Escape into Bondage
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by Valentine Adams
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: She Went from Unwilling to Willing Slave! Max and Emma were co-workers for several years. And she proved herself to be a terrific employee. But then, at a young age, Max sold out and retired and Emma moved away. Their best-kept secret was that each had become enamoured of the other. But neither of them was willing to take the risk of admitting these feelings ... until Max offered to send her to college and graduate school, all expenses paid, in exchange for a few days of her time each year. And for those few days, Max had some pretty specific expectations. He knew his needs were twisted, but he so wanted to see her bound in his ropes that he couldn't resist. And even though Emma was superficially straight laced and conservative, she became the perfect sex toy for Max. More shocking though was that Emma found release in her bondage. Suddenly she was freed of all responsibility for whatever happened with Max. She was a totally different and liberated woman in captivity. She was truly escaping into bondage.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: June 2007
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [178 KB]
Reading time: 121-170 min.
He was one of the lucky ones. You know the sort. Everything they touch turns to gold. Back in the late eighties, he was just out of grad school when the dotcom phenomenon started. And he was an idea man without peer. In the four years before the bubble burst, he created seventeen companies that were web based. And the true test of his talent was that he sold every damn one of them before the bust. At the ripe old age of twenty-seven he had made himself a nice little nest egg. Forget the little part. He made more than eighty million dollars in four years after the tax accountants finished with the nearly thirty million he had to give away to tax collectors. Most folks, particularly folks that age with that kind of money would have just found themselves a nice place to relax and spend the rest of life spending the interest that sort of money can earn; but not Max. He turned that "start-up" capital as he called it into some serious money. But before his thirty-eighth birthday, he did throw in the towel and retire. Of course, by then he was worth nearly 600 million dollars. And he was on eleven boards of directors of corporations where he had major capital investment. Incidentally, that amounts to ten percent of the outstanding stock. Then it occurred to him that there were more important things in life.
Max did have one other exceptional characteristic that did great things for him though. In fact, this one ... let's call it an attitude, did more for him than all the money. Now you might not believe this, but Max was kind to the common people. He didn't hesitate to take advantage of the greed that some of the tycoon types exhibited. In fact, that was just how he had made all his early money. But the last thing Max would ever do is take advantage of someone who had to work for a living. He was always fair to and protective of his employees. He habitually saw to it that they had jobs when he sold out and while he was developing new companies, he was good to the people who worked for him. He realized that these were the very people who made him successful. And along the way, the few best of the folks, Max took with him. In fact, there was one little girl he had hired right out of high school and she was a benchmark setter. She was fiercely loyal to Max and he to her. She had been on the employee lists of thirteen of those start-up dotcoms, and she was there at the end when he cashed out of that particular marketplace. He had placed her in a job in one of the corporations in which he was a principle stockholder. But management wasn't of the same persuasion as Max and she didn't fair well. Then he heard that she had just given up and left her latest job and moved to a city nearly sixty miles away.
He really hoped that she was planning to go back to school. She was smart and one of the best natural managers he had ever met. Her only problems were that she didn't have the technical training or the degree or the confidence. It also didn't help that she was a pretty girl and way too smart. There was this whole intimidation factor that just scared the shit out of all the young MBAs. Of course, any time you find that kind of combination, there's always some shortcoming and she certainly had one of those. In fact, she had a series of shortcomings that fed on each other. She had never had a job with much responsibility or authority. And this wasn't because she just didn't have the experience. But because she always felt under appreciated, she had a tendency to miss work a lot. Most people go to work in the mornings about half the time feeling bad enough to rationalize not going. But with Emma, if she had the slightest excuse, she'd take a sick day. And the missed time added to the argument against giving her a more responsible job. Plus she had a totally wacky family. A twin sister, Anna, was a total bitch. Her brother was one of those types that just never did well at anything. He ended up mooching off his parents, his sisters and his friends until he finally ended up in jail for "borrowing" some money from a local convenience market. Luckily, he didn't have a gun, so at least it wasn't armed robbery. He just waited near the register until the cashier wasn't paying attention and he swiped nearly eighty dollars from the drawer. That cost him three years. So what's that, about twenty-five cents an hour?
