Taming The Boss
He stood in the shadows watching as she drew the car to a stop. She was later today and he hoped it wouldn’t spoil his plans. He watched as he had for months getting to know her every move, her routine. She swung her legs round to get out of the car and he caught a tantalising glimpse of white thigh above her black stockings as her red skirt rode up. She got out and walked as she did every day to the front passenger door to retrieve her briefcase and handbag.
Today was the day that his dreams would come true. She was the boss of the firm that he worked for and he loved her with a passion that scared him. He was obsessed with her but of course she didn’t even know of his existence. He was just a security guard an employee who helped everything run smoothly, who kept her precious business safe at night.
She bent over and reached into the car her skirt tightening over her lovely ass. He felt himself stiffening as he watched her, he wanted that ass so bad to hold it, kiss it, bite it, spank it, and today he would have it. She would be his and he would tame that proud spirit of hers if it were the last thing he did. He wanted to tame her not break her, but he was determined she would crawl to him and beg for his favours. He moved swiftly, silently coming up behind her, he couldn’t resist patting her ass as he reached his arm around her pinning her to him. He felt her struggle and as she opened her mouth to scream he covered it and her nose with the chloroform soaked cloth. Pinning her legs with his he held her tight as her struggles lessened and she became limp in his arms.
Working quickly he dragged her to the rear door opened it and pushed her onto the seat. He tied her hands behind her back and tied her feet in case she came round too quickly, before he had got her to his house. He retrieved her keys from the floor where she had dropped them in the struggle, made sure there was no sign of her having been there and dropped into the driver’s seat. He knew the security cameras wouldn’t have picked it up because hadn’t he disabled that one himself before he left the security room. He drove her car out of the underground garage and took it to his house hiding it in the double garage beside his house. He pulled her from the car and carried her to his bedroom. She was a big woman but he was strong and found the burden no bother.
He laid her on the double bed he had adapted especially for the purpose, untied her hands and feet and carefully removed her clothes. Her skirt and top came off first revealing very sexy underwear. He smiled as he took in the black lacy bra, thong, suspender belt and stockings. This woman was such a contradiction, who would have thought that underneath her smart business clothes was such delightful lingerie. He considered leaving it on, but no, nice as it was she had to be naked. She had to know where she stood, to be totally vulnerable. He removed the wisps of material and tied her hands to the headboard one each side, then he spread her legs wide and tied them to the poles he had put at the bottom of the bed.
As she lay spread-eagled he sat beside her stroking her gently, her breasts, her stomach moving his hand lower to her more intimate parts.
Suddenly he felt her stiffen and knew she was coming round. She moaned softly and turned her head, she couldn’t see anything because she was still blindfolded. He watched as she tried to bring her hands down from above her head and the realisation dawn on her face that she was tied and helpless. He felt the power grow within him as he watched her struggles. He slowly stroked her breasts again and saw her flinch from his touch.
She tried to speak but the words came out as a croak. He reached across to get the glass of water he had left beside the bed and gently lifted her head.
“Drink this it will help” he said. She tried to turn her head away. “Don’t be silly it’s only water and will help your throat.” She nodded and drank thirstily. He took the glass away from her mouth, “that’s enough for now, better?” She nodded warily
“Who are you and what do you want? She asked in a croaky voice. “Ransom?”
“Oh no my dear nothing as crude as money, I want you, to possess you, to own you, mind body and soul, you will be mine or you will be nobody’s, its as simple as that.”
As her mind digested the information she started to laugh a bit hysterically, “In your dreams,” she replied “you obviously know who I am and people will be looking for me. What makes you think I would give myself to a miserable specimen like you?” He felt himself grow angry at her laughter and contempt but fought to control his anger.
“Oh my proud lady by the time I have finished with you, you will be crawling on your knees begging for my attention.”
He got up from the bed, reached over and put a pair of earphones on her. Music filled her ears and now she couldn’t see or hear. He took down a whip from the wall; leather handle and many plaited leather thongs and gently teased her body with it. He moved it so the tips of the thongs just brushed her body like feathers tickling her sensitive skin. She moaned softly, twisting trying to get away from the delicate touch, then without warning he raised his arm high and brought the whip cracking down on her breasts. She screamed and arched her back as the pain hit her, and he repeated the blow to her stomach. Again she screamed and strained against her bonds. Once again he brought the cruel thongs down this time across her thighs, once more she screamed and hot tears ran from beneath the blind fold.
