Dear all,
This is a quick message to say all holiday requests are cancelled/refused until further notice. If you have holidays booked, you can cancel them. We all need to go the extra mile for this company over the next few months so we can break our previous profit record.
If you don’t turn up, you can expect your pay docked and I will be accepting no exceptions.
Lets go team!
Kendra.
As I read the e-mail from the boss of this company, you can imagine the reaction of both myself and other people around me in the office. Various amounts of tutting, head shakes and muttering were apparent.
I had also joined in with this reaction, I mean how out of touch could she possibly be? I had started working here just over a year ago and should have seen the signs. All the red flags were there from the start. As a new member of the team I was kept relatively separate from everyone else. Soon enough staying late went from a one off to most evenings. I was tired. I think everyone else was to.
My name was Danny and I was an assistant at this financial services company. I was in my late twenties with short brown hair. Most people would probably describe me of an average build. On this day I was wearing black trousers, a long sleeved light blue shirt and black shoes.
Now you might query why people would stay in such a company. Its a valid question and one that is complicated to answer. Kendra did not like complaints. As a powerful woman at the head of this company she knew how to reel people in. Pay in fairness was above average and each job was advertised with certain perks. Those who had no problem being walked over would be allowed to stay. Those who expressed dissatisfaction could find themselves out of a job and blacklisted. Kendra could be quite the cold hearted, calculating bitch when she wanted to be.
As the rest of the office descended into dissatisfied grumbles, grumbles which I was fully prepared to join in with, something caught my eye.
My mouse clicked to open the e-mail and I was...shocked. I needed to keep this as discreet as possible. This had to be fake surely. Was it another employee that had set up a similar e-mail address that was similar? Like an archaeologist transcribing hieroglyphics carefully I studied each character of the e-mail address with care. This was genuine, I could feel a flutter of excitement.
I had to be careful with my next move. It was time Kendra’s reign was taken down a notch or two. Had she even realised the error? This was big. This was leverage potentially. There were so many options here.
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i normally prefer the girls to be doing the tying up, but you're set this up beautifully! Looking forward to how Kendra receives her 'come-uppance?'
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Thank you!LunaDog wrote: 1 month ago i normally prefer the girls to be doing the tying up, but you're set this up beautifully! Looking forward to how Kendra receives her 'come-uppance?'
Glad you liked it. I saw a variation of the message somewhere else and it gave me an idea to run with it. As I started writing it gave me a number of ideas on where to take it. Next part soon!-
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“Come in.” Kendra answered in a half interested tone. The cream soles of her red expensive looking high heels were my first sight of her as I entered through the door to her office. Her legs were crossed as she leaned back in her plush black leather chair with arm rests. Her fingers were tapping away on her phone messaging somebody about something.
Despite her personality in my dealings with her so far, Kendra was quite an attractive woman. The 38 year old kept herself in decent shape. Her long, slender legs were on display beneath the tan pantyhose. The skirt of her figure hugging grey sweater dress had risen slightly to display much of her thighs. It was difficult to know where to look.
Her long curly blonde hair hung loose today, sometimes it was tied up in a ponytail, but today it hung loosely to just below her shoulders. Her naturally large breasts the final piece of the puzzle as they poked out from underneath the top part of her dress.
She took one look at me and rolled her eyes, something I was used to by now.
“Ugh what do you want? If its about the holidays, forget it. I’m not interested...”
“Its not actually.” I cut her off in a confident tone, well as confident as I could muster. The interruption caused her to glance away from her phone. She could be unpredictable at times.
“Then?...” she asked impatiently, raising a hand and gesturing to speed it up.
Without saying a word I slid an A4 piece of paper over her desk. The tension in the room was growing.
“WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THIS?” She asked in a hissed whisper after turning the paper over half interested to begin with.
“You know, your mouth looks so much better stuffed than speaking with such an attitude.” I smirked.
For once, Kendra was speechless. Suddenly she didn’t seem quite so powerful. Panic was setting in, furious but at the same time knowing she could not chance me spreading this around.
“It was very kind of you to send it to me, I had no idea you were into this sort of thing.”
“You...you are done here. Done. Pack your things.”
“Well that is a shame. Technically though, I quit. I have more copies of that picture photocopied by the way. I’m sure the others will love to see it.” I smirked. Despite her trying to stay in control of this situation the increasing panic on her fsce told a very different story, especially as I stood up.
I took two, maybe three paces before I heard something that was music to my ears.
“Wait!”
I paused. Turning around to face her again.
