Zara All Tied Up At Work (M/F, Non-consent)

[CrimsonCavalier]

The clock ticked 7:45 PM on the wall, and the dimly lit reception of the television studio, Zara Levinsky, worked it. She had just spilled her coffee, watching as she pooled on the polished white floor.


“Shit, alright, Zara, keep it together." She murmured with frustration at the silent reception. “Just don´t stress out; just a few more papers and done."


The young woman moved fast away from the coffee maker at the right corner of the reception. Her dark and sleek high heels clacked on the floor, where there was no one there to hear them. While trying to balance a thick stack of paper in one hand and her mug of brewed coffee in another, Zara always kept her professional manner, even if she worked alone.


Zara was dressed in a tight-fitting secretary ensemble. A dark miniskirt accentuated the curves of her hips and thighs with every step. Her long, sharp legs were clad in smooth pants that added an air of elegance to her stride.


A pure white satin blouse, neatly tucked into the waistband, hinted at the dark tailleur-styled jacket that adorned her fair body, its lines tracing the contours of her voluptuous body. Her pushed chest rose and fell in as she breathed over her stressful situation.

She held her raven-black hair in a low bun. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. Zara`s sharp blue eyes, framed by the glasses, make her look both alluring and professional.


This is how Zara wore her office outfit when she interacted with coworkers during the day, which gave her a sense of superiority. It´s a pity that no one was around to envy the receptionist.


But that didn´t matter for Zara since she worked hard this year, with many given tasks to climb the corporate ladder and become an administrative assistant. She didn´t mind working with a consistent schedule to cover the shift most people don´t want. But overworking on a Friday night just made Zara eager to get back home as quickly as possible.

“Just a few more appointments and protocols to go through, and then I´m done,” Zara murmured to herself.


She sat down in her rolling chair at the front desk in the center of the reception. Her tight miniskirt rode slightly higher as she adjusted herself on the chair, revealing more of her smooth pantyhose-clad legs.


The thick stack of paper landed on the desk with a thud beside the Apple PC, and Zara sipped from her mug before starting the paperwork. She worked diligently while softly humming on her red lips. The distant town light outside the large glass window to the left provided a tranquil backdrop to her late-night endeavors.


Zara`s focus remained fixed on her computer screen. As she went through her tasks, her tongue danced over her red lips and rolled inside her mouth.


The soft hum of her computer filled the air. The warm glow from the desk lamp cast a gentle light on her workplace. Papers were nearly stacked, the glow from her computer screen reflecting off her glasses as she went through the unopened mail. The clicking of the keyboard and the tap of her heels against the floor echoed through the quiet reception. She picked up the papers, meeting documents, and plans for the studio´s shows. She runs her fingers down the page while reading through them.


After what felt like an hour, Zara stretched out and yawned a bit.


“Man, I´m killing myself with this work,” she said to herself. “It would be nice to have some company. Oh, right. Katherine, Charlie, and Sasha are here tonight. I´m not sure a screenwriter or security guard would be a helping hand with some administrative decision-making. Nah. I can do this! I do my part and say goodbye to them, and I say hello to Morris when I´m back home.”


The thought of her fluffy white cat offered a comforting thought for the task at hand.


Zara grew a smirk on her red lips at the memory of the screenwriter Katherine´s frustrations earlier in the day. Katherine`s struggle to meet deadlines and the late-night workload seemed trivial to Zara, who believed her tasks were of far greater importance.

Katherine was locked away in her writing room. Zara couldn`t help but relish in the knowledge that she was not burdened by the same creative struggles as the frazzled writer. Then there were the two female security guards, Charlie and Sasha, doing their thing in the security control room. God knows what they´re up to!



Zara continued her work, usually until she heard a faint noise. Zara paused her paperwork and looped through the glass door to see if the noise came from the dimly lit hallway.

“How the hell can it be at this hour?" she murmured.


As the noise persisted, it became more distinct, echoing through the hallway outside the glass door of the reception. Zara´s ears perked up like a cat sensing an intruder in its territory.


She rose from her rolling chair and approached the glass doors leading to the hallway outside. Her ample bosom rose and fell with a mix of intensity and curiosity.


Zara´s blue eyes widened as she spotted the tall figure approaching the glass door outside the hallway. She was surprised by the mysterious man in front of her. He was dressed in a dark blue flannel suit, wearing a fedora and Oxford shoes on his feet, and holding a brown suitcase in his left hand. He waved and smiled at Zara when he spotted her, to which she raised one eyebrow in response. He then pointed at the door handler, as if he wondered if it were locked. Zara stood silent for a minute until she slowly nodded, which made the man grin his white teeth and open the glass door, sliding into the reception like a dancer.


