I walked into the Boss's office wearing taut darksome disco jeans, a white blouse -- unbuttoned low sufficiently to watch my cleavage, a printed neck scarf and leather peep toe 6.3 inch super arch high heels. As I strode across the office precariously balancing as I made every step, I asked the Boss if this guy wanted to watch me. He turned around to face me with string already in his hand. I knew what this chab wanted. I saw the way this chab eyed my gazoo and legs as I paraded around the office doing "errands", or what I likewise like to call it - getting the Boss' attention.He didn't waste anytime getting what this guy wanted. The Boss bound my arms tightly behind my back. I squirmed against the arm tying, reveling in the tightness. Mr. Big Boss came up to me and untied the scarf around my neck. He poked a bright silk scarf into my face hole and added the scarf I was wearing on master of it. My throat stretched as wide as it could to push around all the throat stuffing. The Boss picked up a roll of microfoam tape and started to wrap it around my head. My lips were crammed up constricted against the tape. I could feel the compression of the tape grow with every wrap. My jaws were beginning to suffering. But the Boss took my mind of the anguish with greater quantity string.Mr. Big Boss pulled me into him and wrapped a piece of string around my waist. He cinched it taut betwixt my back and arms, pulling my arms closer to my body. I could feel the string digging into my forearms as I struggled against it. I was already having a raw time balancing in my greatly high, high heels. But the Boss wanted to make me practice my stability in em, so this chab bound my legs jointly. He started animal play my haunches and worked himself down, adding a string above and under my knees and animal play my ankles. As this guy cinched my ankles jointly, I could feel my balance begin to falter. The Boss enjoyed watching me balance on the heels, so much so that this guy came over to me and twirled me around, making me a adult baby dizzy. Once I had regained my balance, that guy came over to me and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing greater amount of my cleavage. He did his ordinary, I've got other places to be grope - goodbye and left me standing by the wall.I tried to squirm around but nearly succeeded in falling down instead. I let out a squeal from behind my gag and tried to discover the wall anew. The Boss rejoined me after a during the time that of me resistance play precariously. He grabbed some string and I looked animal training my current predicament... I wasn't sure where this guy was going to add that. Then this chab looped a piece around my neck and started to tie off.He pulled the loose end to my ankles, making me to bow over. Mr. Big Boss then fastened it off to my ankle cinch, leaving me bent over and slightly off balanced. My sub lip quivered and I whined behind the gag as I tried to discover my stability. A burn began in my hips from the made position.The Boss came back into the office and untied the neck string. He made me sit down and retied the string to my knee cinch, making me into a ball position. The ropes were taut against my skin, every time I moved my arm ropes dug deeper into my flesh. I tried to move but if I got also close to one side, I could fall over. I wasn't interested in a intense strike to the floor, especially in this position. My lips were beginning to hurt from being crammed so tightly against the microfoam tape. My hips were sore from the standing position.

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