The snap shot read "I know what I want, but I don't know how to get it". It was ironic in a way; she wanted happiness, but because she wasn't happy felt there was no way to find it. Her life had slithered away; she saw each day, week and year as an eternity. Her search was for that one, who she could serve; that would appreciate her; that would make her special and loved above all others. Only he would recognize her beauty and he would know how to use her. She wanted his control, his strength, his love and in return would allow him anything he desired. She had encountered many and each used her as they desired; but the marks they left often lasted longer than the encounter.
“Today will be different” she thought as she toweled her body off. She dressed in a way that accentuated her body and the gifts it bore. Her short leather skirt hugged her round ass and covered the tops of the fishnet stockings she wore; her white silk blouse hung open enough to reveal the cleavage of her full breast and the black stilettos made her appear to be statuesque. Her attire was however no more than a body mask, though it gave the appearance of beauty; it was really meant to hide the emptiness inside. There was little left of her heart when she stepped through the door of her apartment building, but she donned her sun glasses and stepped out onto the crowded sidewalk to make her way to work.
She walked to the office complex as she had every day but dreaded entering it; this was just another part of her hellish existence. She had been hired as a temp employee, but the office manager decided to keep her. He was older than she was, wore suits off the rack that were too large, but covered his ever increasing belly. He was known for flirting with the women in the office, but none saw him as a real threat and they just let his comments go. She had been there for three months and he had positioned her desk so that it faced his office. More than once she had found him staring as if he was trying look up her skirt and his gaze always made her feel uncomfortable. Despite his presence, she did her job because the pay was good and she needed it. Now it was time for her first evaluation and she thought her erotic attire would be enough get her a small increase; after all she knew nothing would happen in the office. She had read the company policy regarding sexual harassment and knew he might be dangerously close to crossing the line, but never thought that he would.
An inner office e-mail popped up on her screen; it was from him and the subject was “3 month evaluation”. She had been scheduled to have the evaluation done at the end of the work day, but was told she would be compensated for her overtime. She wasn’t happy about being kept late, but figured the additional money would come in handy. At the end of the day she finished her paperwork and said “Good night” to the other girls in the office. One had offered to stick around “Just in case”, but was told it would be alright and they agreed to meet later for a drink.
When she turned around, she saw the manager standing in the door to his office; he motioned her to come in. As she approached the remainder of the office lights went out, so that his was the only illumination there was on the floor.
“It gets kind of eerie in here after everyone has left, doesn’t it?” He asked as she entered the office.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” She responded. “Do you stay late a lot?”
“I stay and get things done and the quiet allows me time to think. There are a lot of distractions during the day, but at night I am able to focus. Let’s get your evaluation out of the way, shall we? Have a seat and we’ll get started” He motioned her to sit at a round table in the corner of the office as he took a seat opposite of her. He laid two packages of paperwork down between them. “Would you like a bottled water, I’m a bit dry?”
“Sure” she responded, “I am too; I hate evaluations, they always make me nervous.” He gave her the water and sat down. She chugged half the bottle immediately and almost choked. “God I’m sorry, but I guess I really was thirsty”
“It’s OK, take your time, there’s more if you need it.” He sat there while she downed the bottle and fiddled with the papers. “Ms Marsh, you are a very interesting woman. I have been watching you work and am quite impressed; there is one thing however that was brought to my attention that is a concern. It has to do with using the company computer for personal use and a questionable use at that. You see the company monitors every employee’s computer to insure that they are working and not playing games. We do allow for personal e-mails, but prohibit instant messaging”
“But I haven’t instant messaged anyone or even tried to. I know in fact there has been only one violation of company policy. It occurred at the end of your shift two months ago and was brought to my attention immediately. I was told I should take action, but instead told the director that I believed it wouldn’t happen again and it didn’t. Do you know what I am talking about?”
She sat in the chair more nervous than before and said, ”No sir, I can’t remember doing anything.”
“Well, what the IT department caught was a prohibited website. I was surprised when they laid the print out in front of me. Do you recall accessing a bondage site while at work?” The blood rushed to her head as she recalled the incident. It was in the last 15 minutes of the day, her work was complete and she was wondering if the profile she had submitted, had been posted. “Ah I see from your embarrassment that you do remember. It is a shame that companies have got to be so strict about the use of company computers and I know that it was an isolated incident, but still it is there; a blemish on a rather outstanding record.”
