Take a Letter, Jenny Part One
By David Brennan
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The door opened and John almost took a step back. She looked stunning, more like a real woman than she could ever look in those business suits. Her red hair was swept up on top of her head, she wore discreet but effective make-up and her black, figure-hugging dress was delightful.
"Don't stand there on the doorstep all night, John. Come on in."
He entered the hallway and the door closed behind him...
The fog lifted, to be replaced by a throbbing headache which made John wish for unconsciousness again. Suddenly he was aware of a tugging at his wrist and, with his headache temporarily forgotten, he realised that his hands were tied to the edges of the brass bedhead. Not only that, but his feet were tied at the other end of the bed in a similar manner.
He raised his head, despite the dull ache in his brain, and also saw that he was completely naked. The panic of being caught in such a vulnerable position caused him to struggle against the rope, but all he succeeded in doing was to tighten the knots still further, so that the pain became almost unbearable. He lay back with a moan of frustration and tried to remember what had happened to lead him into such a bizarre situation.
He hadn't had too much to drink - he'd deliberately stayed sober in order to increase his chances of seduction. He remembered the meal well enough - he'd been in top form, complimenting her on her looks and getting into an amiable debate about the superiority of men. He remembered the two of them retiring to the sofa for drinks, the first, fumbled forays into lovemaking, and then... blackness.
That was it! His drink had been drugged. He vaguely remembered her laughing softly as he struggled against sleep, and the whispered remark in his ear: "Now we'll see who's the superior sex..."
And so here he was - defenceless. He'd made it to her bedroom all right, but not in the way he'd planned. He heard footsteps and looked up. She entered the room wearing a flowing pink satin dressing gown which she immediately allowed to drop to the floor, revealing her beautifully rounded, naked body.
John felt a wave of relief - this was merely some strange sex game after all. Then the feeling vanished, to be replaced by a shiver of fear, as a cruel smile of victory played around her lips. Suddenly John understood - this was for real!
A surge of renewed confidence came over him as, with her back to him, Lisa rummaged through her wardrobe.
"Get these bloody ropes off me right now! There'll be hell to pay at the office if you don't stop being so damned stupid. I'll... AAAARGHHH!"
He screamed as the stick came down sharply across his naked thighs. Tears welled in his eyes but she continued to ignore him. He was about to protest again, but the stinging in his thighs convinced him to keep quiet.
As Lisa continued to get dressed, he realised that she was preparing for work. He looked through the crack in the curtains and he became aware that it was morning... surely she'd have to let him free to go to work?
"Are you going to untie me now? I can't be late for work." He was aware that a note of submission was beginning to enter his voice.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about work" she said, "I'll pretend that you phoned me to say that you're too sick to come in today. That will leave you with plenty of time to think about your future."
She sat on the edge of the bed and waved a handful of Polaroids in front of him. "These should convince you that, unless you do what I say, I can destroy your reputation at work. Either you obey my orders or these get circulated to our senior management."
She showed him a series of photographs and he blanched. While he had been unconscious, she had dressed him completely in 'little girl' clothes. He stared in fascination at his shaved body dressed in the bonnet, pink blousette, short flared skirt that exposed the frilly panties underneath, frilled white socks, and to complete the humiliation, a large pink dummy in his mouth. Worse still, the photographs had been shot in such a way as to make him look like he was totally awake and enjoying himself!
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