He put the whip down and sitting beside her on the bed tenderly began to stroke and kiss and lick the areas where the whip had left its mark. She stiffened at his touch and then slowly began to relax, he caressed her gently and when she was fully relaxed pinched her left nipple between his fingers, as she yelped he clamped a wooden clothes peg to it and then did the same thing with the right one. She was moaning in pain now and he squeezed the pegs tighter on her nipples, he pulled the pegs upwards bring her tender nipples with them and then with great care clamped more pegs to her lovely breasts. She struggled against the ropes that bound her trying to get away from him and the pain that racked through her breasts. As she lay there her two breasts resembled two porcupines with their spines up.
He smiled as his fingers brushed the pegs causing then to bite into the delicate flesh harder; she moaned and squealed again. He left the pegs in place as he turned his attention to that most delicate of places. Licking and nibbling his way down her belly he reached her pussy, spreading the outer lips he reached down and began to suck her clit. Once again she arched her back this time as waves of pleasure coursed through her. The pain in her breasts seemed to be intensifying the pleasure that was running through her.
She wanted to resist but her body was betraying her, she writhed and moaned as he worked faster on her with his tongue and lips, then just as she was getting lost in the sensations he bit her on the inside of her thigh. Not a lovers bite but a viscious deep bite that brought blood to the tender flesh there. Once more she screamed in pain and then he was there licking the blood away and kissing the wound soothing it. Without her senses of sight and hearing all that was left was smell touch and taste and he was making sure that the sense of touch was intensified. Alternating between pain and pleasure everything intensified by anticipation, not knowing what was coming next.
He gazed at her as she lay there shaking and crying silently, tears oozing from beneath the blindfold. He wanted to gather her in his arms, kiss away the tears, but she still had lessons to learn. She had to learn who was Master, to come to him willingly to be his and his alone. Blue bruises were forming on her breasts where the biting jaws of the pegs clamped tender flesh. He began to remove them, kissing each place, soothing her as he did so, when he had removed all the pegs he took ice cubes and ran them over her breasts. She gasped as the ice hit her hot sore skin and he ran them down her stomach across her mound then gently pulling open those wonderful pussy lips he slipped them inside her. He held them inside her and taking another he rubbed it on her clit making it stand up like a little penis. She felt the ice, so cold it felt like it was burning and the melted water trickled from her hot throbbing pussy.
Once again he gently caressed her clit, and once again she strained against her bonds as spasms of ecstasy shot through her. Then taking her clit between his fingers he attached a small bulldog clip to it. Once again she arched her back but this time screaming with pain as the cruel jaws of the clip bit into her engorged sensitive clit. At the same time he took the handle of the whip and brought it down hard against her pussy. Again she screamed and struggled against the ropes that bound her. He continued with the cruel blows until she lay quivering with pain and her pussy was red and bruised.
He sat beside her as she sobbed.
He reached over and removed the headphones.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. She nodded, “that’s not good enough,” he said “I want to hear you beg me to stop.” She shook her head defiantly
“Well my proud lady you want me to stop you know what to do.” He picked up a studded paddle and brought it down hard on her swollen bruised pussy, then on the tender flesh of her inner thighs. She screamed and cried and struggled but he was relentless. Eventually she could take no more.
“Please stop” she whispered through the tears.
“Sorry I didn’t hear what you said,” he replied with a smile.
“Please I’m begging you to stop,” she said in a louder voice. He put the paddle down and removed the clip.
“Good girl” he said as he smoothed her sore swollen pussy. He bent his head and gently licked and kissed the tortured flesh.
“Is that better?” he asked softly. She nodded.
“I asked you a question,” he said
“Yes” she whispered.
“Good do you want more of this or the spanking?”
“This” she said.
“Then my dear you will ask for it won’t you? I am going to release you now and you will behave won’t you?”
“Yes” she whispered once more.
He untied her legs rubbing the ankles where the ropes had bitten in. He pushed her legs together and moved to the top of the bed. As he reached over to release her hands his cock brushed her mouth. She turned her head.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded. She shook her head.
