My Boss, My Slave
by "Des Mios"
Part 1: Beginnings
As bosses go, John isn't a bad guy. He's an investment consultant in the
sharebroking firm I work for. I'm merely a member of the secretarial pool with
five other girls, but as it happens he gives most of his work to me and we have
always got along very well indeed. So much so, in fact, that I know the other
girls suspect that John and I are lovers.
Which is not true! Not strictly, anyway. More precisely, it's not the whole
truth - the whole truth would give the girls a fit if they knew. While John is
still my boss at work, as of last weekend in our own time I am his Mistress and
he's my bondage slave!
It all started about two weeks ago when I had to find something in John's desk,
as he was out of town. Glancing at one sheet of paper I had unearthed, I
suddenly realised that it was evidence of some very unethical share dealings
that John must have been involved in.
I thought for a while, wondering what to do about this (I knew it could mean
serious trouble for him), then decided that I liked him too much to "spill the
beans". Just in case there was more evidence, I looked in some more drawers and
discovered something completely different - a glossy "Female Domination"
magazine!
I could hardly believe my eyes! I have long been interested in sexual bondage
and discipline games, and my private fantasy has always been to "own" a
submissive male slave; on a few occasions I have hinted at this to a current
boyfriend, but none of them has even agreed to try it. Now I had a golden
opportunity to make my wish come true.
So early last week, after some careful planning, I confronted John in his office
with the words: "I have some documents relating to your dealings in certain
shares."
John looked hard at me for a long time, then he said: "OK. I should have
destroyed them. I guess you want money to keep your mouth shut - how much?"
"Not money," I replied with a smile, "something much more interesting - I also
found a certain magazine in your desk."
Another long pause. "I have been careless, haven't I?" he said ruefully, "So
what do you want?"
I let him have it straight: "I want you to be my bondage slave next weekend. Yes
or no?"
He thought for a moment; I could almost feel his excitement rising, and I
guessed his pants were bulging under his desk. "Yes", he replied quietly.
"OK", I said coolly, "Stay here after work Friday afternoon. I'll stay back too,
and you'd better be prepared to obey my orders without question!"
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Friday afternoon arrived. I waited until everybody else had gone, then strode
into John's office. "On your feet!" I ordered crisply.
He obeyed smartly. I looked him up and down for a few seconds: "You've got one
minute to strip naked!" He blushed, saw that I meant it, and began removing his
clothes. His body, as he bared it to my gaze, was tanned and muscular, and his
excitement was obvious in the hardness of his handsome prick.
"Now your wrists together." I snapped a pair of steel handcuffs on his wrists,
and standing on the desk behind him, tied the attached cord to the solid light
fitting in the ceiling.
The initial moment was over. My prisoner was helpless, his naked torso stretched
taut and totally available to me. I must confess I gloated a little as I took
the incriminating documents out of my purse and showed them to him. He grinned
ruefully, but gave no sign of anger - he was a true submissive, I decided, and
was really enjoying himself hugely!
For about ten minutes I lectured my captive, telling him precisely what I
expected of him and giving him some idea of what would happen to him. At last I
said: "I'll leave you for a while to think it over. When I come back, you'll
have just one opportunity to call this off... but if you don't take it, you're
mine for the weekend!"
I went out and checked that we were alone in the building, taking the precaution
of locking a few strategic doors. Then I took a few papers to my car in the
basement and returned with some other items of equipment.
Not a word was said. I simply held a large rubber ball-gag in front of John's
face and paused for a moment. He looked me in the eye - and obediently opened
his mouth wide! Next I padlocked leather cuffs, joined by an 18-inch chain, on
his ankles and fitted a metal cock-ring firmly about the base of his still
rampant prick. Untying the cord from the ceiling and refastening his wrists
behind him, I passed the cord between his legs, through the cock-ring and back
to knot it firmly between his cuffed wrists.
Finally I packed his clothes into an overnight bag, clipped a dog leash to the
front of the cock-ring, and with a little tug led my slave out of the room.
