Date: Wed, 5 May 2010 23:29:32 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: Personal Assistant

Personal Assistant by Laura Lynn Davis F/F Bnd
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I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, and rapidly  learning that the `
real world' isn't the warm, cozy place that college had been.  I was tempted
to go back and go to grad school but my father had made it clear  that I was
on my own now. When I'd broached the subject of grad school he'd  smiled
and said, "Nicki, if you can swing it, fine. But I have to think about  your
sisters now." So the free ride was over.
I'd interviewed for a trainee job at a small, private  financial firm but
it hadn't gone well. I was leaving when the receptionist  called my name and
said, "Ms. Teal, our CEO would like to speak to you. Please  go down to the
end of the hall and speak to Ms. Johnson, her private  secretary."
I went to see Ms. Johnson and was surprised when I was  ushered right into
the CEO's office. I was expecting an older woman, picturing  someone like my
faculty advisor - fiftyish, gray hair, stout and formidable.  Mrs.  Hansen
turned out to be a  woman in her early thirties with black hair. A sleek,
fit woman wearing a gray  Armani suit with a short skirt that showed off her
long legs. Not a beautiful  woman but a very attractive woman. A woman whose
strong features made her  memorable even if she wasn't truly beautiful. If I
had to use one word to  describe her that word would be sleek, like a
leopard or an  ocelot.
She invited me to sit down, waving her hand at the chair  just to the left
of her desk. I sat and she interviewed me all over again. After  almost an
hour she asked me if I'd like a job that paid $125,000 per year with a
guaranteed pay raise of at least 10% each year. I grinned and said, "Who do I
have to kill?"
She smiled and opened the center drawer in her desk. She  took out a form
and a stack of $100 bills. She counted out ten and set them  down.  "Nicki
please read this  non-disclosure form and sign it. When you do the money is
yours no matter what  you decide." I read the form, taking my time because I'
d never seen one before.  It was pretty clear. I would face all sorts of
dire penalties if I disclosed  what was said between the time I signed the form
and the time I left Mrs.  Hansen's office. I signed and she gave me the
money in exchange for the signed  form.
What she offered me was a job as her private personal  assistant. It was a
24x7x365 job. I would see all, hear all, and tell nothing. I  would obey her
without hesitation no matter what and I would see to her needs.  All of her
needs, personal, professional, and sexual. She made it clear that she  was
hiring me because I had the combination of looks, strength, and intelligence
 that she wanted. (I'm 5' 8", blonde hair, hazel eyes, 129 pounds, good
figure,  nice legs, strong athletic body. I'm very pretty, verging on, but not
quite  beautiful.)
She told me I'd be trained to act as her bodyguard. Then  she pulled out a
contract and filled in some spaces. It was for ten years. At  the end of
that time I'd get a bonus of $250,000. Mrs. Hansen would pay all of  my
expenses during that time. My salary could go straight into investments.  There
would be annual  bonuses.
I was dazzled, to say the least! The sexual requirements  bothered me a
little but not enough to cause me to turn down that much money. I  smiled and
made a joke. "It sounds like you're buying a  slave."
She didn't smile. "Exactly."
"I need to think. Can I give you my answer  tomorrow?"
She shook her head. "Take all the time you want but you  can't leave this
office without giving me an answer. One way or  another."
I got up and walked over to the nearest window. I paced  back and forth.
Mrs. Hansen busied herself with her mail and paid no  attention to me.
Finally, I went  back and sat down. I picked up the pen she'd left on top of
the contract. "Wait,  don't sign yet." I glanced at her in surprise.  "Stand
up and take off your  clothes."
I stood up without hesitation and slipped my suit jacket  off. She told me
later that the slightest sign of hesitation would have  disqualified me on
the spot. She went back to reading her mail while I disrobed.  When I was
done I sat down, picked up the pen, and signed. She smiled and said,  "Take it
to Ms. Johnson and ask her to make three copies." When I reached for my  bra
she smiled and said, "No. Go now."
I picked up the signed contract and walked to the door.  Ms. Johnson was
located in an outer office that was almost as private as Mrs.  Hansen's
office. She glanced up as I came through the door and didn't seem at  all
surprised to see me naked. I held out the contract and said, "Mrs. Hansen  would
like three copies, please."
