Ms Whitney Morgan is already gagged and partially bound, her elbows pressed together, her knees hobbled, as I walk her into the room and seat her on the couch. Once she's settled, I straddle her waist, holding her down.

“I know this isn't what you were expecting when I asked you for a meeting in the office, but...” I taunt.

Whitney mumbles and mocks me in response through the large black ballgag filling her mouth. I shove her down, lift her legs, and begin binding her ankles. She struggles against her bonds and the weight of my body. Grunting, complaining, and attemptin... Show more