Taking a Sick Day Off Work

Taking a Sick Day Off Work

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Taking a sick day off work to enjoy one's fantasies a man is rudely interrupted by his female bitch boss and is compelled to teach her a lesson she'll never forget. As well as indulge in some very long held sexual fantasies he has had for her for a very long time.

Summary

Taking a sick day off work to enjoy one's fantasies a man is rudely interrupted by his female bitch boss and is compelled to teach her a lesson she'll never forget. As well as indulge in some very long held sexual fantasies he has had for her for a very long time.

Chapter1 (v.1) - A Lesson in Man Management

Author Chapter Note

Enjoying a sick day off work I am rudely interrupted by my ambitious workaholic female boss. A woman I have harbored secret sexual fantasies for, for a very long time.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 20, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 20, 2017

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SICK DAY

She writhed and wiggled on the bed her blue eyes pleading with me to be released, I sat fixated upon her gorgeous curvy body, the large mounds held firm within the Burgundy silk bra, a small dollop of drool slid down her chin from the red ball gag lodged between her sensuous lips. Twisting on the bed she rolled on her side treating me to a view of incredible cleavage and heaving breasts from her exertions. More pleading followed, she wanted so much to be released, how long would she be kept here, what would become of her? All these questions were relayed by her eyes and no reply was forthcoming. My thoughts were violently interrupted by the ringing of my phone, ignoring it I continue to focus on the busty beauty in front of me. Twisting again I catch a glimpses of her Burgundy panties and the dark stay up stockings. Rolling out flat on her back now, her breasts heave rapidly from all her exertions. The phone keeps ringing. Rolling onto her side she brings her knees up and forces herself up into a kneeling position. Then with a flick of her head, her long red hair is cleared from her face leaving just a glare of defiance.The phone still keeps ringing, irritated I pick up the receiver. ‘Hello?’
‘Is the report done?’ Comes a curt female voice, for a moment I have no idea who it is. I instantly experience a sense of anger at being disturbed.


‘Who…’
‘It’s Jenna, have you completed the report?’
‘Yes, it’s on your desk…’
‘Well I can’t find it! You would choose this week of all weeks to go sick. Never mind I’ll find it.’ With that the line goes dead.


The red head still glares, then shakes her head again that gorgeous long red hair just seems to glide slowly through space, now I can see her entire face now, those piercing light grey eyes just glare in defiance, more drool is running down the side of her mouth from the tight ball gag, I can see she is biting down on the rubber ball trying to loosen it, but it stays lodged tight, secured between her very white teeth. Not receiving the response she hoped for the red head immediately rolls back on the bed and starts to wriggle twisting her wrists trying to work the rope free, but those knots are tight and will not budge. In a moment the defiance has gone to be replaced by those pleading eyes again. At that moment I become very aware of my erection, watching this captive beauty has made me the proud owner of an iron bar and it feels so good!


I’m suddenly brought out of my thoughts by a knocking at my door, followed by the door bell then the knocking again, then, the door bell, again and again! Annoyed at the disturbance I head for the door opening it angrily. ‘Alright, I can hear you.’ I snap opening the door only to find — Jenna!


‘Wake you up did I?’ She snaps. ‘I need that report and its not on my desk, it’s not on yours either and Denise tells me you took it home.’ I stand dumbstruck for a moment, at the sheer audacity of disturbing me at home, let alone the way she is talking to… No not talking to me, but — at me.
‘Yes.’ Is all I reply.
‘Yes? Yes what?
‘Yes, I have the report, I just remembered I did bring it home, it’s in my brief case I’ll get it for you,’ I turn and head back inside reach through the door to…
‘What’s that noise?’ Comes Jenna’s voice I turn startled as she is standing directly behind me, pauses for a moment then heads into…
‘No! Don’t go in…’
‘What the…’ Too late Jenna walks inside the room comes to a sudden halt and just stares at the red head. She looks from her to me then to her again, then to me and then her eyes drop down to - the huge erection nestling within my tracksuit bottoms. ‘Feeling better are we?’ Comes a sneer.
‘Much, thank you.’ I reply then reaching for the remote press pause instantly freezing the red head. Picking up the brief case I pull out the report and hand it to her. Snatching it from my hand, no thank you or anything she storms out.
‘You’re very welcome I’m sure.’ I growl She turns.


