Message-ID: <16066eli$9810042026@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16066.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Ten Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <361772b6.15159997@news.telepac.pt> Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Ten by Ms. Christine - http://www.mschristine.com JACK ADJUSTED HIS tie one more time before entering the dining room. He had been as quick as he could, under the circumstances. The erection he had on first encountering Lisa would not subside, so he had to jerk off in the small bathroom to make it go away. He just hoped he could keep himself under control during dinner. He felt as composed as he was likely to be, so taking a deep breath, he placed both hands on the door handles and pushed them open. Lisa St Claire was already seated at the head of the long dining table and he noticed there were only two other places laid, one on her left and the other on her right. There were no other weekend guests then. He was just wondering why his boss did not take the position at the head of the table when Lisa interrupted his thought process. "Ah there you are Jack, what took you so long?" He flushed guiltily and then realised that she could not possibly know the answer to that. Before he could apologise she continued, "I believe you already know my ward, Alice". He glanced across in the direction she indicated. He could not believe his eyes. It was Alice all right, smiling knowingly at him from her position by the enormous hearth. "Hello, Mr Conrad. Surprise!" "Are you all right, Jack, you look very pale. You probably need some food inside you, I know I do. I'm starving. Come and sit down here on my left, Alice here, on my right." She then picked up a little hand bell and rang for dinner to be served. Jack just stared helplessly at Alice, while the food was being put on his plate. He had never expected this. Martin St Claire was nowhere to be seen and worse, how much had Alice told her guardian about what had happened in the office. Alice held his gaze and continued to smile. He would have to be careful, the little minx could ruin his career. Then he looked at the food in front of him. He had been served with an extremely small salad. "I decided you looked a little overweight, Jack, so I told cook to prepare a diet dish for you. It's the corporate life style you know, so unhealthy!" Alice giggled. Jack managed to say "Thank you", but that was about all. He could only watch as Lisa and Alice tucked into a delicious looking crown of lamb. "Thank you, what?" said Lisa, looking quite offended. Jack couldn't think. What did she mean? He could feel his promotion slipping away from him. "I am only going to say this one more time Jack, you will address me as 'Madam'." "Oh yes of course", he said, "sorry, Madam." "That's better, now eat up, I have a feeling you are going to need all your strength this weekend." Jack was beginning to feel as if he had left the real world back at his apartment and had stepped into some sort of a nightmare. And it wasn't over yet. In the midst of his reverie he felt Alice's stockinged food start to wriggle around in his crotch. He could not say anything, nor could he control the erection that she had stimulated. 'Oh pleeese stop it' he prayed, but to no avail. Her foot stayed right where it was all through the meal. When the ladies had finished eating, - Jack had not taken more than five minutes to down his salad, - Lisa St Claire stood up and indicated they should follow her into the drawing room. Alice moved her foot, replaced her shoe and stood up. "Coming Mr Conrad?" The double meaning was not lost on Jack, who remained firmly seated. Alice just smiled and left him there. He desperately tried to think of a way out of this predicament. He could not stand up and face Lisa St Claire with a rampant erection in his pants. So he had just decided he could bolt for the other door and head to the bathroom before joining them, when a hand gripped his shoulder. "I am not used to being kept waiting, Jack, I can see I am going to have to teach you some manners while you are here with us." "I am really sorry, Madam", and then a flash of inspiration. "I think I spilt some salad dressing on my trousers, would you excuse me while I go and wash it off?" Lisa looked him straight in the eye and said, "Did you? Let me see." Also published as text simultaneously on...... ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>