If anyone who has read my previous collaborations with [mention]JulieG[/mention] (Blind woman's bluff, After hours and Calling in sick) has every wondered how the two of them met - and furthermore, how did the secretary end up domming her boss... well, here's your chance to find out.
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I’ve been bad - how Julie met Katya
Chapter 1 - Seen a gag mark or two
I’ve been bad - how Julie met Katya
Chapter 1 - Seen a gag mark or two
Julie checked the clock in the dashboard. She was running a little late, but nothing to worry about. She’d still have plenty of time to check in, take her bags to her room, probably even freshen up before the first meeting was to begin.
Phone started to ring. Julie tapped her earpiece.
“Yes?”
“Boss? It’s Kat. How far out are you?”
Julie glanced at satnav. “I should be there in ten minutes.”
“Okay if I check you in? Saves us a bit of time. Anything else?”
“A cup of coffee would be nice”, Julie said, half to herself.
“That goes without saying. See you in a bit.”
“Bye”, Julie said and ended the call. Katya had started as her secretary a scant two months earlier. Already, she’d proved herself to be an invaluable help. In the office, she was kind and courteous to a fault, skilled and resourceful - and did it all with a cheerful efficiency that would have made it hard not to like her.
Ten minutes later Julie pulled into the parking spot in the garage. As she got out, Katya was already walking toward her, a phone in one hand and a takeaway coffee cup in the other. Julie took her bag from the trunk and slammed the lid just as Katya got to her.
“Here you go”, the secretary said as she handed the cup to her redheaded boss. Julie took the cup, nodding her thanks. As she took a sip, she saw a frown on Katya’s face.
“What’s up?”
Katya glanced at her phone. “We have a little time. Let’s get your stuff into your room and there’s some last-minute stuff I want to go over with you… in private.”
“Oh. Okay, lead the way, then”, Julie said, gesturing with her coffee.
She followed Katya to the elevator. When the doors slid closed, Katya turned to look at Julie.
“You might want to look in the mirror, boss.”
“What”, Julie asked, frowning.
“Just look in the mirror, please.”
Julie turned to look at the mirror set in the wall of the elevator cabin. She gasped as she saw the faded, but still visible markings on the corners of her mouth - left there by the ball gag she’d worn to bed the night before. She looked at the mirror, aghast, and unconsciously rubbed her wrists, as if checking if the cuffs she’d worn had also left markings. ‘Oh shit…’
“Yeah”, she said quietly. ‘Will someone recognize those for what they are?’
Katya smiled, reassuringly. “If you want, I can try to fix that. Did you bring your makeup?”
“Always”, Julie replied, barely even hearing her secretary’s words.
“Calm down. We have about ten-fifteen minutes. Here’s your key - room number 522. Take your bag in, I’ll go get something from my room and then we’ll see what can be done about that, okay”, Katya asked, touching Julie’s arm.
“Yeah… thanks”, Julie muttered.
The elevator doors slid open. Katya headed down the corridor at a brisk pace, leaving Julie to pull her suitcase along to her room. She opened the door to her room and got in. Katya was knocking on the door only a minute or two later. When Julie opened the door, she stood there with a sizable makeup bag in her hand.
“Everything okay here”, Katya asked, stepping in.
“Yeah, looks like… except…” Julie replied, her thoughts stuck mulling around the gag markings.
“Boss, calm down. For one, I don’t think anyone would pay any attention - and second, I think I’ll be able to fix that. Where’s your makeup bag?”
“In the suitcase”, the redhead said, gesturing toward where her dark red suitcase stood against the wall. Katya left her bag on the table and opened Julie’s suitcase. The clamshell opened - and to Julie’s horror she saw two small bundles of white rope fall onto the carpet. ‘Oh shit fucking hell no…’, she thought, expecting Katya to turn around shocked.’
Instead, the secretary pulled out Julie’s makeup bag, picked up the bundles, dropped them back into the suitcase, closed it back up and walked back to the table.
“Have a seat, boss.”
“Look, I can explain…”, Julie stammered.
“Please. We don’t have much time. Have a seat”, Katya said, pulling a chair for her boss.
Julie sat down, expecting the inevitable questions. Instead Katya sat down opposite her, opened both makeup bags and got to work. As Julie sat still, Katya quickly concealed the faded markings and blended her work to Julie’s other makeup. As she worked, she had a small, reassuring smile on her face, as if trying to wordlessly reassure her boss.
A few minutes later Katya took one last look at Julie’s face and nodded.
“All done. Have a look”, she said and handed Julie a mirror.
Julie looked at her reflection. It was as if the markings had never been there. ‘Wow. She’s good.’
“You look like you have a tiny bit too much makeup on, but other than that I’m pretty happy. Does it look okay to you?”
Julie nodded, although her thoughts were elsewhere. “Yes… yes, it looks great. Thank you.”
“All part of the job”, Katya said, already packing away her makeup kit.
