Employee of the Month (Part 1)

(All Individuals mentioned in this story are over the age of 18+ and consented to the activities mentioned.)

It’s any normal day at work in the office. Except, I am not in my own office as I am…working for someone else today… See, some doms I work with tend to be big in their businesses and this one was no different. I tend to find myself working with more wealthy or well off clients, which I don’t mind. I’m typing away on my computer – chasing up reports and planning out the next marketing campaign for our new product launch, or at least that's the role I have been asked to fill. This computer isn’t even mine, and neither is the seat I’m in, nor the office space itself. 

I’d been requested by this dom in the past but our schedule’s never really lined up. We ended up talking and discovered that my real job would actually benefit him and his company, so he offered to give me a dual role. On one hand, I work as a temp at his company and assist in legitimate consulting that is needed, while acting as his own personal bondage pet behind the scenes. 

I get a message on the computer I have been loaned. “Stephanie?” It was my ‘boss’ Nathan – the big boss– what did he want to talk about? “I’d like to see you in my office immediately.” He had placed me in a corner, away from actual employees, a place where no one would bug me or even notice me. Apparently they get temps here a lot, so no one bothers to learn names because they come and go so often.

I get up from my desk, looking around to see if anyone notices me while smoothing out my black pencil skirt. While I am at it, I chose to wear my typical office siren outfit that would get his arousal without looking like an HR disaster. I wore a pink silk blouse with buttons that could barely contain my cleavage, glossy coffee tights covered by a black fabric pencil skirt, and black heels to accompany. I wear my glasses because it gives off a better office worker look and it’s better for me when I stare at screens. I noticed my black lace bra is barely sticking out, so I adjust my boobs so they go back to being hidden.

I knock on the door before walking in - a policy he had encouraged. “You wanted to see me, Sir?” I say in a seductive and teasing tone, knowing he doesn’t need me for work related things. We agreed that any bondage or kink fun would be in his office or a nearby storage room that no one used. Easier to keep things hidden and not interrupt the work day.

“Yes, I wanted to see you. Come and take a seat and we can have a talk about how your day is going.” 

“Okay.” I simply reply before walking over to sit in the chair opposite his large desk.

“Before we go into our personal time, I also called you in here to mostly thank you.” Nathan tells me. “You have actually done a decent deal of work and it’s only been a few hours here. I know it’s not much, but you are really good at this real career or yours as well.

I couldn’t help but smile at myself, glad of the job that I was doing. It was good to be getting recognition for all the hard work I had been doing. “You really think so? It’s great to hear that.” I say as I tuck some of my wavy brown hair behind my ear and away from my face.Nathan gives me a nod and continues. “Since you’ve been such a great employee, I’m thinking I should reward you, what do you say?”

I look up at him once more and smile again, biting down on my bottom lip to stop me from smiling too much (don’t want to be looking creepy). “Well you’re the boss, so I guess it’s your call to decide who gets rewarded. As I say this, he stands up out of his desk chair and makes his way around until he’s standing behind me.

“You’re not wrong there… I’m just asking if you want to be rewarded, Stephanie.” He says smoothly, and I can feel my face heating up as it flushes. “Like I said before, I’m just doing my job… I don’t really need big praise for doing what I’m supposed to. But, it really is up to you what you do with your employees.” I said, letting out a small breath to try and stop me from getting so hot and bothered. 

There’s a moment of silence between us, as if he’s thinking. I sit there clueless as to what’s going on and just hope he doesn’t notice how flushed I am. “Y’know Stephanie, you’re absolutely right… It is my choice what I do.” He says simply, and I hear him taking a few steps back from the chair. “Stand up for me and put your hands behind your back.”

I slowly stand up and cross my hands behind my back, having some idea what’s coming next. A moment later I feel what I think is rope being circled around my wrists, becoming tighter with every wrap. By this point I was almost speechless, my heart hammering in my chest. I couldn’t believe this was happening! We were really going to do this in the middle of a work day with so many people nearby. I grunted slightly as I felt the ropes around my wrists get a final few tugs as Nathan ties off the knots. I wiggle my arms, trying to get my wrists free but there was no use in that, the ropes were expertly tied.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I think you’ll find this reward very fitting and enjoyable.” He tells me, and I almost melt. From embarrassment, or arousal I’m not sure. I know I’ve done this a million times, but every new person is a bit awkward and emotions are always heightened. As many people now know, for a number of years, I had been very interested in bondage – being tightly bound and gagged, unable to escape from whoever had placed me in such a predicament. I never really had much experience with it since boyfriends weren’t interested and there’s only so much tying up someone can do to themselves.

