I gasped as my boss's large hand grabbed my elbow, pulling me down onto the ottoman with a thud. "What are you doing to me?!" I cried out, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He swiftly wrapped his strong arms around me, pinning my wrists behind my back with an expert knot. Panic surged through my veins as I thrashed against the restraints.

"You can't do this!" I screamed, my voice muffled as he abruptly stuffed a giant, spongy gag into my mouth. The vinyl tape that secured it in place smelled like harsh adhesive, leaving me gagging and sobbing. Humiliation riddled my face as my boss continued his relentless torment, binding my torso and arms up tightly with neat ropes. He tied my wrists to a naughty rope that he wrapped around my waist and abruptly pulled up through my crotch, the tight cord scraping my nylons My boss surveyed his work with a self-satisfied smirk before departing, leaving me bound and gagged in the break room to wither away the rest of the day. My tiny satin skirt and tight blouse, once a tantalizing sight for the male office employees, now earned me nothing but shame and humiliation as I fought to keep my curves covered..

I squirmed and strained against my bonds, but it was futile. The ropes held me fast, the sponge gag shutting off any further cries of protest. My mind raced with maddening thoughts, my body wracked by waves of humiliating arousal. Then, the cruel realization hit me - if only this were any other situation, I would be so totally into this power exchange. But no, I was trapped, helplessly bound and gagged, made to endure this degrading ordeal alone. The burning ache between my thighs only intensified, How long would I be here? Looking up at the clock on the wall, I noticed we were still a long way away from 5pm