OFFICE POLITICS.
You know, there's a lot in life that I have every right to be proud about. I'd worked hard at both school and university, obtaining a fully earned first. And having not yet reached thirty years of age, I'd founded my own business, I utterly owned my own company, specialising in offering financial services, advice regarding pensions etc. Very successful it had proved to be too, very much unlike my love life.
Now aged thirty-two, I hadn't even resolved the question of whether I wanted the other person in my bed to be male or female yet. Yes, I'd tried both, but still hadn't found 'Mr or Miss Right' despite giving quite a few candidates, of both genders, a chance to fulfil that role. Was I too fussy, or did the demands of my business not leave me enough time or energy for romance?
In many ways I was beginning to establish something within my mind though. Because within the office environment, I was definitely the boss, the one very much in charge, with all the levels of stress and responsibility that position entailed. Perhaps in the bedroom, I needed a partner who'd somewhat relieve me of all that authority, who'd let me simply enjoy not being the one making all of the decisions for once. I began to almost wish this, want it, crave it, when that day arrived, the one in during which, this almost secret desire of mine, came to fruition.
It began as a normal working day, in fact it was a Friday, with the weekend beckoning. Yes, believe or not, Ladies and Gentlemen, bosses like their weekends too, and I was looking forward to this one, although I had no specific plans of what to do during it.
The morning had passed uneventfully too, absolutely nothing untoward occurring within those few hours. In fact, the day was almost over, there was just over a hour left before 'closing time' when SHE walked through the door, the woman who was destined to change EVERYTHING!
Her arrival was announced by a gentle knock upon my office door, yes, my own 'quarters' as it were, consisted of an office within the office, if you see what I mean. After responding in a positive manner, the door opened and she walked in accompanied by Rachel Hoskins, my very competent second in command as it were, a lady who'd been working for me for a few months now. Looking back, I noticed how alike they seemed to appear, although I didn't give that thought much attention at the time.
Rachel's voice cut through the air, "Miss Laura Woodhouse to see you, Miss Fenton. As arranged." Although, as I later to find out, this was a false name, well the surname anyway, Laura being the very real given name that she had, in fact, been allocated by her parents.
I immediately offered my hand across the desk. "Anna Fenton. How may I be of assistance to you, Miss Woodhouse?" Recalling that this meeting had indeed been scheduled, by Rachel actually, to my slight annoyance. Who the hell needs to have to deal with a new client just before the office shuts on a Friday afternoon?
She took my offered hand, shaking it in the time-honoured manner, offering me the consent to addressing her as 'Laura' if I so desired. Before diving into the bag, she'd bought with her, pulling out a pile of paperwork, which she placed onto my desk, then she looked up.
And it was at this precise moment of time that I descended into her captivity, as her eyes locked in upon mine.
Now I'm sure that there's quite a few of you reading this who, just as I did until this exact moment, believe that the art of hypnosis is all a matter of pure and simple baloney. Complete balderdash. I know, because I was one of you, remember. Although I was about discover that the art is VERY real, mind you because it is what it is, I wouldn't realise that I'd found out just yet.
I was fully held in her gaze now, I'd lost control of my own senses. She'd taken total domination of my subconscious, I was now in a complete trance, absolutely hers, to do with just what she wanted. I soon received my first command. "Stand. And come around to this side of the desk."
I obeyed naturally, without really being aware that I'd even done so. "STRIP!" Her next order, delivered in a tone that simply dared dis-obedience. And therefore didn't receive any, although it was followed by one in a somewhat softer tone. "Stop at your stockings and suspenders though. There's no need for them to come off, in fact I wish them to very much stay on." Another compliance. "Put your clothing upon this chair here," the one that she'd been sitting within, and has risen out of. I even folded my clothing neatly, can you believe to what degree she'd taken utter control of me?
But now we come to whole point of this. Her reaching into that aforementioned bag, withdrawing a length of silk bondage rope, just as I responded to her command of, "arms behind back!" I'm absolutely certain here that NONE of you need me to explain just what happened next. A bond that demonstrated that this woman, my captor now, knew exactly what she was doing, sure this tying up was perfectly safe, there was no danger in terms of blood circulation for example, but there was no chance of an unaided escape either. I WAS TOTALLY HERS!
She walked over to the chair, with my tidy pile of garments upon it, picked up my satin panties before standing right in front of me. "OPEN!" gesturing my mouth. Yes, you've all guessed it, in they went. To be tied in place there, with another tie from out of her bag.
