He ties you up

He stands up, comes around the desk and leans against it, never letting you out of his eyes. He crosses his arms and when he talks again, his voice is firm and commanding: "Strip."

You hesitate for a second and to your own surprise you grab your shirt and take it off, exposing your breasts to the man in front of you who you just met for the first time. Your thoughts are still whirling around in your head and you're unable to make even one proper thought, but apparently some part of you wants nothing more than doing anything he tells you to do and this part seems to **** your current confusion to take control over your body.

"Everything." He nods at your skirt and again your hands follow his command almost immediately. Your skirt drops to the floor, soon followed by your panties. You take a step back, leaving your shoes with your skirt, and stand completely naked in front of him. "Turn around." As you turn around, you hear him walking a few steps to the wall and opening a drawer. He takes something out of it and comes back. Once he stands behind you, he takes your arms and puts them together behind your back. You hear a loud sound. Duct tape? "What are y-" Suddenly you feel his hand on your mouth. "Have I allowed you to speak?" You shake your head. "Well, then don't do it." He lets go of your mouth and goes back to whatever it is he's doing behind your back. You soon find out though, when he starts tieing your arms firmly together with some kind of duct tape. You try to look behind you. "Hey, wh-" "Shut up and keep your head straight!" You can't help but obey once again, although you feel fear growing in you. What have I gotten myself into? "I guess we'll need this when you refuse to shut up." Once again you feel his hand on your mouth, but this time he pushes something in it. Some kind of ball? You quickly recognize it as a ballgag when he starts tieing the attached leatherstrings together behind your head. You try to protest, but onlyincomprehensible moaning escapes your mouth and your attempt to move your arms gets immediately stopped by the tape holding them tightly together. He grabs your shoulders to turn you around and pushes you back into the chair behind you. One leg after the other gets grabbed and taped to the respective armrest, leaving your pussy completely exposed. Finally he steps besides you and starts taping your upper body under the breasts to the backrest, leaving you unable to move any part of your body. A weird mix of fear, desire and excitement rushes through your body when the well-built man steps in front of you, a satisfied look on his face.

Suddenly he looks above you where loud ticking indicates a clock you must have overlooked earlier. "Oh crap", he quickly runs around his desk and gathers some papers. He picks up a jacket from a corner and puts it on. "I have to meet a friend in about five minutes, so I really gotta go, sorry." He rushes to the door. "Don't go anywhere." He winks once more at you and leaves the room - only to return only a few seconds later. He steps in front of you, takes his phone out of his pocket and takes three quick pictures only to rush out again. "See ya later!". He turns off the light and when the door clicks shut only moments later you sit in complete darkness.

For a while you keep staring towards the door, unable to understand what just happened, while the realization about your situation slowly creeps into your head. You try to move your arms and legs, but you quickly give up. The duct tape was simply too tight and sturdy. Your screams are muffled by the gag and the thick door gives you little hope that someone would ever hear you - especially not that useless bitch at the counter. You will have to wait until he gets back...Whenever that may be...

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