I then feel more ropes circling around my ankles, then my knees. Getting my legs secure. What would he do with me? Surely, he wouldn’t continue this in his office – what if someone saw? “Alright Stephanie, why don’t you hop over to this chair, so we can get you more secure, hm?” 

I see which chair he is looking at and it’s a foot away. I gulp, slightly nervous. My legs are tied together tightly, and I don’t have my arms there to break my fall. What if I lost my balance? “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He tells me again, standing next to me. “Go on.” He urges. 

I began hopping over the chair and soon got there with no problems, sitting down. “Atta’ girl.” Nathan compliments and before I know it, even MORE rope is being tied around my body. This time, it’s above and below my breasts.

“That’s a lot of rope you’re using… is that entirely necessary?” I ask him. “Don’t want you to escape now, do we? Where’s the fun in that?” I grunt as he pulls the ropes tighter and now my breasts are pushed out further. So in about 15 minutes, I’ve managed to get myself (very tightly) tied to a chair. I tried wriggling slightly and testing the ropes – but there was no use. 

Nathan clearly knew his way around a knot, I wouldn’t be going anywhere at this rate. I continued to struggle some more, and I saw Nathan standing off to the side, enjoying the show. He walks back behind me and he gently tugs on my hair, so my head is pulled back. I opened my mouth to say something and straight away a knotted scarf was forced into my mouth, before being tied tightly at the back of my head. A knotted cleave gag!?

“Mmmph!” I whined in shock. Nathan moves from behind, now standing in front of me as I shoot him a glare.“Now now Stephanie, you know that bondage isn’t complete without a gag. Plus, I can’t have you calling out for help – what would someone say if they found you like this? All tied up?”

If anyone were to see me in my current position it would definitely be more than embarrassing. I groaned and struggled more in the ropes, feeling the ropes around my whole body, hugging me tightly to the chair I was bound to. Before I know it, I’m letting out small sensual moans and I’m writhing around in the chair! “And if I didn’t know any better… I’d definitely say that you’re enjoying this. Maybe a little too much though.” Nathan chuckles darkly and he disappears from my vision again.

He needs to stop doing that!

“I think you’re still making too much noise there Stephanie, so how about I shut you up some more?” I can almost hear the grin in his voice from behind me. “Nommmph. Mmmmph!” I mewled into the cloth as yet another scarf was tightly tied over the previous one – giving me a tight and effective OTM gag. 

Nathan takes a hold of my chin and moves my face from side to side, checking the gag is properly in place. “Perfect.” He concludes. “Go on, test that out for me Stephanie.” “Mmmmph! Mmmmph!” I called into the gag, and it was definitely more muffled than before. No one would be able to hear me now! “Okay, so I think you’re pretty much set here.” I hear Nathan’s footsteps again and he’s in front of me once more, with a grin on his face. 

I struggled in the chair some more, attempting to see if there were any knots that I could even pull at to get free. There were none. “And since you’re pretty tied up here, I don’t want to bore you with this meeting. You look like you’re having more fun here anyway.” He teased, chuckling. “Mmmph!” I whined, struggling harder when I saw him backing slowly towards his office door. He wasn’t going to LEAVE me here, was he?! 

“Now you are good, don’t go anywhere. Not like you could anyway.” He laughs once more before giving me a small wave and exiting his office. So here I was, bound and gagged in a chair… and I couldn’t feel more turned on right now. 

It had been a good twoish hours since Nathan initially left me in his office tied and gagged – which I still couldn’t believe even happened in the first place. 

He did come back after an hour or so, but only to tie a blindfold around my eyes - to which I did try and protest, only my attempts were futile due to the tight gag I was sporting. 

After adding the blindfold. I could feel his hands skimming over my body, checking over his ropework and tightening any knots he’d felt had come loose during my struggles.

“You are a sight to see Stephanie…” I hear him say, and then I feel his breath tickling my ear slightly, so I know his head is right next to mine. “I’m hoping I’ll get back soon enough to see some more of you struggling and moaning into that gag. I’m sure you could wait here a little longer.” He adds, teasingly and I begin to whine into my gag once more.“Duty calls, my pretty captive. I’ll be back.” He chuckles devilishly, and I hear his footsteps walk to his door before he leaves again.

