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CINDY ON A LEASH
(F/F, Blackmail)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****
The inspiration is "Lisa's Leash" by Marlissa!!
*****
Sandra made a right turn onto Walker Street   she tried to avoid
driving too fast in her anticipation, but it wasn't easy.  She
couldn't wait to get to the office.  Usually she'd be cursing at
the mundane, dead-end job awaiting her downtown, at the small but
prestigious consulting firm where she worked, so the 20-minute
ride was more of a final break before the bore began   but not
today.  She lovingly looked at the big manila envelope sitting on
the passenger seat.  Boredom, hopefully, wasn't going to be a
problem... not anymore.  She sped past another car.
Cindy on a leash...
The 36-year old woman could feel the wet heat building between
her legs.  Silly - how she'd cursed when she had been given the
crap work again just the day before.   Being the "office manager"
  a title that far exceeded the job's actual significance and
mainly meant she was doing whatever administrative work that came
along -  meant she'd been charged with going through John
Anderson's desk and separating out business and personal items. 
John, one of the young, brightest executives of the company, had
apparently told the management he was leaving for a new job all
the way in Switzerland, taking along his new wife, and leaving
the USA for good.  Security concerns being what they were these
days, and given the kind of top priority projects an executive
like Anderson supervised, he hadn't even been allowed to go back
to his desk to clear out his personal stuff, lest he may think of
sneaking out sensitive material at the very last second   an
exceedingly rude treatment Anderson obviously had not
anticipated...
"Oh, well", Sandra chuckled as she made another turn.  She'd
liked Anderson quite a bit   but then everyone did, especially
the women.  Not only was he a success story, having become a
top-notch executive at the company at a young age, he was also
boyishly handsome and very, very fit, too.  Any girl could have
fallen for her.  
Well, some fell harder than others...
Cindy on a leash...
Sandra bit her lip in amusement and turned the radio from her
usual soft romantics channel to Hard Rock 94.50   she was in that
kind of mood.  
John had called her no more than half an hour after he'd been
escorted out of the building by the security.  He was always
courteous, but the handsome executive had never paid much
attention to Sandra, preferring to focus his attention on the
younger, fairer beauties hired fresh from college.  There was an
unofficial policy against office-dating but John didn't pay much
attention to it and hardly anyone complained. 
"Sandra, are you sorting out the stuff at my desk?" he'd asked,
in an exceedingly sweet, if somehow alarmed, tone.
After a period of mumbling around it, he'd come to the point: 
Evidently, while everything he left behind was quite valuable to
him and he'd like to get them back as soon as possible, there was
one manila envelope in the locked drawer, which he really sounded
like he wanted back worse than all the other junk that he'd
forgotten in his desk.  And could Sandra please give the envelope
to Cindy Cooper, as John was flying out that very night...  Cindy
Cooper...  Sandra had immediately recalled Anderson and Cindy
being an item for a short while, shortly after the young woman
had joined the company...  It had ended somewhat badly she'd
thought...
"Sure thing" Sandra had replied to Anderson, agreeable as always.
 She'd give the envelope to Cindy as soon as the young woman got
back from her business trip in San Francisco... 
Sandra was always the agreeable kind; she knew everyone saw her
as the pleasant if unremarkable office colleague, friendly if a
bit too plain-vanilla and conservative...  And of course she was
easy to push around, easy to dump work on, easy to demand things
from, wasn't she?   She'd hardly turn down a small little
request, from one so charming as John Anderson, right?
Cindy, on the other hand, was one of those young women Sandra had
never been.  Beautiful, driven, confident, popular...  She was a
Georgetown grad, wasn't she?  Something like that   Sandra had
gone to a state school, one of the good ones, but still a state
school.  Cindy always seemed to thump her nose at Sandra, perhaps
thinking the elder woman was just some big loser.   While she was
herself an ambitious young bitch, like so many of her kind, armed
with ivy-league diplomas and serious business suits, girl-power
to the tilt...  Cindy was a good 10 years Sandra's junior, yet
had to be making twice as much as Sandra already.  Of course,
whether Cindy had the big brains or not, it sure helped that she
always charmed the clients with that pretty face and perfect body
of hers...  She was a total gym rat as best Sandra could tell,
always spending the early morning hours at the Bally's across the
street from work.
"Good for her" Sandra snickered.   "And good for me..."
The 36-year old could feel her excitement growing by the minute.
Cindy on a leash...  That, after all, was what Sandra had seen on
the very first picture.  Oh, she had to take a look in the
envelope, of course...  Anderson said it was personal, but
really, who could tell for sure without looking?  What if the
details of the latest project were waiting neatly typed up in
that manila folder?
Cindy had called, too, of course.  In the evening, perhaps after
Anderson had gotten around to informing his ex that she was
supposed to pick up the precious manila envelope from Sandra. 
And Sandra had tried to hold her tongue   but failed:
"You know", she'd said, "I did have to take a brief look inside
the envelope, just to make sure it didn't contain anything
work-related..."
There had been no sound at the other end of the phone for a few
moments, but Sandra could almost sense the conflicted feelings
emanating through the miles of phone lines.  The older woman had
prepared herself for a slew of angry threats but it wasn't what
she got for her nosiness:
Instead, obviously on the verge of a panic attack, Cindy had
dived into a lengthy explanation:  She'd been so inexperienced
then.  Barely 22 years old, fresh out of college and she'd been
in total awe of John Anderson.  He was just so handsome, so
successful, so powerful...  And he always wanted her to do such
nasty things, he was really like that, and she'd never given in,
until that one night when she'd been drunk out of her mind, and
it was John's birthday... so she'd allowed him to take a few
pictures like he'd always wanted.  He'd never given them back,
despite her repeated asking, and they'd eventually broken up,
Cindy not wanting to submit to his sick demands ever again, and
John just wanting to chase after more accommodating girls...