She smiled and nodded. "Of course, right away. Please  wait and I'll take
care of it right now." She got up and crossed the room to the  copier.  I
waited while she made the  copies. When she returned she smiled and said, "
Welcome aboard, Ms. Teal. I'm  sure it will be a pleasure working with you."
She paused and I saw her eyes  flick over my body. "You're very lovely."
I brought the contract back to Mrs. Hansen and she put  one copy in an
envelope for me. The she wrote an address on the back of the  envelope and put a
key on top of it. "I'm giving you three days to arrange your  affairs and
move your personal possessions into my place. I've written my  address on
the back of this envelope. This key will let you in. Oh, let me write  down
the security code." She did so and then continued, "Do you foresee any
difficulty in meeting my deadline?"
I shook my head. "No, Mrs.  Hansen."
She smiled. "Good! And please call me Nora when we're  alone." She stroked
my thigh and whispered, "I wish I could try you now! Get  dressed and get
going."
The next three days were busy ones for me but I had  myself moved in before
she arrived home on the third day. I was waiting in the  living room of her
spacious condo when she got home. It was shortly after 7:00  p.m., an early
night for her as I later learned, and she smiled when she came in  and saw
me sitting on the sofa. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, my feet  bare.
I stood up as she approached. She slipped her arms around  me and kissed me
on the lips, a light kiss, merely brushing my lips with hers.  She slipped
her hands under my t-shirt and ran them up my back, smiling when she  failed
to find a bra strap. "Good girl, but I'd prefer you nude. In fact, the
rule when we're at home is you're to be nude at all times, unless I give you
permission to dress. Understand?"
I nodded. "Yes, Nora. What if there's someone else  present?" As I spoke I
was unsnapping my jeans.
She stepped back and watched me disrobe. "It doesn't  matter who's here.
If I haven't given you permission to dress you stay  nude."
I stepped out of my jeans and then removed my t-shirt.  "Yes, Nora." I
pushed my panties down and stepped out of them, blushing slightly  as I tossed
them on top of my jeans. She cupped my tits and fondled them gently.  We're
about the same height but in heels she was about 2" taller than  me.
"Have you ever been with a  woman?"
I sighed as my nipples hardened under her thumbs. "Yes,  once."
"And?"
"It was very enjoyable but it only happened  once."
"Why only once?"
"Because I didn't want to be different. The school was  small and I was
afraid of becoming known as a dyke. As an athlete, I was already  a member of
a suspect group."
She smiled. "None of that matters now, Nicki. You're not  in school any
more and you're mine." She pinched my nipples and I whimpered as  the
pain/pleasure shot through me. "I'm not a sadist, I won't cause you pain
unnecessarily but I do intend to dominate you. It may cause you problems because  I'
ll require you to make decisions in your role as my assistant, business
decisions, but in your personal role, your personal life, I will make all of
the  decisions. You won't do a thing without my permission.  Understand?"
I let my head droop, as if I was exhausted. And, in a way  I was. This was
what I'd wanted all of my life - a strong person to take charge  and tell me
what to do and when to do it. I just never realized it might be a  woman. "
Yes, ma'am. I understand."
She slid her right hand down over my belly and cupped my  vulva. "This bush
will have to go." Her other hand brushed the hair back from my  forehead. "
And this will have to be cut, a short razor cut to give you the  tomboy
look I prefer. There may be other changes. I might want rings for your  nipples
maybe, but no tattoos. I hate tattoos on a woman." She tweaked my  nipples
and I moaned. "You have such pretty pink nipples! And they're so  hard!"
She crouched in front of me and began running her hands  over my legs.  It
reminded me of a  scene in a movie I'd seen where a man was examining a
horse. She ran her hands  over every inch of my body. Then she cupped my chin
and said, "Open your  mouth."
She examined my teeth and then she slid her thumb into my  mouth. It was a
surprising erotic thing to have her thumb in my mouth, pressing  down on my
tongue. "I own you." Her voice was soft but commanding. "Don't you  ever
forget it!"
I said, "Yes, ma'am." But it came out  garbled.
She understood anyway and she smiled. I'm going to have  you start working
out with a personal trainer. I have a young woman in mind.  She's a hard,
sadistic little bitch but she'll get you in top shape quickly. I  want a more
cut look so she'll dictate your diet too. But I won't let her hurt  you. I'
ll punish you if I see fit but I won't let anyone else punish you. By the
way, how is your pain tolerance?"