 I had no idea what I was supposed to do in his office sitting on the chair alone. After a while though, I started to struggle and wiggle around in the chair again. As I’m wiggling around on the chair, I can feel my body heating up and beginning to tingle. The arousal in me was increasing! I move around some more on the chair and my mind begins to wander off. 

It was even more arousing to think about the fact that I was all alone, bound and gagged with no one knowing where I was or what was going on. I could call out into my gag for help, and no one would hear a thing.I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t see. I was his captive and there was nothing I could do about it. I moaned sensually into my gag at the prospect of it all! 

I then begin to think about all of the things that he may do to me; would he tease me some more as I writhed around in this strict hold the ropes had me in? Or maybe he would put me in a different position and have me roll around on his floor (out of sight of anyone else of course). By this point, my whole lower region is on fire and I’m definitely in need of some sort of pleasure. The more I struggled against the ropes that bound me to the chair, the more aroused I became and as a result, I started moaning more into the tight cloths wedged in and tied over my mouth.

I was too busy in my fantasy world since I don’t hear Nathan when he comes back to his office. It’s the sound of him clapping his hands that rips me out of my little erotic bubble. Was he watching me?“Now that was a great show you put on for me Stephanie.” I can almost picture the cheeky grin he’s wearing on his face right now. So, he has been standing there watching me… but for how long, I wonder. 

“Mmmph!” I called out into my gag and pulled at my wrists once more. “Oh, that little innocent victim thing you’re doing isn’t going to get you anywhere after what I just saw you doing. However, I do love to see a damsel in distress.” He chuckles and I hear shuffling on the floor – he’s walking over to me. “Well, it’s currently 3’oclock. That means we have around three more hours before the workday ends. That’s a lot of time and I still have some things planned for you.” He starts, and my mind is already reeling. What could he possibly be thinking at this moment?

I wriggle around in the ropes some more and try to ask him what he’s going to do. I’ve already been here for hours and my body is starting to ache, not to mention my jaw from having those rags stuffed in my mouth.“But I also still have quite a bit of work to do. I can’t have you distracting me, writhing around on that chair and moaning in that gag of yours – I’ll never get any work done.” 

“Mmmph!” I whined, almost bouncing on the chair like a child throwing a tantrum. The least he could do is not tease me like that!I hear more shuffling before it stops behind me and I feel his big hand clamping down over my mouth, making my voice even more muffled than before. I whine and whimper into the gag and his hand, but it makes no difference!

Then my tingly feeling comes back from before. I feel aroused at the idea of his strong and firm hand over my mouth, hushing me for anyone who could be around. It’s the sense of helplessness he’s created for me… I cannot help but enjoy it. Mentally, I wanted to slap myself for being so foolish to fall victim to my desires. However, it was something I had long fantasised about and the fact it was happening was sending me into a frenzy!“Quiet down now, Stephanie. There’s no need for all that noise.” His deep and domineering voice rasps in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. 

“Now, I’m a reasonable man. I do understand you’ve been bound and gagged in this office for quite a while and I’m sure you need some sort of release am I right?” He asks, and I nod enthusiastically. YES! Please at least loosen some of these knots! “Well how about I make you a deal, hm? If you promise to be a good girl and stay quiet as you have been, I’ll take out that gag and give you a small breather.” He wagers, and I almost start whining again. But I quickly forced myself not to – I was in desperate need for some water, my mouth was so dry. 

“Mmph..” I nodded, but you can’t notice due to the hold he had on me. But Nathan gets it. “Alright. Now, you remain quiet and don’t utter a word unless you are spoken to… understand?” His domineering tone almost makes me quiver in arousal as I nod once again. “Good girl.” He coos in my ear and his hand moves from around my mouth to the back of my head, where he begins to untie the knotted rags. 

I feel the tight pressure soon alleviate from my mouth as the first scarf was removed, soon followed by the second. I let out a sigh of relief and moved my jaw a little to ease the aching sensation. I hear some more shuffling and what I think is the unscrewing of a bottle cap. “Here, drink some water,” He tells me, and I feel a straw against my mouth. 

