Take a Letter, Jenny Part One
By David Brennan
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"But why are you doing this?" he pleaded.
"Simple. You've made my life hell since I joined the department, and your pathetic attempts to seduce me made me hate you even more. Now's my chance for revenge. All I have to do is show these photographs at the office and you'll never be able to work there again."
John panicked. "No, please don't show these photographs to anybody!!! I'll do anything, honest, I will!"
She seemed to reconsider. "Anything, you say? Well I won't show them just yet. I'm going to leave you here like this and I'll come home at lunchtime. Meanwhile, you'll have plenty of time to think just what you're prepared to do to stop me from ruining your career. The only thing that will satisfy me is if you make up for all the humiliation and frustration you've put me through these last few months. And there's only one way you can do that - you can be my maid for the weekend."
With that she got up and left, before John had had time to realise what she was asking him to do.
John spent the rest of the morning thinking about what Lisa had said. Part of him refused to accept that any woman could possibly want a man to act as her maid, but the care and attention to which she had gone in order to trap him like this, plus the obvious hatred she'd shown towards him had been enough to convince him that it was all for real. Then, too, there was the painful reminder of the stick cutting down across his legs. John decided to go along with the whole thing, at least until he could somehow get those photographs.
By the time Lisa returned from work, the agony of the ropes cutting into him made John desperate for release. He looked at her with pleading eyes as she walked into the bedroom, but she seemed to discount his presence completely. Again she sorted through her wardrobe, but this time John knew she was selecting the garments for him. He didn't dare to look. Finally, she spoke.
"I'm going to untie you now, but you'd better behave yourself or else you'll feel the full weight of my stick on your pretty behind. When you've been let free, I want you to put these clothes on one by one - and VERY SLOWLY. I want to admire the effect as you become a new person. I also think we ought to give you a new name for your role - what do you think?"
John didn't answer, until the sting of a hard slap across his face made him mumble "Yes, yes, a new name. Whatever you say"
SLAP!! "Whatever you say, MISTRESS!"
"I'm sorry - please don't hit me - whatever you say... mistress." John was aware of a grovelling tone creeping into his voice.
"Good. Well, it has to be something suitably feminine and submissive, to remind you of your new role in life. I think we'll call you Jenny. Do you like that... Jenny?" Her tone was mocking.
"Yes, I like my name a lot, mistress."
She seemed appeased and began to untie John's hands. Despite her previous cruelty to him, John couldn't help but get excited when she leaned over him and her warm breath caressed his face. She noticed his sudden erection and slapped him hard again.
"I don't want to ever see that again! You're my maid now, and I'm beyond your wildest dreams."
John cried inwardly, but allowed her to untie him without saying anything. She stood before him.
"Before you get dressed, I want you to kneel before me and beg me to let you put on your pretty new clothes. DO IT!"
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