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CINDY ON A LEASH
(F/F, Blackmail)
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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The inspiration is “Lisa’s Leash” by Marlissa!!
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Sandra made a
right turn onto Walker Street – she tried to avoid driving too fast in her
anticipation, but it wasn’t easy. She
couldn’t wait to get to the office.
Usually she’d be cursing at the mundane, dead-end job awaiting her
downtown, at the small but prestigious consulting firm where she worked, so the
20-minute ride was more of a final break before the bore began – but not
today. She lovingly looked at the big
manila envelope sitting on the passenger seat.
Boredom, hopefully, wasn’t going to be a problem… not anymore. She sped past another car.
Cindy on a
leash…
The 36-year old
woman could feel the wet heat building between her legs. Silly - how she’d cursed when she had been
given the crap work again just the day before.
Being the “office manager” – a title that far exceeded the job’s actual
significance and mainly meant she was doing whatever administrative work that
came along - meant
she’d been charged with going through John Anderson’s desk and separating out
business and personal items. John, one
of the young, brightest executives of the company, had apparently told the
management he was leaving for a new job all the way in Switzerland, taking
along his new wife, and leaving the USA for good. Security concerns being what they were these
days, and given the kind of top priority projects an executive like Anderson
supervised, he hadn’t even been allowed to go back to his desk to clear out his
personal stuff, lest he may think of sneaking out sensitive material at the
very last second – an exceedingly rude treatment Anderson obviously had not
anticipated…
“Oh, well”, Sandra
chuckled as she made another turn. She’d
liked Anderson quite a bit – but then everyone did, especially the women. Not only was he a success story, having
become a top-notch executive at the company at a young age, he was also
boyishly handsome and very, very fit, too.
Any girl could have fallen for her.
Well, some fell
harder than others…
Cindy on a
leash…
Sandra bit her
lip in amusement and turned the radio from her usual soft romantics channel to
Hard Rock 94.50 – she was in that kind of mood.
John had called
her no more than half an hour after he’d been escorted out of the building by
the security. He was always courteous,
but the handsome executive had never paid much attention to Sandra, preferring
to focus his attention on the younger, fairer beauties hired fresh from
college. There was an unofficial policy
against office-dating but John didn't pay much attention to it and hardly
anyone complained.
“Sandra, are you
sorting out the stuff at my desk?” he’d asked, in an exceedingly sweet, if
somehow alarmed, tone.
After a period
of mumbling around it, he’d come to the point:
Evidently, while everything he left behind was quite valuable to him and
he’d like to get them back as soon as possible, there was one manila envelope
in the locked drawer, which he really sounded like he wanted back worse than
all the other junk that he’d forgotten in his desk. And could Sandra please give the envelope to
Cindy Cooper, as John was flying out that very night… Cindy Cooper…
Sandra had immediately recalled Anderson and Cindy being an item for a
short while, shortly after the young woman had joined the company… It had ended somewhat badly she’d thought…
“Sure thing” Sandra
had replied to Anderson, agreeable as always.
She’d give the envelope to Cindy as soon as the young woman got back
from her business trip in San Francisco…
Sandra was
always the agreeable kind; she knew everyone saw her as the pleasant if
unremarkable office colleague, friendly if a bit too plain-vanilla and
conservative… And of course she was easy
to push around, easy to dump work on, easy to demand things from, wasn’t
she? She’d hardly turn down a small
little request, from one so charming as John Anderson, right?
Cindy, on the
other hand, was one of those young women Sandra had never been. Beautiful, driven, confident, popular… She was a Georgetown grad, wasn’t she? Something like that
– Sandra had gone to a state school, one of the good ones, but still a state
school. Cindy always seemed to thump her
nose at Sandra, perhaps thinking the elder woman was just some big loser. While she was herself an ambitious young
bitch, like so many of her kind, armed with ivy-league diplomas and serious
business suits, girl-power to the tilt...