I gladly part my lips and begin to gulp down the luxurious cold liquid. I almost moan when I feel it sliding down my throat, making me feel more refreshed already. He chuckles. “Seems someone is pretty thirsty.”I soon finished drinking the water and licked my lips, shifting around on the chair. “How do you like your reward so far, Stephanie?” I hear him ask and I almost have no idea what to say. 

On the one hand, it’s almost completely insane that he even thought about tying me up and leaving me in his office. Not to mention the little show he walked in on just moments ago! But on the other hand, I knew I enjoyed this for the most part. I couldn’t deny my body that pleasure. 

“It’s… interesting.” I answer diplomatically. “That’s an understatement. But I can see you’re enjoying yourself, so that’s always a plus.”“I guess you could say that,” I tell him, biting my lip to hide my smirk and he laughs softly once again. “Well, it’s time to move on to the next part of your bondage, I have a feeling you will enjoy this.” He says and walks behind me. 

What more could he possibly do to me? I wish I didn’t have this godforsaken blindfold on still, I’d maybe be able to see what he was doing. I wiggle around some more on the chair and hear his feet shuffling and he’s behind me once again. “Okay now Stephanie, I’m going to need you to open your mouth.” He says, lowly in my ear. I wanted to protest and ask him what he was going to do, but I feel like I would make the whole situation harder on myself. Plus, I could not deny my attraction to him and at this point, I was willing to do almost anything he said. 

I slowly opened my mouth and seconds later I felt some sort of fabric being stuffed into it. I squealed in surprise. It feels like it’s going in slow motion – the fabric slowly but surely being wedged into my mouth and the crevices of my cheeks, making me feel like a chipmunk. “Mmmph!” I call out, feeling my mouth full of the fabric. However, my voice was barely legible. Even more than last time! 

Soon, all the fabric is pushed in and there is no way I can even get it out, especially because it’s pressing my tongue down.“Close your mouth over the fabric.” He commands and I do so. 

Next, I hear the sound of tape being ripped from a roll and my eyes widen under the blindfold in surprise and slight fear. He was going to tape my mouth shut?My lips close as much over the fabric as I can, and the sticky substance is placed over them. I hear more ripping and before I know it, He is winding the tape around my head!

With every wind round, the cloth was tightly secured in my mouth and my mouth felt sealed shut. I counted around 8 winds of tape around my head before he stopped and smooths the end of the tape down. He then uses both hands to smooth down the rest of the tape, hand-gagging me for a few moments.

“How about you give me a little yell into this new gag? Come on, call for help. Try and have someone come to your rescue.” “Mmmmph! Mmmph!!” I mumbled behind the cloth and tape – there was barely a sound!“Hm, very nice,” he says and then I feel the ropes around my body that held me to the chair being loosened.I try to ask him what he’s doing but he doesn’t answer, and I doubt I’m making any sense anyway. 

“I’m only untying you from the chair, so I can move you to another location. Get ready to start hopping.” He explains as he pulls me up from the chair. He guides me along as I start hopping to god knows where grunting in my gag now and then. I hear a door opening, so I know I’m in another room of some kind – maybe a closet?I hop a few more steps before I’m told to stop, and he lifts me before laying me down onto something hard and cold. A table.

Where am I? Why does he have me on a table?“Okay for this next part, I do believe I’m going to have to get quite intimate with you. But judging by your reaction to everything I’m sure you won’t mind right?” His voice is so velvety smooth once again I could just melt. He was right, I didn’t mind at all. 

What I did want to know, however, was what the hell he was planning on doing to me!The ropes around my knees are untied, leaving me able to open my legs a bit easier than before. I then feel my skirt gently being pushed up by his hands as he caresses my legs. I lightly moan at his touch. Hmm… that feels nice. After a few moments of his gentle caressing, my pantyhose slowly starts to descend my legs, along with my panties and my anticipation is now building. I wanted him to touch me. I yearned for his touch. 

There’s not a sound uttered between the two of us at this moment and I feel the coldness of something inserted into me. I squeal in surprise and delight. Is that a vibrator?! I utter another few sounds, but he ignores me and proceeds to pull my pantyhose backup and fixes my skirt to its original place. My legs are then closed, and the tight feeling of rope is back as he binds my knees back together. What the hell is going on?