I could see the shock on his face as he realised I was taking him, stark naked
and shackled, where someone might see. "Exciting, isn't it?" I murmured, "What
if the boss comes?" His reply was a stifled gurgle behind the gag.
As I forced my hobbled captive to the basement garage, he stared fearfully at
each door we passed. But I had taken reasonable precautions, and we weren't
disturbed - and soon I had him seated in the passenger seat of my car. His arms
were tied around the back of the seat and the cord tied under it to his
ankle-chain. The leash I padlocked to the passenger's safety handle.
"Let's hope we're not stopped or anything," I said cheerfully as we drove off,
"I wonder what people would say if they saw you like this!" The look of dismay
on my prisoner's face gave me an enormous thrill of power.
When we arrived at my home, a renovated old cottage in a quiet suburb, I
immediately gave John a taste of the tight bondage he could expect for the next
two days. Leading him inside by means of his cock-leash, I soon had him trussed
on widely-stretched knees with the edge of a coffee-table pressing into his
ass-cheeks and his arms pulled back and apart to opposite corners, arching his
body into some discomfort. Then I went to change and make some preparations for
dinner.
I returned wearing a long red dressing gown, which set off my long blonde hair
beautifully, and high-heeled slippers. The effect was dramatic - John's cock
sprang to rigid attention as the front of the gown fell open slightly to reveal
a glimpse of red bikini pants and bra barely containing my full firm breasts.
Then his eyes opened wide when I brought from behnd my back a large black
leather paddle!
"Well," I smiled, looking at his erect prick, "saluting its Mistress, eh?
Perhaps it's time for you to show what you think of me!" I removed the gag and
untied his wrists, then stood in front of him and extended one foot.
My slave got the idea and immediately bowed and began kissing my foot. I kept
him at it for about ten minutes, allowing him to reach just below my knees,
tantalising him with glimpses of the delights beyond. His upthrust bum- cheeks
gave me an idea, and I decided to test his tolerance for `discipline'.
"OK, that's enough!" I ordered, "Now you realise that I've just granted you a
great privilege, slave, and privileges must be earned. You will earn yours by
asking me to spank your ass with this paddle, two or five strokes at a time, and
when you think you've had enough you will thank me nicely... and if you stop
short of what I think you should get, you'll get double the difference! I'll
leave you a few minutes to think it over."
I went to the kitchen and put two TV dinners into the oven, then returned to my
slave. "Right, let's begin!"
There was a gulp from the floor, then "Please ... give me ... five strokes,
Mistr... OUCH!" as the first one landed flush on the temptingly available
cheeks. I didn't stint, and kept my prisoner guessing by varying the interval
between strokes. His ass was cherry-red and he was whimpering a little after 26
strokes, when he said, "Thank you very much, Mistress, but please... that's
enough!"
I had expected him to take about 20, but I swished the paddle loudly past him
just for effect! Then I said brightly, "OK, slave, time for something to eat!
Hands behind your back."
With handcuffed wrists connected to shackled ankles, my slave had to follow me
on his knees to the kitchen. I ate my meal sitting at the table, and I allowed
John to `beg' for his, dropping some on the floor for him eat doggy- fashion. He
was a bit of a mess when we finished, so I took him into the bathroom, padlocked
a chain from his cock-ring to a faucet and ordered him to take a shower.
"I need a bath too," I said when he had finished, "but it won't do for a mere
slave to see his Mistress naked, will it?" and I proceeded to put a complete
rubber helmet over his head, fastening it with a padlock at the back.
The bath was unforgettably erotic. My slave - naked, blind, deaf and dumb - had
to kneel and wash my lush body by touch alone. As his hands moved over my ripe
firm breasts, my flat belly and down over my pussy, his prick got harder and
harder until I thought it would burst!
Afterwards I made him dry me in the same way, then led him into the bedroom,
where I tied him on his knees, his helmeted face just at the edge of the bed and
his arms pulled together and up behind him. After opening the mouth-hole of the
helmet, I lay down and pushed my hot thatch against his lips.
