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Executive Assistant F/M
This story started to an EXTREMELY high standard, which you have FULLY maintained. Well done!
Friday
On Friday, as usual, I was the last person out of the office. Miss Strickland had left earlier without any comment.
Down in the car park I got into my company car and drove slowly out of the underground garage.
As I reached the barrier I wound the window down to insert my card. My attention was on the task so I didn’t immediately react to the passenger door opening. When I turned I saw a man had entered; a man dressed in black wearing a ski mask and brandishing a wicked looking knife.
‘Drive!’ he commanded closing the door. The barrier was up and I realised I should set off. He held the knife against my stomach as he gave me directions.
After 10 minutes or so we ended up on some waste ground behind a disused factory. He directed me to drive inside the building and park. This was not looking good I realised. I tried to placate him by offering him what money I had but he laughed. ‘Keys’, he said and when I passed them over he dropped them in his pocket.
‘Out!’ he commanded and as I got out he did too and before I could make a dash for freedom he was round the car and at my side with his knife back against my stomach.
‘Toss the phone in the car’, he said and I complied; ‘now the wallet.’ That followed the phone; ‘shoes’, he said next and I bent down and removed my expensive leather shoes. ‘Suit’, he said and I tried to reason with him but he waved the knife so I took the jacket off and dropped it into the car.
He jabbed the knife and I unbuckled my belt and removed my trousers. ‘Socks’, he was clearly enjoying this I thought as I peeled them off. My shirt followed in short order and he laughed at the silk lingerie I was wearing. This would have been embarrassing had it not been for my predicament.
‘Hands behind you’, he commanded and as I did I heard the unmistakable sound of ripping duct tape and my wrists were taped together. He bent down and picked up a sock and forced it into my mouth. More tape held the sweaty material in place.
‘This way’, he motioned forcing me to walk across the rough concrete to an old office unit in the corner.
‘On the floor!’ he commanded and I had no choice but to lay down on the filthy cold concrete. He bound my ankles together with more tape and then looped several turns of duct tape around my chest and a vertical steel column.
‘I imagine you can free yourself in time’, he said standing over me. I didn’t see his foot move but I screamed in pain as his shoe connected with my balls. Three more times he kicked me and on the third time I was sick, but of course it wouldn’t pass the gag so I had to swallow it.
He turned without saying anything and walked away. I heard my car depart and despite the pain in my testicles I frantically set about freeing myself.
I was able to rub the tape binding my wrists on the rusty side of the column and eventually I could tear my wrists apart. It didn’t take long to remove the rest of the tape.
After plucking the wet sock from my mouth I put my socks on and contemplated what to do. As far as I could remember my house was across town from where I was so getting home would take a number of hours and then I remembered Miss Strickland’s house was reasonably close.
Either way I would be walking the streets wearing nothing but silk underwear – not a brilliant prospect. Nevertheless I had little choice so I set off and it took me 20 minutes to get to her house. Fortunately it was dark so I don’t think anyone noticed me.
I rang the doorbell and after a while she answered it;’ Simon!’ she said looking surprised. She was wearing a neatly tailored pair of green hospital scrubs; why I had no idea. I tried to explain my predicament and she invited me in.
‘Would it be possible for you to drive me home? I can sort out things with the Police and Bank etc when I have dressed’, I begged and she smiled that smile I didn’t like; the one that has no humour to it.
‘I’m afraid the girls and I are just on our way out, another few minutes and you would have missed us’, she answered. ‘Please could you drop me off on the way to wherever you are going’, I pleaded but she laughed again; ‘we are not going that way.’
She paused; ‘hold on a minute; Girls’, she shouted and two women I had never seen before came out of the lounge. One was wearing a grey pinafore blouse with a pleated skirt and white shirt looking like an adult version of a school girl and the other was dressed as a Police women complete with utility belt and handcuffs.
‘What have we here?’ the “school girl†asked and I blushed as I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. ‘This is Simon and he has had his car stolen and wants a lift home’, Miss Strickland said. The Police woman thought for a moment and then said; ‘why don’t you come with us to the party and we can drop you home afterwards.’
