I don’t like words like “timid” or “shy”. They’re just such weak words, and the world tends to be fairly cruel to the weak. Unfortunately, they are probably good words to use to describe me. I’ve been living the meek life of someone who’s perceived as weak.

I’m not going bore you with the details of my life. The basics are that I’m the typical unseen cubicle paper-pusher with no real outlook on life. I’ve lived up to this point with my head down and working hard toward some ambitionless goal. Needless to say, after 23 years of floating around aimlessly, with no one giving me so much as a second look, I was fairly frustrated. This story is about how I finally woke up from my coma-like existence and found my path in life.

I was working late one evening, trying to get ahead in the company by being a good little worker, when I heard some noise. It sounded like a woman struggling, and I quickly went to investigate while still trying to keep out of sight so I didn’t get involved or cause any trouble. When I looked over I saw my boss, Wendy Heartman, in her office with one of my co-workers, Bill, stripped naked under her.

Wendy was the thing fantasies were made of. Her face was framed with jet-black bangs of hair that clashed with her crystal-like green eyes. The features of her face were so perfect it was as though an ancient roman sculptor spent his entire life just to craft her. Although she dressed conservatively, there was no denying that she was unbearably sexy under it all. I certainly wasn’t alone in having my share of fantasies about the woman.

But this was no fantasy of mine. Bill was tied down, spread-eagle to the desk and she was riding him hard. It was a strange sight, and I was completely engrossed by the spectacle. I was so lost in watching her I completely forgot exactly where I was and what was happening. But that quickly changed as I saw her look in my direction. Our eyes met for a few seconds, before I regained my senses and hid back behind the partition of the cubicle. I was terrified that I would have been interpreted as a peeping tom, and had no idea what to expect. But to my surprise, the rhythm of their moans didn’t skip a beat. I wondered for a moment if she didn’t see me through the glass window of her office, but really didn’t want to peek up again to find out. Instead, I stayed low, snuck back to my work station, gathered my things, and got the hell out of there.

My heart didn’t stop racing until I was back in my little apartment with the cool water of the shower running over me. The image of the scene was still in my mind, and I had no idea why it had me so worked up. I’d seen similar happenings between workers before, usually drunk at parties. But something about the way Bill was tied down and how in control Wendy was actually turned me on.

Wendy was pretty attractive and, even though she was clothed in their little session, it was still somehow powerfully erotic. I couldn’t figure out just why, but I felt it had something to do with Bill’s position. He was tied down, helpless, at her mercy, and completely naked. It was like he was locked into a position that matched how I felt every day.

I tried to stop thinking about it, since it wasn’t any of my business. I certainly wasn’t going to “out” them, and I had no interest in inciting more gossip about people. I figure what they do in their personal lives is their business. Still… I had a vivid dream that night, where I’d been in Bill’s place. I don’t remember my dreams very often, but this one seemed burned into my mind.

The next day, by the time I got back to the office, my mind was reset into my regular routine, and I finally managed to push thoughts of last night’s encounter into the back of my mind. I’d convinced myself that it was all completely meaningless to me, and that I’d never think about it again. That idea lasted until lunch when Wendy had suddenly called me into her office a few minutes before our break. Even though I’d thought I put things out of my mind, I could immediately feel my heart speed up once again. I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself before I went to her office.

As I walked in, she had her head down and appeared to be finishing up some paperwork. I’d though she didn’t notice me enter, so I announced, “Um… Miss Heartman you-“ She interrupted me simply by raising a hand to gesture for me to wait. I waited silently and nervously for a few minutes while she finished what she was doing. Eventually she shuffled the papers aside looked straight at me and told me to “Close the door.” I did it, hoping still pretending to myself that she hadn’t been aware of me last night. But that fantasy was quickly shattered as she spoke,

“I saw you watching us last night. Is there going to be a problem?”

Her voice didn’t seem worried about whether or not there was, but somehow seemed as if she was just trying to gauge my reaction. I was about to answer when she interrupted me again, telling me to “Come here,” while she gestured for me to join her behind her desk. It was a bit strange, but I wasn’t going to cause trouble in such a sensitive situation. I stood next to her behind her desk, while she sat in her chair observing me closely. She prompted me to continue, and so I did,

“I just heard some noise and wanted to make sure everything was alright. I didn’t mean to um… interrupt.”

