to tackle this one," Again lying, she knew exactly what she was doing, but of course, I didn't.

"I'm so sorry." Unlike her being fully truthful. "What can I do to rectify my mistake."

"I'm sure that we could work something out, it'll be such a pity if we had to fire you, especially since you've burdened yourself with a mortgage. But I'm sure it won't come to that. Tell you what, it is late on a Friday, do you have any plans for tonight?"

Whatever I had planned, probably to sink a couple of pints at the local pub, actually the same one as before, my new home was very close to mum and dad's house, could be put off. Rachel had just mentioned the possibility of me losing my job, something I knew I couldn't afford now. To be honest my blood nearly froze at this point. "No, Rachel." I meekly replied.

"Good." She jotted something down on a piece of paper, which she handed to me. It was an address, which I guessed correctly was her home. "Come round later this evening I'm sure we can sort something out between us, and in a much more relaxed atmosphere than here. It's already late enough. Let me run you home, have yourself something to eat, take a shower and then come around to mine. Let's discuss this in a more comfortable setting."

"Thank you, Rachel. Yes, I'll gladly do that." Still thinking of her as a friend, not suspecting for one moment that she had set a trap, yes, the fly was about to enter the spider's web.

Well, she did give me a lift home, and I followed all of her, what seemed to be on the surface very sensible, suggestions. Fortunately, the address she'd supplied me with was within walking distance, if a long walk, and I reached it without problem. There I was on Rachel's doorstep. I knocked, and it was when the said door opened, I realised that things weren't quite as they had seemed to me!

For I had come here for what I believed was a kind of 'business' meeting, a discussion of employment matters. And since when has the appropriate attire for one of such been simply lingerie, even if extremely classy and obviously expensive? Yes, Rachel simply stood in a very skimpy bra and panty set, together with a beautiful suspender belt. All manufactured from the finest, very dark blue, satin. And the belt was holding up some very sheer nylons stockings. Admittedly these were covered by a dressing gown, but that was almost see through in nature, doing very little to conceal the delights beneath it.

Something else that had changed was the tone of Rachel's voice, gone was the friendly gentle tones of before, to be replaced with a hard commanding, "INSIDE! NOW!" Mind you that might have been more of need to snap me out of the open mouthed, almost trance like state which I was simply standing within.

No sooner had I stepped across the threshold, entering her domain, then Rachel slammed the door shut, locking the deadlock, placing the key in the top of her stocking on her left leg. Before deftly almost flicking off the dressing gown.

In the same commanding tone Rachel continued, "I don't know what you believed you were in for where you agreed to come here, but I do know exactly what it is I want from you. Let's put it this way, I'm a woman with needs and desires, which you are here to fulfil. So, up those stairs with you, my bedroom is the second door on the right. Well, what are you waiting for? Move, NOW! And if you don't and try to refuse me then you can kiss goodbye to your job!"

I could tell that she was serious, deadly serious, and suddenly all the warnings about this woman, which in my naivety I had completely ignored made complete sense. I realised just what game she had been playing all along, and I had taken her bait, hook, line and sinker!

With the realisation that I'd have to go along with what she said, mind you it could be worse, yes, she was definitely old enough to be my mother, but she was reasonable to look at, I mean she was far from being an old hag, and her lingerie just made the prospect of sex with her more appealing. Yes, I reflected to myself, things could be a lot worse. Through the door she'd mentioned I passed into her bedroom, and there was her bed. OH MY GOD....

It wasn't the size of her bed, that was the bigger than any I had EVER seen beforehand, or the shimmering satin that it was covered in that really caught my eye. No, it was the bondage ties wrapped around each of the four corner posts of the solid metal frames at both ends!

Making their intended use very plain to me, and I very much doubted that Rachel would be inviting me to tie her own body to the bed. I physically gulped, very much revealing my level of real fear, which only seemed to increase her delight. "Oh yes Darling, you're going to totally belong to her, and as she belongs to me, so therefore will you. You see I'm quite a kinky girl, most of the 'normal' males I invite to join me in bed are probably put off by all of this, but you're not here by choice, are you? Oh no, you're here purely because I want you here, because if you don't do as I wish then you're looking for a new job. Now to business, STRIP!"

Obviously, I complied, I had long since lost complete control of this situation, so naturally said compliance was conducted without any great enthusiasm or any real showmanship. Purely a case of doing what I was told and nothing more. My clothes, all of them, ended up in a rather undignified pile on Rachel's bedroom floor, and as for me, I was now completely naked. And by now absolutely terrified.

"ON THE BED! NOW!" Naturally I obeyed, again most unwillingly, but nevertheless I did what I was told. "Lie centrally and spread yourself out." Another begrudging acquiescence. Suddenly Rachel was by where my left arm was nearest to her bedpost, and soon she surrounded my wrist with the tie already attached to said post. In such a manner that suggested that she had done this before and knew her stuff. She then grabbed a smaller tie, actually that had been underneath the single, central pillow, also in a dark blue satin like her lingerie and the main bedsheet, using that to secure my hand to the length of tie between the bedpost, remember her bed was BIG, making the use of said hand utterly impossible. I knew that this was a quality bond, that if she managed to fasten my other arm in the same manner, then I would be completely hers, my options would amount to nothing, and I would be subjected to her will entirely, being totally unable to resist her intentions for me.

A state that came to pass very shortly afterwards, as Rachel moved to the other side of the bed, repeating the same exact process with my other arm, and the opposite bedpost. Now I was utterly hers, and the purely evil smile on her face confirmed that fact was something that she was all too aware of.

