Dominating The Boss

Tina watches Fayth leave the office. The door clicks shut and Tina heads straight for the boss’s desk. Third drawer down, left side—there it is. Cuffs, plugs, harnesses, all lined up like evidence. She smiles. Fayth plays on her knees when the lights go out. Now Tina’s the one holding the leash. She grabs a thick ball gag, a black corset that looks too small for anyone but Fayth, and a length of soft rope. Then she settles in to wait. Hours later the door opens. Fayth steps inside, heels off, hair down, expecting an empty room. She freezes when she sees Tina sitting behind the desk. The gag is already in Tina’s hand. The rope is already on the desk. Tina stands. No words yet. She walks around the desk slowly, lets the corset dangle from two fingers like a promise. Fayth tries to speak. Tina slips the gag between her teeth before the first word lands. Leather straps tighten at the back of her head. Fayth’s breath catches. Tina spins her, bends her over the desk, pulls the rope tight around her wrists. The corset comes next—laces yanked hard until Fayth’s waist shrinks and her chest pushes up against the polished wood. Every pull earns a muffled sound through the gag. Tina leans close, lips at Fayth’s ear. “You want to keep this quiet? You want that promotion I’ve been chasing? Then you give me what I want. Starting now.” She leaves Fayth bound and breathing hard against the desk while she takes her time deciding what comes next.