Elizabeth Andrews: Secretary in Peril
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September 10, 2017
My morning started out like every morning does. A hurried shower so that I could linger getting ready for work. I slipped a pair of seamless pantyhose over my black panties, reveling in the softness of the nylon as I pulled them up my curvy legs. Next, the 8 buckle garter belt. I slipped on a pair of RHT Cervin stockings and took my time fastening each one of the garters. Once my garters were fastened, I buckled a pair of black strappy open toe sandals. Before getting dressed, I applied my lip gloss and walked over to the mirror to admire my figure. As I looked at myself in the three-way mirror a feeling of being watched rushed over me. It's nothing I told myself as I slipped into my blouse and tight pencil skirt. Fully dressed I looked at my image one more time and noticed something, no someone behind me. Before I could make a move, I was rendered speechless. He pressed his large hand against my mouth muffling my scream. He pulled me toward the bed and awful thoughts slithered into my head.
He pulled a piece of rope out of his pocket as I protested against him. He bound my arms behind me before rendering me silent with a piece of cloth and tape. He kept adding more and more rope to my body as I struggled against his bindings. I yelled behind the mouth stifling gag but no one came to my rescue. Soon he had me hogtied on my own bed. He groped my body, exposed my breasts, and lifted my skirt up so my garters were showing. He sat there and watched me as I furiously struggled to try and escape my bonds, but to no avail.
He eventually left me there bound and gagged, my future relying on those at work to notice that I was missing for the day.
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