f-solo mild bond series Melanie was tired, very tired. After three hours of negociations the Intercomp deal had collapsed. Weeks of work had been lost and any hope of a pay rise or promotion had gone out of the window. She greeted the doorman as she entered the lobby, rushing for the lift. Minutes later she was speeding upwards in the lift to her penthouse suite.Fumbling with the keys she noticed a piece of paper shoved under her door. In one fell swoop she picked up the note and opened the door. Slamming it behind her she tossed her handbag onto the sofa and studied the neatly written message: "BE WAITING OUTSIDE THE ENTRANCE AT 7.30 TONIGHT. A COURIER WILL BE DELIVERING A PACKAGE TO YOU SHORLTY. FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS WILL FOLLOW. " Thoughts raced around in Melanie's head... 'Who wrote the note?','what do they want?'...'what is in the package?'...feeling both nervous and excited at the same time, Melanie decided she needed a drink. The glass of wine did nothing to calm her nerves. She toyed with the answering machine - nothing on there...'what the hell is going on' she shouted, aiming the outburst at a faded picture of her mother...then the Intercom rang. She rushed across the room , jumping over the sofa as if she was some Olympic athlete, and grabbed hold of the handset. "Miss Milton?, there's a delivery boy in the lobby...says he's got a parcel for you, shall I send him up?" said Gerald, the old boring guy at the front desk. "Ermmm...yes Gerald send him up. I'm expecting something" said Melanie half wishing she'd told him to send the boy away. She heard the lift start its ascent and she move towards the door ready to meet the delivery boy. The lift ground to a halt and moments later the doorbell rang. The delivery boy was young, cutish and Melanie wondered if he'd ever had a fuck. "Miss Melanie Milton?" said the boy, trying not to look at Melanie's cleavage. "Yes, thats me, I believe you have a package for me. Do you know who its from?" she replied, folding her arms. "Er, sorry Madam, its a local delivery...someone must have dropped it off at the office this morning. No sender address I'm afraid. Sign here please". Melanie signed the docket and the boy passed her the package with a quick "Thank you Madam, goodbye Madam". She closed the door. The package was little more than a large jiffy bag . She tore it open. Inside she found a sealed manila envelope and a bundle of silky clothing..."What the fuck is this?" she said, again looking towards her mother's picture. She unfolded the clothing. It was a black French maids outfit, along with a black suspender belt , a white frilly apron, and a pair of black seamed stockings, still in their cellophane wrapper. She heard a soft clink of steel and slipped inside the outfit was a thin studded leather collar with a large steel ring attached at one side. She opened the envelope: "YOU ARE TO PUT THESE CLOTHES ON. YOU MUST WEAR THE COLLAR. I SUGGEST A PAIR OF HIGH HEELED SHOES ARE IN ORDER. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO WEAR PANTIES. BE OUTSIDE THE LOBBY FOR 7.30 TONIGHT. A LIMO WILL PICK YOU UP. FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS WILL FOLLOW. " Melanie was angry. Nobody told her what to do and she wasn't going to dress up as some French tart for anyone, who the hell was trying this on?. Melanie thought about the days events, perhaps it was that bastard Santiago from InterComp. Perhaps the deal collapse had been planned and he wanted a little personal persuasion before signing the contract?. This seemed like a logical explanation to an impossible situation. It didn't matter how the deal was reached as long as InterComp signed on the dotted line. "Oh well, shit happens", sighed Melanie, heading towards the bathroom. She had decided to follow the instructions and play along with the game. She could win and if she did, Melanie Milton would be big...not just in her bra size... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The shower ran hot. Melanie tried not to think about the game she was about to play, but it was not to be. Thoughts of hot , steamy sex with the arrogant Santiago filled her mind. Her fingers moved softly towards her sex. Soon Melanies juices were flowing along with the soap suds and water. