The Trouble Maker
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My job isn’t normally a very exciting one. I run and partly own a factory which makes belts and straps. These range from belts for trousers to straps for handbags. We cut the leather, style it where necessary, punch holes (for belts) and affix buckles. Some of the work, particularly handbag straps, is done for external companies, who order what they want and then they deal with selling it on. Some of the work, particularly some lines of belts, is sold to our distributors by own our company.
I’m the managing director, and I have two managers beneath me: Kelly, who deals with external orders, and Andy, who deals with our distributors. We also have my PA, Sophie, and an office secretary Amy. That is the extent of our office, but we have many staff on the factory floor.
As I said, my job isn’t normally an exciting one, but that changed one Monday afternoon when Kelly came to me with a possible new external order. She came from the main office she shares with Andy, Sophie and Amy and knocked on the door of my private office.
?Hi Mark,? she said as she entered and sat down across the desk from me. ?I’ve just received a brochure and sample from someone who wants us to make a line of straps that are basically miniature belts. But he needs them ASAP for a distributor of his in Europe. Could we get a load run off this weekend and give the staff overtime??
?I suppose so,? I said. ?There’s no other overtime planned, so it shouldn’t be a problem.?
?There’s one other thing, though,? Kelly said. ?These straps are going to be sold in sex shops as something to be used for ‘bondage’.? She said the word like it was in a foreign language.
?Ah,? I said. ?I’m not sure that’s an avenue we should go down. Some other customers and distributors might be put off if it was known we were engaging in that sort of business. You really would be surprised how things like that influence people’s decisions.?
?I thought you might say that. But they are offering us a lot of money and they sent me some information about how the straps would be packaged and the booklet that would be sold along with the straps.?
She passed me the leaflet. A busty blonde was pictured in her underwear and a pair of heels. She stood sideways on which showed that her arms pinned together at the wrists by a band of leather. Her ankles were bound in the same way. Unfolding the leaflet there were other pictures of the blonde in different positions, but none of them displayed any nudity, which was good from a business point of view.
?The leaflet certainly is tasteful. How much are they offering??
Kelly named a figure, which wasn’t bad.
?I suppose that’s an acceptable amount to take a risk,? I said.
Kelly brightened. She was a very good looking girl and when she smiled she was stunning in a girl-next-door sort of way, with her long dark brown hair pulled back into a simple ponytail.
?Well, there’s something else,? she said. ?We can make even more if we share a bit more risk and produce some straps for a reduced price now and then take the rest of the manufacturing costs and a slice of the sales profit later.?
?I’m not sure about that, Kelly,? I said, a bit perplexed. ?We only ever take risk like that on our own products, and that’s Andy’s field.?
Over the next half an hour, Kelly showed me figures based on what other products sold in this country and abroad – handcuffs, gags, hoods, collars – and made a compelling case for taking this risk, saying we would see the return in six months. I teased her about her having done all this research meaning that she was looking at kinky websites using office computers. She laughed and ploughed on with her presentation.
When she was done I said, ?You’ve convinced me about the market, but I’m not sure about the product. Handcuffs and all that are quite self-explanatory, but will people really be attracted to buying simple leather straps? Will they know what to do with them??
She pulled a few out of a small bag she had with her and put them down on the table. I picked one up and investigated it. It was just a simple strap about twelve inches long with a buckle at the end and a number of holes down the length. Other straps that Kelly had put on the table were longer.
?The one your holding is for the wrists or ankles,? she said. ?The longer ones are for the elbows or to go around the torso. It’s all explained in the leaflet.?
I glanced at the leaflet again.
?Are they effective, then? We don’t want to risk our money on a product that these bondage aficionados won’t want because they don’t keep a helpless damsel helpless.?
?Good point. I haven’t actually had the chance to try them out; they only arrived this morning.?
?No problem,? I said. ?Just slip your jacket off and we’ll try them out now.?
Kelly looked surprised and she gazed mutely at me from behind her glasses for a moment or two before she stood, while shrugging to herself and removed her jacket.
That’s when my job got interesting.
I stood as well and came round to her side to the desk. Kelly was now dressed in a white blouse, a knee-length grey skirt (one half of her skirt suit) and a pair of black heels. Kelly did like to power-dress a little – nothing excessive in the style of the 80s – and it had an effect on the men who saw her. I’d heard the men from the factory (which is adjacent to the office building) talking about her. Now, despite the fact that I’m married, I decided I would make the most of this opportunity.
?Hands behind your back, please,? I said. When she complied, I strapped them together. ?How does that feel??
?Fine,? she said, testing the binding. ?It’s comfortable but effective: I can’t get loose.?
?Good. Let’s make this a thorough test, though.?
