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June had started to work for the company a few months ago. Since she would be working primarily for my department, she was given the small office next to mine and from day one I knew there was something different about her. When we were introduced I noticed her bright eyes against her blazing red hair and the perfectly applied dark red lipstick she wore. She looked about five foot six but the high heels she wore made her almost as tall as I was and with her thin build shown clearly in the tight long skirt and snug top she looked even taller. As I sat in my office thinking about her I couldn’t help but wonder if the miniscule waist I had just seen was natural or not. I was also curious if the long tight dress that obviously held her thighs and knees close together was just something she had worn for today.

During the next few weeks I was pleased to see her arrive each afternoon enjoying her choices of clothing, that seemed to get less comfortable as she became more comfortable in her new surroundings. The skirts seemed to be getting tighter showing more of her thin figure and her shoes were definitely getting taller. Several times when I would visit her office to get or give her reports I could swear I could see support lines running vertically under her shirts. I hoped she was wearing corsets but had no idea on how to approach the topic so I continued to watch her carefully. Two days a week she always seemed to be in a hurry to leave and since we were almost always the last ones to leave, mainly because her job required her to make most of her calls in the evening and I had to lock up, I had started noticing the pattern.

Leaving later than normal one evening on one of her “Tuesday” nights that she normally would leave promptly she said her goodbyes and left the offices. I was leaving a few minutes later and was about to lock the rear door we exited by when she came hurrying out of the bathroom and rushed by me. As she walked quickly away waving her hand goodbye I noticed that she had changed clothes, her skirt was considerably tighter and went snugly to her ankles, forcing her to move her feet very quickly, in short steps. In her silhouette I could also tell her waist was much smaller than normal. I quickly locked the door and easily caught up to her as she reached her car that was parked next to mine and could hear her panting as she unlocked her door.

Walking up to my car as she slipped into the driver’s seat her interior light shone brightly on her wonderfully compressed breasts. Clearly they were being supported by something very stiff under that light jacket she was wearing, I watched her heaving breasts until the light turned off then stepped into my car and drove home. All I could think about was her, she had to be wearing a tight corset and I was convinced she had changed into a long hobble skirt. I had not had anyone to share my love of bondage with in a long time and was getting very excited that I might finally have someone who shared my interests with, maybe not as a lover but maybe as a friend.

The next few weeks had gotten very busy for us but each day I made sure to be where I could see her arrive and made sure I was leaving as she left just so I could see as much of her as I could. I had even started making up reasons to visit her office more than I really needed to just to get a closer look at her. I had also started making her run late more often so she had now gotten into the habit of changing her clothes on both nights she wanted to leave “on time.” One night when she had tried to change and leave before me I caught her walking out of the bathroom and could finally see her in full light.

I was stunned as I quietly followed her to the door staring at her firm ass squeezed into a long and very tight leather skirt. The tight black leather stopped just below her knees forcing them very close together effectively hobbling her stride. The seamed stockings had an odd sheen to them but I was paying more attention to the extreme high heels she was walking so briskly in to pay them much attention. The heels had to be seven inches tall but it was the wide straps around her ankles that caught my eye and just as I was looking up I thought I saw something dangling from the inside of one of the straps.

My eyes were now locked onto her tiny waist line and I definitely could see the corset stays under the tight shirt, the light jacket was too short to cover all the way down to her waist allowing me a peek. Her shoes clicked loudly on the concrete floor covering my presence until she opened the door and spotted me behind her in the reflection of the glass. June squealed loudly as she jumped and spun around dropping her large bag and letting the jacket slip from her shoulders as she turned towards me. “Jesus you scared me!” June gasped. I just smiled and apologized staring at her wonderful cleavage as she stood there gasping for air.

I started to pick up her bag when she said “I got it” and bent very carefully at the knee to reach it quickly scooping the contents back in. I knew for sure by the way she had to squat and lean to one side to pick it up she was wearing a corset, and a rigid one at that. I grabbed her jacket and heard her legs rub together confirming my suspicions that her stockings were indeed made of latex. I held out her jacket letting her step backwards into it and said “You look wonderful tonight, got a hot date?” trying to sound supportive but not threatening. June answered “Just meeting some friends.” We went to our cars, me watching her struggle to walk in the heels and skirt, and both drove off.

I quickly circled back and was able to catch her driving and followed her, I desperately wanted to know where she was going dressed as she was. After a few miles I began to recognize the area and knew there were a few clubs here that catered to fetish crowds a few nights a week and cursed myself why I hadn’t put it together before now. I had frequented several of these clubs but when I got promoted I figured I didn’t want anyone to see me there so I had stopped going. As predicted she pulled into one of the clubs and parked, I parked away from her and watched her as she turned on her interior lights and touched up her makeup. After a few minutes of fiddling around in her car I saw her slip a bright collar around her neck and then get out.

