LUSCIOUS LISA IN LEATHER
It could, and should, have been the perfect job for me. I’d graduated from university with a first-class honour’s degree, and had started my first ‘real’ job, in a major financial institution. The work was demanding, that was true, but I fully possessed the required attributes to meet those challenges. Enjoying doing so, to be honest. And I hadn’t been there long before I’d earned quite a reputation for competence and general intelligence. So, why was I SO unhappy?
One reason, the ONLY one actually. Miss Lisa BLOODY Davidson! My immediate superior, my ‘line-manager.’ Now in pure ‘work’ terms Lisa wasn’t a problem, she wasn’t a bully, she respected my efforts and my undoubted ability, revelling in the ‘reflected’ glory that she no doubt received as a result of my achievements. And she was VERY supportive, when it came to purely work-related matters. No, it was nothing directly to do with either her or my own employment duties where my issues with her lay.
Lisa had turned thirty-two when I started working directly under her, with myself roughly ten years younger than that, as I was approaching my twenty second birth anniversary. Not that she considered that fact a problem at all, you see I hadn’t been working within the company very long at all, before she identified me as purely ‘food’ to feed her MASSIVE ‘sexual appetite!’
Which well and truly set off an intense ‘Head verses Heart’ or to be more accurate, ‘Head verses COCK,’ battle within my own body. Because, and please be in NO doubt here, Lisa Davidson was TOTALLY gorgeous and UTTERLY sexy! About five foot nine inches tall, slim with the classic ‘hourglass’ figure, topped by a flawless face featuring piecing bright blue eyes, that sat underneath flowing golden hair, Lisa KNEW she possessed sex appeal in spades, a fact my cock absolutely recognised.
As did my brain of course, but THAT organ also identified the complete selfishness and ‘sense of entitlement’ within her too. Because Lisa was most definitely of the opinion, especially when it came to sex, that ‘what Lisa WANTS, Lisa GETS!’ And with her stunning looks, THAT was precisely what happened for her most of the time.
Now, this might surprise you to learn, but that this was a fight where the brain triumphed. Of course, I well and truly fancied Lisa, I mean if I do cut myself my blood IS bright red after all. But said brain asked itself just what was it that Lisa wanted, was she REALLY concerned about MY interests in life? Would she be willing to sit for hours at Silverstone on the British Moto Grand Prix weekend, possibly in the pouring rain, for example? No, I didn’t think so.
No, my brain concluded that, as far as Lisa was concerned, I’d just be another ‘notch’ on her bedpost. Oh, and whilst we’re on the subject of THOSE, I’d heard whispers that she rather enjoyed tying the four limbs of her sexual conquests to them! Sure, I’m talking about pure speculative ‘rumours’ here, but I had NO real interest in finding out whether they were, in fact, true at all. Just in case they ACTUALLY were. Because I AM NOT the sex slave of ANY female, being subjected to FEMDOM is most definitely NOT on MY agenda in life!
Therefore, in my case it was ‘maybe Lisa WANTS me BUT Lisa DOES NOT get me!’ Which didn’t go down at all well, as I’m sure you can ALL imagine. She responded by doubling up her efforts, almost as if attempting to ‘grind down’ my resistance to her advances. And she did so extremely subtly, there was NEVER any evidence of them, or witnesses around, when she made her moves. Touching and ‘feeling’ me on MANY occasions.
And how she dressed herself appeared to be VERY much a part of her strategy in her aims. Because it was almost as if she’d been given a FULL and comprehensive guide just what to wear if she wished to ‘turn me on’ as it were, yes, it was almost as if I had chosen her wardrobe. Or, certainly in the case of certain items she adorned herself in, it might just have been a guess on her part, and not necessarily a ‘lucky’ one, for I was just a typical ‘male.’ For example, EVERY day at work her legs were covered in VERY sheer nylon. And before any of you ask the very fair and reasonable question, was that in the form of tights instead of ‘suspended’ stockings, well believe me, I’d been ‘treated’ to many an ‘accidental’ glimpse of her ‘underskirt’ to KNOW her hosiery was MOST definitely in the form of the latter of those two options! And, very occasional said glimpses, fully engineered by Lisa herself of course, allowed me to ascertain that her panties were both EXTREMELY skimpy and manufactured from satin. As were the blouses she dressed herself in most days. A material I LOVED the feel of! Just as I say, precisely what most red-blooded males would have wished for.
