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Finally, Tanya pulled on the leather boots and zipped them up. She looked around the set. It was empty now.

She stepped up to the whipping bench, bent over, and tied her wrists and ankles into the straps. Her bare bottom was up in the air, her tits were hanging out the front of the corset, and her nipples were already hard.

This is crazy, she thought, but there's no backing out now.

The door opened, and she heard the click of footsteps coming closer. She craned her neck to see who it was.

"Oh! Uh, good afternoon, Mr. Smith. I didn't expect you."

Her boss stared at her, his eyes wide. "What is the meaning of this? Why are you naked?"

"Uh..."

"You called me in here, and I find you like this? I will have you fired for this!"

"No, please! Let me explain!"

Mr. Smith looked her up and down. His eyes lingered on her exposed breasts, then on the crack of her ass.

"Very well. Explain."

"Um, it's for the promo pictures. They want to do some kinky stuff, and they asked me to be the, um, model. I agreed because, uh, it's my favorite author and the book is really good and I just want to help."

Mr. Smith walked up to her and put his hand on her ass. "I think there's another reason."

"There isn't, sir."

"Really? Your body says otherwise."

"That's not...oh!"

Mr. Smith had pushed his fingers between her legs, into her wet pussy.

"See? You're enjoying this. Tell the truth."

"It's not that, I'm not..."

"I can always fire you."

"Okay! Okay, I'll admit it. I was curious."

"Curious?"

"What it would be like. To be, um, punished. To have a man do whatever he wanted to me."

Mr. Smith slapped her ass, causing her to yelp.

"You want to be my sex slave?"

"Yes, sir."

He slapped her again.

"Tell me how bad you want it."

"I want it so bad. I've never felt this way before. I'm sorry."

"Then you'll be my slave, starting today. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now let's take some pictures. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it."

The door opened again,