Chapter 1 - Update

 

Miss Frazer, had managed to keep me safe, from being taken by a different Mistress, even if only for the period of my scenario, which had by now, ended.

Offered the job as her receptionist, secretary, with extras, mainly to please, Miss Alcock, I had jumped at the chance.

My sabbatical had not gone down well with the company, and they suggested that I offer my resignation, replacing me, with a younger version, and cheaper, for them. I was not angry, actually I looked forward to being with Miss Frazer and Alcock, their suggestion came a day after Miss Frazer, made the offer. A grateful secret service gave me residency. I am sure Miss Frazer was involved, ensuring they gave it, to me, so that I could, work for them.

It did mean that I had to appear as female in reception, and keep a bust, just a small one, a B cup, which when Miss Alcock and I decided to dine out, we could do, as a couple, yet I could appear as a female, while in, reception.

Miss Frazer used her contacts to get me legally in France with an ID card; the Secret Service, were grateful for my efforts in catching, the smugglers. This meant that Miss Frazer got everything she needed, to keep me in, France, legally.

You can never trust a female, apparently, I was legally in France, as long as I remained with, Miss Frazer, if I ever left her, I had a week, to get out of France. I was a free person, yet held still, in her strong, grip.

I was free to do as I pleased, as long as she gave me permission, to do it.

The contract of employment was the normal one, with a couple of minor exceptions. I had to agree to the cane, for any mistakes, and live where she dictated, being the cage, in the back room, and wear the uniform, provided, dressing, as a female, while at work. This had an odd element, seeing as I lived at work; I had to remain dressed as a female, while on, the premises. Only when Miss Alcock took me out to dinner, was I allowed to dress as, a male.

Wages, what are those? Miss Frazer, supplied my clothes, the roof over my head, my meals, my make-up, everything I needed, and Miss Alcock paid, if we went out, or Miss Frazer, if we had a girl's night out, which dictated how I dress, so, what wages?

That said, I was very happy, Miss Alcock was just as demanding as ever, requiring her injections, nightly, and I was only to pleased, to supply them.

My period of punishment was over, and having elected to join them as their receptionist, it became more of a working environment, please note I said, more of. About once a month, I was taken to the box for punishment, of my errors, some actual mistakes, some engineered, but that was the fun element, wasn't it?

I sold up in England, and deposited my funds as it were, in an off shore, bank account, accruing interest, for my retirement.

I didn't need spending money, the girls paid for everything I needed, from sanitary wear, to lip stick, that way I never had an excuse for not appearing dressed, as they expected, no, demanded.

There was a steady stream of females, and we investigated matters from divorce to, tracking down people for a debt collector or two, these basic cases were then intermixed by the demands of the secret service.

With regard to finding people, and the divorce cases; I was now more and more involved, as I learned the trade, but very much on the fringe, when the secret service cases, came up.

Some fifteen months after Miss Frazer attacked me in the pub, I was now a well-established member of her team, and loving it.

I should also tell you that, while I was being held, during the challenge, they did not stop work, cameras told them that a customer had entered, when in the office, doing research, as to the whereabouts of, the kidnapper. They had an answer phone, and call divert to their phones, when needed. The work of a private investigator does not, stop, even if the receptionist is, missing, and being hunted.

That brings you up to date, and it was a new week, and the first day of the week, when Miss Frazer called me into her office.

"Nancy, how are you feeling? Do you feel like having an adventure, I ask, not that I require an answer, but to remind you that it is that time, of year. Yes, as of today you are in danger of being kidnapped, by other dominatrix, trying to win, the challenge. If they do win, they will keep you, if, they win, until next year, when I will try, and kidnap you, back.

I must admit you are very unfortunate, in that you are not a paying guest, with a limited time to be, held. The term of being held is until the scenario has played out, usually a month, but with you, it is for, life. The term of your placement, with me, seeing as you have now signed up as my, receptionist.

Do not be afraid, the rules apply, and they will do nothing, to injure you or change your appearance, permanently, but they can, and will undoubtedly use the cane on you, to make you belong, to them," she said, and smiled at me, "That is the part you really enjoy, isn't it, being taken, and controlled?" She asked me, and I agreed with her.

This year the field has expanded to six dominatrices, all with a desire to own you, rather your cock, so beware. Do as I have trained you to do; suspect every female, they are not allowed to use males, in your case, as you stated, at the start. Some clients, do allow males to be part of it, and some require males, to take them, homosexuals, perhaps?

Is the car that just pulled up behind you there to bungle you in the boot, and take you, or is it the gaggle of females going into the sex shop, you just walked past? Be alert to everything, try, and avoid back alleys, use the main street where possible, or take one of us, with you.

I also realise my words are falling on deaf ears, you enjoy being kidnapped, but think on this, this year, if you fall into the wrong hands, then I get to use my cane on you, when we get you back, unless you have been, careful. To allow yourself to be caught is a failing, six strokes, compounding so expect to take thirty-six strokes, unless, you are, careful," she warned me, with a smile with, meaning, I did not miss.

