Muriam felt a sense of dread as she rode the elevator up to the 50th floor of her office building, home to Terrels & Co, one of the more reputable consulting firms in the city. Most women in the company, maybe even in the city would be envious of her position as personal secretary to the CEO, Robert Terrels, but today she wished she had any other position but.
At the end of the day yesterday, she had been caught browsing around americandamsels.com while at her desk. Distracted, she had not heard her boss come up behind her. “What are you looking at Ms. Collins?”
Her breath had stopped in that moment, jumping and turning guiltily to meet the eyes of Mr. Terrels. “I...have no excuse sir.” She had admitted looking down, knowing that she might be fired on the spot.
“My office, tomorrow at 9am Ms. Collins.” He said as he had turned away. “Do not be late.”
She dressed normally in a clean white blouse, grey blazer, grey pencil skirt, stockings and knee high high heeled boots. Usually, the sound of her boot heels striking the marble floor as she walked from the elevator towards Robert’s office gave her a feeling of confidence and strength, but today it just sounded like a clock ticking down the seconds until she was royally screwed. Steeling herself as she stopped in front of the large wooden doors to the office, she raised her hand and knocked twice. “Enter.”
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside, and closed it behind her. As she turned towards the lone occupant in the room and stopped short as her eyes swept over the desk. “Come closer.” He said with a smile.
Despite her unwillingness, her legs carried her over to stand in front of the desk. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the spread of bondage toys on top of the desk. She saw handcuffs, ballgags, collars, blindfolds, rope, belts, and a range of other items. “W-what is this?” She asked, her voice catching.
“I took the liberty of looking into that website you were on.” Mr. Terrels said. “And there’s some interesting stories and concepts. So I figured, since you seemed interested enough at work, that I would oblige.”
Muriam reached out hesitantly to touch the handcuffs, the metal cold to touch. “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s quite simple.” Mr. Terrels said with a gleam in his eye. “You will be bound and gagged while you work in the office now.”
He said it so casually that Muriam didn’t think she had heard him correctly. “Pardon, sir?”
“You will be bound and gagged to work. Still able to do your daily tasks, but since you seemed so interested in bondage at work, I will enable it.”
She was stunned. She had walked into the room expecting to be fired, but this was something completely different. A mix of emotions swirled through her, but she didn’t move as Mr. Terrels stood up from his desk and walked over to her, picking up the thick leather collar. “Bag on the desk please.”
Muriam’s mind was still a mess trying to process what was happening, but her body seemed to move on its own, placing her purse on the desktop as he stood behind her, lifting up her hair to wrap the collar around her slender neck and buckling it in place. It wasn’t tight enough that it could choke her, but snug enough that she could feel it pressing on her neck at all times. Next there was a jingle of metal as he picked up the handcuffs and guided her hands in front of her, locking the metal bracelets around her wrists.
She flexed her wrists against the cuffs, noting they were solid and real. Not the standard sex-shop cuffs that she had seen before, or used with her ex-boyfriend. She was still inspecting the cuffs as Mr. Terrels returned with several leather belts in hand, which he buckled above and below her breasts, pinning her upper arms to her side. Her blazer crumpled where the straps tightened, but it was the least of her worries once she saw him holding a red rubber ballgag on a strap. “Any complaints? You’ve been rather quiet through this so far.”
“N-no sir.” She responded meekly. “But, how am I to show visitors to your office?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. After all, I have no meetings today.”
She realized he was right and obediently opened her mouth to accept the ballgag. It was larger than she expected, as it took a little bit of force to get it into her mouth and behind her teeth but it soon snapped into place and the straps were pulled across her cheeks and buckled at the nape of her neck. The taste of rubber filled her mouth and she could feel drool building up already but did her best to wipe it away with her cuffed hands as Mr. Terrels knelt down with leg irons and closed them around her booted ankles. She took a cautious step forward, noting how the 10-inch chain limited her steps severely and made walking difficult especially in high heeled boots.
He made it even more difficult by lifting up her skirt slightly and wrapping a belt just above her knees, hobbling her further. She gave a weak moan of protest as he clipped a leash to her collar and took a step back to admire his bound and gagged personal secretary. “Now, you have some work to do. Off to your desk.”
She mmphed and started the slow walk towards the door, trying to adjust to her bonds. He smiled as she exited the door, knowing that the office just got far more interesting.
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Muriam had spent the rest of the day getting used to her new bonds and learning to use the computer with cuffed hands. It was surprisingly enjoyable and she was definitely more horny than she would have liked to have admitted, maybe because it was just like the Elizabeth Andrews Office Perils site she browsed as well, with lots of secretaries and office ladies bound and gagged. She’d been released at lunch and to use the bathroom and had been secretly very excited to come back into work. Today, her bondage was different. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists and were padlocked together, while rope bound her legs at the thighs, knees, and loosely at the ankles to hobble her. More rope was wrapped around her upper body, framing her breasts and a leather harness muzzle gag surrounded her head, her mouth filled with the rubber ball on the inside of the panel.
She had no idea where Mr. Terrels had gotten all of these things on short notice, or how he knew how to use them, but she was enjoying herself. With her eyes closed, she was unconsciously rubbing herself through her skirt when the elevator dinged. Her desk was a bit off to the side, out of view of the doors so she rose and shuffled every so slowly around the edge to greet her boss. She heard footsteps and raised her head to give a muffled greeting before she froze, her eyes wide and shocked expression mirrored by the man standing in the doorway who was definitely not Mr. Terrels. Shit, how do I explain this one. She thought to herself.