“Candidate wanted for ESSENTIAL office position. We are looking for a STURDY, RELIABLE person who can remain FIXED through thick and thin. Ability to keep one’s feet on the ground and not wobble under a heavy load important. No previous experience required, please make inquiries in person at the following address during regular business hours…”

 That was what the newspaper add had said. “This was not what I had in mind when I applied…” Susan said. Or at least that was what she tried to say. What actually came out was something more along the lines of “Sss aah aaugh aah eehh aag nnn eeiinn eenn eehh aah-ieeh…” on account of the thick rubber plug plunged deep in her mouth. A heavy leather hood held the plug gag in place and wrapped the rest of the young woman’s head, save a cutout around her dark blue eyes and nose and a hole in the back through which her dark brown hair fell in a long ponytail.

 The rest of her garb was of a similar theme. A thick leather posture collar held the bottom of the hood shut. Stiff, thigh high leather boots with five-inch heels covered her legs. Her arms were clad in long gloves stretching up past her elbows. A leather corset encircled her mid-section, laced crushingly tight. Every other part of her fit, toned, 23-year old body was completely exposed, including her large, perky breasts and smoothly-shaved sex.

 Susan knelt on the richly carpeted floor of the office. She was bent doubled over, hands outstretched, wrists fixed together with leather cuffs joined by a short chain, ankles likewise fastened. A large square of dark stained mahogany rested on the young woman’s back, supported by her shoulders and pert bottom. She struggled to maintain the delicate balance of the weight on it. Her ass still smarted from the “disciplinary action” the last time she’d let something fall off. Next time, the Mistress warned her, she’d be demoted to something worse then table duty…

 Speaking off...the sound of the door opening and shutting signaled the arrival of the stern, cruel woman in person. Lights came on, chasing back the shadows of the office, and drawing frantic yelps from the lamps as some of the power was redirected to the clamps on their nipples and the plugs thrust deep inside them.

 Susan kept her head down, not that she had much choice with the stiff collar around her neck, but her ears followed the footsteps as she crossed the room to the desk. The two girls who made up the back and seat of the chair groaned as the other woman settled down. Susan likewise groaned as a weight was set down onto her, the laptop most likely. It seemed as though the Mistress was settling in for a long work session.

 “This is so not worth $14.50 an hour.” Susan thought, grumbling through her gag.