Jane and Bob               by: Jane Lincoln

 

Part One

 

"Janie!" he exclaimed, holding his coffee cup in front of him, shaking it like some Roman emperor demanding wine from one of his serving slaves. Damn him! I thought as I turned my chair, stood up and strode into his office. I smoothed my tight skirt a bit as I rose.

To say his eyes devoured me would be an understatement! He stared directly at my white blouse, ogling my ample breasts. I was dressed conservatively – it WAS a business office after all – but in a moment I felt as naked as a stripper on stage as his look undressed me, stripped me naked in his imagination.

I walked into his office, my pumps making little ‘click, click’ noises on the hardwood floor, and meekly took the proffered cup. Turning I felt his hot gaze burn into my backside as I tried to sway and jiggle as little as possible. The two inch heels and tight skirt made that impossible I knew. Against my will I flushed a bit, hot blood going to my face and neck.

I fixed his coffee as I knew he preferred it, black, one spoon of sugar. Stirring it in the coffee nook I saw nobody else around. For an instant I considered spitting in the black liquid or even making a short stop by the restroom to add another fluid, but rejected that thought. I brought the now full coffee cup back. By now he was on the telephone and pretended to ignore me but I sensed his eyes on my backside again as I left his office.

Dammit! I thought as I returned to typing the memo I’d been working on. Why does he have to be such a prick? Nice looking guy, mid-thirties, trim, handsome. Dark hair, the kind of brooding good looks women had been falling for since the days of the cave man. Fit, obviously worked out. And to top it all off he had a new assistant who had a Master’s degree and was working on her PhD.

Yep, that’s me, Jane Lincoln, soon-to-be girl PhD. And the education wasn’t in Creative Flower Arraigning either; nope – Electrical Engineering. So howcum I wasn’t working as an Engineer? I’d gotten an offer to do my doctorial work at a well known but out of the way University, studying under one of the greatest Professors of modern times. Only catch was, the University was in a more or less disadvantaged economic area. Jobs were scarce. I could have taken a position grading papers at school but the hours were lousy and the pay almost nonexistant.

So to make ends meet I’d signed up at a local temp agency. They’d sent me to this place, and out of the way manufacturing plant not far from school. I’d been here two weeks, assigned to Bob Christianson.

Two weeks in hell.

I was just so damn mad at the jerk! He’d interviewed me, looking me up and down, obviously more impressed with my below the shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, and trim figure than any possible qualifications I could have had for being his assistant. He stared directly at my breasts during the entire interview. Well, I was used to getting this from males – sometimes being an attractive female is a curse – and I’ve found the best solution is simply to ignore them. Sooner or later they get tired of staring and the starers usually are too timid to do anything about it anyway. They watch pitifully, perched on their bar stools, sipping their beer and ogling the tits, while men who have learned to never never NEVER look anywhere but directly into a girl’s eyes go home with those same women.

But I never had a boss who ogled. I’d heard about this from other women of course, but Bob was my first.

And it was getting a little old.

Time to do something about this, I thought as I sat on my little swivel chair and fumed. Time he was taught a lesson.

And so I began to flirt with Mr. Boss Man. Not too obviously at first. I’d stare into his open office until he raised his eyes to meet mine; then I’d let our gazes meet for a second and smile slightly before looking down demurely. When I got one of my hourly "coffee calls" instead of working to limit the natural swaying of my behind I accentuated it ever so slightly. I made certain I wore my best Victoria’s Secret lingerie under my conservative office skirts and blouses. Ever so often I allowed Bob to catch a glimpse of lace, a flash of a strap, a swirl or silken material.

Bob began to respond almost immediately. He’d obviously heard all about sexual harassment and had been warned about the consequences of unwelcome advances in the workplace, but nevertheless he was a man and his little head was gradually taking over from his big head as I continued my subdued flirting.

Finally it was too much. He joking asked me to lunch one day. I accepted and he took me to a nice restaurant not far from work. Talk was noncommittal, the weather, the company, his new car. Under the surface there was a sexual tension. I knew he wanted me, would take me right there in the crowded restaurant with everyone looking on. I was excited in spite of myself. I wondered what I’d do if he tried that; flung me onto the table and ripped my clothes off. Would I be able to fight him off?

Would I want to? Or would I take it like a wanton slut, moaning and squirming as he pounded me, begging for more…

I shook myself out of my daydream. Bob was still prattling on unaware of my girlish daydream. In a few moments I had recovered and except for a slight dampness between my legs I was back to normal and back on my planned course. What I had in store for Mr. Christenson would ultimately be even more satisfying than any girlish rape fantasy!