All these things had added to her decision to leave town and start over. And it had been Max's suggestion that she do just that. But then it occurred to him that he really missed seeing her pretty face every morning at work. She had the most incredible blue eyes. They always looked like she was wearing those colored contact lenses. But no, they're her natural color. And she's one of those women who will look like a girl her entire life. A major contributing factor was that she was so small. Only about five-one and not even a hundred pounds, and small features made her look like a thirteen-year-old. They had a dinner meeting last fall and she had ordered a martini. And at twenty-seven, she had been carded. Really pissed her off too. But Max reminded her that when she was forty and still getting carded, she would find it flattering. Then she gave him that devilish smile like she had gotten away with something sneaky. It was that smile that he missed most. There was something totally erotic about it, even though nothing could have been further from her mind. That oblivious ignorance to her own sexiness was another thing that drove Max nuts. She was like a kid in so many ways, but all this in the body of a really hot young woman. She, of course, would never believe that. But it was true. She complained about how short she was and that she had skinny legs. But the truth was, she was a perfect size zero. And everything was in proper proportion. But she would quickly remind anyone who said as much that if she was so perfect, then why was it that she was twenty-seven and not only not married, but she had never had a serious relationship. The true answer to that was probably that she was too prudish. She had told Max that she wasn't a virgin. But he suspected that she hadn't gotten laid since high school. And that was maybe once or twice then. But all of this isn't the story. So let's get on with it. * * * *
He hadn't seen her in nearly three months. But he did exchange emails with her on a fairly regular basis. And about once or twice a month he actually talked with her on the phone. There was usually some business excuse for him to make the call. But that didn't matter. He got to talk with her and she was never too eager to get off the phone. That was surely a good sign.
He called her this time on a Tuesday and asked where he might find a folder on one of the contracts she had filed for him. It took her less than sixty seconds to tell him exactly where he could find a copy of it. But she was wrong about its location. He had the file on his desk when he called her. It was the file that had given him the excuse to make the call.
"Hi Em, it's me, Max."
"Hey Max. How've ya been?"
"Fine. Miss you though. I called to ask you a couple of things."
"First, the Dayton contract, location?"
She had hesitated only seconds before her response.
"It's in the top drawer of the fireproof file. I think they moved that one back into the storeroom where all the furniture from the River View office was stored. The cabinet's kinda dark reddish-brown. It' steel but I think it's supposed to be the color of mahogany wood. You'll see the one I mean."
"Okay. Thanks. How's everything goin' for you?"
"I'm kinda pissed to tell the truth. I went over to the university on Friday for my counseling appointment. I can get in without any trouble and they'll transfer all but four hours of credit I did at the community college. So I can start as a junior."
"That doesn't sound like any reason to be pissed."
"No, that's the good news. The bad news is that because of what I earned last year, with the bonus when we sold Safety.net, I don't qualify for any sort of financial aide. So I can't afford to go to school without working a year and living like a homeless person to save enough to pay just the tuition. And the other costs are astronomical. And I used the bonus as a down payment on my car and now I have a car payment and no money. I never should have bought that car. And I'm gonna have to work even during school to pay my living expenses, so I don't know how I'm gonna be able to save up next year's tuition. I'm just frustrated."
"How about loans?"
"I don't qualify for any of the reduced rate loans. I can go to a bank and just borrow college money at about nine or ten percent. But based on my income now, they won't loan me nearly enough to cover the costs of school and then there's still living expenses. But enough bitchin'. Jeez, I'm startin' to sound like Anna. You said you wanted to ask me a coupla things?"
"Oh yeah. I'm gonna be up there on Thursday. I just wanted to see if you'd have lunch with me. I have a meeting, but there's no one going to be there that I wanna spend lunch with. Besides, I have a proposition to offer you."
"You're gonna proposition me! I can hardly wait 'til Thursday."
"Then you'll meet me?"
"You're the one who lives up there. You pick."
"Okay. Where's your meeting?"
"At some realtor's office downtown."
"Great. There's a place downtown on Front Street called The Warf. What time suits you?"
"My meeting's at eleven and shouldn't take more than half an hour. How about eleven-forty-five?"
"That works. I'll see you then."
He smiled as he put the receiver back in its cradle. Now he wasn't lying, he really did have a meeting there. * * * *
He left at ten, knowing that the drive would only take just over an hour. But he just couldn't wait any longer. He had thought about nothing else since Tuesday, and the proposition was either going to put her in his life for the next few years or it would drive her so far away that he would never see her again. It was a gamble he just had to make though. He was tired of the current situation. And on the off chance that she accepted the offer, it was worth any risk. He had made this drive once or twice a week when he had been in graduate school and now the memory of just how boring this stretch of highway was had come clearly back to his consciousness. Although it had only been thirteen years, the road was a little better than in those days. He took the downtown exit and was at the Front Street parking lot before eleven thirty. He parked and strolled casually down to the Warf. He liked these old buildings. Most of them were either former warehouses or factory buildings put up around the turn of the twentieth century, abandoned in the sixties and seventies and then rehabilitated and renovated and converted with industrial development money from the federal government in the nineties. The Warf was a red brick four story that had probably been a retail or service industry, maybe a printing company or the like. The glass in the front windows was all beveled at the edges and the front doors were massive.