Kelly let out a slightly dejected ?Oh? as I reached for the next strap. When she saw which one I was going for, she said, ?Um, that’s the elbow strap. You probably don’t need to test that one – I think it’s more for aesthetics.?
?We might as well test them all,? I said absently as I scanned the leaflet for the section on elbows. When I found it I saw what Kelly meant. Here the blonde model was photographed from behind, showing the strap buckled tight around her arms just above the elbow drawing them together behind her back, and from the front, showing the effect of this binding. This effect was to pull the girl’s shoulders back and push her generous, bra-clad breasts forward.
I fastened the strap on to my employee and drew her elbows as close together as possible. She gasped softly as I put her under such tension with the strap. Taking her by the shoulder I turned her round to face me. Kelly’s breasts were wonderfully displayed. I looked straight at them, unashamed at my ogling of them and said, ?That’s a pretty good aesthetic effect.?
?Mark!? she gasped, blushing slightly.
?Can you get loose from that??
She struggled briefly, which caused her large breasts to sway slightly. ?Nope,? she declared eventually with a sigh.
?So I could keep you displaying yourself like that for as long as I want??
Her eyes went wide and again she spluttered, ?Mark!? before controlling herself and saying with a smile, ?That wouldn’t be a very productive use of my time now would it??
?This is true,? I grinned.
Turning back to the table I picked up the leaflet again and had a look for the section on binding legs. Initially I thought about just strapping Kelly’s ankles together, but then I saw something a bit more interesting.
?Would you kneel down for me, please.? It wasn’t really a question and as I said it, I gently pressed down on her shoulder, helping her to the ground. She resisted for a second, then knelt. I took a couple of straps from the desk and crouched down behind her.
?We’re nearly done now,? I said as I deftly tugged her skirt up to her bottom, then pushed her hips back and down so her buttocks were resting on her heels.
?Mark!? She sounded properly outraged this time.
?Nearly done.?
Ignoring her protest I slipped a strap under her shin near the ankle, drew it over her tight-clad thigh and buckled it securely. I did the same with her other leg. The result was that she was unable to straighten her legs and was forced to keep her kneeling posture.
?How’s that?? I asked.
She tested the bonds briefly and said, ?Yep. I’m helpless. Can you unstrap me now, so I can return my skirt to a decent position?? She sounded pissed off.
?Not just yet. You need to test them properly.?
?What?! I have!?
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
?Come in!? I called causing Kelly to groan.
Sophie entered carrying some paperwork and her brown eyes went wide when she saw Kelly kneeling on the floor all strapped up.
?We’re testing out a possible new product,? I said. ?Did you want me or Kelly??
?I just have some things for you to sign,? said Sophie, regaining her composure and handing me some documents. Then, glancing at Kelly she said, with a mischievous smile, ?Bondage suits you, Kel. We should take some photos of you and put them on the website to demonstrate the product.?
Kelly blushed, but smiled and said, ?Not bloody likely, Sophie. If anything, I think a younger woman should model these: bring a bikini to work tomorrow and we’ll get you all trussed up.?
I could have kissed Sophie then, and not because she’s a gorgeous girl who is prettier than Kelly even if she doesn’t quite have the breasts. I could have kissed her because just as Kelly was getting annoyed with her position, Sophie had diffused the situation.
?You’re in no position to make demands,? Sophie laughed. ?Anyway, if it’s a younger model you’re after, you should try Amy. Apparently she and her boyfriend get up to this sort of thing.?
?Is that so?? I said, a little surprised.
?Yep, though maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Whoops. I’m going to head off now. Amy and Andy have already gone. See you in the morning.?
?Bye,? said Kelly and I together.
After she’s shut the door behind her, I looked down at Kelly and said, ?How does it feel. Is it uncomfortable yet??
?Not really. The elbow straps are a bit tough on me, but I’m coping. I’m not as young as I was!? Her good humour had definitely returned.
At 30 Kelly was hardly over the hill, but she shared an office with Sophie and Amy who were 23 and 24 respectively. Still, her banging on about her age was a bit demoralising for me, considering I was 35.
?That’s good. They seem like a good product. I’ll make a decision tomorrow morning and let you know. I think it’s nearly time for you to go home now. I’ve just a few things to do, then I’ll set you loose.?
Kelly shot me an annoyed look and said, ?But you just said they seem like a good product. Surely the testing is done now??
?Yes, the test is over. I just agree with Sophie: bondage suits you.?
?Suits me? What does that mean??
I don’t know if it was the feeling of power that made me so bold, but I replied, ?Well look what that elbow strap has done for your tits,? which caused Kelly’s eyebrows to shoot up. ?In fact, I could quite happily look at them all day. Next time I strap you up I’ll have to insist you’re topless.?
?So you think this is going to happen again?? she said, a trifle mysteriously.
