Elizabeth Andrews : Bad receptionist gets tied with phone cord
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It seems at least every other week the receptionist calls in on Monday. Which seems to be the day of the week that most people call in on. I figure it has to do with too much of a good time during the weekend. Well, this Monday it was my turn to man the phones, per-say. I don't have much experience in transferring calls, I am usually the one setting up the appointments and having calls transferred to me. But I do as the Boss says.
I'm sitting at the desk wearing a tight high waisted black pencil skirt, white ruffled blouse with a black vest over top, nude pantyhose, white sling back peep toe pumps and a silk scarf. The phone rings, I answer it. "Dynamic Inventory Diagnostics, this is Elizabeth. How may I direct your call?" I transferred them and all seemed to go well. The phone rings again and this time it was a gentleman on the other side wanting to speak to the Boss. He sounded very professional and affluent. I transferred him just like I did the caller previous to him but the call dropped. I looked at the phone, confused, and hoped it wasn't anyone too important.
Soon after, the Boss comes through the door wondering if he had any calls. He was expecting a very important client to be calling. I told him what had happened and that the call dropped. He was not happy! He walked out of the office only to return a brief moment later with cord in his hand. Apparently there had been some left over phone cord from the new networking system that was put in. At first I thought he was joking about tying me up with the phone cord but he wasn't!
I bantered with him about how this wasn't my fault. I was only doing him a favor in the first place and that he should give me some leeway since I was his secretary. He wasn't having it. Since I was head secretary I should be more on top of my game. I rebutted that we need newer technology like the company down the street, head sets even! He laughed at me as he tied my arms together with a piece of 50 foot phone cord. The cord dug into my arms deeply. I did not like it one bit. I told him he could punish me using rope instead but he said it wouldn't be much of a punishment. Once my arms were corded together he made me face him. He took the scarf off from around my neck and I protested! I didn't want him to use it as a gag. The drool was going to ruin the silk! He didn't care because he shoved the scarf deep into my mouth and then wrapped layers upon layers of clear tape over top of it. With each wrap my lips vibrated.
He made me sit on the desk so he could tie my ankles together with more phone cord! I was beyond irritated at this point so I picked up the receiver of the phone with my bound hands and tried to throw it at him. I missed, which was probably a good thing in hind sight. The Boss slipped his finger in between my shoe and the arch of my foot and tickled me. The feeling of his finger running over my silky arch made me laugh but it felt good too. He still wasn't pleased with me though.
Mr. Big Boss unbuttoned my blouse and vest and pulled my breasts out of my bra. He pinched my nipples hard making me scream behind my scarf gag as he called the client back, apologizing to him. He told the client that I was being punished and would still be on display for him to see even if it took him hours to get there. I was not pleased. The Boss ended his call and made me stand up. Then I was told to get on my knees. He took the cord that connected the receiver to the phone base and tied me into a kneeling hogtie. He left me there on display for everyone to see.
I walked on my knees away from the desk.I then walked back. I lost my balance some and ended up arching backwards. Once I regained my balanced, with my tits on the desk, I decided to lay on the ground instead. I didn't want to be on display for all to see! I rolled back and forth on the ground. I tried to pull on the black cord to loosen the hogtie but to no avail.I rolled over on my arms and arched up, trying to see if I could reach it.... no. I struggled as much as I could until I was exhausted. I was going no where fast and it looked like the client was going to get exactly what he was promised.
All tying and gagging done on screen
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