She gulped, indicating this was a position she was not used to being in.
“What do you want? How much do you want to make this all go away?” She asked quietly.
“Oh Kendra. With the picture and after finding your kinky account of other modelling pictures...its a price I don’t think you will pay. But maybe, if you get over here, on your knees and beg. Maybe we can work something out?” I smirked. A power obsessed bitch like Kendra would surely not lower herself to such a demand.
It looked that way to begin with, a tense stand off as she shook her head from behind the desk.
Then it happened. She stood up, walked slowly over to me and carefully lowered herself to her knees looking up at me.
“Please. Please don’t. Lets work something out.” She spoke softly.
With three short sentences I knew in that moment, I had her. It was hard to hide the grin forming.
Despite her personality in my dealings with her so far, Kendra was quite an attractive woman. The 38 year old kept herself in decent shape. Her long, slender legs were on display beneath the tan pantyhose. The skirt of her figure hugging grey sweater dress had risen slightly to display much of her thighs. It was difficult to know where to look.
Her long curly blonde hair hung loose today, sometimes it was tied up in a ponytail, but today it hung loosely to just below her shoulders. Her naturally large breasts the final piece of the puzzle as they poked out from underneath the top part of her dress.
She took one look at me and rolled her eyes, something I was used to by now.
“Ugh what do you want? If its about the holidays, forget it. I’m not interested...”
“Its not actually.” I cut her off in a confident tone, well as confident as I could muster. The interruption caused her to glance away from her phone. She could be unpredictable at times.
“Then?...” she asked impatiently, raising a hand and gesturing to speed it up.
Without saying a word I slid an A4 piece of paper over her desk. The tension in the room was growing.
“WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THIS?” She asked in a hissed whisper after turning the paper over half interested to begin with.
“You know, your mouth looks so much better stuffed than speaking with such an attitude.” I smirked.
For once, Kendra was speechless. Suddenly she didn’t seem quite so powerful. Panic was setting in, furious but at the same time knowing she could not chance me spreading this around.
“It was very kind of you to send it to me, I had no idea you were into this sort of thing.”
“You...you are done here. Done. Pack your things.”
“Well that is a shame. Technically though, I quit. I have more copies of that picture photocopied by the way. I’m sure the others will love to see it.” I smirked. Despite her trying to stay in control of this situation the increasing panic on her fsce told a very different story, especially as I stood up.
I took two, maybe three paces before I heard something that was music to my ears.
“Wait!”
I paused. Turning around to face her again.
She gulped, indicating this was a position she was not used to being in.
“What do you want? How much do you want to make this all go away?” She asked quietly.
“Oh Kendra. With the picture and after finding your kinky account of other modelling pictures...its a price I don’t think you will pay. But maybe, if you get over here, on your knees and beg. Maybe we can work something out?” I smirked. A power obsessed bitch like Kendra would surely not lower herself to such a demand.
It looked that way to begin with, a tense stand off as she shook her head from behind the desk.
Then it happened. She stood up, walked slowly over to me and carefully lowered herself to her knees looking up at me.
“Please. Please don’t. Lets work something out.” She spoke softly.
With three short sentences I knew in that moment, I had her. It was hard to hide the grin forming.
Fascinating premise, @Bigballgag1. Has Kendra been secretly waiting for someone to take charge of her?
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Thank you!GreyLord wrote: 1 month ago Fascinating premise, @Bigballgag1. Has Kendra been secretly waiting for someone to take charge of her?
Its a good point, one I will leave the readers to think about as the story goes on 
next part is nearly done so could possibly have it up today or tomorrow, this will be where the bondage aspect starts finally 
This has just got better and better! Looking forward to more.
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Thank you for such high praise!
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@LunaDog @GreyLord Thanks for the comments so far, here is part 3 where finally some bondage action takes place. Hope you enjoy!
After a few moments of smirking at her in her begging position, my mind was already running wild with ideas. Where should I start?
“Good. Well to start with, lets get you nice and tied up. You don’t realise how much i’ve wanted to see that for myself, before the gift of course.” I teased.
I walked over to her desk as she remained on her knees. I had no idea what I might find but i needed supplies. Drawer one was paper, drawer two was files, drawer three was more papers in a cluttered pile but drawer four was locked. My eyes scanned nearby and located the small silver key.
“Jackpot.” I called out as she went to stand. “Did I tell you to stand?” I reminded her.
“Ugh no.” She slumped.
“No? ... followed by....I’m sure you know...”
