Tied Up At Work

I work for a large company and just recently I've been given some new responsibilities. The hardest part of my new found duties was to hire a qualified person to assist me. I contacted a local head-hunter, and was inundated with resumes. I narrowed down the field to three people, and called all of them in for an interview.

The first two were not what I was looking for. One was just married, and didn't like the idea of traveling and working late much. The second didn't seem to have the personality for the job. But then the third one came in.

Her name was Julie. She was a blond, about five feet, three inches tall. She was twenty-nine years old, but had the figure of a nineteen year old. Her face was very pretty, and her walk graceful. She wore a tan business suit, cut just above the knee, with matching blouse and high heels. She was polite, spoke very professionally, and seemed to be a little shy or reserved. I must admit, over all, I was very impressed.

I offered the job to her about a week later, and she accepted. By the end of the month, she had completed her two weeks at her other job, and had started in her new position as my assistant.

She proved to be a great asset to us. I had to train her to a new line of thinking, but she learned quickly, and did her job very well. She reminded me of myself when I first started at the company. She had a lot of raw potential talent, but needed it to be brought out and refined.

I must admit, I admired her from the minute I saw her. Though no one part of her was overwhelming, it was a very nice package. Her blond hair was curly, and in today's style. Her figure was nice, with a nice round buttocks, and great legs. Her breasts were average, and she had the kind of waist you wanted to wrap your arms around.

She didn't talk too many of the men around the office at first. But as time went on, she seemed to relax, and started to make friends. One of the office leaches tried to make a move on her. But she defended herself well, and interestingly told him to get lost. I laughed to myself over it. But it also told me that she was devoted to her husband.

I remember the first night we worked late. When I told her we needed to finish a proposal by the next day, she called her husband, and said she was going to work late. We were working in my office when five o'clock passed. She got a little nervous at six-thirty, when the cleaning people left. I think she was worried about being alone with me. But I spent a few minutes asking her about her husband, and she seemed to relax. We finished the job around eight, and went home.

I guess about a week later, Julie was out of the office doing some errands and I needed some papers inside her desk. There wasn't any reason not to get them. As far as I knew someone like Julie had nothing to hide.

I heard a clunk as I rummaged around and got curious. I looked, and found a pair of bright silver handcuffs. They were the real thing, like the cops use. Heavy tempered steal, with chrome plating, and double locks. I also found a matching pair of leg cuffs. I played with them for a moment in wonder. Why would she have these here? What did she do with them? I decided to find out more about my partner.

I got the file out of the drawer, and went back over to the table. I then set the file in front of where she sat and placed the sets of cuffs inside the front cover of the file, and closed it up. Just as I finished, I heard her footsteps coming down the hall. She had a soda in her hand, and sat down in her chair.

I got to get a file from my office.' I said. 'I'll be back in a moment. You might want to look at this one. Some very interesting stuff in it.'

'Alright.' she said and opened the cover. I stood in the doorway, waiting to see her reaction. For a moment, she just stared at it. Her face went pale, and her eyes were wide open. She closed the cover, and look up at me. I could tell what was going through her mind. I walked over to her.

'I just want to know one thing.' I said. 'Do you use those things on other people, or are they used on you?'

She stared at me, not knowing what to say. At last, she spoke.

'Did you go through all my stuff?'

'No, I just needed the file in your desk. I found them by accident when I was looking for it. I heard a clunk and curiosity took over from there.'

She opened the cover and looked at them sitting there. 'You must think that I'm strange, or something.'

I sat down again. 'Your personal life is your own to do what you want with. If it affects you work life, then I would care. But I don't see that happening. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything. You have my word on it.'

'Thank you for telling me that.'

'You still didn't answer my question.'

She looked down at the cuffs. I think she really didn't want to tell me anything. She was deep in thought, and I think she was trying to make up a lie. After a moment, she looked at me and seemed to make a decision.

'Yes, there mine.' She said as if she was answering another question. 'And to answer your question, I like to have them used on me.'

