TAKEN BY MY FEMALE BOSS.
The lasso? A regular feature of ‘Western’ movies, beloved by the sorts of John Wayne and the like. But in real life, does such an object exist, such as here, late in the office, the premises of the company for who I work? On that particular evening, I discovered that it most certainly did, wielded quite expertly too, as a loop of rope suddenly surrounded me as I sat on my chair, almost immediately becoming tightened, trapping me securely to said furniture, then my arms were suddenly grabbed from behind and my wrists expertly tied together. I had, most assuredly just been ‘taken.’ But, by whom, and what for?
A soft voice in one of my two eardrums soon answered one of those questions, the one of ‘why.’ “Sorry my dear, but I need sexual release, and I need it now! You’re coming back to mine, where I’ll be tying you to my bed and we can indulge in wild, passionate sex!” As these words were echoing around my cranium, her hands were busy pulling a blindfold over my head, covering my eyes and reducing my world to total and utter blackness.
But who was this, and why had I been selected for this particular ‘honour?’ Well, the last bit of this question is easy to find an answer to, apart from the lady in question I was the only other person present. It was very late on in the evening, we’d been working far beyond the normal end of the working day, in fact we’d continued past the point where the office cleaners had completed their duties and gone home for the night. And it had been successful, between us we’d finished all of the necessary tasks, and I suppose that explained the feelings of triumph that we were both experiencing. Until her need for sexual release had reared its ugly head .
And she wasn’t going to let the mere fact that I am a fellow female, that I’m a woman too, get in the way, that much was very clear, as it soon became crystal clear that her bond securing my wrists together was perfectly sound, allowing me no prospect of escape at all, whilst not being too tight, or any threat to my blood circulation at all. Blinded and bound, I was her prisoner now, subject to just what she wanted from me.
For this was my boss, although it can’t be denied that she’d well and truly exceeded the limits of her authority over me here, as I squirmed in her bondage, still some fight within me it seemed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Annette? Please, just release me and let me go home now, and this never happened, if you see what I mean.”
“Oh no, my Darling, like I say you’re now coming back to mine, where I’m going to ravish you to my pussy’s content. Don’t deny it now, we both know you want this as much as I do!”
Thing is, I had to admit there was some element of truth to her words, but I’d always tried to ignore it. At over fifteen years my senior, Ms Annette Fielding had always possessed a certain ‘presence’ within my brain, ever since I’d made her acquaintance when I’d first entered into employment for her company, she’d come to occupy a place of almost worship within my mind. Stunningly sexy, highly intelligent and extremely accomplished, there’s no doubt at all that I greatly admired her. And she’d always treated me with the utmost kindness and respect, forgiving my early mistakes, allowing me to learn from them, never being cruel towards me at all. I had responded, gladly putting in the required effort to succeed, in many ways I had become the model employee, tonight, for example, I had most willingly been prepared to work far beyond what the terms of my employment dictated that I had to, fully giving her my time freely to assist, without any complaining on my part? But surely, this was too far, she had definitely crossed a line here. Or had she?
The next thing I was aware of were Annette’s sensuous lips closing in upon mine, unleashing all sorts of emotions within my head, with most of these far from unpleasant, that’s for certain. And so, began a struggle within myself, had I somehow given Annette the wrong signals here, had she misread the situation suggesting that my obvious respect for her was in fact something stronger? Above all, did I want this?
Take that kiss that I was subjected to? I cannot claim that it was anything but the most sensual snog I’d ever experienced, releasing passions within that far exceeded any other that I’d ever tasted before, especially with any male, although it must be born in mind that I had only just turned twenty years of age, and was generally naïve when it came to sex. But, had I asked, inadvertently, for Annette’s attentions?
Whatever the answer to that question was, it was crystal clear that I was now going to receive them, whether I wanted to or not. With my arms bound together behind me, Annette released the rope tying me to that office chair, helping me to my feet, with that voice back in my ear. “Come my dear, my bed awaits!” And guiding my captured form, she led me out of the office, and into the building’s underground car park, where her carriage was waiting for us.
There was still a semblance of resistance to her advances left, however. “Please, Annette, please just let me go,” as she rather roughly placed my body into the passenger seat of her car, buckling me in position with the seatbelt. “Please, can’t you just let me go home now?”
“No chance for that, young Kymberly, you are mine, I want sex and so now I’m going to get sex! With you providing it for me, and I don’t doubt that you want it as much as I do! I’ve seen the way you look at me,” true enough, “so I’m just making your own mind up for you here!” And, to a large degree, she wasn’t wrong!
I still hadn’t given up though. “But Annette, just untie me…” I never got to finish what I’d intended to say, as a pair of satin panties, full of the smell of pure sexual arousal became shoved into my orifice, blocking off any potential speech, to be tied in place there preventing any ejection of them by me, by a sheer nylon stocking. “Just ssssh, will you. We’re going back to mine, whether you like it or not, where I’m going to ravish you within an inch of your life. So, just shut up and enjoy it!”
What else could I do now? I was now helpless, captured and securely within Annette’s hands, as she started up, left the premises and headed towards her home, and bed. To which it appeared I would be confined to. As my boss had stated whether I liked the prospect or not.
So, I just sat there, trying to make sense of the position I now found myself in, with a complete myriad of emotions running amok within me. There was sexual arousal, yes, Annette spoke nothing less than the truth when she had claimed that I found her inspiring, possibly to the degree of actually fancying her, if I could ignore the fact that she was, in fact, female. Perhaps if she’d asked politely, instead of this course of action that she’d chosen to follow, my response might well have pleasantly surprised her by being positive in nature, and we’d be undertaking this journey in a light-hearted degree of building anticipation, instead of the frosty animosity that existed right at that moment. Producing a certain amount of fear to be resident, my ‘companion’ had already well and truly overstepped the mark of what was acceptable behaviour here, to what lengths was she prepared to descend to in order to satisfy her perversions? Was I in real danger here, if I didn’t give her just what she was looking for, would she be prepared to hurt me, or even worse? Yes, it was definitely true that I was petrified during that short journey to whatever fate Annette Fielding had in mind for me now.
Trepidation that only increased when we arrived at her chosen destination, because having visited her home before, I knew her house was one of those that featured an integral garage within its design. So, once Annette had, remotely, opened her garage door and driven through, immediately closing the door again, which shut down with a ‘clang’ that seemed really significant, I realised that we were now completely shut off, out of sight to the outside world totally. The fly was now trapped within the spider’s web!
