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She stood 5’9 in her stockings, slim though not skinny with long brown hair and green eyes. She was quiet and generally slouched as she walked, for some reason she never could understand what men saw in her. She did not think much of her 34 DD chest, instead she tried to hide it, though mainly without success. Elly never said much at work, simply came in, did her job and left. The company where she worked was a big multi-national and Elly was a secretary for one of the presidents, in fact she was one of his many secretaries. James her boss was a tall man, well-built with a physique he maintained in his own personal gym at home. Tall with black hair and blue eyes, his was a face that attracted attention wherever he went. He never said anything to Elly beyond her work, he never stopped to enquire how she was, and Elly never offered any information. This went on for two years.
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Elly entered James’ office with the company’s turnover report. She knocked on his door before entering and offered him the document. He waved her over to a table on the other side of the room and gestured for her to leave it there and get out. She headed for the table and proceeded to catch the heel of her shoe on the mat and tripped. She landed painfully on her hands and knees, the pages going everywhere. James did not even glance in her direction, she started to scrabble around for the paper unconciously providing James with an excellent view of her ass and legs which were normally well hidden under her skirt. She stumbled to her feet, blushing, mumbling her apologies and rushed for the door. She never looked back if she had she would have seen James’ contemplative face as he picked up the phone.
Elly unlocked her door and breathed a sigh of relief, work had been even worse today and she looked forward to a long shower and a good book. She undressed and hung up her extremely ugly suit in the wardrobe. The one part of her wardrobe that Elly took care of was her lingerie. She had a large variety of it and proceeded to buy more at any given opportunity, though no one would have credited it her with this hobby. She had on a deep scarlet basque with matching underwear and garterbelt. Her stockings were completely sheer and and had a sheen on them that made her legs seem even longer, but this view was never shown to anyone else, all anyone else ever saw were the ugly suits. She stripped off her underwear as well and padded naked to the bathroom. As she stood under the hot shower she wondered would there be any reprecusions for the clumsiness at work that day. She stepped out out of the shower and slowly dried off, enjoying the sensual feel of the soft towel between her legs. She could feel the warm flush start deep within and her breath started to shorten. Then just as she could feel orgasm start to rise deep within her she stopped the gentle motions between her legs. She enjoyed doing this to herself, the tempting and then the denial of pleasure, it turned her own even more. She quickly threw on some shorts and a t-shirt she could hardly wait to continue on in bed.
She strolled out into her bedroom and from behind the bathroom door stepped a man, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. Elly started to struggle and even managed to break free of the hand and make a run for the door, she uttered one short scream before she was wrestled to the floor and and the breath knocked out of her. Then in quick efficiency he started, he pulled out a roll of duct tape from his pocket, he glanced around him and noted the open wardrobe. He quickly pulled a strip of tape off the roll and stuck firmly over Elly’s mouth. He then fliped her on to her front as if she was as light as a feather. With lightning efficiency he had a pair of cuffs on her wrists, she flailed her legs trying to kick out at him. This did absolutely nothing to improve her situation instead all it did was earn her a sharp slap on the ass. The cuffs were followed by a rope tied below her breasts and another around her waist, these anchored her wrists to her back. He then pulled her to her feet and walked her over to the wardrobe, not saying a single word. He forced her to sit into the wardrobe and reached up to a shelf and pulled down a handfull of underwear. For the first time he looked at her, his brown eyes finding her green ones, “You didn’t think I was going to gag you like that, did you?” He smiled grimly at Elly’s face. He pulled off the tape and before Elly could even draw breath had rammed the underwear into her mouth, he kept packing more and more into her mouth until her cheeks were bulging. He then tore off three strips off of duct tape and smoothed down the first one over her lips, the second just above that and the third down onto her chin. Elly could now do no more than moan, her jaws felt welded togther and her legs had gone numb from him sitting on them to put in the gag. Quickly and efficiently the man turned around and crossed Elly’s ankles all the while sitting on her calves thus preventing any movement at all. He started to wrap the tape around them so much Elly thought he must have used the whole roll. “Hold on one moment” he said and suddenly smiled at what he had just said. He strolled into the bathroom and came out again with the belt of her dressing-gown. He tied one end of this around her neck, not so tight that breathing would be a problem but snug enough for her to know that there was no getting it off until someone came and cut it off. The other end he reached up and tied over the rail in the wardrobe.
Elly was now well and truly stuck and terrified. He leaned in and struck her across the chest the blow landing firmly and painfully across her right nipple. She mumphed, and jumped, nearly strangling herself on the rope around her neck. “Sorry, I just had to make sure about your noise levels” said the man smiling. He then reached down and started to stroke the outside of her shorts, Elly squirmed and tried to move away but only succeeded in making the ‘leash’ more uncomfortable. He moved his hand inside the shorts and started to stroke her pussy, Elly could feel the familiar wetness and was embarassed that her body could still react like this even such a situation. Before she knew it the familiar sensations started to take over and she began to try to arch her body to put her pussy in a better position for him. Suddenly she felt a finger inserted into her and start caressing the walls of her pussy. She gasped into her gag as she felt the first waves of the orgasm hit her, her body tensed and then went limp, but his fingers never stopped and then suddenly the second wave was upon her like a tornedo. She snorted through her gag, eyes wide, surprised at what had happened. “Okay, well we’re done here, he should be here in awhile, but with him you never know, it’s been a pleasure.” He grabbed a scarf from a shelf and before she knew what had happened she was in the dark, then once again she heard the duct tape being unrolled. He wound it round and round her head making the blindfold secure. Then he closed the wardrobe door, locked it and the next thing Elly heard was the front door close.
Elly was left in a sea of emotions not knowing what or who was coming next. She did not know why this had happened to her and could not guess who was coming to her apartment. She did not have many friends and those she did have would never have pulled a prank on her like this, let alone have touched her like that man had done.
James imagined what it would be like all day as he worked. It would be a tremendous shock for his secretary, she was nothing like his normal type of woman, but when he saw her on her knees in his office he knew that he had to have her. She would never even see it coming. He spent the next few hours contemplating what he would do to her, break her first, then perhaps a tattoo and did he need another slave? Life just had too many good choices for James today.
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