'Why?' I asked. I wanted to know more. Did this girl think like I did?

'I like the feeling of being restrained. I like it when I have no control over what's happening to me. I excites me, makes me feel sexier, more alive. I know it sounds strange, but when I'm tied down, I feel free.'

She poured it out like it was a confession. She seemed like she really wanted to talk about this.

'And that's why you have these here?' I asked.

'No, not really, it just that my husband doesn't approve of such things. He thinks it's weird, too strange. He thinks we shouldn't have and don't need things like this in our lives. He's never tried it, and probably never will.'

'Then why do you have in them first place, and why here?'

'I've had them for a long time, even before I met my husband. I bought them myself, when another man and I were involved. As for having them here, I have no other place to hide them.'

She wasn't mad or angry. She spoke firmly, very matter-of-factly. I picked up the handcuffs and studied them.

'These aren't cheep.' I said. 'Good quality, double locks, re-enforced steel. I bet they cost a good amount when you bought them.'

'There were expensive, but I didn't want something cheap. If I was going to be restrained, I wanted to be restrained with no hope of escape.' She then looked at me a little different. 'But it seems you know more of these things that you've let on.'

I smiled. 'Yeah, I do. I guess we have a common problem here. I love this kind of stuff myself. I tried to get my wife involved in it, even before we were married. When I tied her to the bed, she got hyper and nervous. I had to untie her before she passed out. I tried again after we were married, but the result was the same. Since then, I've never bothered again.'

'It does sound too familiar. It's a shame she isn't more open minded and less scared. She would enjoy it.'

'She probably would. Your husband sound domineering. I'm surprised he doesn't get into this.'

'I am too. Hey, maybe we should introduce you wife to my husband. They might hit it off.'

'Yeah' I said as we chuckled. 'They just might.' I looked at her for a moment. 'Have you used these lately?'

'Oh, sometimes I do.' she said as she took the cuff out of my hand. 'I'll lock myself in them and struggle around for a few moments. It helps relieve stress. But it's not the same alone as when someone else does it. And I like ropes better than cuffs. It feels better, more personal. It's hard to tie yourself.'

'I guess it must be.' I said. It was then that an idea popped into my head. I took the handcuff from her and walked behind her. She knew what I was thinking. She sat back and put her wrists behind the chair. She made a little sigh as I locked her wrists together. As soon as they were locked, she started to squirm a little in her seat.

I took the leg cuffs, turned her chair, and knelt in front of her. I locked one ankle in the cuff, looped the chain around the seat post, and locked the other cuff on her free ankle. I sat down in my chair and watched her go.

Julie struggled for several minutes. She moved herself around, trying to get free. Whether she intended to or not, she put on a small show for me, giving me a view of her from all angles. She would turn the chair so I would get a side view, and then face me again, looking into my eyes. She softly grunted and groaned from time to time.

I though about finding a gag for her mouth, but decided against it. For some reason, I felt like I needed to release her. Maybe I was feeling guilty or something, but I had to unlock her from her binds.

'Well,' I said as I unlocked her ankles. 'That was nice, but we better get back to work.'

'Oh...yes...,' she said. 'I guess we better.'

I think she was having the same feelings I was. I unlocked her wrists and gave her the keys. She took the cuffs and keys, and placed them back into the desk drawer. We continued on with our work, and didn't speak a word of what just happened.

We worked for another hour before calling it quits. I was almost eight o'clock. We would start again in the morning, but knew there was another late night ahead of us again.

Julie packed up and left the office before I did. I sat in my office for a few minutes, think about what happened. One the one hand, I felt guilty for doing it. But on the other hand, she didn't seem to mind it, and actually seemed to enjoy it. I put on my coat and left the office.

I continued to think about it as I drove home. The more I thought, the more I knew I couldn't let this get by me. She admitted she liked it, and she still had her handcuffs, hoping it would happen again. She didn't try to hide the cuffs better, and didn't tell me not to do it again.