‘Excuse me?’
‘I said you’re very welcome. I do despise bad manners.’
‘Thank — you.’ She says sarcastically, ‘thank you Mr bondage pervert.’
‘What did you call me?’
‘Bondage — pervert. I’ve always thought you were a bit weird but this? This —  is just, just Disgusting!’
‘What I do in my own home is my business.’
‘Really? We’ll see about that.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, when I report this to personnel, when I tell them how you faked about being ill to indulge your perverted little fantasies, took confidential papers home, and…’
‘And?’
‘And, whatever else I can think of! You’re finished. Do you hear me? Finished!’ With that she makes to leave.


I don’t know what possessed me but before I knew it I slammed the front door and bared her way. Jenna came to a full stop just inches from me her pale blue eyes widened with anger ‘What do you think you’re doing?’
‘Who do you think you are?’ I began walking slowly but menacingly towards her, ‘Who the hell, do you think you are barging into my home, making judgements.’ As I advance slowly she backs away. ‘Issuing threats, criticising me, disrespecting me and my home.’ The last syllable sends a small spray of saliva over her face. She has backed herself against the wall holding the file across her chest like some sort of shield.
‘I, I just, just wanted…’ She stammers in fear.


‘Wanted what? Your dam file? Is it really so urgent you have to disturb me?’
‘We, we have a meeting…’
‘We always have meetings, and more meetings. The meetings about the meetings!’
‘It’s important!’ She states defensively.
‘They’re always important! Funny how so little ever seems to amount from them.’ She just stands silent unsure of what to do.
‘Get out! go, and take your dam report with you.’ I say stepping aside.
She makes to leave then as she heads through the doorway shouts: ‘Fucking pervert!’


What happens next is something of a blur, I see myself suddenly racing after her, her back is to me as she is reaching the front door slowly beginning to open it. My right hand clamps over mouth muting any scream, my other arm is across her chest pinning her arms, spinning her round and with jerk my arse back slam the front door shut. Shoving her face forward against the wall I pin her with my chest chest. Then stepping back lock both her arms behind her back forcing her to drop the file and frog march her into the bedroom shoving her forwards onto the bed. She struggles and tries to kick. In an instant I am on her pining her down. I force the thick cord of my robe into her mouth then tie it tight. Then grabbing at a nearby draw to my right I pull out a couple of ties and bind her wrists tightly behind her back then hooking her kicking legs in my arm tie her ankles. She wriggles wildly on the bed unable to get free. Loud protests emanate from the gag. Hard to understand but the meaning was clear "What the fuck do you think you’re doing?"


What the Hell was I doing? I stood for a moment contemplating that very question. As I watched her struggles I found myself incredibly turned on, Jenna was not anything like the striking beauty of my busty red head. But right here and now I had a real woman bound and gagged right in front of me and the effect was way off the scale I found from my DVD. In addition she was the manifestation of a long held masturbation fantasy, Jenna just wriggled for a moment, then lay still, chest heaving from the exertion. The look she gave me was a mixture of fear and defiance, fear mostly after all I had gone this far what was next? Rape perhaps? Lord knows the way I felt at that moment it was well on the menu. I was experiencing plethora of primal urges, Man take Woman to cave make plenty Boom! Boom! Very hard! The huge bulge in my tracksuit bottoms was testament to how I was feeling at that moment. Well - you get the picture.
My mind raced as to what to do. Up to this moment I had acted purely out of pure blind anger. Now as reason started to slowly return I had a gradual realisation that I had seriously fucked up! Or had I? That moment of doubt was suddenly kicked aside with an idea. Jenna just glared at me waiting for what was to follow, I wasn’t going to keep her in suspense long. Picking up my iphone from the side of the bed I began, to Jenna’s horror, started taking pictures of her bound and gagged. Once done I sat her up on the bed.