“I’m sure you can guess what I’ve added for you Stephanie. But if not, let me help you out. It’s a vibrator.” Okay, that much I knew. But it isn’t turned on…“As I said before, I’ve still got a ton of work to do. You being in my office all bound and gagged and dry humping a chair isn’t going to help. So, I brought you into the conference room, so you won’t be a distraction.” 

WHAT?! The CONFERENCE Room?! 

My mind goes into a panic and I begin to struggle wildly in the tight bonds, trying to yell at him. What on Earth was he thinking?! “Now Stephanie, settle down. Let’s not draw attention to ourselves. Just so, you know the conference room is barely used. Plus, it’s dark here and no one can see in. The only way someone will see you is if you’re making a ton of noise.” He chuckles darkly.

“That’s where my little friend comes in.” He adds, and I feel the vibrator start buzzing inside me. “Mmmmph!” I squealed, writhing around on the table.The vibrations last around 30 seconds before the buzzing stops and I pant slightly into my gag.“As you can probably tell, it’s remote-controlled. Which means I’ll be in charge when you get off.” I can picture his cocky smirk through my blindfold and I growl. Bastard. 

“I’m going to leave you to your enjoyment whilst I finish up that work, and I’ll see you in a few hours, my little hostage. Try not to scream too loud, yeah?” He chuckles as he gently pats my cheek and then places a kiss on my tape-gagged mouth. By this point, I’m still struggling in the tight ropes he tied around me and I’m calling out for him. However, this was all to no avail, as I hear his footsteps go further and further away from me and a door closes. 

I cannot believe he left me alone, again - let alone with a vibrator that he controls! It takes about five or so minutes until I calm down and decide I must go with my fate. What other choice did I have? I let out a sigh and relaxed in my bonds. The relaxation was short-lived, as my little buzzing friend jumped to life once again. “Mmmmph!” I mewled into my gag, for no one to hear.

I cannot BELIEVE I’ve let him do this to me! The vibrations have been intermittent, lasting from seconds to minutes - each burst was different. Currently, the vibrator was off, thank the lord. This gave me more time to struggle in the ropes I was tied so tightly in, and work out if I could escape. 

I wiggle my fingers around and twist my hands to see if there was a chance at getting any potential knots, but they were far out of my reach - He definitely knew what he was doing. He knew how to keep me as his little prisoner like he wanted. The escape attempt continues, but I’m sure all I’m doing is just rocking from side to side and not really making any progress. Since I’m blindfolded, it really limits my concept of time, so I don’t know how long I’ve been at this for. 

I stop struggling in an effort to get my breath back and save my energy a bit. He had said I’d be here for a few hours, would I even make it to then? It is then that I’m pulled out of my daydream to the vibrator buzzing to life once again and I squeal into the tight gag in my mouth, my body jolting also. Oh god, not this again! I let out a long groan into the huge amount of fabric stuffed in my mouth and started writing around on the table once more. I couldn’t deal with all the teasing! The vibrator then turns up to a higher setting, sending me into a frenzy. 

“Mmmmph!!” I mewled into the tight tape gag, as I continued to struggle on the table in my bondage. Slowly but surely, the vibrations tighten my arousal and now I’m left continuously moaning and writhing around like a horny minx on the conference room table. I bet that would be a sight if anyone walks in here. I pulled at the ropes around my wrists and grunted in my gag, barely being able to really concentrate on trying to free myself. Now, my mind is wandering once again- back to those dirty thoughts. 

My imagination begins to run wild with my current situation and I begin to think about all the things that he would have in store for me whilst he plans on keeping me his “hostage” 

Maybe he might come in here later and play with me himself, when he gets a break… or would he just stand and watch his captive struggle in the tight hogtie he put her in? The thoughts were too much!

As the vibrations continue, so do my moans and I start grinding my hips into the table in order to feel the vibrations better. Oh my gosh, this was so HOT. I do this for a while and the vibrator is still on. Over time my arousal builds and builds, bringing me up to peak horniness and I can feel a sexual release brewing. If I just keep grinding away with the vibrator I’m sure I’ll be able to reach an orgasm fairly soon. And then, just when I think I’m onto a winner, the vibrator turns off.

What?! No!! “Mmmmmph! Mmmph!!” I call out in frustration, thrashing around in the ropes in an attempt to replicate the feeling I was experiencing just seconds ago. God damnit, I was getting so close! Now I have to start all over again! How could he do this to me? That’s just cruel. 