Miss Strickland said that was a good idea, and it was clear from her tone of voice that this was not up for debate. I simply said; ‘I have nothing to wear, the thief took everything.’
‘Well not quite everything’, the school girl said and they all laughed at my embarrassment. ‘I’m sure you must have something he can wear’, the Police woman said and Miss Strickland nodded.
‘Go into the lounge and I will find something suitable’, she said. When she returned she carried a bag. ‘I think your costume should be a surprise’, she said tying a scarf around my eyes.
Hands removed my underwear and something silky was pulled over my head. I was then laid down on the floor on my back and something was done around my waist.
When the blindfold came off I saw that I was wearing a pink camisole style vest with the word “Baby†embroidered in big letters. Around my waist was a thick white towelling diaper secured with two enormous pink safety pins.
‘I can’t go anywhere like this’, I said and the Police woman laughed; ‘it’s a fancy dress party so the costume is brilliant.’ Miss Strickland handed me some short pink socks and shoes.
‘No baby should go anywhere without a bottle’, she said handing the School girl a very large plastic bottle full of brown liquid complete with a large teat on the top.
‘I think Baby should have a drink before we go’, she said and without giving me a choice she pushed the teat into my mouth. The contents clearly contained alcohol but mixed with something I couldn’t discern.
When it was empty Miss Strickland went out and refilled it. ‘I think we can go now’, she said pushing a large dummy into my mouth and tied it in place with some pink ribbon. The latex bulb completely filled my mouth.
I had no choice but to follow them to the car. The drive didn’t pass my house so Miss Strickland was at least correct in that. It was about 30 minutes before we arrived at a large mansion house with lots of cars parked in its impressive driveway.
Miss Strickland parked and led us inside. ‘We are only staying a couple of hours’, she said to me and I was glad about that; but a lot could happen in that time!
Inside there was every conceivable type of fancy dress attire on show. Most people were dancing but some were standing around a makeshift bar which was where Miss Strickland headed. The other two disappeared.
I tried to find somewhere to hide out of sight but Miss Strickland seemingly had other ideas. She kept a tight hold of one hand as she handed me a drink.
As I slowly drank it I felt my diapered bottom grabbed from behind; ‘a very authentic if unusual fancy dress’, a voice whispered in my ear. I nodded not knowing how to answer that. The woman, who was dressed as a Nurse didn’t seem to expect an answer instead she said; ‘come with me.’
Miss Strickland let go of my wrist and the woman dragged me out of the room, across the corridor and into what turned out to be a bedroom.
Before I knew it I was thrown onto a bed and she landed on top of me. I gasped in surprise at her actions, although the dummy muted my outburst.
She reached above my head and there were two metallic clicks as my wrists were locked into handcuffs that were already secured to the bed head. ‘That’s better’, she said. Not for me I thought!
She pushed my top up my chest to reveal the towelling diaper. ‘Very old fashioned’, she said, ‘but I am sure quite stimulating.’ To demonstrate what she meant she rubbed my groin and my cock responded. ‘Ata boy’, she laughed.
Before I could enjoy it too much she stopped and left the room only to return with a man, who was dressed in a similar hospital style uniform. ‘Wow’, he said, ‘a captive Baby, how nice!’
‘Come on Gary we can have some fun!’ she laughed and he nodded. They didn’t ask my view! Gary said; ’I’ll keep Baby amused, you go and see if you can find some suitable supplies.’ What he meant by “suitable†I had no idea.
As the woman left Gary sat on the bed; ‘it was brave of you to come to this sort of party dressed as you are’, he said and I wondered what he meant by “this sort of partyâ€.
He undid the two safety pins and opened up the front of the diaper revealing my thick erection. ‘Not really a properly authentic diaper’, he said gently stroking my cock. I twisted my body trying to make him stop but he laughed and was just carrying on when the woman returned carrying an armful of items.
‘Sarah had a well stocked cupboard’, she said without saying who Sarah was, but I assume she owned the house.
‘We have everything to do the job properly’, she said with a smirk. I tried to reason with them but the dummy was quite effective; but clearly not effective enough because that was where she concentrated her attention to begin with.