‘Do exactly as I tell you and I won’t hurt you, do you understand?’ Jenna nods. Untying her ankles I stood her up. Opening a draw I pull out a red rubber ball with leather straps attached. ‘I’m going to remove the gag and you’re going to take this in your mouth,’ glancing at it Jenna shakes her head. Grabbing her hair roughly in my hand makes her nod understanding. The gag comes out of her mouth and without a word of protest she takes the red ball between her teeth, the straps are quickly secured. Then, I untie her her wrists make her turn round to face me.


‘Strip.’ she blinks unable to process the command. ‘I said — strip. Jacket first.’ She starts to fumble at the buttons, ‘Slowly, very, very slowly.’ I instruct, Jenna obeys, glaring at me unbuttoning her jacket, slips it off holds it loose in her hand. Drop it, I whisper, the jacket falls to the floor. Now, the blouse.’ She obeys the blouse is pale blue, a colour I’ve noticed she has an affinity for. The blouse opens to reveal her very firm yet tits encased within a light blue satin bra, I am taken by their size she clearly makes considerable efforts to keep them covered. Tight arse bitch. The blouse joins the jacket. She stands in front of me hands on hips as if saying what now? I notice a small tell tale of drool on the side of her mouth, the ball gag is doing its thing. ‘Now lose the skirt.’ The side zip is unfastened followed by the catches and it slides down her legs she kicks it to the side. Jenna is now clad only in her satin bra and panties and to my delight stay up stockings! OH do I find those sexy! Far more sophisticated than suspender belts.


‘Turn around.’ For moment Jenna hesitates then does as instructed. ‘Put your wrists behind your back.’ She complies and I secure them with a leather strap followed by another just above her elbows. ‘Sit down,’ she does so on the edge of the bed and I apply two more straps encircling her arms and chest above and below her breasts. Then I make her lie back roll and wriggle on the bed Her ankles are then secured followed by her thighs and just above the knees. Standing back I am satisfied with the results and watch Jenna slowly wriggle on the bed in a futile attempt to get loose, the realisation follows quickly. Laying beside her on the bed I begin to stroke her thigh. ‘Shall I tell you a secret?’ I whisper in her ear. ‘I’ve fantasised about you like this many times, just like the red head next door.’ Jenna just glares at me. ‘I’ve even wanked myself imagining watching you writhing about just like you did a moment ago, it’s quite a mind blowing experience when I come all over your stomach and tits.’ Jenna just glares at me, but at the same time I notice something, her breathing is deep, slow, but deep, her nipples begin to protrude through the thin satin material. ‘Is this making you wet?’ I whisper in her ear, she shakes her head, but the evidence is pretty conclusive.


‘Oh I think it is.’ Again she shakes her head, ‘ah, the lady doth protest too much.’ The ice queen was indeed thawing. ‘Let’s see shall we?’ A cursory stroke of her panties tells me all I need. ‘You really are a dirty little slut aren’t you? Quite the repressed slut at that.’ Jenna closes her yes for a moment then shakes her head. But it’s too late.
‘Struggle!’ Jenna blinks at me, as if not comprehending the instruction. ‘I said. Struggle.’ At this she starts to wriggle and writhe on the bed, trying get free. Taking the iphone I begin to take photos, then record her. Her struggles get more vigours the protests begin, ‘Mmmmm,’ head shaking follows. In a moment I have my cock out and begin to stroke it, Jenna sees what I’m doing pauses for a moment in shock then - continues. Wriggling writhing even getting up on her knees facing me, glaring at me in defiance as I continue to wank myself off. Glaring at me she shakes her shoulders then her head drool runs down her mouth from the ball gag, her nipples are now poking out like bayonets through her bra. Then feeling it surging I step forward and it happens… I explode all over her face and tits, my cum runs down her cheeks, nose, the straps and ball, specks run down her chin and chest. She stares at me blinking not entirely sure what just had happened. Slipping my now semi hard cock back inside the track suit bottoms I turn off the iphone. Then from a draw on the bed side cabinet pull out a pack of wet wipes, clean myself up then gently do the same with Jenna. She lays quietly breathing deeply, the look in her eyes is one of disbelief. Laying beside her I stroke her hair. ‘I really enjoyed that, making a long held fantasy a reality. And I suspect you enjoyed it too.’ She shakes her head and makes an ‘Mmmmmmm’ noise, more drool runs down the sides of her mouth. "There’s just one more thing left." She looks at me with a quizzical look, I reach into my bedside cabinet and pull out a grey coloured object, her head shakes vigorously, making loud ‘Noommmmm’ noises.