He got the message and immediately went to work. He knew what he was doing, too,
because his busy tongue and lips soon had me writhing in ecstasy. I must have
come at least three times before I moved away, closed the helmet and lay bathed
in sweat and contentment.
Later, as I arrranged my still helmeted slave to sleep on the floor chained to
the leg of my bed, I opened one of the ear-holes and whispered, "That was nice,
slave ... I think I might keep you!"
Next morning I roused my slave, who was a little stiff from his night on the
floor, fitted cuffs and short chains on his wrists and ankles and sent him off
bring me breakfast in bed. While waiting, I amused myself by making exciting
plans for the day ahead.
It was sheer luxury to lie in bed and eat breakfast served by a naked shackled
slave. Afterwards I sent him off again to tidy up the kitchen while I dressed. I
decided to wear tight white shorts and a brief halter top, with sandals, because
it was a beautiful day and I wanted to get some sun.
I was carrying a riding-crop when I went to inspect my slave at his chore. The
kitchen was cleaner than I expected, so I said, "OK slave, it's a lovely day for
doing some gardening - but since you're my slave for this weekend, guess who'll
be doing the work!"
John showed signs of nervousness (understandably, I guess) when I told him to
follow me out into the garden, naked and shackled as he was. But I insisted,
using the crop to `persuade' him, and he soon realised the garden was very
secluded and it was extremely unlikely that anyone would see him.
First I made my slave put out a deck-chair in the sun for me to lounge in, then
I adjusted his shackles, allowing him some more freedom of movement for the
chores I had for him. "I don't think it's necessary for me to confine you with a
leash," I said. "After all, you can't remove those shackles and if you want to
wander into the street the way you are - you're welcome! Now to work..."
I spent a lovely lazy morning soaking up the sun, reading a novel and making
plans for the rest of the weekend, while John slaved away (pardon the pun!) at
the chores I gave him. After completing each one, he had to return to my side
and wait at attention for further orders; sometimes I simply ignored him for ten
minutes or so before bothering to reply, or else I merely told him to get down
on his knees while I was thinking, and once I just held out a bottle of suntan
oil and turned over ... and he obediently anointed my almost bare back and
thighs (with predictable results to the state of his prick!).
My slave had done practically everything that needing doing in the garden by
about 1 pm, so I threw together a light snack and brought it out to him. John
had to serve me with the food and wine, so that I literally didn't have to lift
a finger! Afterwards I told him that I was pleased with his work and that he
deserved a siesta. He thanked me and lay back in the warm sunshine - but before
I settled down for my own nap I padlocked his ankle-chain to a convenient strong
fence post ("...just in case you get any naughty ideas in your dreams!" I
grinned).
A little later I woke suddenly, conscious of movement nearby; it was my slave,
using his cuffed hands to stroke his rampant cock!
"Stop that, slave!" I said sternly, "You ought to know you need my permission to
play with yourself!"
He obeyed, but immediately began to plead. "Oh please, Mistress, let me! It's so
exciting being your slave - I just have to bring myself off! Please?"
I considered for a moment. "OK," I agreed, "but you'll have to earn it. In fact,
I'll either let you bring yourself off, or I'll do it with my hands or perhaps
even with my mouth - depending on how many strokes with my crop you can take. Of
course, I won't tell you what your target numbers are - you'll just have to
guess how generous I am! Now, how shall we tie you for this?..."
A handy branch gave me an idea. Ordering my slave to stand with his back to it
and his arms thrown over it, I tied a strong cord tightly from one wrist, around
his waist and to the other wrist. When I then bound his legs together
tailor-fashion (with a rope to his waist too), he was suspended from the branch
and swung gently to and fro.
