20: To the Links
When Lisa's alarm began it's cruel buzzing at 4am Lisa was
extremely tempted to turn it off, sleep in, and forget about her
whole career. But she knew she could not do that, so after a few
cycles of the snooze button she got out of the bed and made
herself a cup of coffee. The sun was not yet up at this hour,
but she had to prepare for her big day.
A long, warm shower helped only a little to shake her from her
sleepiness. She simply had not gotten enough sleep.
After the shower, wearing her long bathrobe and sipping coffee
from a white mug, she laid out her clothes for the day. They were
chosen, this time, by Jim, and she realized that she had not yet
even tried them on. "I hope they fit" she said to herself. She
lay the green and white golf shirt and the white pleated skirt on
the bed and searched for some suitable underwear.
She began with a simple pair of cotton panties and a matching
bra. Then she pulled the green and white golf shirt. It was
actually a little tight over her breasts, and the slightly rough
cotton material hugged them tightly. However, it was the right
length and fit well in the arms. Then she pulled on the skirt.
It fit very well at the waste and came to just above her knees.
The pleats gave it a nice A-shape and a nice swirl when she moved.
"Downright prudish compared to the other skirts in my closet," she
said aloud again. She picked out some white socks and athletic
shoes, and made her way to the subway.
It was now 5:05 and she was running late. It seemed unlikely that
she would reach her office by 5:30, when she promised to meet with
Cheryl, but at least she was in a pair of running shoes so she
could rush into and out of the subway train.
The subway itself was almost empty at that hour. Hardly anyone
was awake at that hour to see Lisa running from the train, her
skirt swishing as she jogged to her office.
It was 5:48am when she rushed directly to Cheryl's cubicle.
Cheryl was at her desk sipping a cup of coffee. She gave Lisa a
stern look when Lisa arrived at her door, panting. "About time,"
she said. "You're late! We don't have much time. Come with me
to the ladies room."
Lisa followed Cheryl to the bathroom, wondering and worrying.
What is she going to make me do? she thought. She noticed Cheryl
carrying a brown paper bag. What's in there?
Once in the privacy of the bathroom, Cheryl reached into her
paper bag and first pulled out a blindfold. "Put this on. This
will be more fun with a little bit of surprise. Hurry." Lisa did
so and found that the darkness greatly increased her worry and her
arousal. She felt herself beginning to moisten.
She heard the rustle of the paper bag, but nothing happened
for a few minutes. She could hear Cheryl doing something, but she
could not figure out what it was. Suddenly she felt Cheryl's
hands reaching under her skirt and pulling down her panties.
"Can I please keep the panties today, Cheryl," Lisa pleaded.
Cheryl laughed and she lifted Lisa's feet one by one to remove the
cotton garment. Lisa felt vulnerable. She had to meet the
directors of her company today. Her career depended on today.
She always imagined that on a day like this she would at least be
wearing underwear.
Suddenly, Lisa felt a cold, slimy, firm object beginning to enter
her asshole! "Oh my god!" she shrieked.
"Quiet!" said Cheryl, as the large but slippery object slid
further into Lisa's ass. "I'm sorry I don't have time to do this
less brutishly, but you were late." She felt the object inserted
inside her and it seemed to get wider and wider. Lisa worried
that the pain would get worse and let out a yelp. Cheryl
continued to push it in firmly, and Lisa eventually relaxed and
let it in. Lisa worried as it got wider still, seeming to fill
her from behind, and then suddenly it stopped and stayed there!
She expected it to fall out, or keep going in, but it did neither.
"We're not done," said Cheryl. Lisa felt the urge to push the
object in her ass out, and she even tried doing so with her
sphincter, but it persisted. Then, she felt Cheryl's hands on her
pussy. "Nice and wet," said Cheryl. "I knew you'd like this."
Lisa could feel Cheryl rubbing some slippery fluid on her slit and
a little on her clit, and indeed it felt extremely erotic. But
just as Lisa felt an orgasm starting to build, Cheryl stopped for
a moment. Then, Lisa felt something hard and round at her slit.
Cheryl was pushing it in.
This time Lisa said nothing, expecting another large dildo-like
object, but a moment later she felt the object slide in
completely. It must have been small, about the size of a golf
ball, although it felt much, much larger. "Is that my golf ball
today?" she asked, dying to know what Cheryl was doing. Her
blindfold left her completely sightless.
