RECEPT.TXT by Cindy V.  TV, Fem dom, humiliation

     When someone describes a girl as having a nice personality, that
usually means that she's not much to look at.  But our receptionist
Kathy is quite the exception.

     First of all, she truly does have a nice personality.  She always
has a smile and a cheery word for everyone, and it's sincere.  Guys
just seem to congregate around her desk in the receptionist area, partly
because she has such a sweet disposition.

     Well, maybe that's not the only reason they congregate there.  Kathy
is also one of the prettiest girls I know.  She is about 23, 5 foot 5, slim,
with shoulder length light brown hair.  She knows how to show herself off
in a way that is feminine without being obvious.  She wears colorful skirts
and dresses, stopping a few inches above the knee, displaying her lovely
legs while rarely wearing something as obvious as a miniskirt.  In the same
way, her makeup is feminine without being overdone.  Her cheeks just glow
when she smiles at you, without her blusher being obvious.  She has long
dark eyelashes but you aren't sure whether she wears masacara or not.  She
draws the thinnest, most perfect line on her upper eyelids in eyeliner.
And her lips are red in a soft way, not bold or glossy or loud.  You can
not help but look at this girl when she passes - she is just that pretty.

     Kathy seems too smart to be a receptionist, but she is attending
college at night and simply wants a job that pays the bills for now. And
being receptionist in this company is not always that busy a job, giving
her time to study during work hours.  You may find her with a book on
economics, or chemistry, or statistics - she is not taking easy courses.

     This is a small company - about 30 people - and Kathy will sometimes
do some typing for one of the secretaries.  And when Kathy is on lunch or
bathroom break, one of the secretaries sits behind her desk, since the
reception desk can not be unoccupied.  This sharing of job duties with the
secretaries is what got me in trouble with Kathy.

     Secretaries' Day is April 20.  A couple of us bosses will get together
and take our secretaries out for a nice lunch, as a group.  This works out
well, since the secretaries really don't want to talk to the bosses, and
vice versa.  As the other bosses and I were deciding where to go this year,
one of them asked, "What about Kathy - should we invite her too?"  No one
replied, so I spoke up with, "She's not a secretary.  We don't take everyone
out on Secretaries' Day, do we?  I don't think we should invite her."

    We all agreed, we had our lunch, and that was the end of it.  Or so I
thought.  Someone told me that word had gotten back to Kathy that I was
the one who decided not to invite her, and that she was not pleased.  I
asked one of the other bosses if he thought I should say something to her, 
but he thought that would make a bigger deal to this than it was worth.

     A few weeks later I was around the reception area at lunch time.  Now
I admire Kathy's sweet personality and her cute looks as much as anyone,
but as a boss I am on guard about doing or saying anything that might be
construed as sexual harassment, so I just try and give her a quick "Hi".
But this time she would have none of that.

     "Oh Ed," she said to me in a voice that no guy can resist.  "I seem
to be having problems turning my computer on.  I think the plug came loose.
Everyone else is at lunch, so there's no one else around right now.
Would you be a dear and crawl under my desk and put it in for me?  I'd do it
myself, but this skirt is a little too short for that kind of thing."

     Kathy gave me that smile that turns me to jello, and her comment about
her skirt seemed plausible.  So I agreed and crawled under her desk.  I
hadn't realized until now, but she must have the biggest desk in the company,
certainly bigger than mine, and probably bigger than the president.  I
guess the receptionist needs a big desk.  I had no problem fitting under it,
although it was dark under there and I couldn't find a computer wire.

     Meanwhile Kathy was pushing me with her high heel.  "I think it's in
that corner," she said, although her heel gently nudged my crotch.  She
couldn't see in the dark where her heel landed, right?  

     I was getting a little disoriented in the dark under her desk as I was
feeling for the computer wire.  "Say, Kathy," I said, searching for
something to say.  "I've been waiting for a fax from Chicago.  You haven't
seen it, have you?"  In addition to her receptionist duties, Kathy managed
the fax machine.

     Kathy has just the sweetest voice in the world, but this time I heard
the slightest hint of sarcasm in it when she replied, "Whatever do you mean,
Ed?"

    "Well, Kathy, I called them, and they claimed they sent it hours ago."

     Kathy then sneered at me, "I'm not your secretary, you know."

     The way she said that, it was obvious what she meant.  "Uh, does this
have anything to do with us not inviting you out on Secretaries' Day?"

     "Well, I had heard that that was your idea, Ed.  Only the official
secretaries get taken out, but I do a lot of secretarial duties you probab-
ly have no idea of," Kathy explained while I was still under the desk.
"So, yes, I am still pissed at you!"

     And with that, Kathy clicked a switch and her computer started to
boot up.  I could hear it hum.  "Hmm, I guess it wasn't unplugged after all,"
she said.

     I was quite startled by this turn of events.  Did she know her computer
hadn't been unplugged all along?  But before I had time to ponder this,
Kathy took advantage of my confusion crawling around under her desk in the
dark by tripping me with her foot.  Then as I lay on my stomach, she
quickly grabbed my arms, yanked them behind me, and somehow tied them
together.

     "Get up on your knees, you worm," Kathy sneered at me most uncharacter-
istically.  I managed to do that, still under her desk, in the dark.  Then
while I was still disoriented from all this, I felt her put something around
my neck.  Then I heard a click, a little clanging metal, and a second click.
I tried to crawl further under the desk, but I felt a yank around my neck.
Suddenly I understood.  She had collared me and attached the collar to a
short chain.  Probably the other end of the chain clipped on to the bottom
of her chair.  Meanwhile I was on my knees, hands cuffed behind me, in the
dark under her desk.  She had me trapped, but good.

     "Now, Kathy, you've had your little fun, let me go this instant,"
I demanded.