“Don’t take the piss...Master.” She gulped. All it took was a finger tap of the picture that remained on her desk.
“Better, the delay will need work.” I smirked again.
The contents of this mystery locked drawer were soon being emptied onto her desk. There was rope, rope and more rope. As well as this there were a couple of rolls of different tapes, gags and other items.
“Wow, now just what does the boss of this company need with so much bondage gear? Have you been tying yourself up at work too?” I asked curiously.
Unusually Kendra did not have an answer for this. She remained quiet and looked blankly at me.
“Get over here, lets get you tied up. Then we can have a little chat about this stuff.” I teased.
“Yes...master.” She answered with a slightly sarcastic smile, indicating her reluctance.
With that she stood up from the floor, pulling the skirt of her dress down slightly before walking over to me behind her desk. A quick gesture with my fingers to turn around was followed by her doing just that, slowly.
Wanting to get straight to the bondage, I took her by surprise. My hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Her busty upper frame bent over her desk as she soon felt the first length of white rope wrapped tightly around them. The second rope followed around her elbows, locking them together.
At first Kendra said nothing apart from the occasional grunt as each rope was tightened and secured into place. However after the second rope was secured and she was stood up in order for the ropes above and below her breasts to be secured, something seemed to change.
“You seem to know what you are doing at least.” She muttered in a tone that she didn’t want to really admit it.
“I have a little experience.” I shrugged. Despite our relationship, I was happy to accept her compliment where I could get them.
The two breast ropes were secured tightly in place, making her breasts bulge a little more. Despite the reluctance she was trying to show, the biting of her lip and the occasional groan did make me wonder if she was enjoying this in a weird way.
I helped her take a seat on her desk chair for now. Her legs pulled together as I began securing a rope around her ankles to keep them together.
“So what are your plans for me exactly? What if someone walks in and sees me?”
“We’ll get to that. The second question is not my problem.” I shrugged. My attention turning to securing a rope around her lower knees followed by her upper knees.
“So you do have a plan for me?” She probed further. “What are you going to do if someone finds out you are blackmailing me?”
“They won’t care, trust me.” I smirked. I knew she wanted some kind of reaction from me.
“But people are bound to ask questions?” She probed further, attempting to get an upper hand.
“I’m sure they will if i send your pictures to all your business contacts as well. Maybe I’ll put you on display in the middle of the office with big flashing lights? Is that what you want?”
I worked quickly to secure the rope around her thighs next.
My answer was greeted with silence. It was clear she had not anticipated it or just how unpopular she was.
With her thigh ropes secured i took a break as I leaned forward so we were face to face.
“I’m going to enjoy this. You think as always you can get out of this and remain in control. You are not this time.”
Moments of silence passed. Despite having her tied up like this in front of me, it still felt weird to be acting so dominant with her. Before the picture was sent to me, I would have to be stupid to act this way.
“Ahhh Okay.” She sighed with a smile forming on her lips. “If thats what you want, I’ll go along with whatever you have planned. I have no choice do I?” Her accepting tone as well as her answer caught me off guard a little.
“Yes...well, no you don’t.” I stammered.
“Then you probably should check my cupboard if this is going to take a while.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see.” She winked.
“Bullshit. Open up.” I instructed, wanting to end this interaction. I hated to admit it but she was winding me up just as she wanted here.
She elegantly licked both lips before opening her mouth obediently. I wasted no time in securing a red ballgag between those lips from her drawer of items and securing the strap tightly behind her head.
“That will do for now. You can watch as I rework your previous e-mail.” I smirked, trying to get control once again.
Kendra began to playfully struggle in her bonds, seeming to enjoy the tight thoroughness of my work. It was no amateur half hearted bondage and would serve as a good starting point.
As I started to type up an e-mail from Kendra to take back her stupid holiday idea, I couldn’t focus that well. Ever since she made reference to the cupboard, it was like it was calling me.
What was in there? Was anything in there? Was it all a trick to put her in control of her situation once again? I should ignore it probably...but curiosity is hard to resist.
“Fine. Wait here.” I answered finally as I walked over, taking her keys from the desk in case it was locked which I soon found out it was. It took me a while to work out the correct one. At last, the door was unlocked. I opened it casually expecting nothing more than a red herring.
How wrong I was.
After a few moments of smirking at her in her begging position, my mind was already running wild with ideas. Where should I start?
“Good. Well to start with, lets get you nice and tied up. You don’t realise how much i’ve wanted to see that for myself, before the gift of course.” I teased.
