Sandy struts into my office wearing a prim grey turtleneck and that cock-sure smile every 19-year-old has. She wants the executive-assistant slot; I want proof she can handle “high-stress situations.” My rope drawer slides open—her bratty smirk falters.
I bind her wrists first, then elbows, cinching each coil until the sweater stretches tight over perky, desperate tits. A low stool becomes her throne: ankles lashed to the legs, crotch rope splitting her snug skirt, every squirm grinding the hemp against her clit. She protests; I silence her with a big black ball-gag that turns sass into muffled, dripping whimpers. Clear strands slide down that innocent neckline while she rocks the stool, drool sparkling like submission jewelry.
Still too mouthy? I crank her higher—stool, girl and all—hoisting the entire package into a slow, swaying suspension. Gravity yanks the crotch rope deeper; she squeals through rubber. I circle like a shark, whispering every filthy doubt she’ll ever climb the corporate ladder—unless she learns to savor the strain. My fingers flick the rope; her body answers with a shuddering moan that says “hire me” in the only language left.

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