The Loyal Assistant
By Mara (HC2B@aol.com)
 

 

In today's world of political correctness and women's liberation, I would
be considered a dinosaur. I'm known as an administrative assistant,
secretary to those old folks out there. I happen to like my job. I get paid
from 9 to 5 and what difference does it make what my boss asks me to do
during that time. If he wants coffee, I get him coffee. If he needs me to
run down to a shop for something, I go. No questions asked. I also feel
that I'm there to screen his calls, get rid of the fluff so he can do his
job without any distractions. That's my job.  When I sit in the cafeteria
and listen to the other A.A.'s talk about their bosses behind their back or
sit at their desks reading the latest fashion magazine or talking to their
friends and family (sounds like a commercial) on the phone all day, it
amazes me how some of them keep their jobs.  But this is my story, not
theirs.
 I have been working for my company for 3 years and have had the same boss
since I started. I happened to be one of the lucky ones who has a boss who
is not only conscientious, but kind, considerate and compassionate to his
employees. If I need day off from work to take care of something or need to
leave a little early, he is understanding enough to let me go. He gets me
flowers for Secretary's Day and takes me to lunch for my birthday. So, how
can I not help him when he needs it? How can I not go out of my way to
assist this man? I don't look a gift horse in the mouth. And I know he
appreciates everything I do for him.
        The company I work for sets up networks for some of the biggest
companies in the country. We get a proposal from a customer for a specific
type of network, find out what equipment he needs, design the network for
them and if they agree to our proposal, do all the installation and
maintaining of the network. My boss is what some would call a project
manager. It is his responsibility to make sure everything goes smoothly
after we have a signed contract. It is his responsibility to get all the
departments together to make sure they know what is required of them and
what time lines need to be followed to insure a quality installation and a
happy customer.
 He normally can handle 3 projects at once without much difficulty. One
reason he can do this is because of his boss. His boss lives by the same
rule my boss does: 'We work to live, not live to work!' His boss also is a
realist and a bottom line man. He'll tell is managers " Here's the bottom
line of the budget. I don't care how you get there, but don't cross that
line'. It gives the managers like my boss the freedom to do what needs to
be done to get the job completed. If it means borrowing from the equipment
budget to get software, he does it without repercussions. Not to brag, but
my boss always comes in under budget and ahead of schedule.
 But as we all know in the corporate world, when things go smoothly,
there's something wrong. So it was that our company announced that is was
going to reorganize, right size, reengineer what ever you want to call it.
The first thing that happens is that people get transferred. So, my boss's
boss gets transferred to the West Coast. Taking his place is someone I'll
call Joe Stuffshirt. Now Joe is the proverbial bean counter, pencil pusher.
Not only does he want the I's dotted and the T's crossed, he wants the dots
so high over the I and the cross a specific height on the T. You get the
drift of what he's like. And secondly, they give the good people more work
because they fired other people. So now my boss ends up with 8 projects to
manage. To say that our department was overwhelmed, is an understatement.
As we all tried to get comfortable with the new workload and dealing with
Joe Stuffshirt, we all realize that it's going to be harder than we
thought. After the first 2 weeks, Joe asked for a status of how all the
jobs were going. My boss and his peers attended the meeting with what they
thought were descent results. But Joe wouldn't here of it. He wanted more.
So Joe sets up a conference call for twice a week with statuses. When Joe
didn't here what he wanted to hear, he set up daily conference calls. Now,
it's bad enough trying to track these 8 jobs, but to status them everyday
is nearly impossible. After the first 3 calls, my boss asked me to take
notes of the call. He got so flustered because Joe would never ask for the
same thing twice, which meant hunting around for the information Joe
happened to what at that particular time. I started to takes notes of the
calls as my boss was shuffling through his papers and reports trying to get
what Joe wanted. This way my boss wouldn't miss anything important. After
the call, I would type up the notes in bullet form so my boss could look at
them and decided what needed to be followed up on. Well, after 2 weeks of
this you could tell that it was starting to wear on everyone, including my
cool, level headed boss.