After removing my socks she untied the ribbons holding Miss Strickland’s dummy in place and pulled it out. As soon as it was free I tried to tell then I needed to leave.
She ignored me and forced one of the pink socks into my mouth and then pushed the dummy back in place and tied the ribbons tightly to ensure I couldn’t force it out. I realised I was very well gagged!
She then tied a couple of scarves to my ankles and pulled them out to the corners of the bed and tied them in place.
Gary meanwhile picked up a large vibrator and applied some clear liquid to it. We all knew where it was going and sure enough he positioned it between my legs and forced it deep inside before turning it on.
I could feel its vibrations in my testicles as it ran through a programme of different speeds and actions. As it hammered away inside my rectum the woman began to play with my nipples. They were still sensitive from previous sessions with Miss Strickland so in no time they were firm.
As she tormented one with her fingernails she licked and bit the other. All the time my climax was getting nearer. Eventually there was nothing I could do to prevent the vibrator’s actions and I felt sperm erupting from my cock.
They both laughed as they watched my climax. Gary pulled the vibrator out; ‘all nice and warm and ready for the main act’, he said and I didn’t like the sound of that.
The woman passed him two large tablets and I felt him push them deep into my rectum with his index finger. ‘One suppository is never enough for bed bound patients in our hospital ward’, he said with a smirk as he held up a tampon; ‘something to seal the hole!’ he said. The tampon was pushed into my rectum.
The woman pulled on a pair of latex gloves, opened a tube and squeezed some white cream onto her hands. She coated my limp cock and groin in the cream and for good measure applied some to my nipples as well.
After liberally coating my groin in talc she pinned the sperm soaked towelling diaper back in place.
That wasn’t the end of my humiliation because she had brought two extra towelling diapers. Each was folded and pinned in place and now the lump of towel between my legs was huge.
As the scarves and handcuffs were undone I noticed that my penis was beginning to get very warm. The woman noted my look and smirked; ‘deep heat cream!’ and I groaned at what was to come.
She pulled my top down and made me step into a pair of pink rubber pants that said “Babyâ€; matching the top I was wearing. The pants had tight elasticated leg and waist holes.
‘We can go back to the party now and enjoy a dance’, she said taking my hand. I really didn’t want to go back there but I had no choice.
I was made to join her on the dance floor and I found it difficult to concentrate with the burning sensation on my cock and nipples and the growing gripes in my rectum which I realised was only going to end up one way.
She knew that and kept me on the dance floor until it was obvious I couldn’t contain things any more. I cried out as the tampon was forced out by a large fart along with other more unpleasant stuff. I could feel it lying between my legs. The woman laughed and reached down and ran her hands over the rubber pants pressing them against my groin before leading me over to the bar.
Miss Strickland walked over; ‘time to go!’ she said and I couldn’t have been happier to follow her.
The other two ladies were clearly staying as we left the party alone and walked over to her car.
She drove me home and to my surprise my car was in the drive. She said nothing as she parked behind it and led me inside my house. I wanted to discuss the car as I was confused as to why a stolen car would be returned but I was still gagged.
I had no choice but to follow her to my bedroom. She made me lie on the bed and then she clicked a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and connected a padlock to the chain in the middle. Another chain from the padlock disappeared under the bed.
‘The padlock is an electronic one and is on a timer’. Miss Strickland said. ‘It will release you later; although I won’t say when. In the meantime I suggest you get some rest.’
Before she left she untied the ribbons and removed the dummy and the sock from my mouth. I was so dry I couldn’t speak, not that she gave me any time to do so before she forced the knotted soiled Scout scarf into my mouth and tied it tightly in place. I immediately tasted my stale semen.
‘I told you it would come in useful later’, she said as she walked out without any further explanation. I tried to get free but the chain was well secured so I lay back on the bed feeling the bulk of the towelling nappies between my legs.
My wrists although handcuffed had sufficient freedom to reach my groin and soon I was rubbing my cock through the three layers of towelling material and a climax was inevitable and pleasurable.
I must have fallen asleep because I was woken by a loud click and I found the padlock was open. I got up and stripped off – the dirty diapers went straight in a black bin bag and then I took a long shower.