Inside, the brick was exposed, as were the rough-hewn beams. The floors were maple and had been worn smooth and nearly "soft" with decades of traffic. The décor in the upscale restaurant was dark wood and leather and there was a decided appeal to the young professional. A soft-spoken hostess escorted him to a table against the far right wall. As he took his seat in a dark red leather wingback chair he saw that it was set for two with white linen tablecloth, matching napkins, heavy flatware and etched crystal stemware surrounding silver banded white china. He was impressed.
He ordered a Beefeaters martini on the rocks with three olives and it had just arrived when he saw the pretty little strawberry blonde enter the vestibule. She scanned the dining room and smiled brightly when she saw him. He knew it was only his imagination, but he really felt that it had gotten lighter in the dim room when she smiled. She took her seat across from him only seconds later.
"Hi Max. You're lookin' good. Whatever your new business venture is, it must agree with you."
"Nice of you to notice. And even at the risk of sounding like I'm only reciprocating, you look as pretty as ever."
"You're very kind. Whatcha drinkin'?"
This exchange magically brought their waiter to the table.
"I'll have one of those."
She pointed at his glass and with a nod of understanding, the waiter was gone again.
"So, what sort of business are you doing currently?"
"Actually, I've pretty much decided to retire. I mean, I'll keep some investments. Probably make some others. But I'm not going to be actively involved in managing anything any more. It occurred to me that I'm nearly forty years old. I'm not gonna live forever. And I made money not just to make it and have it, but also to spend it. So that's what I'm gonna do."
Emma smiled at him brightly.
"Until something comes along that grabs your fancy. Then you'll be off to the races before you can say boo."
"I already have things that have caught my fancy. And I want to do those. I've never really been into working hard. I just got caught up in those businesses. I really don't want to do that again. Besides, I could never spend all the money I've made. So I asked myself what I'd like to do. You know, what do I enjoy? What gives me pleasure? And that's what I'm gonna do from now on."
"And have you figured out what those things are?"
"I've gotten a good start. That's why I wanted you to meet me for lunch today."
"Oh, so that's what you meant by offering me a proposition? You gonna offer me a job?"
"Yeah. At least after a fashion."
"Well, fortunately for you, I need to get a job for a year or two, so I can go back to school."
"That's really what my proposition is about; you goin' to school."
"I'm all ears."
"Yeah, I noticed they've gotten bigger!"
This brought a giggle and a gentle slap at him with her left hand.
"Don't make me self-conscious. You know how I am."
"Your ears are just like the rest of you ... perfect."
"Okay, quit with the bullshit. I wanna hear this job offer. I'm desperate."
"Desperate's good ... for me. Okay, here's what I want to do. I want to offer you a chance to go to school full-time without a job as such. So I'll buy you a new state of the art laptop with all the software goodies. And I'll pay your tuition, buy your parking permit, give you say, five hundred dollars each semester for books and supplies and pay you two thousand dollars each month for living expenses. Now add to that twice a year during your breaks for say, Christmas and the summer, an added bonus of six thousand dollars each time. That will total thirty six thousand dollars a year for living expenses. In exchange, I'll require one twenty-four hour day each month and during those two breaks, you have to go on vacation with me for seven to ten days, all expenses paid and relax, except for three consecutive twenty-four days that you must give to me. That works out to be 432 hours each year and that makes your compensation just over eighty three dollars an hour plus all the school expenses which surely puts that over a hundred bucks an hour. And to sweeten the deal, I'll pay off your car loan. We'll have a written contract that is in force for twenty-four months to start and can be extended for twelve months at a time for as long as you're going to school. The only minimum requirement is that you must be pursuing a degree at a level that you do not already hold and you must maintain at least a 3.0 grade point average. And as far as I'm concerned, you can keep going until you get a Ph.D."
It was rare for her to be speechless, but now was certainly one of those rare occasions. She had long wondered if Max had a crush on her, but he had never even asked her out on a date. She certainly would have gone out with him. In fact, she spent the first two years she had worked for him living in a fantasy that he would sweep her off her feet and they would end up getting married. But this was way more than anything she had even dreamed about. He was offering her a fortune. But there had to be a catch. So after several minutes of thought and finally managing to get her jaw off her chest, she asked.
