by Susan Sass
Was Aki wearing briefs or gstring? Let's see... couldn't see enough when we first met, no obvious 'biting in at the hips', couldn't see anything when she turned to take her seat before the presentation and didn't see anything when she left. But she definitely needs to wear a bra now, and black lace is preferred from what I saw. Tiny waist still.
"Hmmm? Oh yeah, they did seem to realise that issue yeah." Throw them a bone. Insightful, good catch, yada yada yada. Back to the office soon enough.
"Paul, can you call up that new Jamie Oliver place everyone is talking about and book a table for two for 8pm under my name. Thanks." Now, the keys for that apartment I have should be around here somewhere. There they are. The dead bolt lock, the handle lock and the key-only lock. Good. Must keep those with me. "Oh Paul, call Gupta the Driver, I'm going to want him around tonight. Meet me here in the office carpark at 6pm." Gupta knows to keep his mouth shut, that retainer I pay him always makes sure that the conversations I have and the places I go are kept nice and quiet. Its easy when a migrant cab driver is very keen to get his child through university... I figure that payment is about enough to ensure they get to a big Uni. Silence can be bought, but with honey not vinegar.
Meeting with the MD about those HR consultants. I'll try not to swear or call the HR Director a dickhead for paying for those guys. I'll just think of Aki's ass instead, that should mellow me out.
"Heya Gupta. Yeah, head around to this address and we'll be picking someone up before we go to that fancy bar next to Jamie Oliver's new place. You know where I mean right? Yeah exactly, who the fuck gives a bar a name like that. Suppose if you make the drinks sound horrific then price them astronomically people feel impressed and privileged to get horridly drunk there away from plumbers and builders."
There's Mei. Crap she's got good looking ass and thighs. Shouldn't be hard to get her to the apartment. It's what, three blocks from here. Just make sure she has a few too many and we're sorted.
"Hey, so yeah. I didn't realise you were in HR." Insert pleasant banter here and avoid staring down her top. A little flirty hand motion here plus a nervous look every so often. "Nah, I never got married. How else do you get promoted this far with the whole wife and 2.4 kids? Yeah, you don't exactly. Either that or you have them, but they remember you as the guy who pays the mortgage from a distance."
Jeeeeeeeeezus, I should be running a bar. $35 for that on ice in a glass?! Sweet shit. Is one of the ingredients of that one Piss of Pope?? Fuck it, just buy a bottle of champagne for her and I'll try some imported beer that probably costs $14 a bottle. "Let's go grab a seat." Flirt a bit more. Get her relaxed and calm. Of course buying you a bottle of champagne is too much, it's about getting you slightly drunk here and finishing the job at dinner plus its conspicuous enough that it is ignored.
"No no, order what you like. I earn more than enough money for a single guy to spend. It's okay, someone has to keep the economy going right? Oh, do you drink red or white? White? Great. Have your somelier choose something white to go with our entrees, another for the mains and we'll think about dessert and after-dinner drinks later. Great." She blushed at the expense and blase attitude. Not used to this. It could be the alcohol, well it will be soon. Time for some more banter. Jamie Oliver's people make a mean pasta, and that somelier... I'm going to pay him for the next function where I need to impress our clients. Good call on the wine. Keep her glass nice and full. Drink enough to make it look like you're not getting her smashed while you stay sober.
"Waiter, can you leave me the Dessert menu and the drinks menu? Great" I need something with a lot of thin sauce for the dessert, something I can spill. There, right there. Some kind of mousse, Hazelnut icecream, chocolate sauce, raspberry coulis or otherwise called SYRUP... Even chefs have to make up words to explain why they aren't making jam on toast like everyone else does... it's gently caramelised sourdough with imported French butter and a conserve of fresh English strawberries combined with verjus from white Italian grapes. And she's nearly very drunk. I'd say wobbly walking drunk. The kind where they um and ah about removing their heels but only get one off before it becomes a dexterity challenge.
