A Dish Best Served Cold
by
Phil
Ellen was a colleague of mine at a large advertising agency. She and I were competing for the same promotion. The bosses at the agency had made it clear that the winner would get the job, and the loser had to leave.
Ellen was a bright and attractive woman in her late thirties who was completely driven by work and success. So far as anyone knew, she had no private life. Her dress was stylish, but her in-office demeanor, very prim. Ellen also never admitted mistakes, nor showed any remorse. Her goal was to succeed by any means necessary.
We did not work together, and our relationship was limited to saying hello to one another in the hallways.
For six solid months Ellen and I competed for the coveted vice-president position. The measure of success was the billings generated by each one of us for the six-month period. I kept copious records of both our billings. I wanted to win, plain and simple. So did Ellen. What I didn't know was that she was altering the billing records to lower my totals and increase hers...
The announcement was to be made in the firm's boardroom. Ellen and I, our staffs, and the firm president were present. From the billing records, I thought I had won -- not by much, but I won. Much to my astonishment, the firm's president announced that Ellen was the winner, and that my employment was terminated. I was stunned.
My staff and I returned to our offices in a daze. I didn't know what to do, or what to make of the results. A knock on my door finally got my attention. It was Jeanine from Ellen's team. She told me that she could not stand it any longer, that Ellen had gotten the accounting department to manipulate the billing records to reflect a much greater amount of billing than was actually true. My stunned mind-set turned to rage.
I immediately went to see the firm's president and related what Jeanine had just told me. My accusations were viewed with skepticism, and I was told to leave.
The following day was Friday, and I went back to the office to clean out my desk. Ellen was already set up in her new office. I knew I had been screwed by Ellen, and had spent the night designing a plan to exact some revenge. That bitch was going to get a lesson.
After the building emptied at 5:00 pm, I went to visit Ellen's new office, where she was still busy working. I knocked, and told her that I just wanted to wish her well. Ellen got up from her desk and we gave each other the "friend" hug. I was ready for her. I had a cloth soaked with chloroform, and quickly put it over her mouth and nose. She never knew what hit her.
As soon as she passed out, I made sure that her office door was closed and locked, and the window blinds closed. Now I went to work. I laid Ellen on the sofa. I opened my briefcase, where I had all the "tools" necessary to effect my plan. I took a pair of scissors and cut off Ellen's blouse and skirt. What remained on her was her black control-top pantyhose, her long-line bra, and her heels. I rolled her over and bound her hands behind her back, first with a pair of handcuffs, then wrapped duct tape over the cuffs. I extended the duct tape over her fingers so she would be unable to use them, then I took her elbows and tied them together tightly with rope.
I put Ellen on her back, crossed her legs at her ankles, and applied duct tape to her ankles, positioning her feet so that they were crossed. Rather than tying her thighs together, I produced a short steel bar with semicircular ends, and placed one curve against the inside middle of each thigh. Wide leather belts, intersecting each end of the bar just before the curve, encircled each leg as I buckled them tight. No way was she going to be able to cross her legs.
Once she was secure, it was time to wake her up. I broke an ammonia ampule under her nose, and she regained consciousness immediately. It took her a moment to grasp where she was, but she soon realized that she was tightly and securely bound.
"What are you doing to me?" she screamed. "Let me loose this instant!"
"Sorry, not a chance," I replied.
"I'll scream."
"Go ahead. There's nobody here to hear it."
"What do you want?"
"Simple. I know you fucked me by using the accounting department to falsify the billing records. I've lost my job because of you. I want to get even."
"Untie me. Get this stupid thing off my thighs. I'll make it up to you. You have no idea how long it's been since I've had sex. I'll show you how sexy I think you are."
"Sorry, not a chance."
"You fuck!" she shouted, her eyes blazing with rage.
"Ellen," I said calmly, "I think you are thirsty and need some water."
I had brought eight large bottles of water, and taking the first from my briefcase, I unscrewed the top and began to feed it to her. After a gulp or two, she pushed the bottle away. "You don't get it." I said, you're going to drink all of the water until I think you've had enough. If you cooperate with me, I'll release you."