But whilst it was most definitely the case that her underwear DID appeal and GREATLY, ‘turn me on,’ it was her ‘top’ apparel that nearly tipped me ‘over the edge’ as it were. Being a ‘biker,’ I’d recently bought myself a beautiful Italian ‘sports bike,’ an M.V. Agusta 675 F3, whose ‘beauty’ seriously rivalled Lisa’s own, therefore I was fully used to wearing leather, I had a full ‘racing suit,’ colour matched to the bike itself, to wear when I rode it. And this is where Lisa almost had a ‘sense’ of my desires and taste in clothing.
For EVERY day at work, she wore a stylish leather suit, complete with a short skirt that only just concealed the fact that the nylon upon her legs was NOT in the form of tights. With a lovely jacket which very much complemented the skirt. And gentle colour differences indicated that she possessed at least three of these lovely suits.
As I implied earlier, if there was nobody else in our immediate vicinity, no potential witnesses to any possible ‘sexual harassment’ claim, Lisa wasted NO opportunity that presented itself to rub her leather clad body against mine, producing just the effect she wished for, of course. And, not often admittedly, if she was feeling particularly bold, one of her hands would ‘confirm’ that desired reaction within myself, by grabbing hold of my ‘nether region!’ To be utterly delighted by the almost inevitable ‘boner’ that she found was present there!
This had almost become a ‘battle of wits’ between the gorgeous Lisa and myself, one that would come down to just which one of us ‘blinked first.’ Would it be HER that made a mistake first, one that would enable me to demand that she called off her attempts, her clear desire to make me her ‘sex slave?’ Or would I be the one who committed some sort of ‘error’ that would result in myself ending up as her, as I had NO whatsoever doubt was her desire, carnal captive?
I suppose it was almost inevitable that it was I who, as I put it, ‘blinked first.’ I’d made the classic, placing the ‘decimal point’ ONE digit out, error, an easy mistake to make one also very simple to correct. And, yes, I fully accept it was MY fault entirely, I should have been more careful, and should, DEFINITELY, have double checked it, BEFORE, I submitted my report through to the predatory Lisa.
And, of course, she picked it up. Which in many ways WAS a blessing, for it was totally within her power to edit it, correcting my mistake in such a way that NOBODY else would be aware at all, and then ‘pass it upwards’ as it were. And, of course, she had FULL intentions of doing just that, provided naturally, I was prepared to give her just what she wanted. My cock!
Almost as soon as I answered her summons and reported to her office right at the end of the day, one Monday afternoon, I KNEW that I was in trouble. Her face was bright and cheerful, an almost predatory smile formed upon it. And her joyful tone of speech immediately betrayed the fact that she’d, finally, got hold of the ‘ammunition’ that she required to TOTALLY satisfy her carnal lusts towards me. “Well then Darling,” that being the normal term how she ALWAYS addressed me when we were alone, “it appears that you’ve been a little careless.” She passed a copy of my report over to me, and I immediately saw just where I’d gone wrong.
“I’m sorry Lisa. Yes, I can see just what I’ve done, but surely it could be easily corrected.”
“Of course, I could do that, and believe me THAT is just what I’d like to do. However, I could instead ‘flag’ this report up as an attempt at embezzlement. I’m sure you know just where I’m heading with this?
“Yes Lisa.” All I could think of to say to her, as my heart almost missed a beat in total fear.
Her eyes widened in PURE lust. “But I have no wish for that at all. You’d lose your job, and well, what then? How would you pay the mortgage on that house you’ve just purchased, or the repayments for that lovely motorbike you ride? Like I say I’ve NO desires for this, I enjoy working with you for one thing, and I’d miss you. Therefore, my wish is to give you a chance to amend this report, and correct your mistake, BEFORE it’s passed upstairs. I’m sure THAT is exactly how you’d like me to play this, isn’t it?”
“Thank you, Lisa. Yes, I would prefer you to take that option.”
“I thought so, and obviously I’ll be happy to.” Now it was time for her to make her play. “But, if I’m quite prepared to do something for you Darling, surely, it’s only appropriate that you do me a service in return? That’s only fair, isn’t it?”
“Yes Lisa,” I sighed. Pre-emitting her, “I’ll go to bed with you.”
The predatory smile was back with a vengeance. “How perceptive of you Darling, yes that’s EXACTLY the answer I’m looking for, and you’ve even spared me the bother of needing to ask the question. So, having got THAT out of the way, shall we attend to the details of just HOW you’re going to give me just what I want from you?”
“I assume that you’ll require me to come around to your home Lisa?”