A sense of suspicion crept into Zara as the man, higher than herself, walked and stood in front of her with his gaze fixed on her.


“Can I help you?” Zara asked.


“Good evening," said the man with a deep voice that broke the silence. “Apologies if I frightened you, mam."


“No problem, I guess,” she replied with a sharp tone in an attempt to mask the underlying unease of the stranger`s presence. She hoped to get this visitor down quickly so she could get back to finishing her work.


“My name is Jason Filmer the Second, and I would like to meet Katherine Sennan. I know it´s a bit late, but it´s an urgent matter,” he stated with calmness.


“I`m afraid she is busy right now,” Zara replied, resting her hands on her curvy hips. “How did you even get in here anyway?"


“Oh, those two lovely security guards were kind enough to let me in. I told them I wouldn´t be any trouble and just wanted to make an appointment,” he said with a gleeful smile as he tipped his toes.


“An appointment?” Zara repeated with narrowed eyebrows. “Sir, this is a television studio, not a doctor`s office. We don`t make appointments here."


The man seemed unfazed by her response and continued smiling with a nonchalant attitude.


“Well, you see, Miss..." He lowered his head and squinted his eyes to see the name tag attached to Zara´s chest. "Levinsky, I`m here to seek some assistance, and I believe you`re the one who can help me."


“Assistance?” Zara asked. “What kind of assistance do you think you can find here in the middle of the night?"


“I´m glad you asked,” he replied with a growing smile on his face as he stepped to the left side of Zara. “You see, I´m aspiring to be a writer of any sort, and I heard that the talented screenwriter Katherine Sennan was in the building. So I thought to drop in. Thus, I would be a very happy man, Miss Levinsky, if you could help me with that."


Zara rolled her eyes in annoyance at this writer-wannabe salesman. Her satin blouse seemed to tighten around her as she took a step closer in front of the salesman, her breasts pushing against the tight fabric.


"Look, pal, you can´t just waltz into the studio and demand assistance here,” Zara retorted with irritation. “That´s not how things work here. If you want to meet Katherine Sennan, you can do it in your free time and not in the middle of the night.


“Well, I didn´t expect it would be this easy, but I was hoping for a more personal touch,” he said with a wry smile as he stepped one bit closer to Zara, face-to-face. “A one-on-one consultation, even?”


Zara`s eyes narrowed further with frustration and suspicion. He struck another nerve. She couldn`t shake the feeling that there was something off with this salesman.


“Off the topic, are you a moviegoer, Miss Levinsky?” He asked.


The question hung in the air. Zara was baffled by the sudden shift in subject. Zara hesitated for a second. She felt he was here for more than just some creative writing advice.


"Huh, what does that have to do with anything?” She asked in annoyance.


“Tell me, Ms. Levinsky,” he asked. “What do you think in particular about damsels in distress?"


“Damsel in distress?” Zara replied with a steady voice. “It´s an age-old trope, often overplayed and clichéd in movies and series. We´ve moved past that, and we have strong, independent characters who reak from such patriarchal stereotypes.”


“Of course, strong and independent.” Jason Filmer said it with a sly smile on his curled lips. “But isn`t there something enticing about the vulnerability of a damsel? The thrill of someone coming to the rescue, or the intense struggle of the dame breaking free from her bonds?"


Zara felt a shiver run down her spine while maintaining her calm.


“And what about you, Ms. Levinsky?” he continued. “Ever found yourself in a situation where you longed for a hero to come to your rescue? Or perhaps…” He added with a knowing smirk, "You've fantasized about feeling the tight ropes that bind."


“WOW!” Zara shouted with widened eyes, her jaw almost dropping on the floor. “I´m… I´m speechless. How dare you even ask that question?


"Oh, come on, it's more common than you wanted to admit, hehe,” he replied with a giggle.

"Sorry, pal, no meeting for you. I want you to leave now.” She exclaimed and reached out her arm to grab his elbow, attempting to guide him toward the exit.


But, in the blink of an eye, Mr. Filmer moved swiftly, dropped the suitcase, seized both her arms, and locked them behind her back. Zara`s world spun out of control, and she couldn`t comprehend what just happened.


“What´re you doing?!” She protested with her eyes widening in disbelief at his tight grip. “Let go of... mmmmmpphhhh?!"