Three more lunches and two weeks’ more flirting and Bob finally worked up the nerve to ask me out for drinks after work. I agreed and gave him my address and directions to my apartment on campus. He showed up promptly at seven.

I’d thought about the best approach to take. Should I dress as the demure office assistant, or the wanton female searching for a satisfying evening of physical stimulation? I didn’t want to scare him, as I needed him pliant and receptive if the next part of my plan had any chance of success. I looked through my closet and finally decided to go for the high end.

I picked out a sheer white blouse and peach bra. The bra would be clearly visible through the thin cami and blouse. The effect was to accentuate my ample breasts. I chose a short, tight skirt which barely covered my ass – I’d have to be careful sitting down tonight I thought – and peach T-back panties. Thigh high nylons with lacy tops and black four inch pumps completed the outfit. I wore my hair naturally, falling in soft waves down my neck and over my shoulders. Minimal makeup except the brightest, reddest lipstick I thought I could get away with. It went well with my bright red fingernails.

Looking at myself in the mirror I almost decided to change the skirt; it was a bit too short. The tops of my thigh highs showed a bit, and would be clearly visible when I sat and the skirt rode up.

As I was turning toward the closet to pick another skirt the bell rang. Saved (or cursed) by the bell! I opened the door for Bob.

His reaction made the two hours I’d spent getting ready worth it. Poor guy – I thought he was going to choke! His eyes bugged out and he couldn’t speak for several moments. Finally he managed to stammer, "Wow!"

Looking down demurely I couldn’t help notice the huge bulge in his trousers. I smiled slightly. "I take it you like?" I said teasingly.

Like he did! He couldn’t take his eyes off me. We went to dinner then drinks and dancing. After a few drinks his libido wasn’t subdued a bit. We danced a few fast songs then a long, slow love song. As he held me close I felt his obvious erection pressing against the thin cloth barrier between us. I slowly rubbed my warmth against him and felt him begin to throb. He held me tightly. I could feel a warm wetness spreading from the center of my being, a melting. It had been nearly a year; I could use a man tonight I thought.

But on my terms.

And so when Bob brought me home he was a bit inebriated but still quite horny. This was about as I wished him to be; he would be thinking of his satisfaction, of having me, and would be eager to agree to whatever I wanted to get into my silken panties.

I smiled at Bob as I unlocked my door. I pulled him inside; he began kissing me, holding me tight against his male hardness. I responded in spite of myself, rolling my hips against him and meeting his probing kisses. I sensed he was moments from throwing me on the floor and taking me right then and there and to be perfectly honest I would have enjoyed that. I wanted him!

Then reason came back. How would he act at work afterwards? He’d no doubt brag to his buddies about bagging his sexy assistant. I’d get knowing looks from everyone, smirks. Plus, he’d become more of a jerk than he already was. That I couldn’t bear! I pushed him back, stepped back. He was panting, reaching for me…

"Stop, Bob," I breathed. "Wait, darling; just a minute, please…"

Bob stopped, waiting for me to make the next move. I suppose he thought I needed to go to the bathroom or something. In a way he was right – we WOULD be going to the bathroom soon.

"Bob, darling," I whispered, "I want you soooo badly…"

"Yeah, baby, I want you too!"

"…but I need to know you really care for me; that this won’t be just a one night stand."

I saw a confident look come over his face. He had obviously heard this kind of female prattle before. His look said, "If I let her carry on a bit she’ll justify this and I can have her." He decided to wait me out.

But my suggestion wasn’t what Bob expected. Not by a long shot!

"Bob," I said, "I want you to do something for me. Just for me, you understand; not for yourself." He nodded. "Are you willing to prove you really care for me and respect me by putting me first?"

"Sure, baby, anything you say. You know I respect you!"

"Well, ok then. There’s something I want, that I’ve always wanted my men to do. To prove yourself to me would you be willing to sleep with me tonight and not climax?" I saw his face fall. "We could be naked, holding each other, side by side…" He perked up. I could tell what he was thinking, "I’ll kiss her and lick her and she’ll give in!"

"Yes, of course, Jane, if that’s what you want," Bob said.

"Darling, I know this will be difficult. I don’t know if I can keep myself away from you tonight," I said seductively. "Would you help me, darling Bob? Help me be a good girl?"

Well, I could tell he wanted to help me be anything BUT good but he breathlessly said, "Of course, Jane, anything you want."

"Bob, I have something I want you to wear for me. It’s really quite comfortable I’ve been told and it’ll really let me trust myself with you. Will you do this for me?"

"What is it?" Bob asked suspiciously. I could tell I was losing him. "Help me unzip my skirt, darling," I asked him. That did it! The little brain took over again. I felt a slight release of pressure as the zipper in the back of my skirt slid down six inches. Bob could see the back of my peach T-back disappearing down the crack of my ass.