I now went daily to the sandwich shop, owned by her cousin, for our lunch, and the first day I was unexpectedly wary, every noise triggered a reaction, from me. I noted every new face in the shop, and on the street. Every parked car, and every one that pulled up in front, or behind, me.

Three new clients arrived that morning, and seeing as there were only two, investigators, Miss Frazer allowed me to join them, two were needed, skilled people trailing and following, suspects, camera in hand to get the all-important shot, of the action, irrefutable evidence of, the act, and cheating on their partner. These types were for the girls, I was not skilled enough yet, to get involved, apart from typing up any reports, and viewing the evidence. All part of the learning process, which shots carried the most proof, it always included the lenses to be used, apertures, and focal lengths, whatever they were? But as time passed by, I did learn.

"Was the shop busy, you were gone a longer time than usual?" Miss Frazer asked me when I returned, with the sandwiches.

"Busier, but not too busy, I was slower, three cars pulled up behind me a Beetle, a classic car, in purple, and with lowered suspension, a Honda off roader, and a Skoda, in white, an estate car. In front of me two pulled up a couple got out of one, a Ford Ka, in blue, and a Merc, in black, with blacked out windows. Youngsters, emerged from it, four males," I told her bragging, perhaps?

"Good, you are learning; who got out of the cars, behind you?" She asked me.

"I-I well I didn't see them," I admitted.

"The attack will not come from the front, you need to see behind you, be aware of what is going on, behind you. You will not see them, as such, but you need to heighten, your senses, and be more, aware. Tomorrow, I will want to know the sex of every person, getting out of every, car," she told me, and I left her, to eat her lunch, while I ate mine.

"Nancy, I have an itch, are you free?" Miss Alcock asked me, smiling at me.

"Miss Frazer, needs this, by home time, will six, suffice?" I asked her, later that afternoon.

"Admirably," she said, and led off to my cage where we stripped off.

We got down to a good fucking, we began with the usual kissing and petting, then it progressed quite quickly, into probing her with my finger, and on to oral. Where I kissed her clit, licked it, then began to probe it. She was eager for it, her juices flowed and flowed in rivers, a sure sign she had delayed the approach, and was desperate, for it. So much so, that she did not delay to long, before she was knelt up, hovering over my hard, throbbing cock, and slowly, lowering down, slipping it into her clit, and then her cunt, in a long, slow, descent. While she felt it sliding, comfortably in, throbbing hard as it was, and just as eager for, the fuck.

She slipped me in deep, right up to my groin, smiling with the euphoria of the feelings, as it slipped in, throbbing hard. All encased in her cunt, she rose up again slowly, enjoying the feelings, as it slipped out, and then back in long, slow strokes, while she felt the hard cock, throbbing hard, sliding in and out slowly, exaggerating the length, with the slow strokes.

No more than six strokes before she was that worked up, she couldn't manage anymore, and began to ram me in hard and fast, building up speed, and force, as she went along.

Very soon our thighs were slapping, as she crashed down into mine, and with effort, it wasn't long before her first orgasm erupted, and she slowed, a squirt running down my cock, and dripping off my balls, told me it had arrived, and she slowed, enjoying the euphoria of the orgasm as the endorphins raced about, exciting her.

She held her position for a second or two, then began again, ramming me in hard and fast. It didn't take long for the second to erupt, with the same result. The slow, the squirt, and then the slow rise and fall for two strokes, no more, then she was off again, ramming me in hard and fast. The third erupted quickly, as I expected, they were now lined up, and ready to erupt, and after the fourth they did, one after the other, in quick succession, they ripped, into her. I managed to count the six I offered her, but she was well, and truly primed, and they carried on, before I had time to shoot my load into, the condom, I counted eight, squirts.

"Satisfactory." She said that part had not changed, it was never good, or very nice, just adequate, or satisfactory.

It does not do to compliment a slave, and I was, her. sex slave, a receptionist at work, but between the sheets, I was a sex slave, so satisfactory was the best I could hope for. Except that she was unsteady, as she walked out of the cage, full of euphoria, and endorphins. I lay there smiling, as she walked unsteadily back, to her office, drunk on a good, fucking.

I used the bathroom, dressed, and returned to my desk, to finish typing up the report for, Miss Frazer.

"Nancy, I am off, it will not be an early night, I am going to watch a suspect, he must have the woman several miles away, for it to take so long, and I will have to follow him. He leaves home at four thirty, and does not return until nine thirty.

Miss Alcock will lock up, she will also be working, so expect a late-night call, for her, injections," she told me, with a knowing smile.

Our sexual activities were not a secret, Miss Frazer, the senior partner, encouraged them. It kept Miss Alcock sweet, so she said.