Even though I was trying to play cool, there was no way I could hide the light shake in my voice. She didn’t really respond to my answer with anything more than a pensive nod. It didn’t even seem as if she was paying attention, as her eyes seemed to be looking me over rather than showing any real focus on what I was saying.  She quickly said, “That’s fine,” and dismissed me. As soon as I was out of her office, I let out a long, relieved sigh as I walked back to my cubicle. Everyone else had already left for lunch, so I felt a bit more comfortable to take my time and relax a bit. Once again, I thought I’d reached the end of this incident and once again I found out I was wrong.

In the middle of the afternoon, I got a surprising call from the company shrink. He had called me into his office to talk about something, and I had no clue what about.

“Now listen, I’ve gotten a complaint from one of your female coworkers about inappropriate behavior on your part. Now I’m not blaming you for anything, but you really need to take others’ feelings into account. Sensitivity is all about-“

After his first sentence I started to tune him out, listening to my own thoughts of who could have possibly have complained about me. I’ve always been ultra-cautious about how I conduct myself.  I figured Wendy would be the only person who would really have anything to complain about. Unfortunately, I wasn’t exactly the confrontational type, and I decided it would be best to just let it go.

That was the last I heard of it all for over a week. Things actually got kind of busy, and I’d all but forgotten the incident completely. That was until Wendy called me back into her office before lunch again. My mind was so busy with my work, I didn’t even think about it when I entered her office. She told me to close the door and join her behind the desk like she did last time. My thoughts of work went completely out the window as she started rubbing her foot along the inside of my thigh from her seat in her chair. I just looked at her to question her actions, and she explained,

“You know, I fired Bill. He just wasn’t what I was looking for in an assistant. He was slow at getting things done, forgetful and just overall a useless worker. Besides, he wasn’t fitting for our extra activities either. So I thought I’d take a different approach.

“I want you to be my new personal assistant. The pay is a little less than what you’re making now, but if I’m happy with your performance, you can advance further in this company with a few good words from me. Although you’re duties will include much more than fetching me coffee or keeping track of my meetings.”

To illustrate what she meant, as if there was a need for clarity, her foot pressed up firmly against my privates, making me step back automatically. Both her request and her demeanor flustered me.  I tried to be diplomatic by saying, “Miss Heartmen. I don’t think-“ but she quickly cut me off, continuing her side of the conversation as if whatever I had to say didn’t matter,

“Of course positive incentives aren’t enough, as I learned with Bill. He got greedy and lost it all. So for you, I’ve set up an alternative. If you don’t accept my offer, I’ll simply put in a complaint about how you became aggressive with me, and sexually harassed me to the point where I was afraid of being raped. You’re already on thin ice about the matter thanks to my earlier complaints, and once you’re fired from here, I’ll blackball you with a bad reference, and you will not have a future career anywhere.

“To put it bluntly, you do what I want, you have a bright future and may even have a little fun along the way. You go against me, and you will be out on the street. You have your choice, and I want your answer now.”

I was stunned from the sudden and blunt nature of her blackmail. On the one hand, I couldn’t just let her get away with this. On the other, I was really trapped. No one would believe that I was innocent, especially since I never contested her earlier complaint about me. My career was all that I had in my life, and I wasn’t ready to give it up. At the very least, going with her would buy me time to figure out what I could do. So I asked, “Well… what do you want from me?”

She smiled cruelly, which made me second-guess my decision immediately. Her answer came quickly, “Bill always left me somewhat unfulfilled after our little sessions. On top of that, he’s been gone for well over a week now. I could use a little entertainment. I want you to strip completely, right here, right now.”

Her posture in the chair, and wicked smiled showed that she was definitely not joking, and was waiting for my reaction. It took me a few moments to put everything together in my head, and even then it was a confused jumble of thoughts. Strangely, I found myself stripping down before I really concluded what I was going to do. Perhaps it didn’t help that Wendy was fiercely attractive, and I did have the occasional fantasy of being with her in this office. But the way things were unfolding were bizarre and kept me constantly nervous and confused.

I removed all my clothes, hanging them on a nearby coat rack as I did. Eventually, I was completely naked in front of her scrutinizing eyes. I could only cover myself with my hands while I virtually felt her gaze working over me,

“Hmm… cute, but wrong. You can’t hide anything from me. I want your hands behind your back. And get on your knees. There’s no reason for you to be standing above me.” I nervously complied. Her foot once again ran up along the inside of my thigh before lightly tapping against my sensitive, bare sac, “You’re in much better condition that Bill ever was. He was just too damn lazy. It’s nice to see a man who knows how to take care of himself for a change. Now lets see if you know how to take care of me also.”