I had the feeling that Ellen would do just about anything to get out of her restraints. I was right. I fed her two full bottles and part of a third. I thought I noticed her pulling against the restraints, testing the limits of her motion. "Please untie my arms," she asked softly.
"Have some more water first," I insisted.
Ellen sighed, and then promptly consumed another bottle and a half of water. It didn't take long for her to begin to squirm.
"Something the matter?" I asked.
"My pantyhose and bra are getting really tight. I've had them on all day, and I need to get out of them."
"Pity," I replied. I had an idea that the tight pantyhose were beginning to press on her bladder, and that her bra long-line was just plain uncomfortable. "Hey, listen," she said, "I've cooperated with you by drinking all this water. You promised to untie me. Please do it now."
"One more bottle. Drink it down."
She wanted to object, but then seemed to decide she was in no position to refuse. She drank down yet another bottle, thinking if she cooperated with me I'd be happy.
Little did she know.
"God damn it! Untie me right now!" she screamed at last when I showed no signs of releasing her.
I went into my briefcase and got a soft piece of towel. I grabbed her jaw and forced it open, then stuffed the towel into her mouth, covering it with duct tape.
She kept screaming into the gag. Poor baby.
"Okay, you can stop screaming now. It's not worth the effort for you."
Ignoring me, she continued to scream into the gag, thrashing around against the restraints. I sat and watched without comment. Finally, she tired herself out and stopped moving.
Another hour passed, and she was "mrrrphing" through her gag to get my attention.
"What? You want me to take the gag out?" She nodded. "You going to be a good girl, and not scream?" She nodded again, so I removed the tape and pulled the towel from her mouth.
"I'm thirsty from the towel. Give me some more water."
I was only too pleased to oblige: she downed another bottle greedily.
Ellen finally realized she'd have to try another tactic. "After all that water, I really have to pee. Please untie me and let me pee"
I noticed that there was a private bathroom in her office, and nodded for her to proceed.
"Hey," she said, "I need help... untie me, at least get this bar from between my thighs. I'll even let you pull down my pantyhose."
"You're a big girl, go by yourself."
Ellen began to pull and writhe against her restraints, thinking she could get out, but all her struggles were to no avail.
"Please, I have to pee so badly," she whimpered. "When I have to pee this badly, I get really horny. Please, please help me."
"Just cross your legs," I smiled.
"You're going to make me pee my pants, aren't you?"
"Gee, you finally figured that out."
"Please, I'll do anything you want. Let me get to the bathroom, or at least let me cross my legs or grab my crotch... something so I can hold it. Pull down my pantyhose, so the pressure on my bladder isn't so great."
I pressed her bladder gently through her very tight pantyhose. She winced.
"I'm so sorry I cheated you out of the job. Let me make it up to you. I'll quit and give you the job. I'll go to the boss, just let me get to the bathroom. Please!"
But I just sat and watched her. Ellen squirmed as best she could. "Please don't make me pee my pants," she begged again. "You can't just watch me pee my pants."
"You know, Ellen, I have to pee also." I walked into her private bathroom, keeping the door open so she could hear, and relieved myself. "Gee, that felt so good. What a relief."
Ellen began to curse at me. That would never do. When I returned, I reinserted the towel in her mouth and wrapped the gag in duct tape. I could tell she didn't want to see me watching her as she lost control, so I thoughtfully placed patches over her eyes, and then taped them shut.
She writhed and moaned as I rubbed my hand over the abdomen of her tight pantyhose. I noticed that the crotch of her pantyhose was slick with her own arousal. I sat and watched as she pulled and twisted against her bonds and tried to yell through her gag. She bounced up and down on the sofa.
Then, with a soft whimper, she let go a spurt of pee that burst through her pantyhose. I knew it wouldn't be long now. Ellen moaned through her gag again. I couldn't tell if the moan was one of frustration, pain, or excitement. She arched her back, and at that very moment, her pee exploded from her, soaking her pantyhose.
I knew she'd so much water that she would have to pee again very soon, and with that comforting thought running around inside my head, I turned out the light in her office and left.
I've often heard it said that revenge is a dish best served cold, and it's true.
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