She took her thumb out of my mouth. "I'm not sure. I  broke a couple of
bones growing up and it hurt like hell. I  cried."
She couldn't seem to keep her hands off me, not that I  minded. She stroked
my back and whispered, "We'll find out later. I'll cane  you." I
shivered. I was scared but also excited. "Do you want  sex?"
I nodded eagerly. "Yes!"
She put me on my hands and knees on the dining room table  and fondled my
breasts with her left hand while masturbating me with her right  hand. I was
wet and ready and it didn't take her long to have me totally  aroused,
whimpering in frustration as she teased me to the edge of orgasm and  then backed
off. "I understand that you'll have the occasional craving for cock  so I'
ll arranged to have you serviced regularly. Are you on the  pill?"
I shook my head. "No."
"We'll lay in a stock of condoms. Or would your rather go  on the pill?
Or shall I have you fixed?"
I glanced at her and saw that she was smiling. "Condoms,  please."
`Where shall I have them do you? Your  cunt?"
"Yesssss."
"Your mouth?"
"Yesss, there too."
"Your ass?"
I shook my head. "No! Not there!  Please!"
She chuckled. "Do you want to  come?"
I nodded vigorously. "Oh, yes!  Please!"
"Will you take it in the ass if I command  it?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes."
Her left hand moved down across my belly and she found my  clit, flicking
it with the tip of her forefinger. I threw my head back and  screamed with
pleasure as I came and came and came! It seemed like it lasted for  an hour
but it probably wasn't more than 10 or 12 seconds. It lasted much longer  than
any of my previous orgasms, and was much more  intense.
She continued to stroke me while I calmed down. When my  breathing had
become regular again she kissed my shoulder and said, "I think you  need a
shower." She was right. My body was covered with perspiration. "But first  I
think you need to get cleaned out. A nice enema to purify you as you start
your new life."
She patted my butt and said, "Let's go." I hopped down  from the table and
she took my hand and led me down the hall to the huge marble  bathroom.
She had me roll up the  bath mat while she prepared the enema bag. I'd never
had one before and I was  rather leery. She put me on my belly on the cold
tile with my knees drawn up  under my body. I watch out of the corner of my
eye as she hung the enema bag  from a hook set high in the wall. She greased
the black plastic nozzle with  petroleum jelly. Then she crouched and spread
my buttocks with one hand. "My,  what a cute little asshole you have! All
dusky beige and nicely puckered." She  ran the tip of her finger over my anus
and I moaned. I was totally embarrassed  and I could feel myself blushing.
She chuckled and then she slid the nozzle into  my ass.  "I think two quarts
is good  for a start." She opened the clamp and the warm soapy water began
to flood my  rectum.
She crouched and rubbed my belly, crooning to me in a  soft voice.
Nonsense syllables, but  the sound of her voice and the touch of her hand were very
soothing. After the  bag was empty she kept me there for a couple of
minutes. Then she let me get up  and sit on the toilet. I blushed furiously when
it became apparent she wasn't  going to let me have any privacy. Those days
were over. I closed my eyes and  voided my bowels. It was the most
humiliating, most exciting moment of my  life!
She supervised my shower. When I was done she dried me  off with a big,
soft towel and then dried my hair with a blow dryer. She refused  to let me do
anything for/to myself. I was forbidden to masturbate or even touch  my
body. She brushed my teeth. She applied my makeup. When she caught me
scratching an itch she put a pair of latex gloves on my hands and then taped the
fingers and thumbs so I was helpless. I spent the weekend like that. She fed
me,  washed me, wiped my butt, brushed my teeth, and scratched me when I
itched. It  was weird at first to be totally dependent upon another person. It
was like I  was a baby again except that I was able to talk. By Sunday morning
I was coming  to accept needing her for the simplest things. By Sunday
evening I realized that  I liked it, liked having her take care of my every
need.
She surprised me on Monday morning by calling Ms. Johnson  to tell her that
she wouldn't be in because she had some conflicting  appointments.  When
she saw my look  she grinned and said, "I don't want you going to the beauty
salon  alone."
