I did not sleep well that night, the arousal was still in my system, that was for sure. But worse was the feeling something was about to happen, and I could not control it. I had decided, I would not give in. I was even so certain of myself that I figured Wanda would not fire me. She needed me on the job, there was a lot of money at stake in the transactions I was working on. She was strong and stubborn, but also business wise! If I had known what the Witch would have thought of, just in those couple of hours between leaving the office and returning I wouldn’t have been so light-hearted. As if I was ready for battle.
At the start all was well, Wanda came in, acting quite normal. The 1st sign something was wrong was the post package I received. I was expecting some reports, old fashioned paper since I was working on an old case. And what the hell, inside were … Yes, Satin Panties. I looked around me, maybe someone noticed me, but all was quiet. No one paying attention to me. Then I got a series of mails, all related to work, and all referring me to sites showing sexy undies, damn, more satin. And sure, just when one opened and I wanted to click it away, there came Wanda to my desk. I was flushed with embarrassment, but Wanda just acted if she did not see something burning on my screen. That was weird, that was so unlike her. if that would have happened yesterday there would be Hell and Damnation, now she just smiled, kindly.
The message she was bringing was about the same documents that contained the panties, she had organized a meeting with some experts dealing with the case. We were to go there by Friday afternoon. A strange planning, and I wasn’t really surprised to find out the there was no return flight the same day. It was in a little town, tucked away in a remote area. She was up to something. I could see that in her eyes, the twinkling of pleasure. Or in her little smile, that shoe had difficulties in containing. And of course, in her clothing. She was never very strict and business like, but now she was just sexy. Extremely sexy, high heels, delicate satin stockings. Wonderful shirts, with interesting views of her breasts in fine lingerie. I knew she was doing this to make me aware she was working on me, on my case. She had said it would be fun to win me over, and she really made an effort.
This continued until the date of the meeting, she insisted of picking me up at home, allowing me some hours off work before we left for the airport. The taxi I which she arrived was definitely not an ordinary one. It was a “deluxe”, another sign she was working on a strategy. And all the while there was nothing I could do, not an idea about the clue, a hint of her plan. And her business suit was all the way, very delicate and fine clothing. A lovely scent welcomed me when I stepped inside. She had given me orders to dress real strict and business like, so it was like we were a couple of Italian Maffia crooks, going for the hunt. The journey proofed to be planned perfectly, it was a sign the Gods were with Wanda. We chatted comfortably and I had to excuse myself for going through the papers once more. It left her with remark I was such a dedicated “servant”. I could hardly believe my ears. Such archaic language. Now all was ready for what was to be the grand apotheosis! And fool as I was, still no clue of what was to happen! The only hint was that in the business case she brought was a satin pantie. And while unpacking she put it on the tray in the plane. And when she got a drink (ladies first) she picked it up and put it in my lap. The “you don’t mind, do you?” sounded innocent enough but made me very hot, when the stewardess leaned over me to hand over the drink, her hand on my shoulder when there was a little air bump. Was everybody plotting against me?
When we arrived at the airport there was a company car waiting for us, but my o my. I never have seen such a display of wealth and confidence. Because not only was the president of the company there to pick us up, she was also with a driver and huge limo. She? Yes, she, the president was a she. And the driver was a she too, all of them dressed very smart, very eloquent. No, I would say extremely sexy. High heeled, satin stocking, satin skirt, silk shirt. I had to rub my eyes, this could not be true. Was the company I was working for actually a Matriarchy? I never guessed that when I was in contact with them before. Would I have had eyes in my back I would have seen the smile on Wanda’s face, the eye wink of the president of the company.
We shook hands, formal, but I could sense that her hand shake displayed all her power, no mistake there. Physical power as well as ruling power.
We got in the car, where the talk was friendly, about the flight, the weather, and I could not help staring, What do skirts do when Ladies sit in a comfy car chair, without proper room to move? They creep up, revealing most delicate legs in sexy stockings. It gave me a dry throat. This was no business as usual, this was classy business, extraordinary satin heaven. I smelled te rat, I knew Wanda was playing a trick om me, no mistake there. But what could I do, the president of the company was real enough. The meeting was to be real. And indeed it was, I held a presentation on the case we were working on. I made a good job out of it. My specialty, what else could you expect. And I had to concentrate very hard, since all the attendees to the meeting were female. Same story all over again, from time to time I had to look in Wand’s direction. And she smiled, an encouraging smile? A self-assured smile, knowing she had me running along the track she routed out for me, I was the rabbit in the headlights, was all the time, what had she said? I would be worth the fight, and she made me fight this little war. Her private war, and I had no real response, except for behaving as good as I could. After about an hour the meeting ended, the president thanked me for covering the full report, and invited me over to dinner.
“yes”, said Wanda. “Let’s meet at the hotel. I take a shower, meet at 7 pm? “
When I came out of the shower, I took the opportunity to do some running before dinner, the hotel was situated in a very dense forest area, I was not just a bit surprised. I only traveled with a light suit case, but it wasn’t on the bed, where I had left it. Instead there lay a complete array of female cloths, and I identified the key elements without any difficulty, satin. Yes, panties, bra, shirt. All satin, all sexy and luxurious. But definitely not suited for a healthy male like me. The disaster sunk in, what was I to do? Now the complete picture was clear, all about this meeting, the sexy set up, Wanda’s smile, the hotel. Yes, even when I was dropped off at the hotel, it was a small goodbye but like heart-breaking, like promising some follow up. And now there it was, the follow up lay on my bed. Inviting me to join them. But where the Ladies were glorious in their sexy outfits I was to be humiliated. The words of Wanda were in my ears again. I was scared, o by God I was terrified. And yes, she would demolish my resistance. Fait accompli!