## Beauty And The Boss (F/f)

Post by Mr Underheel » Sun Mar 30, 2014 4:42 pm

Six months after the closing of the $200 million corporate buy-out transaction transaction, the melded sales staffs of the Acquirer and the Acquired held their first joint conference at a beautiful mid-state resort hotel. On the 3-day schedule for the event were plenty of meetings and presentations but the agenda allowed several hours for the new team to get to know each other. Food and drink were plentiful. Ad hoc meetings were taking place all over the property in groups large and small.
By the end of the second day, Sarah had been able to spend at least a little time with each person there. She met some very good people, ones with whom she was sure that she could build new alliances. The executive sales manager, a 49-year old woman named Robin Truax, had impressed her very much.
Robin seemed to be cut out of the same conservative mold as the rest of senior management, choosing to wear understated black skirt suits most of the time. Her footwear conformed to company policy as well. She seemed to have one shoe: black leather 2” heels that drew no particular attention to themselves. “Typical for this place”, thought Sarah, “But not a fatal flaw. She’s good people.”
At 10:00 that night, Robin was able to corner Sarah in a private conversation. The rest of the group had scattered for the evening. “I see that we both have simple tastes in our cocktails. Mine’s Captain Morgan Special Edition. What’s yours?”
“Chivas. It’s my ‘Go To’ drink. If I’m not drinking wine I’m drinking Chivas.”
“Good choice! I’ll have to try it sometime.”
The 29-year old Sarah and her older supervisor had hit it off very well in a work context but this was their first chance to talk on a personal level. Their conversation varied for the first hour or so, but after her third rum on the rocks, Robin diverted the subject matter down an entirely different road.
“I have to tell you…you are quite the rebel, aren’t you? What I know about you tells me that you’ve read about this company with meticulous detail. And yet you’ve worn five inch heels to every company function that you’ve been to. “
“These shoes are ME! I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t wear them. The policy is the policy, and usually I’m a stickler for those things. When the merger happened I told myself that I wanted to be with this company but that there was one thing that I would never compromise. This is it. If it’s a problem, I’ll get my resume circulating.”
“Hell NO!” Robin laughed. “Your office is off the beaten track enough so that I won’t make an issue out of something like that. You do such an incredible job that I wouldn’t risk losing you over a dress code issue. Don’t worry. I’ll be in your corner if anybody has a problem with it!”
Robin continued. “I have a confession. I have always LOVED stilettos and platforms but I have never had the guts to actually buy them or wear them. Tell me. Do you own anything other than the gorgeous black heels that I’ve seen you wear? Don’t get me wrong! I love them! But I think I know people, too. My guess would be that you’ve got more than what you’ve shown. Am I right?”
Sarah took a big mouthful of her scotch and thought for a moment. “You read me well. As a matter of fact, I brought a few other pairs with me on this trip.”
“Really!” blushed Robin. “You wouldn’t be willing to show them to me, would you?”
Again, Sarah drew hard on the Chivas. “Why not?” She had just enough alcohol in her system to blunt her judgment, although she felt like she could trust this woman. “Come on up.”
The walked toward the elevator, drinks in hand, still chatting quietly. “You must work out, Robin, right? You look good!”
“Yeah, I cycle, cross-country ski a little, hike a little. I like to swim, too.”
“It shows.” The 5’ 4” woman appeared to be in very good shape.
They arrived at Sarah’s room and she swiped her key card in the lock. Both women were more than slightly nervous about the situation and Sarah thought it would be a good idea to have just a little more to drink. There was a chance that the bar would sell her a bottle, even if she had to pay through the nose for it.
“Tell you what, Robin. I’m going to go get us something more to drink and some ice. See that suitcase there?” She pointed to a mid-size black valise that leaned against the wall in the corner of the room. “They’re in there. Go ahead and browse a little until I get back.”
“Good idea! I’ll see you in a few minutes!” The door closed softly behind Sarah.
Robin’s hands were clammy as she set up luggage rack and lifted the case onto it. She excitedly unzipped the top and then hesitated before she opened it.
When exposed to the light, the contents of the bag made it seem like a treasure chest to the old-fashioned woman, a trunk that contained so many things that appealed to her core desires, though her “level-headed” nature would never sign off on her buying and wearing such shoes. There must have been a dozen pairs of shoes in that bag! Each pair unique, each having its own sexy personality, each telling its own story about its owner/wearer. Robin wished those shoes could tell her about where they had been and what they had done.
She picked up a few and marveled at them, examining them from different angles, spinning them in her hands. And then her breath caught in her chest. The red platforms stunned her! How had they not been the first ones that she had noticed? With shaking hands, she picked up the left shoe and inspected it admiringly.
When she turned it over, something fell out. “What’s this?” Robin asked aloud. Unbelievable! A coil of rope? What the…???? Now she held the shoe in her left hand and the rope in her right. “What is THIS for?” Suddenly, she thought she knew.
