Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I woke on Saturday morning and hoped the previous had all been an arousing nightmare. It hadn't of course, and the realization I'd been set up by Mistress Emma to be dominated in reality by Steve made me extremely anxious and apprehensive throughout the morning right up until I parked my car. Then the dread really set in. The location for this bizarre rendezvous wasn't anywhere that was safe and private. I had instructions from Mistress Emma that I was to meet Steve in the storage shed behind his office at the Eastlake Golf and Country Club where we both worked. As it was Saturday the club was busy with members and visitors; not to mention others in Steve's maintenance crew although thankfully, none of these men saw me arrive. Even though Mistress Emma promised me that only Steve would dominate me, I had a foreboding feeling that the risk of being caught was very high. My costume, as Mistress Emma called it, for the occasion was a short skirted white cotton tennis dress and a pair of white tennis shoes. Aside from a bright colored sun visor, that was all I was allowed to wear to meet Steve. The shortness of the skirt bothered me intensely as it barely covered my bare butt when I walked and revealed everything if I bent over or lifted my hands above my head. I navigated my way along the quietest paths to the storage shed behind the maintenance office building and garages. The door appeared to be locked but on closer inspection I could see the padlock only appeared to be secured. I took a very deep breath and pushed open the door. My pulse raced so quickly I felt light-headed. Beyond the long corridor between shelves of what appeared to be junk I saw the soft yellow glow of a sliver of light radiating from a partly open door of the room where I was to meet Steve. I walked slowly toward it; each step less sure and confident than the one before it. A noise behind startled me and I clutched my chest in fright when I looked around. I was only slightly relieved to see Steve walk into the shed. He paused in the doorway, flicked a switch that made a loud clunking sound when it brightly illuminated the inside of the shed and then looked at me; a broad grin on his face. "So, you're here!" he said; a degree of surprise in the tone of his voice. "Yes," I mumbled sheepishly. I felt so awkward I placed my hands behind my back and clasped my hands tightly together. Steve gently pushed the shed door closed and slowly approached me. When he got to a distance of several feet away he stopped and folded his arms across his chest. "You put on a great show last night," grinned broadly and took another step closer to me. I remained tensely still despite all instincts to back away. His statement rang in my ears but I said nothing and avoided his penetrating gaze. "The photos are really hot also," he said. "I've pinned them to the notice board in the lunchroom." My heart jumped to my mouth. "You didn't?" Steve's overweight stomach jiggled as he laughed. "Maybe I did; maybe I didn't. I'm not going to say for now. All I will say is we have just over an hour before the crew will come in for lunch. So, you'd better do everything I say without question or else I won't be finished in time to remove them. Do you agree?" "Yes," I nodded as if to not just agree but to signal my complete surrender. Steve took another step forward to stand toe to toe with me. "Good," he smiled down at me. I kept my eyes averted when he slowly removed my sun visor and placed in on the shelf beside me. He then bent down slightly and clasped my butt cheeks with his large, strong hands. "You have a beautiful ass," Steve said. He squeezed it several times through the fabric of my dress. "I've always thought that about you; great ass! All the guys think so too..." I shivered and turned my head to the side when sensed that Steve was about to kiss me when he bent down further. Instead he pressed his face close to mine and slipped his hands up under the short hem of my dress. His breath was hot and smelled of cigarettes and beer; his hands groped my bare butt. "No underwear," Steve whispered hotly in my ear. "We should play strip-poker some time. Would you like to do that?" I nodded in a non-committal manner. "One hat; one dress; and one pair of shoes. It wouldn't take much to see you stripped, would it?" "No," I whispered back. Steve's hands slowly inched up to my hips; the hem of my dress rose with them. He pulled my hips forward until I could feel the bulge of his erection pressed through the fabric of his shorts and against the soft bare skin of stomach. His hands then inched higher and lifted the dress to my bare breasts and then up to my armpits. "Arms up," Steve said softly. I glanced briefly into his eyes and then raised my arms straight above my head. Steve teased the dress until it was inside-out over my head and then finally all the way up and off my arms. He then gently tossed it to be a small crumpled heap on my sun visor. "Put your arms around my neck," Steve said; his hands gripped my wrists and led them to the position he wanted. I reluctantly clasped my hands together behind his neck; his bearded face now only inches from mine. Steve embraced me tightly around my waist and hugged me so my nude body was completely pressed against his fully clothed one. "Kiss me," Steve whispered affectionately. My hands slipped from his neck and I gently tried to get them to his chest to put some distance between us. "Ingrid, have you forgotten what I said? We don't have long so; do as I say or there will be consequences," Steve whispered seriously and without the hint of affection in his voice. My hands reached up and came together behind Steve's neck. He stood impassively straight and still and forced me to stand on tip-toe to get my mouth close to his. I closed my eyes and craned my neck so my lips could meet Steve's. His mouth was already open and his tongue immediately darted into my mouth. He jabbed it in search of my tongue which I tentatively flicked to meet his. Steve was passionate in his kissing of me; I felt slightly guilty that I didn't want this kind of romantic intimacy with him but I pretended I did. I could now also feel the hardness of his erect cock pressed close to my pussy and I began to brazenly rub myself against it. It was an act I hoped would encourage him to end the kiss and move on. After a minute or so of this as well as fevered moans accompanied by my tongue enthusiastically lashing back at his, Steve pulled back. "Wow!" he said. "You really are hot for cock!" I blushed and gave Steve a look to suggest I really was still the same timidly reserved woman he saw every day at work. Steve released his arms from around my waist and suddenly bent down. "What are you doing, Steve!" I almost shrieked out loud when he grabbed me around my thighs, lifted me, and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It was so primal I felt a rush of exhilaration. He then carried me like I weighed nothing all the way to the room at the end of the corridor. Once inside he carried me to the bed and dropped me roughly onto my back on it. The whole room smelled dusty; the bed's horsehair mattress felt scratchy and gritty from the dirtiness of it. Steve's fell on top of me; the weight of his overweight body held me pinned down on my back. He smiled but there was still an expression of eager determination on his face. He was able to hold my wrists together with one hand and he wrestled my arms above my head. There was a rope ready to bind my wrists to the rusty metal bed-head. It wasn't a silky soft rope like I was used to for bondage; it was one of thick, coarse fibers that began to itch the minute he had me bound. Once Steve climbed off me I glanced to the side and saw a video camera on a tripod. The lens of the camera was aimed directly at me; the small glow of a red LED light indicated it was already recording everything. -=0= (C)2000 - 2011 bonkgirl (All Rights Reserved)