She shifted her position in her leather chair, resting one of her high-heel-shoed feet between my neck and shoulder, while the other moved over to the side, spreading her legs open to me. I quickly found that she wasn’t wearing anything under her knee-length skirt, offering me a very nice view of her spread sex. I was almost lost in admiring her when her cold voice cut through my thoughts again, “Eat me out. And don’t you even think about stopping until I tell you to.”

I looked into her eyes once again, as if I was going to find some sign of this all being some kind of joke, but her lustful look showed she was completely serious. Of course, by now I had become quite aroused myself, either by the circumstance, or simply by the raw sexuality she offered. I stopped thinking clearly at all and simply obeyed her, leaning in toward her waiting sex. Unfortunately, the heel of her shoe dug into my shoulder as I moved in, making me pause to try and reposition myself. She didn’t like that and grabbed my hair suddenly and roughly and pulling me to look up at her,

“I’ve been very nice this far, letting you get away with your little hesitations. But I will not grant you any more patience. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it immediately, no matter what. Got it?”

Before I could even think to answer, she twisted the handful of my hair and pulled my face up hard between her legs. Before I knew it, my tongue had already slipped out to meet her hot, wet slit. Her heel had slid off my shoulder, and now her thigh was resting against my neck as I started to lap at her enthusiastically. I couldn’t see anything, since her long skirt covered my head and the thick material blocked all the light, but it didn’t seem to matter. Something about the scent and taste of her heated juices drove me wild, and I was simply running on lust-inspired instincts, which seemed to please her.

After a few moments, her hips began to rock, pressing her excited lower lips against my suckling mouth. Her thighs were moving with the same rhythm, keeping my face buried tightly against her while my tongue pushed into her. When I heard her moan, it excited me further, and I found myself working hard to get that kind of validation of my efforts again.

It didn’t take long before the rhythm of her rolling hips and thighs quicken, encouraging the pace of my licking to fight to keep up with her. But her moans continued, growing longer and deeper as I could feel the pleasure building up. The tension of her inner walls squeezing my tongue as I lapped hungrily at the sensitive flesh was maddening. My hands acted on their own, sliding up along her thighs to help keep them spread and open her sex more, and letting me get even deeper and fuller strokes with my tongue.

I could feel her hot folds spasming hard as a flood of her sexual juices filled my mouth and coated my chin. Her hands roughly grabbed my hair as she pulled my face hard against her while her hips bucked forward into me. I couldn’t breath while she obviously climaxed from my attention, but I didn’t care. I continued to work her with everything my lips and tongue could offer, dragging her near-violent orgasm out as long as I could.

I felt a strong sense of accomplishment as the tension slowly melted out of her body while her climax subsided. I heard her let out a long sigh, while my tongue calmed the pace and force of its licks to a gentle massage. But that relaxed moment didn’t last much longer as I felt the sharp stab of her heel dig into my shoulder again. She gave me a pushing kick that took advantage of my serene state and knocked me to the ground. I lay, half-sitting up on the ground in front of her, remembering that I was still completely naked and completely exposed. She looked down and simply commanded me to “Stay,” as she would have to a dog. My mind needed a moment to remember just where I was and what my situation was, but she didn’t make that easy. Her foot slid along my thighs once again before resting on my erect shaft.

She teased me silently like this for a few minutes, clearly looking me over and letting out a small laugh. I could somehow see plans and devious ideas floating around behind her eyes, and in certainly worried me. Still, I lay before her trying to think of my own plans for escape. My thoughts were once again interrupted by her actions. It was as though she knew what I was thinking and took the moment to address it.

She slid down from her chair, straddling my ribs with her knees, and resting her bare rump against my chest. I could feel the residual heat and moisture of her sex as she leaned forward. Her weight made it somewhat uncomfortable for me, but that was the least of my concerns as she gripped my chin with her thumb and index finger. She held my face directly up so she could lean in closely to me while she said, “You will be my slave. There is no choice, there is no way out and my mind is set. You seemed to enjoy yourself this far. If you continue to be a good boy, I’m sure you’ll have the time of your life.”

She stood up, offering me a powerful view of her domination as she towered over me before returning to her seat. Her voice seemed a little less cold with what she said next, as if it was perfectly normal, “You may get dressed and go enjoy the rest of your lunch break. But be back in here at 6:00 sharp. I think I want another little introductory session with you before I go home today.”

With that, she simply sat back in her chair and watched me. She watched me scramble to my feet, she watched get dressed hurriedly, and she watched me until I was out her door and out of her view. I just sat at my desk, trying to gather my thoughts about everything that happened and could happen.

