3 comments/ 14004 views/ 16 favorites Office Slave, Tied Servitude By: HeyAll Renee was a woman with a very particular fetish. Ropes. Bondage. Restraints. Those were the things which made her feel safe. It gave her the feeling that she was alive. It was her dirty little secret. And only a select group of people actually knew about it. She was a financial analyst for Cobolt Lansing, a major corporation. And she was also a personal slave to Mr. Stevens, a Director for the company. Their master/slave relationship was taken to new heights when she was summoned to his office, to submit her monthly financial report. Renee stood silently in the large private office as Mr. Stevens reviewed the report. She was dressed professionally as usually (just the way he liked). Office skirt and a buttoned up top. His favorite. She even wore heels and kept her hair tied in a nice sleek ponytail. Classy but sassy, was her philosophy on fashion. "Things are going well," he said, eyes on the paper. "The numbers seem to indicate that." He finally looked at her. "I know this is out of your expertise, but do you have an opinion on our impending acquisition of Decker Johnson Hamilton International?" "From my perspective, it appears to be a wise acquisition." "Why?" "The numbers are solid," she replied confidently. "Their records look marginally profitable, but once acquired, Cobolt has the resources to make the acquisition worthwhile in a few years. I think you're making a great decision." Mr. Stevens smiled, "There's three things I love; beauty, submission, and financial growth." "That's why I'm here." "Speaking of which, the acquisition signing is a rather private affair." She raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" "You see, they've been very good to me in the past. So I think it's fair to return the favor. We're already giving them a nice financial package. And I've promised them something else as well." "Like?" Renee asked, raising her other eyebrow. "Like my favorite slave." "Sounds interesting. Although I've never been much of a host." "You won't need to do anything," he clarified. "Not really. All you have to do is show up, and I'll handle the rest." "So, you have bondage in mind?" "What else would I do with you? You look perfect when you're bound. A true work of art." "Your art," she pointed out. "Then I suppose I'm an artist who's lucky enough to work with the finest material. The meeting is this Sunday night at 10 pm. The main conference room. Don't be late. Any questions?" "How should I look?" He thought for a moment. "Clothes wouldn't matter, since you'll be naked. High heels would be nice. And fix your hair & make-up. You'll need to look like a high class whore." Renee felt her pussy twitch. "Thank you master." "Come here." Renee approached her boss behind his desk. The looked each other in the eyes while he sat, and she stood. He pulled her down so that she sat on his lap. "You know that I will always keep you safe, right?" he asked. "Of course I know that." Mr. Stevens slid his hand between Renee's bare legs, rubbing her thighs, before finding her panties. He parted the middle of the panties with his fingers, and he put his fingers in, making her gasp. "There are some surprises in store for you," he said. "You're going to love it. I promise." He pushed his fingers in deeper, making Renee's eyes widen. *** It was the night of the business deal. Renee was told that her outfit didn't matter, but she dressed up anyway, wearing an expensive sleek black dress. Her hair was neatly tied. She wore 4 inch black high heels. And her make-up was done like a classy whore. Mr. Stevens seemed impressed when he saw her in the conference room. The room was empty. There were documents on the table, waiting to be signed. Most importantly, there were ropes. Oh god, the ropes. "Exquisite," he said. She smiled, "Thank you." As she approached him in the long conference room, she was instructed to stop, and stand still. "Undress," he said. "Just throw your clothes on the floor. I don't care. But get naked. They'll be here any minute. And I want you prepared." Renee's pussy twitched and she undressed where she stood. She undressed casually, like she was in a doctor's office. Like nudity was no big deal. And in that instance, it wasn't. Mr. Stevens must have seen her naked a million times already. She got naked as she stood by the window. Anyone working late in a nearby building would have gotten an eye-full if they simply knew where to look. Piece by piece, her tiny articles of clothes hit the floor as she tossed them. And there she was. Naked Renee. Wearing nothing but high heels and slutty make-up. The seemingly demure financial analyst was