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Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, i must willingly admit that this opening 'gambit' in this, my latest tale, is rather short. But, it 'sets the scene,' as it were.
OWNED
No doubt about it, this was the most humiliating moment of my entire life to date. I stood there at the end of my bed, a rather large, utterly luxurious four poster affair virtually naked, all that I was adorned in being a satin suspender belt and the very sheer nylon stockings that it held up. Not even any panties, my pussy being fully exposed and open therefore, as were my tits, not being supported by a bra, I was completely topless. And when I say that I was standing there, now that wasn’t the complete picture here. For you see, I had been tied in a spread-eagled form to the bed’s frame, in a manner that rendered me totally helpless, not being able to escape from the bonds that I’d been placed within, bonds between my wrists, ankles and the bedframe that were utterly secure, but had been expertly applied, not being too tight for instance, and presented no danger to my blood circulation for example.
I had been fastened facing inwards, so I had an unrestricted view of the young lady, well, when I say ‘lady,’ I use the term as one of convenience and not of respect, as she lay on the satin sheet that normally covered my bedroom furniture, her legs also covered in the nylon of a set of MY stockings, pleasuring herself with MY vibrator! For this was my captor, it was her who had tied my body to the bed, making me very aware that she had, as she had eloquently put it, a night of ‘entertainment’ in mind for me, subject to me now being within her hands and power.
Suddenly her body appeared to ‘freeze’ as an almost primeval scream of pleasure resounded within the room, she had obliviously induced a climax for herself with the wand. I guess that you could say it had just performed some ‘magic’ for her as she shook for a period of time, thoroughly enjoying just what she had conjured up. But there was another purpose that she had in mind apart from giving herself a dose of ecstasy. For those stockings and suspenders weren’t the only items that she’d helped herself to from my extensive lingerie collection, no the pure satin panties that she’d worn throughout this entire process also belonged to me. And one could argue that, in a way, she planned to return them to me now, all covered in her sexual juices. Yes, it was her intention to now place them within my mouth, and after she’d removed them from her own body, in they went, to be held in position there by a belt from one of my satin dressing gowns tied around my head.
“My, my, how have the mighty fallen, slut?” Goading my helpless position, almost placing her face into my own. “Bound and now gagged as well, awaiting just what I have planned for you, unable to prevent those intentions in any way. Oh, what fun we are going to have?”
Like I say I’d never been so humiliated in my entire life. But here’s the amazing thing. I’d never been so turned on either! My pussy was simply alive with glorious anticipation and was absolutely soaking wet. Just what was occurring here?
Thank you so much for those kind words @Jenny_S, coming from someone as accomplished as you they really mean something. As for the story continuing it most certainly will, don't worry about that, starting with just how we arrived at the situation described above.
I mean, here am I a successful businesswoman, owner of my own company by the way, and a very prominent one too, providing the fifty-two-year-old me with quite a luxurious lifestyle. A business that employed the young girl in question, in quite a lowly position. During which I had given her a fairly hard time on occasion, I did set very high standards for my employees, come on, how else had I made such a success of my enterprise? But I didn’t exempt myself from those demanding standards, oh no, I knew just how to work hard, as I did. Expecting nothing more from my staff that I wasn’t prepared to perform myself. I was very much the ‘boss’ here, well usually, so how come I had allowed her to now tie me to my own bed?
It all came down to the undeniable fact that my previous life did contain a few ‘adventures,’ about which I’d much prefer to remain hidden within the mists of time. Like, for instance, I’d once ‘enjoyed’ a career in the now distant past as a call girl, yes, I’d been that desperate. But I suppose one could say I’d received a ‘lucky break,’ after which I’d been able to, quite illegally of course, blackmail a very wealthy client into providing the financial support necessary to enable me to launch my business. Admittedly, after this rather dubious beginning, my firm had become successful due to my acumen and hard work, but its birth had been as a result of some dealings that I’d much prefer to remain unknown.
