The flyaway cami with both pairs of handcuffs

You grab the flimsy blue cami and put it on. The front billows open easily exposing your flat slender belly. Your nipples are covered a little bit but can be clearly seen through the sheer material. The matching thong is a side-tie making it easy to put on and probably even easier to take off. You step into a silvery pair of open toed heels that you think match nicely.

You grab a butterfly vibrator from the back shelf and secure it underneath the thong; it too is visible through the sheer fabric. There is a protrusion that penetrates you but most of the vibrator is outside pressed against your vulva. It has a remote with four settings you switch to the medium setting.

You collect the rest of the toys into a box, grabbing some things from the outfits as well, and put it on your desk. You than write a rule.

• New Rule When the owner of the rule has her hands bound behind her back at work no one will expect her to complete her assigned tasks and plan around her failing to. But she will make it up to them with sexual favours, be punished, or both.

You then dig both pairs of handcuffs from the box. They are slightly different sizes. You lock one end of the smaller set to your left wrist. The larger pair is likely meant for your ankles, but instead you lock it around you left arm just above the elbow.

You then turn to your coworker Raph. He has only worked at this office a month or two, but he is outgoing, and you are friendly, so you get a long fine. You ask him to lock the cuffs.

"Sure" he replies with a sly grin "but it will cost you."

You get excited, you are already owing favours. "Anything" you say seductively.

"Give me that remote."

You hand it over feeling a twinge of disappointment. More so when, after completing your bondage, he turns the vibrator down to what you guess is the light setting.

The leather cuffs bring your elbows very close together behind your back not enough to be painful. But it forces you shoulders back and your back to arch a little, make your breasts stand proudly. You love this position; you front is completely exposed and **** to whatever anyone wants to do.

You do make an effort to get your work done. You find if you twist your body in the right way you can use the mouse. Accessing your email is hard, you can't type and look at the screen, but your password is accepted on the third try. You scroll down and begin to reply to the first one.

It is correspondence with a charity. You wright a sentence turn around see the mistake and try to retype again. After about 10 mins you have a brief paragraph

You are interrupted by a voice behind you. "I am sorry to bother you Jenny, have you had a chance to proof read my proposal." It's Ruth she is dressed a bit more old fashioned than you would, wearing a frilly blouse poking out of a simple jacket and ankle length skirt, but it matches her pale innocent face.

"No, I'm sorry" you answer a little guilty. You completely forgot you said you would after you got the coffee. And you would have easily had time if you hadn't wasted so much time masturbating.

"That is quite alright. I had Jake look over it as well" she replies with a reassuring smile. "But I think I have too punish you now" she adds looking a little apologetic. This excites you but you wish she had said something like "you can make it up to me by penetrating my womanhood with that double ended artificial phallus" in her usual measured and proper English.

"Is that what these are for?" She asks indicating the box of not safe for work items on your desk at work.

"Yes, you can use those or anything else"

"This one should not hurt too much" she says selecting the soft flogger and apparently not understanding the idea of a punishment.

You eagerly bend over your desk and she begins to drag the flogger over your bare ass.

She doesn't whip you hard enough; the flogger makes a swishing sound instead of a satisfying crack when she strikes you. "Please, harder!" you plead a little louder then you intended after about six blows. She jumps back in surprise but to her credit gives you a more sufficient strike.

She continues giving her harder strokes and after each you press your crotch into the desk, pressing the vibrator deeper in, and let out a moan. Eventually Raph gives into your desperation and turns the vibrator up to medium. After about a dozen she stops and says "Well I guess, I hope you have learned your lesson."

And you reply a little devilishly "Mmm, Oh yes, thank you ma'am, please return if you think I need more." This was a bit much for her and she has quietly disappeared by the time you stand up to continue typing.