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A Change of Plans
By Daring Diane
It was late on Friday, and I was making a few last changes
to the code before going home. I wanted to leave things in
a clean state, because I was leaving tomorrow morning for a
weeklong trip in the Caribbean. I'd gotten wrapped up in my
work yet again, lost track of time, and by the time I'd
realized it, everyone else had gone home.
Well, no problem. I had already done my packing, and even
though the plane left early, I figured I could catch up on
sleep during the flight. I checked in my last changes, got
up, and walked towards the door of the large, deserted
office.
Well, almost deserted. As I walked by the section where the
electrical engineers worked on our company's hardware
offerings, I was met by one of them, Gina. Gina was a large
woman, perhaps a couple of inches taller than my 5'8" and
while not the most beautiful woman in the world, she wasn't
ugly by any means. She was highly respected in the company
for her engineering work, but it always seemed like she
didn't think very much of me. Still, we were cordial.
"Off for the weekend, Dave?" she asked.
"For the week! I'm off to Jamaica, mon!"
"I wonder how you'll like being my leather slut instead,"
she said.
At the time I thought she was making a joke about my
leather clothes. I always wore a leather jacket to keep
warm, as I rode a motorcycle to work, and today was no
exception.
"Ha ha, no thanks," I said walking by her, but she stepped
in front of me.
"I have something for you," as she handed me a small box.
"What's this?"
"A little going away present for you."
I was stunned. I never thought she was that friendly
towards me, so this really came as a surprise.
"Well, open it!" she insisted.
I opened the box, and in it was a big, thick black collar
with silver studs all around the outside. It looked like
something a Punk might wear.
"I read that bikers recently were starting to wear these to
make them look tough, and so I thought you might like it,"
she continued.
"Um, well I..." I stuttered along, not really sure what to
say.
"Try it on!" she said.
Not one to turn things awkward after this sudden
improvement in relations, I put it on, clicking the snap in
place behind my neck.
"How do you like it?" she inquired.
"It feels fine, I guess, but I can't see how it looks."
"Wait hold on," she said, "let me fix that," and she
fiddled with the collar for a second.
"Come over to my desk, I've got a mirror."
Sure enough, sitting on her desk was a small table mirror.
I sat in her chair, and looked at it. Somehow, it looked a
lot smaller. Where it had been about two or three inches
thick, it now looked one inch thick, and the silver studs
were gone. In their place were some rhinestones in the
shape of a heart at the front.
"This part comes off," she said, indicating the thick cover
over what I was now wearing. "See how nicely it hides your
Adam's apple?"
"Um, very nice, but I have to go."
It looked like she was making fun of me after all. I made
to stand up from the chair, but she was leaning on my
shoulders making it so I couldn't get up so easily.
"No, you're going to be my leather slut for the next week."
"What? Come on Gina, this isn't funny."
"You got that right, it's not funny. Now, take off your
clothes."
I leaned forward out of the chair away from her pressing me
down, got up, and made to get out of her cubicle. "I'm
going."
"No you're not," as she quickly stood in front of me again.
"Gina, I'm serious."
"So am I," she said, suddenly pushing me back with both
hands.
Caught by surprise, I fell backwards and banged my head on
her desk, and slid to the floor, dazed. She quickly jumped
on top of me, grabbed my right arm, pulled it sharply to my
left, half rolling me over, finishing the job by pushing my
lower body with her foot.
I recovered my wits just in time for her to wrench my right
arm back behind my back, and she dropped all her body
weight on top of me, and I couldn't get up. While I flailed
around with my left arm, trying to squirm out or get some
leverage, she was applying a handcuff to my right wrist.
"Rrrr... Stop!" I yelled as she grabbed my left arm and
started trying to pull it behind my back next to my right
arm.
I pulled frantically with my left arm and managed to wiggle
out of her grasp, and half rolled over when suddenly I felt
the most pain I'd ever felt in my life, like I'd been
slammed into by a truck. All fight was gone and I couldn't
resist as she easily pulled my left arm into the other
waiting handcuff.
