She took a deep breath through her lightly painted red lips as she reached her hand forward and pushed the button for the elevator.
The doorman informed her that Mr. RJ was waiting for her at the top floor. She was very excited about this job interview, as she needed the money. She had always wanted to work as a personal assistant to a high corporate executive, but to think that she was actually being interviewed for the position to be an assistant to the president, well it was more than she could believe possible.
Among the perks of wealth is the contacts you make and control, especially in a small town. My contracting and waste disposal and recycling firm holds a stranglehold on the local economy.
I control the roads, the trash, and the building construction. Through my significant campaign donations I own the local District Attorney, all the judges, the sheriff and a majority of town councilmen.
My parents died when I was 12 and gave me a nice nest egg to start with.
I tell you we're going out to dinner. You ask where but I refuse to answer, instead telling you to take off your clothes. I watch you wriggle out of your jeans, unbutton your blouse and shrug out of it, remove your bra and slide your panties off.
I make you wait, naked, while I choose your clothes for the evening. I pay special attention to your lingerie, selecting a tasteful combination of your best items -- panties, stockings, garters, bra.
Hazy patches of light begin to coalesce as I gradually come back to my senses. The room taking its own sweet time swimming into view.
My confusion is not helped by the way my body is positioned, or by the way it feels.
Sensations of silken confinement weave and caress my legs from thigh to foot, wrapped all around as I shift slightly. More confinement around my abdomen and chest, tighter and constrictive, the feeling is both restraining and soft.
At last, the spirits came back.
As my ethereal captors walked up to me, they took the solid forms of human females, ready to use me for mortal pleasure once again. They stood in a semicircle around me, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of me, nude and bound by shackles that fused directly to the wall of the crystal cavern where they kept me. My arms were kept away from the rest of my body and my legs were spread, displaying my undefended masculinity to their desirous gazes.
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Reader note Tess O'Meter -- Red.
I am naked.
My wrists and ankles are stretched painful away from my body, muscles starting to quiver from the strain.
I don't know how long I have been here; it seems like all day.
It's all a bit blurry really.
Last night, as I was walking back to my hotel, I passed some local guy who smiled at me.