I walked over to her desk as she remained on her knees. I had no idea what I might find but i needed supplies. Drawer one was paper, drawer two was files, drawer three was more papers in a cluttered pile but drawer four was locked. My eyes scanned nearby and located the small silver key.
“Jackpot.” I called out as she went to stand. “Did I tell you to stand?” I reminded her.
“Ugh no.” She slumped.
“No? ... followed by....I’m sure you know...”
“Don’t take the piss...Master.” She gulped. All it took was a finger tap of the picture that remained on her desk.
“Better, the delay will need work.” I smirked again.
The contents of this mystery locked drawer were soon being emptied onto her desk. There was rope, rope and more rope. As well as this there were a couple of rolls of different tapes, gags and other items.
“Wow, now just what does the boss of this company need with so much bondage gear? Have you been tying yourself up at work too?” I asked curiously.
Unusually Kendra did not have an answer for this. She remained quiet and looked blankly at me.
“Get over here, lets get you tied up. Then we can have a little chat about this stuff.” I teased.
“Yes...master.” She answered with a slightly sarcastic smile, indicating her reluctance.
With that she stood up from the floor, pulling the skirt of her dress down slightly before walking over to me behind her desk. A quick gesture with my fingers to turn around was followed by her doing just that, slowly.
Wanting to get straight to the bondage, I took her by surprise. My hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Her busty upper frame bent over her desk as she soon felt the first length of white rope wrapped tightly around them. The second rope followed around her elbows, locking them together.
At first Kendra said nothing apart from the occasional grunt as each rope was tightened and secured into place. However after the second rope was secured and she was stood up in order for the ropes above and below her breasts to be secured, something seemed to change.
“You seem to know what you are doing at least.” She muttered in a tone that she didn’t want to really admit it.
“I have a little experience.” I shrugged. Despite our relationship, I was happy to accept her compliment where I could get them.
The two breast ropes were secured tightly in place, making her breasts bulge a little more. Despite the reluctance she was trying to show, the biting of her lip and the occasional groan did make me wonder if she was enjoying this in a weird way.
I helped her take a seat on her desk chair for now. Her legs pulled together as I began securing a rope around her ankles to keep them together.
“So what are your plans for me exactly? What if someone walks in and sees me?”
“We’ll get to that. The second question is not my problem.” I shrugged. My attention turning to securing a rope around her lower knees followed by her upper knees.
“So you do have a plan for me?” She probed further. “What are you going to do if someone finds out you are blackmailing me?”
“They won’t care, trust me.” I smirked. I knew she wanted some kind of reaction from me.
“But people are bound to ask questions?” She probed further, attempting to get an upper hand.
“I’m sure they will if i send your pictures to all your business contacts as well. Maybe I’ll put you on display in the middle of the office with big flashing lights? Is that what you want?”
I worked quickly to secure the rope around her thighs next.
My answer was greeted with silence. It was clear she had not anticipated it or just how unpopular she was.
With her thigh ropes secured i took a break as I leaned forward so we were face to face.
“I’m going to enjoy this. You think as always you can get out of this and remain in control. You are not this time.”
Moments of silence passed. Despite having her tied up like this in front of me, it still felt weird to be acting so dominant with her. Before the picture was sent to me, I would have to be stupid to act this way.
“Ahhh Okay.” She sighed with a smile forming on her lips. “If thats what you want, I’ll go along with whatever you have planned. I have no choice do I?” Her accepting tone as well as her answer caught me off guard a little.
“Yes...well, no you don’t.” I stammered.
“Then you probably should check my cupboard if this is going to take a while.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see.” She winked.
“Bullshit. Open up.” I instructed, wanting to end this interaction. I hated to admit it but she was winding me up just as she wanted here.
She elegantly licked both lips before opening her mouth obediently. I wasted no time in securing a red ballgag between those lips from her drawer of items and securing the strap tightly behind her head.
“That will do for now. You can watch as I rework your previous e-mail.” I smirked, trying to get control once again.
Kendra began to playfully struggle in her bonds, seeming to enjoy the tight thoroughness of my work. It was no amateur half hearted bondage and would serve as a good starting point.
As I started to type up an e-mail from Kendra to take back her stupid holiday idea, I couldn’t focus that well. Ever since she made reference to the cupboard, it was like it was calling me.
What was in there? Was anything in there? Was it all a trick to put her in control of her situation once again? I should ignore it probably...but curiosity is hard to resist.
