My Secretary Is Tied Up At The Moment

Connie Bailey was Brad Johnson’s legal secretary.  A hot redhead in her early twenties, she had a body  to die for—36D chest, 22 inch waistline, and 34 inch hips. 
This one day, she came into the office wearing a  skin-tight red top, a short tweed
skirt and high heels.  
All Brad could do all day was imagine what  she looked like in her bra and panties, tied up!

She bent over to hand him a brief and he got a load of those huge cans!  Man oh Man!  The cleavage was killing him.  She went back to her desk and all he could think of was her huge rack in tight inescapable bondage!
He had wood that just wouldn’t go away.

“Connie, come into my office for a moment. I need you to pick up a few things for me at the local drugstore.” She came in, sashaying toward him in her tight skirt, her boobs jiggling provocatively at him.  She opened her note pad.

“Now let’s see.  You want cigarettes, scotch tape, scissors, white bed sheets, electrical tape and, what’s this?  Clothesline?  What do you need that for?” she asked him puzzled. “Never you mind, Connie.  Just get it. And make it snappy!”

He was all heated now, excited just at the prospect of her BUYING rope! 
She gave him a funny look.  He sure was acting strange.

When she brought him his “supplies”, he sequestered himself in his office where he cut the rope into loops  carefully taping the ends so that they wouldn’t fray.    He then tore the white sheet up into strips.

She came in a couple of times and asked him if she could help with anything. 
She couldn’t figure  out what in the world he was doing.  Wasn’t he supposed to be working?

“No, I’m fine,” he said brusquely.  His tone was heated; his loins were on fire!

When he got the rope and the gag ready, he invited Connie back into his office.

“Connie, have you ever been tied up?” he asked her straight away.

She scrunched up her face and thought about his question for a moment. 
“So that’s what all this is about, eh?  Do you want to tie me up?”

“Oh God!   Yes!” he gasped.