Chapter 3

“Good morning, Miss Moore,” he said in his usual greeting. He didn’t seem to even realize she was dying inside. He seemed completely oblivious to how she felt or even what went on yesterday.

If she hadn’t been so bowled over by him, it might have made her angry, his ignorance of her feelings. But how could he know? She had tried very hard to suppress any emotions she might have felt.

Before she went to her desk to be chained and cuffed for her workday, she stopped off at the bathroom. When she came out, Peter was already in his office, starting up his computer and getting organized for the day.

“Mr. Campbell, may I have a word with you?” she said, very proper and professional.

“Of course, Miss Moore. Please come in. What can I do for you?” he said.

“Mind if I shut the door? This is kind of personal,” she said.

“No, go ahead.” She shut the door and then came over to sit in the chair in front of his desk.

“So what’s going on, Miss Moore?” he asked.

“Peter, I can’t take it anymore!” she said, the news bursting from her. “I have tried to keep things in perspective to stay professional, but I can’t do it any longer! That lunch date we had yesterday was too much, and I have been thinking about it every moment since.

“I didn’t sleep a wink last night, thinking about that lunch and about you. And if I don’t get this off my chest, I will just die!”

“What is it, Crystal? What’s going on?” he asked. He could see she was visibly upset and he thought maybe he had done something wrong yesterday at lunch. He came around the desk to her leaning against his desk in front of her.

“Peter, I want to be more than just your secretary. I sit at that desk over there and all I can do is think about you. I look through the window and wish I was there with you. I can’t be this close to you and not think about you constantly.

“Hell, half of my concentration problems are because my mind is on you! You drive me crazy and I have been hiding it for too long, trying to keep our relationship purely professional, when all I really want to do is lay on this desk and have you take your pleasure out in me!

“I want to be more than your secretary, Peter, I want to be yours! I want to belong to you! These chains and cuffs have awoken something in me, something even I didn’t realize until now.

“Peter, I want to belong to you. I want to be yours – your slave ... your slut ... to do with whatever you want. I don’t have a boyfriend or anyone in my life, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either. I want to be yours. Please!” she said.

“I see. This is a very serious matter Crystal,” he said, looking very serious. But he couldn’t hold his smile back for long.

“Why are you laughing, then?” she said, thinking he was mocking her.

“Oh, Crystal honey, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that I had this suspicion since the moment I put the chains on you.

“You put up a fuss at first, sure, but I saw the look in your eyes when I cuffed you. I could see your breathing increase and I could feel the excitement you had in submitting. I knew then that there was a little submissive slut hidden in there ... I was just waiting for it to boil to the surface.

“That’s why I invited you to lunch ... I figured that away from the stigma of the work environment, I could get under your skin easier. And it worked. I watched how you walked away from the table. I very nearly had to walk you to the bathroom, you were so shaky!” he chuckled.

“But how ... how did you know this about me? I didn’t even know it!” she said.

“My dear, before I changed my college major to Business Administration, I was going for a degree in Psychology. I learned I had a knack for reading people, and I wanted to develop it.

“I could see in your eyes, your face, and just the way you always want to make sure others are taken care of.

“You are a born submissive, my dear. And there’s nothing wrong with that – you just need to find someone who understands and appreciates that in you. Someone who knows what it means to be submissive, and won’t take advantage of your kind-hearted nature.”

He paused for a moment before finishing.

“Someone like me.”

“Y-you mean you’d...” she started to say.

“After work, we will talk more about this. For now, there is work to do and too many people around to talk about this properly,” he said.

“Yes Sir,” she said. Crystal practically skipped to her office, locking herself dutifully to her desk to begin her day – in much better spirits than she had come to work in.

Crystal was absolutely giddy as she typed away at her computer. She had broken the worrisome news to Peter and to her complete delight, he had understood how she felt.

Not only did he understand, but it also seemed as if he would agree to her idea! At least that what she hoped he meant! He had told her they would discuss it that night after work when everyone had gone home and they had some privacy.

