Hot Office Bondage with my Kinky Older Boss

Hot Office Bondage: An Introduction

Walking into the male-dominated office on my first day is making me a little nervous. I hope they aren’t going to be all boring old men. Perhaps there’ll be a few hot young studs. Thoughts were swirling around my head as I headed to reception on this cold Monday morning. But one thought that definitely isn’t on my mind is joining in some hot office bondage…

As I look around, I see that the only females here are matron-like, middle-aged women. No fun office girlies to go out and party with in the pub afterwards. I’m beginning to regret choosing my career path. Why on earth did I decide to become an actuary?! Ok, so I was good at maths and statistics, but really? Maybe accountancy would have been better. I certainly think it might have been a little sexier than the kind of number crunching I’ll be doing. 

The setting was hardly where I’d expect some hot office bondage. 

As I walk into the main open office, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. My smart but sexy little tight-fitting skirt and jacket seem out of place. Pinstripes, tweeds, and pocket watches in waistcoats. I feel like I’ve stepped back in time. 

Talk about “one foot in the grave”… this bunch of old farts is knee-deep. All eyes are on me, and I do what I do best. I sashay and sway my hips. I’ve always loved the attention. Maybe being the only hot young bit of stuff in the office will have its advantages. After all, I’ve always had a penchant for older men.

Once I’m allocated a desk, I soon settle in. As the day passes, I am aware that my boss is watching me through the open door of his office. Little did I know then that I would soon be engaging in some hot office bondage with him. I make sure that my tight little skirt sits just above the top of my stocking top. I’m determined to use my feminine wiles to get me where I want, and I know he’s noticed. 

In the afternoon, I’m called into his office and told to close the door. 

I’m a little nervous. Am I in trouble already? He’s in his late 50s. Handsome – quite dashing in fact. A wry smile curls his lips just enough to intrigue me. There’s a little small talk, and then he asks me if I’m willing to go above and beyond to get to the top, as he says.  I’m a sexy young woman in an old man’s world, so I already have a head start.

I flirt back a little coyly and tell him that’s my intention as I flutter my eyelashes, push out my breasts, and cross and uncross my legs. Within seconds, he takes off his tie and walks over to me. He pulls me up over his desk and ties my wrists behind my back. I gasp as he yanks my skirt up and pulls down my panties. Then he spreads my legs and uses cable ties to strap each ankle to a leg of the desk. I have no choice and wouldn’t object to this hot office bondage even if I wanted to. I can already feel my tight pussy starting to tingle. My nipples are hardening. 

Hot office bondage is turning me into a submissive, quivering wreck. 

I’m informed that whenever I make a mistake, I’ll be punished – a spanking on my bare bottom. I’m so turned on as I lie there… bent over and totally exposed and desperate to cum. He leans over and whispers in my ear that I belong to him. And then I feel his fingers starting to rub my already wet pussy. He finger fucks me hard as he continues to tell me he owns me until I squirt all over his hand. He laughs and leaves me there as he takes a call from his wife. In fact, he leaves me there for another hour. Pussy juice dripping down my leg. And this is only the start…

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