Cindy was a good 10 years Sandra’s junior, yet had to be making twice as
much as Sandra already. Of course,
whether Cindy had the big brains or not, it sure helped that she always charmed
the clients with that pretty face and perfect body of hers… She was a total gym rat as best Sandra could
tell, always spending the early morning hours at the Bally’s across the street
from work.
“Good for her” Sandra
snickered. “And good for me…”
The 36-year old
could feel her excitement growing by the minute.
Cindy on a
leash…
That, after all, was what Sandra had seen on
the very first picture. Oh, she had to
take a look in the envelope, of course...
Anderson said it was personal, but really, who could tell for sure
without looking? What if the details of
the latest project were waiting neatly typed up in that manila folder?
Cindy had
called, too, of course.
In the evening, perhaps after Anderson had gotten around to
informing his ex that she was supposed to pick up the precious manila envelope
from Sandra.
And Sandra had tried
to hold her tongue – but failed:
“You know”,
she’d said, “I did have to take a brief look inside the envelope, just to make
sure it didn’t contain anything work-related…”
There had been
no sound at the other end of the phone for a few moments, but Sandra could
almost sense the conflicted feelings emanating through the miles of phone
lines. The older woman had prepared
herself for a slew of angry threats but it wasn’t what she got for her
nosiness:
Instead,
obviously on the verge of a panic attack, Cindy had dived into a lengthy
explanation: She’d been so inexperienced
then. Barely 22 years old, fresh out of
college and she’d been in total awe of John Anderson. He was just so handsome, so successful, so powerful… And he always wanted her to do such nasty
things, he was really like that, and she’d never given in, until that one night
when she’d been drunk out of her mind, and it was John’s birthday… so she’d
allowed him to take a few pictures like he’d always wanted. He’d never given them back, despite her
repeated asking, and they’d eventually broken up, Cindy not wanting to submit
to his sick demands ever again, and John just wanting to chase after more
accommodating girls…
She hadn’t
sounded like the confident, young, career-building Ms. Perfect at all – she’d
sounded like a little girl on the verge of tears. And Sandra had done her part, assuring the
young one, the young pretty one, that there was nothing to worry, Sandra would
hand over the envelope the next morning, it would all
be just their tiny little secret.
But then, Sandra
had began pondering…
Cindy on a
leash
, wearing
nothing but a sexy pair of red lingerie…
It wasn’t the most X-rated picture to fall out of the envelope – there
were a number of topless pictures after all, even a couple full nudes, in
addition to a variety of poses with Cindy in bondage and submission. Still, the picture with Cindy on a leash had
the most impact on Sandra. It was the
most poetic, suggestive one somehow.
Even Cindy’s face looked different on that one, plainly scared and
embarrassed, not quite like taking part in a kinky little private game in a
willing fashion. There were a total of
24 pictures in the envelope, along with the negatives. Pictures that could really ruin the young,
pretty, oh-so-conceited Cindy Cooper for life…
Cindy on a
leash
– what would
that look like in the flesh?
Sandra had
opened a bottle of wine, drank most of it, and fallen asleep, thinking and
pondering… dreaming…
In the dream
there were two women -- one a slender, short-haired brunette, the other a
lustrous, luscious, long-haired blonde.
One shy and small-busted, the other a proud beauty.
But the brunette held a whip and the blonde
cowered before her. The whip-wielding
Mistress wore a full corset & stocking set made of shiny, mean leather, the
slave-girl just a tiny white thong made of sheer silk. And the Mistress began training the
slave-girl patiently, demandingly, ruthlessly.
There were lessons to be learned, specific rules to be memorized, skills to be developed in order to become the ideal
slave. There was more in the dream -
sexual sensations, games with toys...
Sandra had woken
up with a bed soaking wet with her own sexual juices… She was no lesbian, of course, but the idea
of power over another… of at last being the aggressor, the dominator, the one
in command… she’d had to go to the
bathroom to relieve herself once more…
She made a turn
onto Washington Street, the last mile to the office.
