Drug Test · Part 1

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Gail Bell sat in her cubicle, eyes focused on the computer screen in front of her, her fingers furiously typing out a program on the keyboard. One line of code after another appeared on the screen, she hoped that she would be able to do a test run before the end of the day.

Or else she could simply log on from home and finish the program and do a test tonight; or come in on Saturday to finish it. After all, in the IT field you can work any eighty hours you want!

Her desk phone rang, and she picked it up.

“Gail here,” she said.

“It’s Eric Green, what are you doing just now?”

Eric Green was her employer; the company’s CEO and founder.

“I’m working on the project we discussed at the meeting yesterday, the Datron project,” Gail answered.

“That can wait, there’s another matter that I need your assistance on. Please come to my office.”

“Yes, sir.” Gail replied.

It was Friday afternoon, and all of her co-workers were getting restless in anticipation of the weekend. She had overheard two of the other female employees wondering if their boyfriends would finally try and seduce them this weekend.

Gail’s sexual desires were different, and could only be met by a man with means – like that of her wealthy employer.

She saved her work on the computer, stood up and smoothed her skirt around her shapely hips, and walked to his office. For today Gail had chosen a white blouse; a black skirt; matching stockings (she wore stockings and a garter belt); and finally a pair of shining patent leather high heels to compliment her outfit.

Gail kept her body fit through a combination of diet and exercise; and she was envied by her friends for her shapely body. Of course they didn’t see the meals she avoided; nor the hours exercising or running on the treadmill to shed the calories.

Looking good took work; and lots of it!

Walking into Eric’s office, she passed his secretary, who waved her in. Gail strode past her, and knocked on her door.

“Enter,” she heard from within.

Gail opened the door, and walked into Eric’s office. He was an attractive man who was still in his mid-thirties and he had created a successful company; and made a fortune, all before he had hit thirty.

Virile and attractive; he would challenge his workers to run laps with him in the company gym – and often he would win against younger men than himself.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Gail asked.

“Yes, please sit down.”

Gail waited for Eric to say what he wanted – after all, he was the boss!

“We just signed a contract with the Defense Department for some new business; and I’m worried that if the DOD comes in here snooping around we might lose our security clearance if they do drug tests.”

“What do you suggest?” Gail answered.

“I’d like you to take a drug test – purely as an experiment. You haven’t been using anything illegal, like doing a joint at a party, have you?”

“No, not for a long time.”

“I want you to go into my bathroom, take off your skirt and panties, pee into a cup, and then place this tester in the cup for a few seconds. Then you can show it to me – one line says you’re clean; two means a positive. Okay?” Eric asked.

“Yes, sir,” Gail replied.

He handed her a small piece of plastic that resembled a pregnancy tester, and she stood up and made her way to his private bathroom – which was part of his office. She closed the door behind her, and unzipped her skirt; and next stepped out of her Victoria’s Secret panties. Removing a cup from the dispenser next to the sink, she peed into the cup just a bit, stopped her stream, and then finished by peeing into the porcelain bowl. After cleaning herself with some toilet paper, she immersed the tester into the cup for a few seconds.

Gail gasped in surprise when she saw two lines in the tester! She had tested positive – and she knew for a fact that she had not used anything for ages!

“I don’t have all day!” Eric growled from outside, “come out immediately with the tester!”

Flustered by the positive result and Eric’s demands, Gail opened the bathroom door. Wearing nothing but her bra; garter belt; stockings; and heels; she walked out and faced her employer.

“Well?” Eric demanded, “what is the result? You’re the first person I’ve tested; so I hope you’re going to set an example for your co-workers.”

Meekly she placed the tester on his desk, and Eric picked it and his displeasure was evident on his face.

“Positive! Two lines! My best employee. What do you have to say for yourself?” he barked.

“I’m sorry, but it must be wrong! I haven’t used anything illegal for months – not even by accident!” Gail protested her innocence.

“Come here,” he ordered, and he pushed his chair back from the desk.

“Yes, sir.”

She stood beside his desk, and Eric faced her.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he told Gail.

“Yes, sir.”

Before she could protest or withdraw, his right hand snaked itself between her legs, and his fore-finger was inserted into her wet pussy.

“Using drugs can be grounds for termination, you know that, I hope,” he told her.

“Yes, yes!” she answered as his finger pistoned itself between the folds of her sex, every stroke making her hotter by the second.

“Just for testing positive, you’ve got to be punished. Do you understand?” he demanded.

“Yes,” Gail cried.

“Good, just so we understand each other. Now lick your juices off my finger,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir.”

Still seated at his desk he raised his hand, while Gail bent down to clean her secretions from his finger. As she did so, his other hand reached out to fondle her smallish breasts and pinch her nipples, making her gasp in mild pain.

“You’ve very beautiful,” he told her, “it’s a pity that you have to be such a bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” she answered once she had cleaned herself from his fore-finger.

“Were you doing anything this weekend?” he asked.

“Just finishing up the program I was working on,” Gail replied.

