Charles Douglas looked up from the papers on his massive oak desk at his secretary, Miss Vaughan. She was sitting on a chair by the large picture window, looking out into the early evening darkness. Rain was falling heavily, giving a misty appearance to the whole scene. The other office buildings and the rows of homeward-bound cars seemed almost dreamlike. Miss Vaughan, Dorothy, as Douglas usually thought of her, had her whole attention focused on the rain-softened lights. Her legs were crossed, forcing the mini skirt to show almost all there was to see of her smooth thighs.
Once again he wondered how one woman could put everything together in one perfect package. Those legs were the finest he had ever seen, and he'd been looking for some time. Her slim waist rose into one fine pair of breasts. He hadn't seen them in the flesh yet, but the shape and size hinted at under that braless blouse, were nothing short of magnificent. If the perfect body wasn't enough, there was a face of pure innocence and beauty framed by long honey colored hair.
Dorothy's personality was far from unpleasant, perhaps a little on the not too bright side, but when looking at that body and face most men had trouble realizing she had a mind at all.
Douglas decided that it was time. He put the papers away and stood up. "Miss Vaughan."
She continued looking out the window.
"Miss Vaughan, it is time."
The sexy young thing turned slowly toward him. "Oh, already? Maybe..."
"It is time," he stated firmly. She rose from the chair and turned to face him.
"Mr. Douglas, I was thinking, maybe..."
"Don't!" he cut her off, then continued in a fatherly tone. "You don't have to think now, just do as you're told."
Her answer was barely audible, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Unless you are asked a question, or told to speak, you will not say another word, understand?" She nodded. "Good, now remove your blouse and skirt."
She looked up and their eyes met, his strong and sure, hers meek and uncertain. She bit her lip then lowered her head. As she began unbuttoning, Douglas knew he had won this round. She might still change her mind, but he doubted it.
The proud, young breasts were everything he had dreamed they might be. They were large, firm and without a blemish. He was happy to note that, as she stood there in only her very scant panties and black boots, she made no move to cover herself.
"The panties."
Without protest the panties came off and joined the other clothes on the chair. Now came the final moment of decision for her. After the next few seconds she would be unable to change her mind. Slowly, as if he were in no hurry at all, he opened a drawer and placed two coiled lengths of rope on the desk.
At the sight of the ropes, her eyes widened and her breathing came a little faster. As he picked up one of the pieces of cotton clothesline and came toward her she could not take her eyes off the rope.
"Put your hands behind you."
Like a meek lamb, she put her arms behind her. He wanted to let out a sigh of relief and joy but held it in. Instead he concentrated on putting her wrists together, and palms turned inward toward each other. He looped the rope around them ten times than a couple of times as a cinch between the wrists. He tied two knots to prevent the cinch loops from loosening.
Now he could stop worrying! She was secured! After this point, even if she pleaded to back out, he had no intention of freeing his captive.
Running the rope up to her elbow he threw a loop around the arm above the elbow then passed the rope around her other elbow and pulled them together. To his surprise they came within an inch of touching, so he put a little more effort and made them close the inch. A few more seconds and there were ten or twelve loops holding her elbows tight together he cinched the loops then tied three knots as tightly as he could with the end of the rope.
After getting the other rope from his desk, he was impressed by the sight. Here was a beautiful, sexy young woman, her shoulders pulled back so hard that her breasts were standing straight out, straining as if they wanted to explode off her chest. Her face was turned toward the ceiling but her eyes were closed.
God, but those breasts stood out! He wanted to cup them in his hands, to run his tongue around and around them, to nibble on those dark tips, but there was not time now. He would have to be satisfied by making her more helpless. He used the second rope to loop around her hips right where her wrists rested on her ass. He wrapped this rope tightly around both wrists and hips, pinning the wrists to her body. A couple of cinch loops between her body and wrists and he was ready for the finishing touch. Passing the rope over that rope binding her wrists, down through her ass cheeks, he brought it up between her legs and over the tenderest part of her being. It then looped over the ropes in front and went down through the same path back to her wrists. Over the wrists again then back through to the front again. When he pulled these ropes tight, she let out a squeal of surprise and jumped up on tip toes. He grinned and pulled the rope even tighter before knotting it as tightly as he could, just above her furry triangle.
Now, she was one secure little package. He was sure she could work all day on those ropes without even coming close to her freedom.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Douglas reached out and touched that soft skin. His fingers ran up the underside of one full breast, touching only lightly, until they came to the already rigid nipple. He turned it gently between his thumb and finger. A soft moan and a further stiffening of the nipple answered. Suddenly he squeezed hard. She did a sharp intake of breath and gave him a sad look with those large, doe-like brown eyes. He wasn't sure if she was afraid or excited or both, but he knew he liked the expression on her face.