transformed into something else for that night. A corporate whore. "My perfect submissive," he smiled. "Come here. I have a present for you. A new set of ropes." She walked towards him. "Looks intimidating." "It does. But they're comfortable, I can assure you. They're made specifically for binding particular kinds of women." "And what kind is that?" "Slaves," he said, looking her in the eyes. "Now sit on the table, next to the contracts." Renee smiled as things became more interesting. She sat on the table. The surface of the table felt cold against her naked ass. But she didn't mind. The coldness was only temporary. "Lay back," he said. "Spread eagle." Renee widened her legs. She had flexible legs. She was a dancer growing up, and in the past several years, an advanced yoga practitioner. She spread her legs wide open so that her inner cunt was fully visible. At that moment, she was a gynecologist's best friend. Then came the ropes. Oh god, the ropes. Mr. Stevens was an expert with ropes. He knew exactly what to do, and how to bind women. It was his special little secret, and he never revealed how he learned it. But the important thing was that his technique was flawless. First, the ankles were bound. Renee watched in admiration as her master expertly tied each ankle with precision. It was done tightly. The tighter the ropes became, the more alive Renee felt. Her secret submissive side was coming to life. The ropes were tied to the long conference table. Renee's legs were bound in the spread eagle position. There was no way she could close her legs. Not with the strength of those ropes. "Good," he said. "Now sit upright. Your delicate breasts are next." She sat upright as Mr. Stevens tied rope around her body, around her chest, and around each breasts. The ropes squeezed each of Renee's perky tits. They turned a slight shade of red. Her pink nipples had become a slightly darker color. Breast binding was an art. It required special technique and care. But Mr. Stevens was a master at it. He knew how to do it. Not too painful. Not too light. Just a delicate balance between pain & pleasure. He would never want to hurt Renee, who was his prized possession. Then came the wrists. Renee's wrists were bound together with the same precision. Not too tight. Not too weak. Just enough to bind her, and to make her feel the pain. It was complete control. Renee had nowhere to go, and no way to move. It was total domination and complete ownership. And Renee had never felt so safe in her life. Her body had transformed into a work of art. Naked. Beautiful. Tied. Spread. The ropes were like beautifully designed spider webs. Trapping her with nowhere to run. Then came the gag. Not just any gag. Renee's black panties were picked up from the table and gently placed in her mouth. Finally, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a blindfold. "You'll be wearing this for the beginning," he said. "It will enhance your physical and mental pleasure. Then it will be removed, okay?" She nodded. A beeping sound came from Mr. Stevens's other pocket. He checked his phone to see a text message. "They're here," he smiled. *** In the time that followed, Renee was blindfolded as the small number of businessmen came to the conference room to conduct their meeting. At first, the men complimented Renee's beauty. They admired her nudity. Then it was down to business. They discussed the deal with Mr. Stevens. Then the contracts were signed. All while Renee was bound, gagged & blindfolded in the spread eagle position. Being blindfolded was a mental thrill unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was a different kind of submission. She didn't know who was looking at her. Or where they were looking. Maybe her face? Her lips? Her tits? Her heels? Most likely the gaping hole that was her pussy. That was probably the preferred choice. She listened as the men made a toast with their glasses. "To good business," Mr. Stevens said. And they all had a drink. Finally, it was time for the real business. It was time for Renee. Oh god, it was time. She had never entertained so many people before. Sure, it was a fantasy. Everyone has fantasies. But she was always a proud slave to one person at a time. Not to a group of people. But, it was all a part of her master's plan. "This beauty is Renee," the master said. "She is a top financial analyst here at Cobolt Lansing. And she is also my favorite slave. She is a pain slut. She loves domination. Physical domination. To be more specific, she loves being tied and bound. Gagged too. Isn't she gorgeous?" The businessmen expressed their approval. All while Renee was blindfolded. She wished she could see. But she wondered if she