Julanni’s Day at the Office

©2012 Julanni

"Get up quickly and come around in front of the desk!"

Julanni was surprised by the man barging into her office, surprised more by the pistol he pulled from inside his jacket and waved at her.   Her surprise continued at seeing two men following the first, these two being quite large and muscular, and not dressed in business suits like the first man, the one with the gun.

“And don’t bother pressing any hidden alarm buttons,” the gunman continued.  “Stand up now and get your ass over here.”

Julanni’s fingers were already pulled up off her laptop keyboard, so with her eyes riveted on the threatening man, she simply raised her hands in the air while rising to her feet, the chair pushing out behind her on its castors by the mere force of her straightening legs.  She winced at the waving of his gun and obediently stepped around to the front of the desk.

It was not unusual for Julanni to be serving her master by doing some online work for him, and so this office had been set up so she could concentrate on such work without distraction.  And to put her in more of an, “office work,” frame of mind, she usually dresses the part.  These men found her today wearing a crisp white cotton blouse and a black leather miniskirt, tan stockings and black stilettos with snug ankle straps.  She was braless beneath the blouse as her diminutive breasts need no support, but, unusual for her she was wearing a pair of lacy white panties with a Brazil back.  For Julanni, it’s very unusual to wear such normal looking attire and it almost felt fetish for her simply because it’s rare for her.  But then, her stocking tops were visible just beneath the high hem of the miniskirt, so there was still a slutty fetish aspect to her dress, besides the obvious stilettos.  It didn’t escape her notice that the men grinned approvingly at the exposed length of her skinny legs.  She was a sexy sight.

One of the big guys stepped forward, holding something made of leather.  It was black garment leather, almost a perfect match for her skirt.  From her bondage experience, she was quick to recognize what it probably was. “Is that a single sleeve armbinder?”

The big man didn’t answer as he approached her.  Instead, the man in the suit responded, “Just turn around like a good girl and put your hands behind you.”

It made no sense to Julanni to argue with a man pointing a gun at her, so she simply fell into the usual compliant mode of being a good slave.  Facing the front of her desk, she held her arms behind her and even raised them up a bit while trying to ignore the nervous tension fluttering in her stomach.

The big man slipped the leather up beneath her arms, making sure her hands fit deeply into the small pouch at the bottom.  The straps went over her shoulders, crossed high upon her chest to wrap back beneath her arms, and were buckled in back to the top of the binder.  Then he pulled the zipper up the sleeve and her elbows came together, held tightly in the grip if the supple leather.  She noted that the man was quite efficient in the task of fitting the simple device to her arms and body, not bothering to enjoy it, simply doing a quick and effective job of rendering her helpless.

A belt was wrapped snug around her waist, and Julanni clearly saw the second strap dangling from it.  She wasn’t surprised when this narrow strap was passed back between her legs, thread through the ring at the end of the armbinder, then pulled forward again between her thighs and buckled to the belt over her abdomen.  The big man put a little of his strength into yanking that strap tightly, firmly anchoring Julanni’s trapped hands to her bottom, and pulling the white cotton crotch panel of her panties deeply into the cleft of her sex, exposing her labia to the air, and to their view as the strap also pulled up a bit on the hem of her miniskirt.

It was painfully tight, but that wasn’t the worst of it.  Being a well trained sex slave, Julanni had been conditioned to respond sexually to her bondage.  So in this case of uninvited handling by strange men, she hated that her body automatically responded.  She blushed at how quickly she was getting horny and wished that she wouldn’t, but couldn’t stop herself.

She wrenched her mind away from the betrayal of her body and focused on her situation.  She was being tied up, presumably to keep her out of the way while they ransacked the office in search of something.  But they must have had the wrong office.  This was just a single room with a desk, a chair, a lamp, and nothing else except a reception room outside the door, completely void of furniture or personnel.  Even the drawers of her desk contained nothing but note paper, a couple pens and a ball gag for when she wanted to feel more captive to her beloved master.