Okay, maybe a little over dramatic there, but wouldn’t you be if you were denied your orgasm?! He already teased me enough this afternoon. I panted heavily into the gag and decided I should take a break for a few moments. I’m able to regain my breath and then go back to struggling again.Now even though the vibrator isn’t on currently, I’m still getting some sort of pleasure from it being inside me anyway - so I’ll use that to my advantage. It’s then that I begin grinding my hips once more, writhing in my tight hogtie. Hopefully I’ll get my release soon… please turn the vibrator back on!

After my begging and pleading, he finally grants me the pleasure I’d been dying for. The orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami, and I’m left shaking and panting heavily. “MMMPH!” I squealed into the large, sodden wad of cloth in my mouth, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head. Oh my goodness, what a FEELING!A few minutes go by and I finally stop shaking, but I’m still on cloud nine with the euphoria I’d just experienced. Whilst I’m laying there, I hadn’t noticed that he had raised my head up once more and removed my blindfold. 

I have to blink a few times to adjust to the light streaming in through the huge windows in the conference room. Once my eyes have become accustomed to the light, my eyes meet with Nathan’s hazel brown ones and that permanent smirk is playing on his lips. “Enjoy yourself?” He asks, normally. “Mmmph!” I growled at him. Again, he has the nerve to tease me right now… after teasing me for so long sexually! 

A deep chuckle emits from his mouth. “Oh stop your whining, you know you had a lot of fun. Plus, there’s more where that came from.” He grins down at me and I look back at him, raising my brow in confusion. What did he mean by that? He was going to keep me his prisoner for the foreseeable future? 

My look was ignored and his hands moved to the back of my head. “I’m going to take off this gag, and I don’t want to hear any fuss from you. You will speak when you are spoken to, understood?” He says to me strictly, his tone bearing a no-nonsense policy. Where did this side of him appear from? I could not figure out where this change had occurred in him over the last few hours. 

As much as I thought about maybe pushing my luck and putting up more of a fight, I had no idea what he would do to me if I didn't heed his warning. Do you even want to know? Don't piss off an extremely hot man who is making all of your fantasies a reality! As my eyes meet his once more, I give him a small and shy nod to let him know that I would stay quiet after he untaped my mouth and took the stuffing out. I had to admit though, I'm definitely happy to know that the sodden rag will be out of my mouth in a few moments time - I wasn't sure how long that would have to stay in my mouth for! 

His fingers make work of the end of the tape, his nails picking at it to free it from the other many wraps around my mouth and head. Soon enough, I hear the high-pitched ripping of duct tape, and there is a release of pressure. The tape takes longer than I thought to get off, I think he was being careful of getting too much of my hair and skin pulled whilst he removed it, so he took his time. 

Once the tape is removed from my mouth, all that is left is the large ball of cloth that he had wedged deeply into my mouth - now nothing but a sodden lump of white fabric tinted grey slightly with my saliva. "Spit out the cloth Stephanie," He commands, discarding the duct tape off to the side for the time being. I then proceed to work my tongue up and around the wad of cloth, slowly but gently pushing it out of my mouth and hearing it land on the table with a quiet 'thud'

"Ugh.." I winced, coughing slightly and licking my -very- dry lips in an attempt to restore the moisture in them. It felt really good to not have my mouth stretched wide open for a change. 

I wondered if/when he was going to untie me. I wiggle slightly as I lay on the table, not sure about what his next move would be. The ropes had not bunched an inch in all my pulling and struggling over the last few hours - He really was some sort of expert when it came to ropes and tying knots. Of course, he would be... 

"I think you have something to say to me, don't you?" He asks me, looking down at me as he rests his palms on the brown mahogany desk, leaning oh-so-close to my face. Again I was left confused. What the hell was he talking about?"I don't understand..." I tell him shyly, barely even able to look at him due to the warmth spreading to my cheeks. He brings his face even closer, and there's barely any space between the two of us. 

"Thank me." Those two words seem simple, but hold so much weighting to them. This look we were sharing right now held a thousand words, even though only two were spoken. It was like he was now slowly getting me to submit to him. And I didn't mind. I knew that whatever this would be if I wasn't comfortable, I wouldn't be where I am now and he would never have pursued this.But I wanted him to control me some more... I liked being helpless to him - no matter how much he teased me. 