She pulled me upright so I was now sitting on the ground,
and produced a big red rubber ball on a strap, and eased it
into my mouth tying the straps behind my head. I felt weak,
slightly sick to my stomach, and unable to resist any more.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Hopefully I won't have
to use the shocker built into your collar any more this
weekend, right?" she asked, but I was too weak to respond.
"Now, let's get these clothes off of you," she said,
starting with my shoes and socks.
She unzipped my pants without pulling them off. Producing a
large pair of scissors, it took her a couple of minutes to
cut through my leather jacket, and a few seconds more to
cut off my work shirt.
I'd recovered enough to start to think about how I was
going to get out of this mess, but nothing immediately came
to mind. She helped me stand up, chirping: "Don't try
anything foolish..." in a singsong voice. She pulled off my
pants, leaving me only in my boxers and new collar. "Come
on, let's use the showers!" she said, hooking her arm
through mine and pulling me along towards the shower rooms
in the office.
I wasn't sure about physical resistance, but I started to
make my thoughts known verbally. Or rather, I tried to, but
the rubber gag pulled tightly into my mouth made all my
words come out as "Mmmph, mmmph!" I tried to push the ball
out of my mouth with my tongue, but it was tied too tight.
"Come on, you big baby. It'll be fun," she chided as we
reached the shower room and went in. "Now, we don't want to
get your undies wet, do we?" she asked me. I didn't
respond, and she grabbed my head tightly in a threatening
manner "Do We?"
I shook my head "Nunnn nunnn", not wanting to cause any
trouble until I could figure out a way out of the
handcuffs, which were biting tightly into my wrists.
She slid my boxers down, leaving me naked except for my
bonds. "Now wait there," she said, and then stood to the
side and started taking her own clothes off, revealing a
Speedo one-piece swimsuit underneath, over a surprisingly
fit body.
"Now, let's get rid of all that unsightly hair," she said,
producing a bottle of hair remover, rubbing it all over me,
letting it sit, and rinsing it off, along with all my body
hair. Next she towelled me down, and took me into the
locker room next door.
Opening one of the lockers, she pulled out a pair of
extremely sexy looking black lace thong panties, and bent
over to pull it over my feet. I didn't oblige by lifting
either foot, but she looked up at me with a scary face, and
I reconsidered, lifting my feet one at a time letting her
pull the panties over my now smooth legs. She pulled them
up and the thong settled gently between my cheeks and the
silky fabric pulled over my cock with an electric
sensation. As horrifying as it was, my cock began to get
hard, despite my mental admonishments to tell it to cool
down.
"See, you do like it after all," she noted gleefully,
producing a black garter belt which she connected around my
waist, following it with a pair of black fishnet stockings,
which she slid up my legs connecting them to the garters.
The feeling was surprisingly sexy, but without pausing to
let me enjoy/despair at my predicament, she now reached for
a bra with large falsies built in.
"We'll get you a proper pair of false breasts later, but
these will do for now," she said while putting it on my
chest. She finished my outfit with a short leather
miniskirt, just long enough to cover the top of the
stockings, a cropped white T-shirt, leaving my belly
exposed, and a leather jacket.
"And now, these," she said, directing me to observe a pair
of black sandals, which must've had 4" heels, with thick
straps. She helped me put them on my feet and applied
padlocks to them.
"Naughty sluts don't like to expose their underwear, but
they always try to slip out of their shoes, saying that
it's too hard to walk in them. I think they look much
better that way, don't you agree?" she asked me.
I didn't say anything, but she took out the gag, and
pointed me at a mirror so I could see myself. I would never
have believed it before now, but I looked incredibly hot in
her leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, heels, and the
rest. The only thing out of place was the manly face out
the top and the embarrassing bulge at the front of the
skirt.
As if reading my mind, she said "Now for some makeup," and
she sat me down in a chair.