I found a hardware store still open and pulled into the lot. When I got married, I threw away most of my bondage materials. I sat in the car for several minutes, deciding what to do. My mind made up, I went in and bought a couple hundred feet of soft rope. If I was going to do this, I needed to re-supply my inventory. She said she liked rope better anyway. I put it into my briefcase, and drove home.

My wife was tired and went to bed early. This gave me plenty of opportunity to prepare my stuff. I cut the rope into shorter, more useful lengths. I lit a candle and burned the ends to prevent them from fraying.

I returned my new supply to my case threw in an old white silk scarf of my wife's, locked the case and went to bed. I didn't fall to sleep for a while. I kept thinking about what happened that night, and what could happen next. What ever would happen, I was going to be ready.

I went to work early. I loaded my materials into a desk drawer and locked it up tight. All I needed was for someone to find this stuff. Julie wasn't in yet, but popped her head in and said hello when she came in. I still remember what she was wearing that day, a light peach colored dress with a white lace scarf over her shoulder, and a white belt around her waist, white lace hose on her legs, and white high heels on her feet. For some reason, she seemed to look extra special that morning.

We didn't see each other at all that morning. We were both digging into last minute details. After lunch, I went to her office to check on her progress. She said she would have the data ready about three o'clock, and we could continue then. I told her to come over to my office when she was ready. She agreed, and I went back to my office.

I closed the door behind me, and opened the locked drawer. I looked at the coils of soft white rope. I imagined how Julie would look, all wrapped up, laying on the couch in my office. With ropes passing around her chest, loops around her legs, knots around her wrists, and soft gag between her bright red lips. I felt myself getting very hard and very horny.

A little past three, Julie called and she was on her way over. I got the files over to my work table, and started to lay out the sketches when she knocked and came in. As she stood in the doorway, I gazed over her lovely body, wishing I could see more of it. But I quickly came to me senses, and we got down to business.

We worked for a couple of hours. I thought I might be wrong, but I sensed something about my partner. She seem excited, but a little distant, like she was preoccupied with something. At first I wondered if it was about last night.

But she didn't mention a word about it. I also caught her looking around the room, like she was mapping it out.

At five thirty, we ordered sandwiches from around the corner. By seven, the cleaning crew was gone, and we were nearing the end of our work. There were a couple last details that needed to be addressed, but for the most part, we were done.

'Well,' I said. 'That's about it, another job well done.'

'What a team.' she said. 'Let's celebrate.'

'Alright, how do we do that?'

'You get us a couple of sodas, and I'll take care of things here.'

I was going to ask her what things, but decided to let her do things her way. As I walked down stairs, I figured out what she was doing. She wanted to get me out of the office for a few minutes, so she could do something. I didn't know what that was, but decided to give her a couple extra minutes to do it.

When I got back up to the office, my office door was pulled closed, and a envelope was taped to it, addressed to me. I opened the letter and found the note inside. I was in Julie's handwriting and read a follows:

"Inside, I have arranged for you a little celebration and extra special surprise. I've been planning it since last night. Please keep in mind that this is for your enjoyment, as well as mine. You have a complete freedom to do whatever you want, however you want. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I hope to."

Her signature was on the bottom. I had a feeling that I was about to fall into something wonderful. I folded up the note, and placed it into my coat pocket, and entered the room to receive my surprise.

All of the documents had been cleared off my work table. Julie was on top of the table. Her peach dress was gone. She was wearing a white lace teddy and panties. Her legs were covered with the lace stockings, held up by garter straps on her teddy. And she still was wearing her white high heels.

Her wrists were in her handcuffs, and her legs were in the leg cuffs. A white cloth scarf was between her teeth and tied around her head. She was laying chest down on the table. The chain from the leg cuffs looped around the chain on the handcuffs. Thus, she was hogtied on top of the table.

She squirmed and wiggled in her restraints. She also made some soft, half sighs, and half moans from her gagged mouth. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and was trying to tell me so. I stepped up to the table and asked her if this was truly what she wanted. She nodded her head. I wasn't going to ask again.

