I'm sitting at my desk as I do everyday mindlessly entering data and wishing I could be someone else, do something else, be somewhere else, or at the very least become the person I am in my fantasies as those are the only things that help me through my day.
They say that men fantasize all day and women not so much, but after 5 years working here I would beg to differ. When you combine a work force full of alpha men, and small windowless office, and mind numbing remedial work your mind tends to wander. Mine does a lot. I'm sure most people here think I'm just a clueless flake too shy to even hold a normal conversation, but in my fantasies I am so much more. I am desired.
My boss walked in and asked if I could ride out to the point with him to survey it for an upcoming project. He wanted someone to take notes and remember the important information, the girl that normally goes was out and I was the only one in the office left that could go. "Sure" I said with way too much enthusiasm eager to jump at the chance to get out for a while. An afternoon with Scott alone, you bet!
Scott is very laid back but he has a dirty mind and loves to push you with it. I enjoy flirting back with him, but I can never take him seriously. He asked me once if I would consider having an affair with him, I'm sure he has asked all the girls in the office this. I told him no, but if he really gave it some effort or I thought he was serious I'd consider it.
I jump into his truck and we head out. It's about 30 minutes to the point and we fill the time with idle chitchat. Just before the main road entering the point, Scott turns off on to a small side road. It's rather hidden and if you didn't know where it was you would just drive past it. "Where we going?" I ask.
"It's just down this road a bit." Scott replied. We drove another 10 minutes deeper into the wooded area. I was just thinking to myself great place to murder someone when Scott turned into a small clearing and stopped. "We're here" he said with a smile. "Grab the black bag behind you".
I got out of the truck and grabbed the said bag, it was heavy and felt like it had lots of different things inside. "What are we doing out here?" I asked meeting him at the back of the truck. He pulled the tailgate down. "We are here to start your instructions." He turned locking me in place with his steely gaze. "What" was all I could say and that came out more as a whisper, Scott had never looked at me that way before. I was so intimated and I felt my sex drive fire up. Why was he looking at me so intensely? It was like he had a switch he just flicked on. Oh good grief, get a grip I thought to myself.
"Uhm," I cleared my throat to bring me back to the task at hand, "what do you need from me?" I turned my eyes to the ground just to avoid looking at him.
"Firstly is to look at me when I speak to you and secondly when you respond to me, call me Sir."
"Excuse me?" I snapped back at him. It's one thing for me to be helpful, but I don't need to be treated like this.
"Don't give me your attitude. I've taken just about enough from you and it's time you learned what you can and can't do to me anymore. I'm going to teach you what it feels like to be around you and be denied by you over and over. You with your little comments, your flirting, your looks, your smell, dam it Jenna you drive me insane and its high time you know just how I feel. I will break you, you will be mine, and you will beg me for it. I brought you here, to the middle of nowhere. No one can hear your screams, no where to run; just you, me, and our little black bag of discipline." He glared down on me and I coward under his gaze. Was he serious? Is this some kind of office prank? My flight or fight senses where screaming at me, but so was my inner sex maniac.
I couldn't speak. I was just staring at him. He stepped closer to me and I involuntarily took a step back. He quickly grabbed my arm and had me pinned down across the truck tailgate before I knew what was happening. He opened the bag, took out some zip ties, and before I could move I was tied to a ring inside the truck bed. "Guess, we need to reaffirm what we are doing here in a way you can better understand." Scott breathed into my ear. I tried pulling free, but to no avail. He started to place items from the bag on the tailgate next to me; a ruler, paddle, rope, a metal bar with cuffs on each end, and a small black box that was closed. I started pulling harder at my bindings. "Scott. Stop this. Let me go. What are you doing? Let me go!" I started yelling, panic setting in.
Scott ran his hand into my hair and inhaled deeply. "I love the way your hair smells and feels so soft. Stop pulling, you will only hurt yourself and though I would love to look at those bruises everyday as a reminder of our time here, I don't want to hurt you there today." I stopped yanking on my bindings and just stared at him. How could he say just the right thing to calm me down? I was still a good bit scared but I knew Scott wasn't going to kill me or harm me permanently. Maybe if I played his game, I could get away. However, my inner sex hoar was dancing and doing cartwheels.
"What do you want from me?" I asked tentatively. This question was answered with a sharp pull of my hair, bordering painful. Scott pressed his lips to my ear and replied, "when you reply to me, address me as Sir. I will not remind you again so nicely."
