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From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann)
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Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Temp
Date: 24 Feb 1996 22:10:24 GMT
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Subject: deirdre: Temp

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                              Temp
                      by deirdre, 9/6/1994

   She got out of the car. I watched her, being careful so she
wouldn't notice. I felt so guilty.

   We had just arrived at work, in the parking lot. Katherine James
happened to have arrived at the same time I did. She was above me
in the company but wasn't my boss. She knew me a little, probably.
But she couldn't know that I thought about her constantly. And she
would never know. I *couldn't* stand it if someone knew--about my
feelings. Lesbian feelings.

   I wondered if... but I like men. Love men. There's nothing wrong
with me but I do get these feelings. I thought about her
constantly. When I went to bed I'd imagine her, imagine talking to
her. She was always so cool, so... competent. And beautiful. Not
flashy.

   She'd tell me what to do. In my fantasies she told me what she
wanted and I did it. Why did I have such fantasies? In real life,
I got along fine with my boyfriend. I had one for a while. Our sex
life was fine and we didn't do weird things. But I had these
thoughts... Katherine telling me what to do. She stands there,
dressed as she is every day, a suit. I undress for her. She kisses
me.

   Oh, I wanted her so bad. I'd lie in bed for hours, wishing she
would... I didn't know what I wished. She'd never be interested in
my perversions. I didn't *want* her to have such interests. Well,
I did *and* I didn't.

   I was very careful. I glanced at her walking through the parking
lot and noted what she was wearing. I knew that suit, I knew all
her clothes. I was very careful so no one could notice me watching.

   She was gone from the hall by the time I entered the building.
Another woman, Sarah, walked by. I used to dream about Sarah all
the time but now I dream about Katherine the most. Sarah was
fantastic looking-- more so than Katherine. Sometimes I thought of
kneeling in front of her, nude, licking her. With a friend of hers,
Brenda watching. And Sarah would give me to Brenda.

   But I was careful. I walked into my office. Pamela, my
receptionist said Hi. Deborah must have just arrived and was
getting settled. I glanced at Deborah--she was a temp and this was
Friday of her first week. I didn't know what to make of her; she
did her work but she had a very unrevealing face and I wondered
about her attitude. She was nothing like Pamela who was always
cheerful and helpful. Pamela would do anything I asked.

   I noticed Deborah's clothes. She was dressed differently--all
week she had been almost frumpy and today she had on a slightly
sexy dress, almost too sexy for work. It was a short little black
dress that buttoned in the front. It showed off her figure and
flared a little at her hips. It would definitely fit in at a party
but really was barely in the bounds of decency for work.

   I went on into my office and sat down. Those two thought I was
so normal. I didn't think much about Pamela but sometimes wondered
what it would be like to kiss her. She was so nice. But she looked
up to me and it didn't feel right to think about her: I always
thought about others.

   Deborah opened the door and came in with my coffee. She smiled
briefly and I smiled back but there was something about her smile
that brought back my doubts about her. She set the coffee down next
to me. I was organizing my to-do list for the day and looking over
my calendar. I realized she hadn't moved away. I looked up at her,
"Yes?" The dress really was a little too revealing for work.

   "Nothing," she replied. I couldn't help but notice her body,
even if I was edgy about her attitude. I wouldn't have realized how
nice her figure was until she wore this dress. I went back to work.
She didn't leave, just stood there. She was very close, just a foot
away from me and it seemed like she was moving closer. It was so
weird, I didn't know what to do.

   "What's the matter?" I asked, looking up at her again. Her body
was so close. Her dress revealed the shape of her breasts. The
buttons were right in front of me.

   "Nothing," she replied, but still didn't move an inch.

   "What are you doing here?" I asked.

   "Binding you."

   "What?" Needless to say, I was confused. She was still so close.
Her body was so slender.

   "Binding you to me. In a few moments, you won't be able to
resist me."

   I think my mind was spinning for a second, then I caught a grip
on myself.  But I felt panic. Did she think I was lesbian? How did
she get that idea?  Binding?

   Fortunately, I keep my poise rather well and wasn't sunk yet. My
mind grasped for the proper response. "Do you think I'm *attracted*
to you?"  Yes, I used the proper amount of suprise and shock.

   She gave a slight giggle. She was still so close to me, her
breasts just inches from my face. The buttons... "Oh, don't think
you can bluff your way out," she said. She had this little smile on
her face. "All everyone talks about around here is your little
lezzie crushes." She giggled again briefly.  I sat there, frozen,
thinking furiously. My heart was in my throat. One of her hands
rose to her chest and fingered one of the buttons. "Katherine James
thinks your glances are so cute." I stared. She fingered the
button.  I still couldn't talk so I just sat there. "She's... a lot
like you." She unbuttoned the button. Her other hand was on the
back of my hair, softly caressing my head and the back of my neck.
She unbuttoned another button. I sat there, staring at the part of
her breasts that she had revealed--she wore no bra. Pamela had come
in the room and was coming up behind me. I couldn't get my breath.
"You should hear the way Katherine wimpers when I *fuck* her." She
unbuttoned another button.  Behind me, Pamela snapped handcuffs on
my wrists.