I unlocked one of the handcuffs, and unloosed it from the leg cuff chain. Then I re locked it, rolled her over onto her back, and sat down in a chair. For the next several minutes, I just looked over her body.

She really was attractive, and was well built. Her chest was full, almost to big for the small waist she had. Her thighs and calf were perfectly formed. Her hips were supple and her arms slender. She had the kind of face that looked innocent, yet seductive, like a virgin bride on her wedding night. And she had the kind of mouth you wanted to kiss for hours, but still made to wear a gag.

Since I was in control of the situation, I decided to rearrange my lovely captive to a position of my liking. I placed her on her feet, and made her sit down in one of my office guest chairs. I then went to my desk, and got out my new ropes and gag.

'You see' I said as I help the ropes up for her to see, 'you're not the only one who had been thinking up things since last night.'

I unlocked her wrists from her cuffs and tied each wrist to a arm of the chair. I also wound rope around her elbows and to the chair. I then unlocked her ankles and tied each ankle and upper calf to a leg of the chair. I then took one long strand of rope and wound the rope above and below her chest, thus I tied her upper body to the back of the chair.

I pulled the cloth scarf out of her mouth and brought out the gag from home. As I prepared it, she struggled in her ropes.

'You're very good at this.' she said. 'No slack in the ropes. All knots away from my fingers. Everything is nice and tight.'

'That will be enough talk from you, if you don't mind.' I said as I re-gagged her mouth.

'Yes,' I continued. 'I believe I am very good at this. I know how to keep you tightly held, and in whatever position I want.'

'You see, I prefer rope to all other types of binding restraints. Others may hold better, or look more impressive, but rope is by far the best. It's the most flexible type. You can do more things with it, and you can make it as tight as you want.

As I spoke to her, I was running my fingers over her body, making her twitch and wiggle in her ropes.

'I have a few more things to do.' I said as I stood up. 'I don't think you'll mind though. Enjoy this for a few moments, and get to know the feeling of the ropes against your skin. You'll be feeling a lot more of it and in a lot more ways before the night is over.' I sat down behind my desk, and did a few minutes worth of paper work.

At first, I think she was a little mad at me. Here she did all this for me, and here I sat, doing damned paper work. But she did say to do whatever I wanted, so that's what I was going to do.

The chair creaked as she struggled against the ropes. I think she thought that this was going to be easy to get out of. But as the minutes went by, she grunted a little, and become more and more frustrated.

She couldn't get out. And that seemed to turn her on. Her grunts turned to moans, and her struggling became more of inducing pleasure rather that to gain freedom. Within a few minutes, she was getting hotter that ever before.

After about ten minutes of this, I came back over to her. 'Now you have my undivided attention.' I said to her. I laid her face down, so I could get a good look at her legs and back side.

Again she struggled, but found it impossible to get free. She didn't seem uncomfortable at all, or in any kind of pain. She truly was the kind of lady I had been dreaming about for years.

I lightly ran my fingers over her nylon covered legs. She seemed to shiver with excitement as I did. My hands roamed over her back and ass. I wanted to get a look at the fleshy behind, so I slowly pulled the panties down to her knees. It was firm, soft and smooth. For several minutes, all I could do was rub my hands over it. She didn't mind, for she sighed as I did, and her pussy was getting wet.

'You've been quite impatient my dear, and for that I think a spanking is in order.' I felt her pussy get even wetter as I told her a spanking could be expected. My hands continued to rub her fleshy round ass for a moment before I proceeded to give her bottom a good warming with my hand.

Julie squealed through the gag as her ass got hotter and her pussy dripped sweet moisture down between her legs. I didn't spank her to long or to hard, this was just a prelude to things that might come later.

I was getting very horny by this time and decided to put her into a last position. I carried her over to my conference table and laid her on top of it. I untied her ropes and removed the panties, but left the gag in her mouth. I made her more comfortable by placing a small pillow under her head. I then proceeded to tie her down to the table top.