My entire afternoon was a complete write-off. I simply couldn’t get anything done as my mind was totally consumed by Miss Heartman’s game. Was it a game? How serious was she? How far was she going to push me? How far would I go? I was a nervous wreck, and it only got worse as I watched the clock on the wall slowly tick toward 6:00.

Chapter 2

As the clock on the wall was ticking on the last minute of the hour, I stood up from my desk with some confidence. I’d managed to use the last few hours work up some nerve, and was looking into the glass of Wendy’s office. I couldn’t see in, as she had the blinds down and I had no idea if she was casually working behind them, or actually waiting for my arrival, but I decided I didn’t care. I began walking towards her open door with purpose and determination, and began to speak as soon as I was inside. I’m not really sure what I said, but she quickly cut me off speaking very loudly and seriously,

“I’m working at the moment, and I can’t have you disturb me with personal matters. I’m going to have to ask you to please wait for me to finish before I get to you.”

I didn’t want to be silenced by her, while I still had a head full of steam, but looking out the door, I could see a few co-workers looking curiously at me as her voice drew their attention. When I looked back at Miss Heartman, she had a sinister smile on her face while she went back to her computer. The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself in this situation, so I closed the door to try and hide myself from the cold stare of my peers.

Again, I found myself standing awkwardly in front of her desk while she ignored me. I didn’t want to risk another loud confrontation, as I’m sure people were already a bit iffy about me. Eventually she stood up, still not looking at me, and walked as though she was going to leave the office. As she passed me, I quickly felt her grab and twist a handful of my hair and pull me down into a bowing position. Before I understood what was going on and though to resist I felt my chest tense hard as she kicked me in the gut. It was so unexpected that it easily winded me, making me drop to my knees as I tried to catch my breath.

I didn’t get the chance to stay so comfortable though, as she dug her heeled boot into the back of my neck and shifted her weight to push my face into the ground.  The heel dug in painfully, so if I tried to fight her it would just dig in more. My arms could only hold the floor while I was still trying to catch my breath. Any thoughts I had were quickly dissolved by her voice as she leaned over to speak back to me.

“Listen to me very carefully. You are my slave. It’s not something you can help, stop or debate. It is the way it is. If you try to stop me, I’ll scream right now, and have you sent to jail for attempted rape and assault.

“Further more, as my slave, you have no right to talk to me, or even think to talk to me in that manner.  I was going to use that nice cock of yours to get off, but now I have to punish you instead. Bad boys don’t get such wonderful rewards. Strip and get back onto the position on your knees.”

She walked back behind her desk, letting me rise up to my knees just in time to watch her walk away. I noticed that she’d changed since lunch, as she was now wearing black leather boots that disappeared under her skirt. And she peeled her skirt away to show black lingerie she wore underneath, also showing that the boots were knee-high. She began unbuttoning her blouse before she looked back at me an almost shouted, “What are you doing?” I didn’t know what she meant for a moment. But my mind worked it out very quickly. She was ordering me to undress again, only she shouted it loudly and in that way to make anyone within an earshot worry or wonder. It was something of a threat, and one I responded to strongly as I started to remove my clothes. She gave me an arrogant smile, which I returned with an angry look.

Once she pulled the rest of her blouse off, I found out she was wearing a corset. It started above her hips, and tightly outlined her body until eventually stopping to cup the underside of her breasts, holding them up and showing them off. I was stunned to see her, but was broken out of my inactive state as she rummaged through the drawer of her desk and threw three black leather rings at me. I stopped to look at them and discover two were leather cuffs and the third was a collar. Each had either pelican clips or d-rings hanging off.

I was so lost in inspecting the strange gear, I didn’t even notice that Miss Heartman had put on two long leather gloves and approached me. I looked up just in time to find her heeled boot press against my chest. Again she shifted her weight to drop me to the ground onto my back. She didn’t weigh much, but the point of her heel digging into my chest was painful enough to keep me down. She looked at as she leaned in onto me a bit heavier and said, “Put them on.” Her weight on me increased, as I didn’t move, prompting me to do what she said. It was a bit awkward to adjust the straps with one hand, but I managed to make due, although that success wasn’t going to buy me anything. As soon as the cuffs were secure she asked me “Why are you still wearing pants? Didn’t I tell you to strip?” Before I could answer she moved one of my hands, and clipped the cuff to the collar.  She began twisting her heel painfully into my chest, prompting me to continue my stripping efforts.