Her mind still
wandered through the pictures she’d seen…
Cindy
on a leash.
Cindy handcuffed
to the bedposts, only her upper body showing, but her naked tits jutting
forward…
Cindy on her
knees, her wrists and elbows bound tightly behind her back,
and a ball gag in her mouth…
Cindy wearing
just a thong, play-acting with a big black dildo, sticking it in her mouth…
Cindy completely
naked, sitting on the floor, only her tight little pussy hid from the viewer’s
eyes…
How could she
have been so stupid?
So
delectably stupid?
Sandra saw
Cindy’s sexy red BMW in the parking lot and parked next to it. She lost no time, making her way to the 24th
floor where Cindy worked. She still
couldn’t believe Cindy had a personal office already, at the tender age of 25,
overlooking the city and the river. The
management had yet to see it fit to give the 36-year-old Sandra an office of
her own...
Cindy was in her
office - must have been there since 6 AM, nervously waiting for Sandra to
arrive.
As she handed
over the envelope and Cindy sheepishly thanked, Sandra noted the young woman
was wearing a super-conservative business suit this day - as if that made up for the debauchery
captured in the pictures. She wondered
in delight what Cindy may look like wearing a spandex mini-skirt and a tight
little tube-top… the unofficial uniform of office tarts.
Sandra chose to
wait as the younger woman opened the envelope.
She probably should have just put it away calmly, but her angst got the
best of her. She tore open the envelope,
probably just wishing to make sure they were all in there.
And she sifted
through them with a growing terror.
“I got the
originals on my computer of course” Sandra smiled – her smile was more of an
evil glee, surely unaccustomed on the face of the easy-going, pliant Sandra.
Cindy was not holding
pictures, not exactly; she was holding postcards. Postcards made of the pictures. Address fields were empty, but they were
otherwise ready to be mailed. Sandra had
gotten to work on PowerPoint early in the morning…
“I was thinking
your grandmother may enjoy the one with the leash” Sandra remarked. “And your parents would probably like one of
the full nudes. Your old college friends
would probably prefer something more racy, I’m assuming they’d get a kick from the
pictures with the dildo, no?”
Cindy seemed to
be shaking but remained speechless.
“Of course, they
may all eventually take a look at the whole set – I’ve taken the liberty to
register a website, cindycooperinbondage.net.
Haven’t decided what sort of material to place there yet…”.
She smiled at the
terrified young woman again.
Cindy tried to
say something but nothing really came out.
“Be at my place
tonight. The address is on the company
database.” Sandra explained, trying to
sound and look as terrifying as she hoped for.
“9 PM. Sharp!”
As she marched
out of Cindy’s office, Sandra pondered whether the young woman’s current job
would be appropriate for her anymore – for a lesbian sex-slave,
that is!
No worries, Sandra
would be looking for a new assistant soon.
A secretary, really, in a tight spandex mini.
A secretary who’d be doing all the boring,
brainless crap Sandra didn’t feel like doing and would be punished dearly for
her mistakes. The pay wasn’t very good at all but Cindy could sure save some
money when she moved in with Sandra…
As Sandra
marched away in evil glee, Cindy slumped in her chair. She was trembling, her hand in a fist,
holding the “postcards”.
An e-mail popped
up on her computer.
She swallowed,
it was from John Anderson.
A short message,
to the point:
“Hi there,
honeypots… Hope you liked my parting
gift! Sorry you never did get into all
that kinky stuff with me, except for that one time, of course… And I sure didn’t wanna press on after that,
being a gentleman and all. Let’s see if
your new Mistress will be so accommodating, huh? – Cheers…”
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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Do you like my story?
So, what is it that you like then?
The one thing that you really like the most?
Please let me know:
cse1986@rocketmail.com
(That’s the only pay-off in writing,
really...!)
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