June had to walk almost past my car to get to the club, I was worried she might notice it but she was too busy concentrating on her limited stride and straightening her clothes. As she got closer I could see she had a wide steel collar around her throat but also had removed her shirt and now showed the incredible leather corset holding her firmly erect. I stared as she walked past me also noting the wide leather cuffs with small locks dangling from them on her wrists and almost yelled with excitement. I drove home thinking about how to approach her knowing that now that I knew I had no choice but to find a way to get her to talk with me about her interests.

During the next two weeks I continued making her late until one evening I spotted her keys lying on her desk as she went to change and slid them carefully behind her monitor. June slipped out the back door thinking she had beaten me out not even noticing my car was not parked in its normal spot. I locked the door as soon as she was out of it and exited from the opposite side door and drove off, loudly. I smiled as I drove down the street knowing she had limited choices, call me since I was closest, or call a friend, either way she was stuck standing outside in her club clothes. After about ten minutes I figured she had called someone else and headed towards my house wondering who she had called and why she hadn’t felt comfortable enough to call me.

Arriving home I slammed two shots of my favorite bourbon flopping down on the couch with the bottle in my hand and sat dreaming of her corseted body and tall high heels. I sat looking at the shot glass then decided to go to the club. What the hell, I thought, anyone there won’t say anything because it would expose them as well. I shimmied into my tight leather pants and found the matching shirt and headed to the club glad I had stopped on the second shot so I was comfortable to drive. As I got closer I realized I was sweating profusely from being so nervous, I had not been to any clubs or anywhere fetish inclined in over a year. I parked and tried to walk confidently into the club glad that the leather covered my flop sweats, no one recognized me or seemed to care as I paid and entered the darkened club.

I trolled around for a half hour looking for June, before being stopped by a girl I had known from the club before. She hugged me and yelled over the music that I still looked good and asked why I had stopped coming around. I smiled and briefly told her my concerns about being promoted. She called me silly as I stood there staring at the wonderful cleavage her own corset created desperately searing my memory for her name. She handed me her leash and pointed towards the bar, I playfully tugged at her collar pulling her in front of me so I could watch her firm ass wiggling under the very short and very tight skirt.

At the bar we sat trying to chat while we had our drinks with me constantly looking around for June. Thankfully a friend of hers came up and yelled her name, Pam, calming my anxiety of not remembering it and reminding me of who she was and what she was like when I was here before.

After her friends left I took the leash I still had in my hand and tied it to the bar railing pulling her down until her chin was almost on the bar top. Pam smiled waving her free hands indicating she knew she could untie it whenever she wanted, not realizing I had already seen the small clip attached to her left cuff. I looked at the short woman standing bent over with her ass sticking out, admiring its firmness then pulled her hands behind her and closed the dangling clip around her right cuff’s d-ring, spinning the locking tab tight. Pam stopped smiling, her expression became more subdued as she closed her eyes and wiggled her nice ass.

I ran my hands over her corseted body relishing the tightness of the smooth material and the feeling of her gasping under it. I continued stroking her, moving down her ass and upper thighs before giving her a thorough spanking while her hands flailed and she twisted against the leash.

Pam stood wiggling her ass moaning for several minutes before opening her eyes and smiling up at me. I ignored her while I finished my drink still looking around for June. I guess Pam decided she didn’t want to stay bent over in the tight corset any longer and started whining and twisting against it. Leaning over close to her ear I told her since she was behaving so badly she would stay where she was until I came back from the bathroom. I indicated to the bartender to watch my little slave while I was gone knowing he wouldn’t let anyone who didn’t know the rules untie her and walked away from the thrashing lady. I visited the bathroom then walked around the club again hoping to catch sight of June.

Halfway around the club I spotted her, she was standing behind a guy who had the chain from her bound wrists in his hand. I stood staring at the bound beauty in front of me, she had wrapped a stiff posture collar around her neck and her mouth was filled with a large red ball. I could see that the strap holding the ball in her mouth was very tight, since her cheeks bulged around it; I also noticed it was strapped over her hair, unlike most who would strap it carefully under the hair, so I guessed it had been put on quickly by him. As a trail of saliva ran down to her crushed breasts I could tell she wasn’t happy, she constantly struggled with her wrist restraints as he kept talking to the women standing in front of them.

