Darcy’s Escape Artist Challenge: Secretary in Tight Bondage and Humiliating Gags!
Darcy, a pretty busty blonde with a charming smile and bright blue eyes, worked diligently as a secretary in a bustling office. Despite her best efforts, she often found herself overwhelmed with the sheer volume of work. One particular afternoon, she sat at her desk, dressed in her boss’s favorite outfit: black pantyhose, sleek black pumps, a short skirt, and a crisp white top. She typed away on her laptop, muttering to herself about the impossibility of completing everything within normal working hours.
Just as Darcy was contemplating her endless to-do list, her boss unexpectedly entered the room. Startled, she began to scramble for words, trying to explain her need for extra hours. But then, a daring idea struck her. With a sly smile, she looked up at her boss and said, “You know, I’m a bit of an escape artist. If you want to tie me up, we could try that instead.”
Her boss, who had a well-kept secret interest in bondage, raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Is that so? Well, let’s see how good you really are.”
The scene transitioned to Darcy sitting on a chair, her boss methodically tying her up. Her ankles were already bound, and a tight crotch rope was applied. As he tied her thighs, he asked, “Do you like it tight?”
Darcy, enjoying the thrill and the attention, responded, “I like as much rope as possible and as tight as possible.”
He continued to tie her with precision, binding her arms behind her back, securing her chest, and ensuring the crotch rope was snug. Once she was fully bound, he presented her with a selection of ballgags, asking her to choose a color. Darcy picked a sleek black ballgag, which he then strapped tightly into her mouth, causing her to drool almost immediately.
“You promised you’d be a great escape artist,” he teased. “Let’s see you get out of this.”
Darcy wiggled and struggled in the chair, the ropes biting into her skin and the ballgag making her drool uncontrollably. She squirmed and panicked, but despite her efforts, she made no progress in escaping. After what felt like an eternity, her boss returned, visibly disappointed.
“You didn’t escape,” he said, shaking his head. “I guess you need to be punished further.”
He ungagged her briefly, making her agree to further torment. Then, with surprising strength, he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and tied her elbows, ensuring she was even more helpless. He then replaced the ballgag with a massive bandana-stuffed PVC tape wrap gag, which muffled her cries and made breathing a challenge.
Darcy was left to struggle on the bed, the tight hogtie straining her muscles and the gag making her cry and whimper. She writhed in discomfort, trying desperately to find any slack in the ropes, but her efforts were in vain. Her boss watched her struggle for a moment, enjoying the sight, before leaving her alone again.
As she lay there, bound and gagged, Darcy’s mind raced. She squirmed and screamed through the gag, but no one could hear her muffled cries. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, and she wondered if anyone would come to her rescue. The ropes held her tight, the gag kept her silent, and her boss’s promise of further punishment loomed over her. Darcy’s intense bondage trial had only just begun.
