WITHIN SEXUAL SLAVERY TO MY SECRETARY
Gloria Atherton wasn't sure just what to make of the resignation of Thomas Stevens. He'd been in the position for almost five years, and during that time she'd worked very efficiently as his effective P.A. They'd made an excellent team, as she assisted him in his tasks to the very best of her considerable ability. She was very sorry to see him go, beginning to contemplate the future of having to work with another 'boss.' And she'd just found out, one that would be very different, this new manager was due to be female. Another woman then. That could present a slight problem.
For what nobody within company was aware of, in fact only Gloria and Thomas knew, was their relationship extended outside of the office. In a completely reverse manner and orientation to that within. There she was the faithful employee, a dedicated servant, obedient, loyal and totally helpful. In the office then, Thomas was very much the 'boss.' Outside though, the relationship between them was very different indeed. Much more to Gloria's liking.
However, although she was extremely sorry to see the back of Mr Stevens, Gloria began to view having a female boss as an opportunity, it would present a change from the normal that much was for sure. One that could be enjoyed, she mused. So when, on that Friday afternoon Thomas Stevens bid goodbye to the office and to her, excitement was beginning to flutter inside of Gloria's body. No, the fact that her new superior would be female did not mean the end of her 'extra-curriculum' activities, not at all. They'd just be slightly different, that's all. She was now looking forward to the next Monday morning, when she'd have the chance to assess her new companion. To plan just how to trap her into giving Gloria just what she sought outside of the workplace.
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I must admit that I was thoroughly excited as I reported to work on that first day on my new job. A position I'd worked damn hard to achieve, oh yes, I'd put in the hours alright. I was shown around the premises by the Managing Director himself, and having been given a tour, he finally took me to my own office. And to meet my new secretary, Miss Gloria Atherton.
She appeared to be about fifty years old, slim with what looked like a good figure. But even if it was, Miss Atherton made no attempt to display the fact. This almost appeared to be the ultimate case of dressing down, her clothes, unlike mine, were about as unsexy as it was possible for them to be, and she wore no make-up at all. But so what? She was here to do a job, and all of the reports I'd heard about her indicated that was something she was very good at.
"Good morning, Miss James." Gloria greeted me, holding out her hand in welcome.
I took her hand in mind and replied in a tone of genuine welcome. "Good morning to you too, Gloria. Please call me Emma."
To which reply I received a rather frosty look. "As this is a place of employment Miss James, I believe that it would be appropriate for us to address the other formally! Could you please refer to myself as 'Miss Atherton' from now on?" That was me told then!
Not wanting a fight on my very first day, I decided that discretion ought to conquer valour on this occasion. "I do apologise Miss Atherton. I certainly meant no offence."
"As you've issued a genuine apology, none has been taken." Well, that set the tone!
However, by the end of that first day it was abundantly clear to me that those reports I'd heard about the sheer competency of Gloria Atherton were completely correct. After all, we were both here to work, not become friends. And if I had been taken aback a little, by her formal approach, as indeed I had, it wasn't long at all before I soon appreciated her efforts. And her help in allowing me to settle in so quickly and so well. If that was the way she wanted things to be, I resolved, I'd do my best to accommodate her.
What I didn't know was that Gloria, or should that be Miss Atherton, was quietly assessing me, probing for any weakness that she could exploit in order to commence a relationship out of the office between us. One where I would be 'dancing to her tune!'
And after a couple of months, she was gifted her opportunity. A conference that the company was invited to, one where I was due to make a presentation. And one that required both Gloria and I to be away from our normal home for a couple of days. Requiring both of us to be staying in an unfamiliar hotel for two nights.
Again, Gloria made no attempt to enact her plans until the main task of my presentation had been completed, as normal she proved to be fully supportive, a great help in ensuring that my efforts had the maximum positive effect upon my audience, as my skills were at their finest, and the presentation itself proved to be a great success. No, it was whilst the pair of us were enjoying a celebratory drink afterwards that she made her move.
For, completely trusting her, and why wouldn't I at this precise moment, I left her alone with my drink as I went to the Ladies. Allowing Gloria a perfect opportunity to place a knockout drug into my large red wine, one that was almost tasteless. Meaning that when I returned, I drunk up without any indication at all as to just what she'd just done.
My first clue that things weren't quite as they should be occurred in the lift back to our respective rooms, when all of a sudden, my mind started to cloud and my legs began to feel like jelly. Accompanied by the 'concerned' Gloria, I barely made it to my hotel room door, passing through with her almost holding me upright, I staggered to the bed and collapsed upon it. Becoming reduced into the state of total unconsciousness almost immediately.
Now, when about thirty minutes later I came to, this was the moment when Gloria took control of my life outside the office. As my head shook, I knew that something wasn't right, but it took a few seconds for my head to clear and the full extent of my predicament to become clear to me. What had the devious Gloria done to me?
As I tried to move, I found that I couldn't, I was lying on the bed in a spread-eagled form, discovering that my wrists and ankles had been securely tied to the four outer bed posts. And I do mean securely, whoever had tied me up knew their knots. It now occurred to me that I was almost naked, except for my suspender belt and sheer nylon stockings, all of my clothing had been removed. As I began to think of calling out, Gloria emerged into my line of sight. Still dressed frumpily, but with the smile of a sexual predator upon her face.
"Welcome back into the land of the living, Emma. Well, we're not in the office now, are we?"
"I guess not Gloria."
"Sorry Darling, but that's Mistress Gloria now. Outside of work of course, there you will still address me as Miss Atherton, naturally. Now, I guess that you wish to know precisely why I've tied you to this bed. Um?"