"Gina," I started to protest.
"Shhh... We'll talk later, okay?" she shushed me, with a
serious look in her face. I nodded ever so slightly and her
features relaxed.
"Good," and then she busied herself with all manner of
makeup and lipstick around my face. She then spent a few
minutes brushing and doing other things to my hair, and
finally attached clip-on earrings to my ears. She stood me
up to look at the mirror again.
"How'd I do?" she asked.
"Wow..." I couldn't help but answer. The image staring back
hardly looked like me at all, it was as if I was looking at
a picture of a sexy woman, but yet I knew it was me.
"Gina, these handcuffs hurt."
"I'm sure they do. Are you ready to be good?" she asked.
"But what about my trip?" I whined.
"No one will miss you, and this will be much more fun!" She
emphasized her point by starting to rub the front of the
skirt, where my cock was still causing a bulge. The feeling
was exquisite.
It wasn't that I didn't like women, I did. But I often
spent so many hours late nights in the office that I never
had much time to socialize after hours, and never seemed to
meet anyone. So her touch felt all the more fantastic for
that. Although half of my brain was revelling in previously
unexperienced sexual satisfaction, the other half was
formulating a plan, if I could get the handcuffs off.
Fortunately, Gina was with the plan.
"Well, will you be good? I promise you won't regret it."
she asked, temporarily stopping the rubbing.
"Yes." I promised.
She went behind me and unlocked my handcuffs, and I started
rubbing my wrists, trying to get the impression from the
handcuffs out and get the blood flowing again. Then, I
quickly turned around and slugged her in the chin as best I
could. She staggered back, but I didn't stay around to
watch, I quickly ran towards the door. Or rather, I tried
to run towards the door, but while it wasn't too hard
standing in these heels with Gina helping me keep my
balance, running anywhere was another story. It would be
closer to say I made a quick drunken stagger.
In any case, I made it out of the locker room, and made as
quickly as I could back to the main part of the office. The
first order of business was to take her shock collar off. I
reached up for the catch, but there didn't seem to be one.
In fact, all I could feel was a hole as if for a key.
"Shit," I thought.
It wasn't coming off easily, all I could do was hope I
could stay as far away from her as I could and hope that
the range of her controller was limited. I heard a bang
from the direction of the locker room and realized that I
couldn't stand in the middle of all the office cubes
without getting caught again. Gina's cube was too close to
the locker room, so my pants, with the key to my bike, were
out, but where could I go? I raced towards the kitchen and
the cafeteria looking out over the lake behind the office.
Or rather, I started racing, tripped and fell, got back up,
and walked much more deliberately. The tight miniskirt made
it hard to move my legs too quickly anyway, but I quickly
noticed that making an exaggerated stride, carefully
putting one foot directly in front of the other let me walk
relatively quickly without losing my balance. In the
kitchen and cafeteria, I didn't immediately see anything,
which I could use to help me, but then I thought of the
office supply room next door to the kitchen. Glancing back
to the cubes I saw Gina still wasn't there, so I slipped
inside, quietly closing the door behind me.
Inside, I flipped on the light switch, and saw what I was
looking for: the box of sharp scissors. The same implement
that Gina used to take off my leather clothes I would use
to take off her evil collar. I grabbed it, slid one blade
between the collar and my neck, and squeezed... and felt
something hard. I tried again and realized the horrible
truth, she'd worked some sort of metal or plastic core into
the collar, and I wasn't going to be able to cut it with
the scissors!
I tried the high-heel sandals instead. If I could cut
through the straps and get them off, at least I'd have a
fighting chance to run away. With the sandals locked to my
feet, I wasn't going to go anyway very fast. Unfortunately,
I realized why the straps were so wide in the first place:
they all had a similar metal core. I was going to need a
much more serious implement to get them off. I reflected on
the truth of Gina's statement that I'd much sooner take the
shoes off, to be able to walk or run normally, than I would
to take off the rest of these clothes, embarrassing thought
it might be to be dressed like this.