"Oh, you look so good there, tied to my bed if not in a final form, ready for me to ravish in any way that I choose. Yes, you're here to purely satisfy my sexual urges, which are SO strong, but who knows you might even enjoy yourself. I certain hope you do, but that is unimportant compared to the aim that I do. Now then, do I put your legs into stockings?"

Now, despite the weakness of my current position THAT was going one step too far. "For God's sake Rachel, surely not? Stockings are worn by women, not men! I'm not going to allow that to do that, at all!"

That outburst seemed to make her mind up, not that it wasn't already. "Oh really? And just how do you intend to stop me then? And another thing," approaching the bed, more stockings in her hands together with another suspender belt, "all the time we are in this room, and this will NOT be the last time believe me, it is MISTRESS Rachel! Is that clear? I the one in charge here! Legs together now."

My apparent resistance had simply made up her mind, as her sharp tone of voice made clear. And she was utterly correct, what could l do to thwart her plans now? "Yes, Mistress Rachel," I replied in a timid voice. Holding my legs against each other, allowing her to slide the belt up into position around my waist.

"That's better," her smile becoming a lot friendlier in nature, after all she WAS getting just what she wanted, remember 'what Rachel wants Rachel gets.' Next, she put a nylon stocking over my left foot, and I knew there and then that I was going to enjoy the sensation of nylon on my legs, even if it would rob them of the utterly wonderful delight of the touch of her satin bedsheet. But there was the rest of my body left to enjoy that!

She moved the nylon to just above my ankle, then she stopped. "Legs apart now, Darling!" And when I'd complied, was there any point in dis-obedience now? She grabbed of the tie wrapped around the bedpost of the lower frame and securely tied my ankle to her bed. Moments later, Rachel had repeated the entire process with my right leg, and now I did belong, in a spread-eagled form to her bed, and therefore to her. Just the unfinished business of the fitting of those stockings to my legs, as Rachel slid the nylon up my pins. Shortly stocking met suspender, and she completed her task by attaching the clasps. Job done.

She stood back a little, as if admiring her handiwork, and then using her 'phone started to take a few snaps of my predicament. "Just for insurance purposes, Darling! You see your mistake has already been sorted, within the company and very few people even know of it. So, to a large degree my hold over you doesn't exist anymore, and THAT will never do. So, if you refuse me in future, everybody will get to see these." Of course, because of my youth and inexperience, it never occurred to me that she could end up in as much trouble, if not more, IF the bosses ever saw these images.

"Refuse what, you might well ask? Well, as from this moment you are now simply my sex slave, in fact I don't even consider you to be human when you're on this bed, you are nothing more than a 'living dildo!' No, what I want, and am going to have from you is SEX, and lots of it. Fast, hard and above all RAW! Starting right now, I'm going to shag you right into the middle of next week." And the look on her face displayed the fact that I was in for torrid time as her captive.

Rachel climbed on top of my bound body, as I noticed one of hands dis-appearing underneath the pillow again in my peripheral vision, her lips met mine and she initiated a kiss. It soon became a real one, full of passion and menace, promising a real sexperience within her hands, and as I closed my eyes during it, she did something that changed my perspective completely.

For, and with my eyes closed I didn't see it, Rachel's hand emerged from under that pillow holding a satin blindfold, which she placed over my eyes, rendering them useless to me whether they were open or closed. And in a way this changed everything, for I could no longer see her.

Because now my imagination could take over from reality. I was no longer helpless in the hands of 'Rachel from accounts,' but the prisoner of a mysterious woman, whom the intensity of that kiss suggested knew her business in between the sheets. I could now look forward to what she was going to inflict upon me, my emotions now became governed by excitement, not fear.

Especially as my gut feeling that Rachel, sorry this mystery woman, would prove to be a highly skilled sexual operator was, if anything, understated. Was she good or what? It soon became utterly clear that I was subject to no less than a total sex Goddess, one possessing a level of skills right out of the top drawer. I was utterly helpless to prevent her doing just what she wanted to me, but why would I have wished to, it almost appeared to be rude to interrupt this real 'Mistress of her craft' in action as it were. Yes, she was THAT good, as she took me to places that I'd never even imagined before, let alone been too, keeping me at a level of intensity that I'd never experienced before, as she wove her complete magic!

And when the first climax duly arrived, I literally exploded inside of her, not that Rachel seemed to notice much, naturally she had used her considerable abilities to ensure that ecstasy took full hold of us almost simultaneously. As my seed shot inside of her body, that was almost frozen rigidly as the most intense scream filled the room, drowning out my own efforts to release my pleasure, that was at a level I had never enjoyed before. And that was far from the only time that Rachel took me to heaven that night, nearly every time she did so she seemed to travel with me to that delicious destination.

But it was during those annoying period when my batteries needed to recharge, when Rachel showed her extreme abilities to the full. Her hands became fully awake, stroking and rubbing my bound form, somehow keeping alive the wonderful sensations flowing within it. As you can imagine any reservations of being the utter captive of this woman were rapidly disappearing, being replaced by the highest levels of pure satisfaction and lust. I was completely under her spell now, and I can say with total honesty that I had never felt so alive during my entire time on this earth. Let's just say the thought of being her sex slave, of being 'on tap' whenever she demanded it, no longer was the annoying prospect it had been, by now I WANTED it as much, if not more, than she did.