Dressed in a velvet pencil skirt and flowered corset, I patiently wait for Mr. Big Boss to arrive at the office. Today he is playing security, so I tease him and tell him he doesn’t have the same privileges as Mr. Big Boss does when it comes to my body. He laughs and as he finishes tying my elbows together he sticks his hands up my pencil skirt to reaffirm that he does what he wants. My wrists are tightly bound behind my back and a rope breast harness is tied over my corsetemphasizing my breasts. My mouth is silenced with a leather body bag gag. Next, “security” ties a small rope hobble to my ankles and leaves me to struggle around the office. I make my way to the floor to struggle a bit more freely. Mr. Big Boss returns and takes off one of my high heels and starts to relentlessly ticklemy pantyhose covered feet. I struggle and laugh while trying to get away from his grasp but only succeed in losing both of my high heels and loosening my ankle rope. Mr. Big Boss secures my ankles back together and places me into a hogtie. I roll around on the floor and decide to try and make my escape. I roll and inch towards the doorway in my hogtie. I make it as far as the curtain and peek my head through. Mr. Big Boss is waiting for me on the other side and asks me where I am headed. I nonchalantly reply that I am going to the restroom.



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