would be too mortified to look at them. That question was answered when Mr. Stevens removed the blindfold and allowed her to see. Her eyes immediately adjusted to the light, and she saw three other men, all wearing suits, staring at her. Her heart pounded. Never had she felt so exposed. Her submissive secret was exposed to multiple people. Her breasts and pussy felt even more exposed. God, her pussy was almost dripping at that point. "Any ideas?" Mr. Stevens asked the men. The older businessman removed the panty-gag from Renee's mouth. Then he reached below to wipe her pussy, getting a nice finger full of her pussy juice. Then he put the wet finger inside of her mouth, so that Renee could taste herself in front of everyone. It was a taste she was very familiar with. She sucked the finger clean while looking the stranger in the eyes. "She's quite the submissive one," the man said to Mr. Stevens. "Very." "I'd like to make her cum," he said. With that, the older stern looking businessman picked up the recently signed contract, which was a stack of papers. He rolled the contract into a tube shape. It was ready to spank something. But first, he put Renee's panties back inside of her mouth, to gag her and to prevent any sounds from coming out. Then, he struck Renee's left breast with the rolled up contract. Then again, striking her nipple. Then the other breast. And the other nipple. It was repeated over and over. Her sensitive nipples were reaching its limit. Renee's breasts were already tense enough from being bound with the ropes. They were sore and very sensitive at that point. All of that made the striking from the rolled paper even more intense. It was pain and pleasure. Just like she liked. All Renee could do was bite down on her panty and absorb the pain. That was the point of the gag. Her opinions and thoughts didn't really matter. She was just a body to be used. She tried not to moan. She simply bit down. The roll of paper was aimed lower. This time, it was aimed at Renee's pussy. "Lay back," the man said. "This is going to feel...interesting..." Renee nodded. Then she laid back. Her eyes faced the ceiling. Her wrists still bound together. Her legs spread eagle with her ankles tied apart. Then came the first strike. There was no warm-up. No feeling out process. The first strike went directly to her open pussy. It hurt badly. The second strike was aimed to her clit. Her poor little sensitive clit. She bit down hard on the panty in her mouth. God, she wanted to cry. More strikes came. The room became filled with the noise of the rolled contract being systematically used to strike Renee's open (and helpless) pussy. Pain and pleasure at its finest. Then it stopped. She heard the sound of the contract being tossed onto the table. Thank god that was over. She couldn't see her pussy, but she imagined that it must have been a dark shade of red at that point. A wave of pleasure unexpectedly came. She felt the man licking her cunt. It was a beautiful contrast of sensitive pleasure after feeling her cunt being abused. Maybe the man wasn't such a prick after all? The licking continued. Then came fingering. The man was hell bent on pleasing that pussy after nearly ruining it. While Renee's eyes were looking at the ceiling of the conference room, she saw another man on his knees, on the table. He approached her. It was obvious what he wanted. Especially as he unzipped his pants. His intention was even more clear when he pulled the panty out of her mouth. "Impress me," he said, his cock dangling above her lips. He lowered himself. His cock went in Renee's mouth. She sucked like her job was on the line. She sucked hard and fast. She loved oral sex. She loved receiving it from the guy eating her pussy. And she loved giving it to the guy who was burying his cock down her throat. As Renee continued her oral duty, she felt the older man stop licking. Then she felt herself being penetrated by a cock. She didn't bother to look down at him. It felt nice. That was all that mattered. She continued sucking the cock while her pussy was suddenly getting fucked. Two men at once. How many fantasies and fetishes could be fulfilled in a night? It was a night of many firsts. She counted her blessings as a lucky girl as she was being fucked, and the guy in front of her face fucked her throat. Another pair of hands caressed Renee's breasts. This time, by a different man. Her sensitive and tied breasts. It was a much needed feeling to relieve the pain. Especially when the guy bent down to suck her abused nipples. It was a much welcomed relief to the rough night her tits had already faced. All of the pain she felt that night was turning into pleasure. Even the