When the calls were over and I had typed up the notes, my boss would close
the door to his office for a few minutes. Just to take a step back for a
minute. In the past, when my boss was starting to get a little overwhelmed
with a project or a call he took got under his skin, he would close his
door for say 30 minutes or so to regain his composure. So when he stared to
close his door again, it was no big deal. Well, after one especially
confrontational conference call in which Joe Stuffshirt blasted everyone on
the call, my boss, understandable, closed his door. After about 30 minutes,
the door was still close. I really didn't get too concerned. But after 45
minutes, an hour, an hour and fifteen minutes passed, I started wondering
if he had hurt himself or worse. As I got up to go and knock on his down,
my intercom rang. It was my boss. He sounded very flustered and out of
sorts. He said that he needed my help and that I was the only one he could
trust and not to jump to conclusions about things. I was getting real
worried now. He asked if I could use my key to his office to let myself in.
I could not even begin to think about what had happened to him.
As I let myself in, I saw my boss sitting on his couch. He looked like
hell. He shirt and pants were messy; his hair was all disarrayed. His face
was red as a beet. I sat on a chair and waited for him to ask me what he
wanted. He again said that I shouldn't take thing at face value and that
were reasons for certain things. I was at a total loss for what was going
on. He took a deep breath and started to get up from the couch. It is at
this time that I notice his hands were behind his back. He stood up and
turned around. There on his wrists were police handcuffs. He explained that
he had dropped the keys under the couch and couldn't get them by himself.
He needed my help to move the couch in order to get the keys. At first I
was in shock seeing my boss like this. I felt embarrassed for him. I moved
the couch for him, retrieved the keys and gave them to him. He uncuffed
himself and put the cuffs in his desk draw.
He then started to explain again to me that things aren't always as they
seem. He said that some people drink to relieve stress and tension. Others
smoke, and still others take some real heavy-duty stuff. He relieved his
tension by putting on handcuffs. He looked very sheepish now and I was
feeling bad for him. It took a lot of nerve to reveal something this
personal to anyone else, let alone an employee. I said that I understood
somewhat and that his secret was safe with me. He looked skeptical but
accepted my promise not to go blabbing about the office. As I sat at my
desk, I still wasn't over the shock of him being handcuffed. But then I
said to myself that he's been a good boss, has treated me well and that if
he has a quirk or 2 and not bothering anyone else, who was I to judge.
All the rest of that week, his door stayed open. About another week went by
and I could tell that the pressure was really getting to my boss. He face
was drawn and he had bags under his eyes. I wished I could help him. Then I
thought of a way. The next day after the conference call and I had
delivered his notes to him, I left his office and slowly closed the door
behind me. At first my boss looked shocked, but then I caught a glimpse of
a little smile as I fully closed the door. After about a half-hour my boss
came out, looked a little guilty and came over to my desk to thank me.
Well, closing his door became part of the routine from that day forward. I
would type up his notes, give them to him and close his door. This went on
for a few weeks.
        One day my boss asked me to come into his office early to get a
head start on getting the information together. As I sat at his desk, he
got up to close the door. He said he wanted to ask me something. After a
few minutes of silence, he said that he appreciated my not letting his
little quirk get in the way of doing business. I told him it was nothing
and that he shouldn't feel it necessary to keep apologizing. That's when he
said that putting the handcuffs on himself was okay, but it would feel
better if someone else put them on him. He looked at me like a little child
would look when they were asking for something that they knew was wrong to
ask for. I sat there for a few minutes without saying a word. I was set to
lash out at him. How could he be so insensitive to me that he would ask
something like this? But looking at him and seeing that he was coming to me
to help him, I kind of felt a little proud of myself that my boss would
trust my enough to display something that personal to me. After another
minute I said that I would help in anyway I could and if this is what he
wanted then how could I refuse him. He smiled and showed me how to work the
cuffs. So every day I would come into his office a few minutes early and
handcuff him in the position that he wanted. Sometimes it was behind his
back, other times in front, still others handcuffs to the desk or chair or
whatever. This went on for about 2 weeks.
