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THE TAKEOVER
By
Anne Gray
Chapter 1 ? Anne Acts!
I had judged the time and opportunity perfectly as Maria was walking passedmy door towards the parking lot exit.
?Maria ? hey don't go out like that, come in here.?
She hesitated, looked at me, and then her eyes dropped away from mine andshe came into my office.
?It's so cold out there and just look at you.? As I spoke I moved around mydesk to meet her. ?You need someone to look after you don't you??
She was wearing a lovely dark green leather coat that just brushed her kneesand it was wide open. As she stood in front of me I reached out and, just likea mother to a child, buttoned it down the front and then moved even closerto her as I reached around for the belt and slipped the end through the buckleto draw it tightly around her waist.
?There now.? I said as I gripped a lapel in each hand and pulled the collarup around her neck ?we don't need the company President getting a cold do we?
?No, thank you Anne? she whispered without raising her eyes to look at me.
?Do you have some gloves to go with that nice warm coat?
?Yes.? She reached in the side pockets and bought out a pair of black leathergloves that, as she pulled them on, reached well up her wrists.
?Those are just great now just let me fix those wrist straps to keep out thewind and then I'll close up here and see you tomorrow ? bye Maria. Oh? I continuedas she started to turn for the door ?and make sure you are properly dressedfor this weather OK??
She turned and left without a backwards glance and I just knew I had her peggedto the nth degree ? she would soon be mine and so would her company and themoney.
It was just over six months ago when Maria had been introduced to me and therest of the staff as the new owner. Her grandfather Fred, my boss and friendfor the last five years, owned the business and when he died she, by defaultas the last surviving family member, had inherited and become President ofour company.
I was the CEO and Chief Financial Officer and, although just in my early 30's,had worked too hard for my position to put up with a 23 year old know nothingfor a boss. The first time I met her I pegged her for a sub; she might notknow she was but I spotted it right away.
As we were introduced, she even had a ?wet fish? handshake. I made a pointof holding her glance until she blinked and dropped her eyes; that's when Iknew.
Over the next weeks and months I made sure that she came to rely on my knowledgeand that any meaningful decisions had my input. I made a habit of droppingpapers in front of her for signature without giving her a moment to read them.Maria had made it clear that she didn't understand what was going on and trustedmy judgment. The fool.
I adjusted my wardrobe and started wearing a lot of power suits and high heels.I took every opportunity to tower over this shy ex-hairdresser who was so usedto taking orders that when they came from me she accepted them without question.
Later that evening I phoned her at home with a cock and bull story about somepapers that just had to be signed immediately. A half hour later I pulled inthe driveway of Fred's mansion, now hers, that she had moved into after I arrangedto have everything she owned, which wasn't much, shipped in from the west coast.
I knew she would be alone because one of her other problems was she couldnot get used to the fact that she had all the money anyone would ever need.Under my guidance the company was netting over $2 million a year but sinceshe was eighteen she had lived by herself on a very tight budget and the habitstill stuck.
When she opened the door I posed to let the full affect of my outfit revealitself. Tight black leather pencil line skirt, matching belted hip length jacketand knee high boots with 5? stiletto heels. Even my hands were encased in tightblack kid.
Maria looked me up and down, gulped, and then lowered her eyes as she stoodaside to let me in.
Striding straight down the hallway to the den I turned and waited for herto close the front door and follow me. Suggesting that she sit at the deskwhile I showed her the papers I opened my briefcase and put them in front ofher before moving around to stand at her side.
With one gloved finger I pointed out where she was to sign while continuinga stream of verbal bafflegab as too what they meant. Gently I allowed my otherkid gloved hand to rest on her shoulder and, as I leaned closer, moved it tothe bare skin at the back of her neck.
I felt her stiffen and the pen stopped moving but I just kept talking andturning pages and the moment passed, the tension went out of her shouldersand the pen moved again. Yes, it was time to make the next move.
I let my fingers gently squeeze her neck for a second then became all businessagain and packed the papers back in my briefcase. ?Have you had supper Maria??
?Yes I had just finished when you called.?
?Then let's go to the kitchen and make a drink for ourselves because I havea favour to ask you and we need to discuss it.?
I knew my way around the house, having been there many times while Fred wasalive ? strictly on business mind you ? and let her get the full effect ofmy outfit as she followed me to the kitchen.
