Teaching the Boss A Lesson (open for two more DEDICATED players)

[slippedhalo]

OOC: I am looking to create a thread with one or two other players where the bitchy boss gets taught the art of submission by her underlings in the workplace. My idea is that perhaps a couple of people recently fired by their hot manager hatch a plan to teach her what it's like to feel dominated since she is a very domineering boss. They kidnap her from the parking garage of the office and take her to a remote and old fashioned house in the country where they have set up all sorts of ways to 'teach her' a lesson. Their goal is to turn her into a submissive sex slave, keep her around for a few weeks and then give her the choice to go back to her old way of life or stay in the new one at the end of the 'training'.

The house has heat and electricity but no telephones.


I am looking for: either two Masters or a Master and Masteress pair.


IC:

Gillian Colmes

Age: 28
Marketing and Research Department Head at Kastrov Products
Phys Descrip: (See signature links at bottom of page for a pic) long red hair, pale porcelain skin, large expressive dark brown eyes, full lips. well grommed, trimmed pussy, round ass, small waist, size b breasts.

Gillian has worked hard to get to her place in the company and takes no bullshit from anyone. She is a workaholoc who is often verbally abusive to her employees when they don't give the effort she wants, and that is most of the time. She's known around the workplace (behind her back) as 'The Bitch'. Her employees fear and hate her.

 

[Stegral]

depending on what you have "planned" for her training I might be so inclined
I in lit/post every day if this is good enough?

 

[slippedhalo]

Oh, that's totally up to you kidnappers. I will adapt to whatever. Oh, perhaps nothing too extreme though. We're not looking for torture as much as taunting and teasing. Mild pain is ok, spanking, pinching, bondage ect. But no cruelty, ok?

 

[macmillian]

Teaching the Boss A Lesson

OOC : Hello. Do you still a place open for one more kidnapper? This sounds like a different but intersting thread.

My idea
Harrison Robert Battle
age; 33
appearance; 6'3" tall, 250 lbs (slightly overweight), short brown hair (crewcut) and brown eyes. Strong build and a strong mind.

Bio
Graduated prep school and LSU, Played football (defensive end), Degree in Business Marketing & Sales. Went right to work for Kastrov Products and in that time rose to Assistent Manger of Marketing & Research, expected promotion to head of dept. Then along came Gillian Colmes! The rest is history.

 

[slippedhalo]

To macmillian: Welcome.

To readers: WE ARE STILL SEARCHING FOR ONE OF THE TWO OTHER MAIN CHARACTERS.

 

[slippedhalo]

It had been a long, hard day. Gillian was among the last to leave the office, as per usual despite the fact that she really looked forward to getting home and having some time to relax after having had to give a few employees the axe and even more some serious grief over recent fuck ups. She would have left earlier if she trusted her underlings but she just had no faith that they could even close up properly without her breathing down their necks so she was stuck in a bad mood and anxious to go, waiting until everyone else had left to go home.

With a sigh, she checked her voicemail messages on her cell phone as she headed out of the elevator to the parking garage, her high heels making echoing click-clack noises on the pavement of the near empty garage shared with the other businesses in the high-rise. A soft shuffling noise made her pause and take the phone away from her ear a moment to quickly look around. She had never heard of any robberies or attacks in this part of town and no problems with the garage, even despite it's creepy feel. Looking around she saw she was all alone, shrugged away her 'willies' and continued toward her car, pressing the alarm release on her keychain as she took out her keys.

 

[macmillian]

Teaching the Boss A Lesson

Standing in the deeper shadows, I held the rag soaked with ether and waited for "The Bitch", Ms.Gillian Colmes, my ex-boss and backstabber. My partner waited across from me as we watched her approach her car.

She seemed to hesitate and look around and then I heard the beep as she unlocked the car. I quietly eased up behind her, my free arm circled her and pulling her arms in close to her body and at the same time pinning her between me and the car. The ether soaked rag was placed over her mouth and nose. She struggled for a minute and then she slowly began to fade away and then she was out cold.

Holding her against the car, I opened the car door and pushed her roughly down on the front seat. I took her keys and unlocked the car's trunk. Taking a pair of handcuffs out of my pocket, I pulled her arms behind her back and secured her wrists together. Pulling her out of the car, I carried her to the trunk and dumped her in. I tied her ankles and knees together with rope, pushing her skirt high up on her thighs. Next was her blouse which I tore open. Reaching inside one cup of her bra, I pulled out her breast and let it fall free.

The blindfold and gag was next and I quickly accompished that. I looked down at my handi work and smiled. She was now going to get her's. AS an after thought, I took a clothespin from my pocket and put it on her nipple. If she awoke before we arrived at our destination, she would feel the blindfold and gag, sense her exposed breast with the clothespin squeezing her nipple and her skirt hiked up high. I was hoping that the unknown would cause her distress and fear. I closed the trunk lid and then slid in behind the wheel and drove out of the parking garage.

