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The story of an office geek living the mundane office life, wakes up and wants more from life, but gets more...much more.
Through a series of coincidental events, his mind is overwhelmed and consumed by his sexuality, whether he likes it or not, these thoughts consume him, he has no choice in the matter....
He becomes exposed to his true self with dramatic effect.
Will he submit to them...does he have a choice....is it already too late?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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I never really saw myself as the submissive type of guy throughout my life... with maybe the exception of the relationship with my boss... but that was different.
I was referred to as an 'office geek' at a law firm in Taplow near Slough.
I was employed as a data technician to manage most of the employees files on our in-house servers. I was often referred to as the "go-to" guy if anyone had lost a file.
I'd yet to be challenged, this job was easy... I'd been here long enough and learnt the ins and outs of the file layout and encryptions. And for almost too long I felt comfortable to carry out any task given to me on my own.
I was my own boss in a way, however no one gave me any respect and I was rarely called by my name which is James by the way...
I don't think the name tags each employee had to wear made any difference whatsoever... people had nicknames throughout the office including the top directors who had their own spin on it. The'd shout across the office bellowing their nicknames but no one really could say they were true friends it was all a hype.
I'd never had any real power or authority in my career... and I've always had a boss who told me what to do wherever I went. I think that's why the alcohol every night had made my life better and it was a release to just forget work and how shitty my life is right now!
Winter was starting to show it's lack of color, this was evident outside now and no one had the joy of summer to look forward to as that had unfortunately been and gone...I looked out of my office window.... and the view was that from a postcard.... it was freezing, snowing in fact, but with a harsh wind chill for December it still wasn't going to deter any of us in the office hitting the town where we decided to go mad and have a few drinks after work. I couldn't wait for this day to end...That night we all got drunk, drinking games were flowing as well as the drinks. Everyone was enjoying themselves and letting their hair down. The office environment was stiff and very little conversation started up unless it was a meeting which was always about work anyway. This was the chance to get to know everyone in a social aspect to break the ice with some colleagues from different departments.There was a party in town which resembled a hen do... or at least I thought it did.I'd met a couple that night, after a lot of drinks the conversation became very 'out there' as they started to explain they had explored role reversal and the benefits for each in different scenarios. I didnt know the extent of what they meant until the conversation went on... and I was horrified, shocked in fact.
It came to me as discust and I was utterly speechless at the idea of a guy being bent over the table being fucked by his female partner.. whether it be his partner/ girlfriend/ wife with a huge strapon or her 'bit of the side' who she'd set on him for her amusement!
That's what I'm referring to when I say utterly speechless!
They both talked about it, as if it was the norm and the idea of it made me feel queezy.... They spoke about it as if it was a game. The worst bit was when the guy.... Rob, I think his name was... walked off home. Which I thought was rude and a bit abrupt during the conversation....however Stephanie his wife was talking about how much she enjoys his husband as a cuckold!
This came as a shock to me... the way she described bringing home her boyfriend and making her husband watch his wife and her fling fuck on their bed whilst she laughed at her husband.... tied up in a chair unable to move.... helpless and utterly humiliated... she found it amusing and degrading for him which made her wetter and wetter. Stephanie talked of how much she loved humiliating her husband and kept referring to him as her...'Sissy.'
I sat there for a moment and day dreamed, I almost tried to put myself in the poor guys shoes.....
The idea of being completely under her control was off putting...
Stephanie then whispered in my ear: "Sometimes James... I have my husband clean up my boyfriend's cock with his mouth... my hubby cries whilst doing it sometimes but that only turns me on even more... arrrgghhh... I have to go James. My boyfriend and Sissy are waiting for me..."
As Stephanie left the table she kissed me on the cheek and walked over to a tall and fairly handsome guy who was waiting for her at the bar entrance... was this her... boyfriend? Was she about to do this to her husband... again?!
Just imagine how the husband must of felt in that scenario...
My mind wondered off into darker thoughts, how was he accepting this scenario???
And how was she enjoying this...?
It wasn't as though she would cum at the thought of her husband unable to stop her boyfriend fucking her... could she?!
An Encounter...
As a few weeks went by, my work-life balance became more mundane and the only excitement I had was the darkest thoughts in my mind.
Sexual fantasies that would come alive during the day as I sat there on my office chair and began to daydream gazing out of my office window, my mind soon would escalate into sick images...and all because of that silly role-reversal discussion that night...
I couldn't seem to erase the conversation from my head... why was it stuck in my head?!
I tried my hardest to forget. And the images my mind was making up were worse, a lot worse...
Even nightmares would haunt me and I would wake up in the middle of the night. They were scary, in the nightmare I was the husband, unable to escape, unable to run away, just tied down in the same position, being totally and utterly..... well, you know the rest...
I thought going for a night out would take my mind off it. It did!
To start with...
With Jerry, who was one of my good work friends always trying to hit it off with the ladies and failing miserably, much like George who couldn't help himself either... the night turned out to be an amusing evening, with drinks added to the equation my mind soon forgot this sick and twisted nightmare.
As the night when on, George had embarrassed himself and Jerry had us in stitches at the number of times he had failed but he just would not give up attempting to chat up the ladies.... luck or skill was not on his side, and deep down he knew it..
The last club we encountered we were all a little bit too drunk to say the least...
However, we walked into the club and immediately hit the bar.
It was my round, so the guys grabbed a table and I wondered over to get the usual order of toxic substances, jaigermeister, gin, vodka etc. which would soon become a challenge putting all these on a tray without spilling any!
The bartender wandered towards me and took the order, I stood there waiting with the tray of drinks to come out one by one. My eyes glanced over to my left and to this day I don't know why I did it, but my god.... The view!
I couldn't help notice a beautiful woman approx two feet away from where I was standing.
She was in a black seductive dress and I couldnt help notice her sharp dagger high heels.. she flicked her hair over showing her flawless face as she noticed me glance her way. Her eyes locked on to me and I froze as if she had me under her spell.
She had piercing dark brown eyes and long eye lashes. Her lips were plump as if she had work done and her boobs were busting out of her dress. My bulge became apparent and she could tell...She bit her bottom lip in the innocent way women do to get another guys attention.... well she had mine!
Before I could pluck up enough courage and spark a conversation I had George ruin my chances of ever speaking with this beautiful woman.... he bellowed out from nowhere,
"Oi slave, bring us the drinks before your nominated for the next round!"
She looked over at me in a way that I could see the excitement in her eyes light up...
She leant over, and with her dagger nails on the side of my face she scratched my chin with her four fingers and whispered in my ear,
"This lady is looking for a slave, contact me sugar, it'll be our little secret."
As she said this, she slipped a card in my jacket, winked at me and left the bar altogether.
I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful ass hidden behind her dress, as if I was under a trance. All i could see was each ass cheek flick out with every step she took... further and further away from me, time slowed down and I was under her spell, she was breathtaking, and I couldn't help but look...