Her sentence got cut off as her mouth had been sealed by the salesman's hand.

“Mmm-mmhmm-mmppggghhhh!” She tried to protest, but only a muffling outcry came through the salesman`s palm.


The salesman maneuvered Zara toward the glass doors with force. Her ample breasts felt the cold surface, and her leather miniskirt molded over the curves of her fair rear.

She even felt the pressure on the salesman`s lower body. Her thighs and the shape of her rear felt the salesman`s closeness behind her.


“MPM!” Zara shouted, fighting the hand that clapped against her lips. She wrenched her shoulders, trying to break free, but the salesman held her in a tight grip.


“Sometimes, Ms. Levinsky, damsels find themselves in unexpected situations, “he whispered against Zara´s ear. “So, you better play your part well."


"Mmmmpppgghhh!!!" she screamed.


Zara wiggled her voluptuous body in desperation to break free. She struggled intensely with each move. Her ample breasts slid against the glass in the predicament she found herself in.

The salesman grinned at the sight of the helpless secretary`s struggle.

He swiftly pulled out a white cloth from his pocket and stuffed it into her mouth forcibly.


“Let me go creep, HEELL, Mmmmppphh?! A muffled cry escaped Zara`s mouth and echoed in the reception until it was cut off by the balled-up cloth that filled her mouth, and her cheeks bulged out.


“Mmm-mmhmmhmhm-mmmpphhhh!” She grunted as the salesman held the cloth in place with his right hand.


"Now, don´t be hasty,” he said as he produced another white cloth from his pocket. He fashioned it between her red lips into a tight cleave gag and secured it behind her head. The fabric pulled tautly around Zara`s head.


“Mmmmmpphhhhh!” She shouted as the tight cleave gag accentuated her mouth.


“Now, Ms. Levinsky. It`s secure for the next act." The salesman said it with sinister glee as he held Zara´s wrists while pulling out a slack coil of brown hemp rope from his side pocket. He loosens it a bit more before looping it around Zara´s wrists. The salesman worked deftly as he wound the hemp rope tightly around Zara`s wrists.


“Mmgh-mmmgghhm-mmmmmggghhh!” Zara shouted as she felt how each turn of the rope pulled her wrists tightly together.


“A good story needs suspense, and what's more suspenseful than your tight situation?” The salesman commented as he pulled a hard knot.


He then weaved another loose coil of ropes around Zara`s elbows, drawing them closer as the tailored jacket strained against the bindings. The tight rope added layers of restraint to the one-graceful secretary´s attempt to free herself from the salesman`s grip. But he kept her in place as he knotted the ropework around her elbows.


“Mmm-mhmhm–mhmhm-mhmhm-hmhmm-mmgggghhhh!!!” Zara echoed the muffling groans from the pressure on her forearms. She felt vulnerable and was left like a field open for the salesman to continue on her curvaceous body.


The salesman grinned as his fingers continued to dance with the hemp rope, encircling Zara`s chest. Each turn of the rope accentuated her ample bosom as the fibers pressed against the satin blouse that clung together with the few buttons. The ropework tightens above and below her breasts, creating a snug embrace that models her red lacy bra.

The once concealed undergarment now finds itself exposed, offering a glimpse of the delicate lace beneath Zara´s miniskirt.


“MMMMMMMMMPPHHHH!!! Zara screamed louder as the hemp rope squeezed and shaped her ample form in a display that was both alluring and restrictive. The tight ropework coiled around her breasts adds a layer of vulnerability to her predicament, and her feisty body responds with wiggles.


“Ah, Ms. Levinsky, it's such that you suit the role as the damsel too well,” he remarked. The salesman himself, as he continued his diligent work, looped more ropes around Zara´s waist.


“We even play our roles. Because, as you see, in my line of work, trust is essential. A signed contract, a consensual agreement, a binding of desire—it's all part of the unique service."


With every twist, the rope cinched against the smooth fabric of her satin blouse. The binding accentuated the fair curves of her waist.


“Mmmmppphhh!” Zara shouted again as she felt the ropes tighten around her.

The salesman pulled a hard tug before tying a knot to the ropework on Zara´s upper body, and his tone turned cold.


“So, as you can see, Miss Levinsky,” he continued talking as he grabbed Zara´s right, shapely leg. “You of art, a damsel in the corporate maze. And bound and gagged women in office scenarios is my specialty."


Next, the salesman kneeled and skillfully used the leftover rope to tie up Zara`s slim ankles, finishing the job. Zara felt the hemp rope bite into her skin as it pulled her ankles together.