“Open it or you get more punishment.” She opened her mouth and he pushed his swollen hard cock into her sweet moist mouth.
“Now my little slut suck it.” She started to suck slowly at first then becoming faster and harder, he moaned softly.
“Mmmmmmmm, ok stop now.” He removed his cock from her mouth, untied her wrists and rubbed them as he helped her to sit up. He removed the blindfold and she blinked hard screwing her eyes up against the bright light.
“Good girl” he said as he held and stroked her trembling body, “would you like another drink of water?”
She nodded, “Yes please.” He helped her to another drink and she drank thirstily. As she did so he noticed her voluptuous body was glistening with sweat. He bent his head and licked the sweat from her bruised breasts sucking gently on the nipples. Then moving to kneel behind her he massaged her neck and shoulders, gently licking and nibbling them, he felt her begin to relax.
“Do you like that?” he murmured.
She nodded “yes” she breathed.
“Then my dear you have two choices. You can crawl to me like a bitch in heat and beg me for my cock to fuck you or we start all over again, but this time we get into the serious stuff. Come here.”
He stood up and pulled her by the arm to a door that led to another room. He opened the door and walked inside. Stood in the doorway she gazed around the room in horror. It looked like some medieval torture chamber. There was what looked like a rack, a cage in one corner, chains and straps and pulleys set in the walls and ceiling. A wooden cross dominated the centre of the room and implements designed to inflict pain hung on the walls. In another corner was a table with straps and a high stool also with straps attached to it.
He walked to the cross stroking it lovingly and she seized her chance. Slamming the door shut she ran to the entrance door to the bedroom. As she reached it she heard a click as it locked in front of her. She beat on it with her fists crying tears of anger and frustration, as she sank in a heap on the floor. He strolled out of the torture room with a big smile on his face and a remote control device in his hand.
“So we haven’t given in yet then?” he said as he sat himself in a chair on the far side of the room and reached down and picked up a studded leather dog collar. “Now my little bitch you still have two choices but they have changed.” You can crawl over here on your hands and knees and beg me to put this collar on you, or you go into that room and believe me you will really know what pain is all about.
She looked at him wearily, she felt she had no choice, she really couldn’t face that room. She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to where he was sitting smiling at her. She stopped in front of him.
“Now kneel up,” he said. She knelt up settling back on her heels.
“No not like that, in the proper position.” She looked at him not knowing what he meant.
“Knees apart, heels together, hands by side palms up, head bowed eyes down. Can you do that my little slut?”
“I’m not your slut,” she growled as she assumed the position. He looked at her steadily and without warning slapped her cheek. She gasped and put her hand to her burning cheek.
“Hands down by your side,” he said. She dropped her hands and knelt in front of him in the submissive pose he demanded.
He took her face in his hands and raised her head, kissing the flaming patch on her cheek. He gently stroked her hair, while his other hand smoothed her breasts.
She felt a strange feeling come over her, as if she wanted him to do this, to be gentle with her, to comfort her, she wanted to please him.
“Now my love you have something you wanted to say to me?” he asked as he sensed the change in her mood.
“Put the collar on me.” She said softly.
“Oh no my love that’s not the way you ask your master something. You beg him to honour you with the collar, and you tell him what you will do and how you will behave if he does. Understand?” She nodded.
“Master I beg you to honour me by placing your collar around my neck.” She stopped,
“And” He asked
“And I will obey you, submit to you, do whatever you want me to.”
“Good girl” he replied as he fastened the collar around her neck sealing it with a padlock. “Now go and get a pillow off of the bed.” She started to get up;
“On your knees girl, you don’t stand up unless I tell you to.” She crawled over to the bed and picked up a pillow, then turned and crawled back.
“Put the pillow here beside me and you may sir on it.” She did as she was told and sat on the pillow. He pulled her to lean against him and fastened a leash to the collar. He then tied the other end to the arm of the chair. As she leaned against him he played with her hair still stroking and soothing her as her body shook occasionally. She enjoyed his touch, not wanting it to stop, trying to clear her mind and wondering why she felt like this. He was her captor yet she felt she wanted to do nothing more than please him.
