In Sexual Slavery to my Secretary

WITHIN SEXUAL SLAVERY TO MY SECRETARY

Gloria Atherton wasn't sure just what to make of the resignation of Thomas Stevens. He'd been in the position for almost five years, and during that time she'd worked very efficiently as his effective P.A. They'd made an excellent team, as she assisted him in his tasks to the very best of her considerable ability. She was very sorry to see him go, beginning to contemplate the future of having to work with another 'boss.' And she'd just found out, one that would be very different, this new manager was due to be female. Another woman then. That could present a slight problem.

For what nobody within company was aware of, in fact only Gloria and Thomas knew, was their relationship extended outside of the office. In a completely reverse manner and orientation to that within. There she was the faithful employee, a dedicated servant, obedient, loyal and totally helpful. In the office then, Thomas was very much the 'boss.' Outside though, the relationship between them was very different indeed. Much more to Gloria's liking.

However, although she was extremely sorry to see the back of Mr Stevens, Gloria began to view having a female boss as an opportunity, it would present a change from the normal that much was for sure. One that could be enjoyed, she mused. So when, on that Friday afternoon Thomas Stevens bid goodbye to the office and to her, excitement was beginning to flutter inside of Gloria's body. No, the fact that her new superior would be female did not mean the end of her 'extra-curriculum' activities, not at all. They'd just be slightly different, that's all. She was now looking forward to the next Monday morning, when she'd have the chance to assess her new companion. To plan just how to trap her into giving Gloria just what she sought outside of the workplace.

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I must admit that I was thoroughly excited as I reported to work on that first day on my new job. A position I'd worked damn hard to achieve, oh yes, I'd put in the hours alright. I was shown around the premises by the Managing Director himself, and having been given a tour, he finally took me to my own office. And to meet my new secretary, Miss Gloria Atherton.

She appeared to be about fifty years old, slim with what looked like a good figure. But even if it was, Miss Atherton made no attempt to display the fact. This almost appeared to be the ultimate case of dressing down, her clothes, unlike mine, were about as unsexy as it was possible for them to be, and she wore no make-up at all. But so what? She was here to do a job, and all of the reports I'd heard about her indicated that was something she was very good at.

"Good morning, Miss James." Gloria greeted me, holding out her hand in welcome.

I took her hand in mind and replied in a tone of genuine welcome. "Good morning to you too, Gloria. Please call me Emma."

To which reply I received a rather frosty look. "As this is a place of employment Miss James, I believe that it would be appropriate for us to address the other formally! Could you please refer to myself as 'Miss Atherton' from now on?" That was me told then!

Not wanting a fight on my very first day, I decided that discretion ought to conquer valour on this occasion. "I do apologise Miss Atherton. I certainly meant no offence."

"As you've issued a genuine apology, none has been taken." Well, that set the tone!

However, by the end of that first day it was abundantly clear to me that those reports I'd heard about the sheer competency of Gloria Atherton were completely correct. After all, we were both here to work, not become friends. And if I had been taken aback a little, by her formal approach, as indeed I had, it wasn't long at all before I soon appreciated her efforts. And her help in allowing me to settle in so quickly and so well. If that was the way she wanted things to be, I resolved, I'd do my best to accommodate her.

What I didn't know was that Gloria, or should that be Miss Atherton, was quietly assessing me, probing for any weakness that she could exploit in order to commence a relationship out of the office between us. One where I would be 'dancing to her tune!'

And after a couple of months, she was gifted her opportunity. A conference that the company was invited to, one where I was due to make a presentation. And one that required both Gloria and I to be away from our normal home for a couple of days. Requiring both of us to be staying in an unfamiliar hotel for two nights.

Again, Gloria made no attempt to enact her plans until the main task of my presentation had been completed, as normal she proved to be fully supportive, a great help in ensuring that my efforts had the maximum positive effect upon my audience, as my skills were at their finest, and the presentation itself proved to be a great success. No, it was whilst the pair of us were enjoying a celebratory drink afterwards that she made her move.

For, completely trusting her, and why wouldn't I at this precise moment, I left her alone with my drink as I went to the Ladies. Allowing Gloria a perfect opportunity to place a knockout drug into my large red wine, one that was almost tasteless. Meaning that when I returned, I drunk up without any indication at all as to just what she'd just done.