With his manhood straining to burst free from its pants' prison, he was ready to give her the screwing of her life. The play of those muscles under that smooth skin as she shifted her weight from leg to leg was doing things to his mind. With a great effort of will he broke away from that thinking and headed toward the closet. He put on his raincoat and brought her a black rubber raincoat. He fitted it over her shoulders and buttoned it down to mid-thigh, where the coat ended. Tucking the arms into the pockets added the touch needed to make it look perfectly normal. Her arms were pulled so tightly into her back, and the coat was so bulky, that no one would believe, at first glance, that she was really naked and helpless under that rubber.
"Now march that cute little ass over to the door."
She started walking but stopped suddenly after two steps. A strange look cam over her face.
"What's the matter?" he smiled, "that rope rubbing you the wrong way?"
"The rope, it's so tight!" Then she smiled weakly, "but good."
Douglas laughed. "You can enjoy it all you want, but when we get outside, you had better walk normally."
"But it rubs my pussy so!"
A stern look silenced her. She walked the remaining distance to the door and stood quietly beside it, but he could tell that she was not quiet inside. All the muscles in her ass were clenched tightly and her hips were moving, a slow motion version of a stripper's grind. Douglas felt good. This gorgeous hunk of female was really turned on and he hadn't even done anything except tie her up! He felt like a teenaged boy the first time he 'went all the way', excited and a little unable to believe this wonderful thing was really happening to him.
Throwing a couple of things from the desk drawer into his pockets, he turned out the lights. Walking down the hallway from his office, Douglas wasn't sure which of them was more excited. He, knowing that he had this beautiful woman naked and bound under that raincoat, or her, having to feel the helplessness and that cool rubber against her flesh.
There were only a few people in the building this late after quitting time on Friday, but it seemed to both of them that everybody they passed were staring at her. Riding down the elevator, a young man, probably some up-and-coming young executive, kept looking at Dorothy. His eyes scanned like radar up the curve of her calf under that black leather boot, across the smooth knee, up the thigh, past her flat stomach to the bulges in the coat made by those breasts trying to escape. They rested there then returned over the interesting territory back to her feet. If that fellow only knew why those tits were pushing out so!
Dorothy was aware of the man's interest in her. An embarrassed red blush was spreading up her neck, but the man didn't seem to be noticing that part of her body. She let out a sigh of relief after he got out, at the ground floor. She was sure that somehow he had known that she was naked and bound, but he had left without saying a word.
In the underground parking the walk to her car took years for Dorothy. The ropes were making each step an exercise in frustration, or excitement. By the time they reached his car, her only thought was to beg him to take this rubber off and touch her. She had never known that she could want so strongly for a man to touch her body. It was an ache that hurt to the core of her, yet she couldn't say a word. There was something special about this new relationship between them. They hadn't discussed it but from the first moment when he told her what he would do to her, she had known that it wasn't for her to order him. Not even to suggest, HE was calling the shots; HE made the rules and she was powerless to change them. Even though she knew the rules may sometimes be unpleasant for her, even hurt her, a part of her wanted, longed for this dominance. He was making her feel like no other man ever had.
Like a gentleman, he opened the car door for her. After she had worked her way in, he put the seat belt around her waist and pulled it tight.
As the car paused at the first traffic light, he reached across and unbuttoned the top three buttons of the raincoat, opening it almost to the waist. She looked out the window at the other cars around them, then at him. She seemed worried because those lush mounds were pushing aside the rubber and the nipples were completely exposed now. Douglas just sat back and enjoyed her genuine discomfort. As the car moved through the city traffic, Dorothy grew more worried. At each stop she tried to slide down in the seat, but the seat belt prevented her and the action only made the raincoat open more. When her breasts were totally exposed, she decided she couldn't take any more.
"Please, Mr. Douglas, button me up. That man in the next car is staring!"
"Don't worry. With the raindrops on the window, he probably doesn't believe what he thinks he sees. Besides, what if he believes? He can't see that your arms are bound and he will just think you are a very brazen woman.
"Please! These ropes are so tight. They are crushing my little pussy! I'm sure everyone is looking at me."
Douglas said nothing but turned the car into an alley. After parking, he turned to Dorothy, "You were told not to talk," he said as he took something out of his pocket. "Since you can't obey, I'll have to force you to be silent."
