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Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part nineteen
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In The Bank Manager's Cupboard.
http://www.mschristine.com/bank.html
Part Nineteen.
(Part Eighteen posted yesterday)
Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.
As David made his way upstairs, his mind was still a
whirl with all he had just heard. It wasn't just games
for the weekend. He was to be kept here indefinitely.
What was it Karin had said, "She couldn't appoint a
wanker who peeks through keyholes, as Managing Director
of one of her companies." As he thought about that, he
realised that in her position, he would feel the same.
How could you give such a person a senior position. He
had really screwed it up last night, that was for sure!
Susan, his ex-secretary, an old friend of Karin's? She
had been informed of his position! Surely not in
detail? How could he ever face her if she knew about
all of this. Even speaking to her on the phone would be
embarrassing, would she make any comment?
He overheard Karin on the telephone, arranging to meet
someone in the evening. Presumably, he thought, that
means I'll be left locked in this restricting device
while she is out. In under twenty four hours his life
had been turned upside down. He had become the
submissive, almost masochistic toy of a self confessed
sadistic woman. A woman whom he nevertheless only had
to think about, to feel a deep devotion to. A woman
who, if he let himself fantasise, stimulated his now
uncomfortable erection still further. She was pure
sexuality, a femme fatale. She had captivated, captured
and controlled him, and he respected her for it!
As the door swung closed behind him in his room, he
heard an electronic click. He tried the handle, and
found that somehow she had electronically locked him
in. When would the surprises this woman kept springing
on him cease to amaze him?
David obeyed her instructions and cooled himself off
using the bidet. Then sat on the bed and lost himself
in thought. Running over everything she had said in his
mind, attempting to replay every word. She was right,
he had always been fascinated with powerful women. He
did find it a privilege that she had chosen him. This
device wasn't that bad, and it did make it a little
easier to obey her if he cooled himself off. If it
helped him to obey, he wouldn't have to be punished.
That was fair of her, in a way. He tried to make sense
of it. To rationalise his illogical acceptance of her
control. His mind rebelled, and he told himself, well
anyway you haven't got a choice!
David was bored with kicking his heels, and there was
no form of entertainment. No books, TV or anything. Not
even a clock or a radio. Just his mind constantly a
whirl. A short time later David heard movement in
Karin's bedroom. Eventually he succumbed to the
temptation and peeked through the keyhole.
He watched in fascination as Karin changed into
beautiful elderberry coloured lingerie, lacy bra,
knickers, stockings and suspender belt all matching.
With matching stiletto heeled court shoes, she then
donned a velvet silver grey disco-dress, slit at the
front. As she moved around the room, and applied her
make up at her dressing table, the slit showed the dark
coloured bands at the tops of her legs. His desire for
her was overwhelming, he wished he could be allowed to
accompany her this evening. He felt jealous of whomever
she would meet tonight. Was it a man? If only he had
the freedom to meet her as an equal, and if only he
could make love to her normally, like a man.
His last sight of her, before he spent the next few
hours alone, was of her adjusting her stockings
directly in front of his peephole. She couldn't be more
than a couple of feet from the door, she knew he would
be peeking! Her mound, covered in elderberry coloured
panties. Her sex framed by the slit in the grey dress
and elderberry stocking tops, flaunted deliberately in
front of him. So near, and yet so totally beyond reach.
Humming to herself Karin flounced out of the bedroom. A
few minutes later the speaker announced, "I am going
out now, behave yourself." David thought he heard a
giggle before the speaker became silent.
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