Description
by Freddie Clegg
Mr Lewis is an office manager with an eye for the ladies. In fact, he as so much of an eye for the ladies that many of the young women in his office consider his behaviour to be nothing short of harassment. He carries on regardless, until he makes the mistake of employing Jennifer who is not slow to start to show him the error of his ways. Mr Lewis’s particular preferences for Internet viewing soon provide Jennifer with the ammunition she needs for a little blackmail, and Mr Lewis finds himself at her mercy in more ways than one – and Jennifer is not inclined to be particularly merciful!
This first e-book by Freddie Clegg is not only a cautionary tale for men with an urge to harass the women at work, but may prove to be more than a little instructive for any woman being harassed. As the principal character, Mr Lewis, finds himself sliding further and further under Jennifer’s control, her own particular sexual tastes and those of some of the other women in the office begin to come to the surface, with unfortunate consequences for Mr Lewis.
Published: 10 / 2006
No. words: 31000
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Fem Dom – F/M 
A woman came into the room. She was smartly dressed, wearing a rather conservative business suit but with an elaborate feathered mask disguising her face. She said nothing as she looked at me lying helpless on the bed in front of her. I watched as she put her handbag down on the dressing table and took off her dark green jacket to reveal a matching waistcoat and a pale green silk shirt beneath. She hung the jacket neatly across the back of one of the chairs and followed it with the waistcoat. She turned around for a moment to face me, presenting a bizarre image with the feathered mask and her otherwise conventional outfit. She smiled beneath the mask.
She unzipped her skirt and took it off, placing it neatly on top of the jacket. She wriggled her slip down over her hips and added it to the clothes on the chair. She walked across the bed and stood beside me. She reached down and unfastened my gag. As she pulled it from my mouth she placed a finger on my lips to indicate that I should stay silent.
I worked my jaw for a moment, glad that the uncomfortable ball had been removed.
She ran her fingers up my arms to where the handcuffs fastened my wrists to the bed’s head rail. She squeezed each cuff in turn to close it more tightly, shaking her head in reproach as she did so at what she obviously considered was my slackness.
She climbed up onto the bed and knelt astride me, her back towards my face. She leaned forward. I felt her fingers run down across my belly towards my crotch and then felt her grip the tube imprisoning my penis. All I could see of her was the tail of her shirt and, beneath it, the dark triangle of a black thong visible through the tan tights she was wearing. She giggled as my caged cock stiffened in response and then slid her backside backwards until it was pressed against my face. She wriggled her hips pressing my nose into the crease between her buttocks. I coughed and spluttered, barely able to breathe as she pushed backwards against me. The more distressed that I became, the more aroused she became, pressing her buttocks against my face, as I tried to twist and turn to allow myself some air. She reached down between her thighs, squeezing and pinching at my nipples, causing me to buck and twist in response and bringing her even more amusement.
She eased forward and I gasped in a breath. My respite was to only last a moment. Concerned that I might struggle, the woman brought her heels together so that my head was clamped between her feet. She kept my head trapped as she pushed down her tights and thong so that now she could push her naked arse against my face. She eased herself back against me once more. My face was buried between her cheeks as she rubbed her backside up and down against it, become more aroused with each stroke.
She moved her legs so that they were stretched out in front of her, and in this position the heels of her shoes were drawn up my belly when she moved. As she pushed back against my face, I bucked in response to the painful scraping from the heels.
Eventually she climbed off, turned around and grabbing the back of my head she pushed my face against her crotch. The heavy scent of her arousal was full in my nose and I could still hardly breathe as she pushed her hips forward rhythmically until she came with a gasp of pleasure, crushing her crotch against my face. She paid no attention to me beyond what was needed to take her own pleasure and, having satisfied herself, climbed off. She pushed the gag back in place, this time pushing it in over the panties that still covered my face. In doing so I realised that the panties had become soaked with the juices of my assailant, and as she pushed the gag back she forced the taste of her into my mouth and her scent of her into my nose.
I was still struggling to free myself while she put her slip, skirt and jacket on. She took no notice. The only acknowledgement of my presence was when she had finished dressing and fixing her makeup at the bedroom’s dressing table. She opened her handbag and I watched in distress as she pulled out the nipple clamps and butt plug that had been missing from the box earlier. She gave a girlish giggle as she smeared some jelly on the plug, and then pushed it home. The sensation was extraordinary. It was the first time that anything had been pushed into my arse, and it was at the same time arousing and deeply disturbing. As I groaned half with discomfort and half with pleasure, she clipped a clamp to each of my nipples earning a gagged and muffled yelp of pain from me for each. I was wriggling in discomfort on the bed. As I twisted to avoid the discomfort of the clamps, the plug was pressed up inside me. If I tried to raise my buttocks to reduce the pressure on the plug, the pain of the nipple clamps seemed to increase. I could find no way to make myself comfortable.
The woman stood watching me for a moment, evidently amused by my struggles. She went back to her handbag and took out an envelope, checked the banknotes that were inside it, sealed the envelope and left it on the table at the side of the bed. She blew me a kiss from beneath her mask, pressed a key into my hand and left.
In our entire encounter she had not spoken a single word.