It was strange, but I did what she wanted. Lying on my back with her weight pinning down my chest, and with only one arm usable, I managed to squirm out of my pants while she simply looked down at me with her cold, judging eyes. Somehow, just her look managed to emphasize just how naked and on-display I was. I still had my underwear on, but it didn’t provide me with any protection from her glances.

Before I could finish stripping and removed the last bit of covering I had on, she grabbed my free arm and clipped it onto the collar as well. She ordered me to “Stand up,” just before she took her foot off of me to allow me to comply. With both my arms bound to my neck, standing up wasn’t as intuitive as it should have been. I had to roll over onto my stomach, wiggle myself onto my knees from an awkward position, and eventually balance my weight back and fourth until I was able to get back to my feet. All the while her icy stare was watching me make a fool of myself.

Again, she shattered any sense of accomplishment I may have felt as soon as I succeeded by roughly grabbing my sac through the thin material of my underwear. The pain from the grab was light, but it was enough to remind me just how vulnerable I was. She silently toyed with my gentiles, squeezing my balls and shaft before giving a few light smacks to the area with the back of her hand. She ordered me to “Turn around,” and again I could do nothing but comply. As soon as I was facing away from her, her hands began to go to work. One would stroke my chest, stomach and shoulders while the other was focused completely on either smacking or roughly groping my ass. I wasn’t aware of it, but I was blushing quite hard as she inspected me so outright, toying with my body and reminding me that I had no say in the matter. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was just such a feeling of powerlessness.

Eventually, she was finished with her groping and ordered me to turn around again. This time, she reached down and pulled my underwear down. Leaving me completely naked and renewing that feeling of openness once again.  She gave me shaft, which was now fairly stiff with involuntary arousal, a light stroke with a small laugh. Without a word, she walked behind me, and gave me a sudden, harsh shove. Trying to keep my balance, I staggered forward before my thighs crashed into her desk, making me fall over onto it. Before I could try to stand up she approached me from behind. Again she was groping my ass although this position, bent over her desk, was so much more embarrassing. She told me to “Stay,” which again reminded me of an owner commanding a dog, and I did since I could feel how vulnerable I was to her. I wasn’t about to get her angry while I was bound and bent over her desk like this.

She walked around her desk and retrieved a long rope. I wasn’t sure what she planned to do with it, but it was slowly unveiled to me as she configured my cuffs so they were attached to each other in front of me. She tied the rope to the connecting point of the cuffs and pulled it under her desk. After walking around behind me, she began slapping one of my thighs hard and often while she simply said “Open.” I got the idea and spread my legs to try and appease her slaps. Eventually I was open enough, and she fastened my ankle to the leg of her desk. She repeated the slapping and securing of my second leg, leaving me bound open over her desk.

She once again fiddled through her desk drawer, but I couldn’t see what she was up to. All she allowed me to know was what she began to say, “I think the problem you have is that you’re still in the wrong mind-set about our little arrangement.  Boys like you are so used to the old notions of the man being in charge in a relationship. So you have to learn how to properly respect the power of women. This is my office, and you’re my employee. I’m the boss, I’m the one calling the shots, and you’re my hot little secretary who I’m fucking on the side. But of course words are wasted on boys like you, who are too set in your ways to understand. Actions speak louder than words, so I’ll have to teach you that you’re my bitch.”

While I was trying to figure out just what she had in mind, I soon got the idea as I felt a cold wet, dull object goose my spread-open ass. All at once, I realized that she was wearing a strap-on, as her hands held my waist and she pulled her hips in. I could feel the dildo pushing up and forcing its way into me. It was lubricated fairly well, so there was no way I could resist it. I tried the only thing I could do,

“Please wait. I didn’t do anything. Stop. I don’t want-“ She cut me off with a harsh slap to my face.

“Shut up bitch. You should be thanking me for the honor of getting fucked by me. The only sounds I want to hear from you are your moans and whimpers. If you keep whining I’m going to seriously punish you. And trust me, this isn’t anything near what I consider punishment.”

Even as she said that, to emphasize her point, she gave a rough buck of her hips, pushing the full length of her strap on into me, making me groan loudly as she did. She started to pull her hips back for several inches before she thrust hard into me again. I tried to break free to protect myself from this violation, but the bonds were effective at keeping me restrained and at her mercy. She gave me a few more of the rough thrusts before she was content that I had shut up. She “rewarded” me by slowing herself down a bit, establishing a smoother rhythm. Compared to the rough treatment, her new pace was almost pleasant. It was still extremely uncomfortable in every way, but at least now it was bearable.