My first clue that things weren't quite as they should be occurred in the lift back to our respective rooms, when all of a sudden, my mind started to cloud and my legs began to feel like jelly. Accompanied by the 'concerned' Gloria, I barely made it to my hotel room door, passing through with her almost holding me upright, I staggered to the bed and collapsed upon it. Becoming reduced into the state of total unconsciousness almost immediately.

Now, when about thirty minutes later I came to, this was the moment when Gloria took control of my life outside the office. As my head shook, I knew that something wasn't right, but it took a few seconds for my head to clear and the full extent of my predicament to become clear to me. What had the devious Gloria done to me?

As I tried to move, I found that I couldn't, I was lying on the bed in a spread-eagled form, discovering that my wrists and ankles had been securely tied to the four outer bed posts. And I do mean securely, whoever had tied me up knew their knots. It now occurred to me that I was almost naked, except for my suspender belt and sheer nylon stockings, all of my clothing had been removed. As I began to think of calling out, Gloria emerged into my line of sight. Still dressed frumpily, but with the smile of a sexual predator upon her face.

"Welcome back into the land of the living, Emma. Well, we're not in the office now, are we?"

"I guess not Gloria."

"Sorry Darling, but that's Mistress Gloria now. Outside of work of course, there you will still address me as Miss Atherton, naturally. Now, I guess that you wish to know precisely why I've tied you to this bed. Um?"

"That would be nice, Mistress Gloria. I assume there is a reason for this?"

"Oh, there most certainly is. I can assure you of that. Do you realise just how sexy you are? You are utterly gorgeous, beautiful and full of sex appeal. Which I wish to tap into and use for my sexual gratification. As I will explain later to you. But now, down to business as it were!"

Gloria pulled a large ball gag out of her bag, black with the ball itself being red. "Now Emma dear, I can't have you crying out now, can I?" I looked on in pure terror as she fastened the gag around my head, helpless to prevent her. Soon she'd got it into position, and I was effectively silenced. "That's better!"

Gloria now took out her mobile 'phone, switched it to camera mode and began to take snaps of my body bound to this hotel bed. From all sorts of angles and using different levels of zoom. She must have taken over fifty shots before she ceased, holding her 'phone near to my face, so as she started to view her handiwork, I was fully able to see them too.

"Very good Emma. Like I say you've a gorgeous body, I going to very much enjoy using it. Now what is going to happen now, is I'm going to leave. Don't worry I'll untie one of your arms before I do, so you'll be able to release yourself from that bed. But it will give me plenty of time to be well gone from here before you'll be in any position to follow. You see, I'll be taking your 'phone and laptop with me, you'll be getting them back tomorrow morning when we will both report to work, as completely normal. With me so far?" All I could do was nod, still wondering just what my 'dutiful' secretary wanted from me.

Once Gloria had removed my electrical items from my bag, and placed them inside of hers, as promised she did indeed release one of my arms from bondage. And left.

Knowing I'd never be able to release myself and dress in order to catch up with her, I just lay there for several minutes. Trying to take in just what had happened here. What had Gloria meant about using my body, she was correct by the way I am very sexy, for her gratification? Just what did she want from me? I guessed I'd find out on the 'morrow?

Eventually I freed my other arm, and then discovered it is actually quite difficult to release oneself from a bed with one's spread-out legs tied to it, even if your arms are free. Finally, I was able to do so, and once I'd released myself, I dressed, checked out then drove home. All the time wondering just what I'd got myself into with Gloria.

As she had directed, I did report for work as normal on the next morning, as did she. With my 'phone and computer in her hands, as promised. "I believe that these are yours, Miss James?"

"Yes, Miss Atherton, you know full well they are? What have you done to them?"

"Oh, nothing to really worry about. However, I have rather set up those pictures of you enjoying the hotel bed on my own e-mail account. As with all of your contacts, both those who work here and your private ones from outside. If you dis-obey any of my instructions, then just one push from me will result in those snaps being sprayed out to all of your contacts. Do you wish for that?"