“Do you… do you know what…”
Katya chuckled. “Yes, I know what caused the markings. I’ve seen a gag mark or two in my life. No need to worry, I’m not telling anyone.”, she said, standing up. “We have ten minutes till the start of the first meeting. Better finish your coffee and get downstairs. See you there”, Katya said and walked out the door.
The day got started in earnest with Julie chairing the first meetings. As she spoke and listened, Katya sat beside her, busy at her laptop, occasionally grabbing her phone to snap a picture of slides projected to the whitescreen. The occasional cursory glance told Julie her secretary wasn’t just keeping notes, she was also going through email and making travel arrangements for some trip in the distant future… all in all, being her usual hyper-effective self. When Julie occasionally caught the blonde’s eye, Katya never failed to smile.
As the day got rolling, there was less and less need for Julie to move things along - giving her more time for her own thoughts. She kept glancing back to her secretary who was focused on her work, busy with notes. Julie, on the other hand, was less and less able to focus on the matters at hand… and more and more preoccupied with what had happened in the morning… and its implications.
‘How much does she know’, Julie wondered, once again stealing a peek at Katya and getting a smile in return. ‘Does she play… does she have someone to play with… is she a sub or a dom… she’s so nice and helpful… then again, that might mean that behind closed doors she’s a dom…’ In her mind’s eye the redhead had a fleeting flash of her secretary dressed head to toe in black leather with a riding crop in her hand. Julie stifled a gasp and pushed the image out of her head but couldn’t help feeling a small, but definitely noticeable tingle in her privates…
Julie joined Katya for lunch in a nearby deli, making small talk as they walked there. As they made their way through the crowded space to an empty table in the corner, her mind was going a mile a minute. ‘Shit, I’m dying to ask her… but how do I bring it up…’
Katya sat down, setting her salad and iced tea on the table.
“Everything okay, boss? You seem a little preoccupied.”
Julie made a noncommittal shrug, mumbling something indistinct as she tucked into her salad. ‘What do I say. Yeah, I’m thinking if you’re a submissive or dominatrix? I’m thinking if you’re into women or not? I’m… thinking what it would be like to lay across your lap…’
Katya nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll send you my notes in the evening, you can review them so you know where we are”, the secretary said, shoving a forkful of salad into her mouth and washing it down with her iced tea. “I did want to ask you something, though.”
Julie perked up. ‘Ask me? What?’
“That trip we’re taking in a month, remember? Do you want to go there the day before or leave early on Tuesday? We’ll get there just fine in either case, but which would you prefer?”
Julie made a show of mulling it over. She did remember what Katya was talking about, but found it really hard to focus on the matter. “Um… the day before, I’d say. Less rush in the morning… and less chance of other embarrassing… makeup malfunctions”, she said with a crooked grin.
Katya nodded, her smile looking a bit forced. “That’s decided, then. I’ll make the reservations after lunch.”
Julie shook her head. “Look, I don’t want to intrude but..”, she began, falling silent as Katya raised her hand.
“Let me guess, it’s about what happened in the morning.”
“Yes…”
“Look, boss… I don’t want to talk about it. I’m happy to be able to help, but it’s your private life, end of story.”
Julie nodded, clearly hearing what had been left unsaid. ‘My private life… and yours, too.’
“I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable”, the redhead said.
Katya’s serious expression dissolved into a smile. “You’re forgiven. Now, did you read the material I sent you a couple of days ago, about the last speech for today…”
For the rest of the day, Julie made a concentrated effort not to think about Katya’s possible BDSM experience. She tried to participate in the discussions a bit more to give herself something else to think… to no avail.
Her thoughts kept returning to her secretary who, seemingly oblivious to her boss’ ponderings, kept working as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Julie sat in her chair, doodling on the top sheet of a pad she had in front of her.
The last meeting of the day wrapped up. Julie gathered her things into her purse and stood up as Katya was arranging the last items into her briefcase.
“So, that’s it for today”, the secretary said cheerfully as she stood up. “Going to the dinner?”
Julie shook her head. “Nah. I’ll probably find some place to get takeout and veg in front of Netflix all evening. Don’t feel like socializing any more.”
Katya nodded. She looked at her boss for a second or two more before continuing.
“You really can’t get it out of your head, can you”, she asked. The tone was compassionate and understanding.
Julie shook her head. “Sorry.”
Katya nodded. “If you want to talk about it, come to my room in the evening. Number 517. 8pm sharp.”
There was an… edge to her voice. It wasn’t impolite or angry, but there was something stern in her tone. Something Julie had never heard before from her new secretary.
She nodded - and caught herself before the words ‘yes, mistress’ escaped her lips. She nodded and got a smile in return as Katya turned to walk out of the room. As Julie watched her secretary depart, her words kept repeating in her head. ‘Come to my room. 8pm sharp.’ She walked out of the room, turning the other way, already knowing what she’d do.
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True, not all that much happened... yet. However, I promise that in Chapter 2 (which is due on Wednesday) somebody is getting tied up. No prizes for guessing who it'll be. Until then, have a good one.