‘Oh so you know what this is then do you?’ Jenna just stares making no movement or sounds. ‘You do don’t you?’ A small nod comes in response. ‘Good then you won’t mind demonstrating it for me will you?’ Again she shakes her head but I am already removing the straps above and below her knees. Another cursory inspection reveals that her panties are sodden. ‘You really are a dirty little slut Jenna and you know what happens to dirty little sluts don't you?’ Again she shakes her head but this soon changes as I place the Hitachi over her slit and it begins to give off a low hum. Gentle pressure is all that is needed, in moments her protests are giving way to ‘Mmmm’s’ of surprise, a brief moment of resistance and then… Her eyes are closed hips raise a little as the Hitachi works gently back and forth over her slit. I glance up at the iphone satisfying myself that it is again recording the event.


Jenna wriggles a little works her hips and begins to ‘Mmmmm’ in pleasure, I take my time I want her to be totally enraptured by what is taking place. Easing back I Release her ankles, then force her up on her knees, the Hitachi begins its work again and I slip out one of her gorgeous tits from its satin prison. The nipple is light brown and completely erect. My tongue brushes it making her shiver then circles it, then it is being sucked and lashed with my tongue, this makes her shiver and moan loudly. I feel myself hardening again knowing her tits are hot wired to her clit. The Hitachi is pressed a little firmer as I move to the over tit. Then work between them, I feel her beginning to climb up towards the precipice, slowly, varying the pressure and the attention to these mazing tits until… We are there, on the precipice, she is stiffening, thrusting her hips pushing her sodden sex against the Hitachi wanting — needing release. I hold back, hold back just a little longer, savouring the hold I now have over her. Then taking one last lick of what now an iron like nipple bite down on it with a slow gentle pressure whilst increasing the Hitachi against her clit.
She stiffens and convulses on her knees, throwing her head back as the Hitachi continues to work its magic. The convulsions continue and I ease back slowly, then lay her down and remove the ball gag. Her mouth is running with drool I clean it up, her breathing is rapid, beads of sweat run down between her tits. I leave her to recover and turn off the iphone. Jenna sits up on the side of the bed sipping cold water through a straw, emptying the glass she sits back a little. ‘Thank you,’ comes a hoarse whisper. The straps are removed and she gets to her feet a little unsteady. Then cleans herself down with some wet wipes I give her, at my instruction she starts to get dressed. Once done she stands in front of me with her jacket over her arm. ‘You won’t…’


‘Get away with this?’ I finish her line. ‘That’s rather cliche but I rather think I will, you may recall I took a few photos earlier? Along with this…’ Jenna looks at the screen and watches herself writhe bound and gagged on the bed. ‘And this…’ Jenna is now bound with straps and ball gagged on the bed. ‘And this…’ Jenna is kneeling up struggling then being covered in my cum. ‘One word from you and this goes to Personnel I’d love to see your explanation for it. Not to mention it appearing on youtube, face book, twitter and as email attachments to a lot of people at work.’


‘What,  what do you want?’


‘Other than keeping your mouth shut and leaving me alone in future — nothing. Oh, except, that you pop by from time to time for a little more fun with these…’ I say holding up the ball gag and straps ‘and this,’ holding up the Hitachi. ‘I want to watch you use it on yourself as well.’ She glares at me for a moment I can almost hear the cogs in her head turning trying to work out all sorts of permutations. She nods in resignation but I also a spot a small glint in her eyes. She makes to leave, you forgot your report, I say handing to her then walking her to the front door.


‘How long?’

‘Sorry?’
‘How long do you plan to hold this over me?’
‘For as long as I want Jenna. I expect you to visit me at least once a month —  for starters. See you soon.’ Jenna leaves and I head back to the front room where the red head is frozen in time, with a flick of the pause button she is released and continues with her struggles and moans.

 


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