cock ramming down her throat. It was a beautiful contrast. Pain. Then pleasure. Submissive arousal at its finest. The man fucking her pussy went harder. She knew he was almost done. The man pulled out and jerked off, cumming all over her stomach. "What a great fuck," the older man groaned. "She sucks cock like an angel," the man fucking her throat added. "Amazing breasts, too," another man added. The man fondling her breasts stopped what he was doing. Then he positioned himself between Renee's tied, spread eagle legs. He wanted to fuck. Entry was easy because of her bondage position. Renee enjoyed the bliss of being fucked in the pussy again, as the other man continued fucking her throat. Oral sex was a talent that Renee prided herself on. She had a tight suction with her mouth. And she could take things deep. She proudly displayed her talent in front of all the men in the conference room. She lifted her head and took the cock even deeper. It was almost like she was challenging the guy to really fuck her throat. She took the cock all the way inside her mouth and sucked. "Oh fuck," the guy moaned. "This woman can suck." Renee winked at the man and pulled her mouth back, sucking the tip of his penis. By then, the man had already reached his limit. He groaned loudly and stroked his wet shaft, cumming down Renee's throat. She stuck her tongue out, careful not to spill a drop. The entire load went on her tongue, mouth, and throat. With a single gulp, she swallowed, and it was all gone. The man fucking her pussy eventually relented as well. He pulled out and jerked off, cumming all over Renee's stomach, just like the older man did. While Renee's wrists were still bound, she reached below and wiped all the cum that rested on her stomach, using her fingers. Then she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked everything clean, as if she had never tasted anything so sweet before. For her, it was submissive heaven. *** Monday morning. As soon as she arrived to the office, she was summoned to Mr. Stevens's office. It was unusual that he would summon her so soon after a previous meeting, but after the wild Sunday night they recently shared, she wasn't entirely surprised either. She entered the office while Mr. Stevens sat behind his desk. She stood in the middle of the room. Perfect posture, like a good corporate submissive. "You wanted to see me?" He nodded. "They can't stop raving about you." "Then I've done my job," she smiled. "How did I ever get so lucky to find a woman like you? Gorgeous. Smart. And submissive in all the right ways." "With all due respect, I'm the lucky one, not you." "Fair enough," he said. "Is your pussy still sore?" Renee answered by lifting the front of her office skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her bare pussy was showing and there were still red marks from the vaginal spanking she had received from the rolled contract. "Looks painful," he noted. "I'm a big girl. I can handle it." "Soothe yourself while I watch. Lick your fingers, and play with your pussy. You deserve it, my slave." She smiled, "Thank you master." Renee put two fingers inside of her mouth. She sucked her fingers to make it wet. Then she brought it down and rubbed her crotch. The cool feeling of her saliva felt nice on her tender skin. She touched the redness and rubbed. That wasn't the only part which still ached. She reached to her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse. She opened her top to reveal a white bra. Then she pulled her bra upwards to reveal her bare tits. The deep red markings were still there. Markings from the rope which had tightly bound her breasts for a long period of time, along with the markings from being hit by the rolled contract repeatedly. Renee sucked the fingers on both hands and played with herself. One hand playing with her sore nipples. The other hand playing with her sore clitoris. Her saliva provided a nice cooling sensation. She masturbated in the middle of the corporate office. As she rubbed her nipples and clit, it wasn't long before she came. It was hard to remain standing, but she managed. She came. And her eyes briefly rolled back for a moment. Her toes curled and she briefly stood tip-toed on the floor. Her mouth was wide open and she released a series of gasps. When it was done, Renee regained her composure again. It was back to being the proper corporate analyst she was known for. She pulled her bra down to cover her red tits. She buttoned her top. And she pulled her office skirt down to cover her freshly orgasmed pussy. After a few pleasantries were exchanged, Renee left the office. It was back to work. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.