Just as suddenly, she began searching the other shoes in the bag. Her heart thumped in her chest as she found more rope. And more! And yet more! There was no doubt in her mind now.
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Sarah had bumped into another co-worker down at the bar and chatted for a couple of minutes, but excused herself as quickly as she could. Her mind was focused on her boss who was waiting for her upstairs. With bottle in hand, she strode quickly to the lift and pushed the “15” button. The car seemed to be incredibly slow to her as her anticipation and her nervousness were growing stronger by the moment. She tapped the toe of her black platform shoe impatiently.
Out of the blue she remembered something that her slightly dulled faculties had kept below the surface. “Damn! I forgot that I had more than just my shoes in that bag. Damn!”
She fumbled with the key card and had to swipe it twice before the door would unlock. The door creaked softly as it opened. “Sorry, Robin! I ran into…” She stopped in her tracks at what she saw in front of her.
Robin was sitting on the corner of the bed with Sarah’s monstrously-high pink platforms on the floor next to her bare feet; her own shoes had been tossed unceremoniously into the corner.
She held her arms out in front of her with her wrists crossed as if she were offering them to Sarah. In her hands were four coils of rope. Robin’s face was beet-red. Sarah didn’t know what to say.
Words on her part were unnecessary. “Would you tie me up while I am wearing these? Please?”
For one of the only times in her life Sarah didn’t know what to say. Her mouth opened but no words came out for what seemed like hours. What should she do? This was her boss, after all! But she was asking…and Sarah had always been game for games in the past. She would be taking a chance on this but, again, she was ASKING!
“Ok. I will. Since you asked so nicely, I will do that! How do you want me to tie you?”
“I don’t care! Use your imagination! Can I be in just my underwear and the shoes, though? Would that be ok?”
“Definitely. Get out of that suit. Hang it up nicely in the closet. Little slut!” Sarah was beginning to feel it.
The next surprise was that Robin didn’t dress so conservatively in the inside. Her pink lacy bra and thong looked like they came from Agent Provocateur! “My! We’re a spicy little tart inside, aren’t we! Those are so pretty! Now, put the shoes on!” The woman obeyed and suddenly, the girl who, in bare feet Sarah looked down upon, was now looking directly into her eyes. These were Sarah’s tallest shoes and she loved them! But Robin was struggling.
“I can barely stand in these shoes! They’re gorgeous and I feel so sexy! But I don’t know how I’m going to walk in them.”
“That won’t be a problem. You’re not going to be walking much of anywhere for a while. Get on the bed.”
Robin lay down on her back and propped herself up on her elbows. Her calves dangled over the edge of the mattress and she crossed her ankles, gazing down at her feet admiringly. Sarah fairly attacked them using the longest rope in her arsenal. She kept the ankles in the position in which they were offered, right foot over the top of her left. The rope then wound over and around them in two different directions, lashing her legs together in an inescapable fashion.
Before she finished with Robin’s feet, she made sure to tie the shoes in place. Since they were the catalyst for all of this, there was good reason to make sure that they remained an integral part of the session.
“I think that you need to be on your tummy. Put your wrists behind you.” Now Sarah lashed the woman’s wrists in a manner similar to her ankles and just as securely.
“I should have asked. Have you ever been tied up before? Do you really like this?”
“No…no…this is my first time. I have dreamed of it. I’ve been scared of it at the same time. And I’m not sure why I wanted to do this.”
“Why me? Why did you ask me to do this? It seems so out of character for you!”
“I don’t know. This is one of the first times that I’ve ever done something that’s so, um, dangerous. Spontaneous. Reckless. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it’s…I don’t know…”
“I will be gentle with you. Mostly! I think, though, that we should try a hogtie since you are in such a nice position for it!” She pulled the woman’s feet near her hands an action which forced her knees apart due to the way her feet were tied.
“You’re very flexible! See? Your heels are right by your fingers!” She took another rope and connected wrist to ankle. “How does that feel? Is that too strenuous for you?”
“No! It’s exciting! I had no idea that it would feel like this! So freeing! It’s so tight!”
“You look fantastic! And this whole thing was such serendipity. Some of the best things are not planned, are they?”
“So true! I love planning, but maybe I can learn to love spontaneity, too.”
“And now that you’re tied up and helpless, what shall we do with you next? I think…TICKLE you!”
“NNNOOOOO!!!!!! I’m not ticklish! Please! No!”
Robin laughed uncontrollably as Sarah’s fingers explored her ribs and her legs. “All evidence to the contrary, girl! Since you lied to me I think I will just tickle you until you beg me to stop. On second thought, I’ll tickle you until I’m good and ready to stop!”
The woman’s laughter and writhing on the bed were turning Sarah on. First-timers! They are such fun!