“You’re wasting your time, you know,” she tried to reason with them.  “I think you’re robbing the wrong place.  There’s nothing here of any value for you to steal.”

“Sure there is, kid,” the leader in the suit grinned.  “There’s your master’s laptop, and then there’s you.  I’m sure he places a very high value on his cute little slavegirl.”

Master?  Slavegirl?  This guy knew exactly who he was targeting.  This wasn’t a robbery, it was a kidnapping.  There were days, now and then, when she might be chained to the desk, just so she could enjoy the reminder that she is the owned property of her beloved master.  Of all the days not to be fastened down, it had to be a day when she was facing a team of abductors.

She was afraid to move as one big man held her narrow shoulders in his meaty hands while the other big man wrapped a series of leather straps around her legs.  Watching and feeling them add to her bondage and physically control her, triggered more pangs of unwanted arousal and she felt her clitoris harden against the terribly tight crotch strap.  In the meantime, she watched the suited man, his pistol back in his shoulder holster, move to her side of the desk and sit down, his fingers moving to the keyboard of her laptop.

“Ah, we’re in luck,” he said.  “I see you’re logged in as the administrator of this notebook, so it’ll be a simple job of wiping out the password so I can get back into the files later.”  After a few taps on the keys, he chuckled malevolently and then closed the laptop, putting it into sleep mode.  He unplugged the power cord and coiled it on top of the computer, then slipped them together into a cloth bag.  Picking up the wireless mouse, he shut it off and tossed it into the bag, too.

Julanni stood still, her small shoulders still held in the grip of the big man behind her.  The other big man had finished snugging up the leather straps around her thighs, calves and ankles, and now stood before her holding a sponge rubber ball with a red cloth casing.  It looked like an old style stress ball and might have been made of the same silicone gel inside the cloth.  Clearly, he meant it for her mouth as he held it there.  She looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth for him to stuff it in.  Not willing to anger any of these men, she held it in her mouth as he pulled from his pocket a wide role of microfoam tape.  At least he was careful to keep her hair from getting caught beneath the wide patch of tape as he pressed it firmly over the lower half of her face, to cover from the base of her nose down over her chin and nearly back to each ear.  Apparently they didn’t mean to harm her, at least not yet.  But with her mouth so stuffed and sealed, Julanni felt completely helpless, and very worried to be so powerless in the hands of these strange men, whose intentions she could only guess at. 

Then the man who had produced the tape pulled a black cloth from his pocket, rather shiny, and she quickly recognized it to be imitation leather or “pleather,” made of PVC coated spandex.  In a moment she realized the item was a hood and he slipped it over her head, the single opening revealing only her eyes, leaving her mouth, nose, neck, and the rest of her head gently gripped in the slightly stretchy synthetic fabric.  Her initial thought was that the pleather wouldn’t match with the black leather of the straps, the armbinder and her miniskirt, but then she has known many men who were fashionably challenged.  Still, she could manage to breathe air coming through the eye opening, and it added to the power of the gag by offering to muffle any noises she might make through her nose, both of these aspects working to compound her sense of helplessness.  Again her groin sang secret happy songs of sexual arousal, despite her desire to the contrary.

The big man behind her moved his hands from her shoulders to her waist and picked her up.  The other big man then pulled out another leather strap to further immobilize her.  He pulled her feet up behind her, folding her legs at the knees.  Then he wrapped the strap around her legs, pulling her ankles against the backs of her thighs.  Yet another strap was then added, tucked behind the heels of her stilettos, and he wrapped it around her hips, pinning her heels tightly against her ass cheeks and further pinning her bound hands in place.  Once this was done, the big man holding her simply tossed the tiny woman upward a little, with a half twist so she faced him, and slung her over his shoulder.  The three men then left the office, taking with them the laptop and their captive girl.

Julanni was very worried about what would happen to her.  But at the same time, she was horny as hell and couldn’t do anything about it.