Once I had dressed and eaten I checked the car was amazed to find my clothes, wallet, keys and phone were all inside. I couldn’t work out what had happened … unless Miss Strickland was behind it all the time!
Monday
Miss Strickland only acknowledged my arrival with a curt nod. As I sat down at my desk the phone rang; it was the CEO’s PA informing me he wanted to see me immediately.
I wondered what I had done wrong as I walked up the stairs to his office. He told me there was an urgent need for yet more restructuring to bring costs down.
As ever there was good and bad news. He was cutting the senior management from 4 to 2 posts. I and my three colleagues would be interviewed for those two positions. That was the bad news; the good news was he was thinking about axing the Executive Assistant role completely in favour of a central admin unit.
He asked for my thoughts. I said it would mean more work for those Senior Managers who remained. Miss Strickland, I said, did away with a lot of the mundane tasks; however if that was the only way to keep the costs down I could live with – assuming of course I was successful in getting one of the two jobs. He smiled and asked me to deliver the news.
I said perhaps it would be best coming from HR and he said; ‘if you are the senior Sales Director I would expect you to sort out the hiring and firing.’ I nodded realising my job was safe only IF I did his dirty work for him.
At least with Miss Strickland being made redundant that meant she would have no further leverage over me!
When I told her in one of the meeting rooms she just nodded and said she understood. It couldn’t be that easy … could it?
I had checked with HR and by paying her outstanding holiday she could leave immediately. I asked if she wanted a leaving party or drinks and she said she didn’t. She packed up her personal things, said goodbye to others in the office and left.
When I returned to my office there was a small box on my desk. I opened it and inside was a pair of silver cufflinks engraved with a pair of handcuffs. There was a typed note: “I know you did this to protect your job. You haven’t heard the last of me …..â€
A large part of me was happy to read that and a small part wondered how she knew before I did!
On Friday, as usual, I was the last person out of the office. Miss Strickland had left earlier without any comment.
Down in the car park I got into my company car and drove slowly out of the underground garage.
As I reached the barrier I wound the window down to insert my card. My attention was on the task so I didn’t immediately react to the passenger door opening. When I turned I saw a man had entered; a man dressed in black wearing a ski mask and brandishing a wicked looking knife.
‘Drive!’ he commanded closing the door. The barrier was up and I realised I should set off. He held the knife against my stomach as he gave me directions.
After 10 minutes or so we ended up on some waste ground behind a disused factory. He directed me to drive inside the building and park. This was not looking good I realised. I tried to placate him by offering him what money I had but he laughed. ‘Keys’, he said and when I passed them over he dropped them in his pocket.
‘Out!’ he commanded and as I got out he did too and before I could make a dash for freedom he was round the car and at my side with his knife back against my stomach.
‘Toss the phone in the car’, he said and I complied; ‘now the wallet.’ That followed the phone; ‘shoes’, he said next and I bent down and removed my expensive leather shoes. ‘Suit’, he said and I tried to reason with him but he waved the knife so I took the jacket off and dropped it into the car.
He jabbed the knife and I unbuckled my belt and removed my trousers. ‘Socks’, he was clearly enjoying this I thought as I peeled them off. My shirt followed in short order and he laughed at the silk lingerie I was wearing. This would have been embarrassing had it not been for my predicament.
‘Hands behind you’, he commanded and as I did I heard the unmistakable sound of ripping duct tape and my wrists were taped together. He bent down and picked up a sock and forced it into my mouth. More tape held the sweaty material in place.
‘This way’, he motioned forcing me to walk across the rough concrete to an old office unit in the corner.
‘On the floor!’ he commanded and I had no choice but to lay down on the filthy cold concrete. He bound my ankles together with more tape and then looped several turns of duct tape around my chest and a vertical steel column.
‘I imagine you can free yourself in time’, he said standing over me. I didn’t see his foot move but I screamed in pain as his shoe connected with my balls. Three more times he kicked me and on the third time I was sick, but of course it wouldn’t pass the gag so I had to swallow it.