She knew that, of course, I didn't. I just shook my head, beaten as I was. But what was she after, what did she want from me? Gloria must have read my mind, because that is precisely what she began to explain. Or not, as at first, she outlined several things she would not require me to do. "Now then Miss James, nothing in this office will change in any way. You will still be the boss, and myself your dutiful secretary. We will continue to work together as if nothing has happened. Is that clear?" I just nodded my affirmative answer.

"Good. Now as to what I do require from you outside of this office, well do you have any plans this Friday evening?"

"Not at the moment Miss Atherton."

"You do now." She handed over a card, with an address printed out upon it. Having seen me read and take note of it, she continued. "You will report to that address, which is, as I'm sure you've guessed, my home. Where, to use an expression often employed by one of Agatha Christie's main characters, Hercule Poirot, 'all will be revealed.' Shall we say seven o'clock?"

"Yes Miss Atherton. I'll be there at seven."

"Good. Now, we have a day's work ahead of us, I'm sure your quite magnificent performance yesterday has generated plenty of interest." And, for the rest of that day we did continue as normal. And Gloria had been correct, the conference had produced lots of positive leads for the company. Which needed following up, of course.

Eventually it was time for the working day to cease, and home I went. Having showered and eaten something, I was fully nervous by now, I knew I had to report to Gloria's home to learn my fate. To be honest I'm a girl that normally dresses to show my sexuality, short skirts, tight tops and with my legs nearly always in suspended sheer nylon stockings. But not tonight, I'd dress down as she always does. A baggy top and loose tracksuit bottoms. With flat shoes.

Finding my destination on Google Maps and working out just how to get there, I actually arrived about ten minutes early. Realising that I was in quite a posh area of town, Gloria's house was fully detached and quite large. Which did surprise me somewhat, I mean her salary must be considerably lower than my own and all I could afford was a small two-bedroom semi. I pulled up and parked on her large driveway.

With some trepidation I approached her front door and was just about to knock when Gloria opened it. "Ah, Emma Darling. Please come in!" I did, but with a look of almost astonishment upon my face. For if I had dressed in a manner that was completely different from my normal manner, then so too had Gloria.

For her body was covered in a beautiful, very sexy, satin dressing gown that became removed almost as soon as I'd passed through her door, which she locked after me. Now all that her slim, lovely shaped and stunningly sexy body wore was a gorgeous bra, panty and suspender belt set. All manufactured in beautiful black satin. Naturally the suspenders of the belt held up some nylon stockings, which were clearly as sheer as the ones I wore. I stood there, rather open mouthed, here was this 'frumpy old maid' looking absolutely fantastic and very sexy!

"Surprised?"

"Yes Gloria, you look stunning. I had no idea!"

"Well, it is for your benefit! But you aren't quite so seductively adorned, are you? We need to correct that, before I explain the role in my life that you will now fulfil. STRIP!"

I fully obeyed, before Gloria grabbed hold of another suspender belt, which just happened to be lying about. Fancy that? "Fit this!" And when I complied, she held out some more stockings. "Now these!" Again, I obeyed, being careful not to ladder them as they were very sheer.

Once fitted another command rang out, in a voice that just dared me to disobey. "Stand still and put your arms behind your back. Time to make you mine!" With that Gloria grabbed the belt from her discarded dressed gown and proceeded to tie my arms securely together. Two things became clear to me almost immediately. One was that Gloria had played these games before, which meant my other discovery was that the bond she subjected me to was completely secure and inescapable. Meaning I was now hers, for as long as she wished me to be.

"Good. You are mine now. Follow me!" I did, and up the stairs into her main bedroom she led me. Where I could see her large king-sized bed, noticing several things about it. It had solid metal frames at either end, and each of the four corner bed posts had silk bondage ties wrapped around and securely tied. Ready to receive my limbs, I correctly deduced. And the sheet covering its surface was in the form of delicious black satin. This woman had style; I was swiftly learning.

"Yes Emma, take a good look. You will belong to her soon, but not just yet. I still have some explaining to do first. Kneel down on this, please." Indicating a, again black satin covered, pillow on the floor by the side of her bed. Once I was in position as it were, Gloria sat herself down on the side of the bed, facing me.