?Maybe I should just get your tits out now, just to be on the safe side.?
I expected her to either freak out or say something like, ?Don’t you dare? at which point I would have told her I was kidding and then untied her. Instead she glared at me defiantly and said tartly, ?Maybe you should.?
I was taken aback, then decided she was clearly joking and so decided to call her bluff. I crouched down in front of the kneeling woman and began to unbutton her blouse with rather shaky hands waiting for her to tell me that that was enough. But she never did.
She just gazed at me, blushing slightly, with her blouse open exposing her white frilly bra. Scarcely believing this was real, I reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, and pulled the shoulder straps of her bra down her arms as far as her elbow strap, while pulling the D-cups of her bra down to her stomach.
Kelly looked up at me, biting her lip and said, ?What do you think??
?I think you should shake your tits for me.?
Kelly’s breath seemed to quicken as I gave her the order and she slowly began to twist her shoulders from side to side, causing her breasts to swing and jiggle beautifully. Each breast was more than a handful, they were firm and her nipples looked as hard as my cock felt.
?Good girl,? I said, smiling slightly. ?Are you always so obedient??
?Only when I’m tied up, it would seem.? She smiled back.
Reaching behind her, I removed the elbow strap, then pulled her bra straps and the sleeves of her blouse down to her wrist strap. Then I replaced the elbow strap, removed the wrist strap and her clothing, then replaced the wrist strap. Once she was completely topless, I bent down in front of her and began to leisurely paw her breasts. She groaned and pushed her breasts forward into my hands.
?These are fantastic tits,? I said.
?Thank you,? she smiled.
?But you know I want to see more, don’t you??
?Really? What else?? she said with a glint in her eye.
It occurred to me then that she got off on the dirty talk. Being told to shake her tits had given her a thrill and now she was goading me into talking about the rest of her body.
?I bet you’ve got a nice firm arse and I can’t wait to see your cunt.?
She moaned when I said the word ?cunt?, confirming my dirty talk theory.
?You’re a bad girl, aren’t you Kelly??
?I’m very bad, but I’m a little old to be called a girl, aren’t I??
?You’re not that old, but I suppose you’re old enough to know better. Maybe you’re a bad bitch.?
?Maybe I am,? she whispered.
?So say it.?
Her breath quickened even more and she looked away from me before she said, ?I’m a bad bitch.?
?Look at me, Kelly, and say it again.?
It seemed to take a bit of effort on her part, but she met my gaze and said, ?I’m a bad bitch.? As she said it, it seemed something sparked in her eyes.
I reached down and unbuckled the straps holding her calves to her thighs, then I helped her to her feet. I unzipped her skirt and tossed it onto the pile made by her blouse and bra. Then I removed her shoes, tights and panties.
?Now step back into your shoes,? I told her.
She did as I told her, then stood still as I walked around her silently appraising her body.
She was incredible.
Her breasts were full and round while being firm and resilient. Her bondage-enforced posture meant that she still pushed them forward as if silently begging that they be played with. Her slim waist flared out to her rounded hips and her curvaceous arse. Her long, slim legs were accentuated by her high heels, the only item of clothing allowed to her unless you counted her glasses. Those heels made this normally 5’ 7? woman stand 5’ 9?. Her neatly trimmed dark brown muff seemed to look up cheekily at me.
?Now what do you suppose is going to happen to you, bitch?? I asked.
She turned her head to look at me.
?I suppose you’re going to fuck me.? That was a confident statement.
?Of course. But first you’re going to show me what you can do with your mouth.?
I pushed her gently downwards by her shoulders until she capitulated and sank to her knees. She knelt silently nibbling on her lower lip, staring up at me with wide blue eyes as I removed my clothes. I stood in front of her and took her ponytail in my left hand, while I guided my dick to her mouth with my right. She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock as it was offered. I looked down at her as she frowned slightly while she got used to this sensation.
?Now take it deeper, bitch.?
She glanced up at me and moved her head forward to take more of me into her mouth.
?Good bitch.?
I began to gently fuck her mouth. After a while, I began to get a bit more demanding – and why not? I began to push deeper into her mouth and holding that position longer before pulling back out to a position more comfortable for her.
?That’s a good little cock-sucker,? I told her, which predictably caused her to moan. ?You’re not going to deny me anything, are you??
?Uh-uh,? she grunted, doing a good job of communicating the negative when her mouth was full.
I was thrilled when I felt her tongue go into action against the underside of my knob. She was really putting herself into this blow job. I hadn’t had this pleasure for quite sometime as my wife hadn’t gone down on me since my birthday eight months previously.
?How does such an apparently good girl get so good at sucking cock?? I pondered aloud. I pulled out of Kelly’s mouth and used her ponytail to make her look up at me. ?Do you suck cock often??