“Mmm-mmhmhmgpph-mmmgghhhh!” Zara responded with more goans and tried to kick her legs free, but the salesman held her legs in check.


With the final knot, Zara felt the hemp rope holding her ankles in a tight grip. It was a feeling of pain that made it harder to break free. Even her high heels made it tough for the fair secretary to keep her balance.


The salesman seemed finished tying up Zara as he rose, took a step back, and enjoyed the sight of the bound and gagged receptionist before him. He grinned with wicked delight.

Tied up from wrists to ankles, Zara struggled as much as she could. Her fair body stretched against the tight bindings, but the rope didn´t give in. The salesman watched the captivating dance with pleasure. He observed Zara`s futile struggles with a wicked gleam in his blue eyes. He couldn`t help but giggle at the helpless receptionist in his tight ropework.


“Mega-beauty in captivity, Miss Levinsky! Such elegance in your helplessness!” He remarked. “Like a beautiful damsel!"


“Mmmmmppphhh!” Zara grunted at the salesman.


Zara´s partly revealed outfit showed off her vulnerability. The salesman walked around her, admiring how the ropework highlighted her fair figure. Each tug of the rope seemed to make her more worked up, turning her struggles into a fascinating show.


“Take your time, my dear Ms. Levinsky,” the salesman said in a smooth, sinister voice. “Let the excitement of being a damsel take over you.”


“Mmph-mmphhm-mpphphm!” Zara moaned as her eyes widened while she wiggled. Her fair body reacted with more wiggling and desperation. Even though she was tightly tied up, she felt really confused about why the salesman was doing all this. His weird comments and actions make him look like a pervert. But he said early that he only wanted to meet Katherine Sennan. Why all this?


The salesman stopped in front of Zara. He was silent for a minute until he reached out his arms and grabbed Zara`s shoulders, resulting in an unexpected, slightly creepy shoulder massage.


“Mmpphh?” Zara let out a muffling sound as a question of what would happen next.

The salesman smiled before he made a bold move and forcefully pressed his lips against Zara`s tightly gagged mouth.


“Mmmpphh?!” Zara´s eyes widened in shock. This might be one of the creepiest kisses she has ever felt in her life. Thinking of the bizarre situation, her ordinary day turned into a weird one.


“MMMPPHM-MHMHM-MHMHPHM-MMMMPPPHHHHH!” She screamed through her gag as she squirmed intensely and turned to push away the salesman, who held her firmly in his grip. He pressed his lips for a long moment before pulling away from Zara with a sinister expression on his face.


Then, the salesman quickly lifted the restrained receptionist and hoisted her over his right shoulder. Zara was tired of squirming away from his grip. She wiggled fearfully as he carried her to her desk.


“Mmmgghh! Mmph!” Zara muffled, scared, and frustrated as she felt embarrassed being carried like a captured damsel.


When the salesman stooped at the desk, he took a glimpse at the fair rear and gave it a smack that echoed in the silent studio.


“MMMGGHH!” Zara screamed through her tightly gagged mouth. She blushed and widened her eyes in humiliation. Her squirming only intensified, which the salesman enjoyed even more.


“Enjoying your captivity, Ms. Levinsky?” He remarked. “The more you struggle, the harder it gets!"


He gave her several smacks, with each blow leaving marks on Zara`s rear.


“MMGGHH! MMMMGGHHH! MGGHGG! MMMMMGGGHH!” Zara's muffled protests grew more desperate with each smack, and her cheeks turned red as she pleaded for this bizarre nightmare to end.


“Hehehe, you`re quite the entertainer, Miss Levinsky; you've really put on a show!” He taunted.


After he stopped, he dumped her smacked rear onto the desk. The drop left Zara feeling a mixture of pain, confusion, and a profound loss of pride. She sat on the desk with her tied-up leg stretched out as she wiggled. Her cheeks redly flushed over the embarrassment as the salesman stood in front of her, gazing at her vulnerable body.


"Mmmgghh!" Zara softly trembled.


“Such a delight that you got there,” he said. “You must feel a bit warm by your struggles."

“Mmgh,” she moaned.


"Release, let in some cool air then." With those words said, the salesman reached out his hand to Zara´s tight satin blouse. He wasted no time and put his hands on the first button of the blouse.


“Mmghgh,” Zara muffled little protests as the salesman loosened the first button.

He moved his fingers slowly, and Zara could feel them on the fabric. She also felt the heavy air in the room, and she was afraid of what might happen next.


