Chapter 1

 

The summons came at mid-morning, just before my tea-break.

I looked up from my computer terminal where I was typing letters I had just taken down in shorthand to find the most handsome man I had ever seen standing talking to my supervisor. I saw her point me out to the young man and then he was striding down the aisle towards me.

"Miss Friend?" he asked. I just stared up at him in awe. He really was matinee idol material. He was tall and lean and clearly had a perfect physique. His skin was as smooth as velvet and his eyes were a warm dark brown. He was also black.

"My name is Tripp Boyne," he went on. "I am Mr Maitland's personal assistant. He would like to see you..."

I think my mouth must have dropped open in shock. Mr Maitland! Our founder and an almost legendary figure who came and went by helicopter and occupied the top three floors of our huge tower building, without us ever catching a glimpse of him, wanted to see me!

"I, er, I, er," I stuttered eventually but he just grinned, turning his already handsome face even more delightful.

"Come on, young lady. He's not an ogre, you know."

"Yes, but..."

"No buts. You will find he does not like to be kept waiting."

I stood up and my boss, who had now come up, checked my work. "Don't worry about this, Amy. I'll assign it to Jill. You may be gone a while..."

With that strange statement, the ultra-handsome black man in the very expensive, exquisitely tailored suit led me out of the pool and over to the elevator bank. When one arrived, he suggested its single occupant let us use it and then, when the doors began to close, used a key to direct the car up to one of the chairman's floors.

As we emerged I gasped at the tasteful luxury surrounding me. It was all expensive wood panelling, tasteful crystal light fittings and the best carpet and furnishings I could have imagined. I felt rather tawdry walking next to the expensively dressed PA amidst all this luxury but I felt reassured by his friendly smile.

We entered Mr Maitland's private office to find an attractive secretary working at her desk. Opposite it was Tripp's empty one. He smiled at the secretary and she spoke quietly into the throat mike I could see on her neck. She smiled and nodded to us. "Go right in, Tripp," she said.

He led me into the sumptuous office and now, for the first time, I saw my boss in the flesh. He really was a handsome devil - and so young-looking! I knew he was forty-five but he looked no older than Tripp's twenty-two years - and he was just as handsome as my escort.

He was tall and lean and with the same smooth skin although his was white, or rather beautifully tanned. He had my blue eyes but whereas I am blonde with straight, silvery hair, his was a curly brown. He was leaning against the front of his desk and talking to another man.

"Ah, Miss Friend, come in. I imagine you know who I am... this is Dr James Corbett, my personal physician. He will be assisting me in this interview. All right Tripp, thank you."

I watched as the handsome young man left the room and then turned my attention to the billionaire who paid my wages. He leaned there for a few more moments as if sizing me up -but for what? I am not an assertive person. I rarely take the lead in anything but I felt this was not the moment to wilt under his gaze and so I returned it, smiling very lightly as his blue eyes assessed me - for what, I wondered again.

My eyes shifted a little, looking out from the forty-first floor of our building for the first time to take in the London cityscape while my mind wondered for the umpteenth time what the chairman wanted of me.

"Take a seat, Miss Friend. I want to talk to you about your future with us here."

"Thank you, Sir," I said, sitting in the plush, soft leather armchair he had indicated. He and the doctor sat opposite me.

"You may not be aware, Miss Friend, that I come and go at odd times during any given day. I do not spend all day, every day here and may not even come here for a week or more at a time. It is therefore necessary that I have personal staff to attend me at all times. You have been assessed as a possible addition to that staff..."

He paused while I stared at him uncomprehendingly. Join his staff? Me? Why me? I had no special qualifications. I was just one of dozens of typists in the building.

He went on. "The job, if you are eventually deemed suitable for it - and you wish to accept it, has many compensations but it is also demanding. Extremely demanding.

"On the plus side, your base salary, as my personal secretary, will double. I will further double that, meaning that you will receive four times what you are currently earning. In addition, if you please me with your work, there will be substantial bonuses payable to you on an annual basis.

"On the downside, your personal life would come to an end. I require all my personal staff to be with me at all times, even to live with me. There will be no days off, although you will have plenty of recreation. The thing is, what you do, both at work and play will be at my direction, not your own.

"This regime is hard and so I appoint my staff on an annual basis. Your initial commitment would therefore be for a single year. If, after that, you wished to go on and I wished to retain you for another year, so be it. If not, then other suitable work would be found for you."

I made as if to speak but he smiled and held up his hand. "Please let me finish before you say anything. As a member of my personal staff, you would be required to fulfil other functions. I won't, at this stage, say what they are, but my friend, Doctor Corbett here, will, if you consent to this next stage of your evaluation, soon be taking you to his clinic on the floor below us. He is going to examine you, in what you will think is extraordinary detail. He will also hypnotise you to conduct certain other psychological tests to establish whether you are suitable for the life I am going to demand of you.