She hadn't sounded like the confident, young, career-building Ms.
Perfect at all   she'd sounded like a little girl on the verge of
tears.  And Sandra had done her part, assuring the young one, the
young pretty one, that there was nothing to worry, Sandra would
hand over the envelope the next morning, it would all be just
their tiny little secret.
But then, Sandra had began pondering...
Cindy on a leash, wearing nothing but a sexy pair of red
lingerie...  It wasn't the most X-rated picture to fall out of
the envelope   there were a number of topless pictures after all,
even a couple full nudes, in addition to a variety of poses with
Cindy in bondage and submission.  Still, the picture with Cindy
on a leash had the most impact on Sandra.  It was the most
poetic, suggestive one somehow.  Even Cindy's face looked
different on that one, plainly scared and embarrassed, not quite
like taking part in a kinky little private game in a willing
fashion.  There were a total of 24 pictures in the envelope,
along with the negatives.  Pictures that could really ruin the
young, pretty, oh-so-conceited Cindy Cooper for life...
Cindy on a leash   what would that look like in the flesh?
Sandra had opened a bottle of wine, drank most of it, and fallen
asleep, thinking and pondering...  dreaming...
In the dream there were two women -- one a slender, short-haired
brunette, the other a lustrous, luscious, long-haired blonde. 
One shy and small-busted, the other a proud beauty.  But the
brunette held a whip and the blonde cowered before her.  The
whip-wielding Mistress wore a full corset & stocking set made of
shiny, mean leather, the slave-girl just a tiny white thong made
of sheer silk.  And the Mistress began training the slave-girl
patiently, demandingly, ruthlessly.  There were lessons to be
learned, specific rules to be memorized, skills to be developed
in order to become the ideal slave.  There was more in the dream
- sexual sensations, games with toys... 
Sandra had woken up with a bed soaking wet with her own sexual
juices...   She was no lesbian, of course, but the idea of power
over another... of at last being the aggressor, the dominator,
the one in command...  she'd had to go to the bathroom to relieve
herself once more...
She made a turn onto Washington Street, the last mile to the
office.
Her mind still wandered through the pictures she'd seen...
Cindy on a leash.
Cindy handcuffed to the bedposts, only her upper body showing,
but her naked tits jutting forward...
Cindy on her knees, her wrists and elbows bound tightly behind
her back, and a ball gag in her mouth...
Cindy wearing just a thong, play-acting with a big black dildo,
sticking it in her mouth...
Cindy completely naked, sitting on the floor, only her tight
little pussy hid from the viewer's eyes...
How could she have been so stupid?  So delectably stupid?
Sandra saw Cindy's sexy red BMW in the parking lot and parked
next to it.  She lost no time, making her way to the 24th floor
where Cindy worked.  She still couldn't believe Cindy had a
personal office already, at the tender age of 25, overlooking the
city and the river.  The management had yet to see it fit to give
the 36-year-old Sandra an office of her own...
Cindy was in her office - must have been there since 6 AM,
nervously waiting for Sandra to arrive.  
As she handed over the envelope and Cindy sheepishly thanked,
Sandra noted the young woman was wearing a super-conservative
business suit this day -  as if that made up for the debauchery
captured in the pictures.  She wondered in delight what Cindy may
look like wearing a spandex mini-skirt and a tight little
tube-top... the unofficial uniform of office tarts.
Sandra chose to wait as the younger woman opened the envelope. 
She probably should have just put it away calmly, but her angst
got the best of her.  She tore open the envelope, probably just
wishing to make sure they were all in there.  
And she sifted through them with a growing terror.
"I got the originals on my computer of course" Sandra smiled  
her smile was more of an evil glee, surely unaccustomed on the
face of the easy-going, pliant Sandra.
Cindy was not holding pictures, not exactly; she was holding
postcards.  Postcards made of the pictures.  Address fields were
empty, but they were otherwise ready to be mailed.  Sandra had
gotten to work on PowerPoint early in the morning...
"I was thinking your grandmother may enjoy the one with the
leash" Sandra remarked.  "And your parents would probably like
one of the full nudes.  Your old college friends would probably
prefer something more racy, I'm assuming they'd get a kick from
the pictures with the dildo, no?"
Cindy seemed to be shaking but remained speechless.
"Of course, they may all eventually take a look at the whole set
 I've taken the liberty to register a website,
cindycooperinbondage.net.  Haven't decided what sort of material
to place there yet...".  She smiled at the terrified young woman
again.
Cindy tried to say something but nothing really came out.
"Be at my place tonight.  The address is on the company
database."  Sandra explained, trying to sound and look as
terrifying as she hoped for.  "9 PM.  Sharp!"
As she marched out of Cindy's office, Sandra pondered whether the
young woman's current job would be appropriate for her anymore  
for a lesbian sex-slave, that is!
No worries, Sandra would be looking for a new assistant soon.  A
secretary, really, in a tight spandex mini.  A secretary who'd be
doing all the boring, brainless crap Sandra didn't feel like
doing and would be punished dearly for her mistakes. The pay
wasn't very good at all but Cindy could sure save some money when
she moved in with Sandra...
As Sandra marched away in evil glee, Cindy slumped in her chair.
She was trembling, her hand in a fist, holding the "postcards". 
An e-mail popped up on her computer.  
She swallowed, it was from John Anderson.  
A short message, to the point:
"Hi there, honeypots...  Hope you liked my parting gift!  Sorry
you never did get into all that kinky stuff with me, except for
that one time, of course...  And I sure didn't wanna press on
after that, being a gentleman and all.  Let's see if your new
Mistress will be so accommodating, huh?   Cheers..."
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****


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