The conference calls started getting worse as some of the project timelines
were falling behind. Joe Stuffshirt was becoming more ornery by the day.
And my boss was getting more caught up in it. As I came into his office one
day and had just closed his door, he opened his desk draw and took the
handcuffs out. As I sat down at his desk to begin to take notes, he placed
one handcuff on himself and proceeded to put the other handcuff on me. At
first I didn't noticed what he was doing, but as he was cuffing me, I
looked over at him with an annoyed look on my face. It's okay if he wants
steel around his wrist, but what right does he have to put them on me. I
was about to explode at him when I started to reason again he is a good
boss, he's help me in the past and if I could help him I would try. So, I
looked over at him, gave him a little leery expression and then smiled a
little and said okay. So, there we sat handcuffed together, going over the
info Joe Stuffshirt wanted.
        To cut to the chase a little, our handcuffing sessions went from
during the conference calls to once or twice a month after work at night.
He brought a second pair of handcuff and 2 pair of ankle cuffs in which we
would take turns handcuffing each other in various positions. Sometimes I
would handcuff him, he would handcuff me and we would be handcuffed
together. Who would have guessed that a few months ago I would be sitting
in my boss's office being handcuffed and handcuffing him? After a few
weeks, this become second nature to us, being handcuffed during the
conference call and taking few nights to play around.
        One day, my boss tore out of his office with a stack of reports in
his arm. I knew that HIS HIGHNESS must have called an impromptu meeting of
the entire project management team and they were scrambling to get to his
office. After about 10 minutes my phone rang. It was my boss asking me to
go into his office and print the report he had on his screen. When I got to
his computer, his screen saver was on. Being his assistant I naturally had
his password. But when I entered his password I got a shock. After the
screen saver had disappeared there was a picture of a woman in handcuffs on
his screen. At first this took me by surprise and I just stared at the
picture for about 30 seconds. But I said to myself if he likes handcuffs so
much I guess it would be natural to look at pictures of woman handcuffed. I
quickly looked through his other open windows, found the report he needed,
printed it and got the copies off the printer. I left this report on his
screen, so that when the screen saver came back on the report, not the
picture would come up. I also left the picture file open as not to arouse
his suspicion that I saw the picture. I brought the report to the BIG
CHEESE'S office and left. After the meeting, my boss thanked me for getting
the report to him and went into his office. About a minute later, he came
out and asked if I had any problems getting the report off his computer. I
said that I didn't. I told him his screensaver had come on and when I
entered his password the report came up. He looked a little suspicious that
I might have seen the picture, but after a minute he just went back into
his office without saying anything else.
As time went on, some of the projects were falling way behind in
commitments. Some vendors weren't delivering equipment on time. Some
customers would change their configurations, which required reengineering
their networks. Anything you could think of was going wrong. So, naturally,
everyone starts panicking, including Joe Stuffshirt, which in turn sends
everyone else running around like chickens without heads.
About a day or 2 after this happened, there was a change in my boss. He was
getting distracted from his work. He was going in 20 different directions
at once. I tried to help when I could, but circumstances were passing us
by. He started getting moody and was becoming angry at the drop of a hat.
He would of course apologies afterwards, but it was becoming unhealthy for
him. One day during the conference call, he got so upset, that he started
to rant on the phone, but because we were handcuffed together, he started
to get frustrated not being able to get up and walk around the office to
cool down. He took the handcuffs off, apologizes again for his temper and
left the office to calm down. Everyone in the office just hung their heads
and avoided him. The next day before the conference call, I went to get the
handcuffs out of the draw. He looked up at me and said "Not today. Maybe
tomorrow". Of course tomorrow came, and again no handcuffs. I was getting
really worried now. This was definitely not in character with my boss. Try
as I might I couldn't break him out of this mood. I thought that maybe at
our next night session he would relax a little. But when I brought up the
subject, he said that maybe we should hold back awhile until all the dust
settles and thing got back to normal.
