Boss

  I tested everything, step by step. First, I tried to move my left leg. The two straps had no give at all. Next, I tried my other leg. No matter how much I strained, there wasn’t a bit of movement. I was solidly pushed against the wall. Next, I tried my head. I found that I could slightly move it to the side, but I couldn’t look down at my own body at all. Next I tested the gag, gradually trying harder to push a sound through the tape and cloth. Eventually, I could tell that if it weren’t for the gag I would be screaming loud enough for half the building, and there wasn’t even an audible squeak. I tried to move my left arm. My wrist was stuck firm. I had a slight give about the elbow and shoulder, which I considered correcting by either getting a new strap or moving the current one a little bit up, but it wasn’t a productive motion. Then I started to move my right hand. And disaster struck. 
    I heard a small metallic clatter. I didn’t need to look to know what it was, which was good, because I couldn’t if I wanted to. It was the key to the lock that was holding my hand in place. The key without which I couldn’t escape by myself. 
    Instantly, I started to struggle wildly. The smooth, cold wall rubbed against my nearly bare skin. But just like I had designed them, nothing gave. I tried screaming again, and nothing happened. I was trapped. 
    Worse, my only hope of escaping involved someone finding out about my little fantasies. 
    I had had fantasies about being tied up for a long time. But it had only been recently that they had been intense enough that they started to interfere with my work. Obviously, I couldn’t tell anyone about them, so I had constructed this. I already had a similar one at home, but I apparently needed one at the office too. So I got this one. And now I was stuck to it. Stuck until someone found out. 
   It was only about ten minutes that the door opened. Naturally, I couldn’t tell who it was, but it really didn’t matter. I started tapping my feet on the floor desperately and randomly, praying that whoever it was would hear it, and bracing for the shame that would come. 
    I heard the person’s footprints stop and walk towards the closet. A violent blush ran across my cheeks as the door was slowly opened and I saw Arthur standing in front of me.