I'm your boss and when you were checking me out in m short skirt and stockings, you snag your clipboard on them and put a hole and a huge run in them. I'm furious and use this opportunity to confront you. You watch, transfixed as I peel off the offending stocking and replace it with a fresh one from my desk drawer. I glare at you and inform you that I know that you know just where my spare stockings are kept, because you were seen on the office spy cameras, sniffing my dirty nylons and jerking off in my office chair, and now you're going to have to pay. I order you to strip naked and tie your ...

I'm your boss and when you were checking me out in m short skirt and stockings, you snag your clipboard on them and put a hole and a huge run in them. I'm furious and use this opportunity to confront you. You watch, transfixed as I peel off the offending stocking and replace it with a fresh one from my desk drawer. I glare at you and inform you that I know that you know just where my spare stockings are kept, because you were seen on the office spy cameras, sniffing my dirty nylons and jerking off in my office chair, and now you're going to have to pay. I order you to strip naked and tie your knees and ankles with the old, worn, smelly nylons that you ripped, and pull a few more out of my desk. You obey me in everything, desperate to keep your job but also unavoidably aroused by the situation, and the scent of my feet, as well as the vision of me bent over, cleavage exposed, as I tie the nylon bonds tightly on your cock and balls. I stretch another one over your face, making you look like the criminal you are. Bound, helpless and humiliated, I lay out the new terms of your continued employment, and seal the deal with your orgasm, in degradation and submission.

Also see The Smell of Your Secretary , Taking it to the Next Level and Under Your Boss' Desk