If only he would keep doing what he was doing now. He stroked her cheek and she nuzzled her head against his hand, he smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“Are you hungry my dear?”
“Yes very,” she replied.
“Well you wait here and I will get us something to eat.” He got up from the chair and left the room carefully locking the door behind him. She felt bereft without his touch on her and settled back to wait for him. Her body throbbed and ached from its rough treatment and she wanted nothing more than to sink into a hot bath. Perhaps when he came back and they had enjoyed a meal together he would allow it. She smiled to herself perhaps he would even join her.
She heard the click as the door unlocked and he returned carrying a tray with a plate and a large chrome bowl. He placed the bowl in front of her,
“Tonight I have allowed you the same food as I have but in future what you eat depends upon your behaviour.”
She looked at the food in the bowl and looked at him.
“Am I supposed to eat out of that?” she asked.
“Of course my dear what else would a little bitch eat from?” She pushed the bowl away. “I’m not eating out of that,” she said.
“Suit yourself” he said and carried on eating his meal. She was at a loss, didn’t know what to do, he was obviously going to let her go hungry, she pulled the bowl towards her and started to pick the food from it with her fingers. He knocked the bowl from her hands and it fell to the floor food spilling from it.
“You eat it from the bowl like a dog and now you clear up the mess on the floor as well.” He pulled her head down by the hair and rubbed her face in the food. “Now eat up what’s on the floor first,” he commanded. She did as he told her crouching down and licking up the food on the floor hungrily, not wanting to upset him again.
At the same time hot tears of shame, anger, and frustration coursed down her cheeks. She wondered how she had let him subjugate her like this. When she had finished she looked at him wondering if she dare take the bowl. He saw her looking, but decided to ignore her, wondering if she would ask or just take.
“Please may I have the bowl now?” she asked in a small voice. He smiled and stroked her hair. “Good girl of course you may,” he pushed it towards her and she ate the contents hurriedly.
When she had finished she sat back on her cushion waiting for him to say something.
“Would you like to use the bathroom?” He asked.
“Yes please” she whispered. He undid her leash from the chair and pulling it he took her to the bathroom. She crawled along after him and entered the bathroom. She waited for him to leave but he just leant against the door smiling.
“Come on bitch get on with it” he demanded. Once again she felt shame and humiliation as she crawled up to sit on the toilet. She did what she had to do feeling his eyes on her the whole time, but not looking at him because she felt so degraded. She finished her business and once more got on her hands and knees to crawl back to the bedroom. He led her back into the room and once more tied her to the chair.
“Now what am I going to do with you?” he asked her. I can’t let you go because you’ll have the cops here as soon as you get out.” She started to protest but he put a hand on her mouth.
“I didn’t tell you that you could speak did I?” She shook her head. “When I want you to speak I will tell you, understand?” She nodded once more. He slapped her cheek lightly.
“You will learn my pet, you will learn when to talk and when not to, you will learn to anticipate my wishes, from now on your life will revolve around me. I have decided to keep you here to serve me, to pleasure me whenever I want. If you are good and obedient you will be rewarded, but if you are naughty, disobedient, wilful I will punish you, and the degree of punishment will depend upon the misdemeanour and my mood. I can and will use the punishment room. Do you understand?” Once more she nodded not daring to speak.
“Now get on the bed kneeling on all fours legs apart and ass in the air. You ever been fucked in the ass my little bitch?” She shook her head looking at him fearfully. “Well you better get used to it because I like it and what I like I do.” He untied her lead from the chair and she rose gracefully to walk across to the bed. All of a sudden she felt a tug on her neck and she was pulled back onto his lap.
“Did I give you permission to walk?” He growled at her. She shook her head. He deftly turned her over in his lap and using the lead slapped her ass hard.
She cried and struggled but he held her firm, lashing her until she was red.
“Now get on the bed.” She hurried to obey him crawling to the bed on her hands and knees, climbing on it and kneeling as he had said. She was shaking slightly from fear and from the spanking she had just had. She knelt on the bed tensed up waiting for the violation that was to come, and sensed him walking across the room to her. She felt him feel her bottom, running his hands over her red throbbing cheeks. She blushed as he parted her cheeks and without warning pushed a finger inside her, making her whimper with the sharp pain she felt. As she knelt there she felt him move his finger about inside her then he withdrew it as quickly as he had inserted it then she felt something bigger and hard probing at the puckered rosebud.
