Office Bound

 
Office Bound:
Fetish Stories
2011-05-19
This letter may sound like I'm bragging, or something on that level, but I
feel like I have to tell someone about my situation. It's been going on for
over two years now. I've never told anyone this story before, and I dought if
I'll ever tell it again.

First off, all names and references to names have been changed. The names
I'll be using are not correct, and any dates menchioned are mostly fictious.
If word of this ever leaked out, it could hurt or destroy a lot of people.

I'll start by giving you some background. I'm a man of thirty-five. I'm
about six feet tall, and weigh 175 pounds. I exercise every morning, and try
to eat healthy. People have told me I'm a good looking guy.

I work for a large marketting firm, in the area of project development and
persentations. For the past eight years, I've worked with clients, collect
data, perpare a persantation, then present the package. I enjoy the work, and
like the travel involved. I seem to travel at least once a month to verious
parts of North America.

My first five years in this position, I work very closly with a man named
Steve. He taught me much of the buisness, and showed me how to improve my
work. All in all, we worked well together, and made a lot of money for the
company.

Then, about three years ago, Steve got a better offer from another firm on
the west coast, and left the company. I felt happy for him, because I knew
this is what he wanted. But I also felt sad, because we were more than
co-workers, we were friends.

But before he left, Steve was asked who would be a suitable canadate to
fill his position. He recommended me, and the boss approved the idea. Here
was my big break, and I was about to take advantage of it. When Steve left, I
was promoted into his position, and assigned the duty of finding a replacement
for my old position. I've continued to make money for the company, and had
have nothing but rave reviews every year.

The hardest part of my new found duties was to hire a qualified person. I
contacted a local head-hunter, and was inundated with resumes. I narrowed down
the field to three people, and call all of them in for a interview.

The first two were not what I was looking for. One was just married, and
didn't like the idea of traveling and working late much. The second didn't
seem to have the personality for the job. But then the third one came in.

Her name was Julie. She was a blond, about five foot, three inches tall.
She was twenty-nine years old, but had the figure of a nineteen year old. Her
face was very pretty, and her walk gracefull. She wore a tan buisness suit,
cut just above the knee, with matching blouse and high heels. She was polite,
spoke very perfessionaly, and seemed to be a little shy or reserved. I must
admit, over all, I was very impressed.

I offered the job to her about a week later, and she accepted. By the end
of the month, she had completed her two weeks at her other job, and had started
in her new position as my assistant.

She proved to be a great asset to us. I had to train her to a new line of
thinking, but she learned quickly, and did her job very well. She reminded me
of myself when I first started at the company. A lot of raw potential and
talent, but need to be brought out and refined.

I must admit, I've admired her from the minute I saw her. Though no one
part of her was overwelming, it was a very nice package. Her blond hair was
curly, and in today's style. Her figure was nice, with a nice round buttocks,
and great legs. Her breasts was average, and she had the kind of waist you
wanted to wrap your arms around. She sometimes wares skirts that came above
the knee, and always wares sky-high heel shoes.

As I have already stated, Julie was a little shy. She didn't talk to many
of the men around the office at first. But as time went on, she seemed to
relax, and started to make friends. One of the office learches tried to make a
move on her. But she defended herself well, and interestingly told him to get
lost. I laughed to myself over it. But it also told me that she was devoted
to her husband.

I remember the first night we worked late. When I told her we needed to
finish a proposal by tomorrow, she called her husband, and said she was going
to work late. We were working in my office when five o'clock passed. She got
a little nervous at six-thirty, when the cleaning people left. I think she was
worried about being alone with me. But I spent a few minutes asking her about
her husband, and she seemed to relax. We finished the job around eight, and
went home.

Her first trip was real an experience for her. She didn't know what to
bring, what to ware to the airport, or what files to bring. I helped her
along, giving her the benefit of my travel experience.

I had her bring one business suit, comforatable clothes for the flight, a
couple outfits for seeing the town and having dinners, and her swimsuit for the
indoor pool and sauna. But, as it where, when I picked her up on the way to
the airport, her suitcase must of contained bricks. She brought enought on a
three day trip to last her two weeks.

Since it was her first trip, I persuaded our boss to let us stay an extra
day for sight seeing. She was so excited when we boarded the plane, and made
the run down the runway. Our plan was to arrive in the early afternoon, rent a
car, check into the hotel, then find where the office was. She seemed to give
a sigh of relief when we were given keys to seperate rooms. On later trips,
when we knew each other better, we might share a room to cut costs. But for
now, this seemed like the best course to take.

