Beth Atkins ran her hands over the leather of her new desk chair as she swiveled it. No longer was she in a cubicle but now in a private office with translucent walls that went from floor to ceiling. This was the office that her former boss Carl Snodgrass had occupied until he had degraded and ravished one too many underlings. Namely, herself.
This time Personnel had had the hard evidence to get rid of the filthy man who had been under the protection of his ex-wife who was a junior executive in the high tech company. Beth had seen Grace Johnson's eyes light up as she heard the recording that Beth had made as Snodgrass had degraded and ravished her in the most humiliating manner there in his home. And for that Beth had been awarded his job of supervising a dozen data processors.
Sex does indeed sell, she thought as she luxuriated in her new private surrounding. She could do this. Who knows, with any luck it wouldn't be too long before she had a window office and a secretary!
Yes by damn she could fuck her way up the next rung of the corporate ladder for she would be willing to bow to the depraved ones while others wouldn't.
She went snooping on her computer to see what her own underlings were doing for she could watch their own screens at any time without their even knowing. Suddenly it dawned on her that she now had the power to do just what old Snodgrass had done. There were three or four young men who she had found attractive but who had never even noticed her existence. Now with their personal files at her disposal she could check their current marital status and perhaps chose one to be her own sex-toy.
Rank did have it privileges.
Then she realized that she was getting distracted. Having an underling sex-toy would be nice but climbing the next rung of the corporate ladder had to remain her primary focus. But who would the next target be? It might even be a woman!
Beth had plenty of work to do that first couple of weeks in her new job getting up to speed. As she did so she realized that old Snodgrass's work had been even poorer than most in the group had perceived. Her superior work in itself could impress her new boss but that surely would take time. And she was in a hurry.
During his first week Beth held a private interview with each of her new dozen underlings. She had expected a couple or so to show fake personal interest in her but was surprised to find a young recent graduate of well above average looks to stand out. He actually looked sincere, even though she was of rather ordinary looks herself and some five years his senior.
Over dinner at a local Italian restaurant they got acquainted. Frank was twenty-three, quiet and shy which was to be expected for a tech nerd, but good looking with a sincere, winning smile. Several times Beth had had him to repeat what he had said for he spoke so quietly. When he invited her over to his bachelor's pad she had him come to her own apartment instead.
What a wonderful bedding it was. His young body was so graceful as he made loving love. Kisses on the neck? Certainly, madam. Kisses on her clic? Bien sur, madam. Prolonged, slow screwing? Say no more.
He didn't leave until one o'clock.
Months passed. Her happily married boss was most pleased with her work which was clearly superior to her predecessor's. Young Frank and she had dinner dates and screwing every couple of weeks. But soon she tired of him, his youth and meekness.
Her break came when the section lesbian appeared on the scene. Not being gay Beth decided finally to give it a try.
The new experience proved unsatisfactory. It was a novel and rather nice experience having her pussy ate by a female but when it came time to reciprocate, she couldn't. No problem. The young lady understood. They would be friends. And as such Beth let her in on how she had gotten Snodgrass's job and how rough and humiliating it had been.
"You are naive, Beth. This tech company is filled with weirdoes. You aren't the first to get ahead with your arse."
"I'm sure you are right but I need the right weirdo. The right one for me."
"Fu Fong."
"The Fu Fong in systems analysis; the Assistant Manager?"
"How many Fu Fongs you think there are in the company?"
"But my experience in that field is rather limited."
"It's managing, Beth. Aren't you managing already?"
"Well I suppose."
"The question is whether you could manage to put up with him and his fetish."
"What is his fetish?"
"Bondage. Weird oriental bondage."
"You mean like being suspended, nude and such?"
"Perhaps, but he is more polished than that. In fact I hear that you don't even undress on his first session. But don't expect it to be any cakewalk. He's are real weird one. Loves watching women squirm under stress."
The next day Beth copied Mr. Fong in on a tech memo with a note that she thought might find it of interest.
She also attached a photo of her somewhat homely but young self.
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"I appreciate your copying me in on your memo, Miss Atkins. I didn't even know you knew me."
"I only recently learned of you, Mr. Fong. I've never really know a man of oriental decent."
"And you find that intriguing, Miss Atkins. Perhaps exotic."
"Perhaps erotic."
"Ah; so you have heard the rumors."
"Of course."
"And perhaps you are searching for a new adventure. An oriental adventure, so to speak."
"Yes, but I also wish to succeed in the company."
"I understand."
Beth smiled as she looked at the man in his silk suit with its coat button under strain. Apparently he had recently put on weight. Then perhaps it was his posture as he sat there in front of her desk looking about at her office which was quite ordinary in comparison to his own.
"I thought than our section on the Qm4 project would be of . . ."
"Oh please, Miss Atkins. Wouldn't you rather discuss just what a date with Fu Fong would entail?"
"I've heard."
"And yet you still would like to dine with me?"
"I wouldn't have copied you in otherwise, would I?"
"I've written my home address is on the reverse side of my business card. Shall we say, seven?"
"Oh; and please wear a pants suit. Black, if you have one. And don't worry. My introductory dates into the wonderful world of bondage keep their clothes on. I like to take it step by step as we get acquainted."
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Beth looked at the doorbell and hesitated. The house looked quite ordinary from the outside, but inside did it harbor a dungeon? Come on girl; get a grip on. This man has worked in the company for years. He's no criminal but just one more with a fetish. Having a sexual fetish is rather common.
"Ah Miss Atkins, I like your pants suit. Do come in."
Beth looked at the man wearing a dinner jacket and green bowtie. There was no rope in his hand.
As she followed him in he came straight to the point.
"May I ask if you've engaged in bondage before?"
"This is my first experience, Mr. Fong."
"Well don't you worry. Any time you wish to call it quits just say so. And should you be unable to speak because of being gagged, merely rotate your head or your eyes in a circle."
Gagged, she thought. Why of course gags. That was a traditional part of bondage.
