Her Licence to Bondage

By Dan Bruce

She was searching for 'Bond' the new '007' but found 'BONDAGE' instead on her boss's laptop. It is the start of an adventure for Debbie McFarlane that will take her to extreme highs and lows and give the reader more thrills than any spy novel. The boss wants Debbie for a slave but will put her through a series of trials before he decides if Debbie deserves - Her Licence to Bondage!
Warning: This book contains explicit content and is suitable for readers 18 and above.

Please note: this ebook is a modified version of Jack Brighton’s ‘007 - A Licence to Bondage’ – with the author’s kind permission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Dec 28, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458097538

Dan Bruce

Dan Bruce is a British author who specialises in M/F BDSM erotica

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Her Licence to Bondage

(Dark BDSM Erotica)

By Dan Bruce

Copyright Dan Bruce, 2010

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This ebook is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store the material where it cannot be accessed by minors.

All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Please also note: this ebook is a modified version of Jack Brighton’s ‘007 – A licence to Bondage’ – with the author’s kind permission.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

The Dan Bruce Collection

Tales from The Dark Side Extract – Welcome to The Dark Side

Her Nemesis Series Extract – Her Nemesis Master

Abuse of Power Series Extract –Taken by the Karinovs

Other Books Extract –Enslaving Kyla

About the Author

Chapter 1 - Wishful Thinking

I’ll be going straight home after the meeting, announced Simon Mathews as he passed by his assistant’s desk.

Debbie McFarlane looked up to the face that she had come to adore over the past three months. It was a face that Debbie considered to be nothing short of masculine perfection if such a thing was possible: a face with perfectly and almost beautifully crafted features which would put Michelangelo’s best efforts to shame. High cheek bones with sensuous full lips that curved into a smile that could be mocking as well as humours; a strong jaw line, stubborn was the word most people gave it, but for Debbie it was the very essence of manliness; green eyes flecked with grey that could fix you with their gaze and make your heart melt; and chestnut wavy hair that crowned all this handsomeness, a little wild and uncontrollable, just like the man himself.

Is there anything in particular you need me to do whilst you’re out? enquired Debbie. There was no adoration in her voice, only a Highland brogue which three months in London had failed to disguise. The adoration she felt for her boss was a secret she would keep to herself – she valued her job far too much – professional respect was all she dare show.

No, I don’t think so, Simon replied. Just make sure the Rothschild’s presentation is ready for me to approve on Monday morning. There’s nothing critical other than that. You can leave early if you wish.

Thank you, but I’m in no rush to get away. It was Debbie’s standard answer; she would never dream of leaving early just in case Simon might unexpectedly need something of her.

It’s Friday, Debbie – the start of the weekend. Don’t work too late for heaven’s sake.

I don’t mind working late if there’s work to be done. I enjoy it. Are you sure there’s nothing else you need me to do before I leave?

Simon looked her in the eye for the briefest moment, and in that look an animal was revealed – a hungry beast that immobilised its prey – then he nonchalantly looked away.

Well, if you have some time to spare, Simon casually replied, there’s something on my laptop you could take a look at: rough notes on a new film that we’re going to do some publicity for. It would be useful if they could be put into some form of order, and there are a few items that I’ve marked to be researched. It shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours – but only if you have the time.

Simon might as well have issued the request as an order to be obeyed on pain of death. Of course Debbie had the time... she had all the time in the world for her boss. She would copy the file and take it home with her and spend the best part of the weekend putting it in order and researching diligently everything Simon had flagged.

I’m sure I can spare some time. I’ll do my best anyway, Debbie replied.

You always do, Debbie.

Debbie felt the blood rush to her face, and lowered her head so Simon would not see the flush that coloured her cheeks all too easily. She lived for such praise; took such pleasure from a few simple words. It seemed that Simon was the source of all her joy: that handsome face which she could freely admire and wallow in its perfection; the magnificence of his frame which he dressed so well, Armani probably designed their suits with Simon in mind; the swell of his crotch that was furtively glanced at, a crotch that promised so much and delivered of that promise every night in Debbie’s bed, but only in her dreams. Simon Mathews was the source of so many ascetic pleasures and Debbie wallowed in them all. But the greatest pleasure was beyond the visual... it came from the joy Debbie took by simply working for Simon, and doing whatever he bid.

