Glamour bondage by Uncle M

It was an interesting weekend, to say the least. I spent most of it tied up and being tortured in some manner, each one getting progressively worse. By the time I got to work on Tuesday morning, I was pretty sure nothing would happen to me at the office. I mean, as the personal assistant to some womanizing executive, there was not way I was going to end up tied up. Or so I thought. A week went by. Then another. By the time the Thursday more than two weeks after my abduction came, I was pretty sure that Uncle M would not be showing up.

But before I continue, one might wonder why I didn’t report the abduction. Well, nothing bad happened. Well really bad. Yes, I was tied. Yes, I was tortured in some form. But I survived and was released. So long as it didn’t happen again, I wasn’t going to do anything. Boy, was I ever wrong about being rid of Uncle M.

I was putting away files in a back room for my boss when, out of nowhere, a gagged slams into my mouth and I am forced to my knees. I could not believe that this was happening again. And at work! And again, I failed to realize that I should struggle before I ended up on the floor in another hog tie. Great. Just great. And it’s late enough in the day that my boss has probably left.

Uncle M comes in front of my and smiles, patting my head. He tells me that he’s proud of me for being such a good girl the past few weeks and that this is my reward. Reward!? The drool flies as I look up at him through my hair, spitting mad at him that I’ve been tied like this. What if the custodian finds me? Or my boss? How am I going to explain to them that I could have avoided this predicament by pressing charges when I got home two weeks ago? They’ll think I’m doing this for the attention.

I hear footsteps and a good night before the light is turned out and the door is closed. As I lay there staring into the dark, all I can think is: at least there’s no spiders this time. Turns out, there’s worse things than spiders. They’re called co-workers.