Danielle works for years in an office, doing a job not worth to mention. And so seems her life. Twenty five years old with no relation, nor any friends, she goes her dull everyday life. In the weekends her main activity is reading romantic novels, and at night watching television. Her only living relative is her 60 years old mother, living in another part of the country. They see each other maybe once a year.
This was her dull life until last year. From the minute Peter stepped into the office as the new Personnel & Organization Officer her life changed. Well, at least inside Danielle's head. Nothing really changed, only her view of life. In the novels she read the hero who came to save the girl and bring her into a life of bliss got the face of Peter. And in her mind he walked and talked like Peter. Daydreaming in the office she saw Peter whenever he was around as the hero in the last penny novel she'd read. He gave her a happy and warm feeling.
Something inside her was awakened. Her never used pussy (except to piss) started to drip small amounts of clear sticky fluid. Completely different from the monthly mucus she caught in the sanitary pads when yet another unfertilized egg had not nestled inside her uterus. Every time Danielle saw Peter her kickers got damp. She got the feeling she now understood what her books tried to tell her. It was as if the novels spoke about herself and her very own feelings.
Meanwhile Peter had noticed Danielle's interest. After all it was part of his job to monitor the wellbeing of the personnel. Taking Danielle for the naive person she is he fed her feelings with some allusions. He liked making small talk and spiced his conversations with remarks that verged on the indecent. Despite his profession he's the kind of man who loves to unnerve others with innuendo. And so he did with Danielle. Her budding unknown feelings to Peter grew into a sort of infatuation. More and more the thought settled that Peter was interested in her and would like to know her better. She was absolutely right, but in another way than she could imagine.
Peter mentioned a few times he liked to wine and dine ladies at his home on Friday nights. Off course Danielle related this on herself. She asked Peter if she might be his guest one evening. For some weeks he held her at bay, but one Thursday he said she could come to his place the next evening, if she so desired. Danielle's heart rate doubled instantly and her face reddened. She couldn't concentrate herself on her work anymore. She made an out of character hasty departure and went to the mall. She bought a nice new salmon colour two-piece, and a sexy black lingerie set. The next day she was absent minded and didn't do much work. Her chef sent her home early, and told her she better take a good rest during the weekend to be fresh again next Monday.
But how could Danielle get any rest now her heart was in turmoil. The afternoon looked like it took a whole week. The later it got the more Danielle doubted if she should go to Peter's place. But she couldn't deny her feelings, and in the end she took a bus to the street where Peter lived, her heart throbbing in her throat. In her tight brand new suit, wobbling on high heels, and her pussy wrapped up in high-cut sopping-wet knickers.
After an afternoon filled with changing thoughts she stepped from the bus and walked straight to Peter's door. She rang the bell before her jitters got the best of her and she changed her mind again. She froze on the doorstep as she heard someone approach the front door.
"Hé Danielle," Peter said smiling, "come inside."
After Danielle stepped inside Peter locked the door behind her and took her coat.
"Wow, you've come a big way. I've never seen you in clothes like this. It looks really good on you!
"Thank you Peter," Danielle said a bit timid.
"Now I have to ask you Danielle," Peter said in a lower and stern voice, facing her and looking her in the eyes. "I did not force you to come here? You are here entirely by your own free will? Can you confirm this?"
"Yes, Peter, you know that."
"Very fine. Now is the moment to decide. Either you stay here and be part of my night. Or you leave now before entering my house proper. It's entirely up to you, but once you've decided you live with the consequences. It's only your decision, Danielle..."
'What is this', Danielle thought. What's here to decide to stay or leave? It's only a romantic dinner with the man I love, right?
"Well Peter, sure I want to stay and have dinner with you?"
"I never said dinner dear, only 'wine and dine'. But you'll see the difference soon enough."
With that said Peter put a hood over Danielle's head depriving her of her sight. Before she understood what was happening Peter took her arm in a strong grip and escorted her through the door into the next room. Because of her tight tube skirt she had problems to follow him and avoid to fall. 'What's he doing?' Danielle thought, but before she could protest he pushed her against a wooden frame and bend her over it at her waist. Her hands were cuffed to the contraption, her left ankle was fastened to a leg of the horse. Because the skirt constrained her movements she now hung askew against the rack.
"Listen very carefully now Danielle," Peter said as he pulled the zipper at the back of the skirt all the way down. "You're in my power now."
The lowest part of her new two-piece suit was abruptly pulled away from her hips, leaving her vulnerably dressed only in her wet panties. Her other leg was fastened to the rack.
"Ah, you even were so thoughtful as to put on nice sexy underwear for me, how sweet of you!" Peter smirked. "Since you managed to intrude into my private life, we're going to play a game now. If you play it right I'll let you go."
