“Holy hell,” I breathed, taking in the image of my near-naked boss hanging bound and gagged. I couldn’t say it really was a dream of mine, but – damn. I stared at her for several moments, my manhood twitching in a very pleased manner, and began to wonder just how Sally had gotten tied up like this. My desk was right by her small office and I hadn’t seen anyone enter all day. I blinked. Come to think of it – I hadn’t seen Sally enter this morning and I had been the first one in. Which meant – she had been here all night. Huh. I wondered who she was playing these games with. Well, I guess I should be nice and… My thought broke off, my hand nearly to her taped over mouth. Why couldn’t I have some fun with her? Sure, I could lose my job afterward, but… I grinned, watching her blue eyes widen. She tried to speak, but her voice was muffled as my boss struggled in her bonds.
“Before I do anything,” I said softly, “We’re going to play ‘Twenty Questions,’ ‘kay? Blink once for ‘yes’ and twice for ‘no.’ Understand?”
Blink.
“Do you know who did this to you?”
Blink.
“Do I know who did this to you?”
Her beautiful, fearful blue eyes blinked. Interesting. I didn’t know of anyone else who worked as late as we did – We were generally the last to leave at night. Guess neither of us had much of a life after work.
“Was it someone in management?”
Blink. Damn, she was screwing one of the bosses. My glee grew. That was a big no-no with the company, what with the President being a hard as balls woman. A great looker, even in her fifties. Out of my league, of course. Didn’t think I was the Prez’s type either. Not that I knew what that was. Okay. Focus Dan. Next question.
“Was it someone in this department?”
Blink. Woah. That narrowed down the choices. Let’s see, besides Sally here hanging on the wall of her closet, there was Bill, Roger, and Margaret, the Head of our three sections.
“Was it Bill?”
Blink blink. I really didn’t think it would have been him. He was pretty whipped by his wife.
“How about Roger?”
Blink blink. Huh. It seemed to the type to be into this kind of kink. Not that I could really tell. He was still single, but I had never heard any particular gossip about him. Ah, well, that just left… Margaret. Hadn’t thought of either Margaret or Sally playing that side of the field, let alone together. Margaret was always pleasant, polite, nice. Never without a complement. Unlike the cunt here. I leaned in close, my mouth inches from her ear. She winced.
“Margaret?” My eyes were on hers.
Blink blink. Really? That meant –
“You did this to yourself?”
Blink. Fuck. What was running through this bitch’s head, tying herself up at work? Too easy to get caught and taken advantage of. By men like… Me. Shit. I stepped back, taking another look at her. The straps looked pretty simple, akin to leather belts but with more holes for a tighter fit except for… The strap around her left hand. That was held in place by a small lock rather than a buckle. I lowered my gaze to the floor, searching about her bare feet until – Aha! There it was. I bent at the knees and picked up the small key by her polished pink toes. I suppressed a giggle. Such a hard-ass and here was all this pink. Guess she wanted to feel like a woman. I lifted my gaze, about to stand up, and blinked. Before my eyes was the Holy of Holies, her bright pink satin panties stretched across her womanhood without any hint of camel toe. Damn. I took a deep breath, the heady aroma filling my nose. I wanted to lean forward and take a lick, discover the taste of her rose, but – she had been hanging to the wall of the closet all night. One touch and Sally might loose some fluids upon I did not want to meet. Not my cup of tea. I straightened up, looking her in the face once more. A bit of relief had entered her blue eyes, but the fear was still there.
“I have the key,” I said.
Blink.
“I could let you go.”
Blink.
“I could,” I smiled, lowering my voice to an ominous tone, “Fuck you right here.”
Blink blink, she shook.
“We’re the only ones left,” I said. “No one would know but us.”
Blink.
“You did this to yourself.”
Blink.
“You left yourself open to be taken advantage of.”
Blink.
“You wanted someone to find you like this, didn’t you?”
Blink blink.
“Oh?” I said. “You tied yourself up for no reason?”
Blink blink.
“Hmmm. Well,” I said. “This is going rather poorly for a proper conversation. I ought to remove that gag so we can talk normally. Would you like that?”
Her blue eyes blinked.
“Even though we are here alone at work,” I said. “Do you promise to use your indoor voice? No yelling or screaming?”
Blink. Small tears pooled at the corners of her eyes.
“Very good,” I smiled. “One blink for fast and two for slow.”
Her eyes searched mine for a moment, then… Blink.
“Don’t tense,” I warned, reaching for the tape across her lips. “It’ll hurt more.”
Sally nodded, taking a deep breath through her nose. I waited a moment, watching for her face to relax. She appeared to – slightly – and I ripped the tape off, a yowl escaping through the cloth muffling her voice. My boss tried to spit the cotton invader off when her cry fell away, but without any luck. I shrugged and reached into her mouth, pulling it out.
“Th-thank you,” my boss stammered hoarsely.
“You’re welcome,” I replied. “Now, could you please tell me why in the name of God you did this to yourself?” |