"What's the catch?"
"Probably the kind of work you'll be doing for those 432 hours."
"And that is?"
Max had not managed to make a fortune taking risks nor had he developed a reputation for driving ahead by being a wilting lily. In fact, he had learned long ago that when you're negotiating, just look them in the face and tell them exactly what you have to get to make the deal happen. But this was the only really important risk he'd taken to this point in life. Still, you had to go with what had worked well in the past and without allowing himself to think about the consequences, he responded straight away.
"Emma, I'm into bondage. And I've always wanted to have you that way. So what I'm offering you is a good education and a comfortable life while you're getting it, in exchange for a little ... discomfort once a month."
Emma had spent most of her life in a relatively small town and she certainly wasn't worldly in her sexual education or experience, but she was pretty sure that he had just offered to pay for her education in exchange for sex. She wasn't sure exactly what he was asking for, but she felt safe with her assumption that it was sexual. She had certainly heard that 'I've always wanted to have you' comment.
"I'm ... are you sayin' ... you want sex? I guess I'm not exactly sure what you're asking for."
Max shrugged slightly and smiled at her. At least she hadn't jumped up and ran away like her hair was on fire. That had to be a good sign.
"I suppose, for lack of a better description, I'm asking to have a relationship of sorts with you. But please understand that the contract would not include intercourse. I mean, I would love to have that too, but I would never force you to agree to that with what's at stake here. I want to help you get an education. And in the process, I will get something I want as well. And there's no harm and no foul. We both win."
Emma was by this point as they say, red as a beet. She was sitting in a restaurant talking about selling sex. If she did this would she be a prostitute? But wait, if wasn't sex he'd said. So why?
"So, no intercourse. But what're you gonna get out of it?"
"Like I said, I'm into bondage and that's what I want. You in bondage."
"I don't know if I ... understand what that is."
"Oh. Well ... how can I explain this? When you were a kid, did you ever play games like cowboys and Indians or cops and crooks when someone would get captured and tied up?"
"Not really. My brother tied me to a tree one time and left me in the woods when it was time to go to dinner."
"You were playing some sort of game?"
"No. He was just bein' mean to me."
"Well, lots of kids, when they're ten or twelve years old, like to play games where they tie each other up. Some of us never outgrow enjoying those games. It's a visual thing I think."
Her facial expression changed dramatically with the beginnings of understanding.
"So that's what you want. You wanna tie me up?"
"I like it."
"I have no idea why, but I do."
"So you like to hurt women?"
"Absolutely not. I would take every precaution to keep you from being hurt. It's just ... I don't know exactly how to explain it, but it's ... sexy. I like that you would be totally dependent on me ... and totally at my mercy."
"And you'd pay me all that money just to do that?"
"Sure. Money doesn't mean anything to me. You, on the other hand, do."
"And there won't be any sex?"
"There won't be any intercourse. The whole process will be sexual though."
"But no rape when I can't help myself?"
"No way. Rape is something that would never happen."
"But sex ... without intercourse?"
"What sorta sex ... do you guess?"
"Touching certainly. It just depends on the mood and how you feel. If I was doing something and I got the sense that you weren't in the mood or that it was going too fast, then I'd ... probably just stop. I do want it to be sexual though. You should understand that you'd be agreeing to intimate behavior. I wanna put my hands on you. All over you in fact. But I don't want it to feel like something dirty or scary to you. It would depend on whatever you feel like. But no intercourse or penetration of any kind unless you ask for it. And I really mean that you'd have to ask me to fuck you. Not make love to you, but fuck you. That way I'd know you really meant it since you don't say that sort of thing very easily."
She nodded, digesting this for a few minutes. She was beginning to get a picture of what he was expecting of her, that is, if her idea was correct.
"What about nudity?"
"Well ... I certainly will want to decide what you wear. I guess that might also include ... nothing at all. More likely it would be something revealing but not complete nudity. Would that be a problem?"
"I don't know. I'm not very happy with my body, you know? I don't know if I want anyone else to see it."
"I'd love to see it. Maybe that's just what you need to overcome your fear of somebody seein' you naked."
The silence was nearly deafening for the next couple of minutes. But then finally she responded.
"Can I think about it a day or two?"
He sighed almost audibly as the sensation of relief hit him. She hadn't said no right off the bat. He figured that getting a yes might not be a sure thing, but if he could at least avoid a no, then he had a chance.
"Take as long as you need."
The rest of lunch was pretty sedate with each of them in their separate mental worlds. When they parted company, she'd given Max a peck on the cheek and promised to call before Monday.