After we found the office, I sujested we find a place to eat. We found a
little steak house near the hotel, and dinned there. She was really excited to
be part of all this. For me, it was old hash, but with a new twist.

I must admit, I had hopes of a knock on my door later, hoping to she her
standing there, telling me how much she wanted me. But I wasn't going to start
anything on her. I didn't make a move on her for three reasons. One, she was
married. Two, I'm married. And three, if we did have a affair, it could make
things very sticky around the office, especially if we broke it off.

After dinner, we went back to the hotel. I sujested we change and take
advantage of the pool. She thought it was a great idea, and went to change. I
met her in the hall a few minutes later. Her legs were bare, and she wore a
large t-shirt over her suit.

We got to the pool, and I dove in. She hesitated for a moment before
removing her shirt. She wore a light blue, one piece suit, with low cut back
and front, and high cut legs. What a body that was hidden under those buisness
suits. I couldn't help but stared at her. Luckly, my hard on was under the
water line, and she didn't catch my gaze before she dove in.

The other people in the area left, so I went over to the whirlpool. Julie
came along. We chated, and talked of the poor souls slaving at the office. I
could tell she was agian nervous, wondering if I would make a move on her. I
never did. We left the pool area, dried off, had a couple drinks in the
lounge, and went to our seperate rooms. I didn't hear a knock that night.

The presentation went very well. Julie's part was to cover some background
info, and watch me make the pitch. They loved us, and we got the sale. After
the demo, Jim, the marketting manager, asked us if we would want to go out on
the town that night with him and his wife. We accepted and met them in the
hotel lobby.

Julie wore a jean skirt that just came above the knee, a bulky pink
sweater, and matching heels. I couldn't help myself to staring at those legs
throughout the night.

Jim and Wendy, his wife, took us to a couple of places, giving us the tour
of the town. Both of them were a lot of fun, and Julie and Wendy danced a
couple of times. Jim and I talked a little buisness, but he couldn't help but
ask if I had made a score on my partner. I told him that much to my regreat, I
hadn't tried for various reasons. But all in all, we had a great time, and
didn't get in to after one o'clock.

We did a little sight seeing the next day, and caught a late flight home.
For the most part, it was a very sucessful trip, and a good trial run for my
partner and me. From then on, she relaxed, did wonderful presnetations, and
did her job very well.

Well, with all that said, I move on to the more interesting part of my
story. Once again, please let me state, I'm not bragging. I just need to tell
this once, and hope others might enjoy this tale as much as I enjoy it in life.

I was about a year after Julie started working for me. We were working
late one Tuesday night. A proposal had to be done by Thursday morning so it
could be given approvial and a final copy. We had to leave on Monday for the
persentation, and were a little behind. We were working in her office, with
papers piled everywhere, and a empty pizza box was on the floor.

We were both getting tired, and needed some caffine. Julie offered to go
down and get us a soda. As she walked out of the office, I asked her where a
file was. She said in the left desk drawer, but I didn't hear the word left,
and happened to look in the right drawer first. I didn't find the file, but
something much more interesting.

I heard a clunk, and I got curious. I looked, and found a pair of bright
silver handcuffs. They were the real thing, like the cops use. Heavy tempered
steal, with crome plating, and double locks. I also found a matching pair of
legcuffs. I played with them for a moment in wonder. Why would she have these
here? What did she do with them? I decided to find out more about my partner.

I got the file out of the drawer, and went back over to the table. I then
set the file in front of where she was sitting and placed both sets of cuff
inside the front cover of the file, and closed it up. Just as I finished, I
heard her footsteps comming. She brought in the sodas, and sat down in her
chair.

'I got to get a file from my office.' I said. 'I'll be back in a moment.
You might want to look at this one. Some very interesting stuff in it.'

'Alright.' she said and opened the cover. I stood in the doorway, waiting
to see her reaction. For a moment, she just stared at it. Her face went pail,
and her eyes were wide open. She closed the cover, and look up at me. I could
tell what was going through her mind. Did she place them there herself, or did
I. I walked over to her.

'I just want to know one thing.' I said. 'Do you use those things on
other perple, or are they used on you?'

She stared at me, not knowing what to say. At last, she spoke.

'Did you go..'

'No, I didn't go through your desk. I found them by accedent when I was
looking for the file. I heard a thunk in the desk that sounded like what I
thought it was. Curiosity took over from there.'

She opened the cover and look at them sitting there. 'You must think that
I'm strange, or something.'