"Oh you MUST try some of this. It's like someone figured out how to make sex out of hazelnuts." And now tip the spoon a little when it is near the nice white-with-stripes office shirt. "OH shit. That's going to stain. I'm sorry. Look, I've got an apartment a couple of blocks from here, I used to rent it out but the GFC screwed my tennant badly. We'll go there and we can try get the stain out. Oh oh, careful. Seems like you've had a bit too much to drink." Geee I wonder how that happened. "Waiter, I'll need the bill. Oh, around $350? Less than $350? Great. Here." Splash of cash. Oh yeah, heels are a challenge. "Let me help you out of those. Pop your hands on my shoulders." And I'll grope your ass and legs while I get these shoes off you.
Yep, well drunk. Calling out to strangers, happy drunk. That walk took the sort of time I expected. Elevator up. In we go. "Let's get that shirt off you before the stain sets in. If it does, I'll buy you a new one. It was my fault." Now to strip her naked. Starting with the shirt. Wow those tits really did explode after high school. Tiny waist. Always was. I remember hearing she was used to be a US Size 1. Can't be much more than a 2 or 3 now. Still they don't hire models who are 5'6" when wearing 6" heels do they. "It's okay. I'll take it to the washing machine. You just rinse off any that soaked through. Is that a spot there on your skirt. Oh, damn. Here, we'll put that in too. No I'm not trying to get you drunk and naked." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA "There's a bedroom just down the hall and on the left. Bathroom is off the bedroom. Yeah it's a one-bedroom apartment. I usually only come here when it is not rented and I've stayed out late. I live across the harbour and its a pain to get there late at night."
"Yeah, it's a great bed. Big wooden four-poster." She didn't notice the lock on the bedroom door. Good. There's the skirt on the floor. Take that and toss it into the machine. "Sure, go ahead, there should be a pile of towels in there. If there isn't any soap its behind the mirror." And now to get the last few items. Quietly. Be careful. There. Stockings, g-string... winner and bra. Now to put those outside the room. Done. The door locks quietly still. Excellent. Now, the key can go on the hook above the bed so it's not on me. Time to pretend to desperately need the toilet.
"Hey Aki, there's only one toilet... and I really need to go. Mind if I come in?" And walk in anyway.
Chapter 2
Surprising she didn't resist more when I first went in. Probably relaxing under the hot water and with the alcohol in her system, it probably didn't quite register the way it usually would. Just took me at my word. Not the best move. It was easy to convince her to let me wrap her in a towel and that was the start. When she went to extend her arms to use the towel, it was simple to put one end of the handcuffs on her, then with the surprise simple to get the other wrist cuffed as well. Then it sunk in. Then she considered running. Opening doors is a challenge when you're in handcuffs. Drunk and in handcuffs it is like solving a Rubicks cube without ever seeing it first. She gave up and sat down at the door. It's been a while since I was sworn at in Mandarin. Goes to show that under pressure people speak in their native languages first.
Of course, then came the anger. Fear, Anger, Despair, Resignation... that is the sequence. Just ride it out and she'll calm down and probably just cry in about 45 min or so. Over she comes again, just toss her onto the bed and I'll probably get through a bit more of this newspaper article. Persistent one. I'll have to ask her later what that phrase means.
Wow, really, quite a lot of rage and anger. Fine, I suppose I'll have to do something serious about it. Where did I put that collar and chain? Oh that's right. The chain is under the sink in the bathroom and the keys for the padlocks are hidden in there too. Just toss her on the bed and get those ready after locking the bathroom door.
There we go, the chain around the stand of the toilet bowl and padlocked in place. Now, other padlock open, key in my pocket and the collar is in the dresser draw
er. The kicking says she's outside the door. Better not damage it or I'll take it out of her ass. Right, so open the door quickly and then shock and awe by making noise. Good. A handful of hair, then grab the upper arms and she's easily put on the bed. I'll just sit across the back of her chest to keep her in place face down and get that collar out. Collar on and closed, but not locked. Up you get little miss angry.
