Bondage Time

London and Stella sit trading whispers about the creep running the place, never guessing what's waiting. Their boss storms in and barks “Bondage time!” They freeze. He slaps the contract they signed on the table. Ten minutes to break free and the raise is theirs. He starts on London—ropes bite her ankles, cinch her knees, wrap her chest, then yank her arms behind her. A thick gag silences her next. Stella gets the same treatment: every knot pulled tight, every strand drawn snug. They twist, sweat, fight the rope until it finally slips free. Too late. The boss already moved on. Later they duck into a back room they think is secret. They’re wrong. He catches them and orders the clothes off—down to bra and panties. Both girls end up stretched across a bench, wrists and ankles roped to the frame. He walks out. CEO Kody steps in, eyes sharp. She crouches, fingers already searching ribs and soles. Escape and the jobs stay. Fail and it’s over. The ropes hold; the tickling starts.