I sat down again. 'Your personal life is your own to do what you want
with. If it affects you work life, then I would care. But I don't see that
happening. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything. You have my word on it.'

'Thank you for telling me that.'

'You still didn't answer my question.'

She looked down at the cuffs. I think she really didn't want to tell me
anything. She was deep in thought, and I think she was trying to make up a
lie. After a moment, she looked at me and seemed to make a discision.

'Yes, there mine.' She said as if she was answer another question. 'And
to answer your question, I like to have them used on me.'

'Why?' I asked. I wanted to know more. Did this girl think like I did.
'I like the feeling of being restranded. I like it when I have no control
over what's happening to me. I excites me, make me feel sexier, more alive. I
sounds strange, but when I'm tied down, I feel free.'

She poured it out like it was a confession. She seemed like she really
wanted to talk about this.

'And that's why you have these here?' I asked.

'No, not really. My husband doesn't approve of such things. He thinks
it's weird, too strange. He thinks we shouldn't have and don't need things
like this in our lives. He's never tried it, and probly never will.'

'Then why do you have in the first place, and why here?'

'I've had them for a long time, even before I met my husband. I bought
them myself, when another man and I were involved. As for having them here, I
have no other place to hide them.'

She wasn't mad or angry. She spoke firmly, very matter-of-factly. I
picked up the handcuffs and studied them.

'These arn't cheep.' I said. 'Good quality, double locks, re-enforced
steel. I bet they cost a good amount when you bought them.'

'There were expensive, but I didn't want something cheap. If I was going
to be restrained, I wanted to be restrained with no hope of escape.' She then
looked at me a little different. 'But it seems you know more of these things
that you've let on.'

I smiled. 'Yeah, I do. I guess we have a comman problem here. I love
this kind of stuff myself. I tried to get my wife involved in it, even before
we were married. When I tied her to the bed, she got hyper and nervous. I had
to untie her before she passed out. I tried again after we were married, but
the result was the same. Since then, I've never bothered again.'

'I does sound too furmilluar. It's a shame she isn't more open minded and
less scared. She would enjoy it.'

'She probely would. Your husband sound domminering. I'm surprised he
doesn't get into this.'

'I am too. Hey, maybe we should introduce you wife to my husband. They
might hit it off.'

'Yeah' I said as we chuckled. 'They just might.' I looked at her for a
moment. 'Have you use these lately?'

'Oh, sometimes I do.' she said as she took the cuff out of my hand. 'I'll
lock myself in them and struggle around for a few moments. It helps relieve
stress. But it's not the same alone as when someone else does it. And I like
ropes better than cuffs. It feels better, more personal. It's hard to tie
youself.'

'I guess it must be.' I said. It was then that an idea popped into my
head. I took the handcuff from her and walked behind her. She knew what I was
thinking. She sat back and put her wrists behind the chair. She made a little
sigh as I locked her wrists together. As soon as they were locked, she started
to squirm a little in her seat.

I took the legcuffs, turned her chair, and knelt in front of her. I locked
one ankle in the cuff, looped the chain around the seat post, and locked the
other cuff on her free ankle. I sat down in my chair and watched her go.

Julie struggled for several minutes. She would move herself around, trying
to get free. Whether she intended to or not, she put an a small show for me,
giving me view of her from all angles. She would turn the chair so I would get
a side view, then face me again, looking into my eyes. She softly grunted and
groaned from time to time.

I though about finding a gag for her mouth, but decided against it. For
some reason, I felt like I needed to release her. Maybe I was feeling guilty
or something, but I had to unlock her from her binds.

'Well,' I said as I unlocked her ankles. 'That was nice, but we better get
back to work.'

'Oh...yes...,' she said. 'I guess we better.'

I think she was having the same feelings I was. I unlocked her wrists and
gave her the keys. She took the cuffs and keys, and placed them back into the
desk drawer. We continued on with our work, and didn't speak a word of what
just happened.

We worked for another hour before calling it quits. I was almost eight
o'clock. We would start again in the morning, but knew there was another late
night ahead of us again.

Julie packed up and left the office before I did. I sat in my office for a
few minutes, think about what happened. One the one hand, I felt guilty for
doing it. But on the other hand, she didn't seemed to mind it, and acculaly
seemed to enjoy it. I put on my coat and left the office.

I contiuned to thing about it as I drove home. The more I thought, the
more I knew I couldn't let this get by me. She admitted she liked it, and she
still had her handcuffs, hoping it would happen again. She didn't try to hide
the cuffs better, and didn't tell me not to do it again.

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