Office Politics ( F/F )
Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2025 3:54 am
OFFICE POLITICS.
You know, there’s a lot in life that I have every right to be proud about. I’d worked hard at both school and university, obtaining a fully earned first. And having not yet reached thirty years of age, I’d founded my own business, I utterly owned my own company, specialising in offering financial services, advice regarding pensions etc. Very successful it had proved to be too, very much unlike my love life.
Now aged thirty-two, I hadn’t even resolved the question of whether I wanted the other person in my bed to be male or female yet. Yes, I’d tried both, but still hadn’t found ‘Mr or Miss Right’ despite giving quite a few candidates, of both genders, a chance to fulfil that role. Was I too fussy, or did the demands of my business not leave me enough time or energy for romance?
In many ways I was beginning to establish something within my mind though. Because within the office environment, I was definitely the boss, the one very much in charge, with all the levels of stress and responsibility that position entailed. Perhaps in the bedroom, I needed a partner who’d somewhat relieve me of all that authority, who’d let me simply enjoy not being the one making all of the decisions for once. I began to almost wish this, want it, crave it, when that day arrived, the one in during which, this almost secret desire of mine, came to fruition.
It began as a normal working day, in fact it was a Friday, with the weekend beckoning. Yes, believe or not, Ladies and Gentlemen, bosses like their weekends too, and I was looking forward to this one, although I had no specific plans of what to do during it.
The morning had passed uneventfully too, absolutely nothing untoward occurring within those few hours. In fact, the day was almost over, there was just over a hour left before ‘closing time’ when SHE walked through the door, the woman who was destined to change EVERYTHING!
Her arrival was announced by a gentle knock upon my office door, yes, my own ‘quarters’ as it were, consisted of an office within the office, if you see what I mean. After responding in a positive manner, the door opened and she walked in accompanied by Rachel Hoskins, my very competent second in command as it were, a lady who’d been working for me for a few months now. Looking back, I noticed how alike they seemed to appear, although I didn’t give that thought much attention at the time.
Rachel’s voice cut through the air, “Miss Laura Woodhouse to see you, Miss Fenton. As arranged.†Although, as I later to find out, this was a false name, well the surname anyway, Laura being the very real given name that she had, in fact, been allocated by her parents.
I immediately offered my hand across the desk. “Anna Fenton. How may I be of assistance to you, Miss Woodhouse?†Recalling that this meeting had indeed been scheduled, by Rachel actually, to my slight annoyance. Who the hell needs to have to deal with a new client just before the office shuts on a Friday afternoon?
She took my offered hand, shaking it in the time-honoured manner, offering me the consent to addressing her as ‘Laura’ if I so desired. Before diving into the bag, she’d bought with her, pulling out a pile of paperwork, which she placed onto my desk, then she looked up.
And it was at this precise moment of time that I descended into her captivity, as her eyes locked in upon mine.
Now I’m sure that there’s quite a few of you reading this who, just as I did until this exact moment, believe that the art of hypnosis is all a matter of pure and simple baloney. Complete balderdash. I know, because I was one of you, remember. Although I was about to discover that the art is VERY real, mind you because it is what it is, I wouldn’t realise that I’d found out just yet.
I was fully held in her gaze now, I’d lost control of my own senses. She’d taken total domination of my subconscious, I was now in a complete trance, absolutely hers, to do with just what she wanted. I soon received my first command. “Stand. And come around to this side of the desk.â€
I obeyed naturally, without really being aware that I’d even done so. “STRIP!†Her next order, delivered in a tone that simply dared dis-obedience. And therefore, didn’t receive any, although it was followed by one in a somewhat softer tone. “Stop at your stockings and suspenders though. There’s no need for them to come off, in fact I wish them to very much stay on.†Another compliance. “Put your clothing upon this chair here,†the one that she’d been sitting within, and has risen out of. I even folded my clothing neatly, can you believe to what degree she’d taken utter control of me?
But now we come to whole point of this. Her reaching into that aforementioned bag, withdrawing a length of silk bondage rope, just as I responded to her command of, “arms behind back!†I’m absolutely certain here that NONE of you need me to explain just what happened next. A bond that demonstrated that this woman, my captor now, knew exactly what she was doing, sure this tying up was perfectly safe, there was no danger in terms of blood circulation for example, but there was no chance of an unaided escape either. I WAS TOTALLY HERS!
She walked over to the chair, with my tidy pile of garments upon it, picked up my satin panties before standing right in front of me. “OPEN!†gesturing my mouth. Yes, you’ve all guessed it, in they went. To be tied in place there, with another tie from out of her bag.
With me completely captured then, this was the time to restore me to the ‘land of the living,’ as she did precisely that, clicking her fingers right in front of my face.