“Fine. Wait here.” I answered finally as I walked over, taking her keys from the desk in case it was locked which I soon found out it was. It took me a while to work out the correct one. At last, the door was unlocked. I opened it casually expecting nothing more than a red herring.
How wrong I was.
This Kendra sounds like quite a girl. Well done!
Now Danny has Kendra as his new play toy. I am eagerly waiting to learn how he will proceed.
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Thank you! She certainly does, a few twists and turns to come
Thank you, glad you liked it! A few twists to come including an answer to the cupboard mystery but hopefully all explained soon!GreyLord wrote: 1 month ago Now Danny has Kendra as his new play toy. I am eagerly waiting to learn how he will proceed.
Agreed. That will be an interesting ride!
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Sounds like she may have a someone inside the cupboard more than a something. Excellent story so far.
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Thank you, glad you are enjoying it!KCMand wrote: 1 month ago Sounds like she may have a someone inside the cupboard more than a something. Excellent story so far.
All to be revealed!
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@LunaDog @GreyLord @Caesar73 @KCMand Thanks for the support, here is the next part. Hope you enjoy!
As I opened the door to the cupboard and switched on the light, my eyes blinked a few times in disbelief at what I saw.
The cupboard was fairly large, around 2 metres squared of open space with shelving built in. The contents on the shelf included reams of paper, boxes of pens and other typically mundane supplies associated with an office like this. This was not what caught my attention.
On the floor was not one but two struggling parcels, seemingly oblivious to me being here or being unable to do anything about it.
Both women were heavily mummified with black tape from what I could see and in individual black leather sleep sacks. Hoods over both of their heads didn’t reveal much information. All I could decipher was one had long blonde hair and was of a naturally curvaceous build. The second captive had long dark brown hair and was of a slightly thinner build. The brunette was a few inches taller than the blonde.
After taking a few moments to dissect just what was in front of me, I realised I had been thrown quite a curveball. I had no plan in mind for this, how could I?
I also had no idea how long they had been in here. Were they here by choice or kept captive? Do I release them and say they are free to go? Or do I bring them into this, whatever ‘this’ is?
I needed answers before making any decision so the lightbulb with no shade was switched off, plunging them back into darkness as I shut the door behind me.
I turned around, a puzzled expression on my face.
“Mind telling me why you appear to have two mummified women kept locked away in your cupboard?” I asked Kendra directly.
She responded with a garbled response from behind her ball gag. As she seemed to want to explain herself I walked over to the chair, loosening the strap of her ball gag and letting it hang loosely around her neck.
She took a few moments to stretch her jaw. “Talk.” I instructed her.
“Ok ok.” Kendra responded. She moistened her lips before adding “There is a lot you are still to learn about me.”
“They agree to arrive 8am sharp each morning and spend the day bound and gagged. Sometimes they might be pole tied in catsuits, sometimes they might be mummified, sometimes they both lie naked under my desk hogtied.” She paused again as if to let that sink in.
“But...why?” Was my instinctive response.
“I pay them a wage and they will do anything I ask them to. If I say jump, they ask how high. Oh and I keep their secret nice and quiet. They were both formerly cat burglars you see. The first time they robbed me, they got away with it. I was left hogtied naked in my own bath tub and had to be untied by the maid. A smart thief would not attempt the same place twice but they did a few weeks after. This time, I was able to overpower them. Its amazing what people will do to avoid involving the police.” She smirked for a moment. “Crime rates in the area have dropped too.”
A few moments of quiet descended as i dissected her story in my mind. This was something I had not anticipated, I wasn’t even sure where to go from here. My expression must have looked confused, perhaps a little overwhelmed.
“So, what am I supposed to do with them?” I asked finally, unsure what to say. Having a keen interest in bondage, normally the chance to tie and torment two captives would not take much thought, however my grudge was not exactly with them.
“There are a few ways this could play out. If you like, we could do a deal. I would be happy to sign them both over to you in exchange for my freedom. You could release them and keep me. Or you could be extra greedy and keep all of us. After all, you are in charge” She answered with a calculated smile.
I stepped back, taking a moment to think for myself. Something about her tone had changed. This was no longer a woman furious about me potentially blackmailing her. Instead this was a woman that sounded intrigued, dare I say excited about the prospect of being my captive. I was also filled with excitement about this. After all, the chance to have Kendra under me as a submissive as well as her two pet projects sounded like a fantasy fulfilled. Or was this all a game to her? My head was spinning.
Finally I gave my decision. “If all three of you are on offer, then I want all three of you. You especially, I would love to have you all to myself.”
