“uh uh, not in front, in behind. Actually, let me help you with that,” Sandra said as she plucked the lock out of Nate’s hand and stepped behind his chair. She expertly pulled his arm around behind the back of his chair and threaded the cuff through the bars of the seat back. With one smooth motion, she clicked the lock into place on the cuff and Nate was suddenly locked to the chair.
“Now then, romantic, you say, hmm? I suppose. If I do stuff like touch you and play with your senses, then that would be romantic,” she leaned forward from behind the chair. Her hair played down over the side of Nate’s face and draped over his shoulder. Her perfume was somehow more powerful now and he could feel the heat of her body right next to his. Her hands ran softly down his arms and then back up and under his shirt sleeves. “Yes, very romantic to feel your hard body. So firm and muscular and just begging to be owned by someone who knows how to control men.”
She removed her hands from his shirt sleeves and moved them down to the bottom of his shirt. She moaned softly as her hands rode up, under his shirt to his stomach and then to his chest. “Yes, so firm.”
Nate squirmed slowly as he wasn’t ready for all of this so quickly. Her aggression was catching him off guard and it was definitely making something else very firm, very fast. He could feel his face blushing at his sudden predicament.
“I see that you agree with your initial assessment, yes?” her eyelashes dipped as she stared down at his package straining under his trousers. Her hands followed her eyes and in a moment one hand was rubbing his package over his trousers while her other hand undid his button and zipper.
Finally, with his trousers opened, her hands cupped and squeezed his member and his balls. “Sandra… please.. no”
“You don’t like this? Because it sure seems like you do. It’s pretty difficult for you to deny that to me,” she retorted as she continued to rub his package.
Nate blushed harder and continued to squirm.
“Fine, let’s see if you still think this is romantic,” she replied as she abruptly removed her hands from his body and stepped back. She leaned over and pulled out a gag from her naughty drawer.
She studied the gag for a moment. “Well, Nate, I have a couple of meetings back to back now and I don’t have enough time to sort you out, so you’ll need to stay here,” she stated matter-of-factly as she roughly shoved the ball between his teeth and proceeded to buckle it tight behind his head. “I’ll only be a few hours. And I’ll know exactly where you are the whole time,” she grinned as she dangled the cuffs’ key centimeters from his face before clipping it onto a necklace that had been hiding under her blouse. She dropped the key back under shirt so it was nestled in between her perfectly shaped breasts.
“Still romantic?” she chuckled as she turned and headed for the door. Nate watched helplessly as her cute little ass disappeared out of the door. A moment later he heard a pair of clicks as the door was locked from the outside.
If someone had told Nate last week that he’d end up handcuffed in a VP’s office, he wouldn’t have believed it for even a moment. Now he sat there in a chair, handcuffed, gagged, his trousers undone and a raging erection. This was not how his day was supposed to go. He twisted his wrists in the cuffs from side to side. There wasn’t much give while his arms were pinned behind his back. It was probably just as well anyways because the edges of the cuffs dug into his skin as he twisted his arms.
He gave up on twisting and resorted to trying to push the gag out of his mouth. Chewing on the ball only reinforced the helplessness of his situation. The ball was huge and the strap holding it in place was along the outside of the ball, so it was seated deep in his mouth. Because of its size, he couldn’t get it out and around the strap. After working the ball against the strap for a few minutes his jaw muscles were fatigued and aching. He slumped in the chair for a moment. At least his erection had faded.
Nate renewed his efforts as he twisted and squirmed in the chair. He was able to stand forward enough that he could’ve stood up and carried the chair somewhere, but he couldn’t get a grip on the back, so it was going to rest on the chain between his cuffs. He tried this once, but the amount of pain that the cuffs delivered to his wrists was significant and there was nowhere to go anyways. He set the chair back down and sighed.
He couldn’t do anything. There was no escape, he couldn’t read anything, and there wasn’t anything for him to do with his hands. All he could do is sit and wait. And wait. It felt like hours had passed already but it was probably only five minutes since Sandra had left him here.
Nate spent the next couple of hours switching between recalling what she had said to him at the event yesterday and trying to distract himself by looking out the window. Naked? Tied to the ceiling? Of a dungeon?! Clearly this woman was familiar with bdsm. And not just by reading about it or looking at pictures, but she seemed like a practicing, genuine domme. Nate knew what it was about, but had never engaged in its practice. It was just something that other people did. Now, it seemed, he was in that scene too. No, not by choice. If it wasn’t by his choice, then he wasn’t really in the scene, right?
“How much longer is she going to be?” he wondered to himself. He could feel a rising need to go pee. Squirming in place helped a bunch, but annoyingly, he was getting a reaction erection from having a full bladder. This was definitely not what he needed at this point in time. He tried to ignore it initially, but as time wore on, Nate was having to resort to shifting back and forth to try and find a way to quell the rising need.
It was approaching lunch time and his discomfort was getting out of hand when he heard a key slide into the lock of the door. With a couple of clicks, the door opened and Sandra strode into the room, “And how is my little toy doing?”
She smiled mischievously as she rounded the desk and gazed at Nate’s obvious erection. “Oh, so you did enjoy yourself while I was gone, hmm? That is fantastic news!” She put one hand on the back the chair, leaned forward and put her other hand on his crotch. The key on her necklace popped out of her blouse and swung tantalizingly close to Nate’s face as she stared at him with her large almond eyes.
“I suppose you want this?” She glanced down towards the key. Nate nodded, trying not to seem too eager. “Well alright then.”
She stood straight up again, releasing her touch on his junk, but keeping her body right next to him. She pretended to pout as she meticulously unclipped the key from her necklace. Once it was removed she crouched down to his cuffs and in a few moments, unlocked one of the cuffs. Stiffly, Nate leaned forward and threaded his arm and the remaining cuff through the chair’s frame. Instinctively, he rubbed his wrists for a few seconds before lifting up his hands to unbuckle his gag.
Sandra stood up and stepped back, waiting for Nate to ask him for the key. Once the gag was out of his mouth he cycled his jaw while he placed the implement on the desk. The next thing he addressed was zipping up his trousers.
“C-can I remove the other cuff, please?” Nate asked quietly as he lifted up his arm with the cuff still attached to it.
“Only if you address me as Miss Sandra,” she smiled gleefully as she held the key up.
“Please Miss Sandra, can I remove the other cuff?”
“Oh pet, how can I say no when you beg so nicely,” she grinned as she reached up to his wrist and quickly unlocked and removed the cuff. “Hmm, maybe next time, you should kneel and beg with more enthusiasm.” She put the cuffs on the desk and waved to the door.
“Ok, that’s all for today, pet. Please see yourself out and I’ll call you when I need you to come over again. I don’t think I need to say it, but if you breathe a word of what happened here, your days at this company are over,” that sinister smile had returned to her face indicating a resolve that made Nate uncomfortable.
Nate kept his eyes cast on the floor and nodded, “Yes Miss Sandra.” He stepped out of the office, closing the door behind him. He paused and suddenly wondered why he had addressed her as Miss Sandra just then. He rubbed his wrists as he looked down the hall and started walking back to his desk. For some reason, it felt like there were more people looking at him now. Did they know? Did she tell them? How else would they know? Had this happened to other people at this company before? This just happened, they couldn’t know, right?…
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