When we left to catch a taxi I was wearing exercise  clothes - a gray
sports bra, gray spandex shorts, gray socks, and gray and white  Reeboks.  My
shorts fit like a  second skin, cupping and molding my firm buttocks.  They
were so tight that my vulva was  perfectly outlined. I'd never worn them
outside before. Nora was wearing a blue  silk scoop neck T-shirt, jeans, and
sandals. We hailed a cab and I opened the  back door and held it while she got
in. I followed, sliding across the seat  until I was next to her. I'd already
learned that she liked me as close as  possible and got cranky when I was
out of reach. She slid her hand up my leg and  let it come to rest with the
bottom edge of her hand just brushing my vulva. I  closed my thighs on her
hand and she smiled and winked. As the taxi pulled away  from the curb she
began rocking her hand ever so slightly, not enough to be  noticeable to the
driver but enough to send a surge of pleasurable sensations  shooting through
my groin.
By the time the taxi dropped us in front of the beauty  salon I was so wet
I was sure it must have soaked through the spandex. But it  hadn't. My
haircut was first and when it was over my hair was no longer than 2"  anywhere on
my head. I was amazed to see how young it made me look. I looked  like the
teenaged tomboy I'd been before I left for college. Nora was very  pleased.
I glanced at her and started to speak but then I thought better of  it.
She noticed. "What?"
I shook my head, "Nothing. Just a  thought."
She raised her eyebrows. "Share  it."
It was a command I couldn't ignore. I put my lips close  to her ear and
whispered. "I just thought how nice it would be for you if I was  a virgin."
She grinned. "You look innocent and virginal. I'm going  to have to buy
you a Catholic schoolgirl's  uniform."
We were walking into the back of the salon, to a room  where I was going to
have a full bikini wax. I bumped her with my hip and  whispered, "I still
have my old uniform. It's hanging in my closet. At your  place."
"At our place, darling. You'll have to model in later.  Oh, by the way,
remind me to stop and buy a cane on the way  home."
At first I thought she meant the kind you walk with and  then I realized
what she really meant. I nodded and whispered, "Yes,  ma'am."
A young woman was waiting for us. I stripped and got up  on the table.
Nora held my hand while the woman removed my pubic hair  using warm wax.
Nora had her leave  the soft, sun bleached down on my thighs because she
liked the way it contrasted  with my tan. She made sure that the woman removed
every trace of hair on my  pubic mound, including any in the crevice between
my buttocks. When she was  done, and Nora had voiced her approval, the woman
smiled and said, "She's very  pretty." Nora nodded while I blushed.
We walked to a fetish shop where Nora bought a cane and a  leather collar.
The collar was English, hand-tooled from the finest leather. It  was black
and contrasted nicely with my tan. I wore it out of the store.  Then we
caught a taxi back to the condo.  As soon as the door closed behind us I removed
my clothes. Nora took my hand and  led me into the kitchen.  She had me
stand with my thighs pressed against the kitchen table. My feet were spread a
comfortable distance apart, and my hands were clasped behind my neck, and I
was  ready to be caned..
I heard a sibilant swish and then the breath was driven  from my lungs by
the worst pain I'd ever felt! Before I could recover she swung  again.
Swish. Crack. I grunted. She  swung the cane in a regular rhythm. After six, I
felt tears welling up in my  eyes. My butt felt hot and the pain jolted
through me. After ten I had tears  streaming down my face. She asked me if I'd had
enough. I wanted to shout,  "Yes!" But my stubborn, competitive nature
kicked in and I found myself shaking  my head. She gave me five more. I was
sobbing but I shook my head when she asked  if I wanted her to stop. She urged
me to stop but I refused. I wasn't going to  give in. She gave me five more,
I screamed after each. But, again, I refused to  ask her to stop. She
ordered me to ask her to stop. I shook my head.  She gave me one more, a very
hard one.  And then I heard her curse. That was followed by a snapping sound.
Then the  cane, in two pieces, flew past me and bounced off the window. "You
are such a  stubborn, fuckin' bitch!  Remind me  to punish your for that!
Now come with me."