“Good, that can wait. My chauffeur will pick you up at your apartment at twelve noon precisely Saturday; and don’t pack, you won’t be needing anything. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Gail answered.

“Good, now go get dressed and you can leave for the day. The Datron project can wait – so don’t get back on the computer. I’ll be monitoring your PC from here – so your account had better not log on!”

Gail went into the bathroom and dressed as she had been told. Her face was flustered and red from the sexual probing that she had endured, so any more work that day was problematic at best. She exited the bathroom to face Eric again.

“Remember, Saturday at noon exactly. You’re going to be punished, Gail. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Gail answered, then she made her way to the door.

This was going to be one painful weekend, she thought to herself.

Saturday noon at Twelve sharp Gail locked the door to her apartment. At the curb was her employer’s limousine, and she didn’t want to be accused of being late. She hurried to the curb.

Gail was wearing a blouse; a skirt; and a pair of modest heels. She had not packed a suitcase as ordered, following Eric’s orders.

At the car the uniformed chauffeur stood by the door, and opened it for her. Gail stepped into the interior; and the tinted windows prevented her from seeing if there was anyone else inside the car.

“Hello there,” greeted Yvonne, Eric’s housekeeper.

Yvonne was Eric’s housekeeper; cook; and all around assistant. She helped him in all of his personal affairs. Gail guessed that she was in her late twenties; and she was a very attractive brunette with a good figure. Today she was dressed in a t-shirt; jeans; and sneakers.

“Hi,” Gail replied as she seated herself, and then reached for the seatbelt.

“Not needed, darling,” Yvonne instructed, “now be a good girl and place your hands behind your back, and turn your back to me.”

Gail did as she was told, and she felt the cold steel of handcuffs locked around her wrists, making her helpless. Yvonne had closed them properly so that there was no cutoff of circulation to Gail’s hands. Next a leather collar was locked around Gail’s neck; and that was followed by a ball-gag. Gail obediently opened her mouth and Yvonne gently placed it between her jaws; and then she threaded the leather through the buckle at the back of her neck and drew the leather tight. The ball filled her mouth completely, robbing her of the power of speech. Lastly a leather blindfold cut off her vision; and now Gail was totally helpless.

Outside of the car she could hear the familiar sounds of car traffic; blaring horns; and stereos on too loud. While she had been made helpless by Yvonne the chauffer had set out for Eric’s mansion, which was located outside of town.

“You can sit back in your seat, darling. I’ll be sure and tell Eric that you gave me no trouble,” Yvonne said to her bound companion.

“Mmmmmph!” Gail grunted in response.

“All tied up and no place to go – but in reality you are going someplace; aren’t you darling? To Green’s Mansion, and I’m sure that he has something nasty in store for you.”

Gail sat in bound silence.

“You’re quite a lovely woman, Gail. I’ll bet that plenty of men; and probably quite a few women; would just love to get you in bed.”

Gail felt the buttons to her blouse opened, and Yvonne’s probing fingers pinched her breasts, making her fidget and moan.

Next she felt her skirt raised, and something between her legs – a dildo! The molded plastic tip teased her sex lips.

“Eric will be so pleased to hear that you didn’t wear anything underneath,” said Yvonne as she slid the dildo into Gail’s pussy.

“Mmmmmph!” Gail moaned in response to the invasion of her most private parts.

The drive to the Mansion continued as Yvonne tormented her helpless passenger. Yvonne would bring Gail to the edge of sexual climax; then cruelly withdraw the dildo leaving her captive hungry with need.

It was impossible for Gail to ignore the sexual anguish that Yvonne was inflicting on her; with Gail so totally helpless in her bondage. All she could was to moan and suck at the rubber ball between her teeth as Yvonne made her suffer in her steel and leather prison.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the limousine came to a stop, and the torment ceased. The car door opened to admit fresh air into the cabin.

“I’ll help you out, darling,” said Yvonne.

Bound and helpless, Gail was assisted out of the car, and she stood in her heels outside of her destination, which she knew was Green’s Mansion.

“Walk,” Yvonne commanded as she grasped Gail’s arm firmly, pointing her in the direction.

Gail took careful measured steps, allowing her captor to point her in the right direction.

“Steps,” said Yvonne.

Gail ascended the few steps to the door in darkness, and she walked into the Eric Green’s Mansion, and she heard the door close behind her.

Yvonne conducted her into the house, and finally she felt the strap holding her blindfold removed. She blinked at the sudden exposure to light; and she realized that she was in the library.

Eric was seated in a black leather armchair in front on her. On a small table to his right was a paddle and riding crop; along with a cane.

“Did she give you any trouble?” Eric asked.

“No sir, she was the very model of good behavior,” Yvonne answered.

Gail had feared the moment of her appearance before Eric. Yvonne could have lied and said that she had resisted her bondage; which would have made her situation worse.

“Unlock her right cuff so that she can undress,” Eric ordered, “but leave her gagged.”

“Yes, sir!” Yvonne answered, as she did as she was instructed.