He turned without saying anything and walked away. I heard my car depart and despite the pain in my testicles I frantically set about freeing myself.
I was able to rub the tape binding my wrists on the rusty side of the column and eventually I could tear my wrists apart. It didn’t take long to remove the rest of the tape.
After plucking the wet sock from my mouth I put my socks on and contemplated what to do. As far as I could remember my house was across town from where I was so getting home would take a number of hours and then I remembered Miss Strickland’s house was reasonably close.
Either way I would be walking the streets wearing nothing but silk underwear – not a brilliant prospect. Nevertheless I had little choice so I set off and it took me 20 minutes to get to her house. Fortunately it was dark so I don’t think anyone noticed me.
I rang the doorbell and after a while she answered it;’ Simon!’ she said looking surprised. She was wearing a neatly tailored pair of green hospital scrubs; why I had no idea. I tried to explain my predicament and she invited me in.
‘Would it be possible for you to drive me home? I can sort out things with the Police and Bank etc when I have dressed’, I begged and she smiled that smile I didn’t like; the one that has no humour to it.
‘I’m afraid the girls and I are just on our way out, another few minutes and you would have missed us’, she answered. ‘Please could you drop me off on the way to wherever you are going’, I pleaded but she laughed again; ‘we are not going that way.’
She paused; ‘hold on a minute; Girls’, she shouted and two women I had never seen before came out of the lounge. One was wearing a grey pinafore blouse with a pleated skirt and white shirt looking like an adult version of a school girl and the other was dressed as a Police women complete with utility belt and handcuffs.
‘What have we here?’ the “school girl†asked and I blushed as I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. ‘This is Simon and he has had his car stolen and wants a lift home’, Miss Strickland said. The Police woman thought for a moment and then said; ‘why don’t you come with us to the party and we can drop you home afterwards.’
Miss Strickland said that was a good idea, and it was clear from her tone of voice that this was not up for debate. I simply said; ‘I have nothing to wear, the thief took everything.’
‘Well not quite everything’, the school girl said and they all laughed at my embarrassment. ‘I’m sure you must have something he can wear’, the Police woman said and Miss Strickland nodded.
‘Go into the lounge and I will find something suitable’, she said. When she returned she carried a bag. ‘I think your costume should be a surprise’, she said tying a scarf around my eyes.
Hands removed my underwear and something silky was pulled over my head. I was then laid down on the floor on my back and something was done around my waist.
When the blindfold came off I saw that I was wearing a pink camisole style vest with the word “Baby†embroidered in big letters. Around my waist was a thick white towelling diaper secured with two enormous pink safety pins.
‘I can’t go anywhere like this’, I said and the Police woman laughed; ‘it’s a fancy dress party so the costume is brilliant.’ Miss Strickland handed me some short pink socks and shoes.
‘No baby should go anywhere without a bottle’, she said handing the School girl a very large plastic bottle full of brown liquid complete with a large teat on the top.
‘I think Baby should have a drink before we go’, she said and without giving me a choice she pushed the teat into my mouth. The contents clearly contained alcohol but mixed with something I couldn’t discern.
When it was empty Miss Strickland went out and refilled it. ‘I think we can go now’, she said pushing a large dummy into my mouth and tied it in place with some pink ribbon. The latex bulb completely filled my mouth.
I had no choice but to follow them to the car. The drive didn’t pass my house so Miss Strickland was at least correct in that. It was about 30 minutes before we arrived at a large mansion house with lots of cars parked in its impressive driveway.
Miss Strickland parked and led us inside. ‘We are only staying a couple of hours’, she said to me and I was glad about that; but a lot could happen in that time!
Inside there was every conceivable type of fancy dress attire on show. Most people were dancing but some were standing around a makeshift bar which was where Miss Strickland headed. The other two disappeared.
I tried to find somewhere to hide out of sight but Miss Strickland seemingly had other ideas. She kept a tight hold of one hand as she handed me a drink.
As I slowly drank it I felt my diapered bottom grabbed from behind; ‘a very authentic if unusual fancy dress’, a voice whispered in my ear. I nodded not knowing how to answer that. The woman, who was dressed as a Nurse didn’t seem to expect an answer instead she said; ‘come with me.’