“I respect your decision.” She answered. Her eyes lighting up. “Just promise me one thing, don’t go easy on us. You have me completely at your mercy, having a man to finally put me in my place is exciting to me. Don’t hold back.” She winked, leaning back in her chair. “I want you to dominate me.”
Had this really worked? Or was I in way over my head? I guessed we would soon find out but the idea, the fantasy was so exciting. I couldn’t wait to get started.
As I opened the door to the cupboard and switched on the light, my eyes blinked a few times in disbelief at what I saw.
The cupboard was fairly large, around 2 metres squared of open space with shelving built in. The contents on the shelf included reams of paper, boxes of pens and other typically mundane supplies associated with an office like this. This was not what caught my attention.
On the floor was not one but two struggling parcels, seemingly oblivious to me being here or being unable to do anything about it.
Both women were heavily mummified with black tape from what I could see and in individual black leather sleep sacks. Hoods over both of their heads didn’t reveal much information. All I could decipher was one had long blonde hair and was of a naturally curvaceous build. The second captive had long dark brown hair and was of a slightly thinner build. The brunette was a few inches taller than the blonde.
After taking a few moments to dissect just what was in front of me, I realised I had been thrown quite a curveball. I had no plan in mind for this, how could I?
I also had no idea how long they had been in here. Were they here by choice or kept captive? Do I release them and say they are free to go? Or do I bring them into this, whatever ‘this’ is?
I needed answers before making any decision so the lightbulb with no shade was switched off, plunging them back into darkness as I shut the door behind me.
I turned around, a puzzled expression on my face.
“Mind telling me why you appear to have two mummified women kept locked away in your cupboard?” I asked Kendra directly.
She responded with a garbled response from behind her ball gag. As she seemed to want to explain herself I walked over to the chair, loosening the strap of her ball gag and letting it hang loosely around her neck.
She took a few moments to stretch her jaw. “Talk.” I instructed her.
“Ok ok.” Kendra responded. She moistened her lips before adding “There is a lot you are still to learn about me.”
“They agree to arrive 8am sharp each morning and spend the day bound and gagged. Sometimes they might be pole tied in catsuits, sometimes they might be mummified, sometimes they both lie naked under my desk hogtied.” She paused again as if to let that sink in.
“But...why?” Was my instinctive response.
“I pay them a wage and they will do anything I ask them to. If I say jump, they ask how high. Oh and I keep their secret nice and quiet. They were both formerly cat burglars you see. The first time they robbed me, they got away with it. I was left hogtied naked in my own bath tub and had to be untied by the maid. A smart thief would not attempt the same place twice but they did a few weeks after. This time, I was able to overpower them. Its amazing what people will do to avoid involving the police.” She smirked for a moment. “Crime rates in the area have dropped too.”
A few moments of quiet descended as i dissected her story in my mind. This was something I had not anticipated, I wasn’t even sure where to go from here. My expression must have looked confused, perhaps a little overwhelmed.
“So, what am I supposed to do with them?” I asked finally, unsure what to say. Having a keen interest in bondage, normally the chance to tie and torment two captives would not take much thought, however my grudge was not exactly with them.
“There are a few ways this could play out. If you like, we could do a deal. I would be happy to sign them both over to you in exchange for my freedom. You could release them and keep me. Or you could be extra greedy and keep all of us. After all, you are in charge” She answered with a calculated smile.
I stepped back, taking a moment to think for myself. Something about her tone had changed. This was no longer a woman furious about me potentially blackmailing her. Instead this was a woman that sounded intrigued, dare I say excited about the prospect of being my captive. I was also filled with excitement about this. After all, the chance to have Kendra under me as a submissive as well as her two pet projects sounded like a fantasy fulfilled. Or was this all a game to her? My head was spinning.
Finally I gave my decision. “If all three of you are on offer, then I want all three of you. You especially, I would love to have you all to myself.”
“I respect your decision.” She answered. Her eyes lighting up. “Just promise me one thing, don’t go easy on us. You have me completely at your mercy, having a man to finally put me in my place is exciting to me. Don’t hold back.” She winked, leaning back in her chair. “I want you to dominate me.”
Had this really worked? Or was I in way over my head? I guessed we would soon find out but the idea, the fantasy was so exciting. I couldn’t wait to get started.
This has taken a major twist. But i feel for the better!
Such a dream, @Bigballgag1. Please keep up the good work.
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Nice twist. Two someone’s is far better than a something or a someone. Interested to see how far this extends. Great work.
