Breaking in the office junior. (F/F)

[suedenym]

My name is Emma, I’m 20 with long wavy brunette hair.

I’d been at the company about a month when we had our first big night out. Like most occasions I had too much to drink and went round snogging all the girls, literally fighting the men off. Well Friday was a blur but I recovered my Monday. It was at coffee break I was approached by the office manager Julie, in her pencil skirt, perfect blouse, black stockings and heels she can be terrifying. She talked about the night out and I thought I was in big trouble but she goes and asks me for a date!

I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say, I just nodded my head like a yo-yo and agreed. She said she had noticed my activities at last week’s festivities would like to get to know me better. It was odd but I thought why not?

So we went out to dinner, she picked me up in her sleek black car and took me to a fancy Italian restaurant. She was dressed to the nines, smart red dress to mid thighs, black tickets red heels. I was in boots trousers and a T-shirt! We talked about our weekends, and she mentioned that she’d had her eye on me for a while. I had always thought she was a bit of a bitch to me but she was actually quite funny and had this charisma that was impossible to ignore.

After dinner she suggested we go to her place for a night cap, I agreed thinking that she might just want to keep the conversation going. When we got to her apartment she kicked her heels off. I unzipped my boots, she took one look at my dirty white socks and insisted I take them off too. She told me to sit down and then she disappeared into the bedroom. I heard some rustling around and thought she was probably just getting the bottle of wine from the bedroom fridge.

Julie came back in with wine, but she wasn’t just carrying a bottle of Merlot. In one hand she had a glass of wine for each of us, but the other hand was clutching a collection of coils of rope, scarves and black duct tape. She placed the wine on the coffee table and looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I hope you’re ready for the next part of this evening," she said, her smile widening.

I stared at her, my heart racing. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I agreed to come back to her place. "What are you planning?" I managed to ask, my voice shaking slightly.

She just asked me straight out. “Emma. Have you ever been tied up before?” I was so stunned by the question that I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. I just sat there, my mouth gaping open like a fish out of water.

Julie sat down next to me, placing a gentle hand on my knee. “It’s okay. I can see you’re nervous. But just imagine, all the sensations, all the thrill. It’s something you’ll never forget. Trust me, I’ve had a lot of experience with this sort of thing.” She handed me one of the wine glasses. “Take a sip, it’ll help calm your nerves,” she said, her voice soothing yet commanding.

I took a gulp of the wine, the rich flavor coating my tongue and warming my throat. I had to admit, I was intrigued. The way she spoke about it was almost like a secret club I’d been dying to join but never had the guts to ask about. I took another sip and felt myself relaxing slightly.

I couldn’t be,I’ve what I heard my mouth saying. “No Julie. But I’d like to try.” She leaned back in the chair, her eyes gleaming. “Good girl. Now stand up for me and put your hands behind your back. I want to see if you’re really up for this.” I hesitated for a moment before doing as she said, my hands trembling slightly.


She tied my hands behind my back then knelt down and tied my feet together. Then she tied a scarf over my eyes as a blindfold. “How does that feel Emma?” She asked me.

I took a deep breath. The feeling was weird but not unpleasant. The ropes were snug but didn’t cut into my skin, and the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable was strangely thrilling. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “I trust you.” That was when she helped me sit back down, and I felt something soft and cool being pressed into my mouth.

Julie had rolled up a scarf into a makeshift gag and was now wrapping several strips of duct tape around my head to secure it. My heart was racing now, and I could feel my breath getting heavier as the panic started to set in. I’d never done anything like this before, and I wasn’t entirely sure if I was ready for it. The sticky tape stuck to my skin, and I felt a strange sense of finality as she pulled it tight. My mouth was filled with the fabric, and the sound of my muffled protests filled my ears.

Julie’s hand went under my T-shirt and rested on my boobs. She began to tease me, her fingertips lightly grazing my skin as she whispered into my ear, “You’re all mine now, Emma. Helpless. All tied up. You can’t escape from me, no matter how much you might want to.” I felt a mix of fear and arousal at her words. The way she touched me, with such confidence and ownership, sent shivers down my spine.

The tension grew palpable as she started to unbutton my shirt, her movements slow and deliberate. She paused at each button, giving me a moment to protest, but all I could do was whimper into the gag. When she reached the last button, she slid the shirt off my shoulders, leaving me in just my bra. Then she began to flick the bra straps off my shoulders, one at a time, the cool air hitting my skin as my bar was slid down and my boobs popped out. My nipples tightened immediately, sensitive to the sudden exposure.

Julie’s hands felt like they were on fire as they caressed my breasts. She traced the line of the bra cup with her thumbs before sliding the material down to reveal my hardened nipples. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain as she pinched and pulled at them. I moaned through the gag, my body arching slightly at the contact.

Julie’s mouth was on my neck now, her teeth grazing my skin as she worked her way down to my chest. She took one of my nipples in her mouth and began to suck, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. The sensation was intense, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. My breathing grew ragged as she switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. I squirmed in my seat, desperate to touch her but unable to do so because my hands were tied behind my back.

As she continued to suck and nibble at my nipples, her hand slid into my trousers, reaching for the warmth between my legs. She found my panties already damp with anticipation, and she chuckled darkly before sliding a finger under the waistband. I gasped as she touched me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. She teased my clit with feather-light strokes, making me beg for more. The gag in my mouth muffled my cries, but I’m sure she could feel my desperation in the way my hips bucked against her hand.

Her touch grew bolder, her fingers sliding deeper into my wetness. She found my rhythm quickly, stroking me in a way that had me squirming and whimpering in the chair. The pressure built quickly, and I could feel an orgasm approaching. I had never been touched like this before, and never been tied up before, and it was a delicious agony, being unable to control the situation or even see what she was doing to me.

Julie’s voice was low and seductive in my ear. “You’re a very naughty girl, Emma, aren’t you?” she murmured. “I knew you would be. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you, to show you just how much you crave this kind of attention.” Her words stoked the fire inside me, making me hotter and wetter with every syllable. I nodded my head, unable to deny the truth of what she was saying.

[tickletied84]

Excellent start! Intrigued as to where this goes - is this what Julie does to all the newbies - or are the others about to come and join in?

[Dpsiic]

Great start looking forward to a continuation