As she listened to him her mind began to swim. She thought it might be the stress of the moment and asked if she might have another bottle of water. He opened the little refrigerator and pulled out another bottle. As she drank it he continued. “I never would have thought you were into anything like that and even considered the possibility that you had accessed the site by accident. When I got home the night they notified me, I decided to check it out, I created a user name and password and browsed by city and state. Imagine my surprise when I saw a picture of you in a black lace corset and the nickname Naughty_Secretary. I realized immediately that your visit there had been no accident. I will tell you right now that I read the whole profile including your lists of likes and how you rated things. You are indeed naughty”
She felt embarrassed and wanted to run, but found that she couldn’t even stand. “Whaaat’s wrong with mee? She said in a slurred manner.
“Why nothing at all as I see it. You and I are conducting your interview and I was telling you how interesting I found you. You see these two stacks of paper? Of course you do. Each is an evaluation; one is better than the other however. You see I am very interested in fucking you and I know you have no interest at all. In fact I’ll bet you, like all the others find me a bit repulsive.” She shook her head in an attempt to say no and to clear it, but she only became dizzier. “Well I can’t imagine a woman as beautiful as you would find me attractive, but no matter. You are going to let me fuck you and perhaps more and afterwards I will hand you your evaluation”
“Nooo” she cried, “You can’t; I will tell”
“You might, but if you do I will simply say you were making it up because I gave you a bad evaluation; which I might add is right here” He said pointing to one of the stacks of paper. “And then I would show them the information I found on your profile and they will see what a truly ‘naughty secretary’ you are. I have given you a sedative, so trying to run is useless and the office is empty so screaming will just annoy me and do nothing for you. Now let’s see what’s under that blouse” He reached over and to her surprise unbuttoned it. “We don’t want to tear anything” Her pushup bra had a clasp in the front which he undid, allowing her breasts to fall from the cups. “Very nice, very, very nice” he hissed. The blouse and bra were removed and hung over a chair. He stood behind her and raised her to her feet, but her legs were unsteady and she fell across the table arms outstretched. “That’s exactly what I wanted” he said, as he secured her wrists with duct tape he had in his drawer. After the wrists were bound together, he wrapped the tape around the table leg so she could not get upright.
He again walked behind her first rubbing his hands over the leather skirt, cupping her ass and then undoing the clasp and unzipping the zipper. He tugged at the skirt until it fell to her feet, revealing the black lace garter belt and thong she was wearing. He undid the fasteners at the fishnet stockings and pulled both the garter belt and thong off, leaving her naked except for her stockings and shoes. She tried to make sense of what was happening, but the sedative made it all seem like some macabre dream or nightmare. Under different circumstances with a different man; this might have been arousing, but it wasn’t a nightmare. “You are being very good” he said as he moved around the office. “I read your profile over and over again for the past two months and have memorized every detail of it. You said you liked it rough; you said you were a bad girl and needed a firm hand to punish you and I started planning that punishment over a month ago. I am going to whip you with my belt until your ass is purple and play with you until I’m sure you are wet and then I will take you.”
She felt the tears well in her eyes and a knot form in her throat. “Please don’t hurt me; you don’t know what you are doing, this is wrong, very wrong and not what I want” she begged. He paid no attention to her plea, but went to the desk and pulled out a wooden ruler and a brown paper bag. She tried to turn to follow him with her eyes, but couldn’t as he disappeared behind her. She had played with men of her choosing in the past and had participated in play rape scenes, but had always known that when a limit was reached, her partner would stop. This man had no intension of stopping. She felt his hands on her as and then felt the sting of his flat palm as it came down hard on her right cheek. She cried out, but it only excited him more. There was another stinging slap to her left cheek and then another.
“Your ass is beautiful and it is so rosy now. This is what I dreamt of for the past month and to do it is beyond those dreams.” His hand rubbed her stinging ass and then traveled down to her pussy. He pushed her lips apart with a finger and then pushed it in as deep as it would go. “You are still far to dry to fuck, so I will have to kick it up a notch” He didn’t hesitate, but began striking her ass with the wooden ruler. He brought it down over and over again as the pain caused her to cry out again. Even the sedative had begun to wear off as a result of the pain. “This is wonderful! I think I will have to do this often, what do you think?”
She was sobbing, and barely able to get the word “No” out.