“That would be the easy way, yes. But, as you’re made me wait for SO long, I thought I’d add some ‘spice’ to the event. Make it a bit more of an ‘adventure.’ As I guessed that you would be smart here, and agree to let me shag you, notice just how I put that, I’ve already made some arrangements. I’ve booked a hotel room for the two of us, on Friday night at ‘The Excelsior’ in Helmsford. At over fifty miles away, we should be able to avoid bumping into anybody we know, especially any of our colleagues from here. It’s also close to the railway station, so I want you to travel there by train, as will I, no vehicles to place on the hotel registration.”
She paused. “With me so far, Darling?”
“Yes Lisa. I can do that.”
“Em, wrong answer! I need to hear, ‘yes Lisa, I WILL do that,’ not just I CAN. Don’t I” As her eyes bored right into my own.
“Yes Lisa, I WILL do that.”
The smile returned. “Good, I KNEW you’d be sensible. Now then, I myself will arrive early, about six o’clock.” Incidentally the company closed at lunchtime on Fridays. “You’re probably not aware of this, but also very close to our location of ‘joy’ is the public library, which stays open late on Friday evenings. You will arrive there at about seven, I’ve checked the rail timetable, there’s a train that arrives at six forty-five, BE ON IT! That’s where you’ll meet me, I’ll be ‘researching’ something in the ‘reference section.’ I’ll have ‘checked in’ already at the hotel, so you’ll be given the room key. Go to the room number two, one, four, like I say it’s already booked; where I’ll require you to make some ‘preparations,’ so you’ll be ready for me to arrive thirty minutes later.”
I nodded my assent to all of this, naturally curious to learn just these ‘preparations’ that she’d mentioned entailed, but I determined NOT to provide her with the satisfaction of being asked. The frown I received in return did rather imply that I had scored a little ‘victory’ and annoyed her somewhat. As did the change of tone in her voice, which became a little ‘harder,’ when she continued to outline her ‘schedule’ for me.
“Right, as I’ve paid for the hotel room, and it wasn’t cheap, you will pay for some items yourself, that we’ll need to REALLY enjoy the night!” Again, Lisa’s eyes bored into mine, as she slid a notepad and pen across her desk in my direction. “Make a note of just what I require you to purchase. You WILL do so tonight, you’ll buy EVERYTHING I’m going to list in a minute, and you’d better pay out for ‘premium’ delivery, as you need to ensure that EVERY item arrives BEFORE Friday. Even if, and you probably will need to do this, you have to purchase my required items from more than one website. Have you a printer at home?”
“Yes, I do have one Lisa.”
“Good. For tomorrow morning, before eight o’clock, you will report HERE, and pass over a copy of the receipt, or receipts, proving that you HAVE purchased EVERYTHING I’m about to stipulate. And I’m sure that I don’t NOT need to point out to you, JUST what I’ll be doing IF you fail to?”
“No Lisa. I completely understand.”
“Good. Pen ready then Darling, this is what I require to make it a ‘night to remember’ for us!”
Now Lisa had been VERY smart here, IF, and it was extremely unlikely admittedly, there was some sort of legal ‘hearing’ over this in the future, THIS possible piece of ‘evidence’ would come from MY hand. Meaning that Lisa could deny any knowledge of it, she could claim it was simply a list from my own ‘perverted’ mind.
“Number one Darling, a blindfold. One that doesn’t allow ANY light in whatsoever, I want you completely in the dark, when I wish for it and fit this item over your eyes. Two, nipple clamps, I just LOVE using those upon my male slaves.” There, she’d said it, confirming my REAL fears. “Three, a couple of VERY sexy suspender belts, to go with number four, several sets of VERY sheer nylon stockings. Always useful to have a few spares of those.” I looked at her with a slight puzzled expression, surely, she’d enough stocking and suspender sets of her own already, but then it occurred to me that these were NOT for HER to wear.
When it dawned on me that it would be ME who would be clad in these, as the puzzlement disappeared to be replaced by resignation on my face, Lisa confirmed it. “I see that the ‘penny has dropped’ Darling. Why should it only be us females who get to delight in the delicious feel of sheer nylon on our legs? Believe me, I’ve NEVER been to bed with a man, who DOESN’T enjoy it when I rub my legs against his, when I’m wearing stockings myself. So, make sure you order the size to fit YOUR legs!”