That day, Crystal was a whirlwind of activity. She couldn’t work fast enough or do enough – it was as if she’d gone into hyper-drive!

“Miss Moore, you have been going like gangbusters all morning. Would you like to go to lunch with me?” Mr. Campbell asked as he stuck his head in her office.

“Oh no, you don’t! That’s how we got in this situation to start with!” she giggled. “Besides, I want to get these reports done and out of the way for you. I will just order something and that way I can keep going.”

“Okay, then. Here is the remote. I don’t know who will be left in the office, so if you have to leave, just unlock the chains yourself. I’ll probably be back before lunchtime is over myself,” he said.

“Have a nice lunch, Sir.” And a few minutes after he left, Crystal called a fast food place that delivered so she could eat at her desk.

She kept working at this breakneck pace all through lunch and right up to quitting time. By the end of the day, she had caught up on a few things left over from the previous day, today’s work, and got a decent head start on tomorrow’s work!

When it came time to go home, Mr. Campbell waited in his office until his floor was cleared and only he and Crystal were left. He came in and unlocked Crystal. “Come with me, Miss Moore,” he said flatly.

She got up and followed him into his office. “Have a seat,” he said, waving to the chair in front of his desk. He locked the door and closed the blinds so they could talk privately.

“Now then, about this matter you mentioned this morning. I want to make sure I understand clearly – I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding or miscommunications here,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You said you wanted to be more than my secretary, Am I right? I believe the terms you used were ‘I want to be yours! I want to belong to you!’ was that correct?” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You also mentioned something else ... let’s see, I believe you said something to the effect of ‘I want to be your slave ... your slut ... to do with whatever you want.’ Is that about right?”

“Yes, Sir. That’s right. I want to belong to you – my mind, my body, all of it. I want to be your slave, Peter. I want you to own me!”

“I see. So you are giving me permission to use you for whatever I please. To use your body any way I please, is that right?”

“Yes! Yes, Peter,” she said, getting a bit tired of these repeated questions.

“I just don’t want there to be any questions or doubts. We need to be perfectly clear because what your asking ... to belong to me to use any way I want ... covers a lot of territory.

“There may be things I ask you to do that you don’t like or don’t want to do. I may want something and you won’t be ‘in the mood’ or want to do it right away. Belonging to me means that you don’t get to decide what, when, or how. You just do as you are told. And that is a lot to ask from anyone.”

“Peter, I understand. And I have thought about all that. I thought about this all evening and all night last night. I didn’t sleep a wink last night thinking about it ... about you.

“But I also know that you are a kind, reasonable man and if there ever was something you asked that I really didn’t want to do, you would be willing to at least listen to my side and give me the benefit of the doubt.

“I mean look at what you’ve already done – any other employer would have fired me for not accomplishing my work. And several have. But you came up with the idea of chaining me to my desk to get me to focus.

“That’s going above and beyond, Peter. But that’s you, you always try to do what’s best for your people even if it means breaking the rules or thinking outside the box.”

“Well, thank you for the compliments, Crystal. And you are right, if there ever is something you feel that strongly about, we can discuss it. I’m not saying I will back down, but I will listen.

“Okay then, if this is what you really want to do, and you are willing to accept your place as my slave slut, then show me. Take off your blouse and your skirt,” he said.

Crystal stood up and immediately began unbuttoning her blouse, removing it and putting it on the back of the chair. Then she unfastened her skirt and slid it down her legs, picking it up and placing it on top of her blouse.

She stood there in front of him now, dressed only in her bra, panties, stockings, and heels. He looked her up and down. Crystal was a very beautiful woman and even more so close up and dressed in her underthings.

His eyes roamed over her five-foot-eight-inch frame, stopping to take in her amazing 36DD tits. Then his eyes moved slowly down her soft, silky pale body. He took in every delicious curve and hollow.

His gaze moved down her flat stomach to her black lace panties. He licked his lips as he looked at her thin lacy panties, imagining the delights that lay beneath them. Crystal saw him lick his lips and she moaned softly.