“No, did I hear you say NO; well I guess I will just have to persuade you. Guess what’s in the bag I have. No let me tell you. I went to one of those stores; you know the kind that sells that stuff you see on that site of yours. I told the guy behind the counter that I had a very naughty secretary who liked very large cocks in her cunt and asked him what he had that might satisfy her. Well he said he had exactly what I wanted and pulled out a vibrator called the “Pony Express” guaranteed to deliver the message. Here take a look.” He stepped around the table and produced a vibrator shaped like a pony’s cock and she sobbed harder. “Don’t cry, I paid over $100 dollars for this; it does all kinds of things. It has 12 different actions and speeds including one that is like a jack hammer and will just pound your pussy until you cum” She didn’t want that thing in her and tried to move her hips to prevent him from using it. “Ungrateful bitch, I guess you need more punishment” She heard him pull the belt from his pants and then felt it across her already painful ass. He beat her for what seemed like an eternity, until she no longer felt the blows.
When he was done, she laid there moaning. She felt his finger in her pussy and realized that despite her dread she had become wetter. He tried to push the vibrator in, but she wasn’t that wet. She heard him searching the bag again. “I can’t wait for you to get wet enough, the guy said you might be too tight so he threw in some lubricant.” She heard the cap land as he threw it on the table and then felt the cold gel as he pushed it into her cunt. “A little in you and a little on it; there lets see if you’re ready now.” She felt the pony sized vibe as it penetrated her pussy; he had it on a low speed and as it entered it was gyrating in a small circular motion. It passed through her lips like a large padded drill bit until it was deep inside. She had no fight left and although she felt like she should be resisting, could do nothing as the vibrator began to massage her g-spot and more. “I knew you’d like this, I knew your pussy wanted it” he whispered as he pushed it further in.
The truth was that under any other circumstance and with just about anyone else, she would have loved it, but this wasn’t about play or play rape and there was nothing she could do. She allowed herself to drift off; knowing the pleasure she was feeling was better than the pain she had felt. She was enjoying the soft gyrations when he said, “let’s see what this one does”; he changed the speed and motion. It was no longer rotating; instead it began to pulsate, pushing in and out. He was holding it in such an angle that each stroke rubbed against her sensitized clit and pushed against her g-spot. At first he had it on a slow speed, but when he realized that she was quietly enjoying it; he increased the speed of the strokes. Her mind envisioned someone she wanted slamming his cock into her and she felt her climax coming. She felt that intense sensation deep inside, beneath her stomach and above her pussy. She began to moan and mutter and he knew she wasn’t with him. “So you like this better than the belt; well I will let you have it, but want something in return.” She saw him grab the duct tape with a free hand and heard him peel off a length. She then felt him press the tape against one thigh and then the other. “I am tired of you having all the fun, so I will just tape this in you while I have some (fun)” There were several more strips torn from the roll as he affixed the device to her legs and the table; it never lost a stroke, but she had lost that feeling.
He was now in front of her; his belt less pants dropped to the floor and his erect cock was in her face. “I want you to suck it and I want you to pretend you like it; convince me or I will punish you” He pushed the cock towards her mouth; she could see pre cum on the tip and was sickened. He pushed the head against her lips and she resisted until she saw him reach for the belt. “Good girl” he said as his cock slid into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and considered biting it off, but knew if she did that they would find her Monday morning and that she would probably be the one accused. She allowed him to keep his cock as he began to fuck her mouth. The vibrator was no longer taking her away from the nightmare, but was just creating some surreal distraction. His cock pushed in and out as he pulled at her hair forcing it deeper until she began to gag. “Too big, huh” he laughed as he pulled it out. “I wasn’t going to cum that way anyway. Then the party would be over.” He reached down and grabbed his pants and then disappeared behind her again. “This thing needs adjusting; let’s try this button.” The vibrator was now rotating and stroking her pussy. With his cock out of her mouth, she again tried to imagine a different circumstance. She saw a former partner in her mind, one she desired and began to let herself experience some pleasure.
As she laid there, he picked up the bottle of lube and let it trickle down between the cheeks of her ass. She felt the cold gel, but disregarded it until she felt his finger pressing against her anus. The finger massaged the opening and then penetrated. She had at first tightened her ass, but to no avail; the lube allowed easy access and she had learned long ago how painful fighting anal could be. “You are learning” he said as he probed her ass. “A little in you, and a little on this” he said, but she wasn’t listening; she had long since escaped her tormentor, at least mentally. She felt his finger leave and then felt a larger, blunter object at the same opening; it was his cock. “I won’t fuck your cunt, after that thing has been in you, I would hardly be felt. Your ass however is still tight and well lubed.” He talked, but she wasn’t going to fight and he no longer intimidated her; she had reached the bottom of this experience some time ago and believed the best she could do at this moment was survive. She relaxed her ass as his cock penetrated the tight little hole. He had used enough lube that the passage wasn’t painful and as she allowed herself to enter subspace, there was no reality of the situation.
