Office Slave: Chapter 5 – Getting Ready For Bed

Suddenly a joyous sound greeted Rachel’s ears. The high pitched ‘beep beep’ of the oven timer. She let out a sigh of relief. Her half hour was over. Her whole body was in agony but she had made it through. She looked up at her tormentor.

Toby was still casually reading through the notes; ignoring the timer completely. Eventually when he reached the bottom of the page, he looked up staring into Rachel’s pleading eyes. She looked so helpless and vulnerable and extremely sexy. He decided she had suffered enough for now. Besides he was tired having cum 3 times in a couple of hours. So he stood up and walked over to the oven, pushed the button to stop the timer, turned off the oven and then knelt down in front of Rachel and looked her in the eyes. Not that Rachel could see through the tears.

“I’m sorry Rachel.” Toby started whilst reaching round to remove the gag. “I know it hurt but I needed to make a point”

“Fuck you” Rachel replied now that her mouth was free.

Toby placed a finger to her lips. “Now that is very rude. I’m going to ignore it this time as you are still learning the situation and to be fair I probably deserved it.” He said his voice scarily calm and matter of fact. “But if you ever swear at me again.” His voice rose significantly. “I will take one of these clamps and attach it to your clit!!” He hissed, showering Rachel’s face in spit.

At the same time he grabbed both clamps and pulled hard until they both came free. Rachel howled in pain, as the teeth tore her nipples apart. It was like real crocodiles had bitten her. Toby looked at the red metal and the little drips coming out of her torn teats, creating little red polka dots on the tiles. Maybe crocodile teeth weren’t the best for nipple clamps. He gave her a few seconds to recover. And set about untying her ankles so that the weight was taken off her knees.

Rachel shifted her position. An immense amount of relief spreading through her, now she could take the weight off her throbbing knee caps. Then Toby undid the rope that was tying her arms to the oven. But with her bodyweight leaning forward and her legs and arms too tired to take her weight. She collapsed forward onto the tiles. Rachel whimpered as her shredded nipples kissed the tiles. But at least her large breasts provided a cushion that stopped her face from bouncing off the hard surface.

“I’m sorry Rach. I didn’t mean that to happen” Toby said genuinely, grabbing her shoulder and helping her to her feet. Her legs were so tired; she needed all his help just to make it to the table where she slumped in a chair exhausted. He left her there while he plated up, and then placed a plate of salmon, potato and vegetables in front of her.

Whilst he had given her a porcelain plate, he had given her a plastic knife and fork. He clearly didn’t trust her. He then kindly untied her wrists so she had free movement to eat her food. Rachel shook her arms loose, trying to rid herself of the aches and pains, but it was no use. She ached everywhere.

Toby sat at the other end of the table and started tucking into his salmon, cutting away with his metal knife. Rachel sighed, but she was so hungry she couldn’t resist the food and she started hacking away with her own utensils. Lucky it was salmon really; anything else and she would still be there in a year’s time. She brought the pink meat to her lips and tasted the first mouthful. She wasn’t sure if it was just her tiredness but it tasted incredible, so flavoursome and moist and seasoned perfectly. The more mouthfuls she had, the more she realised Toby was an excellent cook and for the first time that evening she smiled. She glanced up at Toby grinning, as he watched her.

“You like my food then?” He asked smiling.

She nodded her mouth full of food. “Yes I do; I like it a lot.” He raised his eyebrows. “Sir!” She added hastily.

“Good. I’m glad to hear it” he said, satisfied.

Once they had finished eating, Toby stood up and cleared the plates onto the side. He then picked up his stuff from all over the kitchen; his rope, his trousers, his notes and tidied them all away in his suitcase. All he left out was one length of rope. He walked round behind Rachel so she couldn’t see what he was doing. A feeling of trepidation rose up in her stomach. What was he up to?

Eventually she felt his presence standing over her. And then she saw the rope. It looped round at the bottom and then tied to form a ring back around the rope so the loop could be made bigger or smaller.

He had made a noose!!

Fear surged through Rachel’s body. With all her remaining strength she pushed his arms away and stood up and barged against him as he tried to stop her. She then tried to flee across the kitchen; but her legs still hadn’t recovered, she stumbled and fell almost immediately. Toby jumped on top of her. Dragging her arms behind her and pinning them.

Toby felt her naked body shaking beneath him. She was shaking her head back and forward but he still managed to slip the loop over her head and gently tighten it around her neck.

“Calm down” he said, I’m not going to kill you, as he secured the knot so it wouldn’t come undone. “This is just your lead. You are going to be my lap dog! My bitch as it were!” With the rope secured he stood up, spanking her arse as he went. “Come on up you get! Walkies!”

Rachel struggled to stand, but as she got to her feet. Toby pushed her in the back knocking her back to the floor.

“What are you doing? You are a dog. Get on your hands and knees bitch!” He ordered.

Rachel did as she was bid, barely able to believe the latest humiliation.

“Good let’s get you upstairs! Off you go!” Toby ordered.

Rachel started to crawl. It hurt her aching knees as she crossed the tiles. Eventually she reached the merciful softness of the carpeted hall. She felt so humiliated, so used. She was a top business woman and now she was being forced to crawl and act like a dog by her deranged colleague, who had spent the evening using her as his own personal sex slave. She had reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Go on up you go!” Toby said, spanking her bare arse. Rachel yelped and then started to climb. “Oo your arse looks good above me” Toby said slapping it once more. Rachel collapsed at the pain of her stinging arse. She tried to get up but he held her in place. Rachel was happy for the rest.

“Go on you have a rest. This dog wants to have a closer look of your arse.” He leant in closer. God her body was a delight, he ran his paws up her long, smooth legs, to the seductive curvature of her hips and then continued over the gorgeous, mounds of her arse. He slapped her arse watching it compress beneath his palm and then bounce back to its previous pertness; he howled in happiness. He then ran his claws down her cheeks, scratching white marks into her perfect skin. Rachel whimpered slightly in pain. Continuing the dog like teasing, he ran his tongue up the back of her legs and then when he reached the top, he then pretended to sniff her bum.