The remaining loops of chain, perhaps somefifteen feet in length, lay in coils on the tiled floor. The other endseemed to have some locking clasp like...arrangement that could perhaps besecured to another ring. "Who are you?" I asked."Louise, Mistress, if it pleases you." This was worryingly familiar to me. I had, in my youth, as I havepreviously mentioned, read several of the BDSM heavy 'Swords & Planet'novels of John Norman. I was familiar with the concept of a haplessfemale protagonist being. I started my new job in the September and within days an elder, but very attractive woman became beyond helpful and friendly. Initially I assumed she was just mothering me and making sure I bedded in ok, but it soon became apparent there was only one bed she wanted me in.She was 46, me 23 and it was time for the Christmas do, my first do of any kind with the company. She didn't drink and spent the night talking to me and looking over suggestively. At the end of the night she insisted on running. Coming closer to me she stood with her legs apart and her knees slightly bent. She neatly filled the glass. Not a drop spilled. How did she do that? She directed that I sit up and using my arms I pulled myself upright. Positioning the glass to my lips I eagerly slurped down Mistress’s warm amber nectar. After five or six attempts I had succeed in draining the glass completely.Mistress told me to lie back down and I heard the snap of rubber gloves being pulled on. She moved between my legs and. “And on top of that, my nipples and areolas showed through the thin material, I liked it and I was sure he would too.” “Unless he wanted you to go naked,” Jill quipped. “Yeah, well that wasn't going to happen,” Ashley said. At least not for dinner. “I stepped out of the bathroom, knowing I would get instant approval. He looked me over very appreciatively, but then surprised me by telling me it would probably be better if I wore something less revealing.” I can't believe I just said that. Jill.