I made John ask for each stroke, and the sight of his naked body swaying with
the force of each blow was very exciting. I was mentally licking my lips to get
his beautiful big prick in my mouth, but I had other plans for that later, so I
decided to make it quite hard for him to earn the use of my mouth. Eventually he
begged me to stop after 17 good cuts with the crop, and I said with a grin, "Not
bad, slave - you've earned the use of my hand, but you may have to be tougher to
earn my mouth, eh?"
Settling myself comfortably below his suspended body, I reached up to his cock,
which was already quite hard. Slowly and teasingly I stroked it, tickled and
pinched it, bringing my helpless prisoner to the brink of orgasm several times
before at last allowing his huge purple member to spurt its come over the grass.
He moaned with the pleasure of his release, and sagged in his bonds.
All this had naturally made me very horny too; and after thinking for a moment I
hit on a great idea to get some pleasure myself. I released my captive and after
allowing him a few moments to get his circulation back, I ordered him to swing
up on the same branch and hang by his knees; then I quickly tied his ankles to
his wrists behind his back, and he was hanging helplessly, his head a few inches
above the ground.
I blindfolded him ("Slaves mustn't see their Mistress' body, remember?") and
moments later I was lying naked in the grass with my thatch pressed hungrily to
my slave's inverted mouth. Just by swinging his hanging torso, I could move his
obedient lips and tongue from my pussy to my tits and nipples and back across my
smooth flat belly.
It wasn't easy for him, working to bring me off while the blood was rushing to
his head, but after all, what is a slave for? - his Mistress' pleasure, even at
the expense of his own comfort, right? In fact, I know he enjoyed it, because
above me I could see his cock getting hard again, pointing right at my face.
"Just you wait until tonight, you big purple thing!" I thought, and the thought
set off my first climax.
My pleasure-slave gave me two more orgasms, then I let him down and tied him
loosely but securely while we had another forty winks. I didn't bother to dress
(so John was left blindfolded - I wanted to keep up the `rules' of my fantasy),
and I dozed off luxuriating in the sensation of warm sunshine on my naked body.
It was getting cooler when I awoke, so I roused my sleeping slave and led him
back indoors, still blindfolded so that he couldn't see my nakedness - not yet,
anyway! I slipped into a robe, then led him into the kitchen and put him to work
preparing our dinner. Under my guidance he managed to produce a delicious meal;
and meanwhile I laid my plans for the rest of the evening.
For dinner I dressed in a low-cut black evening gown, slit up the side to well
above the knee. While my naked slave, shackled and handcuffed, served me my
dinner, I kept letting the skirt fall open to display a generous view of my
thigh, and watched the interesting reaction of John's cock. He ate his dinner
standing in the kitchen, but I'm sure he enjoyed it almost as much as I did.
After dinner I told John to leave the dishes until the morning and led him into
the lounge where I had set up a portable typewriter and dictation machine on a
low table. I laughed at John's mystified expression and explained: "I have some
dictation to be typed by Monday - but I can't see why I need to do it when my
slave can do it for me, wouldn't you agree?"
John didn't quite believe me until I had him tied to my liking, kneeling on the
floor in front of the typewriter, ankles firmly tied to his thighs and knees
spread wide. I reclined sensuously on the couch opposite, grinned at John as the
inevitable happened to his prick, and offered him some incentives: "For every
page you type without mistakes, I'll take off one item of clothing; who knows,
you might get to see me naked, and beyond that I may offer further rewards. On
the other hand, every page that needs retyping will cost you penalties in whip
strokes or time in bondage. OK, you better get on with it, slave!"
My captive was no trained typist, but he was better than the two-finger
`hunt-and-peck' variety, and before long I had doffed my dress, both stockings
and bra, leaving only my black satin briefs. Of course, I enjoyed this stripping
in front of my slave as much as he did, and made no attempt to hide my charms;
"Are you being distracted by my body, slave?" I teased as I made certain my full
breasts were always in view, and occasionally I `absent- mindedly' fondled their
firm nipples as I checked some of John's work, and draped my lush body along the
couch and smiled seductively while he typed. When he produced the next
error-free page, I made him pull my briefs down over the curves of my thighs -
and I thought his prick would burst!