He felt the vibrator in her pussy as he fucked her ass. It felt as if it was massaging his cock with every stroke. He wanted to prolong the experience, but had become too aroused by his own brutality and as he fucked her ass, came. It happened so fast that a sense of disappointment filled him, but he wasn’t going to share that experience; no he was in command, so pretended that his premature ejaculation was part of the plan. “There I am done with you and I must say you turned out to be very good. I will give you high marks in deed on your evaluation and a significant raise.”
As he withdrew his cock from her ass she laid there. Her orgasms had come many times and none had been with him in mind. It was only when he pulled the tape from her thighs and pulled the still pulsating vibe from her cunt that she was swept back into the reality of the moment. “May I clean myself up, Sir” she said, knowing that she was feeding into his fantasy.
“Of course, take your clothing and use the washroom, but then come back here”. He cut the tape from her wrist allowing her to stand. Her body ached and her legs were weak, but she managed to walk. She gathered her clothing from the floor and chair and then her purse from her desk and went to the women’s restroom. She turned in front of the mirror to examine her backside and found that he had indeed made her ass purple from the beating. She sobbed as she sat on the toilet and expelled his cum from her ass and peed.
“That fucking bastard, will not get away with this” she thought as she washed her pussy and ass. The adhesive from the tape had burned her inner thigh and had caused blisters that were more painful than his whipping. Her eyes were red and puffy and the tears had hardened into a salty crust on her face, but that could be washed away the memory of this night could not. All she had wanted was a man who could and would satisfy her needs and desires; one who wanted the same things she had, instead her profile had created this monster. “Monsters need to be destroyed” she thought. She cleaned herself as best she could in a restroom and dressed. When she returned to his office, he was sitting behind his desk. All signs of the scene that had just taken place had been eliminated. The brown paper bag was on his desk.
“Ms. Marsh, I trust you understand the ramifications of reporting this incident to the police or the company. I will deny the incident ever occurred and since you probably have washed away my cum, have no evidence other than the marks I left and those could have been caused by anyone in your lifestyle. I have given you an excellent evaluation and you should see a pay increase within the month. Have you anything to say?”
She considered many responses in that fleeting second; she could lash out, scream, rant, but in the end what difference would it make. She knew his kind, closet freaks who were pathetic in life, fantasized in their own minds, pretended on line, but felt helpless in the real world. It was obvious that he had snapped and taken his fantasy too far; she didn’t fear for herself, but believed if not stopped that he would stalk others (even more vulnerable) on this and other sites. Her mind raced in the moment before her response. “You were unbelievable Sir and had I known about your interest would have encouraged you. I’m afraid the drugs only confused me in the beginning, but you gave me what I needed. Sir if it isn’t asking too much, I would like to meet you again, but not here. There’s a sleazy hotel down by the tracks and I have often fantasized about being treated like a common whore in a place like that. Would you do that to me? I mean I will need some time to heal from this first, but maybe in a couple of weeks, please? She could barely get the lie out without vomiting, but did.
The manager smiled, “You are a common whore and I would love to beat you again. Would two weeks be enough time?”
“Yes I believe so, I will get the room and set it up; I would like it if you brought that toy though, it was very hard on my whorish cunt and there is one more thing. I may have difficulty sitting for a while and was wondering if I could take those two weeks off; you may tell the people I work with that I fell ill.”
“You may take the two weeks and I will even arrange for you to get paid; we will call it an advance on your vacation. I want you to call me every day though and tell me how bad you are and how badly you should be treated; will you do that”
“Oh yes Sir, and I will imagine all the cruel things you will do. I will tell you the room and when we are to meet; please don’t forget the vibrator. I must go now and tend to the tape burns” She said good-bye and walked out of the office to the elevator and went down one floor and then ran to a restroom and vomited. The idea of the whole ordeal and lie she had just told had become too much. It was as if she was throwing up the putrid, vile event and purging her body of it, but she could not yet purge her mind. She had gone to work that morning feeling despair, but returned home feeling rage and rage is a great motivator.