Lisa continued her ‘list,’ smiling again. “Number five, a lovely set of black satin bedsheets, complete with pillowcases. It’s a good hotel, it bloody well SHOULD be with how much they charge, but they don’t extend to covering their beds in those. Talking of satin, number six, get some skimpy female panties for yourself in that material, you’ll probably not need those THIS time, but as all good boy scouts say, ‘be prepared,’ don’t they?” And my heart sunk again, as I took in the significance of those words, ‘THIS time.’ Oh my God!
“Number seven Darling, a good riding crop.” GULP! “And finally, number eight, four sets of leather cuffs, again NO cheap rubbish, I suggest you obtain comfortable ones, after all YOU will be the one wearing them. So, make sure at least two of them fit your ankles.”
Lisa waited until I’d written all of her ‘requests’ down, then, smiling at me, she spoke again. “I’ve used this hotel before Darling, and I KNOW the bed in ‘our’ room has bedposts that the leather cuffs WILL nicely fit, so that’s why I specifically asked for it. Now, those ‘preparations’ that I referred to? When you arrive, you will strip the bed of its normal covering, instead you’ll cover it in black satin. Including just one of the pillows, no, although we’ll probably only use the one, cover a second one too, just in case. Then fit a set of those gorgeous leather cuffs around all four of the bedposts, leaving the other cuff of each set open, ready for me to use to SECURE your wrists and ankles within, when I arrive and choose to. You will also fit small padlocks to fasten the buckles SHUT in position on the bedpost cuffs, and open, ready for me to use when, again, I, and ONLY I, choose to on the other four. Don’t worry, I have a whole host of these that I’ll bring along with me, handing them over to you when we meet in the library.” I shuddered as Lisa outlined these plans, my fate appearing to be completely sealed!
“Then, leaving all of the other items on the bed, you will use the toilet, shower, and clean your teeth. And now, place your legs in some delicious, as you WILL discover, nylon stockings, using a suspender belt to hold them up. DO NOT FIT ANY other item of clothing at all. In fact, bring a bag with you, you’ll need one anyway for the items you will purchase tonight, that can be padlocked shut, into which you will place ALL of your clothing including your shoes. Lock it shut, and NO, I will NOT be handing over the key to my padlocks when I hand them over to you! Finally, sit yourself down on the bed, to await my arrival. Got all that, Darling?”
“Yes Lisa.” Said in a tone of REAL resignation.
“Good. Well then, you’d better clear off home. You’ve some ‘retail therapy’ to perform, haven’t you? Remember receipts on this desk tomorrow morning. Or you’d better start looking for another job. And a good lawyer too, you just might be facing a charge of embezzlement. I take it, I’ve made my point?”
“Yes Lisa. I’ll do EXACTLY what you demand from me!”
“Demand Darling? I fully intend for you to enjoy yourself with me.” Somehow, I doubted that! “Correct me IF I’m wrong but you almost seem reluctant to spend the night with me, eh? Let me give you a small taster of what pleasure I shall reward you with.” Lisa arose from her chair, came around her desk took my head in her hands, and planted her lips upon mine. WOW!
This wasn’t just a kiss, no, she clearly displayed a level of passion and sexual energy that demonstrated beyond ANY doubt that her skill level when it came to the ‘pleasures of the flesh,’ certainly MATCHED, if not EXCEEDED her stunning good looks. Maybe, just maybe, I WOULD enjoy being shagged by her! It WAS going to happen anyway, whether I wanted it to or not, so why not at least TRY to enjoy the ‘sexperience?’
Off home I went, fixing up something to eat, then immediately ‘fired’ up my computer to do my required ‘shopping.’ Finding out that Lisa had been utterly correct in speculating that I needed to visit more than one site in order ALL of her required items. Making sure, that just as she had stipulated, the items I purchased WERE very high in quality. Of course, high quality generally means high prices, and by the time I’d finished, obtaining EVERY item that Lisa had demanded, and including the price for ‘next day delivery,’ from ALL of the websites I’d needed to use, the bill had come to several hundred pounds! Almost totally wiping out the sum of money I’d saved for my plans to attend next year’s Italian Moto Grand Prix at Mugello!
God, I’d dreamed of attending THAT event for YEARS, during all of that time at university when it was financially impossible of course. And now this selfish ‘bitch’ was robbing me of the chance, when I HAD believed that I finally could go! “Damn you Lisa Davidson, DAMN YOU TO HELL!” I screamed out, my frustration showing itself! I even contemplated whether I wouldn’t have been better off going to jail after all, NO, not just for embezzlement, but for BLOODY MURDER! And no, Ladies and Gentlemen, NO prize is available for guessing just WHO the victim would be, btw!