I'm Not A Nice Person

Written by Obeyurdom

bdsm-office I used to be, but now I spend my time enjoying myself. I don't really hurt people but I do take advantage of them if they let me.

The following took place about 4 months ago...

Some days things just go your way. I am the global logistics manager for a rather large firm. I have been auditing our courier providers lately to try and reduce costs and improve on-time performance of the courier company. I came into work on Monday and received an e-mail from the courier about 2 shipments that were created electronically last Friday to move next day air, but the shipments were never given to the courier when they made their pick-up on Friday evening.

Hmmm, I went into the system and saw that the shipments were both created by the same person. A buyer, She just started here after interning with us for a year - just graduated college back in May. Both packages going from my building, 1 to her home address... very curious, and a second one to another residential address. Why would someone send a package from their work to their home? Why not just carry it home with you? Each package was less than 3 pounds. So I asked the shipping folks out on the docks to alert me when these packages arrived for shipment.

No more than 20 minutes later I got the call. I went down and retrieved the packages and brought them to my office. I thought it was a company employee stealing company secrets or contracts. So I took out my knife and opened the pouches. If I was wrong it was no issue as I am one of two people that can reprint the labels, so she would never know. Also, if there was something wrong company policy states that any packages shipped can be inspected and so I am covered here too.

Imagine my surprise when package one didn't contain paper but contained 2 pairs of panties and photos of the girl sending them. VERY revealing photos. There was even a series of photos starting with her with a hairy bush, then trimmed, then shaved clean and a small zip lock baggie with what appeared to be pubic hairs. Next I opened, with my hands slightly trembling, the one going to her home. This one contained 3 bags of what appeared to be pot. I'm no expert but I was pretty sure it was pot!

Here you have a gorgeous young lady, engaged to be married, sending panties and nude pics to some other guy - and sending some type of leafy substance to herself - all from work!

I sent her an e-mail and called her to my office to see if I could get to the bottom of this. I fully expected to have to terminate her, but I wanted to find a way to keep things as quiet as possible as I didn't want HR notifying the authorities and getting her arrested. When she came in I could tell she was scared shitless... Her face was pale but still a little flushed. Her eyes were nervously darting in every direction, and her breathing was shallow. (Former police officer, I tend to notice these things)

I asked her to sit down and took the courier pouches from the credenza behind my desk. Her eyes went very wild and a tiny, airy shriek, more of a squeak came out of her mouth. Now she was terrified. She partially recovered and started getting very flushed and ANGRY, talking about invasion of privacy. I reminded her of the policy that any outgoing packages could be searched and she quieted right down.

Of course we all know what happened next... she wanted to know if she was going to lose her job. When I told her that I didn't know if we needed to bring in HR and the police she started to beg. She would do anything, anything, ANYTHING, just please don't bring in the cops. She would quit, wouldn't apply for unemployment, would let the company keep her vacation pay, anything...

I asked her why? Why the photos etc... when she's engaged - her answer... She met this guy online and he tells her what to do and she likes it. She's never explored being a sub or slave and has no idea what BDS&M even means... Hmmmm, I start to think about opportunities here. The person she is sending the stuff to is located about 600 miles away... Hmmmm again!

Now I ask about the leafy substance. It seems her girlfriend brought it by for her. She brought it back from Mexico. Lucky she didn't get caught at the border! Anyway, this girl was afraid to drive with it so decided to ship it to herself. Not too bright... And if she had shipped it out when she created the labels I never would have found out!

So, now she is on the brink of tears, here in my office. I can feel my blood pressure rise, my mouth is dry and my hands are on the desk to keep them from trembling. It's almost like I'm outside my body looking that the discussion and I hear myself saying "Are you sure you'll do anything to keep this quiet?"...

Now, I'm a Dom and have had my fair share of subs, but this was different. A sub GIVES you their power - this was more like a slave. I was trying to TAKE her power. She would still have to give it, she could say no, and now my job was at risk just as much as hers. But once she said yes she would be my slave. If she reported me I could have just stated that it was all about revenge over me finding out about her shipments... but still...

She looked at me, trembling herself, her eyes welling up with tears. I saw her lip quivering... I almost called it off, but then I hear myself speak again... "Well, did you mean what you said? Do you want to come to an arrangement or don't you? Your choice".

Shit, I had done it now. I think I was as scared as she was. What if she said yes??? What if she said no??? My mind was racing.

She looked down and whispered "Yes, what do you want me to do - anything, anything, just please don't tell Gene (Her fiancee who I had never even met so I don't know why she was more worried about him than the police)". Simple as that.

I looked her over, up and down and started simply. She was wearing a business suit with a nice skirt and jacket. "Raise up your skirt" I told her. She looked at me, her lips quivering again. The tears were now freely falling down her cheeks. Dripping onto her jacket - luckily it was a darker shade of blue and so the wet spots forming were almost invisible. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. She reached down with shaking hands and slowly lifted her skirt. "Higher" I demanded as I couldn't see anything yet. She kept her gaze down at the floor and wouldn’t look at me at all. With an almost silent sob she pulled her skirt all the way up. She was wearing a pair of lightly colored panties. As a man I can only call them light brown or tan. A lady would probably call them cream or some other color. I was hoping to see a damp spot - I thought perhaps she was excited, but no luck.

"Take off the panties and bring them over here" I told her. Now she looked up, almost in disbelief (What did she expect???). I kept my eyes locked on her's until she looked down again and dropped the skirt and started to remove the panties. Once she had removed them she held them out to me. When I didn't reach out to take them she prepared to throw them on my desk. But before she could hurl them at me I told her "I said BRING them over here" and pointed to the spot on the floor next to my chain where I wanted her to come to.

Slowly she walked over and then held the panties out again. I took them in my hand and noticed immediately that they were damp. Just slightly - in the crotch. Success? I ordered her to lift the skirt again. Now her whole body was trembling, almost like a set of convulsions and I could tell she was really trying hard not to cry out loud. She lifted the skirt and I saw that she was still neatly shaved (Those pics couldn't have been taken too long ago). I told her to spread her legs. She complied but did not spread them too much. So I pushed my hand between her thighs and told her "A little more, come on now!"

Now her gaze was now locked on the ceiling, and as my hand moved up her thigh I discovered that she was DRENCHED. I looked up at her and said "You are soaking wet, so why are you crying???" Now she did start to convulse, sobbing so much I was worried that someone would pass my door and hear her. "Sit down, Sit back down in the chair" - which she did. I placed my hand on her shoulder and told her to relax. After a few minutes she did, although she still had the occasional sob...

She told me she was embarrassed. Embarrassed at being seen this way, embarrassed at being ordered around, and embarrassed mostly by being excited by it all. I gave her some tissues and some bottled water to clear her face, and she used the make-up in her purse to fix her face.

Once she had calmed down a little more she thanked me for not getting her in trouble and asked for her panties back - and what I was going to do with the two courier pouches.

I told her I was going to keep it all. The courier pouches I told her were my leverage. I needed them to make sure she never accused me of sexual harassment or rape. I told her I was keeping the panties as a memento of our first session. Now she looked up again, and said "Our first session? What do you mean our first session?"

I reminded her that she offered to do anything, anything, anything... and anything takes a long, long, LONG time to do.