A story about consensual bondage
It was a magnificent old oak desk. Massive, polished wood touched the ground on three sides, with drawers built into each side of the back. It was a huge desk. Large enough to fit a person underneath comfortably. He had noticed this when he first bought the desk. A few modifications later and it was perfect. He had business clients coming today for a meeting. Today was the day to test the usefulness of this desk. He brought her in first. His pet. He had ordered her to strip and then put a belt...