"Time to give you a little time out to calm down Aki." Sigh. She's going to make this more difficult than it needs to be. Oh well, time to repeat the trick on the bed and sit across her chest to pin her in place. Wrap the chain around her neck and then through the ring and back to the chain, then the padlock goes through so it is all nice and tight. That should do it. Now, I'll adjust the other lock to shorten it and there we go, now she should be able to sit on the toilet or on the floor, and not much else. She can calm down in here. Now, where was I in that article? Oh there's the paragraph.
I could do with a coffee and sandwich. There's that cafe downstairs. Might as well buy two. Just in case she starts to calm. A little bribery might get some better behaviour.
"Can I get two BLTs, a chicken salad, your largest latte and an English Tea to take away? Great."
What, don't tell me the crazy neo-cons are getting into that as well. Oh shit really? Can't they leave a little ideology somewhere else? Not a bad BLT. The latte needed sugar. Oh well.
Oh she's sobbing now. Good. About time. Lets see if we've got our manners back.
"Now, are you going to start doing what you are told Aki?" More crying. I suppose that is to be expected. I did fuck her pretty hard last night. Don't think she'd has a lot of sexual experience, very tight. Felt good to shove into that. Now there are some nods. "Then you're going to spread your legs wide here on the tile floor." Head shaking but looking nervous. Now the feet start to move. "Wider Aki." There she goes, bit by bit, out nice and wide. "Tuck your feet up as well Aki." And done much faster than the spreading. Good. "Feeling hungry?" Lots of nodding. We're still at the point where we think its all a dream and speaking will make it real. "Open wide." She'll swallow her pride with this chicken salad, wash it down with the tea then finish it off with the ring gag. "Aki, you're going to be here for a few days. And on Tuesday after the long weekend, you're going to be allowed to go to work. I will find you waiting in the lobby at 6pm. If you're not here, you'll get brought here and you'll spend the night like last night. You will keep on getting brought here by force and kept like you were last night until I see you in the lobby waiting for me at 6pm. But that's on Tuesday. It's Saturday morning right now... a long time left to go." She's too busy eating to talk. Time for some tea. There, fed and watered. Now for that ring gag.
A good firm grip there on the pressure points and there you go, mouth open wide. In with the ring and quickly closed behind her head. Eyes wide open at least as much as the mouth. But there's no screaming or resistance. Good. A sign we are starting to settle. "A little later it might be time to shower okay? If you're good it will even have hot water."
Time to finish that sandwich of mine and that average latte. I'm going to have to talk to the owner about their beans and machine. I bet they haven't cleaned the thing out properly. Yep, there it is, the sour burned taste. Coffee grinds stuck in the heads I bet.
HAHAHAHAHAHA, she's still got her legs wide like that. Its been what... twenty minutes. Good. She'll be more compliant. Just get her kneeling, turn her to face away and push her face forward so she can rest against the toilet seat then lift her ass up so she's on her feet. Those tits feel as good as they look, even with saliva over them. And that pussy still feels nice and tight around my finger. HA and she gets wet easily it seems. That does feel good. I could easily get used to this. Let's see if she's done anything anal before in her life... the level of squirming says no. She'll learn one way or the other. Just a matter of time really. Now she's stopped screaming and into the moaning. Good. Remember that you cum when you're fucked and even if you try resist you'll still get fucked. Squealing again when you feel the cum? Really? Now, I need to check my emails.
That chore done. 35 emails I need to say I've opened and ignored the contents of. 5 from HR which I KNOW I can ignore, but need to open so that they get their precious email notification. A few to leave till Tuesday. I want some more pussy.