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ She dried herself quickly. She didn't have much time. She picked up the bundle of clothes off the floor and went into the bedroom. She paused briefly as if having second thoughts and then wrapped the suspender belt around her hips. She gathered up the first seamed stocking and, resting her foot on the bed, she slipped the stocking on her foot and pulled it up, smoothing out the wrinkles as she went. She fastened the laced top to the dangling suspender and then pulled up the second stocking, fastening that two. She then slipped into the Maids outfit and laced it up at the front. Her breasts protested , almost popping out of the skimpy outfit. Her nipples were already hard as she wrapped the apron around her waist, tying it at the back. Then the collar, she placed it round her neck and fastened the buckle. She then turned the collar round so that the buckle was at the back and the studs , and the ring, were facing towards the front. The high heels were last. Her favourite black ones, with a silver buckle fast ening. She turned towards the full length mirror. "My God" she said, "I'm a tart". It was 7:15 already. Melanie sprayed on some expensive perfume (guaranteed to get you laid (it didn't say that on the label) and took a deep breath before leaving the apartment. "Here goes you stupid bitch", she said as she pressed the call button for the lift. In the lobby Gerald's eyes popped out and his normally flacid penis sprang to life as Melanie walked quickly out of the lift towards the lobby entrance. "I'm going to a fancy dress" she shouted, hoping that Gerald didn't think she did this ALL the time!. The doorman greeted her politely and just managed to restrain himself from spanking Melanie's half visible behind as she brushed past him through the door. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was quite cold outside. The light was already beginning to fade. Passers by couldn't believe their luck as sudden gusts of wind lifted up Melanies skirt to reveal her bear behind and uncovered pussy to the world. All attempts at keeping herself covered up were failing. A cab driver pulled up and offered her a free ride if she would offer him the same...... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 7:30 and a sleek black limo pulled up alongside her. A blonde female chauffer got out the drivers door and opened the nearside passenger door. "Please get in Miss Milton", said the woman in a tone of voice that hinted that Melanie didn't have much choice in the matter. Melanie got into the limo, giving the limo driver a glimpse of her stocking tops and ass as she went. The driver shut the passenger door and got into the limo through the drivers door. "Please don't ask any quesions Miss", she said, "There are instructions for you to read and a small package on the seat next to you". Even as the driver finished her sentence, she was pressing a button that raised a tinted privacy screen. Melanie was alone in the back of the limo. Again there was a manila envelope and a package, this time wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Melanie ripped open the letter: "MISS MILTON, AS YOU HAVE COME THIS FAR, I MUST STRESS HOW IMPORTANT IT IS THAT YOU FOLLOW ALL MY INSTRUCTIONS TO THE LETTER. YOU ARE NOW MY SLAVE. YOU WILL MEET YOUR NEW MASTER IN TIME BUT FIRST YOU WILL BE PREPARED IN THE WAYS OF OBEDIENCE AND SERVITUDE. YOUR REWARD AT THE END OF YOUR TRAINING WILL BE GREAT - IF YOU PASS THE TEST. FOR THE TIME BEING, YOU WILL FIND THREE ITEMS IN THE PACKAGE BESIDE YOU: A SILK BLINDFOLD, A LEATHER GAG, AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS. YOU ARE TO LIFT UP YOUR SKIRT ABOVE YOUR WAIST SO THAT YOUR THIGHS AND SEX ARE VISIBLE. YOU WILL PUT ON THE BLINDFOLD AND THE GAG, AND YOU WILL WEAR THE HANDCUFFS. FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS WILL FOLLOW." "You pervy bastard Santiago!" thought Melanie, "this fucking InterComp deal better be worth it". She opened the package and sure enough, she found a blindfold, a leather gag, and a pair of steel handcuffs inside. First the gag, it was fitted with some sort of plastic ball that filled her mouth, she struggle to fasten it the back of her neck. Then she placed the handcuffs around one of her wrists. She almost forgot to lift up her skirt but did so before putting on the blindfold. The silk felt warm against her face. Then the final act of submission - she placed her free wrist into the handcuff and closed it . She was now cuffed and gagged, blindfolded, with her cunt exposed. She sat back on the heavily cushioned seat and waited... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The car came to a halt. Melanie woke up from her dream of exquisite torture to hear the passenger door opening and someone getting in. The door slammed shut and the car started off again...then it hit her...FEAR!, who had got in the car?...she knew whoever it was had a clear view of her most cherished asset... "Hello Miss Milton, I'm your keeper for the duration of your training. You can call me Mistress....unless you like getting your arse whipped."...the cold voice of an older woman shattered the silence....Melanie gulped and realised that this wasn't a game she wanted to play...her adventure was only just beginning...