job on Monday. If
you’re still around and in no rush to get home, perhaps I could
make a start on the charm offensive and buy you a drink after
work.”
“Well... yes! That would be... that would be fine,” replied
Emily, her cheeks blushing. It sounded like she’d been asked out on
a date, which of course would be scandalous for a married woman,
but how could she possibly refuse.
Adam smirked. “I’ll see you at seven then... Oh, and Emily –
that’s not very smart!”
“Wha...”
“Your scarf!” said Adam as he took a few steps forward to
stand directly in front of a trembling young woman. “A bit uneven,”
Adam added with a grin as he took hold of Emily’s scarf and
adjusted it, tightening the knot slightly whilst tapping at the
collar that lay beneath. “There! That’s much better. Appearance is
everything – don’t you agree?”
Emily was left speechless – the man was a Master of control
indeed!
Chapter 9
At seven o’clock on the dot Emily was standing alone outside
the elevator door on the top floor, the receptionist having
thankfully gone home at five-thirty. Holding her Chanel bag which
contained her leash, and still wearing her hidden leather collar
under a silk scarf, she excitedly pressed the call button and
watched as the display above the door indicated the answer to the
summons. Emily wasn’t sure what to expect. But whatever was to
unfold – a celebratory drink in a nearby bar, or hopefully
something more intimate – Emily knew that she had been summoned,
just like the elevator, and that she would do whatever Her Nemesis
demanded.
As the elevator approached, Emily’s pulse rate quickened. How
he managed the trick was a mystery, but for the past six weeks when
Emily worked late, Her Master had always been there, waiting inside
the elevator to accompany her down. For the first four weeks it was
only as far as the ground floor, and during the descent Emily had
been verbally abused, subjected to obscenities and vulgar
suggestions which she grew to crave like a drug, hating herself for
her addiction, but always coming back for more. Then on the last
two occasions they had gone further - down to the basement and the
washroom that was there. Emily fervently hoped Her Master would
take her there again this evening and celebrate his new job with
the promised rutting of Emily’s ravenous pussy.
By the time the elevator arrived, Emily’s heart was pounding
like a drum in her chest. The doors parted to that frantic beat and
Emily prepared to offer her congrats, hoping they would be well
accepted. But it was a gasp that she uttered and her heart almost
stopped. Much to Mrs. Johnson’s bitter angst, the elevator was
empty inside! Another of life’s little surprises had smacked her in
the face – and this one really packed a punch. Emily was left
reeling by the vacancy of thin air.
Not sure what to do, Emily held the door open. It had never
crossed her mind to call Her Master to confirm the arrangement and
agree where they would meet. The message had been clear, or at
least it had seemed that way – and Her Master always found her,
here waiting at the elevator door up on the top floor, ready to be
taken down. But perhaps it was just a joke - another teasing game
being played, causing her to stay late then standing her up on the
date.
Emily considered calling Adam Wolf’s extension. She had
already found it out and memorised the number. It would be a casual
call, just to check if he was still in the office – perhaps he was
running late. Naturally Emily would tell him she would wait; or if
there was no reply, she would go down to the basement and hope to
find him there. But that seemed wrong – an order had been given,
albeit disguised as an attempt to charm, and Emily knew she would
be expected to follow it. Checking up on Her Master would only
incur his wrath, and that was not something Emily wanted to
do.
She got in the elevator and pressed the button for the
basement. At this
you’re still around and in no rush to get home, perhaps I could
make a start on the charm offensive and buy you a drink after
work.”
“Well... yes! That would be... that would be fine,” replied
Emily, her cheeks blushing. It sounded like she’d been asked out on
a date, which of course would be scandalous for a married woman,
but how could she possibly refuse.
Adam smirked. “I’ll see you at seven then... Oh, and Emily –
that’s not very smart!”
“Wha...”
“Your scarf!” said Adam as he took a few steps forward to
stand directly in front of a trembling young woman. “A bit uneven,”
Adam added with a grin as he took hold of Emily’s scarf and
adjusted it, tightening the knot slightly whilst tapping at the
collar that lay beneath. “There! That’s much better. Appearance is
everything – don’t you agree?”
Emily was left speechless – the man was a Master of control
indeed!
Chapter 9
At seven o’clock on the dot Emily was standing alone outside
the elevator door on the top floor, the receptionist having
thankfully gone home at five-thirty. Holding her Chanel bag which
contained her leash, and still wearing her hidden leather collar
under a silk scarf, she excitedly pressed the call button and
watched as the display above the door indicated the answer to the
summons. Emily wasn’t sure what to expect. But whatever was to
unfold – a celebratory drink in a nearby bar, or hopefully
something more intimate – Emily knew that she had been summoned,
just like the elevator, and that she would do whatever Her Nemesis
demanded.
As the elevator approached, Emily’s pulse rate quickened. How
he managed the trick was a mystery, but for the past six weeks when
Emily worked late, Her Master had always been there, waiting inside
the elevator to accompany her down. For the first four weeks it was
only as far as the ground floor, and during the descent Emily had
been verbally abused, subjected to obscenities and vulgar
suggestions which she grew to crave like a drug, hating herself for
her addiction, but always coming back for more. Then on the last
two occasions they had gone further - down to the basement and the
washroom that was there. Emily fervently hoped Her Master would
take her there again this evening and celebrate his new job with
the promised rutting of Emily’s ravenous pussy.
By the time the elevator arrived, Emily’s heart was pounding
like a drum in her chest. The doors parted to that frantic beat and
Emily prepared to offer her congrats, hoping they would be well
accepted. But it was a gasp that she uttered and her heart almost
stopped. Much to Mrs. Johnson’s bitter angst, the elevator was
empty inside! Another of life’s little surprises had smacked her in
the face – and this one really packed a punch. Emily was left
reeling by the vacancy of thin air.
Not sure what to do, Emily held the door open. It had never
crossed her mind to call Her Master to confirm the arrangement and
agree where they would meet. The message had been clear, or at
least it had seemed that way – and Her Master always found her,
here waiting at the elevator door up on the top floor, ready to be
taken down. But perhaps it was just a joke - another teasing game
being played, causing her to stay late then standing her up on the
date.
Emily considered calling Adam Wolf’s extension. She had
already found it out and memorised the number. It would be a casual
call, just to check if he was still in the office – perhaps he was
running late. Naturally Emily would tell him she would wait; or if
there was no reply, she would go down to the basement and hope to
find him there. But that seemed wrong – an order had been given,
albeit disguised as an attempt to charm, and Emily knew she would
be expected to follow it. Checking up on Her Master would only
incur his wrath, and that was not something Emily wanted to
do.
She got in the elevator and pressed the button for the
basement. At this
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