Thank you, said Debbie, and it came from her heart. Have a good weekend, Simon.

And you, Debbie... and remember – there’s more to life than work. Have some fun this weekend, young lady... I certainly intend to!

Debbie flinched at the words, but she hid her distress. The thought that Simon would be enjoying himself was no cause for jealousy, but that he might do so in the company of some other woman; take her out for a meal then later to bed, make passionate love to her, fuck her and fuck her again – that thought tore at Debbie’s heart.

I’ll try... Debbie managed to say; then remembering her place and her role in this man’s life, she added, Oh, Simon – the film... what is the film that you wanted me to look at? Where will I find the notes?

It’s the latest 007 offering - the usual ‘stunts, villains and glamour girls’ stuff. You’ll find it under ‘Bond’.

Debbie watched as the tall well built figure of Simon Mathews walk away from her. He was god-like in Debbie’s eyes, and she felt her heart race as it always did every time she thought about Simon in a less than professional way.

‘Oh God,’ thought Debbie, ‘if only... if only there was a way I could be more to you. I would do anything for you...’

Absently she ran the fingers of her right hand down her cheek; then she cringed, offended by what she found.

‘...But what am I to a man like you; other than a flaw to emphasise your perfection?’

Resigned, Debbie turned her thoughts back to more practical things.

For the next few hours Debbie worked on the Rothschild’s presentation. There was no real need for her to do this as she had stayed late the night before to ensure everything was perfect, but she scanned through it all again, just to be certain. Without any real pressure on her, she allowed her mind to wander; and as always since she had started work at this firm, one of London’s top publicity houses, her mind wandered in the direction of her boss.

It had been the happiest, yet bitterest three months of Debbie’s life. She had been recruited straight from college – a twenty-one year old girl with no experience what-so-ever – it was a dream come true when she landed the job.

Safe in the knowledge that the presentation was fine, Debbie allowed her mind to drift back to the day she had first encountered Simon Mathews. She was surprised that she had been invited back for a second interview – she didn’t think that the Human Resources manager who had interviewed her the week before was all that impressed. But back she came for an interview that could possibly change her life – give her the escape from Scotland and the tedium of the sheltered life she knew there. She had prepared meticulously, researched the company and prepared her answers to the questions she expected to be asked.

And of course it all went wrong.

It went wrong because Simon Mathews was there and Debbie lost the power of speech.

Well, not quite... but it seemed that way to her.

She was so awe struck by the man she lost all awareness of what she said or how she must have come across. She fumbled her way through the interview and felt terrible at the end. Felt terrible when Simon said that they would be in touch.

No firm offer – it must have gone wrong. Debbie was sure she’d cocked it up.

Then a week later she got the call. The job she had applied for had gone to someone else... BUT

Mr. Mathews has suggested we take you on for a trial basis, the HR manager had said. His assistant has resigned and he thinks you might be a suitable replacement, it would be a more junior position than the one you applied for but it could be an excellent launch pad to greater things. A three month trial – would you be interested.

Hell yes! Debbie had almost screamed down the phone.

I... I... I would be very interested, was what she actually stammered out.

Two weeks later Debbie said goodbye to Scotland; to her family and the Hebridean island that had been her childhood home, to the few friends she had made at university who didn’t know her at all, to the boredom of her restricted life, governed by the Kirk and its dogma she was determined to reject as she found her own true self. She found a bed-sit in Clapham Common that cost her half her monthly salary to rent; and she started to work for Simon Mathews on a three month trial.

And it had gone well; Debbie had worked her butt off to make sure it all went well. Nothing came easy – Simon might be a god to look at but he could be a devil to work for. He was so demanding, never willing to settle for less than perfection - Simon had the ability to be brash and often pushy, ruffling feathers without a care for sensibility – his assistants normally lasted weeks rather than months before they pleaded for a transfer or resigned in exasperation. But Debbie was made of sterner stuff – brought up by a Calvinist grandfather and a mother hardened by the loss of her fisherman husband to the sea when Debbie was only three, she could handle gruff exteriors and find ways to cope.