 

[slippedhalo]

Gillian's heart raced as she felt the presence behind her but it was too late to act, something strong smelling was placed over her mouth and nose and soon she hyperventilated and then blacked out...

...It was dark.
But, she heard the sound of a car's engine, muffled...she was inside the car, in the trunk. She wasn't certain, but had a feeling it was her own car. She remembered once seeing in a video that there were escape latches on the inside of all trunks from cars manufactured after 1998...but that wouldn't work, she was restrained and gagged and someone was hasty about blindfolding her. She could feel a strand of her hair knotted in the tie on the back of her head and could see slightly out of the bottom of the left side of it. If she moved her head enough, she reasoned, maybe she'd be able to work it off of her head enough to see.

She could feel her hands cuffed tightly behind her and her legs were bound. She tested all of her bounds feeling her breast flop painfully as she moved...Pain?...something was pinching her nipple. Something clamped there and she could barely squirm enough to move it. Actually, all of her movement caused the clamp to tighten on the very tip of her nipple making her yelp in pain. The futility of it all hit Gillian in a wave and she began to panic, kicking her bound legs over and over into the inside wall of the trunk and screaming as tears streamed from her eyes only to be caught by the blindfold which was quite soaked within minutes.

She spent the next hour listening because there wasn't much else she could do at the moment so she listened to see if she could guess where they were driving through and she tried to push all the possibilities of what might happen to her when the car stopped out of her mind for the time being.

 

[macmillian]

Teaching the Boss A Lesson

Between the car and highway noises, I could hardly hear the muffled cries of "The Bitch" coming from the trunk. Then it sounded like she was kicking the side of the trunk, but that soon stopped too. I left the main highway and onto a secondary road. It would be another hour before I would turn off and head up into the hills and woods. I had not seen my partner since I left the main highway.

Here comes my turn now and I make a left hand turn on to the local road. It was now completly dark so I had to drive slower on the narrow winding road. I watched the road behind and in frount for other vechiles headlights, but non appeared. I concentrated on my driving the entire trip, not thinking about what I carried in the trunk. I didn't want to get stoppped for doing something stupid while daydreaming on what we were going to do to our friend.

My next turn was around the bend by the large old barn. Another left onto an even smaller road. I had to slow down even more because this road was poorly maintained. The car hit several holes and we bounced around some. I bet my passenger was having an even rougher ride than me. I hit a large one pretty hard and the back of the car must have come off the ground at least a foot and slammed down to bounce twice before leveling out.

I stopped the car and got out, opened the gate and turned onto the dirt drive and then closed the gate behind. I drove up to the house, a mile off the road and set behind a large woodlot of large dark green fir trees. The drive was better maintained then the road. I drove aroud to the back of the old Victorian house. For an old home it was in great condition. I stopped by the entrance to the cellar and turned off the engine. Three hours of driving and now it was very quiet. Very quiet indeed. I pulled the trunk release and the lid rose several inches.

I went and unlocked and opened the door and turned on the basement lights. I didn't want to fall now, not this close to getting what I wanted. I returned to the car and lifted the trunk lid up all the way. It was easy to yank you into sititting position. I checked the her bonds and everything was still tight and secure. Next the gag and Then the blindfold, which I pulled down lower. Again as a after thought, I reach and pulled the clothespin from your nipple. I felt you jump and smiled. It had begun. With blood rushing back into your nipple after such a long time, it must hurt as well too.

I hefted her up and out of the trunk and placed her on my shoulder and entered the basement of the house. She, "The Bitch", was home.

 

[slippedhalo]

Gillian struggled to maintain consciousness despite the bumps in the road causing her so much jostling about in the small confines of the trunk of her car that she'd hit her head on the metal jutting out from the roof more than once. The last one nearly knocked her out but she fought against succumbing to the warm blanket of velvet darkness waiting to envelope her mind when she heard the car begin to decellerate and soon it rolled to a stop.

Her kidnapper made several movements inside the car and then she heard
?him? walking around to the back of the vehicle. The kidnapper popped the trunk and Gillian prepared to be struck or pulled roughly from the vehicle, something..but instead she heard the footfalls going further away. She could feel the cool night air on her skin, her exposed nipple puckering painfully against the chill, and she knew the hood was open. Still, despite her desire to jump out like a jack-in-the-box she was afraid her assailant would return and punish her for her attempt at escape...after all, how far would she get, bound, gagged, and blindfolded?