It took a few seconds after I’d ‘awoke’ before the whole reality of my, now helpless, situation dawned upon me. Suddenly it hit me, and I responded with a “what the hell?†Or that was what I’d intended to say, but with my mouth stuffed full of my very own panties, that came out as a rather unintelligible “eeeegggtthhh,†naturally.
“Good afternoon, Miss Fenton.†my captor actually smiling as she teased me thus. “Or may I be permitted to address you as ‘Anna,’ you will recall I was most willing to allow you to call me Laura, after all. Now, you’re probably wondering what this is all about, you’re no doubt asking yourself why I’ve taken all the time and trouble to put you in the position and situation that you now find yourself. Um?â€
Yes, I bloody WAS. As will come about as NO surprise to nobody, I’m sure. And there was a further question within my mind, one to which I had no idea as to the answer, whilst obviously my captor most assuredly did. How did I get here? To be tied up, naked except stockings and suspenders, my own panties shoved into my orifice? Remember, I’d believed that hypnotism was all, let’s put it politely, utter bullshine. Now I knew different.
Suddenly a very unpleasant prospect entered my mind, one that actually caused me to squirm, uselessly of course, within my bonds. ‘What if somebody entered my office and saw me in this state?’ Although I soon discovered that this Laura intended to take things a lot further than that!
For her soft voice was soon in one of my eardrums. “Now then Anna, Darling, oh as you’re not actually issued a negative reply to my previous request, I assume that you have no objection to my use of your given name, we’ve about to go outside of this room, and you’re going to give me a guided tour of your outer office.â€
NOOOOOOO!!! Not that, surely? What had I done to her, I mean just who was she? Why the hell did I deserve this level of humiliation? Soon she’d moved to, and then opened my door. “Shall we, Anna, dear?†There was no escape for me apparently.
Yes, it’s absolutely true that I’d NEVER been so completely humiliated before, as I felt at this precise moment in time, as I tentatively stepped out of my inner office into the wider space beyond. And began to walk around that, just as I was, almost naked, gagged and securely bound. The complete captive of another, the person who I felt walking just behind me. And yes, they were ALL there, the gasps of surprise, followed immediately by the barely concealed sniggers. I was almost crying with total embarrassment!
But then, to my utter astonishment, I became aware of a second powerful emotion sweeping throughout my entire body. Sexual arousal! I suddenly realised, again to my amazement, that I’d NEVER been turned on quite so much as I was now, far more than I’d ever been so before. I’d never felt quite so alive in all of my previous time on this earth, nobody in any sexual encounter, be my partner male or female, had induced me into the state I was in now, fully electrified, and completely sexually charged!
Then it hit me, with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, my extreme arousal, and yes it was sexual, was purely down to my utter humiliation! I’d been born to be a submissive, well in the bedroom if not in the office although that was the location of this particular discovery in my life. But submissive to whom? I recognised that it wasn’t this Laura, somebody I barely knew at this stage, yes it had been her who had taken me as her captive, but without my knowledge or consent.
Our ‘tour’ completed, Laura followed me back into my own office, whereupon she firmly closed the door. Just her and myself again then. Pointing at my chair, her commands continued, “sit down within it,†being the next one. Puzzling myself as to why, I nevertheless obeyed.
Two more bondage ties emerged from her bag, she used the first of those to firmly tie my wrist assembly to the stay of the chair supporting the back support, And the second? To securely bind my ankles together, then also fastening them to the chair, to the foot support ‘ring’ near to the bottom. That was it then, I was fully bound and now in a state of total captivity, to both my office furniture and my captor, this mysterious Laura.
She stood back, as if to admire her handiwork, the almost naked and absolutely captive me, being the desirable result of such, well, desirable for her anyway. There remained just one more simple task for her to perform, before her day was done.
Smiling at me, she reached inside of her bag again, her hands emerging holding one of those vibrating eggs, and the remote control, that activated then regulated it. Gently she placed the egg into my, absolutely soaking wet, pussy, pushing it inside to a degree where it simply wouldn’t fall out unaided, and then, smiling at me, she switched it on.
“It’s been a real pleasure meeting you, Anna, and I’d think you’d agree our meeting has been far more conducive in determining YOUR future rather than mine. Ciao.†With that she left.
Leaving me bound to my own chair, that egg slowly buzzing away within my pussy, although not at any level where I’d be able to obtain any sort of release at all, Laura had switched it to the very lowest setting available. Meaning that I was becoming more and more frustrated in the meantime.
Then the door opened, and I knew exactly what Laura had meant by that last sentence of hers, as in walked my new Mistress, the woman whom I had been born to sexually serve. The one who would take full control of my life outside of the office, the one I belonged to sexually now. Fully aware that I actually wanted to, my resistance to my destiny completely gone.
RACHEL.
