Introduction
"Fuck me," Alicia said. Well, not said exactly. She thought it as loud as she could, but she wouldn't be saying anything. Instead she ground her teeth into the rubber cock shaped gag in her mouth. A slight noise escaped her mouth and the man sitting at the desk looked up curiously. He raised an eyebrow as if to ask her a question but then shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his screens, typing rapidly.
Alicia swayed there tied to a cross bar, wearing heels, the mouth gag and her favorite diamond earrings as she contemplated how she got in this position. The bet was a sure thing. There was no way to lose. How could she lose? And yet she did lose and was swaying naked in her friend's office while he ignored her to work.
The Bet
Two years earlier Alicia had met Rick at a coffee shop near his office and struck up a conversation. She was trying to make money for her home business and had just spend $12,000 on a website but didn't get anything from it. She and her web developer were sitting a table over and the developer had just asked for more money to build a Google AdWords campaign. Alicia said, "But I just paid you for a new website and SEO! But I haven't gotten any leads yet. And now you want even more money for an AdWords budget? When will I get results?" The developer shrugged and said, "Sometimes you don't! It's not my fault. Blame Google!" before storming out.
"Pardon me, but that didn't sound positive," Rick introduced himself. Alicia spent the next half hour talking through her frustrations with spending money on marketing and not getting any results. Rick listened carefully and asked her if she was serious about growing.
"Yeah, I just blew a bunch of money on that jerkwad. What do you think I'm trying to do? But I haven't found anything that works!"
Rick explained how he built growth plans for companies and he'd be interested in doing some free coaching for her. She was cute and he appreciated both her ambition and frustration in wanting to grow but getting screwed by a vendor who didn't have any clear metrics to abide by. The next week she met him at his office and they began a coaching relationship that lasted a few years. Along with the coaching went a little flirting, of course.
Both of them were married but enjoyed the banter with each other over a business driven conversation.
In May this year Alicia had gone into Rick's private bathroom and seen a picture on the wall of a nude woman standing on a sheet of ice in the middle of winter. Returning to the chairs and coffee she brought the picture with. "Who is this?"
He blushed, "Just a friend. Well, more than a friend. A few years ago we fooled around but then she found someone new. But that picture was beautiful so she let me keep it. I like beautiful women and I thought her standing on the ice in winter was stunning."
"Is that why you put up with me?"
"No! Well, kinda. You think about what we talk about and do some of it. That's why you've doubled your business in the past few years. But, yeah, you're sexy as hell. I'd love to have you standing in the corner as a piece of art for my office," Rick winked mischievously.
Alicia laughed, "Yeah and I'd love an all-expenses paid trip to Puerto Vallarta for me and my girlfriends. But neither of us are likely to get what we want, are we, Mister?"
She leaned forward to grab her coffee and flashed him a little cleavage. She had paid good money for these tits, and flirting with men was a good way to justify that purchase.
Rick laughed with her and made no attempt to hide his ogling. "Well, that may be true."
The two of them tittered nervously before Alicia changed the subject. "So, you watching the NBA finals?"
"Absolutely! Cavs in six!" He replied confidently while grabbing Alicia a Coors Light and himself a Summit Saga from his fridge.
"No fucking way. Warriors in five. Maybe even four!" Alicia taunted as she opened her beer at him.
"Keep dreaming, girl. LeBron wants this one. He can taste it."
Alicia grinned and said, "Wanna bet?"
Rick smiled and said quickly, "Yeah. If the Warriors win I'll buy your trip for you and your galpals. If the Cavs win, you come here and be some artwork for me for an afternoon."
"That's not fair," Alicia blurted.
"What's not fair about it?"
"You don't stand a chance. That's what's not fair. Agreed Mr. Sales Consultant Guy," Alicia grinned as she reached out to shake hands on the deal.
The Office 2:00PM
Who would have thought the Cavs would come back and win? But win they did and Alicia kept her end of the bargain. At 2PM sharp she stepped into Rick's office. He was on the phone with someone and pointed to the soft brown couch in the corner of the office. He was typing away on his laptop furiously, asking quiet but direct questions of the person on the phone.
"Are you sure that's what you said? I think you should walk away from this deal. I know. But if they won't work with you on your terms, you have to work with them on theirs. Are you sure that's what you want?" Rick's brow furrowed as he shook his head. "Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you." A pause. "Yes, come by if you need me. I understand. Bye."
