Woman gives scissors then bondage

Title: The Secretaries’ Spandex Bondage

It started as any other day at the office -ayette typing away at her computer, in between sips of grinding, strong coffee. Little did she know that this weary Wednesday would turn into a tantalizing adventure of lust, love and latex.

“Ms. McGregory, my office. Now!” barked out the deep, commanding voice of their boss, Mr. Simpson from his corner executive suite.ρυمنتV=”/”>Vaky waved over to the other secretaries, “cover for me,” she whispered with a nervous giggle. “You know how he is.”

She walked over to his office, her stiletto heels clicking on the vinyl floor tiles. “You wanted to see me, sir?” she said, peeking her head inside the semi-darkened room. The blinds were closed, the overhead lights off. Just a small lamp on the desk cast eerie shadows.

“Come in, Ayaka. Shut the door,” he growled, not even looking up from the papers scattered on his desk.

As she closed the door behind her, she noticed he was still in his business suit from the day before. A day-old glazed doughnut sat in a pink pastry box. Wads of balled up scratch paper littered the credenza.

Her boss looked up…and smiled. A Cheshire grin, slow and sinister. “Ayaka my dear, I’m going to need you to stay late. Catch up on some work.”

“Of course, sir,” she replied, sempre smart. “Whatever you need.”

He stood up, unknotting his red silk tie. “There’s been a mistake with the quarterly TPS reports for the Tokyo office. You’re the only one who can straighten it out.”

“Okay, I’ll get right on it,” Amy said, taking a step towards his desk. “But sir, my shift ended 10 minutes ago…”

He leaned forward, his thick fingers intertwined on the green leather blotter. “I know my dear. But the company pays you well. Let’s not forget what you agreed to when you accepted this job.”

Amy’s eyes widened. “You mean-” She gulped. “I…I thought that was a one time thing?”

“One for all, and all for one,” he smirked. “Now apologize for your insolence.”

Amy lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry sir. I understand the terms of my employment.” She curved her delicately painted lips into a seductive smile.

And then, without warning, her boss yanked her by the wrists, pulling her across the desk. He bound her hands with a pair of shiny silver scissors he produced from his breast pocket. They were cold against her skin, and she shivered.

“Remember, Ayaka,” he mused, circling her like a shark. “You work for me. All of you.” He paused directly behind her. “You’re MY secretary.”

And with that, he ripped open her blouse, buttons flying like shrapnel. He seized her spandex-covered breasts, squeezing roughly. She gasped at the sudden pain, a shockwave of pleasure radiating between her thighs.

He gathered her hair in a ponytail and yanked her head back. His other hand slid between her legs, rubbing her sensitive sex through the thin fabric. She moaned, bucking her hips against his fingers, craving more of the delicious friction.

Panting, he spun her around to face him. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I’m going to punish you for your defiance,” he hissed.

He bent her over the desk, flipping up her tight spandex skirt. Her sheer Holdups glistened in the candlelight. He smacked her maximatively on the rear, causing a yelp of surprise.

The spanking continued, one cheek, then the other, alternating. She counted out loud as ordered – one reddening smack after another. By the tenth he was sliding his fingers past her soaked underwear. She wriggled and moaned in delicious agony, craving his touch and despising her own needy weakness.

Getting the scanner, he aimed it at different parts of her body. Then cut the scissors across each of the scanned target points. Slowly, then quickly until she was bound in shiny metal again, panting, her nipples straining against the latex holdups.

“Very good, Ayaka. You’ve taken your punishment well.” He leaned in close, his hot breathe tickling her ear. “Now, let’s move on to your reward…”

He pulled out a gleaming black strap-on, glinting evilly in the candlelight. He unzipped his fly, letting his thick shaft spring free. She eyed it hungrily, feeling a rush of anticipation between her legs.

Grabbing her hips, he slid himself inside her, groaning at the sudden wet heat. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the exquisite sensation, the filthy pleasure of it all. He started pumping, faster, harder, spanking her with each thrust, leaving no doubt she belonged to him, utterly and absolutely.

Reaching a scream of ecstasy, he hil poles her. Then taking her wounded innocently and tying her up with the scissors, and covering her with a blanket stepping back, he smiled down at her panting form splayed across his desk.

“Stay there, Ayaka,” he commanded, his eyes dark with lust. “Think about what a good girl you are. We’ll continue this again when I return.”

He gathered up his papers and walked out, leaving her trussed up and wanting, enraptured by his sadistic games.

For now, Amy thought, reliving the exquisite agony, the office could wait. Her boss still owned her body and soul. And she wouldn’t have it any other way…