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Thank you!KCMand wrote: 3 weeks ago Nice twist. Two someone’s is far better than a something or a someone. Interested to see how far this extends. Great work.
Its certainly more than Danny bargained for especially with no grudge against them. Next part up hopefully soon! Eagerly anticipating your next release. Thank you for a great story so far.
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Thank you for the extra comment, happy to hear you are looking forward to the next part!KCMand wrote: 3 weeks ago Eagerly anticipating your next release. Thank you for a great story so far.
I will hopefully have it finished soon-ish, sorry its been a really long week this week. It is half done though -
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@KCMand @GreyLord @Caesar73 @LunaDog Here is the next part, hope you enjoy!
After taking a moment outside the office to collect my thoughts and plan how best to play this, it allowed me to study the office. Pretty much everyone had gone home now, thanks in large part to a note at the bottom of Kendra’s memo reversing her decision. This would help me a lot. No awkward explanations, no distractions and the ability to take time and do this properly.
My second act was actually explained to me by Kendra. The two captives had headphones on inside the sleep sacks which Kendra would use to interrupt them throughout the day.
Carly. Jodie. I am relinquishing control over you. Instead we have a new master. The deal stands but will be altered accordingly. You are to obey any and all requests from Danny. Failure to do so and the clause in our original deal becomes active.
With these tasks taken care of, it was time to get started on what I really wanted, making Kendra my own.
“So, what now?” Kendra asked curiously.
“I have a few ideas, lets see how you deal with them.” I teased, growing into this dominant role gradually. I began by undoing her ropes that were already in place. This was a move that caused her to raise an eyebrow.
Once she was fully untied I stood back, studying her in detail for once.
“Take the dress and heels off.” I instructed, letting my thoughts and fantasies start to impact my decisions.
She paused. A mischievous glint in her eye. “Why? I don’t want to.”
“It wasn’t a request, it was an order.” I retorted.
“If you want me to start taking clothes off for you, you’re going to have to come over here and take them off me yourself.” She proudly announced, teasing me with her defiance. Was this a test of sorts? Or was it training for the role she wanted me to play? She leaned forwards, into a standing position, placing both hands on her desk as she stared at me defiantly.
“If thats the way you want to play it?” I smirked.
After another moment of tension, I near enough sprinted around to the other side of the desk and went to clamp my hand over her mouth. However my hand merely slid along her face, grabbing at air as in what seemed like a blur she twisted me around and landed me on her desk on my back. The monitor on her desk fell to the floor on the other side.
“Oops.” She winked. “Was I just supposed to give up that easily?” She chuckled. Her hands pressing into my chest, keeping me down for a moment as i caught my breath.
I managed to shrug her hands off of me enough to stand up. This time it was me that would get the upper hand, spinning around and sliding behind her. In another movement I soon had her bent over her desk in front of me.
“Ooohhh” she giggled, seeming to enjoy the challenge. She bucked in my grip, turning herself around to face me. Her fingers reaching up and beginning to unbutton my shirt. My hands were occupied enough keeping her back from me. Eventually the final button was undone.
“Thats not how...this works...” I protested. Despite both of our protests there was something about this situation that seemed to provoke a lot of sexual tension between us, a tension I had not given too much thought before. It was almost...fun?
Holding her back was not doing me much good. Instead i changed tactics. My hands moved quickly to her upper legs as I began pulling her dress up her legs exposing a black garter belt underneath. I kept pushing, ignoringthe advances of her fingers along my shirt for now.
As her dress was all in one I decided the best course of action was to move quick. Suddenly, i pulled her forward and pulled the dress sharply up. It stretched out of shape on its way up before I finally managed to get it up and over her head. Realising her resistance was over, she wasted little time in sliding the dress off of her arms and onto the desk behind her.
This left her standing in front of me in a black bra with matching panties. Her hair was slightly dishevelled but the smile on her face I had not seen before.
“Well played.” She panted. “I’ll do my shoes if you do your shirt.” She teased before pushing me back, turning around and bending over on full display. Her high heels were quickly, elegantly slipped from her feet. Obliging with her request my shirt was soon removed and on the desk with her dress.
For a moment, we looked at each other panting a little from the struggle. She bit her lip. There was so much arousal on both sides. Suddenly she crouched down in front of me, unbuttoning my trousers and sliding them down my legs. I stepped out of them, now in just my boxer shorts having also removed my shoes and socks.
She slowly raised herself to her feet. Once again, the embers of passion burned between us in the moment.