"T-thank you..." I stutter. "Sir." He chimes in. "What?" "That's thank you, Sir. That's how you'll address me from now on." I let out a sigh. "Thank you... Sir." I say slowly, feeling strange saying it. The cocky smirk returns and his grip on my chin loosens. "Good girl." He coos at me, then moves out of my sight. 

I feel a slight pulling at the ropes and the rope holding my wrists to my ankles is untied, allowing me to stretch my legs out fully. I let out a sigh of relief. "Now I think it's time to move this back to somewhere a little more private. So I'm going to prepare you a little better for our journey." He explains to me, continuing to untie the ropes around my ankles and calves. What did he mean by that, where were we going? By now, my legs were almost fully untied, minus my knees. Why did he leave those still tied together?

He moved to sit me up, before helping to plant my feet firmly on the ground. His big tanned hands hold my waist as he then pulls me forwards slightly, standing me up. I let out a small squeal as I wobbled in the remaining ropes that held my body tightly - especially those around my knees. "I'm going to get your things and then we'll leave, don't go anywhere." He teases and winks at me before turning around and stalking over to the door. 

I began to wiggle around in the ropes, slightly worried where we might be going - He didn't tell me anything! "Wait, Sir! Where are you taking me? And why am I still tied up?" I asked, almost frantically, still twisting in my bondage. He completely ignores me and continues to walk out of the conference room and over to my desk to get my coat and purse. I was really tired of his cockiness. He can't just keep me all tied up and not give me any explanation as to what was going on! 

I continued to wiggle and struggle in the ropes, seeing if there was any way that I would be able to at least free some of the knots somehow. But I was stuck - He was definitely a pro at knots!

A few moments later, he re-enters the room and walks over to me, grinning as he sees me struggling futilely in my rope prison. "There's no point looking for an escape, young Stephanie. You won't find one." He chuckles. 

I give up for a moment, and let out a huff of air, blowing a stray strand of hair out of my face. "Where is it exactly that you plan on taking me? I have a right to know. Otherwise, that's technically kidnapping." I sassed, feeling my patience running thin. "Such a feisty one, aren't we?" He mocks. "I don't think we can class it as kidnapping, sweetheart... more just - picking up from where we started. You can't deny that you're already enjoying yourself, so I'm just prolonging this little game." He explained it to me. 

Ugh! I would never get any information out of him at this rate - he was a closed book! He then slips my black trench coat on me, doing up the buttons. Next, he buckles up the belt, making sure it's just around where my wrists are. It adds a second tightness to my wrists, preventing me from being able to move and wiggle so much.

He finishes off by slipping the empty sleeves of my coat into the pockets. To the normal person, it would look as if there was nothing wrong. The jacket was also long enough so it would cover the ropes that bound my knees together. Wow... he was like a bondage genius! He stands back to check nothing is on show and a wide grin spreads across his face. "Perfect." He comments. "Now, let's start moving." 

What?! He wanted me to WALK like this? "Sir, there's no way I can walk like this, you've got me tied up way too tight! How am I supposed to walk with my legs tied together? " I complained, wiggling around to show him my dilemma. "You can take smaller steps. " He says simply. "What did I tell you about the way that you address me? Have you already forgotten? Maybe I'll just have to plug your mouth to stop you talking altogether." 

I see him start to reach for the wad of cloth that was previously stuffed in my mouth and my eyes widened. No way! I shake my head rapidly. "No, please no! not that again! I promise that I won't complain anymore, I'll be good, Sir!" I pleaded with him, hoping that the use of the title would appease him enough to re-think gagging me. 

He stops reaching for the cloth and stands up straight, smoothing out his crisp suit jacket. “Well then let’s go, my little captive.” He grins and gives me a gentle shove, making me start to walk. It’s definitely not easy, but with smaller steps I’m able to make my way to the open door. He followed closely behind me and locked the door behind us, guiding me to the elevator. 

We get into the elevator and wait to get down to the lobby, with me struggling slightly in my tight bonds. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” I said, as I glanced over at him. “Oh? Or is it that you can believe you LET me do this to you?” He quizzes me, staring right back into my eyes. There he goes again, shutting me right up. He was right. If I didn’t want him to tie me up, I wouldn’t have let things go this far. Clearly I enjoyed being bound and gagged by him. 

And on some level, I guess I was excited to see where he was taking me next, and what he was going to do with me.

END OF PART 1 !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!