Well, things got worse. After missing 2 other sessions, I was determined to
do something to get him out of this FUNK of his. And then it hit me. It was
just the beginning of an idea, but given some time, I could pull it off.
Our next session wasn't for 3 more days. I figured he was going to cancel
again, so this would be the perfect opportunity. I asked him if we were
STILL ON'. He said that he would be working late the rest of the week to
try to get things on track. He thanked me for being so understanding and
said maybe in a few weeks we might get together. He also apologized, again,
for getting me involved in his fetish and that maybe it was a good idea to
forget any other sessions in the future. I could tell that the guilt of
getting me involved must really be bothering him. I just said sure, some
other time maybe and left it at that. I was now more determined than ever
to get him over this.
Phase 1 was to get back into his PC. This was accomplished by my boss being
called into an all day meeting with Joe Stuffshirt. Since going into his
office was a daily routine of mine, no one even noticed when I went into
his office. I turned his computer on, searched for the file I was looking
for and started to jot down some notes.
Phase 2 was trying to find a store with the things I needed. I went to a
local lingerie shop and spoke to the sales clerk. I explained to her what I
was looking for. She said that she had just the thing. After she gave me my
first item, I asked her if she could tell me where I could find the other
things on my list. She looked the list over with a raised eyebrow, said
that whoever I was getting this for must be someone special, and made a
quick phone call. She then gave me the address of anther shop a few blocks
away and told me to speak to Merv when I get there. 10 minutes later, I was
at the shop and showed Merv my list. He didn't even bat an eye when he read
it. He said some of the things he didn't have and it would take him about a
week to get them. I told him that it was very important that I get
everything by tomorrow. He looked at me with a wicked smile on his face. He
said he would try and get back to my later in the day. He also said that he
hoped the person I was getting this for was worth the trouble. I said that
he definitely was worth the trouble.
 Merv was true to his word. He got everything I wanted and said that he
would stay open until I could get there and pick them up. After work, I
picked up everything from Merv. He showed me how to use everything and then
wished me luck. Afterwards, I went home. I unpacked everything and laid it
out on my bed. As I stood there looking at everything and thinking of what
I was about to do, I started to second guess myself. I started to talk
myself out of it. I kept coming up with reasons for not doing it. But I
just gritted my teeth together and said to myself that I was going to go
though with it. I started to try everything on to see if it all fit and how
I would wear them. I also needed to time how long it would take me to get
dressed. After trying everything on I started to wonder how everything
would work out afterward. But, first things first.
 Now that phase 1 and 2 were completed I started to work on phase 3. I
needed time after work to get into my boss's office with him not there, but
with him coming back. I went to a diner we had often gone to and spoke to a
waitress I had gotten friendly with. I told her that tomorrow night my boss
would be coming in for dinner.  I said that he had to be in there for at
least an hour. I said I didn't care how she did it, just as long as he
stayed for the full hour. She said that she would do her best. I slipped
her a $10 bill and told her to try hard. She guaranteed me that he would be
there for an hour. Now that that was done, I needed to get him there
without him getting suspicious.
The next day I went into work with all my accessories and started to plan
on how to get him to the diner. After lunch, I just happened to ask if we
were still on for tonight. He said again that he had too much work and told
me to go out and have fun with some friends tonight. I asked about what he
would do for dinner. He said that he would just order out and have it
delivered. I thought this would never do. I walked up to his desk and said
in as a strong voice that I could muster that he was working to hard and
needed to get away from the office for awhile. I told him to go somewhere
and relax and I just happened to suggest the diner we have eaten at. He
looked at me in amazement that I would be so forceful. He then laughed and
said that I was right and that he would take me up on my suggestion.