She felt herself stretching and then with a plop he entered her. This time she screamed as he rammed his cock hard and deep into her. He gripped her hips and pounded in and out ruthlessly and painfully only desiring his own satisfaction. He would let the haughty bitch know what it was to be degraded and humiliated. All the anger at her washed over him as he fucked her hard until he felt his balls tighten and he spurted his juices into her. As he pumped he slapped her red cheeks, making them redder and making her cry and scream. Finally he slumped over her spent and emotionally drained.
She lay beneath him sobbing, her ass feeling like it was on fire. Slowly he came to his senses and getting off her he took her in his arms and held her tight, lying beside heron the bed. He smoothed her hair and her back as he whispered endearments to her trying to calm her. Although he would never admit it to her he regretted that action although it had seemed to release all the resentment of her that had built up over the months that he had worked for her. He had worshipped her but she hadn’t even noticed his existence. Well now she was his and no one would find her here. There was nothing to link him to her disappearance.
He looked at his watch soon be time for work. He went into the dungeon and came back with two lengths of chain with fetters on each end. One end of each he attached to the bed the others to her wrist and ankle.
“I’m going to work now and no doubt I will hear all about your disappearance. I will commiserate and help them search for you. You have room to move and even go to the bathroom. There is food and water in the bowls on the floor and if you are good I will bring you back a treat. Do you like chocolate?” She nodded “well I will have to see what I can do. I suggest you try and get some sleep.”
“When will you be back?” She asked
“Why are you going to miss me then?” She nodded. He smiled at her;
“Good girl I knew you would come round to my way of thinking. Well madam if you knew your workers you would know what time I finish work. Right I’m off, be good pet.” He carefully unlocked the door and left, she heard the click as it locked behind him. She sat on the bed wondering what to do next. She decided to see how far her chains would reach. She really would like a shower or bath so headed for the bathroom. The chains allowed her to reach the toilet but not the bath or shower. She screamed in anger and frustration. Now that he had gone she felt her mind begin to clear. She wondered why she had given in to him and his perverted ideas. She examined the fetters that bound her but there was no way she could free herself. She went to the door of the dungeon but that was locked so she couldn’t get anything from there to help her.
After examining all her options she decided to take his advice and get some sleep. She curled up on the bed trying to get as comfortable as possible. As she drifted off she thought she was dreaming. She could hear voices and banging on the door. Then she realised she wasn’t dreaming and there really was someone out there.
“Help me please.” She shouted, “I’m in here.”
“Stay away from the door” she heard a voice say.
“Okay I’m on the bed,” she answered. With that the door splintered and two men entered the room. One was a fireman, the other her business partner and part time lover. He rushed over to her and she hugged him tight.
“You ok love?” he asked her. She nodded;
“Just get me out of here,” she whispered “how did you find me?”
He grinned
“Knew that tracking device would come in useful, we didn’t realise until lunchtime you were missing and then used tracker and it led us here. We have been waiting for him to leave and everyone thinks we don’t know where you are. We will pick him up at work later.” He looked at her fetters and the locked collar around her neck. Then he looked at the fireman who nodded and disappeared.
“See if you can find my clothes will you? I feel a bit exposed like this.” He found her suit and blouse hung in the wardrobe and her lingerie in a drawer. However she couldn’t put them on until the chains had gone. The fireman came back with wire cutters, which he used to slice through the collar and the fetters on her wrist and ankle. She smiled her thanks and quickly began to dress.
“Come on love lets get you out of here and home.”
“No I want to go to the office first and see his face when he realises I’m free.” Just then his mobile phone rang and when he finished answering it he looked at her.
“That was the police they have just picked him up so he knows you are free. They said to take you home and they will talk to you there. They said all he would say was “she is my pet, my bitch, my slut.” Is that what he wanted?”
“Yes all he wanted was to own me totally mind body and soul. Do you know what the worst thing was? He nearly succeeded. Come on lets go home.” He held he tight as he led her out of the room.