Miss Strickland let go of my wrist and the woman dragged me out of the room, across the corridor and into what turned out to be a bedroom.
Before I knew it I was thrown onto a bed and she landed on top of me. I gasped in surprise at her actions, although the dummy muted my outburst.
She reached above my head and there were two metallic clicks as my wrists were locked into handcuffs that were already secured to the bed head. ‘That’s better’, she said. Not for me I thought!
She pushed my top up my chest to reveal the towelling diaper. ‘Very old fashioned’, she said, ‘but I am sure quite stimulating.’ To demonstrate what she meant she rubbed my groin and my cock responded. ‘Ata boy’, she laughed.
Before I could enjoy it too much she stopped and left the room only to return with a man, who was dressed in a similar hospital style uniform. ‘Wow’, he said, ‘a captive Baby, how nice!’
‘Come on Gary we can have some fun!’ she laughed and he nodded. They didn’t ask my view! Gary said; ’I’ll keep Baby amused, you go and see if you can find some suitable supplies.’ What he meant by “suitable†I had no idea.
As the woman left Gary sat on the bed; ‘it was brave of you to come to this sort of party dressed as you are’, he said and I wondered what he meant by “this sort of partyâ€.
He undid the two safety pins and opened up the front of the diaper revealing my thick erection. ‘Not really a properly authentic diaper’, he said gently stroking my cock. I twisted my body trying to make him stop but he laughed and was just carrying on when the woman returned carrying an armful of items.
‘Sarah had a well stocked cupboard’, she said without saying who Sarah was, but I assume she owned the house.
‘We have everything to do the job properly’, she said with a smirk. I tried to reason with them but the dummy was quite effective; but clearly not effective enough because that was where she concentrated her attention to begin with.
After removing my socks she untied the ribbons holding Miss Strickland’s dummy in place and pulled it out. As soon as it was free I tried to tell then I needed to leave.
She ignored me and forced one of the pink socks into my mouth and then pushed the dummy back in place and tied the ribbons tightly to ensure I couldn’t force it out. I realised I was very well gagged!
She then tied a couple of scarves to my ankles and pulled them out to the corners of the bed and tied them in place.
Gary meanwhile picked up a large vibrator and applied some clear liquid to it. We all knew where it was going and sure enough he positioned it between my legs and forced it deep inside before turning it on.
I could feel its vibrations in my testicles as it ran through a programme of different speeds and actions. As it hammered away inside my rectum the woman began to play with my nipples. They were still sensitive from previous sessions with Miss Strickland so in no time they were firm.
As she tormented one with her fingernails she licked and bit the other. All the time my climax was getting nearer. Eventually there was nothing I could do to prevent the vibrator’s actions and I felt sperm erupting from my cock.
They both laughed as they watched my climax. Gary pulled the vibrator out; ‘all nice and warm and ready for the main act’, he said and I didn’t like the sound of that.
The woman passed him two large tablets and I felt him push them deep into my rectum with his index finger. ‘One suppository is never enough for bed bound patients in our hospital ward’, he said with a smirk as he held up a tampon; ‘something to seal the hole!’ he said. The tampon was pushed into my rectum.
The woman pulled on a pair of latex gloves, opened a tube and squeezed some white cream onto her hands. She coated my limp cock and groin in the cream and for good measure applied some to my nipples as well.
After liberally coating my groin in talc she pinned the sperm soaked towelling diaper back in place.
That wasn’t the end of my humiliation because she had brought two extra towelling diapers. Each was folded and pinned in place and now the lump of towel between my legs was huge.
As the scarves and handcuffs were undone I noticed that my penis was beginning to get very warm. The woman noted my look and smirked; ‘deep heat cream!’ and I groaned at what was to come.
She pulled my top down and made me step into a pair of pink rubber pants that said “Babyâ€; matching the top I was wearing. The pants had tight elasticated leg and waist holes.
‘We can go back to the party now and enjoy a dance’, she said taking my hand. I really didn’t want to go back there but I had no choice.