I tried to plot my next move, when I heard Gina moving
around outside throughout the office. I felt the cold air
from the air conditioner on my exposed midriff, and on my
fishnet-clad legs. What could I do? I couldn't go to anyone
for help. How would I explain that a woman in the office
forced me to dress like this? Not that I could go anywhere
very quickly with the heels locked on my feet. Worst of all
was the remote shock collar, which could strike at any
moment with horrendous pain. I was truly trapped. My cock
betrayed me, though. It was as hard and excited as I could
ever remember.
I heard Gina call out from the office, "Davey, where are
you? Come out and I promise I won't shock you."
I was gripped by indecision. Could I trust her? Should I
give in? What about my trip tomorrow? Maybe I should just
face up to it and call the cops; I'd get out of this with
only my pride injured.
"I'm going to count to three! One... Two..."
"Okay, okay, here I am!" I shouted from the supply room. I
opened the door and stepped gently out.
"That's a good girl. Now, put these on," she said, tossing
the same pair of handcuffs at my feet. I saw now that she
was holding the remote in a menacing way in her hand.
"Okay," I said, picking them up.
"Turn around, lock your hands behind your back so I can see
them."
I turned around, and put the handcuffs on. First my left
wrist. Could I really be doing this to myself? Then the
right wrist.
I started to turn back around, but she said, "Wait. Tighten
your left wrist three more ratchets."
I squeezed the cuff with my right hand. One click. Two
clicks, and it was already starting to hurt. "This already
hurts."
"You lost your chance to complain about that already. Two
more clicks, please."
I was about to protest that I had already done two, but I
thought better of it. Click, click. "Now the right wrist,
three more ratchets."
I did as required. My right wrist hurt, but my left wrist
was in real pain.
"Come on," she said, checking my wrists, "you'll be fine
until we get home, but don't misbehave again or else." She
put the ball-gag back in my mouth, and walked me back
towards her cube.
"You do realize this will call for some punishment. I
thought we made a deal back there, but I see that you are
going to have to learn some lessons. I was thinking we
could go to a club tonight, but I guess we'll have to save
it until next Friday. A shame too, given how much effort I
spent on making you look good."
Back at her cube, she cleaned up all of my discarded
clothing and put it into her filing cabinet, taking my
motorcycle keys out of my pants pocket. We walked out to
the parking lot, as I marvelled at the fact that nobody
else seemed to be in the office any more.
"I've always liked this motorcycle. Let's take it home."
I couldn't protest as she helped me sit on the passenger
seat. I grabbed the back bar as best I could with my
handcuffed hands, as she straddled the front, revved it up
like a pro, and zipped off into the night. If I was cold
back in the office, that was nothing compared to the night
chill on my exposed legs and tummy. But I knew I had really
no choice, as Gina drove unerringly towards her home,
carefully avoiding stopping under any streetlamps.
*** Epilogue ***
It was already one A.M., but Jim and Frank were still going
strong. The two girls seemed to be having a really good
time. The bigger one was kind of average-looking, but the
smaller one was a hot leather chick. She'd already taken
off her jacket, leaving only her too-short T-shirt, which
came dangerously close to flashing a glimpse of perfectly
formed breast as she bounced up and down with the music.
Jim couldn't believe how well she could dance in those
heels, and the miniskirt and fishnets were out of this
world. No doubt she was the best looking girl in the place.
Frank was still scheming how he could pawn the bigger girl,
Gina, off on Jim and get away with Diane instead.
But he needn't have worried. He'd've been surprised if he'd
found out that they were lovers, and confused if you then
told him they were straight.
Diane, for her part, just couldn't believe that these guys
were falling for her deception, and she was secretly proud
of herself for pulling it off. But even more than that, she
practically melted every time she thought about how Gina
carefully controlled everything she did, and how she could
never get away, even if he wanted to.
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