I followed her to the bedroom. She had me lay face down  on the bed while
she spread an anesthetic cream over my sore butt. It hurt, but  I bit my lip
and remained silent. After she finished tending to my bruised butt  I asked
her how bad it was. She was undressing but paused and shrugged.  "You'll be
bruised for ten days and  there are a couple of cuts but they'll heal. It
could have been worse. Of course  if you weren't such a stubborn bitch it
wouldn't be this bad." She stretched out  beside me and rubbed my back until I
fell into a fitful  sleep.
I woke up several times during the night and each time  Nora woke too.  She
reapplied the  cream each time and then rubbed my back until I was asleep.
The next morning I  woke as she was dressing for work. She smiled and
called, "Emma, come in  here."
A slender Asian woman appeared in the doorway. She was a  5' 5" ball of
energy with short black hair and a beautiful apricot complexion.  She was one
of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. Nora nodded at her and  said, "
Nicki, this is the sadistic little bitch I told you about. Her name is  Emma
Wang. (Pronounced Wong) She's going to supervise your workouts but for the
next few days she's going to be your nurse. Isn't that right,  bitch?"
Emma nodded. It was apparent that while she might be  sadistic she wasn't
dominant like Nora. "That's right. Nice to meet you,  Nicki."
"Nice to my you, too, Emma." I put my head down on my  arms as she walked
over to the nightstand and picked up the tube of anesthetic  cream. Nora
stood and watched while Emma spread the cream on my butt. I was  surprised to
realize that it didn't bother be to be nude in front of a stranger.  Not too
much, anyway.
Nora paused in the doorway before leaving. "Emma, strip  down. I want both
of you nude." Emma stripped and I watched with interest as her  slender body
was revealed. Her tits were small, no more than a b-cup, but nicely
shaped. Her nipples were dark, almost purple, and small. Like me, she had no
pubic hair and her sex was shockingly visible. I wondered if I was the same now
that I'd been waxed. I'd have to look in the mirror. Her legs were slim
and  pretty and she had a nice, tight butt.
Emma, despite her supposed sadistic nature, treated me  wonderfully for the
next few days. I was cranky because Nora was spending most  of her time
working and I felt neglected despite the fact I'd only been with her  for a few
days. When I complained Nora told me to put Emma on. She gave Emma
instructions and then Emma handed the phone back and Nora told me to obey Emma  as
if it were her giving instructions.
Emma had me put on a pair of latex gloves. She taped the  fingers and
thumbs. Then she tied my wrists behind my back with soft velvet  drapery cord.
She kept me like that all day. And, periodically, she brought me  to orgasm
with her fingers or tongue. Ditto the next day and the day after. I  was kept
in a sexual stupor, too satiated on sex to complain about anything.  Nora
used me when she was home, which wasn't often.
Ten days later I was completed healed with only a few  faint and fading
bruises on my butt. Nora and I spent a glorious weekend  together before she
packed me off to learn to be a bodyguard. It was an intense  three-month
course. I passed. Not at the top of the class but in the upper 1/3.  That was
followed by a driving course that lasted for six  weeks.
This time I was in the top 10% of the  class.
I arrived back in mid December. Nora had Emma pick me up  at the airport.
It was good to be back. Emma was quiet on the ride in from the  airport and
she didn't come in with me, just dropped me in front and let the  doorman get
my bag out of the car. I waved but she ignored me and drove off.  Once
inside the condo I stripped and hung my clothes neatly in the closet in  `my'
room, a room I only used to store my clothes and the few personal
possessions I'd kept when I'd cleaned out my former  apartment.
Nora got home at 7:30 that evening, fairly early for her.  I heard her push
her key into the door and I was on my knees just inside the  living room
door when she walked in. She motioned me to my feet and kissed me,  pushing
her tongue deep into my mouth. We made love right there on the living  room
floor. When Nora straddled me in the classic 69 I didn't hesitate when she
lowered her cunt within reach of my mouth. I licked her eagerly, enjoying the
sweet, slightly salty taste of her love juice. After bringing each other to
 orgasm a couple of times we showered together.
Later, as we lay in bed, cuddling, I asked her about  Emma. Nora told me
that Emma was pissed because she'd asked if she could use me  at will and Nora
had refused.
"I think it's time to cut her  loose."
She did and life settled down. I accompanied Nora  everywhere in my
capacity as her assistant and bodyguard. But, primarily, I was  her sex slave.
The End (?)
This ending is kind of lame but I sensed the story going  on and on forever
without end and I panicked.
LLD