Whether through distraction or tiredness (or both), John began to make more
errors. I promised that the next perfect page would earn him "the best blow-job
you've ever had!", and perhaps he was trying a bit too hard! His `penalties'
began to mount up and after a while I took pity on him - I had already decided
that I really wanted to keep my new slave and I felt perhaps that he might need
some incentive to agree. So when he produced a page that was almost perfect, I
overlooked the few errors and said, "OK slave, you've earned it - that's enough
for tonight."
I handcuffed his wrists before releasing his legs, then let him relax and wait
for the circulation to return while I made some preparations in the bedroom. On
my return I led my slave into the bathroom where he soaped my nude body under
the shower (with his eyes open this time!) and dried me off, then showered
himself.
As I led my slave into the bedroom, his rigid cock showed clearly how excited he
was getting, and I must admit that I was pretty turned on myself and the sight
of that engorged organ only worked me up more. My hands were slightly unsteady
as I arranged him on the bed, face up with his hips raised by a pillow, his
ankles tied together with a rope leading to the foot of the bed, his wrists
strapped behind his back and another rope from his shoulders to the bedhead,
stretching his naked body a little. Then the fun began!
I knelt on the bed and as slowly as possible began to excite my helpless naked
slave, stroking and caressing, nibbling and licking at his nipples, but hardly
touching his rock-hard prick. Then I moved over him, positioning my wet pussy
over his mouth as I bent to take his large cock into mine. He co- operated
eagerly, and his tongue and teeth and lips brought me to climax twice within a
few minutes - I must have been excited!
Steadily I continued to build up his excitement, leaning down occasionally to
rub his purple member with my hard nipples. I also stretched out full length on
his naked captive body, so that my smooth firm tits pressed against his flesh
and my belly and pussy were pushed right into his face. My captive, of course,
couldn't contribute much movement, while I gradually increased my tempo,
watching for the signs to show he was close to orgasm. Then I began to suck
rapidly and hard, swallowing his rampant cock deeper and deeper, and (to remind
my slave of his status) gripped his nipples and pinched them hard! He let out a
long wail of ecstasy and I felt his come spurt deep into my throat.
I sucked for a minute or so while he came down to earth, then presented my pussy
again to his mouth while I dried his spent organ gently with a towel. The touch
of his clever tongue was enough to give me another climax (my sixth for the
day!), and I was contentedly weary when I settled down for sleep beside my
prisoner, still bound but with the pillow now under his head.
"Thank you, my wonderful Mistress, for giving me such pleasure", I heard him
whisper several times before sleep overtook us both.
After such a busy day I woke very late on Sunday morning, and found my slave
still asleep beside me. I lay for a while looking at his handsome naked body,
still trussed firmly to the bed. By the way he reacted yesterday, I thought,
there's a very good chance he'll be willing to be my slave even after this
weekend. I began to make my plans for the day....
A little later I woke John and sent him (when he had got over some stiffness) to
prepare some food while I dressed. Today I decided to wear my most obvious
domination outfit - mini-skirt and tight bra in studded black leather with black
patent boots laced snugly up to my knees.
We ate a leisurely brunch, for which I allowed my slave to sit at table with me
- of course, his `status' was still quite clear, naked as he was with short
chains between wrist and ankle cuffs and with his cock-ring padlocked to his
chair. I kept our conversation neutral until we were almost finished, then
reminded John that he owed a number of `penalties' from last night and perhaps
he should "pay some of his debts". He paled slightly but replied humbly, "As you
wish, Mistress".
It was cooler than the day before, with no sunshine, so I led my captive into
the garage, which contained a few items easily adaptable to administering
punishment. His first `payment' was made by being tied over a narrow `horse' and
receiving twelve sharp cuts with a cane across his buttocks and upper thighs. He
took them pretty well, but the last few brought some small moans.