Over the next two weeks she tended her wounds, did some online shopping, placed a new profile up on the bondage site and arranged for their next encounter. She called him each night and told him stories, knowing he was masturbating and cumming in his own disgusting way. She told him that she would meet him on Saturday in room 22 at the sleazy hotel down by the tracks and he agreed.
The hotel was everything she said it was; dingy with a dirty couch and chair whose stuffing showed through tears in the fabric. There was the smell of cigarette smoke and urine in the air and it was so foul he had to hold his breath as he climbed the poorly lit stairs. Room 22 was at the end of the dark hall and the door was slightly ajar. When he entered it he found her sitting at a little table with a bottle of wine and a glass half full in her hand. “Oh thank you for this Sir, I have been so excited I needed something to calm me down. I have prepared the room; see the restraints on the bed posts, and there is more; do you want to see it all?” She was acting very hyper and he suggested that they have the wine before getting started so that they could both enjoy the experience. She poured him a glass and continued to sip hers while busying herself around the room. He watched her; she had worn a red silk blouse and a longer black skirt with a slit up the side that ran half way up her thigh. She had on black silk stockings with a seam up the back and in her strapped stilettos looked every part the whore. “May I hang up your coat sir?” she asked. The room was stuffy and he did feel overheated in the coat so gave it to her to hang. He poured another glass of wine as she prepared the bed.
It was as he finished the second glass that he began to feel the affects of the Rufinol, though in his confused state had no idea what was happening. He stood and the room spun. “Here Sir, let me help you to the bed” She guided him to the edge of the bed and sat him down, then removed his clothes. He was helpless as she began to put the black fishnet stockings on him attached to a large black lace garter belt. She rolled him onto his stomach and put his wrists in the restraints at the headboard. It took some effort, but she was able to position him on his knees and tied a strap over his calves to either side of the bed to keep him in that position. His ankles were then restrained and tied to either side of the bed so he could not move.
She stood and looked down at him. “You pathetic little bastard, did you really believe I enjoyed you? You make me ill. If you read my profile it said “I was a submissive” that doesn’t mean victim and I have limits. Even if I was a slave, you could never be my Master; you are an insignificant pig posing as a man. You want to know how it felt for me, I am going to show you. Oh and don’t think about pressing charges; I got the room in your name and paid cash. I also put up a new profile on that site that you can read later; the nickname is “Bad Boss”. I even put a copy of the picture you have on the company website on it so people will know it’s you. You know why you’re here? It seems you have been a bad boy or rather “bear”; that’s a term used in the gay community for older male. Your profile identifies you as a bi submissive male who enjoys gang-bangs and strap-ons. I searched several websites and sent out invitations.” Just then there was a knock at the door.
When she returned, she told him that people were beginning to show up and she still needed to finish preparing the room and him. She opened her own paper bag and took out a roll of duct tape. She tore off a strip and wrapped it around his flaccid cock and balls and then taped them to his thigh. He felt the pain as his pubic hairs were pulled from his flesh, but couldn’t scream. She then got out several crops and canes and put them on the table. “Eventually the Ruffies will wear off and you will be able to scream; I can’t have that so I am going to gag you and put a hood over your head so people don’t have to see the fear and anguish on your pathetic face.” She did exactly that, putting him in total darkness. She picked up the bag he had brought, removed the bottle of lube and placed it on the table. She poured out the remaining wine and put the bottle and glasses in the bag. “I am taking that vibrator with me; it was the only thing that got me through that night. Now I must be going, there is an impatient crowd gathering out side and oh I left a copy of a flier I made up for this event that list your profile, work e-mail address and home phone. I hope you have a good time Pig”
She took the brown paper bag and walked through the door; he heard it open and heard her say, “He’s all yours boys and he has been very, very bad” About three hours later the police were called to report suspicious activity in room 22. A lookout notified those still in line and allowed them to escape. The police found the manager on the bed, his purple ass still skyward. They removed the mask and gag only to find him delirious.
They removed the restraints as other officers arrived and searched the room. They saw the flier and after reading it read him his rights. “Sir you are being placed under arrest for solicitation. You have the right to remain silent……..” His wrists were once again restrained as he was led from the room. A news crew was down stairs as he was lead out with his head lowered.
When she returned to work on Monday the office was a buzz with the news of the arrest. One of the other girls approached her and asked how she was feeling. “Much better now” she replied. In some ways she had gotten what she wanted, control of her life and it would only be given to someone who deserved it.