Worker

  If I were to be asked to name one thing about doing paperwork, I think I wouldn’t. But if I were asked to name exactly which thing I liked least of all about it, it would not actually be the mind-numbing task of filling it out. On the whole, I deal with having my mind numbed a little bit. It’s the constant knowledge that at the end of it I have to turn it in to my boss.
    I’m not the kind of person to throw around the term, “cunt” but… Sally is a serious cunt. Every time I enter her office, she takes every care to make sure that I know that her higher pay grade means that I am a robot made to serve her, and that every time I slip up on the tiniest thing, it is because my programming isn’t quite perfect. So I cannot tell how glad I was that she wasn’t in her office when I entered to drop them off. 
    I dropped the papers off and was about to leave when I heard a small but insistent tapping on the floor. It was extremely fast and was coming in a discontinuous pattern. Since there wasn’t anyone who could see me, I couldn’t see that it would hurt to find out what it was. I crept up to the closet, trying to be sure that she wasn’t about to sneak up on me and bitch me out for looking in her closet. 
   And then, as I opened the door, there she was. Not behind me, but in front of me. She was in the closet. And she was the one tapping. 
   It took me a second to process everything that I was seeing. Sally was wearing nothing but her bra and panties which, I was lightly amused to learn, were pink and tight. But more to the point, she was strapped to the wall. Tight straps of leather were holding here against the wall at her hands, which were above her head, her neck, her knees and her ankles. Finally, a large wad of cloth had been stuffed into her mouth then sealed in with packing tape. Since the wall behind her was padded, the tapping with her feet was, effectively, the only way that she could make any sound.