Oh no resistance at all now. Legs moved easily, pushed wide, laying on the floor with her head cocked against the toilet support but doesn't dare look up. That's okay. Pussy on cock feels better than eyes on cock. Wow, still a good fit. It's going to take some serious effort to loosen her up... but then again, if I set up the right routine she'll stay tight. Moaning harder and sooner now. Good. Need to piss. I'll just stand up and piss above her. Now, time to go to the gym. That athletic personal trainer will no doubt be there. I'd like her ass where Aki is. Suppose I'll just come back and use Aki instead. It's not like she's going anywhere.
Chapter 3
Sweet shit that trainer has a hot ass. And the serious abs reminds me of Tia Ling, except Tia's looks like she's a Korean and this girl couldn't get more white under UV light. Still could be interesting to have a ripped abs blonde there with Aki. A little caramel and cream. Soy sauce and rice. Suppose I need to get her ready for her coming work day in two days. I'll need to see if she can take some orders and do them easily. Lets see, where should we start this little process. If she removes her pubic hair she can wear one of those little gstrings I have in that house, so I suppose I'll need to let her hands out. She can get lay down on the floor without resistance and offer me her pussy to get her hands let loose. Might be worth taking her out of town off to that little cabin and see if she'll do as she's told there. If I'm going to keep her, I'll need that Doctor to get me a prescription for that contraceptive implant thing, still he owes me for the way I helped him keep most of his money away from that bitch of an ex wife. Seems like I should write the long-term things down at the apartment. For now, the electric razor, one of those tiny string bikinis, the tall heels in black, the one piece dress and open holes.
Electric razor in hand, okay let's go. "See this Aki? You're going to use it to remove all of your pubic hair. Because if I come back in here with a single hair on your pussy, I'm going to fuck your ass only for the next 24 hours. Am I understood? I am? You'd like your hands free so you can do it? What do I get?" And the legs swing open like garden gates. "Oh you think I should get to fuck you?" Tears and nods. "You are offering it to me?" Tears, nods and fear... lots of fear. "Could you stop me taking it anyway?" Sobbing sounds, more tears, slow head shaking and more fear.
God ring gags are a brilliant idea. Obviously not a cocksucker by choice. Cringed at the sensation, chokes when you push in and complaining every time I push in deep. HAHAHAHA shes spreading her legs wider and looking up begging. I'll stay in here for a little longer girl. So now she leans back so she can make her open legs more obvious. Awww, she's begging for me to stop I think. Trying to bribe me to leave her mouth alone. Now I really will stay in here. Strong gag reflex it seems, so I'm guessing she'll have a chest covered in saliva or she'll throw up... Do I want to deal with vomit? Acidic stench on my cock and clinging around for the day. No, that smell hand around too much. Left cheek. Right cheek. Now she's paying attention. Still crying, but not trying to sob and done choking. That's interesting, didn't think she'd slide herself onto her back on the floor. Nicely done and legs wide open. I'll kneel down so she can see right into my face and I can reach her pussy "What do you think is going to happen if I let you go to work and you don't come back here?" God she's soaked down there. I wonder how much is saliva. Just use her hair as a towel for now, we can wash her off later. A strong look of fear. Might be time to take the gag out.
"You think I'd abduct you again. Good start.... Oh and you think you'd get beaten. That's probably true. Not get let out again? Very likely actually. Fucked often? Oh that's going to happen either way. No, you won't be allowed to say no to me. I can easily chain you up like this again and go to my day's work.
I think I'd probably also make sure you couldn't do much more than go to the toilet and wait for me to return. The walls here are rather well sound-proofed. It helps that I own all the apartments that share a wall with this one." There's that fear back. "Now, if you are ready to prove you're going to be good and turn back up here after your work in a couple of days, you're going to have a little test."
"Firstly, you're going to remove your pubic hair and each night you'll clean off any stubble. If you fail, you'll get fucked anally." Oh THERE is that fear reaction with a good mix of repulsion. She'll do it. Good. Starting to hit inside the mind. Got the idea I don't have a problem doing the things I say. "I'll be back here in about 15min, and I'll expect to see that job done. Yes, I'll untie your hands in a moment. I'll come back with a mirror first so you can see what you are doing."