I guess my groans had quieted down, since she started slapping my ass and asking, “Aww, is that better sweetie? Do you like that?” I was both too ashamed, and too angry to answer, but she kept slapping my ass harder and faster until I answered, “Yes.” She slapped my ass even harder now as her voice took on a commanding tone instead of its patronizing one, “You mean ‘Yes, I love it Miss Heartman.’” She gave me a few rough thrusts again, prompting me to answer her again. I spitefully said, “Yes, I love it Miss Heartman,” but she didn’t accept that. Her rough thrusts continued as she said, “I can’t hear you.” I said it again louder, groaning before I did. I objected to her toying with me, but there was nothing I could do but comply. I had to obey her and do it well if I wanted any kind of relief from her torment.

Soon, her rhythm became smoother once again, although her pace was speeding up. I could tell from the way my moans were the only ones in the room that she was started to get off on this. My own tight ass was starting to relax from the massaging grind of the strap-on. It toyed with my body’s pleasure despite how much I resented the position I was in. Her excitement was growing, which mean trouble for me. Her nails began to dig into my waist and her thrusts were growing more erratic. Although with the adrenaline she’d worked up in me, it all translated into more pleasure and the pain was too dull to notice. My body was even reacting to her, moving to try and accommodate her thrusts and make it less rough of myself. It was basically as though my body was fucking her back as she thrust into me.

Her moans had been growing with her pace, and she was now furiously thrusting into me, keeping me on the very threshold of discomfort and pleasure. She was clearly well into the pleasure, as she was nearly screaming as she began grinding her pelvis against my ass. I could tell that she was cumming, as she let out a long tense moan followed by a slow recovery pace of her thrusting as she cooled down. She eventually pulled out, leaving me heated and unfulfilled. While she caught her breath, she patted my ass saying, “Good boy.” I couldn’t see what she was doing behind me, and I couldn’t hear her over the sound of my own panting breaths and pumping blood in my ears.

The next sign I saw of her was when she went back to her desk drawer. She replaced her strap-on inside, and pulled out something else. I quickly found out it was a butt-plug as she began working it into my tired and warmed up ass. Needless to say, I felt quite “full” again especially since this plug was wider than the strap-on. But it was also strange, as it seemed to have something hanging off of it, like a tail. She walked around the room a bit, leaving me to try and get used to the strange sensations that were flowing through my body. When I saw her again, she was holding my clothes, and locked them in a drawer. It occurred to me that without them I was effectively trapped in this office.  She knew that too, as she felt comfortable undoing my bonds and letting me free. But she wasn’t finished amusing herself with me just yet.

She attached a leash to the center clip of my collar and ordered me to get on my hands and knees. I was fairly desperate to get my clothes back so I obeyed her without question. She began to give me another demeaning speech, “Of course fucking you like a bitch isn’t really enough. Boys like you can be really dense at times, so I have to make sure you get the message. A real bitch is a lowly creature that humiliates itself for its owner’s amusement. Performing tricks and begging for affection are what separates a bottom from a bitch. So, let’s see you perform.”

She pulled the leash, and began walking me around the room on my hands and knees. I was still somewhat dazed from the adrenaline rush and the heavy arousal, so I was fairly willing to comply with anything she wanted at this point. She had me perform tricks for her, things like sitting, going to her, rolling over, begging for pat on the head and the like. It was all very humiliating but I complied because I’d accepted my situation. Only if I was a “good boy” and kept her happy would I get away from this horrible game. But I was performing under a false notion.

She led me under her desk, where I was surprised to see an interesting arrangement. There were several bars that seemed out of place, as well as a dog bed place under there. I didn’t really know what to expect, but started piecing it together as she tied the leash off to one of the bars, and then cuffed my hands around another above the bed. I was basically bound in such a position that I was trapped under her desk. I thought it was another humiliation trick, but she then patted my head and said, “Good night. Get some sleep. Tomorrow’s another big day for you.” I thought she was joking, as she disappeared. I heard the ruffling sounds of material, which I assumed was her getting dressed. Then the lights went out and the door to her office closed and locked. By the time I realized that I was stuck there for the rest of the night, I was hopelessly trapped in the situation. I couldn’t call for help, since I was naked and tied up under her desk, and who knows what would happen if I was discovered there. I fought against the restraints a few times before I gave up completely. I wanted to try and figure some way out of this, but as the adrenaline was settling down, I started to realize just how exhausted she’d made me over the day. Before I could get my mind focused on an escape plan, I actually began to nod off. I was screwed.