Alice's Wonderland

Wanda The Witch Chapter 1

The mail room was extra busy that day in May as Wanda got her cart ready to make her rounds in-between the cubicles. A full year ago, she had graduated top of her class in business administration and had landed an interview with the largest law firm in the country.

The interview went well, and she was hired. The only problem was, she was told she would need to familiarize herself with how the office worked. They thought that a couple of weeks as an office mail person would help her do just that.

Wanda had a problem with looking people in the eye, so she would always look down when she was around them. The rest of the women in the office soon started picking on her because behind the glasses and outdated clothes, she was a very sexy female.

All the males looked at her with longing eyes, which made her even more nervous. So, she had never been given the job she wanted and was hired for.

Wanda did not mind too much how they treated her. She made a good income and had time to dream about what she would do to the women who teased her, and the males that lusted after her.

Now Wanda lived alone and had a secret that nobody else knew. The house she had inherited from her parents after the plane crash had a large attic that was finished. It had a stairway from the closet of the master bedroom up to the attic where her parents had played their grownup games. There were hooks in the rafters and large pillows all over the deeply cushioned and soft carpeted floor. One wall was full of restraints, whips and paddles of all shapes and sizes. She knew they liked to tie each other up and play their grown-up games.

She loved to pretend she was being played with as she put on the leather outfits and harnesses. She would tie herself to the hooks as she imagined herself being forced to sit on the stool with the added attachment.

She loved planning what she would do to the people at work who teased her. She could imagine the look on their faces as she took off the blindfold, and they saw her leather outfits, and a whip in her hand, as she would use her favorite toys in every way and place she could imagine, making them beg to please her.

Wanda would sit on her stool, with her tightest mistress outfit on. The one that made her waist so small, and had her breasts sticking out of the small holes. For hours, she would search the bondage and slave sites, looking for ideas to think about when she plans her revenge on the people who taunt her.

One site is advertising a resort island, which caters to the fantasies of the individual, promising a realistic vacation for the right person.

She looks over the offered fantasies. The usual dungeon, or slave scenarios along with the master or mistress-based themes.

The one that grabs her attention though, offers a personalized experience that promises realism that cannot be matched. The price is quite high, but well within her ability to pay.

Finally, she decides to look deeper into the possibility of experiencing such a vacation. She sends a message to the site asking how realistic they are. The very instant that she hits send on her computer, she gets an incoming e-mail message.

"I wonder who that is from," she thinks. Wanda opens the message. There is only one word on it. "Very." Wanda would have fallen off her stool if she hadn't been feeling wicked and attached an extra-large one to it.

The weird feeling it gave her sent shivers up her spine. She exited the site right away on impulse. She stared at the screen for a few minutes, knowing that she had experienced something very unusual.

She turned off the computer and removed herself from the stool and her other toys and clothes. It is time for bed, but maybe a hot bath to calm herself first.