chairboy
03-03-2003, 3:53 PM
Frank O' Connor was a young professional, in his early twenties. He had been working at his accountancy firm for 6 months now, and had recently moved into new premises, a multi-storey block just out of town.
He would always be the last to leave at night; not for sheer determination to work extra hours hoping for promotion, but to indulge in his own interests on the internet.
He was never really into computers, much more of an old fashioned guy for his age. However, since taking on this job, he had been sucked into the internet's wonderful properties thru work, and had started to take an interest. He would spend hours at night, trawling thru search engines desperate to look for anything related to his ultimate fantasy, that was to be captivated by a strong, powerful woman.
He would be on his own most nights, except Mondays and Fridays, where he would be joined by the office cleaner. Frank never really noticed Her, until one night he had noticed that She had chose to wear boots for that particular night, which was a strange occurence. She always wore plain, flat shoes. ones that cleaners tend to wear.
Although he had never took much of an interest in Her, and She likewise had never batted an eyelid at him, his mind now began to wonder as to why. he had always liked powerful women; women that did not consider men such as him as important in their lives - and this was exactly what this cleaner saw him as - a nothing. to Her, he was just there.
With the cleaner growing ever suspicious of his time at the desk on his own, and for many an hour, She decided to take it upon Herself to nose at what exactly he was doing.
That night, as Frank was leaving, and managed to mutter a low-toned attempt at a goodbye, She ignored him completely.
At first, he thought perhaps she hadn't heard him. Then, with his mind wandering, he began to consider the possibility that She had done it on purpose. the more he thought about it, the more he liked it; this is exactly what he had been looking for - a mysterious woman, who knows what She wants and knows who is and isn't important to Her.
Could it be that, for all this time, right in front of his nose, was a Mistress who enjoyed belittling men???
no, he thought. can't be. it wouldn't happen to me, would it??? little old frank, just a normal guy????
He had a long weekend that time; desperately eager to get to work monday morning, and see the day thru till the cleaner arrived for her shift.
The previous Friday, the day on which the cleaner had searched his computer for files, had been pleasantly surprised on what She had discovered.
There, right in front of Her nose, was a willing servant.
All that remained, was for Monday night to arrive, so that She could slowly entrap him into her wicked web of slavery.
Little did Frank know, but he was just hours away from encountering what he had wanked about and thought about for the last 8 years or so....................
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He would always be the last to leave at night; not for sheer determination to work extra hours hoping for promotion, but to indulge in his own interests on the internet.
He was never really into computers, much more of an old fashioned guy for his age. However, since taking on this job, he had been sucked into the internet's wonderful properties thru work, and had started to take an interest. He would spend hours at night, trawling thru search engines desperate to look for anything related to his ultimate fantasy, that was to be captivated by a strong, powerful woman.
He would be on his own most nights, except Mondays and Fridays, where he would be joined by the office cleaner. Frank never really noticed Her, until one night he had noticed that She had chose to wear boots for that particular night, which was a strange occurence. She always wore plain, flat shoes. ones that cleaners tend to wear.
Although he had never took much of an interest in Her, and She likewise had never batted an eyelid at him, his mind now began to wonder as to why. he had always liked powerful women; women that did not consider men such as him as important in their lives - and this was exactly what this cleaner saw him as - a nothing. to Her, he was just there.
With the cleaner growing ever suspicious of his time at the desk on his own, and for many an hour, She decided to take it upon Herself to nose at what exactly he was doing.
That night, as Frank was leaving, and managed to mutter a low-toned attempt at a goodbye, She ignored him completely.
At first, he thought perhaps she hadn't heard him. Then, with his mind wandering, he began to consider the possibility that She had done it on purpose. the more he thought about it, the more he liked it; this is exactly what he had been looking for - a mysterious woman, who knows what She wants and knows who is and isn't important to Her.
Could it be that, for all this time, right in front of his nose, was a Mistress who enjoyed belittling men???
no, he thought. can't be. it wouldn't happen to me, would it??? little old frank, just a normal guy????
He had a long weekend that time; desperately eager to get to work monday morning, and see the day thru till the cleaner arrived for her shift.
The previous Friday, the day on which the cleaner had searched his computer for files, had been pleasantly surprised on what She had discovered.
There, right in front of Her nose, was a willing servant.
All that remained, was for Monday night to arrive, so that She could slowly entrap him into her wicked web of slavery.
Little did Frank know, but he was just hours away from encountering what he had wanked about and thought about for the last 8 years or so....................
cont'd below