Personal Assistant by Laura Lynn Davis F/F Bnd ================================= 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