"No," said Cheryl, "this one will stay hidden. I'm sure Jim will
provide other balls for you to play with. You are not to take
this one out for any reason today." Lisa could feel the little
ball inside her. She also felt a small piece of stiff string
against her inner thigh. That must be for getting it out, later,
she thought. Then she felt Cheryl's hands on her ankle, lifting
one foot, and then the other. Then, the biggest surprise of all!
Cheryl was pulling Lisa's cotton panties back up her legs! Cheryl
pulled them all the way up and adjusted them neatly. She then let
Lisa's skirt fall back down.
"Thank you," said Lisa, genuinely grateful for the protection of
her underwear.
"We're not done yet," said Cheryl, as she started to pull Lisa's
shirt off. Lisa helped get the tight golf shirt off. She felt
Cheryl starting to unhook her bra. "Since you asked for your
panties so nicely, I thought I'd let you keep them. But I'm
taking this horrible bra." Her breasts bare, Lisa then felt
Cheryl rubbing and pinching her nipples. They became stiff. She
then felt Cheryl pull the nipples out and wrap something tight
around them. Lisa guessed they must have been little rubber
bands. Then Cheryl put the tight golf shirt back on Lisa, without
the bra. The rough material again rubbed against Lisa's breasts,
and this time with no bra the feeling on her erect nipples was
electric.
"It's 6:04, Lisa. You're late. You'd better go find Jim," Cheryl
said as she took off the blindfold.
Lisa took a quick look at herself in the mirror. She looked like
she had in the morning. Her knee-length skirt hid her thighs and
her golf shirt looked quite appropriate for a country club,
although she could easily see her nipples poking through the
shirt. Obvious though they were, she hoped they would be
sufficiently subtle in front of the directors---heck, she thought,
they might even help me get the job.
But as she turned to walk out of the bathroom, she almost fainted
from the sensations. The object in her ass felt like a baseball
bat, and it seemed to move around inside her as she walked. The
object in her pussy also moved against her inner walls as she
walked, making her feel full and calling constant attention to her
crotch. But also the motion of her arms rubbed her tight, rough
shirt against her nipples, which were constantly pinched by the
rubber bands leaving them extremely sensitive. Even as she walked
the 8 feet from the mirror to the bathroom door, she was extremely
conscious of her ass, her pussy, and her breasts, and felt almost
as if the sensations could lead her to orgasm.
When she got out of the bathroom, she realized she was not
receiving these sensations in the privacy of her bedroom, or even
the ladies room. She was now in her office, and some of the early
birds were starting to arrive. Cheryl whispered in her ear just
before she left, "Keep everything how it is until you get back
from your trip. No touching any of your clothes. Now hurry.
Have a good time!"
Lisa walked quickly to Jim's office, feeling the plug in her ass
and the egg in her pussy wiggle and torment her. Jim was there,
waiting, wearing khaki pants, a navy blue golf shirt, and a white
baseball cap. "There you are!" he said. "Are you ready to go?"
"I'm ready!" Lisa said, and she followed Jim to the underground
garage for his car, feeling her insides sensually poked as she
walked.
The ride to the golf club took about forty minutes, during which
time Jim and Lisa mainly spoke about work. Lisa did her best to
concentrate on the conversation, but the giant plug in her ass and
the constant irritation of her nipples distracted her, and to make
things worse she was still feeling sleepy.
As Jim pulls into the club, he changes the topic of the
conversation.
"Today we'll be golfing with Bill Masters and Tony Parkins. Bill,
Tony, and I have been friends for a long time. They will have a
lot of clout to help me get you that promotion. After I introduce
you, call them Bill and Tony. If you call them Mr. Masters or Mr.
Parkins you will seem undeserving. And be sure you only call me
Jim. No "sir" today. Is that clear?"
So, Lisa thinks, he wants me to think of myself as an equal. She
chuckles for a moment, thinking of her skirt, her promise to obey,
and today's "preparation." She is anything but an equal today!
But she sees Jim trying to help, and knows she must take his
advice. "Okay, Jim" Lisa says.
They park and Jim takes his golf clubs from the trunk. "So, you
said you don't know how to golf? Do you have any experience?"
Lisa swallows nervously. She had blocked from her thoughts the
fact that actual golfing would take place. "I've never touched a
golf club," she says.
