My stomach drops. "You tricked me!" I accuse.
"Well I gave you a choice. It's not my fault, you didn't ask more questions. Now, come over here so we can get started. My cock is ready to have you wrapped around it."
I don't move, frozen to the spot and thinking about whether I can make a run for it. But where would I go dressed in a bra and high heels? I look around frantically for something I can hit him with. But without free hands, even picking something up would be a challenge. I turn back to see him watching me like a cat playing with a mouse. A satisfied smile playing on his face. "Don't even think about running. I can make this ten times worse for you, you know. This is me playing nice."
He comes over and slowly pushes me down on my knees. I comply because I don't see any other choice than to submit to whatever he has in mind. After all, it's one evening, how bad can it get? It's got to end at some point. He snips whatever was tying my hands behind me, freeing them. I rub my arms and flex my fingers. "On all fours," he instructs.
I comply but then I feel him rubbing my ass again and flinch thinking he's going to inflict more spanking. Instead he applies a cold gel on my hot ass and starts to rub it into my heated behind. It feels exquisite and starts to relieve the stinging in my burning flesh. As I start to relax at his touch, his fingers graze my rear entrance and pause, circling with the smooth gel. I go tense, suddenly connecting the unfamiliar bulbous object and what he's doing.
"No!" I start to yell and twist around to fight him off. Quick as a panther he stuffs his cut-up tie into my mouth and pins my hands with one of his. Calmly, as if nothing's happening he slowly inserts a finger into my tight entrance. My eyes meet his in panic and I try to expel the offending finger. But it circles slowly, languorously and with the lubricant, slowly slides deeper inside to the first knuckle. I am pinned. Stuck in place, unable to protest when he pulls it out and two fingers follow the same path. It's not painful, just an unfamiliar feeling of being stretched. Then as I start to enjoy the sensation, the fingers retreat, leaving me wanting and empty. Then I feel a cold hard object pushing at the same place, twisting and pressing to gain access. This time it starts to feel painful and the pressure builds until I don't think I can take it. He's breaking me apart. I try to wriggle free but that seems to please him and the smile on his face widens. I realise why, moments later, when the butt plug makes its way, aided by my wriggling, all the way in. The pressure and pain recede, and are replaced by a strange feeling of fullness and heaviness.
Next, he looks at me and seems to decide something is missing. Grabbing the cups of my bra, he pulls each one down until my breasts are protruding over the cups. Then he releases my hands and starts to undo his belt and trousers.
I can't believe the state I'm in, on all fours, breasts out, naked below the waist and wearing a butt plug. Could this be any more humiliating? As if reading my mind, he says, "Now I want you to move over to the window and climb on the sofa on all fours. I want everyone to get a good look."
My office has a couch by the window with views out over the freeway and city. I literally cannot move. There's no way I can go up there like this. Someone will see. Seeing my panic, he seems to relent. "All right, I'll dim the lights for now, but if you don't do everything I say without protest, I'm going to tie you up in the window with the lights on and leave you there until Monday."
He turns off the main lights and I relax a little. Hopefully few, if any, cars will be able to see inside my office with this light. I start to stand up to move over to the sofa. "No" he barks, "on all fours. I want to see you moving."
