Personal Calls with a twist ending

Hi All! I know it's been a while since I posted a story, but I have one now. This took me about 3 days to write up. I am still on a Kindle, but found an app that allows me to use my Bluetooth keyboard. And, sorry if this posts more than once
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Personal Calls
With a twist ending

I watch from my office, as you, once again, chatter
away on the phone. As if we aren't busy enough
already, here you are wasting company time chatting
with your friends.

I think you need to learn a lesson, but, I am no fool.
I know if I were to do anything to you at work,
you would run to HR with a complaint, and
possibly, get me fired.

No. I shall wait for the opportunity to teach you this
particular lesson.

I hired you to be my assistant about three months ago,
but, since then you have spent 75% of the day on your
phone.

I cut you some slack for the first couple weeks, but now
it's getting too much.

I decided to give my plan a little push in the right
direction. I turned to the phone, and dialed someone
who owed me a favor.

A few short hours later, there it was. The plain brown
box was sitting on my desk. The box didn't have any
markings that might give away it's contents. But,
knowingly, I smiled.

To add to my amusement, you had to sign for the
object that was to be step one in your downfall.

After work, I decided to invite you and a couple of
coworkers to a nearby bar under the guise of celebrating
closing a big deal for the company.

Everyone ordered their drinks, and we sat down.

After a couple of moments, our little group had
migrated to other parts of the bar. It was just you and
I in the booth.

You excused yourself, and headed for the restrooms.
I took this opportunity to slip the contents of that
package into your drink. You almost caught me, as you
returned to the table faster than I thought.

In just moments you are fast asleep. Acting as if you
just drank too much, I carry you to my car. On the way
to my house, I notice you mumbling in your sleep.

The car comes to a stop in front of my house. I get out
of the drivers seat, came round, and carried you through
the front door.



I begin making the preparations for what I have in
store for you.

After everything has been readied, I find myself
watching you sleep off the drug from your drink.
I watch as your breasts, now clad only in a bra, rise
and fall with each breath you take.

I have my back to you when I hear a slight moan
signaling that the drug is wearing off.

"Where am I? What's going on?" You ask, pulling at
your restraints . Your restraints should hold. I tied them
myself, and, not to brag, I was the top knot tier in my
boy scouts group.

I had taken the library of stripping you down to your
red lacey bra and matching thong. I then restrained you
to the bed in my guest bedroom.

"Well. Look who's finally up" I tease, a slight chuckle
in my voice. I walk over to you, and put a hand on your
ankle, just above the restraint. You try to pull your leg
away, but the restraint holds strong.

"You see, it seems, I'm going to have to teach you a
lesson about personal calls in the office" I say, slightly
Stroking your ankle.

"Why am I tied?" You ask, a strong bite in your tone.

"Well, let me ask you this. By any chance are you
ticklish? " I ask, but not really expecting an answer.

I notice you breath catch at the word "ticklish" . Your
face suddenly softens and you start to squirm, pulling
frantically at your restraints. "No. You can't. Please"
You beg.

" Oh. But, you need to be taught your lesson" I say,
a stern tone in my voice.

"I..I'll let you have sex with me. Just, please. No tickling"
You say, trying to bargain yourself out of what is to come.

I pause for a moment, as if to consider your deal.

"Well" you say after a moment. I hang my head, as if
to say that I am truly sorry. "Nope. No deal" I say
finally.

"Why not?" You ask in a whiny tone. "Am I not hot
enough for you? "

Now, there is no disputing that you are indeed hot, but
I do my best to remain cool.

"Because you may get pregnant, and we don't want
that. Now, do we"


I place a single finger on the base of your heel.

You let out a giggle of nervous energy in anticipation
of the tickling you now knew is coming.

I slowly start dragging my finger up towards the sole
of you foot.

You begin wiggling and pulling at the binds. You bite
your lower lip, in an effort not to laugh.

"Oh. Going to make me work for it huh" I tease. I add
a second finger, then a third, and finally all five fingers
of one hand are dancing on your ticklish foot.

The dam of laughter breaks, and you feel the room with
the beautiful sound of ticklish laughter.

I slip my fingers up to right under your toes. You instantly
lose it. "Nhohohoho. Plhehehese. Not the thohohoes"
You beg, tears of laughter running down you face.

After a few seconds of this, I decide to give you a break
to catch you breath.

Breathing heavy, you glare at me. "I hate you" you
say, but we both know it's a hollow gesture, but, I
decide to play along.

"Sounds like someone is wanting more tickling" I
say, a grin on my face. You shrink in surprise , as
I jump up on the bed, and attack you ribs and sides.

You are now howling in laughter. A light sweat breaks
out all over your body, acting as a lubricant for my
adventurous fingers. This causes you to laugh even more.

After about an hour, altogether, you are exhausted. I
Decide to let you rest. I go to the nightstand, and open
the drawer. Pulling out a box, opening it to reveal a ring.

"I am so glad I married this woman"

The end