Czech/Austrian

John's fingers were tapping absent-minded on the keyboard, while he continued to study Jessica as she talked to CEO Walker. There was no doubt: The blonde woman seemed determined, strong and in total control of herself. Most certainly not distracted by any sexual fetish. It was not exactly common for a woman to rise so high in the hierarchy of the office, although there was, of course, officially gender equality.

John's lips turned into a sly, sneering smile. Just a thin line on his face, nobody around him would have picked it up.

That bitch, he thought.

It had taken him quite a few connections and called-in favors to dig up the old driver's licenses of Jessica's father and mother from the archives. It had also been quite a gamble on his part. According to everything he knew, and every document she had ever presented to the company, she was a citizen without any major nationality influence at least two or three generations back. Whatever fetish attached to her, it was supposed to be at most a minor strain, a recessive DNA mumble. But something had smelled fishy about her. And now John had the proof.

Father Czech, mother Austrian. Both pure. Both nationalities running strong in Jessica. There was no doubt.

What an intriguing mixture, John thought. Of course, her father's heritage, the preference for horse play, was most certainly suppressed in this environment. Back in the Czech Republic, Jessica would have ended up in a stable as a pony girl, trained and groomed, a long time ago. That's what the country was famous for, after all, to the point where pony girls were one of their primary exports. But here, in the US, there were few such facilities, and plenty of possibilities to keep that fetish as subdued as possible. Of course, he knew that trying to **** the fetish only made it stronger. Jessica must have vivid dreams almost every night of being held as a pony, or however this was working. John tried not to chuckle. Who would have thought? The tough, authoritative Jessica - with a bit gag in her mouth and a harness around her body. It was almost too wild a thought to believe. And the fact that she would probably even enjoy it made it just more absurd. Well... he wasn't sure she would really enjoy it, if it was him holding the reins and the whip.

And then there was her Austrian mother... Burdening Jessica with sensual arousal, whenever certain natural urges of hers were controlled or suppressed. John was sure that Jessica had NOT been wearing any diapers ever. It would have been too obvious. But from what he knew about women with Austrian heritage, they had a very hard time holding their bladder, because that immediately transferred into sexual arousal. A very strange freak of nature indeed.

But perhaps this presented him with a very neat option to trap Jessica. All he had to do was somehow blocking the bathrooms for a day, or something along those lines... He grinned again. He wondered what Jessica would do. She was very resourceful and strong willed, and she had shown a remarkable skill in covering up her tracks and not letting any of her fetishes show at all. Who knew what she would come up with? He had to be careful. This most certainly was his last shot. It had to hit, otherwise Jessica most certainly would have him fired.

John pondered his options. He had to be careful. Start slowly. On the other hand... maybe a full blown attack was the better option here? How could he use her weaknesses against her? John not only wanted Jessica embarrassed and exposed - he wanted to destroy her. He wanted his ****.

And wouldn't it be nice to have Jessica harnessed and chained in a stable, her nice round ass ready to... One step at a time, he warned himself. One step at a time.

[Intriguing combination? Little bit weird even? Certainly. Just hit 'like' if you want this to be explored. I promise to tread carefully - but I am curious myself about this.]