I was heartbroken that she was with someone, though not sure why I thought she would be alone. Remembering I had a bound cutie still tied to the bar I rushed back, since it had been over thirty minutes since I had left her, to the bar to find her still tied and struggling where I had left her. I yanked the tail of the leash, releasing her from her stooped-over position, half expecting her to spit in my face.

Pam straightened up, stretching her back before easing up against me and rubbing her body on mine and said, “Thank you, that was fun!” I smiled not even moving towards her bound hands and we sat at the bar, her sucking her drink through a straw smiling while I teased and tickled her from time to time. Another hour passed before she said she had to go to the bathroom, I shrugged my shoulders and said “Well go” she smiled and turned her back to me so I would unclip her hands. I ignored her for a few minutes then smiled at her wiggling body and unclipped her wrists and she darted off.

Looking around I spotted June standing by the door, she was still gagged but I could just make out what looked like dark tear stains as she looked around desperately. I moved towards her, looking for her ‘date’, not wanting to start something and bring unneeded attention to myself. Walking closer I could see she was definitely crying, which enraged me; I walked boldly up to her and asked if she was ok? June looked at me for a long second then leaned her head onto my chest and shook her head no. I pulled her towards the door, asking if she wanted to leave, she stood up straight and turned her hands to me. I checked her wrists and not only were her stainless steel cuffs locked on they were also locked together. I could see her hands were a dark red and looking up I noticed that her elbows had also been locked together by more of the steel cuffs explaining why her hands were red.

I reached behind her head; I could feel the locks dangling from the gag strap and the back of the collar and asked where the keys were? She started mumbling and making some body motions, that took me a minute to figure out she was trying to say her purse. “Where is it?” I asked. June shrugged her shoulders and whined motioning towards where I had seen her earlier. I started to pull her forward and she squealed so I stopped and noticed her almost hopping to catch up. I looked down and saw her ankles had been locked together as well. “Asshole! He just left you like this?” June nodded that he had. As I was walking off Pam came into view and she didn’t look happy. I quickly told her what had happened and asked her if she could watch June for me. Surprisingly, Pam understood, and said she would stay with June while I went to get her bag.

Returning to the girls, I found Pam had gotten June to stop weeping and had even cleaned up June’s tear streaked face. Both stood smiling when they saw me come back into view. Pam kissed me, said something about me being a good guy and walked off. I looked at June holding up the bag and said, “why don’t we do this outside?” June struggled a bit demonstrating how little she could move so I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the passenger side of my car. Putting her back on her feet I opened the door and helped her to sit down. June sat uncomfortably, her pinioned arms and stiff corset making it difficult to find a comfortable position in the car’s seat. I climbed in and asked if she was okay; she grunted that she was, so I pointed to her bag, asking if it was ok to look in it. With a giggle she grunted that it was.

After digging through the bag and only finding a few more bondage items, two vibrators, and her wallet, I finally dumped it out in my lap. June leaned towards me, whining, as she didn’t see the keys either; we sat staring at one another for a few minutes before I asked “Did he take them?” June shook her head as far as the tight collar allowed. “Do you have spares?” her eyes went towards the floor as she shook her head again.

We sat in the car thinking, June kept wiggling in her seat so I suggested the only thing I could, “do you want to go to my house to figure this out, or should I take you home?” June thought about it and mumbled something around the large ball trapped behind her teeth, making me ask, “your house?” She shook her head. “Okay, that leaves my house.” I started the car and drove off.

Reaching my house I pulled into the garage and waited for the door to close before getting out and heaving her onto my shoulder. June grunted and giggled as I carried her inside and stood her back onto her tall high heels, saying something like, “Please sit if you like while I go change.” Hey, I was nervous, I had the woman of my dreams bound and gagged in my house, with no keys to free her.

I went and changed clothes, the leather I had been wearing was soggy and starting to suffocate me. While I was changing I heard her squeal, then heard her sit hard on the couch. I smiled at the thought of her free falling from her tall high heels to the sofa. Once I was dressed, I stood in the doorway and watched her struggling on the couch, she had rolled onto her side and now was trying to sit up. Her bonds and the tight corset were keeping her from rolling upright again, she was kicking her feet and grunting around the gag. Finally she stopped and lay panting. I watched her heaving breasts just being able to see her bound wrists sticking up from behind her narrow waist and felt my cock jump to attention.

I helped her to sit up and asked if she wanted the gag off? June quickly nodded she did until I showed her the scissors then she leaned back thinking if she wanted the gag ruined or not. I was impressed by her commitment to her gear and told her I could repair it l

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