Held Captive By My Old Boss (First Story)

Postby codeblue88 » Sat May 26, 2012 10:08 pm

This all occured a few weeks ago. My current employer is right next door to my old employer at our town's shopping plaza. I left my old employer because of a stressful work environment and lack of overtime pay. My new employer provides a much healthier environment and several benefits which is very useful. My old employer was a video rental store and my new employer is a clothing store.

Pam, my current boss, informed me that a few plumbers were coming to fix the hot water heater above our bathroom area in the backroom. When the plumbers came in to assess what the hot water heater needed they were not able to reach it due to all of our backroom ladders being too short. Pam asked me to go around to the other stores in the plaza and borrow a larger ladder so the plumbers could complete their work order. I immediately knew that my old employer had such a ladder but decided it would be more professional to go ask some of the other stores first before I headed in there. After checking nearly every other local store, none of them had such a ladder that we needed. Finally after some re-thinking, I went into my old employer's store to ask them about borrowing the much taller ladder.

As I approached the counter I saw Jennifer, my old boss, and asked her politely if I could go into the back room and take the big ladder to my new location next door. Jennifer was very nice and understood about the plumbers and the need to fix our problem. She and I went into the back room where I took the ladder from there, through her storefront, and finally in through our backroom. The plumbers looked pleased to see the ladder and thanked me for finding one suitable. Within another half hour they had completed their work order and left. The hot water was working again and Pam seemed very pleased. It was approaching my quitting time then and Pam told me that I should return the ladder and head home because tomorrow was a big shipment day for the store. I left with the lugging the ladder and told Pam I would see her tomorrow afternoon for my shift.

When I walked back into the video store I definetly felt a sudden change. There was nobody on the sales floor, not even customers which was odd for that time of day. About a minute after I hoofed the ladder near their backroom the backdoor opened. A younger woman stepped out and looked at me with mischevious eyes. This woman was my replacement, seeing as I was the assistant manager before I left. She told me to come on back and sit the ladder where I had picked it up originally. The young woman stood in the doorway for a few moments and then closed it back up while I was about to exit. Suddenly, from behind me I felt a hand go over my mouth and Jennifer's voice telling me to keep quiet or else.

Her other arm went around my waist, pinning my arms to my side. "Now, I'm supposed to get to the bottom of all the price changes that went on with our inventory right before you quit working here." I was shocked. In all of my time there I had done nothing unethical at all like that. "Why don't we just set your purse down over there on the desk and have a little chat, ok?" She took her hand away from my mouth. "Why don't I just get my phone out and call the police and say you are harassing me Jennifer?" I said. "How about I cut some of that pretty young hair off with this box cutter?" I heard the blade open and immediately froze in place. My hands began to raise. "That's what I thought, now set down your purse on the desk and sit down in that folding chair, cause I'm going to begin interrogation."

Jennifer is nearly double my age, 48 to my 24. She has long blonde hair which is very straight and boring looking. Time hasn't done too much to preserve her looks at all. Anywhere she goes she has a frump to her walk as if she has something wrong with her legs. Jennifer is about 5 feet 7 inches tall while I am around 5 feet 9 inches tall.

Re: Held Captive By My Old Boss (First Story)

Postby codeblue88 » Fri Jun 01, 2012 7:57 pm

I carefully slid my purse off of my shoulder and sat it down on the messy desk with stapled paperwork covering it. While this was occuring I heard a folding chair being erected. "Sit down here," Jennifer commanded. I sat down and the cold rush of the chair ran down black work pants. Within a few seconds I heard the sound of packing tape being taken off the roll. Jennifer grabbed my wrists and taped them behind me.

Jennifer walked around me and sat on the edge of the desk. "Now that I have you more complient, I need to start in with these inventory adjustment reports home office sent us." "Jennifer, why are you doing this? " "Well, my job is on the damn line now, and I hope you can appreciate that." Jennifer began to shuffle through the paperwork on the desk looking for the reports. "Great, now I have to go the bathroom, becasue I'm about to burst," Jennifer said. She seemed very displeased, as if all this was a waste of her time and she was being forced to hold me captive. "Well, since I'm going to be away for a few, I'll have to gag you, just to ensure you're quiet while I take a tinkle and freshen up." "Would I have a choice in the type of gag Jen?" I asked sarcastically. "Sure, you can either have some of that packing tape across your lips or," she began to rifle through her purse that was sitting next to mine, "this lovely white hankerchief." She held up both modes of silence and I knodded toward the hankerchief becuase I wanted it to be softer against my cheeks. "Ok, let me just slip this around your face there." She came around behind me and firmly tied it over my mouth. "Now try shouting," Jennifer demanded. I tried hard but it was barely any use, my former boss had silenced her new prisoner.

"Ok, I'm finally going to get to use the bathroom and freshen up." I then watched Jennifer walk into the bathroom area of the backroom and close the door. Jennifer had also toted her purse along with her. I sat there feeling rather helpless but the rush of being pinned down was enthraling. I tried budging against the packing tape but it was of no use. My only hope was that Jennifer would tortue me a little to get the information she desperately needed out of her captive audience.

Re: Held Captive By My Old Boss (First Story)

Postby codeblue88 » Sun Jun 03, 2012 8:01 pm

Jennifer was definetly taking her time in the bathroom so I gave the backroom a bit of a neck turn glance. Not much had changed since I had been working at the video store. Many of the same back stock displays were still half assembled or decaying in some fashion and the computers were still cemented to their original locations. I began to grow bored. At that time I realized that Jennifer hadn't really secured her new victim too well to being with, seeing as only my hands were bound with tape behind me and nothing was keeping me trapped in the folding chair. My purse was still sitting on the desk. I sat up just for a moment to see if I still had everything in there when I saw my cell phone resting on top of my wallet and other feminine products. Thoughts began rushing into my head of sending an emergency text to my new boss Pam telling her I was being help captive but before that notion became fruition I heard the toilet flush and hands being washed from inside the bathroom area.

Within another moment Jennifer had opened the door to the bathroom and closed it back up again. She looked down upon me with a face of disgust and walked behind me. Jennifer then tugged at my bond. "Hmm, seems like you are working yourself loose, that's no good." I mmph'd through my cloth gag to signal I had a response. She slipped the gag off down around my neck. "Well, honestly Jennifer, I would prefer something a bit sturdier, and on a side note, this tape feels horrible against my skin." My old boss looked at me and was glad to see I was making the best out of a sticky situation and not taking her too seriously, after all she claimed she was just doing her job. "Well, I think we still have some of that old white clothesline from last summer's indoor tent event, would that be good enough for your baby smooth skin?" she said sarcastically. "You wouldn't mind if I used the toilet real quick would you Jennifer?" "Well, I suppose not, just know that there are lots of nice toiletries and perfumes I've stashed away in there and that you are free to use any of them you desire." My hands were then becoming unwrapped and I stood up with Jennifer leading me to the bathroom with her arm grabbing mine, keeping the prisoner aspect in check. "Now I don't wanna here a peep out of you in there yelling for help or I'll come in there and gag you so tight you won't be able to talk right for a month!" I knodded and she quickly shut the door and locked it. "Knock when you are ready to come out."

Jennifer was right, the bathroom did have a ton of perfumes, feminine products, toiletries, and many other fetish oriented items. The entire side wall of the bathroom which held supplies was engrossed with sacks of incontinence pads and panties, feminine pads, enough rope, handcuffs, scarves, tape, bungee cords to kidnap an army with, and finally some whips and other assorted weirdness. Needless to say, I did some "trying on."