Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 20 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Rival and Trick.

This is a sequel to my second ever story Legally Binding

It had been a difficult month in the office.

Several weeks earlier, I faced my business rival Lydia in court. My grievance was over a prior incident where she left me bound and gagged in an office meeting room for the whole company to see. The trial did not go the way I expected. I ended up publicly humiliated in bondage a second time.

My troubles didn’t end there. Lydia made sure my ‘bondage fanatic’ verdict reached every ear and inbox in the company, with a post-trial photograph of my bound state as proof. Anonymously of course, to avoid incriminating herself.

My career had been on the rocks ever since. Most of my clients had ended all dealings with me, giving all sorts of excuses about it being time to move on to something different. They never said the quiet part out loud: they didn’t want to be associated with an alleged pervert.

My co-workers were worse. Whispers whenever I went by. Slipping barely-disguised mockery into conversation, like remarking how I must be all tied up with my work. Someone even convinced the facility management to change the wall-mounted nameplate outside my office door to [Nina Stevens - Bondage Executive], my new unofficial title around the office. My request to have it corrected still hadn’t been processed weeks later.

ping!

Every new email stirred dread within me. I kept expecting bad news from my one remaining major client, or from the boss Magnus himself with a notice of termination. I was surprised to see this one was instead from a masked internal email address.

[Dear Miss Stevens]

[I’ve been observing your situation from afar and you have my sympathies. You’ve been treated very unfairly. I believe that Lydia Mayfair is the perpetrator of the harassment campaign against you. I too have been a victim of her scheming.]

[I’d like to offer my help. I have a potential solution to your issues which could salvage your reputation and restore your client relations. If you’re interested, meet me in an hour in the 3rd floor copy room. I hope you can appreciate my desire for anonymity, as I don’t wish Lydia to learn of my involvement. Hope to talk soon.]

[Best regards]

[A friend]

This was an unexpected development. I couldn’t imagine what this help might be. Some dirt on Lydia or proof of her scheming? They were on the money about her being the culprit, so maybe they really did have some useful insider knowledge.

Without a miracle, it was only a matter of time before I was fired. The least I could do was hear them out. What did I have to lose?

The hour that followed was a tense one. As the time finally drew near, I made my way to the 3rd floor, glancing around to make sure no-one was following me. It was a little exciting, like I was a spy contacting an undercover agent.

The corridor outside the copy room was empty. The room hadn’t seen much use recently due to the copy-machine being broken down. I guessed that’s why the mystery correspondent chose the location.

The room itself was dark, as the light was off. Now that felt a bit melodramatic. I stepped inside and felt around for the lightswitch as the door swung closed. A voice spoke out from the darkness.

“Grab her!”

“What? Who’s ther- Hey! Huh? Mmmmph!!"

Hands clamped onto my arms, my shoulders, my mouth. There wasn’t just someone waiting for me. There was someones, plural. They pulled my arms back and then I felt it. Ropes threaded around me. Noooo, not again!! This couldn’t keep happening.

A blindfold was strapped on securely. The lights finally flicked on, but I still couldn’t see. I had no idea who was tying me up. My assailants worked in hushed silence, apart from lots of malevolent giggling at my expense.

Five minutes later, I was shoved back out into the corridor fully restrained, stumbling as I was forced to hop. My unseen captors shuffled by me, each giving my restrained body a farewell grope as they scattered to the wind, fleeing the scene of the crime before anyone could see them.

click!

The copy room door closed. One last person lingered in the corridor beside me. They stroked my chin, chuckling when I jerked away. Even though I couldn't see, I knew it was her. Lydia. Her sadistic torment of me never ended.

“Oh Nina. You're so gullible~”

Suddenly she grabbed and tore my buttoned shirt open, revealing my bra and bosom, thrust out from the strain of the tight elbow tie. She yanked my pencil skirt up high, fully exposing my round bottom and frilly panties. She fondled my ass, giving it a nice firm smack before I heard her strutting away.

“Better get moving before quitting time comes and these corridors aren’t so empty."

“mmmmhhh...”

Her footsteps faded. I was alone.

My arms and legs were each tied together with expertly-tied ropes. My elbows suffered particularly badly as they’d been forced inwards until they pressed together, roped up harshly to stay put. I was stuck biting on an enormous red rubber ballgag fastened into my mouth, with the tightened strap ensuring I had no hope of removing it.

I couldn’t be seen like this. Not with my reputation. I hopped back against the copy room door and turned around, fumbling with the door handle behind my back. It was locked shut!

I tried to settle my rapidly beating heart. I had to get my sight back first. I stooped down low, trying to catch the blindfold’s strap on the door handle. If someone walked by, they’d have been treated to quite a sight: a pair of long toned legs bound tightly together in ropes and a big round panty-clad ass shaking about.

The blindfold caught and slid off. I could see again! But I couldn't do much else. I still couldn't walk or talk or remove anything else. I couldn’t wait around. I needed to move. If I could just reach my office, I could struggle free in private.

clack... clack... clack...

I hopped along the corridor, hating how loud my strapped high-heels were on the polished floor. I reached the end of the corridor, peering around the corner, out at the main open area filled with low-barrier cubicles. Far too many people were still about. My office was on the far side. I’d have to take the long way round.

I was about to turn back when I heard a shocked gasp from behind. A gaggle of notoriously bitchy, gossip-obsessed secretaries wandered up to me.

“Well well, what do we have here? Our bondage executive is putting on a show for us! Come on Miss Stevens, don’t be shy.”

“Mmph? Mmmh! Mmmhhhmmph!!!”

They shepherded me out into the open area, ignoring my panicked ballgag-muffled pleading, snickering at my distress. Dozens of office workers stopped what they were doing, slack-jawed at the sudden scandalous sight of me. They all approached, gathering around like sharks, a viewing circle with me helplessly trapped in the middle.

“Oh my god!”

“That is one awfully big gag.”

“Nice panties Nina~”

“That’s a really cute bra too. I must ask where she got it... Once she can talk again.”

“Spin around! Model that lovely ropework for us. Someone really knows their knots.”

“I can see why she was voted Rear of the Year.”

“I never fully believed all those rumours before. She really is just a bondage-loving slut then.”

“Should we do something to help her or...?”

“Absolutely not! She probably loves this. Besides, I missed the last time this happened. I want to enjoy it as long as possible.”

“Miss Stevens look over here! That’s it. A nice closeup of your ballgagged face for the video.”

“Get a good shot of her ass too. Here, I’ll turn her.”

“Mmmmph!”

“Wasn’t she supposed to meet with a client now? Too bad. Let’s send them the video to explain her absence.”

“She should be like this more often. It’s quite a morale booster.”

“I bet she’d be pretty good at some under the desk morale boosting too~”

“Ugh. How did such a bimbo ever last this long here?”

“Oh no her elbow ropes are coming loose! Let me just... there we go. Nice and tight again.”

“Is it true that she orgasmed in a courtroom just from being tied up and spanked?”

“You know what, let's find out! We can use this desk right here. Bend over Nina~”

“Mmph?”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“MMMMMGHH!!!!”

“When’s my turn?”

“Aww I wanted to go next.”

“Please form an orderly queue.”

“Looks like Miss Stevens is going to be working late today~”

SPANK! SPANK!!!

“MMMPHH!”