It took two months before I saw the other side of my secretary Miss Wolfe. We were in Tokyo on business. The ten-day trip would have worn out most people, but she never showed signs of tiring. Her command of Japanese proved an asset, and we plowed ahead with complicated negotiations, harrowing travel arrangements, and a multitude of other details that would have made most people’s head swim.
As always, my accommodations were the finest, but in truth, I was far too busy to notice. One evening, as I worked in my suite, I heard a light knock on the door. I hadn’t ordered room service, and asked impatiently,
“Who is it?”
“It’s me, Mr. Lamb,” I heard Miss Wolfe say.
“What is it?” I demanded, impatient by her breach of etiquette. I am no fool. No smart businessman lets the relationship with their assistant become too personal, even if the assistant is one of the most beautiful women in the city.
“I’m terribly sorry to bother you, sir,” she replied, her silky voice muffled by the thick door. “But there’s been a development on the Yokito negotiations, and I thought you should have an update.”
By now I was more than impatient. I was annoyed. I could not fathom why Miss Wolfe would take an elevator fifteen floors up to knock on my door when she could have simply picked up the telephone.
“Miss Wolfe,” I said as I cracked open the door to glare at her, “The last time I checked, they still had telephones in this facility, and I certainly do not appreciate your knocking on my door at this hour.”
She hugged her long coat tightly around her sleek body and looked down at the floor. “Some papers were dropped off for you to review,” she murmured. “I thought you’d want them right away. But if you prefer, I’ll go back to my room and call you on the telephone.” Her voice cracked on the last few words.
This was a side of her I’d never seen. Nothing upset Miss Wolfe — last-minute changes in deadlines, my rantings over schedule conflicts, working nights and weekends – nothing.
“There’s no need to get upset,” I muttered. “You’re here now. You might as well come in.” I opened the door wider and moved aside. Without a word, she picked up her leather briefcase and walked into my suite. As I turned to close the door, I heard a sharp hissing sound. Immediately, the room started to spin, and I whipped around just in time to see Miss Wolfe holding a small spray vial.
I woke up in an unfamiliar place and saw the hazy image of my soon-to-be unemployed assistant. But Miss Wolfe, with her endless supply of elegant business attire, was dressed for anything but business. In high leather boots, a short leather skirt, and a Wolfe leather top that left little to the imagination, she was obviously not the same Miss Wolfe who brought me coffee and muffins.
“What the hell.” I cursed, realizing for the first time I couldn’t move. Leather cuffs imprisoned both my wrists and ankles. My arms were chained high above my head and attached to hooks suspended from the ceiling. A short chain ran from each ankle cuff and attached to a sturdy metal hook imbedded in the floor. “Miss Wolfe,” I said quietly with steel in my voice. “I don’t know what you have in mind, but I assure you I am not interested.”
“Oh, really?” she retorted, staring pointedly at my pelvic region. “You could’ve fooled me.” Like a jungle feline stalking its chosen prey, she moved closer. She leaned close to me, and I caught a hint of intoxicating perfume. She reached down and ran an elegant finger over the bulge in my pants.
“Let me tell you something, Mr. Lamb,” she whispered in my ear, her silky voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do you think I showed up at your office by accident? Tell me, didn’t you find it a bit odd that good old Betty retired so suddenly? Oh, I heard about you alright, and let me tell you something right now. I’ve waited two long months for this, and I will not be denied. Tonight, you are going to serve me.”
Her words excited me in spite of myself, but I vowed she would never know “Miss Wolfe,” I retorted. “I assure you, you are quite mistaken. Now, I demand you release me this instant.”
“First of all,” she purred. “You will address me as Mistress Wolfe. And second of all, you’re in no position to make demands.” She began to circle me, her leather boots clicking against the hard floor of what looked like an old warehouse. I looked around and realized that the restraints imprisoning me were not the only ones at her disposal. My eyes fell on numerous tools of confinement, pain, and pleasure. My head was clearing at last, and I tested the strength of the chains binding me.
I heard a silky laugh behind me. “Yes, they are genuine.
You’re mine completely, and I believe it is time for your first lesson.” She ran her hand lightly across the back of my pants, lingering on my buttocks as she prowled around to the front of me. She looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “I’m going to make you beg for mercy.”
She reached out and unbuckled my belt. She tugged, freeing the long leather strip from the loops confining it. She held the belt in her hands for a moment. Then suddenly, she drew back and cracked it against the side of my thigh. Even through my pants, it stung.
This was too much. “You crazy bitch!” I yelled.
“Goddamn it, enough is enough. Let me go now!”
She smiled. “Strange, that didn’t sound like begging to me. But that’s easily remedied.” Calmly, she transferred my thick belt from her right hand to her left. With her right hand now free, she reached out to unfasten my pants. With a few quick tugs, my pants were around my ankles, my erection even more prominent through my boxers. With another series of tugs, my boxers also rested on my feet. My shirt and tie, she left untouched.
I heard the chains rattle as I tugged furiously against them. Miss Wolfe began to circle me again, my sturdy belt in her certain hands. Unexpectedly, I heard the sound of a crack and felt the first sting of the leather as it struck my bare backside. I flinched and yelled in response, tugging even harder against the chains securing me. Like lightning, the second crack came sooner than expected. “Stop it, dammit!” I yelled, making a vain attempt to twist around to face my tormentor.
She ignored my demands, and struck my bare ass with the sturdy belt yet another time. I struggled like a madman and heard her laugh quietly. I felt several more painful cracks against my backside, and then she paused.
I heard the click of her boots as she prowled closer. I felt a silky hand brush against my warm backside as if testing her handiwork. Soon, I felt two smooth arms encircle my waist and two expert hands reaching between my legs as she pressed her body close behind me.
The pain from the belt had made my erection less prominent, but as I felt two silky hands stroke my penis from head to shaft, it didn’t take long for me to grow rock hard again.
I considered making another bid for freedom, but her touch was enthralling, and I doubted my demands would do any good…
Originally posted 2010-06-08 15:28:31.
Sadistic Secretary
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