“Strip,” Eric said to Gail.

Gail unzipped her skirt, glad that she had not worn jeans, and carefully folded the garment which Yvonne took from her. Next she unbuttoned her blouse, which she also folded and handed to Yvonne.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw that Yvonne placed them in a clothing bag marked “State Prison – Personal Property of Inmate.”

“Lock the cuff behind your back,” Eric instructed his naked captive, and Gail quickly complied. The only sounds in the library were the ratchets clicking shut as Gail closed the cuff around her wrist.

“I see that she isn’t wearing any underwear – was that your idea, Yvonne?” Eric asked.

“No, sir,” Yvonne replied, “that was the way she came.”

“Good. Do you know why Gail is here today?”

“No, sir.”

“She tested positive with the drug tester yesterday in the office – my very first test, of my very best employee! So she deserves to be punished, don’t you agree?”

“Whatever you say, sir,” Yvonne answered.

“Yvonne, I’ve read that drug users secrete their stashes in their bodily cavities when they visit their friends in prison. Since Gail here is going to be spending some time in my jail cell, I think that she should be examined to see if she is concealing anything.”

“A very good idea, sir.”

Eric placed a pair of rubber gloves on the desk, along with a small jar of lubricant. Yvonne walked over, and made a display of snapping the flesh colored gloves on her hands. She then open the jar, and scooping out a modest amount, spread the lubricant on her latex covered fingers.

“Bend over,” Yvonne ordered.

Doing as she was told, Gail bent over. She squirmed as one gloved hand was inserted into her pussy, cruelly examining her. Next her bottom was subjected to the same indignity as a finger went up her anus.

“She’s clean, sir. She isn’t hiding anything in her pussy or bottom.”

“Excellent, thank you, Yvonne,” said Eric.

“What do you want me to do next, sir?”

“Place her in the jail cell downstairs, with bracelets on her wrists and ankles, and a twelve inch ankle chain to restrict her movements. Only then can you remove her gag.”

“Yes, sir,” Yvonne replied.

Yvonne locked a leash onto Gail’s collar, and a gentle tug was needed to make her captive follow behind her. Naked and helpless, Gail walked with Yvonne to the elevator. They descended in silence, and soon emerged into what looked like a normal basement area for a person of Eric’s wealth – a pool table and entertainment center. However, Yvonne with Gail in tow walked over to a special panel, and Yvonne opened a hidden door, behind which was a keypad. She tapped in a code, and a door opened in the wooden paneling.

Tugging at Gail’s leash, they entered a bondage playroom. Gail’s eyes opened as she saw a metal cage; a pillory; a jail cell (that she was about to occupy); chains hanging from the walls and ceiling; and a wall full of what looked various instruments of torment.

“Isn’t it wonderful that Mr. Green is a man of means; who has the resources to properly fulfill his desires?” Yvonne asked of her gagged companion, who could not respond to her question.

“Over here,” directed Yvonne to her naked captive.

“Here” was a small table on which four black leather cuffs were arranged. Gail stood meekly as Yvonne directed her to place one foot at a time on stool; whereupon a cuff was locked around first one ankle; and then another. Then her handcuffs were unlocked; and her wrists were similarly confined. Lastly a gleaming stainless steel chain was locked to the D rings on the ankle cuffs.

Yvonne opened the jail cell door and pushed Gail inside, and the door clanged shut behind her.

“Back up,” Yvonne ordered, and Gail complied. She felt the gag straps loosen, and the rubber ball was removed from her mouth.

“Thank you,” Gail gasped as she could breath through her mouth once again.

“You’re welcome darling. Now you can soak up the atmosphere in the jail cell for a while until dinner; and after that, why then the real fun will begin!”

Yvonne walked out of the playroom leaving Gail utterly alone; and the secret door closed behind her. Gail rushed to the cell door and pulled at the cold steel, which remained firmly closed, no matter how hard she pulled.

Naked and chained, every step rustled the ankle chain, constantly reminding Gail of her predicament. Gail Bell, Computer Systems Engineer; with a MS in Computer Science was now a naked chained captive in a cell awaited torture!

Her eyes took in the contents of the nearby wall: Whips; Riding Crops; Floggers; and plenty of other nasty things, all no doubt to be used on her!

Grimly she turned to survey her jail cell, which would imprison her until dinner.

Her accommodations were sparse, but adequate. A small sink and toilet would take care of her bodily functions (a small metal cup was chained to the sink and took a few drinks of cold water); and she looked at her reflection in a mirror above the sink. Gail was now a naked captive! And a very good looking one at that!

Watching movies and television throughout her life, Gail had always wondered what it must be like to be confined behind bars. Once, she had rented an adult bondage video. It was about a woman who had gone undercover to break a sex slave ring; and she had been bound and whipped; and been chained and confined in a jail cell.

Gail had been both revolted and fascinated at the same time; and even worse she had been aroused by what she had seen.

So here she was, in real life, confined behind steel bars, naked and collared; facing punishment for something that she didn’t do!

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