Lucy at work

Lucy at Work (1)

Lucy worked in another department of the firm. I occasionally met her at work, we agreed that it was nice to eat lunch together at the local pub. It worked out that we did that 2 or 3 times a week. It turned out that she lived only a hundred yards away from my house. She dressed well and was very intelligent company. Increasingly I looked forward to our lunchtimes.

We chatted about our interests and personalities and the conversations started to become more serious. When she said that she was a person who liked to have control of her life and supervise others, I replied that I was different. I preferred to be assigned a task, have it spelt out in detail and then left to get on with it. She gave a quizzical smile before replying.

"Perhaps we are even more compatible than I thought. Are you doing anything tonight?" No, I wasn't, but wondering where this conversation was leading. "If you are serious, then arrive at my doorstep at exactly 6 o'clock tonight. I will show you what control and obedience is all about". I didn't have the confidence to ask further after she had told me the experience would be for her enjoyment, whether or not I enjoyed it would be my problem. Then she changed the subject.

I spent the afternoon unable to do any serious work asking myself if I had the courage to try whatever Lucy had in mind. I had known better than to ask. I was still debating when I got back home from work.

At ten minutes to 6 it was decision time. Could I disappoint Lucy? I decided that I would try her idea, locked up the house and walked to her house. I rang the doorbell.

Lucy opened the door and I said Hello Lucy, what have you in mind? That was not a good start, her expression darkened and she informed me "Inside this house you will speak only when asked to reply, the reply will be courteous and you will call me Mistress, not Lucy. Is that clear?" I shifted gears rapidly and replied Yes, Mistress.

"Then down on your knees and kiss my shoes as a token of your submission".

I did as ordered and was informed that from now on I would be known as 17. She had dressed more informally than at work, but still elegantly.

"Crawl behind me". She opened the door to a downstairs room containing the usual sofa, TV and bookshelves. The only unusual thing was a small wooden chest with its hinged lid open.

"You said you like to be controlled, so now we will see if you were telling the truth. When I return in a few minutes I expect to find you naked, kneeling with forehead on the floor. Everything you wearing, with the following exceptions, you will have placed in the chest. Beside it you will place your glasses, yours keys and your underpants".

This was a very different Lucy from the one I had known, mentally correcting myself to think of her as Mistress. The order was strange, but exciting. I undressed and did exactly as she had said. I did not have to long to wait, wondering if she was watching on some unseen camera.

"Good. Lift up your head, but remain kneeling". She showed me a pair of cuffs separated by a 6 inch chain. This was placed on my ankles. She next dropped an envelope and a pen in front of me. The envelope had a second class stamp on it.

"Write your name and address on the envelope". I did as instructed and was then told to close the lid of the chest. I saw that it had a hasp which I had to close. She then showed me a padlock which she unlocked in front of me. Throwing the padlock on the floor I was told to lock the chest. She then handed me a small key and I had to place in the envelope and seal it.

"Good 17, now put your hands behind your back". I was immediately handcuffed. "On your feet and follow me", she opened the door and sat on the stairs, waiting until I had managed to hobble along to her.

"This is important, listen carefully. I will wait for you in the first room to the right at the top of the stairs. You would be well advised not to keep me waiting too long". She looked at her watch and with that she went up the stairs, wiggling her hips provocatively.

Slight dilemma. I couldn't step up the stairs in the normal way, so I had to sit on the second one, put my feet on the first and push myself up to sit on the third. Somewhat slow and definitely undignified. Eventually I got to the top and shuffled my way to the room where the Mistress was waiting. She looked at her watch.

"Not very good. The rule is 1 hour for each 10 seconds. Perhaps you would have moved faster if you had known". In the room was a cage held off the ground by a strong chain. There was a tray in the bottom of the tray and the front of the cage was open as it hinged. I guess it was 4 foot high and 30 inches wide and deep.

Back up into the cage and sit as far back as you can.

It took me almost a minute to get in, sit down and raise my knees to my forehead so that Mistress (as I now thought of her) could close and lock the cage. She smiled and told me that any word I uttered would add another hour. She then turned the cage around clockwise once, then again. And again and again. I lost count how many times I had seen all 4 walls of the room. Then she took 2 steps back, still holding the cage and pushed it forward. She was stronger than I thought. I was both swinging backwards and forwards, but also rotating anticlockwise as the chain unwound. When the chain was wound in the opposite direction it finally came to a halt and the rotation was clockwise again. I saw the Mistress smile before she turned around, left the room and I heard the door being locked.

I sat there, increasingly uncomfortable. After what seemed like an hour I heard the doorbell ring and some excited female chatter. Soon there was another ring. To my horror, Mistress unlocked the door and 3 other young women walked in to admire my predicament.

"This is the first time for 17, but he will soon learn". The Ladies looked at me from all angles and my behind was pinched somewhat firmly. I had a feeling that I'd seen one of them at work, in which case the story would be getting around. With all 4 of them, the cage was rotated much further and the final push much harder. They all laughed. Then one of them said "I have an idea, he is probably getting thirsty", left the room and came back with a jug of water. That was poured over my head and I was left cold, dripping and sitting in a puddle of water in the tray. They then left, having decided to try the new restaurant for their meal. Mistress said she had a letter to post.

It seemed hours before Mistress returned, it was - as I later found out.

"Well 17, did you enjoying being controlled?" I replied I did Mistress, but it must be getting late and I have to go to work tomorrow.

"So do I, I will possibly see you and talk about this at lunchtime tomorrow. I will decide if I am in the mood".

She let me out of the cage and told me to return to the room where I had undressed. I was stiff (in both senses) and aching, the journey down the stairs was harder work than going up them. In the downstairs room everything was exactly as I had seen it last except for the absence of an envelope. I realised that my wallet with driving licence, credit cards and everything else were locked away.

Mistress Lucy released me from the cuffs. "Get dressed" said Mistress, pointing to the underwear, "You are going out for a late night jog. Carry the chest and return it to me when the key arrives. Leave it outside the back door, put the key through the letterbox.".

Could she be serious? Yes, apparently. I replied Yes Mistress, put on the underwear and with the chest held in one hand and the keys in another I ran home. I was lucky, only one person saw me and laughed at me.

Next day, in the pub at lunchtime, Lucy asked me if the key had arrived yet. I told her that it hadn't and she smiled, "Might take a couple of days, I posted it after the meal and it was second class mail, sounds a bit like you – 17".