I walked into the Boss’s office wearing tight black disco jeans, a white blouse — unbuttoned low enough to see 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 each step, I asked the Boss if he wanted to see me. He turned around to face me with string already in his hand. I knew what he wanted. I saw the way he eyed my bottom and legs as I paraded around the office doing "errands", or what I also like to call it – acquiring the Boss’ attention.He didn’t waste anytime getting what he wanted. The Boss tied up my arms tightly behind my back. I squirmed against the arm bondage, reveling in the tightness. Mr. Big Boss came up to me and untied the scarf around my neck. He shoved a bright silk scarf into my mouth and added the scarf I was wearing on top of it. My mouth stretched as wide as it could to handle all the mouth stuffing. The Boss picked up a roll of microfoam tape and started to wrap it around my head. My lips were pressed up tight against the tape. I could feel the compression of the tape grow with each wrap. My jaws were starting to ache. But the Boss took my mind of the agony with more string.Mr. Big Boss pulled me into him and wrapped a piece of string around my waist. He cinched it tight between my back and arms, pulling my arms closer to my skin. I could feel the string digging into my forearms as I struggled against it. I was already having a hard time balancing in my incredibly high, high heels. But the Boss wanted to make me practice my stability in them, so he tied up my legs together. He started at my thighs and worked himself down, adding a string above and below my knees and at my ankles. As he cinched my ankles together, I could feel my balance start to falter. The Boss enjoyed watching me balance on the heels, so much so that he came over to me and twirled me around, making me a little dizzy. Once I had regained my balance, he came over to me and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing more of my cleavage. He did his traditional, I’ve got other places to be grope – goodbye and left me standing by the wall.I tried to squirm around but almost succeeded in falling down instead. I let out a squeal from behind my gag and tried to find the wall again. The Boss rejoined me after a while of me struggling precariously. He grabbed some string and I looked at my current predicament… I wasn’t sure where he was going to add that. Then he looped a piece around my neck and started to chain off.He pulled the loose end to my ankles, making me to bend over. Mr. Big Boss then bound it off to my ankle cinch, leaving me bent over and slightly off balanced. My bum lip quivered and I whined behind the gag as I tried to find my stability. A burn began in my thighs 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 tight against my skin, each time I moved my arm ropes dug deeper into my skin. I tried to move but if I got too close to one side, I could fall over. I wasn’t interested in a hard hit to the floor, especially in this position. My lips were starting to hurt from being pressed so tightly against the microfoam tape. My thighs were sore from the standing position.
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