Next I tied him sitting astride the same `horse' with his ankles drawn up behind
him and joined to his tightly bound arms. He stayed like that for about an hour
while I made some quite elaborate arrangements; these completed, I released his
ankles but immediately tied each of them with rope to opposite walls. It wasn't
hard for him to guess what was coming when I untied his arms and fastened his
wrists to ropes passing through two pulleys I had fixed high on the walls above
the ankle ropes!
I pulled on the ropes one at a time, gradually stretching his arms up and out
until they took his weight and his crotch lifted off the `horse'. Tying the
ropes off, I slid the `horse' from between his legs and stood back to observe
the effect; my helpless slave suspended about a foot off the floor, his legs and
arms spreadeagled very widely and every inch of his naked body available for my
pleasure!
For a few moments I `inspected' my captive, walking around him, running my
fingernail along the tender stripes on his bum-cheeks, pinching his nipples,
until I'm sure he was wondering what would happen next. Then I stood in front of
him and said, "OK John, I have a few things to say. You've kept your part of our
bargain, and I've enjoyed myself very much. Now..." - I produced the papers that
had led to all of this - "... don't you think it would be a good idea for me to
burn these?"
"Yes please", he replied. "Yes please... what?" I snapped, "Remember you're
still my slave until this evening!"
"Yes please, Mistress", came the humble request, and in a few moments the
incriminating papers were a tiny heap of ashes.
"Right," I said, "that's my side of the bargain. I've got that over with because
I want to ask you another question before the weekend is over. I suspect that
you've enjoyed being my slave almost as much as I have..." - John nodded eagerly
- "so... I'm giving you the chance to be my permanent slave, under the following
conditions..."
I talked for about an hour, giving him a brief outline of what I had in mind -
how often he would visit me, how he would treat me at the office, the `rules' he
would have to learn, and what treatment he could expect from me -the punishments
for disobedience, the rewards for good behaviour, the discipline "for just being
a slave".
"Well John", I finished, "are you willing to continue as my slave?"
His answer wasn't hard to predict - after all, his cock had been rock-hard most
of the time I'd been talking! "Yes Mistress," he said, "please make me your
permanent slave!"
"OK," I replied, "you've got the job, and your training begins NOW!"
I enjoyed myself tremendously the rest of that afternoon - and so, in a way, did
my slave. I began by testing his tolerance to whipping and caning on various
parts of his naked body - for example, the cane on his bum, thighs and belly, a
three-foot leather whip on his back and around his waist, and another smaller
`cat-o-nine-tails' on his chest or anywhere - which was why I had tied him the
way he was.
Later I released him from his suspension and spent some time on what I called
"basic training", introducing the simple commands I wanted him to learn, and how
he should stand, kneel, crawl, kiss my feet, and so on. Finally I told him he
also needed training in giving me pleasure; I tied him kneeling with his head
bent back and inserted in his mouth a gag which had a large imitation prick
protruding from it. Then I straddled his head and for at least an hour taught
him how I wanted to be fucked - he did quite well, although he earned a few cuts
with my crop when he didn't obey my instructions precisely enough.
I had two climaxes before my `training session' ended, and the feelings of power
over my humble grovelling slave were very gratifying and exciting too. On his
part, John was almost constantly excited, his large cock standing out like a
flagpole, but I didn't allow him the pleasure of coming - "When in training a
slave must keep his mind on his lessons", I teased.
John spent the drive home last night hogtied on the back seat of my car. I drove
into the garage of his house, went inside for a minute, then returned and
removed the strap between his wrist and ankle cuffs.
"I'm going home now," I said, "I'll call you later to tell you where I've hidden
the keys to your cuffs. See you at the office tomorrow, `boss'!" Chuckling at
the startled look on his face, I started my car and drove off.
On the way home I pictured my naked slave hobbling into his house to wait for my
call, wrists still handcuffed behind his back.
I've decided to keep a diary of the fun I have with my slave: this will be the
first entry, and I'll call yesterday `Day 1'.
Go on to Part 2