Time stopped as he hung up the phone and Alicia inhaled deeply. Rick looked up, his driven business personality still there even as his mouth twitched with amusement. "Well, here we are. And frankly, when the Cavs were down 2-0 and then 3-1 I thought I was going to have to call a travel agent. But I was right about LeBron! I won't rub it in." He stood and went to the bar and poured Alicia a light Vodka Tonic with a wedge of lime. "Drink this." He raised his full coffee mug and they clinked glasses. "Here's to lucky bets and beautiful women!"
Alicia blushed and sipped her drink. "Yeah, I was so excited there, I told my friend I expected to win a trip and that she'd be coming with! I think I got her hopes up. But yeah, you won. So what exactly are you going to do with me?"
"You have five minutes to finish that drink, and then you will stand and I will prepare you to be my piece of art! Meanwhile, I have a bit of work to do," Rick winked and took off his suit coat and hung it on a hanger in his closet. He went into the bathroom and then opened a door Alicia had not been through before. It was always locked and even now, he didn't let her peek in. He leaned out and told her to keep her eyes on her drink while he rummaged around.
Two minutes later he reappeared with a box he seemed to struggle with. He set the box down and sat down on the floor. From the box he extracted an Allen wrench and a heavy disk on the floor. The disk was about two feet in diameter and had a hole in the center of it. A power cord trailed off but Rick did not yet plug it in. First he attached a three foot segment of steel chrome pole. And then to that he added a second.
"Stand up, please?" the question offered politeness veiled in the steel of command.
Alicia stood up and Rick directed her to stand next to the pole. Her five foot six body stood next to the six foot pole as he pulled out a cross bar and began to attach it. "You may sit and finish your drink, but you only have a minute or two before I will take the glass from you."
To the three feet wide chrome cross beam he hung two carabineer hooks with silken rope attached to them. Then he affixed a similar chrome tube through the base of the device and attached two similar hooks with rope. Stepping back he looked at Alicia and then back at the contraption. Alicia began to wonder exactly what she had gotten into and started with, "Um . . . "
Rick sat down with his cup of coffee. "I'm going to turn you into a work of art for a few hours. But that is all. We're friends and business associates so I will thoroughly enjoy my win but I won't take advantage of the situation. But now, Alicia, bottoms up with your drink. It's time to strip." He handed her two hangers and a cloth bag for her extras. "If you like you can do so in the bathroom but I will come get you in three minutes if you are not out here." He then quietly bent over and plugged in the device.
Alicia took the hangers and drained her drink. All the years of light flirtation had never led her to think she'd actually be nude in front of Rick. Sure, she had occasionally imagined herself in bed with him when her husband tried his boring attempts at lovemaking. Rick was firm and controlling in any situation - as he was here. But also patient to explain things she hadn't been trained on. He had admired her ambition but enjoyed seeing her curves and beauty. So. There it was, except now even more so. She handed him her glass and said, "I have nothing to hide from you, why start now?" with a smirk. She swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her skirt. As Rick had occasionally suspected, she rarely wore anything underneath and today there seemed no point. Her full breasts popping out and swaying slightly. She placed her blouse and skirt on the hangers provided and walked over to the closet.
Rick gulped as he took in his first full vision of this beautiful woman, her ass bouncing as she moved to the closet. But seizing command of himself he took her hand and led her to the contraption. "Stand on the disc," he said while lifting her right hand to the rope hanging down. Deftly he secured her hand in the rope while neither cutting off circulation nor giving her any hope of wiggling free.
Alicia breathed heavily, her breasts swelling up and down. She was wondering how far this would go. Just being nude in this office where she had done so much was an immense turn on. But also losing the ability to control the situation for three hours had her more than a little nervous. Then he took her left hand and did the same while looking straight at her face. She believed in action and here she was deprived of it. Her left hand was secured and then Rick tied both her feet to the bottom cross bar and she stood exposed on this gray disc. She could move her limbs a few inches each, so she wouldn't cramp up, but there was no illusion. If she tried moving too much, she would fall over on her face and not be able to stop it.
Pulling a small leather strapped cock from his pocket he instructed her to open her mouth and he slid it in when she did so. Then securing its straps around the back of her head, he tugged the straps tight to make sure it didn't move.
