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Earlier in the day I had a memo on my desk from Mr. Big Boss. It stated that he wanted to me to stay after work to talk about a transgression. I waited for him on a stool in my office. My desk had been pushed up against the wall for more space. I was wearing a black latex catsuit with matching waist cincher and ballet heels, upon the Boss' request. In my hands, I held a posture collar. I wrapped the thick leather around my neck and buckled it. The posture collar thrust my chin forward while elongating my neck. Soon after, the Boss walked in. He went over to my desk, which was littered with leather gear. He picked up a leather armbinder and walked over to me. He told me to stand. I stood in the ballet heels while he XXXX my latex covered arms down the leather armbinder. It wasn't an easy feat to keep my balance while my toes were starting to feel the effects of the ballet heels, but I managed gracefully. The Boss allowed me to sit slightly on the stool while he gagged me with a head harness ball gag. It proved difficult to get the straps buckled around the tall posture collar. I couldn't lend much on a hand either, I could barely move my head side to side. Once the gag was properly in place, the Boss attached a leather strap to the ring of my posture collar. He pulled me off the stool and XXXX me on my toes. He lead me in front of the stool and to the other side of it in my ballet heels. I precariously placed each foot on the ground, afriad of falling. Mr. Big Boss positioned me where he wanted me and then grabbed the leather strap attached to my posture collar. He pulled me forward, making me bend over. Because I was in the ballet heels, I could not move my feet quick enough to repostion before the Boss looped the strap around one of the dowels of stool and connected it back to my collar. I was stuck with my knees in a slightly bent postion, the muscles in my thighs were beggining to burn. Drool dripped off my lips as I tried to maintain my balance while in pain. With even the slightest move, the front of the bar stool would lift up, so I tried to remain still.

My toes were screaming for a break when the Boss came back into the office. He released me from the horrid bent over postion but did not give me a reprieve from the pain. He pulled the strap connected on my posture collar. My body launched forward and my feet didn't want to go. The first step was excruiating but I mananged. I moved quicker as he lead me around the office and then commanded that I sit down on the stool. It was sweet relief but only momentarily. Mr. Big Boss strapped my ankles and thighs together.He picked up another leather strap and buckled it tightly around my waist and armbinder. The strap was so tight, it felt like it was cutting my waist into. Mr. Big Boss added another strap around my wrists and another one to cinch my the waist strap tighter with my elbows. Once he was done with the straps, he unbuckled my gag and added a blindfold. He rebuckled the gag on top of it, leaving me in the dark. Just to make sure I wasn't going anywhere, the Boss also leashed me to the stool. I could barely move as it was. I wiggled on the stool making noises behind my drooly ball gag. I tried to move my head from side to side but the tall posture collar prevented any motion. I focused on my breathing as all the elements of the bondage played with my head. I was totally immobile. Before the Boss said his goodbyes, he told me he was going to tell the other secretaries were to find me. He wanted them to know what happens when you get in trouble as bad as I did. I sat on the stool not able to respond and pondered what it was I did wrong, exactly.

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