Glamour bondage by Uncle M

Here’s another tale I have concocted; for purposes of this story, the main character here (named Julie) is based on the woman I was talking about in a previous email to you (the dressing room woman); we’ll say she is in her late 20’s about 5 foot 6, black hair, very tanned, size 8 feet with deep maroon pedicure, fingernails short with a the same color polish.  Janet is in her late 30’s, with blond hair, pale skin, short fingernails unpainted, about 5 foot 8,  I’ll call this one “The Unpopular Co-Worker.”

Janet was by the coffee pot, looking at another long week ahead.  The problem wasn’t with her work, which was consistently above average; it was with her fellow team member Julie, who couldn’t get anything done.  Julie, while smart, was a bit flaky, and couldn’t keep herself focused at work.  Well, she was focused, just not on the correct things; instead of finishing projects, she was constantly on her black Motorola Razr cell phone, talking to friends, family, or anyone who would listen.  It was like the cell was attached to her ear, when she should have her butt attached to her chair, and her fingers to the keyboard, getting work done.  Something had to be done, and done quickly.  Then, Janet got an idea; the two of them were supposed to stay late on Friday night, and revenge would be hers.

That Friday morning, she walked into Julie’s office, and set the plan into motion.  “Julie, I have a friend working at Banana Republic, and she said she can get custom-fit dress slacks for us for a great deal.  Interested?”  Julie’s face lit up with a smile, saying “Of course I would!  Here, I’ll write down my size.”  “No need,” said Janet, “I brought a measuring tape, I’ll check now.  Just do me a favor and stretch out your leg as far as possible sitting down.  My friend said it’s the most effective way to do this.”  Julie was a little confused, but wasn’t thinking too much about it; she had a busy day of lunch dates and phone calls to friends to plan for the upcoming weekend.  Obliging Janet, she sat down in her office chair, and Janet made the measurements.  “Great,” said Janet, writing down the measurements, “so we’re still on for some late work tonight, right?”  “Yep,” said Julie with a sigh, adding “the fun never ends.”  Janet walked out of her office, snickering.

That evening, with the office all but empty, Janet walked in to find Julie at her desk, with her feet up, talking on her cell phone.  Julie had already cashed in for the night, and had changed into a pink polo, jean capri pants, and flip flops.  “Ok, come by my office around 8, and we’ll go out then.”  Noticing Janet at the door, she said “Hey, it’s a big event at the club tonight, if we’re not finished, can you just stay later and finish up for me?”  Janet smirked and said, “I don’t think that will be a problem; sit down, relax, we’ll figure it out.”  Julie picked up her phone and said “Just let me check my voicemail really fast;” as she sat down in her chair with the phone pressed to hear ear, Janet quietly pulled some rope out of her bag, and slid behind Julie; before Julie knew what had happened, Janet grabbed around her and pulled the rope tight.  “Hey!” yelled Julie as she realized what was happening, and the phone was knocked from her grasp to the floor, where it hit with a sickening *thud.*  “What the hell are you doing?!” Julie exclaimed, to which Janet smiled and said “Revenge” through clenched teeth.  “I’m calling the police!” Julie yelled, and she reached down her arm for the phone; however, Janet had the rope around her pretty tightly already, and Julie’s arm couldn’t quite get down to the ground; the phone sat inches beyond her grasping fingertips, as she strained, slightly wiggling her fingers.  The light shone off her painted fingernails, her fingers were spread out completely, and her hand shook with the effort.  She let out a little grown, but was spending too much effort trying to reach her trusty phone, instead of fighting off Janet. The rope held her back, and Janet simultaneously grabbed the left arm, pulled it back with the right, and kicked the phone to the wall. 

Before Julie knew it, Janet had her tied tightly to the chair.  Janet then pushed the chair to the front of Julie’s desk, grabbed more rope, and tied the wheel legs of the chair to the legs of the desk, preventing any further movement.  “What is this all about?!  Because I’m younger and more attractive?!  Let me out!”  Julie exclaimed.  Janet finished the tie, sighed, and squatted in front of Julie with the phone in one hand, and the measuring tape in the other.

“We’re all sick of you and this damn phone!” said Janet.  “But here’s what I’m going to do, because I’m nice; I’ll put the phone down in front of you, and if you can reach it, you can call for help.  I’m not going to hurt you, not going to do anything else; just call for help, and you’ll be fine.”  Janet then put the measuring tape down, measured out a certain amount, and put the phone down just beyond the tape.  Julie looked on curiously, but decided to keep her mouth shut.  Janet, then walked out of the office and shut the door.  Little did Julie know, though, that she was watching from the side window.

Julie sighed and said to herself, “Wow is she stupid; she doesn’t know I learned to dial with my toes during truth and dare at summer camp.  I’ll call building security, and that will be that.”  Julie slid down a bit, stretched out her legs, and…

…found frustration. The phone sat just barely beyond her big toe; Julie stretched out as far as possible, the muscles in her legs and feet standing out, and her toes spreading out a bit, but the phone was just barely too far away.  Then she realized; the measurement this morning had been to see how far she could stretch, for this purpose; the phone had been placed just barely beyond her reach!  Julie grunted in frustration.  Maybe Janet had been wrong in her measurements; Julie slid again, pushing against the ropes, and straining her legs and toes for her precious phone, the phone she had been so proud to use, and now the pink metal glinted beyond her struggling toes.

Janet looked from outside the office with a sense of glee, and a sense of irony; Julie had that phone with her 24/7, always in her grasp, and now, when she needed it most, it barely evaded her grasp.  Janet would probably be in trouble for this, would probably pay dearly for it, maybe with her job.  She would eventually free Julie from the bonds that held her back.  No matter; she pulled up a chair, sat, and enjoyed watching Julie, Ms. Always-On-Her-Cell, stretched to her limit, the phone barely escaping the grasp of her tanned and perfectly-pedicured toes.  How nice.