Just as futility took over the better part of her valor she heard the footsteps getting closer again and caught her breath in her throat as the hood of the car came up completely now and She was yanked by a strong hand to sit up in the trunk. All of her binds were tested and the blindfold was readjusted on her face before she even remembered to try to see anything through the slight slit of light at the bottom. Now, she was once more in total darkness again and completely prone as he (must have been a he for the strength of him) flipped her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her...where?

Where was she? She had no idea. Her calm was dissolving with every frantic beat of her heart. She tried to reason with this person despite her gag. She had some money in the bank, she had a nice car, a house, investments...he could have it all if he let her go...but she doubted anything could be understood but muffled grunts and squeals.

 

[macmillian]

Teaching the Boss A Lesson

I carried her into the basement and you could tell right away that this was not part of the original house. A poured concrete floor and cement block walls and there was no windows. There was the back entrance, the way we came in, and stairs that led to the first floor.

The room had a large king size four poster bed and that was where I placed "The Bitch". I had promised my partner that I would not do anything until she arrived. But I could not resist a little teasing, just enough to worry our friend.

I set her feet on the floor and pulled her to a standing position where I held her and pushed her skirt high up over her hips. I gave a whistle at the sight of what I revealed. Stockings, not panty hose, wow and matching garter belt and panties. Nice, very nice. I sat her back down on the bed and sat down next to her. I knew she could feel me right there beside her. I said nothing and I didn't touch her lower body. Anticipation. Instead, I took hold of her exposed breast and squeezed the very pliant flesh. Not to hard, just to let her know I was still there. The nipple was still puffed up from the clothespin and I rolled it betwen my thumb and finger. Squeezing and pulling and twisting all at the same time. Her entire body went ridgid and I smiled.

I pushed her back on the bed, placing her in the middle. With another rope I tied her to the posts at the bottom of the bed. From one post, around her ankles and back to the other post. I slid another rope under her back and around her chest below her breasts and tied each end to a post at the top of the bed. She was now completly immobil.

I was thirsty and I went upstairs to get a drink and to wait for my partner to arrive. I hoped that she would not be to much longer.

 

[slippedhalo]

Gillian was humiliated to be so exposed and her sore nipple endured yet more torture as it was rolled between her kidnapper's fingers. But, she did not cry out this time. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making her scream...motherfucker she thought seething with anger. She shivered slightly but remained still, trying to calm herself enough to think more clearly. She felt like a trapped animal and more panic began to set in again as she was bound once more, this time to the bed he had her on. This couldn't possibly lead to anything good, she thought.

 

[macmillian]

Teaching the Boss A Lesson

I poured the scotch over the ice and filled a glass with water and went into the front sitting room and sat while I had my drink. My partner was right behind me on the highway and she didn't follw me as I turned off. I said I would wait untill she arrived before starting in on Miss Gillian Colmes AKA "The Bitch"

We were really going to find out how bitchy she really was, or was it just a front. I hoped it was a front and she would cry and beg through her entire ordeal, or at least untill she accepted her new station in life. I look at my watch again and out down the driveway. Still no sign of her yet. After another scotch, I wouldn't wait any longer. I finished what was in the tumbler and went back into the kitchen for more ice and scotch.

 

[slippedhalo]

Gillian listened to the sounds of klinking glass and shuffling feet and other unidetifiable sounds around her as she carefully tested her binds....tight, she could feel no give. Sqeezing out of them wouldn't be an option. The anticipation of what might be about to happen or what her kidnapper might be planning was a cold fear in the pit of her stomach that she tried not tofocus on for too long lest she get physically ill from being so upset over this total loss of control.

 

[slippedhalo]

 

[macmillian]

Teaching the Boss A Lesson

ooc: STILL LOOKING FOR ANOTHER MASTER!

OOC: Do you wish to go forward or stop where we are and hold? Your call.

 

[slippedhalo]

OOC: If you'd like to begin, we can. We have a new second master. Welcome Jazzman.

ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO JOIN MUST PM ME.

 

[JazzMan2900]

Sean Wade
27, shorter sandy hair, blue eyes
6'0", 190 lbs -- muscular without being overly so
He came to Kastrov Products after graduate school and a number of minor consulting jobs, assuming he would be as successful there as he had been everywhere else he'd worked. Instead he was assigned to Gillian's department, which ensured no chance at advancement and her perpetual dissatisfaction with what should have been excellent work. The talk around the office centered on The Bitch, but Harrison and Sean had actually decided to do something about her.


Sean had gotten lost on the way to the remote farmhouse. He'd looked down for a split second and then looked up to see Harrison turning off. The next exit was 10 miles down the road, and by the time Sean returned, the car and the house were nowhere to be seen. Finally, he managed to retrace his steps and follow his memorized directions to the spot. Walking in, he found Harrison at the table having a scotch.