?No,? she gasped. ?Steve likes it but I rarely do it for him.?
Steve was her boyfriend.
?So you’re just naturally good at it?? I asked innocently, as if I didn’t know I was humiliating her with the question.
?I? suppose so,? she whispered.
?So you’re a slut??
?Oh!? she gasped. ?Maybe.?
?Or maybe the bondage just brings out these hidden skills??
?Maybe.?
?So are you a bondage slut?? I teased.
?Yes,? she whispered. ?I’m your bondage slut.?
Without warning, I pulled her to her feet by her ponytail and pushed her backwards towards my desk until her bottom came to rest against it. I sat her down on it and, without much persuasion, I got her to part her legs. She leaned backwards, using her bound hands to support her weight behind her while I began to squeeze those magnificent tits with one hand while the other gently stroked the cleft between her legs. Within seconds of me caressing her pussy, Kelly was gasping. I pushed one, then two fingers into her hot, wet snatch and began to finger her. Moments later she was moaning and twitching. When my fingering of her became more firm, her moaning became more vocal. I leaned forward with my head and captured the nipple of the breast I wasn’t fondling in my mouth and began to lick and suck. A second later, she began to come.
?Uhh – nnng – oh – ooohhh fuck!? she groaned.
She gasped and twitched her way through her orgasm until I finished playing with her body and stood back. Slowly, she came back to herself, and she regarded me a little self-consciously from behind her glasses, which made her look so innocent.
Without further ado, I stepped forward between her legs and buried my aching cock deep in her pussy and began to fuck her. I started slowly but it wasn’t long before I had built up a head of steam and was pounding away at the bound woman in front of me causing her tits to bounce energetically. I screwed her with such energy as I didn’t know I had and it seemed more than she was expecting. Very soon, her body was building towards another climax.
?You’re not going to come again so soon are you, you little slut?? I asked through gritted teeth as I fought the exertion of nailing her so thoroughly.
?Uh-huh,? she whined in the affirmative looking up at me with big, desperate eyes. I continued by assault on her pussy and only a few minutes after her first orgasm she came again, moaning alarmingly and bucking her hips wildly.
I slowed my movements down as she recovered, then withdrew from her pussy. I turned her round so she was bent over the desk, resting on her chest with those fantastic legs open and offering me her quim from behind.
?As much as I enjoyed watching your udders bounce around,? I said, choosing my words carefully to humiliate her just a little more, ?I think it’s time you were fucked like the bitch in heat you so obviously are.?
?Oh God,? she gasped. ?I think I’m all fucked out.?
?Don’t be silly,? I muttered, lining my cock up with her twitching hole. ?I’ve only just got you warmed up.?
I began to fuck her again, hard and fast. Soon her body was reacting despite her saying she was ?fucked out? and after only a few more minutes she was coming again. This time, I didn’t slow down, I kept pounding away at her defenceless body, while pulling back on her ponytail and spanking her arse. I gave her no let up, and soon another orgasm hit her.
?Please – give – me – a – minute,? she gasped as I thrust into her, but I ignored her and carried on driving in and out of her like a piston. Another orgasm hit her just as the last one was dying down, and this time she simply squealed, unable to say anything coherent. Again, I ignored her and when she had her last orgasm of the night, her squeals were close to screams. I gave her a few more strokes before I exploded inside her. I had possibly the most intense orgasm I have ever had and my come seemed to erupt at a million miles an hour. I had to support myself with my arms on the desk because I didn’t trust my knees to keep me up. She gasped softly as she felt my jizz spurt inside her, but otherwise lay still.
I stayed joined to her for a few minutes before I stood up straight and pulled out of her clutching but sopping wet pussy. I took a few steps and collapsed into the chair normally occupied by visitors to my office when they sit on the other side of my desk.
I just sat watching her breathing heavily for a few minutes until she opened her eyes and looked at me bashfully.
?Are you going to untie me?? she asked quietly.
I sighed and stood up.
?As tempting as it would be to keep you here as my personal bondage slut,? I muttered, ?we’ve both got homes to go to.?
She was smiling gently, though I was suddenly hit by a sense of guilt. Now that my ranging desire for to have this woman had been quenched all was left with the knowledge that I had betrayed my wife of seven years. I wondered how long it would take Kelly to feel the same guilt. As far as I was aware, she and Steve were very happy together.
I undid the straps that bound her, then began to dress myself. She dressed as well. We both observed an awkward silence. When we were both ready, we made a bit of small talk about what we might have planned for the evening. Neither mentioned our other halves. Then we left the building and went to our cars.
?I’ll see you tomorrow,? I said before getting into my car.
?Yep. Bye.?
Tomorrow was going to be a difficult day.
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