        At quitting time my boss closed his office door and told me not to
work to late and have fun tonight. I told him that I would have fun and
that should be leaving shortly. After waiting about 10 minutes to make sure
he didn't return for anything, I got my things and let myself into his
office. I had timed myself that I needed 30 minutes to change, which should
leave me plenty of time. I went to his computer and opened the file I
needed, then proceeded to get ready. I finished in about 20 minutes and if
the waitress was good to her word, then I had about 20 minutes to wait. As
I sat there thinking about what was about to happen, I started to have
second and third thoughts again. But I just took a deep breath and wished
for the best.
I noticed the lights in the outer offices went out, which meant everyone
else was gone for the day. A few minutes later the lights went back on. I
knew it was my boss returning from dinner. My heart started to beat a mile
a minute. My throat was dry, my palms sweaty. I said to myself  "Here goes
nothing!" My boss opened the door with his key and entered the room. He
didn't see me there at first because the lights were off. As he turned them
on and saw me sitting there, his jaw dropped to the floor. I saw a panic
expression in his eyes as he couldn't believe what he was looking at.
What he saw was me sitting in one of the office chairs wearing a red
leather corset with lots of straps to accentuate my figure. On my ankles I
was wearing what I found out were called Clejuso anklecuffs (Boy are they
expensive). On my wrists I had wide black leather wrist bands with silver
metal studs. My hands were cuffed with Clejuso handcuffs. Around my neck I
wore a studded leather collar that matched the wrist bands. On my head I
wore a leather head harness with a red ball gag attached that was in my
mouth. The harness had leather straps that matched the collar and wrist
bands.
As he looked at me, I raised my hands to him. I had note that I wanted him
to read. The note said
" I know this must come as a shock to you, but you were working too hard.
You needed some sought of distraction and I couldn't think of anything else
that might bring you out of it. I hope you don't mind and are not insulted
by my forwardness. I only want to help. I couldn't complete my outfit with
out your help. Please look at your computer screen to help complete  my
outfit."
He looked straight into my eyes. I thought he was going to leave or be mad.
He just had this most sincere look on him. He asked me if I was sure about
this. I shook my head yes. Okay, he said and went to the computer. On it
was the picture I had accidentally seen. I tried to dress up exactly like
the woman in the picture. But in order to complete the picture, my boss
needed to add a few things, which were on his desk. He placed a pair of
thumbcuffs around my big toes, thumbcuffs on my thumbs, and cuffs on my
elbow which locked each elbow onto the side of the chair it was on.  He
asked my again if I was sure I wanted to go through with this. I shook my
head yes again.
 Well, this session lasted about 4 hours. After awhile he unlocked me and
we spent the rest of the night cuffing each other into various positions
both alone and cuffed together. After awhile, he looked over to me and saw
that the evening events were catching up to me. So we put the things away.
He then gave me a hug to thank me for what I had done. He couldn't think of
anyone who would have gone through the trouble I did. He said that since he
was working so late lately that he was driving to work and asked if he
could take me home. I told him it would be too much trouble and declined.
He looked at me with a hurt expression on his face and said that if I could
put myself though this extreme, driving me home was no big deal.
        We drove to my home in silence for most of the trip. Both of us
were in our own little world absorbing what had happened tonight. He walked
me to my door gave me a kiss on my forehead. He thanked me again for
helping him get through his ordeals. I told him that was my job, to make
sure I did what was I could in order for him do his job. After he left, I
got changed into bed clothes and thought about what happened. A huge smile
came to my face, knowing that he would be all right now. I slept like a
baby that night.
The next morning, when I got to the office, I find a huge bouquet of
flowers on my desk. The card attached only said 'Thanks for a splendid
night" It was unsigned. I was the talk of the office that day, with
everyone trying to figure out who would send me such an arrangement of
flowers and what I had done to get them. But I knew and no one else would
ever know.