"Sorry about that delay... no plan goes perfectly I guess. This place is perfect," Sean said, pouring himself a large scotch and draining it in two large pulls. "She's downstairs waiting for us, I assume. I'll let you lead the way down. I've been looking forward to this next part."

 

[slippedhalo]

Gillian's heart began to race furiously as she heard not just one but two sets of footfalls on the stairs as someone else along with her captor where descending them toward her.

 

[macmillian]

Teaching the Boss A Lesson

I lead sean down the stairs to the basement. We view her all tied up on the bed and I flash a smile at Sean.

"I think we should just strip her, cut off all her clothes, a naked woman will tend to listen more when she has nothing to hide" I give a short chuckle as we approach the side of the bed.

Reaching down, I take hold of your exposed breast and give it a little squeeze. "Watch this" and my hand slids down to the nipple and once again I pinch and pull the tender morsal. Your entire body stiffens with the assault.

I have Sean go around to the other side of the bed and we untie the rope at the top of the bed. We sit you up, remove what is left of your blouse and I unhook your whits lace bra and take it off as far as the handcuffs. Naked to the waist.

"Let's uncuff her and then retie her to the top bed posts!"

 

[JazzMan2900]

I smile as I follow Harrison down to the basement, seeing Gillian tied to the bed, one breast exposed. As scared as she looks, it's nowhere near as vulnerable and powerless as she'll feel by the time this is over.

Moving across from Harrison I help him untie the rope so that he can strip her from the waist up. He suggests, "let's uncuff her and tie her to the top bedposts!" I nod emphatically, removing her bra the rest of the way before securing her securely to the top bedpost on my side. Once she's secured I roughly tweak her freshly exposed nipple, watching her tense at the unexpected touch.

Now all that remains is to get rid of the bottom half of her clothes before the fun can really begin.

 

[slippedhalo]

Gillian is trembling with terror at the feel of two sets of hands on her and the humiliation of being so exposed. Before she could even resist they had her tied up again and were groping at her breasts, her sore one ached from it's earlier abuse. Gillian was both angry and scared at the same time and wanted to cry but held back afraid her captors would get off on it too much. She wished they'd take out the gag so she could at least try to reason with them.

 

[macmillian]

Teaching the Boss A Lesson

With her arms pulled up over her head and fastened to the posts at the top of the bed, we turned to the bottom of the bed and released her legs.

"Listen BITCH! Don't fight. If you fight you get hurt more. Relax, tonights ordeal is almost over!" We removed the ropes around her ankles and thighs. Next off came her skirt and slip, followed by her panties of white lace. They matched her bra.

"Look Sean, No pantyhose, just stockings and a garter belt. See how it nicely frames her cunt!", and we both get a good laugh out of that. Oh well we decided naked and that means everthing. Try not to ruin the hose."

Gillian was now completly undressed, all clothing was removed and her ankles were again tied to the bottom posts. She lay on her back, spread eagled on the large bed.

"We are going to remove the gag in a moment, but first the rules. No screaming or shouting, we replace the gag. No swearing or threats or anything we don't like, we replace the gag. If you understand the rules and want us to remove the gag, nod you head yes. No nod and the gag remains in place. OK, Your choice Gillian!".

 

[slippedhalo]

As the voice yells at her she listens to it thinking, I have heard that voice before. I know this man. Where do I know him from? but as she gets lost in trying to analyze the voice she almost misses what it said and an opportunity for a bit more freedom. "...If you understand the rules and want us to remove the gag, nod you head yes. No nod and the gag remains in place. OK, Your choice Gillian!"

Gillian quickly complies with a nod of her head. feeling her aching jaw finally get some release as her gag is taken out and she moves her mouth around a bit, her dry tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. "Thank you." she whispers. After a few silent moments she asks, "Why are you doing this?"

 

[macmillian]

Teaching the Boss A Lesson

"Why are you doing this?", she asks.

I slap her across the mouth twice. "Remember the rules bitch. We ask the questions, you answer and no smart mouthing off either. Or the gag goes back in."

I run my hand down her body, stopping at her breast first. I feel the soft pliable flesh topped with a dark pink nipple. Down the breast to the nipple and catching it between my thumb and forefinger. Gently rolling it between my fingers for a minute before squeezing and twisting it. Releasing the nipple, my hand follows the underside of her breast down to her stomach. Here I pause and let my hand rest, my fingers running across her skin. Proceeding I cross her abdomem and along her leg to her knee and on to her ankle and foot.

Reversing my direction, my hand runs back up calf to her knee and then to the inside of her thigh. I pause just above the knee and wait. After several minutes, my hand moves up a little and then back down to her knee. I repeat this several times.

"Gillian, Do you like this?"