Finally, the salesman opened the first button. Zara felt humiliated as her satin blouse loosened. She couldn`t do anything about it. The salesman smiled as if he had just won the lottery. Zara`s ample chest got more noticeable, and she wished she could hide it. The blouse that used to cover her voluptuous figure now seemed to give in.

He moved on to the next button, and Zara felt like he was taking his time, enjoying every second of it.


“Mmmpphhh,” Zara muffled again.


Each button he undid made her feel more embarrassed. The fabric, which was smooth like a soft shield, was now fragile. Zara`s ample bosom, covered in a red lacy bra, became more visible with each loose button. The salesman was not in a hurry; he acted like he was in full control. And he kept going, button by button, and Zara felt her dignity slowly slip away.


“Mmmpphh,” She murmured and wished someone could stop this weird performance.

“I like what I see,” he said with a smirk. “I think it's time for the next move."


The salesman placed Zara on the reception desk with a sinister grin on his face. He retrieved a coil of rope from his jacket pocket, slacked it, and looped it around her already tied-up ankles, adding another layer of Zara`s captivity. He then moved the rest of the rope to her wrists to wrap around them.


With swift moves, he intertwined the ropes to link Zara`s limbs together. Her arms stretched out, and her legs bent upward. The salesman pulled the rope tighter, forming Zara`s fair body into a submissive curve. Zara is now bound in a way that makes it tough for her to wiggle or kick herself freely. She attempted to arch her back, and her muffling grunts revealed her frustration. She sweats from her forehead as she fights against the ropes. Every twist and turn was made in her tight hogite, but no use.


“Mmmmppphhhh!” Muffling sounds came from Zara as her eyes pleaded for mercy.


“Oh, oh, oh, Ms. Levinsky, you are in quite a bind." He remarked.


“Grrrmmpph!” Zara grunted with her eyes narrowed.


“Don`t strain yourself too much,” he joked, looking into her eyes. “Struggle all you want. It`s a delightful performance.” The salesman taunted as he reached for his pocket. “But to spice up the mix,"


Out of his pocket was a switchblade knife, with the blade swiftly coming out and Zara in a shock of fear. He toasted it at the reception desk, placing it within Zara`s sight.


“While I`m having my meeting with Katherine Sennan, You have a chance to escape, Ms. Levinsky."


“Mmph?” Zara muffled with a big question mark.


“Don`t worry. I`ll go soft on Katherine,” he said. “After all, I`m a fan of her work."


The salesman approached Zara`s tightly bound body, tracing the ropes with his fingers that held her in a tight hogtie position. Her satin blouse is now disheveled, revealing more of her red lace bra on her ample bosom. She turned her head and met his gaze, and a wry smirk grew on his face.


“It`s been a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Levinsky,” he said. “Don't get to strain up, hehehe!”

“Mmmgghh!” Zara growled at him.


“We´ll see if you can free yourself before I come back, he said before he went back and picked up his suitcase on the floor in the middle of the reception. “Catch you later!"


With the final gesture of the salesman, he entered the hallway, which led to Katherine Sennan´s writing room.


Zara is now left on the desk with her fair body tightly hogtied and unbuttoned. Her gaze lingered on the switchblade knife in front of her. She can only hope that he goes by his words and does not go hard on Katherine. As for the knife, she can figure out a way to free herself until the uncertain return of the salesman.

[laz]

nice chapter. well written. looking forward to the rest of the story.

[CrimsonCavalier]

nice chapter. well written. looking forward to the rest of the story.

Thanks, what did you like about it in particular?

[laz]

The overall story has a nice noir feeling. I am looking forward to the direction you want to take it in, "too many cooks spoil the broth" and too many other "writers" opinions will ruin a story. I am firmly a M/F story reader so there are only two things that would ruin it for me, 1) sadism 2) switch or male sub plot twists. Best of luck in your endeavors.

PS: if I remember right once you have made 10 posts DM is unlocked

[CrimsonCavalier]

The overall story has a nice noir feeling. I am looking forward to the direction you want to take it in, "too many cooks spoil the broth" and too many other "writers" opinions will ruin a story. I am firmly a M/F story reader so there are only two things that would ruin it for me, 1) sadism 2) switch or male sub plot twists. Best of luck in your endeavors.

PS: if I remember right once you have made 10 posts DM is unlocked

We´ll see what´ll happen to Zara. But the Salesman got other gals on his mind at the moment.

I don't think have DM you before.

[harveygasson]

Good work on this, enjoyable so far.