I wanted her tied up as my captive, I still did. However I think we both knew where this was going. In the blink of an eye we descended onto her desk as we kissed and began to make out. Suddenly I was seeing her in such a different light.
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After a while of getting to know each other much more intimately and losing ourselves in the moment, things came crashing back to reality with the one sound neither of us wanted to hear. Both of us stared at each other.
*knock knock knock*
After taking a moment outside the office to collect my thoughts and plan how best to play this, it allowed me to study the office. Pretty much everyone had gone home now, thanks in large part to a note at the bottom of Kendra’s memo reversing her decision. This would help me a lot. No awkward explanations, no distractions and the ability to take time and do this properly.
My second act was actually explained to me by Kendra. The two captives had headphones on inside the sleep sacks which Kendra would use to interrupt them throughout the day.
Carly. Jodie. I am relinquishing control over you. Instead we have a new master. The deal stands but will be altered accordingly. You are to obey any and all requests from Danny. Failure to do so and the clause in our original deal becomes active.
With these tasks taken care of, it was time to get started on what I really wanted, making Kendra my own.
“So, what now?” Kendra asked curiously.
“I have a few ideas, lets see how you deal with them.” I teased, growing into this dominant role gradually. I began by undoing her ropes that were already in place. This was a move that caused her to raise an eyebrow.
Once she was fully untied I stood back, studying her in detail for once.
“Take the dress and heels off.” I instructed, letting my thoughts and fantasies start to impact my decisions.
She paused. A mischievous glint in her eye. “Why? I don’t want to.”
“It wasn’t a request, it was an order.” I retorted.
“If you want me to start taking clothes off for you, you’re going to have to come over here and take them off me yourself.” She proudly announced, teasing me with her defiance. Was this a test of sorts? Or was it training for the role she wanted me to play? She leaned forwards, into a standing position, placing both hands on her desk as she stared at me defiantly.
“If thats the way you want to play it?” I smirked.
After another moment of tension, I near enough sprinted around to the other side of the desk and went to clamp my hand over her mouth. However my hand merely slid along her face, grabbing at air as in what seemed like a blur she twisted me around and landed me on her desk on my back. The monitor on her desk fell to the floor on the other side.
“Oops.” She winked. “Was I just supposed to give up that easily?” She chuckled. Her hands pressing into my chest, keeping me down for a moment as i caught my breath.
I managed to shrug her hands off of me enough to stand up. This time it was me that would get the upper hand, spinning around and sliding behind her. In another movement I soon had her bent over her desk in front of me.
“Ooohhh” she giggled, seeming to enjoy the challenge. She bucked in my grip, turning herself around to face me. Her fingers reaching up and beginning to unbutton my shirt. My hands were occupied enough keeping her back from me. Eventually the final button was undone.
“Thats not how...this works...” I protested. Despite both of our protests there was something about this situation that seemed to provoke a lot of sexual tension between us, a tension I had not given too much thought before. It was almost...fun?
Holding her back was not doing me much good. Instead i changed tactics. My hands moved quickly to her upper legs as I began pulling her dress up her legs exposing a black garter belt underneath. I kept pushing, ignoringthe advances of her fingers along my shirt for now.
As her dress was all in one I decided the best course of action was to move quick. Suddenly, i pulled her forward and pulled the dress sharply up. It stretched out of shape on its way up before I finally managed to get it up and over her head. Realising her resistance was over, she wasted little time in sliding the dress off of her arms and onto the desk behind her.
This left her standing in front of me in a black bra with matching panties. Her hair was slightly dishevelled but the smile on her face I had not seen before.
“Well played.” She panted. “I’ll do my shoes if you do your shirt.” She teased before pushing me back, turning around and bending over on full display. Her high heels were quickly, elegantly slipped from her feet. Obliging with her request my shirt was soon removed and on the desk with her dress.
For a moment, we looked at each other panting a little from the struggle. She bit her lip. There was so much arousal on both sides. Suddenly she crouched down in front of me, unbuttoning my trousers and sliding them down my legs. I stepped out of them, now in just my boxer shorts having also removed my shoes and socks.
She slowly raised herself to her feet. Once again, the embers of passion burned between us in the moment.
I wanted her tied up as my captive, I still did. However I think we both knew where this was going. In the blink of an eye we descended onto her desk as we kissed and began to make out. Suddenly I was seeing her in such a different light.
...
After a while of getting to know each other much more intimately and losing ourselves in the moment, things came crashing back to reality with the one sound neither of us wanted to hear. Both of us stared at each other.
*knock knock knock*