But and God knows how, probably through some carelessness on my part, the twenty-one-year-old Charlotte Summers had uncovered my secret, and importantly, she had located some evidence to prove it. And what’s more, she chose the very next day after I’d given her quite a humiliating ‘dressing down,’ in front of people to reveal that she was in possession of this information.
Charlotte was very attractive, oh sod it, who am I trying to kid, no she was damn sexy, and boy did she know it? Reminding me, very much, of just how I’d been when I was her age. Looks that I’d been very careful to maintain, and to a very large extent I’d been totally successful in that aim. Combined with the knowledge, which my previous ‘career’ had instilled within me, of just how to ‘power dress.’ Fully understanding the effect of satin, leather and sheer nylon upon the male libido, and to a large degree the female one too, I was almost always dressed in a combination of those three materials. As my company became more and more successful, so my income had increased, fully reflected in the quality of the apparel that I now adorned myself within. As she walked into my office, late on that Friday afternoon, I was wearing a beautiful and stylish nearly black leather suit, one with a skirt just long enough to conceal the fact that the sheer nylon coating my legs was in the form of stockings as opposed to tights. Not that anybody who knew me well would be in any doubt as to that, of course!
I suppose that the rather dirty smile upon her face, as she strode into my office as if it was actually hers, should have forewarned me about the significance of what she was about to reveal. As she, totally uninvited, sat herself down in the chair on the other side of my desk, and uttered, “well this is a good afternoon, isn’t it Elaine?”
Completely contrary to what she, and all the other of my staff had been instructed to. All of my employees, except for a select few, those who had been with me for a long time, and only then in private, had been told, in no uncertain terms, that I was to be addressed as Miss Noble or ‘Ma’am’ and NEVER by my given name of Elaine.
My shackles well and truly rising as a result of this, utterly blatant, disrespectful behaviour on her part, I struggled to keep my voice to a low level, as I looked her straight in the eyes and enquired, “are you deliberately looking to get sacked? How dare you strut into here, sit down without my permission and address me as such?”
She smirked. “You know, you’re right. I shouldn’t have called you that. I do apologise. Perhaps I ought to have addressed you as ‘slut’ as I shall do from now on?”
As you can imagine I lost my temper, right there and then. “GET OUT RIGHT NOW!” I screamed, not even trying to moderate my volume now. “And don’t come back, you’re sacked!”
She didn’t even flinch, I’ll give her that. “No, I don’t think so. I mean, what else do you call somebody who used to be a ‘call girl?’ Um?” As she threw a whole stack of papers on the desk right in front of me.
A cool, calm voice now echoed, “I suggest that you take a look at these before we go any further here. Perhaps then you will realise that it’s not you who is setting the agenda here, but me?” And the smirk was back.
There was obviously far more to this situation than first met the eye, so I followed her suggestion. And it didn’t take long before the truth of her last statement became established within my mind, here was complete evidence of my past malpractice, which I could not allow, at any cost, to become public. She now had me ‘over a barrel’ and she knew it.
In a way it was possible that I’d face no legal repercussions from my past. My ‘crimes’ had been committed many years ago, in the dim and distant yonder, and it was entirely conceivable that the statute of limitations was applicable here, it might well have been totally impossible for me to be prosecuted criminally. But I’d still be fully open to civil action. The client I had blackmailed would be dead for all I knew, this was probably most likely, but I would still be completely vulnerable to be sued by his family. Which if successful, a very plausible outcome, both the company and my reputation would be entirely destroyed. I’d have to come to some sort of agreement with my tormentor.
“What do you want from me, Charlotte?” My voice now timid, to fully match my completely frightened mood. “How much are you looking for?”
She was in complete control here, as her immediate reply indicated. “Firstly Elaine, oops I’ve done it again, sorry, slut, you are no longer permitted to address me by my given name. To you I am now Miss Summers, and when we are in private, which we will be on occasion, you are to call me ‘Mistress.’ Is that understood, and bear in mind that there’s nobody else in this office so we’re in private right now?”
