At work she is the absolute boss but that does not feed her secret need to be controlled and used.
Avril was the unquestioned queen of her domain. It was just before 6pm on a Friday and the CEO was completing the week’s business with Trudy, her Personal Assistant.
“So, I think that’s about it for now. Put Jameison’s on your list for Monday to send them our final letter and make me a note to remind me to chase up Throgmorton Street and then we are done for the week. Enjoy your weekend”.
Trudy bustled from the office and Avril stood up and stretched. This was going to be of those special weekends and oh, how she needed it.
Anyone watching would have seen a very well-dressed business-woman leave the office building and step straight into a cab which she had ordered. There must be no record of where she went so she had the cab drop her in the town center from where she walked to a large, old house with impressive front steps and a large man in a dark suit standing at the top of the steps. He did not give her a second glance as she went past him and through the heavy glass doors and then through the opulent foyer to the reception desk. She told the female receptionist that she was Jane and that she was expected. The receptionist knew exactly who Jane was and she knew what to do – she pressed one button on the internal phone and reported that Jane had arrived.
Almost immediately a well-dressed woman came into the foyer through an unmarked door and curtly told Jane to come with her. They went past the bar and restaurant and through another nonde*********** door which led them down a staircase which curved to the left and into another corridor with many doors on either side. The doors each had a single letter on a nameplate.
The woman opened one door into what proved to be a bare concrete room containing a bucket with a lid and a small single bed with an iron frame, a blue plastic mattress and no sheet or blanket. Between the door and the bed, a pile of white canvas and leather straps lay on the floor.
There was no conversation. The demeanor of the woman gave the message that she was very busy and really did not have time for this annoying chore. She told Jane to remove all her clothes and then she stood and watched as the order was obeyed. Next, she pointed at Jane’s jewelry; watch, earrings, bracelet and rings – all had to come off and be handed over to the woman who placed them into a zip lock bag which she took from her jacket pocket.
“Wipe your face”.
The woman handed over a disposable makeup wipe and Jane did her best to remove all her lipstick and eye shadow but she was not allowed time to do a proper job so, in the absence of a mirror, she was fairly sure that she now had streaks on her face.
The woman picked up the strait jacket from the floor and Jane stood and allowed the woman to place her into the horrible garment and pull the straps as tight as she could. The only other item on the floor was a large rubber ballgag which had been beneath the jacket. This was now forced into Jane’s mouth and the woman lowered her to the floor.
The woman walked around Jane observing her from every angle then she reached down and began to paw the exposed buttocks which the jacket was too short to cover. Fingers dug into the flesh causing Jane to make involuntary movements and grunting sounds and then the stinging slaps began on alternate buttocks. All Jane could do was to lay on the floor feeling her straps biting into her and to scream as each slap landed and her poor flesh became redder and hotter. The last act of the woman was to wrap a broad strip of Velcro around the ankles of her victim.
Suddenly the woman had finished and she turned to leave. Jane heard the click as the door was locked from the outside. Jane found herself alone face down on the concrete floor willing her breathing to settle down after the harsh hand slapping. Every inch of her body seemed to be compressed by the ungiving restraint jacket and the straps on the end of the sleeves meant that her arms felt as if they were being pulled off as they were held across the front of her body. The gag was prompting her to salivate so she was dribbling uncontrollably.
Jane’s outside world was one of pressure where one dare not show weakness and it was essential to be totally in control knowing that a wrong decision could result in huge losses or, even worse, irrecoverable loss of face or status. Here there was no such pressure. Jane had no power at all, nor even any basic rights. She could not make a wrong choice because all choice had been taken away from her. Somehow it was all the more delicious that the considerable expense of this ordeal was coming out of her own funds and not from her lavish corporate entertainments budget. It would have been easy to put Laodamia’s on a company invoice as they were a top-level dining club but it seemed right that, in effect, Jane was not only suffering considerable humiliation and torment but also taking a personal financial loss.
A human body is unable to keep still when bound, it instinctively struggles which does at least ease the boredom. Jane could not help wriggling in a futile search for a comfortable position. Of course, she very soon lost all sense of time but she was certain that she remained on the hard, cold concrete floor for many hours and she did not hear the door unlock but she was very relieved to see that woman who had put her into her restraints. The woman asked, quite kindly, if Jane would like to be released and Jane nodded vigorously and the woman took away the gag but then she took a white, canvas hood from her pocket and forced it over Jane’s head despite Jane’s protests. There were air holes in the hood but they were nowhere near her eyes so Jane was now in darkness. She heard the door shut and lock and she settled for more boredom but this time with her air restricted to whatever could come in via the holes in the hood. Jane forced herself not to struggle as she soon found that physical activity made her hot and breathless.
It was not long after this that the door opened again and strong, definitely male hands unstrapped the broad canvas band which ran between her legs. The jacket was pulled up to expose her belly and pubis and she was forced down on her back and the Velcro was removed from her ankles.
For an agonizing second, nothing happened and then his weight came down on top of her body and she felt the tip of his shaft at her intimate opening. She felt her temperature shoot upwards as there had been no foreplay and she was not in an aroused state to receive him. Then he was entering her by sheer force and she screamed into her hood. Again, and again he partially withdrew and rammed home once more. He did not speak but was making the brutal, primaeval sounds probably first heard in caves where stone age man lived. His noises were interspersed with foul words, mostly describing his victim.
And then he withdrew, leaving her wet, aching and panting and he turned her onto her belly before putting his hands under her body and yanking her buttocks upwards. She knew what was coming and screamed with all her might; she was also twisting and turning her body to make it difficult for him to achieve his aim but it was useless.
Some women actually enjoy being taken in the rear but, for most, to be treated like a bitch being mated on a street corner is deeply distasteful. Fortunately, the man seemed to have a limited endurance after his previous efforts and this part of the torment seemed quite brief. He threw her down to the floor like a discarded toy and she was again alone, covered in sweat and stinking of semen. Jane did not know it but Laodamia’s does not have men on its staff who provide this sort of service however the partners do know men who will take on ad hoc work and come in when needed.
It had been entirely deliberate that Jane never saw and had no idea of anything about the man who had taken her so violently. The woman returned eventually and roused Jane from the troubled sleep into which she had fallen. But this was not the end of her sentence. Her hood was wrenched off and the jacket was taken from her then the woman ordered her to lie face down on the bed. Her hands were dragged behind her back and she was handcuffed and then another set of handcuffs were applied to her ankles.
“If you need to use the bucket, you should be able to shuffle over to it. You are going to be locked in and you will be released and discharged when someone has time to deal with you”.
Jane was in a troubled sleep filled with frightening dreams when a younger woman entered her cell carrying her clothes from yesterday in an untidy, unfolded bundle together with the zip-lock bag containing her jewelry. All this was tossed onto the floor and the woman removed Jane’s chains and watched while she dressed.
There was no conversation as Jane was escorted back to Reception and shown to the door. She tottered weakly down the steps very aware of her disarrayed hair and suspecting that her face was streaked with tears and the remains of the makeup which she had so carefully applied on Friday morning. To everyone who saw the woman making her way homewards, she must have looked like a drunk who had slept the night in a gutter somewhere. Certainly, that thought was very evident in the disapproving glances which came her way but her need for punishment had been sated until the next time and in some strange way, the sneering of well-dressed strangers, and the deep feelings of being harshly judged, were an essential part of what she craved.