 When it came time for the conference call, I wasn't sure if the boss was
in a better frame of mind or not since I hadn't seen him yet. But as I walk
into his office for the call, he told me to close the door, had a big smile
on his face and out came the handcuffs. After that day, my boss seemed like
his old self again. Even though the jobs were still behind schedule, he
handled it better. No more jumping of the handle, no more running around
like a blind mouse. He was back in control and all I could do was feel good
about myself for helping him though such a terrible ordeal. Well,
eventually all the projects were completed. Joe Stuffshirt, because of the
good job all the project managers did, was promoted and transferred out of
state. Everyone was glad to get rid of him. Our new boss was our old boss,
and he stayed on the West Coast. Everything was back to normal, so we
thought.
Well, reorganization reared it's ugly head again, this time in our
department. The rumors were flying around, but no one knew the real scoop.
One day my boss and the other project managers were called into a closed
door meeting. The meeting lasted all day and everyone else was gone before
the meeting broke up. The next day my boss called all the people who
reported to him into his office. We all knew the shoe was about to drop.
There are eight of us that work for my boss in various ways. He sat us down
and started out by saying that there will be changes in our department. The
department as a whole was losing 30% of the work force. Some of the women
started to cry. The men had all stern faces on. My heart was in my mouth
not knowing what was going to happen next. But then he said that that was
the bad news. The good news is that even though his department would go
down in head count, no one in our department would lose their job. My boss
found places for everyone in the same area. So, even though we were to be
split up, we were all relieved that we still had our jobs.
After the meeting, as the men left, they shook my boss's hand and the women
gave him a hug. As everyone else was filing out, he asked me to stay for a
minute. I was curious as to why he still wanted to talk with me. As the
last person left, he closed the door and went to get the clejuso cuffs. He
put the handcuffs my wrists on and wrapped the chain of the ankle cuffs
around the chair and then ankle cuffed me. I thought this was little
strange this early, but after what he had just been though, I thought he
needed to relax a little.
He sat down behind his desk and looked at me with this really weird
expression. He then said that he was able to save everyone job but one. I
started to scream that it wasn't fair that they fire him after all the work
he had done for the company. He let me rant for just a minute and then said
it wasn't his job, but mine, that he couldn't save. My heart sank. I could
feel myself start to hyperventilate. I said to myself how could he do this
to me after everything I did for him. I felt abandoned and used. I My eyes
started to tear up, but I was determined not to give him the satisfaction.
I held my head high and waited for him to continue. He looked at me for a
bit more than opened up his desk draw, put something in his pocket, and
came around and knelt next to me. He said the reason he couldn't save my
job is because the company has a policy that married couples can't work
together. I was now real confused. I said to myself who the hell is married
and why do I have to lose my job because of it. It was then that he took
the box out of his pocket. Opened the box and inside was this gorgeous
diamond ring. He slipped the ring on my finger and said that he realized
that he loved me and that he couldn't image himself living the rest of his
life with anyone else. And then I heard him say "WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
 I was dumbfounded, shocked, relieved, anxious, any emotion you could think
of all in one shot. It was then that I was able to admit to myself that the
reason I did all those things for him was not because I wanted to be a good
assistant, but because I was in love with him. I started to cry
uncontrollably. My boss looked at me as if I was going to refuse him. But
these are tears of joy not sorrow.
 After I caught my breath I said  " YES, YES, YES, YES,  I WILL MARRY YOU".
I went to jump out of the chair and give him a great big hug. But I forgot
that I was chained to the chair wearing handcuffs. As I started to get up,
me feet tangled in the chain around the chair and I fell forward, leading
with the Clejuso cuffs. I came down hard on my fiance, ex-boss, soon to be
husband and whacked him right in the nose with the cuffs. As I lay on top
of him, I started to giggle at the position we were in. He looked stunned
by the blow to the nose for a second. Then he looked up at me and said that
being married to me was definitely going to be interesting. Then we kissed
deeply, long and hard. As I lay here in my lover's arms, I said to myself
that it does pay to a loyal assistant.
 
 

I hope you liked my story. Please send any comments to Mara (HC2B@aol.com)