"Now I know all this must have come to you as something of a shock. Perhaps you need time to consider if you wish to proceed to the next stage?"

I shook my head. I was in shock, but I also knew I was incredibly excited by what he had said, even if it meant cutting off my connections with the outside world for a while. "No, Sir. I thank you for considering me and I am perfectly happy to be examined by Dr Corbett."

"Very well. Doctor...?"

We all stood up and the physician led me to a door at the side of the office. This opened onto a narrow staircase that led down to a magnificent gymnasium to which was attached the doctor's clinic. Both areas had been set up without regard to cost and contained the very best of equipment. I knew this from firsthand when it came to the gym for I was a keen amateur gymnast in my spare time. So far as the clinic went, well the glass-fronted cupboards around much of the walls contained all manner of gleaming stainless steel items resting on snowy-white towels and while I had no idea what they were all for, I knew a lot of money had been lavished on this office.

But there were two areas where there were no cupboards. At these two locations, set opposite one another, were two huge, floor-to-ceiling mirrors. When I stood between them, I could see a succession of images of an ever smaller me, disappearing into the distance. For some reason, this sent a thrill through and through me.

Once inside the office, the doctor leaned against the font of his desk. I stood facing him, my face reflecting my uncertainty. It didn't last long. "Take off your clothes, Miss Friend. Everything, please."

I stared at him, but not for long. I had already sensed there were strange - very strange - connotations to this whole personal staff thing, but I didn't hesitate. Not that I am a loose woman, far from it. I wasn't a virgin but I had only let one of my boyfriends know me intimately and he had been the one I had truly loved. I had kissed the others and engaged in a bit of petting and feeling, but apart from that one time, sex was an unknown quantity to me. In any case, it had left me bruised emotionally for I had soon discovered all his protestations of eternal love had all been simply to get into my pants and he had dropped me straight afterwards. I hadn't indulged again.

Of course I didn't know what Mr Maitland had meant by 'other functions'. My conscious mind didn't, anyway. Perhaps subliminally, I might have guessed and this directed my responses. Whatever the reason, I smiled uncertainly and began to take off my clothes.

When I'd had to do this with my regular doctor, he had always provided a screen behind which I undressed and then put on a robe. This was not the case here. The doctor stayed leaning against his desk and looking me up and down, not exactly lecherously, but certainly with an interest which was not wholly clinical. I felt uncomfortable but for the first time in my life, felt a strange crinkling feeling down at my loins at the shame that now overtook me. Not that I understood this then, or even really realised what was happening. I knew I was ashamed and I could feel that delightful feeling but I didn't connect the two.

I removed my cardigan and then my skirt, folding both neatly and placing them on the desk. Then came the blouse, leaving me in shoes and stockings, panties and bra. I blushed as I realised he was going to watch me remove all four items but I didn't stop. I kicked off both shoes and dropped the stockings down over my thighs and legs, rolling them both up and placing them in my shoes.

Then I had a choice to make. Bra or panties? I opted for the bra first and glanced at Dr Corbett. Sure enough, his interest was quickened, his eyes staring at my breasts as they emerged from the cups of the bra.

I have said I was an amateur gymnast and I worked very hard at it. As a result, I was aerobically very fit indeed. My muscles were also toned as a gymnast's has to be. I didn't know it for some time, but it was this that had prompted the company medical officer to recommend me to Dr Corbett in the first place. As a result of my hard work, my breasts were firm and nicely shaped. They weren't huge melons. Indeed, they were rather small as breasts go, but their shape was perfect. Exact half-spheres although the nipples were rather prominent, a thing I used to worry about when I stared at them in my mirror.

"Go on, Miss Friend," smiled the doctor and, my blush now deepening to a real crimson (I could see myself in the large wall mirror on one side of the clinic), I put my fingers into the waistband of my bikini style panties and pushed them down off my hips, adding them to the little pile of clothes on the desk.

The doctor now walked over to a built-in cupboard situated between the glass-fronted ones around the walls and brought out a cardboard box. "Place your shoes and clothing in this, Miss Friend," he said gravely, not taking his eyes off my body for one second.

I stifled a sob. The act of putting my clothing into a box indicated I was going to be naked for some considerable time and I didn't like it much - and yet that crinkling feeling was on the rise!

Still, however, I had no idea what it was or why it was affecting me so incredibly.

I stood there now, naked and ashamed while the doctor clearly enjoyed the sight of my body. He was anything but professional about it and yet that weird feeling was still growing.

And then, to make matters ten times worse, Mr Maitland appeared. Yes, really, right in the clinic where I was standing in the centre, stark naked - and then I realised the doctor had been waiting for him.

"Are you ashamed to be naked in front of me, Miss Friend?" the chairman asked softly.

"Yes, Sir, very."

"Good. I am pleased. Now, it will seem strange to you, but I wish to observe all of Dr Corbett's procedures. Do you object?"