My table is a small round one, so she didn't lie completely on top. Her legs bent at the knees when I spread them apart, looped rope around her ankles and heels, and tied them to the support post. And when I roped her wrists together and pulled her hands over her head, they pulled past the table top. But it sure did the trick. She was securely tied down, with her beautiful body open and available to me.

For the most part, she was naked. She still was wearing her sexy teddy, the garters straps were holding up her stockings, and her high heels were on. But her private parts were exposed to me, to do what I wanted with. With her eyes watching my every move, I slowly stripped off my cloths. She seemed to like it, for with each article of clothing she got more and more excited. At last, I was down to my shorts. These I pulled off to show her my raging hard-on. I'm over seven inches when erect, and nice and thick to go with it.

Julie liked it, for she moaned when she saw it. I moved up to her face, to give her a good look at it. She tried to reach it with her lips, but of course, she couldn't. I stroked it gently, and she went wild. She wanted to do it herself, but couldn't.

I decided to play doctor. My hands examined the patient. I felt her soft skin, her fleshy mounds, her smooth legs, and her hot, wet box. I fingered her and played with her clit. She was so excited that she climaxed within a minute. Her body trembled, and a loud moan slipped through her gag. After she relaxed for a moment, I started in again, but decided to take it a step further.

I moved my face between her legs, and dove in. My lips kissed and lightly sucked, and my tongue fluttered and probed into her. Her juices tasted so sweet. She thrashed her body around as far as the ropes would let her. Again she came quickly, but just as intense as a few moments earlier.

I let her rest again for a moment, but decided that it was my turn for an orgasm. I slowly crawled on top of her, had slowly pushed my cock into her. As I did, she sighed very deeply, and her eyes seemed to say to me "What took you so long? I've been wanting this all night."

It wasn't long before she was moaning with pleasure again and I along with her. The table creaked every time I pushed into her. Her pussy felt so good. She moved her hips as much as she could. Within a minute, I was pumping like mad, wanting to come inside her like I did when I was a horny teenager.

I felt my load boiling up, begging for release. She seemed to know it, for when I made one last thrust into her, she pushed up with her hips to get me as far as I could. I made a loud groan and shot a huge load of sperm into her. She came at the same time, groaning just as loud. It felt sensational. I hadn't had an orgasm like that for years.

I pulled the gag from her mouth and kissed her deeply. We seemed to lay there for hours, with our lips attached to one another. At last, I looked into her eyes. She seemed to look very happy, content, and satisfied.

I pulled off of her, and untied her from the table. We both got dressed and sat down on the couch in each others arms. We talked for a few moments. She told me how much she enjoyed that, and what it meant to her. It told her that it was the kind of thing I liked to do.

It was getting late, and we decided to go home. I put away my ropes, and locked up my desk. We reorganized the room to make it look like it normally did. We left the office together, and I walked her to her car. There, for one sweet moment, we kissed passionately, then parted and went home.

I lay awake in bed for a while before falling asleep. I recounted the events of the past few hours, and wondered what tomorrow was going to bring. I had happy dreams that night, with Julie in every one of them.

From that point on, we have had a great relationship, both professional and personal. We're very careful not to get caught, and play it cool when we are people around. We both get what we want. I'll bind her up several different ways, and do as I please.

Sometimes, I don't let her come for hours, other times, I try to see how many orgasm she can have. Sometimes, we do it fast and repeatedly, other times we take our time and make it last for hours. On lunch hours, we do it quick and dirty. She might sit on my lap and ride me, with her hands tied behind her back. At night, she might be tied to the board room table spread eagle (her favorite) or get it from behind as she is bound bent over the receptionists desk and gagged.

When we travel, we carry a load of ropes, cuffs, belts and gags. We both have purchased special items that we like to use. My favorite is leather wrist-to-ankles straps the hold her tightly, and allow me to get in and do the job. She likes being gagged with the bright red ball gag I bought special for her.

We have tried so many different things; I can't begin to tell you about them. Let's just say we haven't got bored yet and as long as Julie is around I know we will continue our secret relationship. --

The End