"Wait here, " I told him. I slipped out of my pumps and padded across the floor to the bedroom. I returned in a moment with a small velvet pouch and a jar of water soluble lubricant. Bob’s eyes followed me as I padded into the kitchen and got a plastic bowl from the cabinet. I opened the refrigerator and filled the bowl with ice from the freezer.

"Sit down, Bob," I told him, indicating the couch against one wall. Bob walked over and sat, his eyes still on me. I strolled over, set the pouch, lubricant, and ice on the floor in front of the couch, and sank slowly to my knees.

Bob was obviously curious but his curiosity quickly turned to excitement as I began to unbuckle his belt. His hands flew down and in a flash his pants and underwear were in a heap on the floor.

His erection was scrumptious! Almost seven inches, throbbing, pointing straight up in the ultimate salute to my womanhood. I was proud of the reaction I’d generated. It was almost a shame to kill it.

"Ow! Yikes!" Bob flinched and jumped as the ice in my hand touched his balls. "Relax, darling," I said. "You’re going to enjoy this; relax!"

Bob settled back onto the couch. I could see the brief contact with the frozen liquid was already doing its job: Bob’s erection was visibly smaller. A bit more rubbing with the ice around his balls and penis and he’d shrunk to his normally flaccid size.

Bob’s eyes were closed, a grimace on his face, which was just as well – I didn’t really want him to see this part. Reaching into the velvet sack I dumped its contents onto the floor. There were several hard black plastic rings and a short plastic sheath, about an inch in diameter and three inches long. The sheath was capped on one end except for a small hole. The other end was open and had a quarter inch slit on top.

I dipped my finger in the lubricant and smeared a bit inside the sheath. It would be a tight fit but that was the idea after all! I didn’t want it binding going on; I knew I’d have one chance at this and I’d better get it right. I guessed at the correct ring size; a quick prayer to the female Gods and I grabbed the one I thought would best fit.

The ring wasn’t closed; the ends hung a bit apart and were flattened a bit. Each end had a small hole drilled in it. I put my left hand, thumb and forefinger in a circle behind Bob’s balls. I held him this way for a second, feeling him begin to become aroused. I quickly released him, spread the ring a bit, and quickly slipped it over his dick and behind his balls where my hand had just been.

For an instant Bob must have thought I had my hand around him again. He made no move to escape and I quickly slid the plastic tube over his soft penis. The ends of the ring fit into the slot. I quickly hooked a tiny brass padlock through the ring ends and with a soft "click" Mr Asshole Boss was my sissy slave.

"What the fuck??!!!??" Bob exclaimed as he looked down. "Whaaaattt?"

"Easy, darling," I purred. "Like I told you, this is just my little helper. Do you like it?"

"No! Take it off!"

"Ok, whatever you want," I told him. "But if it comes off, you go." I stood up and began unbuttoning my blouse. "Or would you rather stay? Just a little while?"

Bob didn’t know WHAT to do! Something in my tone told him I was serious, that he’d be booted out with a raging hard on if he insisted I remove the cage he was now in. He didn’t want that!

On the other hand the plastic sheath would definitely prevent any kind of satisfaction for him. In fact it was already too tight; he was becoming excited in spite of himself and had already filled the tube. Reaching down he touched the smooth plastic. He couldn’t even touch himself with it on!

But Bob was a man after all. And not to brag, but I’ve never known a man who would (or could) leave while I ever so slowly undressed. And Bob was probably thinking I’d give in and remove the device in a few minutes anyway…and this was getting interesting…

I let my eyes half close and my head roll back as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I began to sway slowly as it fell down my smooth shoulders. Lifting my arms I pulled my cami over my head. My skirt, already unzipped, fell in a heap on the floor.

I was swaying, turning now clad in peach panties and bra, and my thigh high nylons. I could see Bob begin to squirm as his poor pecker tried unsuccessfully to harden inside its sheath. He was in a bit of pain I was happy to see. The idea of that excited me and I felt myself becoming wet, imagining what would soon follow. Poor Bob! I didn’t envy him the night he was about to experience!

I danced like this for a bit, enjoying his discomfort. Finally turning my back to him I unhooked the front clasp of my bra. Covering myself with my arms I dangled it in front of his hungry eyes then dropped the silken garment onto his shoulder. He picked it up, rubbed it, held it to his face and inhaled my female scent.

Good, I thought. "Bob, follow me," I told him. I swayed off into the bedroom, Bob close behind.

In the darkness of my bedroom I lit a few candles. I helped him remove the rest of his clothes. "Are you alright, darling?" I asked teasingly. "Want me to stop? I don’t want to torture you."

"No, no, don’t stop!" Bob pleaded.