"Well," says Jim, "it doesn't matter. Just follow us around.
We'll teach you a thing or two whenever we're far enough ahead.
But it's probably not worth renting your own set of clubs . . ."
Lisa begins to relax knowing that she wouldn't be expected to
compete. But then Jim begins to quickly walk from the parking lot
to the clubhouse, and Lisa keeps pace. Every step moves her
butt-plug around and causes her pleated skirt to swish around her
bare legs. By the time they come in sight of the start of the
course, Lisa is feeling very distracted and very aroused. She
isn't sure she will be able to last the whole day!
As they approach the course, Lisa sees two men waiting with their
clubs in a golf cart. They spot Jim and wave. "There they are,"
says Jim. He then reminds her: "It's important that you make a
good impression." At that moment, Lisa suddenly feels a sensation
in her pussy unlike any she has felt before. "What the?" she says
out loud. She nearly collapses. The sensation is pleasurable,
but intensely so. After a moment she realizes that the object
Cheryl inserted in her that morning has started vibrating!
"Is something wrong?" asks Jim, looking surprised.
Lisa glares at him. "Why are you doing this to me?" asks Lisa.
"Excuse me?" Jim and Lisa stop walking for a moment. "I'm
introducing you to Bill and Tony because I want you to get the
promotion. You're the best we've had in our department since I
arrived, and even though you're young you're the most qualified.
It's that simple. Now please don't be nervous and just - "
"No, not that," says Lisa, the pleasure beginning to overtake her.
She worries that she is beginning to sweat noticeably. She
worries that she will soon orgasm. "The other thing."
"What other thing?"
"You know, the other thing!"
"Lisa," says Jim, "I really don't know what you're talking about."
Lisa looks for a smirk or a knowing glance from Jim, but she sees
only confusion. Maybe he doesn't know what's happening under
here, thinks Lisa. She quickly looks around, wondering if Cheryl
is hiding in a bush somewhere with a remote control. But she sees
nothing suspicious. Lisa decides she must play it cool, and
despite the giant plug in her ass, the vibrating egg in her pussy,
and her extremely erect nipples rubbing against her rough shirt,
she wipes the sweat from her forehead and resolves to make the
most professional impression she can.
"Never mind," says Lisa. "It's nothing. I'm ready to meet Bill
and Tony."
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February 26, 2005 Dear Readers,
As many of you know, it is now nearly March, and this latest
addition follows a silence from me that has lasted since October.
I fear that another silence will follow, which will likely last
just as long. Alas, there are pressing urgencies in my "real"
life that have taken precedence over this writing.
But I assure you that I continue my intent to not only continue
this story, but also to answer every email that you send me, even
if it takes many years. And indeed, I only have rushed out this
addition to attempt to favorably address the many email requests I
have recently received. I also have recently had an excellent
idea for a new story that I am very excited about writing, but I
must wait for a time to give it a proper treatment. Add this to
the 4 or 5 other ideas that have only barely begun to become
stories, and many years of writing will result.
So please be assured that I have not vanished, that I will still
answer your email, and that someday this and other stories will
continue.
If you would like to be informed when this distant day comes,
please let send me an email with a request, and I will add you to
an email list for that purpose. I promise not to share, sell, or
otherwise abuse that email address.
I apologize for this lag in writing, but you get what you pay for
in this life.
I thank you for your interest.
C. Maxwell flapaddict@yahoo.com
P.S. Still to come:
Ch. 21: Links, in which Lisa receives a few lessons from Bill and
Tony, which she later discusses with her therapist. What
impression will she make?
Ch. 22: Party, in which Lisa buys a party dress with Cheryl and
becomes the guest of honor at a dinner party. Who is invited?
Here she catches a brief glimpse of a larger BDSM community.
Ch. 23: Promotion, in which Lisa goes shopping on her Sunday, and
finds a skirt she simply must wear on Monday. On Monday morning
we find out who gets the big promotion. Is it Lisa? Is it
Cheryl? Or is it someone else?
Ch. 24: Lunch with Yukie and the other secretaries. Where exactly
does Lisa belong?
Ch. 25: Lisa's second relapse. On Tuesday and Wednesday Lisa gets
pushed too far.
Ch. 26: Christie. A visit from an old friend reveals secrets from
Lisa's past.
And onward . . .