She was ‘taking the Mickey’ here, both of us being fully aware of that, but this was no time for games. I nearly choked as I uttered the words, “yes Mistress.”
“You see you CAN accord me with the due respect after all. As for what I’m looking for here, I’m not demanding money from you, no I seek something far more personal. Stand up, please.”
I obeyed. “Just take a look at you! I am completely serious here; you are a total inspiration to me. Let’s put it like this, if I look as good and sexy as you do when I reach your age in my own life, I’ll be more than satisfied. You really ARE a sexy woman, and yes, I REALLY do mean that. Together with the fact that you’re always dressed so immaculately, I mean COME ON, are you looking good or what?”
She paused, to no doubt allow that bombshell to sink in. “Whatever plans you had for this night are now totally redundant. You see, when it comes to sex, I ‘bat for the other side’ as it were, and I willingly admit that I don’t half fancy you. I’ve often dreamed of being in bed with you, well tonight those fantasies are about to become reality. In short, we shall spend this night’s ‘entertainment’ with one another in the form of purely raw and passionate sex, all which will be conducted to my tune, naturally.”
She stepped around the table, taking hold of me and as one of her hands grabbed hold of the back of my head, she now initiated a kiss on my lips. More like a full-blown snog actually, and I didn’t resist her one iota. Partly because I’d been taken utterly by surprise, but mostly, to my complete horror, or was it, as it was SO exciting and enjoyable. This then, was the beginning of that extreme arousal that I mentioned earlier.
Meanwhile her other hand wasn’t idle. As she was subjecting me to her oral attentions, I felt that hand start to rub one of my stocking covered legs. And when that kiss had finally finished, which for one moment I truly believed it never would? “Quite delicious, slut, what is it like to be wearing stockings of such quality, um? I mean I can never afford such items and I’ll bet it feels just sensuous. So, when I call at your house tonight, don’t worry I know where you live and shall we say at seven o’clock, you be wearing stockings like these and nothing else except the suspender belt that holds them up of course, make sure that is a classy one too. Then I am going to tie you to the bed and ‘stocking shag’ you to my heart’s content, backwards, forwards and in any other direction that I care to think of! Quite frankly, by the time I’ve finished with you there’ll be nothing left within you as I’m going to shag you into the middle of next week!”
She paused, allowing me to fully absorb this declaration of her intentions for me, then continued. “So, when you leave here, you will go home and shower, making sure that you are smelling nice and sexy for me, dress just like I’ve told you and be ready at the appointed time. Oh, and I’m not that cruel, you may cover yourself up in a dressing gown, just in case somebody else knocks upon your door, after all we can soon lose that when I’ve arrived and we have ‘retired’ to your bedroom, after all.”
She now proceeded to leave, opening the door and stepping through it. But just before she departed entirely, she swivelled her head around and issued a parting shot. “Looking forward to this evening immensely Elaine, because BOY, are we going to have SEX!” Then she was gone, leaving me just standing there in a state of real shock!
With a myriad of various emotions running throughout me, with not all of them negative by any stretch of the imagination! Now although I’d never married, I was far from inexperienced when it came to bedroom activities, but they had always been with a male as my partner, I’d never shared my bed with another female before. And I had ‘previous’ when it came to the subject of bondage games before as well, but it had always been me doing the tying up. I had never before been on the ‘receiving end,’ so it was with a mixture of both fear and anticipation that I viewed the prospect. Because it was clearly going to happen now, come what may!
Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, I am going to need to ask you for 'poetic licence' here. For I'm fully aware that young Charlotte's 'hold' over Elaine is VERY tenuous, and probably extremely unlikely in reality. I mean, after all this time how come such a young and lowly employee is able to gather information about Elaine's past that nobody has exposed beforehand? This story centers upon what she does with that 'hold,' rather than what it actually is and how she obtained it. Hope you all understand.
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Thank you once more @Jenny_S , i'm glad you're enjoying things. So now that Charlotte has control of Elaine, how does she plan to take advantage of that situation? I've already given some indications, but a full description is coming ( maybe that should be cumming ) up!