Driven by the need to secure her position and pass her probation; and driven even more by the need to impress a man she idolised; Debbie buckled down. She quickly learned how best to handle Simon - she was so enamoured with her boss; she became in tune with his moods and tempers. After a few weeks Debbie was able to anticipate Simon’s needs before he had a chance to voice them; and though he rarely said it, Debbie knew that Simon appreciated what she did for him.

Once again Debbie wallowed in one of those rare moments of praise. You always do, Debbie. The words had been music to her ears. Was Simon telling her that she had past the trial period?

The three months were now almost over and next week she would know her fate.

Would she stay?

Had she done enough?

Did Simon appreciate her enough?

With this in mind Debbie finished her work on Rothschild. It was approaching five o’clock and technically time to leave – no one in the office worked late on a Friday unless some huge campaign was going down. It was unlikely that Simon would now call her, so it would be safe to wind up and go home.

But go home to what?

A lonely bed-sit in an alien community - Debbie had never felt that she fitted in.

The weekend awaited and she was a young woman of twenty-one. London was out there waiting for her. She should go out and have some fun like Simon said; find herself a man who would show her a good time and then take her home and spend the night pleasuring her body – that’s what was supposed to happen – that’s how all the other girls spent their weekends; or so Debbie was led to believe. But Debbie lacked the certainty of all the bright young things; the London scene terrified her. She had tried to embrace it; this was the life after all that she had come south to live; but it all seemed so superficial and false. The men she had met were so full of themselves and had proved very disappointing in bed – whole nights of pleasuring her had been far from the case – a quick fuck in the dark then they called her a cab.

Go home to what?

Debbie knew the answer. Go home and work on the ‘Bond’ file and dream of Simon Mathews.

Chapter 2 - A Shocking Revelation

Debbie stared at the screen in utter shock, terror washed over her. She could scarcely believe what she was looking at.

The picture in front of her showed a naked woman suspended from the ceiling, hers arms were stretch high above her, her wrists tied by straps and chained to a hoist. Ropes had been tied around her body, above and below her large firm breasts and made a V shape through her cleavage to wrap around her neck. She supported herself precariously on one leg like a crane; the other leg had been tied at the ankle and raised behind her back leaving her shaved pussy on full display. She had a very beautiful face under long black hair and a leather bit in her mouth to stifle her tortured moans from the pain that was being inflicted upon her.

The pain was coming from several sources. There were clamps attached to both of her nipples, and the clamps were joined by a chain with a heavy looking weight pulling it down, stretching the woman’s already agonised looking tits and adding to their torture. There were splashes of wax all over her breasts and stomach - hot wax, Debbie surmised, from the burning candle that sat on a table to the side. But the bound and gagged woman’s main source of torment came from something else. It came from a man who stood to the side flaying her back with a whip.

Debbie was captivated by the image. At first she was fearful when it appeared on the screen, afraid she may be caught looking at pornography, looking at a scene of sexual depravity during working hours... in her boss’s office for heaven’s sake. She would be sacked on the spot and branded a pervert of the most degenerate type.

But once the initial shock had passed, Debbie knew that discovery was highly unlikely – it was after five o’clock on a Friday and most of the staff would have left the office and be down the local pub by now. And those that might still be around would never dare enter Simon Mathews’s office without knocking first – only Debbie was allowed in here.

So after a few minutes Debbie managed to relax and looked at the picture before her; confusion was swirling around her brain, and hormones were swirling around her loins turning her pussy incredibly wet.

How had this come about?

And why was she feeling so aroused?

Debbie McFarlane had not purposely gone looking for pornographic material on her boss’s laptop. The thought would never have crossed her mind.

Well, that’s not strictly true – Debbie was so enamoured and intrigued by Simon Mathews she was fascinated to know what went on in Simon’s life outside of the office. But tempting as it may have been, Debbie would not dare invade the