It was a usual Friday night in the office. Mark, the MD, and I were the last ones in, and had finished our work for the week. We'd been friends since before Uni, and generally we finished off our weeks with some expensive tequila and good chat. Usually Paige would finish her day at work at about 7.30, and since the office was between her job and home, she'd stop in and we'd walk back together.
Over the course of the last few months we'd chatted about all sorts, but as we got more tipsy we'd generally make our way over to raunchy matters. Soon he knew every one of my fantasies, even the ones I'd never told Paige about, and he knew all the things that made her tick and go week at the knees. To his own credit, he'd told me all about his frequent conquests, how he was always looking out for submissive girls who would do as he said. Dominating women was definitely his big thing.
I was two tequilas in, but Mark didn't seem to be drinking, not exceptionally unusual, but definitely out of the ordinary, but I wasn't really feeling much pain, and didn't really care if he felt the same! I'd just finished telling him how I'd gotten a rare pre-work shag that morning, and he clapped me on the back.
"Come see my latest purchase! It arrived today," he said as he perched on the edge of my desk. I followed him past the other desks and into his office. It was a swanky office, with three of the walls made of glass. One looked out on to the various buildings of the city, but the other two looked out on to the office floor, made of that one-way mirror glass so he could see out and watch us working, but we could never see in to him. Other than the door through to his PA's little vestibule, the final wall was entirely covered by a bookcase, groaning with the heavy volumes.
In the corner was a new addition though, evidently his new purchase. It was a high-backed chair, looking a lot like an old-fashioned barber chair. "It's top of the range," he told me. "Only three of them in country. Sit down."
I did as I was told, sitting down and placing my arms on the armrests. "OK, watch this," he said. With a practiced hand, he pulled two straps over the armrests, and suddenly my arms were bound in place. "It's the best fucking bondage chair in the land mate!" he said with a smile. "Actually, maybe that should be the best bondage fucking chair! Here, I'll show you how it works." I was pretty impressed, to be honest, I couldn't move my arms at all but it wasn't uncomfortable. A few minutes later he'd fastened further straps round my ankles, thighs, and chest. I was completely immobile, but failing to see why it was so incredible.
"OK, I'll admit, it's pretty comfy and I definitely can't move, but I don't see what's so amazing about it. I mean, you've told me before that you've basically done the same thing with rope and a dining chair before!"
"Aha, I've not shown you the clever bit yet!" He walked to a desk and picked up a remote, and pointed it at the chair. A button clicked, and suddenly my legs were being pulled obscenely apart. Another button click and the chair rocked backward, which would (had a girl been in the chair) put the recipient in a prime position for fucking. Another press stretched my arms above my head. One last click returned me back to sitting, with my legs together.
"Fucking hell mate, that is fucking clever," I told him, with a gigantic beam on my face.
"Oh, forgot to show you this bit," he said. "Close your eyes."
I did as he asked, shutting my eyes as I felt him fiddle around next to my head. The movement stopped, and after a minute I opened my mouth to say "can I open my eyes now?" but as soon as I parted my lips he pressed forwards, and as my eyes shot open I found myself with a U-shaped bit of metal passed around my face, evidently attaching to the head rest that my head was now tightly clamped to. But between my lips and attached to the restraint was a ball gag, preventing me from talking. Nevertheless, I did my best to smile around the gag to show how much I appreciated how amazing a piece of kit it was as he talked away.
"Sorry for the surprise! I just really love that bit," he said. "It's got loads of different types of gags. Ones that force your mouth open, ones shaped like a cock, even one that's like a urinal. Best purchase I ever made mate!" I gave a thumbs-up, but at the moment the buzzer went in the office to indicate that someone was waiting outside. Mark moved behind me and pushed the chair until it was at one of the windows looking out on to the office, directly facing my desk.
Mark went out to answer the buzzer, and with a start I realised that it must be Paige, finished with her day and ready to head home. As I realised that they passed in to view, heading for my desk.
"Sorry about this," I heard Mark saying. "I had to send Will out on an errand, but he should be back soon. Do you want a drink while you wait?" She said yes, and he poured out four shots of tequila. "Actually," he said, "I've already had two!" A bald-faced lie, since he hadn't touched a drop yet, but he continued "maybe you should play catch up?" Paige just gave a cheeky smile, and quickly polished off the two shots with a definite grimace. I was getting angry and worked up, unable to move, unable even to make a sound, watching as Mark refilled her glasses. They clinked the first glasses together, she downed it... and he surreptitiously dumped his out behind him. The same happened with the second glass, and she was now four tequilas in the hole while he was soberer than a priest on Sunday. They chatted away for a little while, her sitting in my office chair, him leaning against my desk, and bit by bit I could see the cloud falling over her face as the alcohol took hold.