A quick glance around showed me that she had indeed finished supper. Therewas an empty package for a God Damn TV dinner on the counter. She could havebeen eating caviar and prime rib served by a couple of hot and cold runningmaids and here she was with $3 pre-packaged crap. Well things were about tochange ? drastically.
We ended up with our drinks in the living room and I made a point of sittingnext to her on the chesterfield so that she could not avoid the scent of allthe leather covering me or indeed the proximity of my body invading her space.
?You see Maria, the lease on my home is up at the end of the month and I haven'tbeen able to find anything else yet. Since you have this huge house with sixbedrooms but live here by yourself I was wondering if you would allow me tomove in for a little while until I can find a new place.?
?It would be so convenient and since we spend so much time together at theoffice with no problems I'm sure we would get along.?
My hand, still in the tight kid, was back on her neck and her chest was risingand falling with something other than just regular breathing. I moved my otherhand to her chin and lifted it until she was facing me. Her eyes were downbut as I tilted her head up she was more or less forced to look at me.
?May I??
And that's how I moved in a few weeks ago.
As I write this, sitting at the same desk that she had used to sign away thecompany to me, I reach down and stroke Maria's leather covered head. Tracingthe lacing down the back of the helmet I move my fingers around to feel thatthe strap covering the huge ball gag filling her mouth is nice and tight.
Just for fun I let two fingers cover the holes in the leather under her nostrilsfor a moment and watch as she strains against her bondage to try and writheaway from my grasp. That was a hopeless task but I let her breathe as I whisper ?Nevermind my pet, later we will really have some fun.?
But back to my story and the week she lost a very uneven battle she hadn'teven known she was fighting.
A few days after I moved in I suggested that we go out for dinner becauseI didn't feel like cooking ? the TV dinners had gone in the trash - and waitedin the living room while she went for her coat. As I knew it would be it wasthe green leather and she took one look at my face and started buttoning thebuttons and tying the belt.
When that was done I looked at her and said, ?It's a shame with a lovely coatlike that you don't have some boots to wear that would compliment it.?
?Oh, but I do.?
?Well why don't you wear them?? I asked.
Maria shyly explained that she had bought them on a whim as a birthday presentto herself but the first time she wore them outside she felt everyone was lookingat her and hadn't worn them since.
?Let me see them on you and we can decide what the problem is with them.?
There was no problem except that in her innocence she had gotten herself apair of hooker boots with stiletto heels and it was no wonder they drew looksfrom everyone.
We never did leave the house that evening. I decided to finish the farce andasked her to come and sit next to me on the chesterfield. I was wearing myblack leather Domme outfit again and as she settled beside me I put my armaround her and drew her to me.
?Maria, you're a lovely young lady but your lonely and your shy and you needsomeone strong in your life to help you. Let me show you how much better youcan feel if you try an idea of mine, will you trust me??
All I got was a nod of her head, as she, for the first time, looked me directlyin the eye without dropping her gaze.
?Turn around and put your hands behind your back.?
After a moments hesitation she half turned away from me and the leather-coveredarms moved back. With two or three quick twists of the cord I had hidden betweenthe cushions, her wrists were captured; and so was she.
Reaching down with another piece of the cord I knotted it around her bootedankles and then sat back up and put my arm around her shoulders again.
?Now then Maria, for the moment I have made you even more helpless than usual.You have no choice but to do what I say and you can't make any decisions foryourself. So answer me honestly, would there be a sense of relief if I wasin charge of everything that happens to you and you no longer had to worryabout those huge company responsibilities and other things? Would you wouldlike that??
Two large tears welled from the corners of her eyes as she looked at me andwhispered, ?Yes please Anne.?
Then I had kissed her and as she first stiffened and then relaxed startingto return the passion in our lip lock I pulled away and rammed in the otheritem hidden between the cushions ? a large dark green ball gag that matchedher coat!
Now it was weeks later and I was going to the company Christmas party. WhileI had fun and enjoyed compliments from the staff for the very successful yearI had guided them through, Maria was going to be spending the evening alone.
I had spent the last two hours making sure that she would be extremely uncomfortablewhile I was away and now, wearing a black leather maxi coat over my cocktaildress, I ran one kid gloved hand over the form in front of me, almost temptedto stay and revel in my control over her. Almost but not quite, instead myevening would be spiced by the thought of what waited for me when I got home.
I turned out the lights and left with the rustle of leather and clicking ofmy spike heels on the marble floor of the foyer
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