BDSM

You click on "BDSM", not even exactly sure what it is. But as you see the preview pics of the videos, you immediatly feel flushed with heat. Women in chains. Women wearing collars. Women tied to strange furniture or devices, ready for use. Women wearing ballgags in their mouths, which strangely look incredibly sexy and hot.

You start one of the clips, which features a woman with a red ballgag, her arms tied above her head, her legs **** apart by a spreader bar. A man starts flogging her with a small whip, and the woman screams and moans, trying to protect herself, raising her right leg in a really helpless and completely powerless motion, until the spreader bar prevents further movement. You stare at the scene, and something inside you wonders why you feel so incredibly aroused. The woman is now tormented with a vibrator while still being flogged, and her cries are clearly cries of pleasure, not of pain. Your mouth is dry, your panty feels moist. You had no idea that these things existed...

You choose another clip, where a woman is tied in complicated yet beautiful artistic rope ties and knots. A man stands behind her, and starts fucking her exposed ass. The woman is wearing a ring gag, and she is moaning and drooling, as suddenly a second man steps into the scene and starts using her mouth. You wonder if anybody would notice, if you vanish quickly into the restrooms to masturbate. Gosh, you need to release the heat, your groin is burning.

The woman cums. Screaming and shivering. You gasp and moan. This looks so incredible! And you had no idea...!

More clips. More videos. You want to know more. And you start fingering yourself, right in your office. Doesn't matter anyway, nobody is there.

As somebody arrives at your desk, you quickly close the window, looking up, feeling quite guilty and also trying to conceal the heat in your face. "You join us for lunch?", asks Samantha. You startle and look at the clock. Lunch? You just arrived! You only wanted to check a quick little video clip. How come you spent the whole morning? Shocked, you shake your head: "Thanks, Sam, I have so much work to do..."

"You are working too much", your co-worker says. "Look at yourself, you've been in here way too long. Your face is red. You need some fresh air."

"Thanks. I'll be alright, Sam."

The woman shrugs and leaves. You take a deep breath and stare at your screen, where you see your e-mail inbox. What the hell just happened with you? The whole morning? Seriously?!?