I was made to join her on the dance floor and I found it difficult to concentrate with the burning sensation on my cock and nipples and the growing gripes in my rectum which I realised was only going to end up one way.
She knew that and kept me on the dance floor until it was obvious I couldn’t contain things any more. I cried out as the tampon was forced out by a large fart along with other more unpleasant stuff. I could feel it lying between my legs. The woman laughed and reached down and ran her hands over the rubber pants pressing them against my groin before leading me over to the bar.
Miss Strickland walked over; ‘time to go!’ she said and I couldn’t have been happier to follow her.
The other two ladies were clearly staying as we left the party alone and walked over to her car.
She drove me home and to my surprise my car was in the drive. She said nothing as she parked behind it and led me inside my house. I wanted to discuss the car as I was confused as to why a stolen car would be returned but I was still gagged.
I had no choice but to follow her to my bedroom. She made me lie on the bed and then she clicked a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and connected a padlock to the chain in the middle. Another chain from the padlock disappeared under the bed.
‘The padlock is an electronic one and is on a timer’. Miss Strickland said. ‘It will release you later; although I won’t say when. In the meantime I suggest you get some rest.’
Before she left she untied the ribbons and removed the dummy and the sock from my mouth. I was so dry I couldn’t speak, not that she gave me any time to do so before she forced the knotted soiled Scout scarf into my mouth and tied it tightly in place. I immediately tasted my stale semen.
‘I told you it would come in useful later’, she said as she walked out without any further explanation. I tried to get free but the chain was well secured so I lay back on the bed feeling the bulk of the towelling nappies between my legs.
My wrists although handcuffed had sufficient freedom to reach my groin and soon I was rubbing my cock through the three layers of towelling material and a climax was inevitable and pleasurable.
I must have fallen asleep because I was woken by a loud click and I found the padlock was open. I got up and stripped off – the dirty diapers went straight in a black bin bag and then I took a long shower.
Once I had dressed and eaten I checked the car was amazed to find my clothes, wallet, keys and phone were all inside. I couldn’t work out what had happened … unless Miss Strickland was behind it all the time!
Monday
Miss Strickland only acknowledged my arrival with a curt nod. As I sat down at my desk the phone rang; it was the CEO’s PA informing me he wanted to see me immediately.
I wondered what I had done wrong as I walked up the stairs to his office. He told me there was an urgent need for yet more restructuring to bring costs down.
As ever there was good and bad news. He was cutting the senior management from 4 to 2 posts. I and my three colleagues would be interviewed for those two positions. That was the bad news; the good news was he was thinking about axing the Executive Assistant role completely in favour of a central admin unit.
He asked for my thoughts. I said it would mean more work for those Senior Managers who remained. Miss Strickland, I said, did away with a lot of the mundane tasks; however if that was the only way to keep the costs down I could live with – assuming of course I was successful in getting one of the two jobs. He smiled and asked me to deliver the news.
I said perhaps it would be best coming from HR and he said; ‘if you are the senior Sales Director I would expect you to sort out the hiring and firing.’ I nodded realising my job was safe only IF I did his dirty work for him.
At least with Miss Strickland being made redundant that meant she would have no further leverage over me!
When I told her in one of the meeting rooms she just nodded and said she understood. It couldn’t be that easy … could it?
I had checked with HR and by paying her outstanding holiday she could leave immediately. I asked if she wanted a leaving party or drinks and she said she didn’t. She packed up her personal things, said goodbye to others in the office and left.
When I returned to my office there was a small box on my desk. I opened it and inside was a pair of silver cufflinks engraved with a pair of handcuffs. There was a typed note: “I know you did this to protect your job. You haven’t heard the last of me …..â€
A large part of me was happy to read that and a small part wondered how she knew before I did!
That's the end of Miss Strickland's story - probably!
I hope it did justice to @Ak610's idea.
Thanks to everyone who commented.
I hope it did justice to @Ak610's idea.
Thanks to everyone who commented.
Yes My friend. It has been an amazing story.dl68 wrote: 2 years ago That's the end of Miss Strickland's story - probably!
I hope it did justice to @Ak610's idea.
Thanks to everyone who commented.
Thank You very much.