"Very well, " I told him. "But first a few rules, ok?"

He nodded. "First, you may have your cage removed any time you request it, immediately and without question, BUT you will then leave and will never ever have another date with me or any kind of personal relationship with me. Understand?"

Again, Bob nodded agreement. "Second, I am now the boss. You will immediately and without question do anything I say without arguing or whining," I explained sternly. "Refusal or hesitance to obey will earn my wrath and my wrath will be followed by punishment. Is that clear?" Another nod. "Good, now on your knees."

Bob dropped to the floor immediately. I sat on the edge of the bed. He looked so helpless and cute, kneeling at my feet wearing the chastity device I’d locked him into. No escape! I wondered if this excited him as much as it did me. I was half tempted to get the key and take the tube and ring off, to take him inside me, to feel him thrust and hold me, to feel his hot sperm shooting deep into me. But I had other plans!

I held up a stocking clad foot. "Rub my foot, "I commanded. Bob began to rub and caress my foot through the thin nylon. He did a good job; I let him continue for several minutes before switching feet. It felt heavenly! I lay back on my elbows on the bed, head back, hair dangling down.

Finally raising myself I looked directly into his eyes. "Kiss my foot!" Bob hesitated then began to delicately kiss the top of my foot. "Lower – I want you to kiss my toes." He obeyed, his mouth hot against my feet. "Lick them now!" Again he hesitated, then his tongue came out and he licked a bit.

Apparently he found the taste to his liking! Bob soon was licking and sucking my toes through my stocking, sucking on each toe. Opening his mouth wide he even managed to put all my toes into his mouth at once. This boy was talented!

The warmth in my loins was spreading; I was sopping wet. I knew my wetness was visible on the front of my panties as I leaned back, eyes half closed. I knew his eyes were on my crotch, imagining what lay behind the silken barrier, wondering how I would squirm as he licked me, how I would taste, how I would smell. I felt his tongue on my toes; my imagination transposed his attention upward…

My first climax took me by surprise. As I felt it wash over me, felt my nipples harden, I began to moan and my hips bucked upward involuntarily. Warm waves washed over my body; the wetness between my legs was now a swamp! I felt my muscles clenching something which wasn’t there; felt an emptiness, a desire to be filled.

Bob was panting now, in obvious pain as the cruel plastic restricted him to semi flaccid state. As I came down slowly I looked into his eyes and smiled. He continued to suck my toes but I pushed him back; I wanted something else this time and he would provide it!

Rising, I opened stood and removed my wet nylons. Turning my back to my now-so-docile boss I opened the drawer of the nightstand and got my vibrator. There was something else there I needed: I retrieved the silvery item and turning quickly moved behind Bob.

"Let me have your hands, behind your back," I instructed my slave. He quickly compiled and I snapped a pair of handcuffs on, immobilizing him. Still standing behind him I removed my sopping panties. I pulled them down over his head so the crotch rested against his nose.

Inhaling my scent Bob almost fainted! I saw the plastic cock cage rise and fall, thump-thump-thump, and wondered if he’d be able to get excited enough to climax with it on. But no, he’d have to be hard for that and the plastic wouldn’t allow that. But he was obviously in pain!

Time to add to his pain! "Open your mouth!" I twisted the vibtator; as it began its buzzing I inserted the handle end between Bob’s lips and past his parted teeth. "Hold that!" I moved back and sat on the bed.

Bob didn’t need to be told what to do! As I lay back on my elbows on the bed and spread my legs I felt the vibrator slide smoothly inside my dripping pussy. I began to hump the sex toy; involuntarily my hips began to roll. My climax came almost immediately; no more than fifteen seconds after the humming vibrator entered me I was moaning and thrashing in pleasure.

In and out, in and out – for the next half hour I used my former boss as a toy. I lost track of my climaxes; they stacked one after the other into a crescendo of pleasure. Moaning, writhing, twisting I was like a bitch in heat as I allowed myself to be satisfied. My gushing pussy made a huge wet spot on the bed, physical evidence of the pleasure I was receiving.

Over and over and over, on and on and on, pausing only occasionally to retrieve the vibrator when an exceptionally strong thrust of my hips knocked it from Bob’s mouth. Finally, exhausted, I stood and removed the vibrator from Bob’s mouth and the handcuffs from his wrists. "Can you behave yourself tonight?" I asked. "I can chain you to the foot of the bed and you can sleep on the floor if you think you can’t keep from bothering me, you know."

Bob was shaking but agreed to allow me to sleep. We lay side by side in the bed and he held me as I drifted off to sleep. Bob was not so fortunate I knew; I could feel him pulsing through the plastic sheath.

But he couldn’t do anything about it, after all.

 

 

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