I considered it - for a second or two. Yes, I was ashamed, but I now realised his appearance had kicked the crinkling feeling up a few notches more still. I was just beginning to understand I was getting off on this shame. "No, Sir," I said firmly.

"Good. Now this examination is going to take a number of parts, for your usefulness to me depends on three factors: your skill as a secretary we already know about, but there are two other aspects. My style of life involves working and playing at very odd times. I sometimes work through for twenty-four or more at a time and my staff are required to keep up with me. Your physical endurance to this kind of regime is therefore critical. And finally, there is your mental and emotional attitude. I have said you will be required to perform other duties. They will require a very special sort of psyche.

"It needs to be free, untrammelled by social mores; inquisitive, always wanting to explore new dimensions to itself and to new experiences; tolerant to the nth degree, unrestrained by prejudice and always willing to see the other person's point of view.

"Dr Corbett is going to investigate all these aspects of your physical and mental being and I will be here to watch the results."

"Yes, Sir," I said softly, now aware there was a great deal more to this job than the mere typing of documents - and I thrilled to the very core of my being as I imagined everything and nothing.

The examination started ordinarily enough. The doctor used his stethoscope to sound out my internal organs, but then it got down to basics. "Lift your ankles up into the stirrups, Miss Friend. I am going to give you a full pelvic examination..."

Why this was necessary he didn't elaborate but what followed was clear enough. I have had these highly embarrassing examinations before but never one like this! First he prevented me from bringing my feet down by locking my ankles into the stirrups and my wrists and neck to the sides and top end of the table. He then wheeled over a steel table covered with another of the white towels on which rested all manner of weird and terrifying implements.

I was to have good reason to fear these things for the way he used them, without anaesthetic of any kind, soon had me moaning in pain. To add to my discomfort, Mr Maitland stood right beside me, staring down at my naked body, his face inscrutable but I sensed he was interested in me in a sexual way. He didn't touch me - not then, but it was bad enough that he was standing there, both he and Dr Corbett fully clothed, the one staring down at my nakedness, the other doing unspeakable things to my vagina.

And they were unspeakable, although I will try to describe them as best I can.

First, with his hands naked of the usual gloves (but properly cleaned) he delved into my quim, feeling about and taking particular care with my clit, rousing it until it was hard and protuberant. Both of them bent over my body and peered down at it while the doctor masturbated me to an orgasm that had me straining every muscle in my body - which was their aim.

But then he used another device, a dual spoon thing, I think it is called a speculum, that he inserted and then worked the handles to open my vagina very wide. Again he delved inside and again masturbated me to orgasm - with the same result.

I lay there, as ashamed as I had never been in my whole life but also weirdly exhilarated by the events so far. One part of me wanted to cry out to them to stop and let me go; but the other, a far stronger emotion told me to lie back and enjoy what they were doing to me.

The speculum was removed and replaced by another gadget. This one had four solid-looking prongs like very thick fork tines except they were not in a row but were grouped in a square and whose ends were rounded, not sharp. They were curved outwards slightly at their base and I knew straight away they were going into my vagina.

The doctor pushed them into the opening and then began to rotate a knurled screw at the base. This had the effect of forcing the prongs out into a larger square, forming my vagina into a similar shape. He really stretched me this time and the pain began to tell on me - and yet that same pain was now fuelling the crinkling feeling. It was growing at an alarming rate and I knew that if he touched my clit now, I would gush instantly.

He did and I did. My libido was now at an all-time high and while my shame was still there, I also knew I was really getting off on this so-called examination.

No, that isn't fair. The doctor was examining me - for their purposes. It was a legitimate physical, but it was also much more. They were assessing me for my role in Mr Maitland's household as well as my duties as his secretary. It was just they hadn't elaborated on them yet.

More vaginal examinations followed. There was this glass thing he inserted that allowed him to look at the inner membranes of my whole vagina and attached parts. Then he douched me with various liquids some of which stung horribly. He also produced a cigar shaped stick of ice. No, it was more like a dildo - a fake male penis of solid ice.

"I am going to insert this into your cunt, Miss Friend. (Yes, he used that word and they both watched my face as he uttered it - and I didn't move a muscle on my face, guessing this would be the right response). You will be required to keep it inside you until it has melted fully. It will be more than a little painful for the ice has been super-cooled. We will be observing your reactions."

I guessed they would but I watched in fear as (with hands now gloved) he inserted the whitish-blue object into my quim, pushing it right inside and then waited until I closed my vaginal muscles against its working its way out again.

Did it hurt? Did it ever! It burned just as badly as if they had stuck a red-hot poker up there. I squirmed on that table, pressing my lips together so I wouldn't moan and groan, trying to think of anything other than the horrible cold-hot feeling inside my vaginal lips and my whole body squirming horribly the whole time.

"Mr Maitland is going to touch you now, Miss Friend. Do you object?"

"No, Doctor," I said. In fact I welcomed his cool hand on my flesh. It would help take my mind off the awful feeling inside my body - and it did.