Her eyes widened with real fright at the large rubber ball and strap. She tried to protest and shake her head, but he forced the ball into her mouth and buckled it tightly behind her head. He was amazed that she would react so sharply to the gag when she had been so submissive when he bound her arms; yet, here she was shaking her head and trying to push the gag out, even struggling against the ropes holding her arms.
He sat back and let her exhaust herself. It was quite a show, with those magnificent breasts bouncing with her every movement. When she finished, her hair was messed up and her coat had slid off her shoulders, leaving her body and especially those panting breasts completely exposed, yet nothing else had changed. The gag was still filling her mouth, forcing her jaw wide open. Her arms were still tightly incased in rope behind her and the seat belt was still holding her down.
Douglas looked around to be sure no one was taking any interest in the car, then unzipped her boots and threw them into the back seat. A leather strap from his pocket went around her ankles and buckled tight. He allowed himself the pleasure of one long look at his beautiful, bound package, then started the car and drove out of the alley. One block later they turned onto the freeway. In the dark and wet, the other drivers were paying attention only to their driving.
Douglas was glad he had gotten the gag on when he did. From all indications now, she might want to tell him that she didn't want to go on with the weekend. If she could talk, that is. He had no plans of freeing her until Monday, but he would rather not hear her decision. He would just have to keep her gagged the whole time, and that shouldn't be too hard. This ball gag was stopping anything from even sounding like a word.
Every few miles he reached over and pinched her left nipple. Each time he did, it would set off a new series of struggles by the helpless girl. She would throw her head around, jerk her arms and push her hips against the seat belt. She would bang her feet against the carpet. And, when she finally lay quiet within her bonds again, those great breasts rising and falling, nothing had changed. He let her rest a few minutes then would pinch her again.
Douglas was sure that the pain wasn't all that great, the pinching just drove home to her that she was helpless and couldn't stop him from doing what he wanted. Anything at all that he wanted to do during the next two days. He felt great.
By the time he pulled into his garage it was fully dark, still raining heavily and Dorothy was still bound tightly. He opened the door and undid her seatbelt. With an effort he managed to pull her out of the car and get her standing. He left her fighting to keep her balance, while he took the boots out of the back seat and hid them in a cardboard box. After opening the back door leading to the yard, he took off her raincoat and hid it in the box, too. She looked so beautiful dressed only in her bonds and gag, that he decides that was the way she would be dressed for the rest of the weekend.
He bent over, putting his shoulder into her stomach and lifted her. She let out a squeal of surprise when the rain hit her naked body, but he carried her into the yard despite her struggles. Directly behind the garage, was a metal pole buried in the ground. It had once been a clothesline pole, but now it was a stake for binding this sexy girl to. He put her down with her back to the pole and took another piece of clothesline from his pocket. Making a loop around her body and the pole, just above the breasts, he pinned her to the pole. Wrapping the rope around several more times, then cinching and knotting it, secured her there. Another length of rope tied her waist to the pole. Another held her knees fixed and the fourth worked with her ankle strap to hold the ankles together and tightly to the pole.
When finished he checked her over carefully. All the ropes were tight and secure. There was no way this girl was going to leave her metal stake until someone helped her. He pinched her once more on each nipple, and tightened her gag strap another notch, then returned to the garage.
Inside he took his raincoat off and paused to let his heart slow down, and also to let a giant hard-on calm down. He was a happy man now, but as soon as he drove his wife to the airport and got rid of her for a two-week visit to her sister, he planned to become a sexually satisfied man. Not once, but as many times as he could. The hours in between he planned to fill by watching Dorothy struggling under several of the strictest bondage positions his mind could come up with.
Once again he thanked his luck at coming back from lunch early to find Dorothy reading those bondage magazines she had found in his desk. He knew as soon as he saw that dreamy look in her eyes what kind of woman she was. He had put the question directly to her, would she spend this weekend as his captive slave, to be bound at all times and used as he pleased? Her whispered 'yes' had sealed her fate.
Fifteen minutes later he was loading his wife's suitcases into the car and listening to her tirade condemning his working late, golfing every weekend and not making that last promotion. Two minutes after that he was driving down the street toward a half-hour drive to the airport. He had a smile on his face that puzzled his wife.
In the dark and rain, a beautiful young woman stands at attention. The rain has plastered her hair down and small moans escape from behind her gag, but her nipples are erect and she is pushing her hips away from the pole as hard as she can. Not in an effort to escape, for she knows escape is impossible, but because that tightens the ropes over her pussy and that is the only way she can touch her body where it cries out for touching.
THE END