     Kathy gave me a little laugh.  "No Ed, I 've got you exactly where I
want you."  And with that she clicked on some sort of switch, and all of a
sudden there was light under her desk.  She was just full of surprises.

     There was not much to look at, the way I was confined.  I was kneeling
with my face at about her crotch, chained by the neck to her chair, as she 
was sitting in it.  I could see her lovely thighs come out of her skirt.
She had her legs crossed.  Then she casually put one of her high heeled
shoes into my crotch, and lazily moved it around, trying to tease me.

     "Cat got your tongue, Ed?" she asked me sweetly.

     It wasn't exactly a shoe.  It was more like a high heeled sandal.
And she wasn't wearing any stockings.  Her elegantly painted toes stuck
out from the sandal as she massaged my crotch.

     "Why don't we both get more comfortable, Ed?" she said.  She reached
out to unbuckle my belt, unzip my zipper, and she slid my pants and under-
pants down to my knees.  I was helpless to resist, and in fact the collar
and chain gave me very little room to maneuver at all.  Then she slipped
off her high heeled sandals.  With one tiny, soft foot she gently massaged
my penis.  The feeling was heavenly.  But then she brought the other foot
up to my face.  "Kiss it, then suck it," she commanded.

     I shook my head No.  This was going too far.  But she had all the
bargaining chips and I had none.  "What was that about a fax, Ed?  Maybe
I did see it - I just can't remember."  Damn.  I had no idea of the power
of the person who controls the fax machine.  Even if I weren't tied and
collared, I had to get my faxes.

     Very reluctantly and very red-facedly, I kissed her big toe.  I felt
so stupid.  And of course her foot smelled like feet smell, although the
smell was not overpowering.  At any rate, I didn't put very much into the 
kiss, and Kathy was not happy with my lack of effort.

     "No, no, no Ed.  I want a lot of kisses.  Passionate ones.  And
all over my foot.  In fact, cover my foot with little kisses."  With such
specific instruction, how could I refuse?  I kissed her toes.  I kissed her
instep.  I kissed her heel, I kissed the bottom of her foot.  I kissed her
again and again.  Because Kathy is beautiful, and what else could someone
like me do to her but worship her?  I admit - I enjoyed it.

     "Ummm, very nice, Ed," my goddess replied.  Now suck those toes like
you mean it too!"

     I had never sucked a woman's toes.  Kathy's were tiny and were neatly
polished - what else would you expect?  I reached out my tongue at her big
toe and gave a quick lick.  A slightly unpleasant taste, but not horrible.
Another lick.  Maybe this wasn't so bad.  I took more of her toe in my
mouth and closed my lips around it.  Then I started swirling my tongue around
and sucking it in and out.  I was obviously getting into this.  Her other
foot on my crotch didn't hurt either.  Maybe it was the humiliation of it
all, maybe it was the wonderful feeling of her foot on my crotch, or maybe
it is just erotic to suck toes.  But I was licking and sucking her toes
faster and faster, alternating toes, doing a couple of smaller ones at
once, and it was fun,

     I took a moment to catch my breath and I looked up.  My face was still
at her crotch level, and there was her crotch to see.  But Kathy had a
couple of fingers in her own panties, and they were wiggling as fast as
she could.  She was masturbating!  I couldn't believe it!  This whole
scene - was it the idea of having a guy helpless under his desk, or was it
having her toes sucked? - was turning her on.  Her fingers were moving
furiously in her panties.  I decided I might as well do my part.  I went
back to my sucking of her toes.  I licked and sucked for all I was worth.

     Finally Kathy's body shuddered.  I kept on sucking until her body
stopped shaking and I knew she had had her orgasm.  Then she told me I
could stop.

     "Ummmm, Ed, that was nice," she said to me in a dreamy way.  In a way
I was pleased.  This girl is so beautiful, just for the privilege of looking
at her I feel like I owe her something.  Plus, I was hoping we were even
now for my not inviting her to the Secretary Day lunch, and I could get my
faxes and be back to work.

     "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it Kathy," I replied.  "Now would you
release me and let me go?"

     Kathy took her foot off my penis, which was now throbbing from all
her attention.  She reached down to put both her high heeled sandals back
on her cute little feet.  And then she reached into her purse, and pulled
out her compact and lipstick.  Taking her time checking her appearance
without replying to me, she slowly put some lipstick on those lovely lips
of hers.  Then she looked down at me.

     "Oh no, I'm not ready to let you go yet.  In fact, it's my lunch break
now.  Someone else is coming here to the receptionist's desk in a minute
to relieve me.  In fact, maybe we'd better make you a little more presentable.

     I assumed what that meant was that she would put my underpants and pants
back on me.  Wrong.  She raised my chin in her hand, stretching the length
of chain around the collar to its limit.  And then she took her lipstick and
boldly painted my lips with it!  I was awestruck.  How could she do this to 
me?

     But she was not done.  She unbuttoned my shirt, and then slowly painted 
my nipples bright red too!  And finally for good measure she gently grabbed
my erect penis and painted its head in lipstick too.  Before I could even
say anything, she dialed a number on the phone.

     "Hi, Nancy.  I'm ready to go to lunch now.  Are you ready to relieve me
behind the reception desk?"  She smiled down at me as she said this.  She
obviously was going to share me and my humiliation with someone else.

     "Yes, I know it can be boring behind the desk, but I think the next
hour might not be so bad for you," Kathy said into the phone, smiling
sweetly at me.  I wondered - did Nancy already know about this, or was
Kathy going to surprise her with me?

     I heard another set of high heels clicking over to the desk.  Kathy
switched off the little light under her desk.  "Good bye Sweetie," she
whispered to me.  "See you after lunch."  And then to Nancy she said,
"Have a nice time ... "