"Now Emma, I suspect that you're surprised by the size and style of my dwelling. Is that so?"

"Yes, Mistress Gloria." Remembering to address her as she wished.

"The fact is Darling, that both of parents were very rich. And they're passed away from this earth, leaving all of their worldly goods to me. So, you see, money is no longer a problem for me, I could give up working right now if I chose to. The only reason that I carry on, is so I can dominate you, as I did to your predecessor Thomas Stevens. I fully intend to have as much fun with you as I did with him."

She slightly moved position, then continued. "But I shall never make any demand upon you in a financial manner, I'll never take money from you. Or demand any promotion or pay rise at work, I've no need to. Do you believe me?"

"Yes, Mistress Gloria. I understand."

"I'm sure that you do. Let's face it, you're a highly intelligent girl, and I know you well enough now to know the truth of that statement! Now then, just as I've explained what I do not require from you to the question of what precisely I do wish you for. Simply one word. SEX!"

She stood up, still in front of me. "Starting now Darling, you will remove my panties. With your teeth!" Thankfully my captor had fed her suspenders underneath them, so I didn't have to disturb them at all. Making my task a little easier, but even so it was still quite difficult. Slowly, one side a bit at a time, they descended as I pulled them down. Eventually I got them clear of her mid-riff, and onto her legs when progress became a somewhat less of a trouble, especially as Gloria kept her legs together. Until the panties were down by her ankles, when she used her own pins to deftly 'flick' them away.

Gloria sat herself back down on the bed, meaning her pussy, completely shaved by the way, was virtually at the same level as my mouth. "Do you like my pussy Emma? It's on fire, ready for your mouth and tongue. Yes Darling, eat me out! Now!" Virtually shoving her organ into my mouth.

What choice did I have? So, I set about my task and with some vigour, by now I fully realised that I was the total sex slave of this woman, I was now completely in her hands and utterly at her 'beck and call.' And my efforts did seem to be producing some positive effect, Gloria began to moan as pleasure took hold of her. Suddenly her back arched, and froze, as she emitted a scream that I feared might bring down the ceiling, her body basking in the sheer delight of ecstasy! Which took her some time to calm down from.

"Emma Darling, that was sensational! I'm so glad that I've captured you! But, you haven't cum yet at all, and that doesn't seem quite right to me. Time to get you onto the bed!"

Gloria rose, stood behind me and released my arms from their present bondage. A temporary state of affairs as we both knew. "Now please Emma, if you wouldn't mind climbing aboard as it were, and then stretching yourself out?" I obeyed, with my body delighting in the feel of the satin sheet, moving all of my limbs out in a star like shape, resting my head upon the single, also black satin covered, pillow. As ordered by my Mistress.

Gloria was soon by my left hand; she grabbed the tie wrapped around the bed post there and began to loop my wrist. Securely, as she tied it off. But there was a fair amount of tie left, and Gloria used this to also immobilise my hand too. This bond would not be undone by that hand, it was utterly inescapable. Within a few seconds Gloria had walked around the bed, to capture my right arm and fasten it to her bed in the same manner. That was it now, although at this precise time my legs were free, my arms had been captured. I belonged to this bed and to its owner now. For as long as she wanted me to remain in its grip, myself now in the position where I had no say in the matter.

Before long, Gloria had also tied my legs to her furniture, my ankles held by the ties of her bed posts. Escape? I could hardly move; I was hers now. Totally, utterly and completely!

"What do you now belong to, Emma?"

"You Mistress Gloria."

"Well, yes, you are mine now, but I asked what, not who do you belong to?"

I knew where she was headed with this. "Your bed, Mistress Gloria."

"Good girl, my bed. You are hers as much as you are mine."

Gloria climbed on herself, her hand reached underneath that pillow and emerged carrying a satin blindfold. One of those expensive, proper ones, that allows no light in whatsoever and plunges its wearer into total darkness. As I soon discovered, once Gloria had placed it into its correct position, over my eyes.

Gloria's fingers began to probe my pussy, slowly and gently at first. "Before I really start on you, before I introduce you to a 'good friend' of mine, I'm going to allow the pleasure that you gave to me a few minutes ago." With that those fingers of hers found my clitty, beginning the process of stimulating it.