Carissa Humiliates Her Dumb Slut Secretary

Carissa's fed up. Tina's been fucking up on purpose—every late report, every botched call, every wide-eyed apology. Carissa knows that little blonde bitch gets off on it. Time to make the game bite back. She yanks Tina into the back office, slams the door, and grabs the thick red ball gag from her drawer. Tina's already wet when the strap bites into her cheeks. Carissa rips open the secretary's blouse, shoves the heavy tits out of the lace cups, and squeezes hard. "This what you wanted, dumb slut?" Tina moans around the gag, drool already sliding down her chin. Carissa ties her wrists behind the chair with coarse rope, cinching the knots until Tina's shoulders ache and her chest juts forward, helpless and heaving. Then she leaves her there—gagged, bound, tits out—while she makes a slow phone call right in front of her. Every minute Tina sits trussed up, every glance at those fat, marked breasts, drives the lesson deeper. Carissa doesn't plan on letting her forget it anytime soon.