Message-ID: <13576eli$9808011243@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave - part thirteen Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35c32bf1.10602700@news.telepac.pt> 'The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave' Part Thirteen Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson. By six o'clock the moaning had stopped and Donal's erection still unrelieved, gradually died away as the tension set in again. He hadn't dared masturbate, risking only a little rubbing on the outside of his trousers. Although while listening to her he had been sorely tempted, it took an extreme effort of will to resist. His underpants were hot and sticky from his arousal and he was sweating in what was a very hot outer office. Karin was relaxing with a dry martini in her own air conditioned office and reading a magazine in the quiet of the early evening. She never liked the traffic at this hour, generally favouring a late stay in the office prior to leaving at seven or seven thirty. There were rare occasions when she left early, but as a rule she felt that this was bad for office discipline. A company functioned much better if the employees had respect for their boss. By six fifteen he thought he had better try knocking again, but as he did so the intercom crackled into life, "I said WAIT, wanker." Donal was flabbergasted. 'She's got a cheek', he thought, 'while I've been frying out here, she's been tossing herself off in there and she calls ME wanker.' He remembered that bitch last night - she had used the same phrase. Why was everyone calling him a wanker these days? He paced like a caged animal around the outer office for about fifteen minutes until he heard her order over the intercom. "Come in!" When he entered, she was flicking through a magazine, her back was to him with her legs on the sill of the enormous one way window running the length of her penthouse office. He could see little of her, as the back of her chair obscured most of the view. All he could see were stiletto heels on the sill, seamed stockings rising to a dark band that disappeared under her skirt reflected in the window. Her hand was flicking the pages of a magazine on her lap. "What have you got to say for yourself?" Karin questioned. Donal was shocked that she could behave so callously, flicking through a magazine while his fate was pondered. He mumbled, "I'm sorry Ma'am?" "So you admit to embezzlement then," Karin accused. There being no other chair in the office Donal was standing like a nervous schoolboy. "Well, hardly embezzlement," he protested, "a few lousy quid." "The amount is irrelevant," Karin pronounced, "Four hundred pounds is not a few lousy quid. It is embezzlement, which you have just admitted to. Is that not so?" "Well I suppose it could have been that much." Donal wished she would stop flicking those pages and turn around. Her voice was very familiar. He was sure he had spoken to her recently, but he could not remember speaking with anyone from Shedom in all his time at the bank. He concluded that he must be mistaken. "The security report is on my desk, as is a witnessed confession. You will get no sympathy from me. Read the report and sign and date the confession if you wish my help." Karin ordered. As he was reading the report he mumbled an apology, "I really am sorry Ma'am, I just got in over my head." "Sign the confession then you can apologise properly," Karin instructed. She heard his pen scrawling on the paper and ordered "Now get on your knees under my desk and I will allow you to apologise properly." Donal protested, "You can't be serious, surely?" Karin insisted, "Oh! but surely, I am deadly serious. We must take the first step in rehabilitating you, mustn't we?" ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ Christine & David Stevenson Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program..... Runs on all computers......... Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com http://www.mschristine.com/program.html ------------------------------------------------------ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----