Female waxer turned out to be my rival's best friend CFNM SPH blackmail femdom - updated chapter 4

[BABYRYAN2121]

great chapter!

[Vader]

Great start defiantly need more of the story.

[Kent+]

One of the best CFNM tales thag I have ever read.

[jllash]

Thanks for the supportive words everyone, hope you enjoy this new chapter

Chapter 3

The following week, Rachel had set up another appointment for me with Melissa. I had hoped to avoid the salon after the last encounter, but Rachel had forced my hand.

I found myself back in the salon's waiting area, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. When Melissa called my name, my heart sank, but I forced myself to follow her back to the waxing room.

As I entered, she closed the door behind me, "Hey there," she said, her voice a bit too cheerful for the situation. "Ready for round two?"

I gritted my teeth and nodded, trying to keep my cool. "I suppose so," I murmured, knowing full well that Rachel had probably told her everything that had transpired.

Melissa gestured to the chair with a knowing smile. "Take it all off," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Reluctantly, I stripped down before sitting, feeling even more exposed than before. Melissa began the waxing process again, and as she worked, she couldn't resist bringing up Rachel. "So, I heard you and Rachel were quite the rivals at work," she said, her tone light. "What's it like now with her having so much.. leverage?"

I gritted my teeth as she applied a strip, bracing for the pain. "Honestly it hasn't been easy, I wish she didn't have this leverage over me," I replied tersely.

Melissa chuckled, "Trust me, I've heard all about it," she said teasing, as she ripped the strip off.

As Melissa continued her meticulous waxing, her eyes remained fixed on my crotch. "It's a small price to pay for success, right?" she quipped, and I felt my temper flare. The only reason I was in this position at work was because Melissa had taken that photo and shared it with Rachel.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice calm. "You know, Melissa, it's against the law to share photos of someone in such a... vulnerable state without their consent," I said, watching her closely.

"That sort of thing can cost people their job," I continued, hoping to put a small bit of fear into her for what she had done, while also hoping I wasn't being so overt that she would tell Rachel.

Melissa's smile remained fixed, but I could see the flicker of understanding in her eyes.

"Oh yeah people really shouldn't do that sort of thing" she said, playing dumb, her voice light and airy, acting as if she didn't know what I meant.

"It's a breach of trust," I pressed, "And it could cause a lot of trouble for everyone involved."

Melissa's smile remained in place, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "Well, I'm just here to do my job," she said, her voice as smooth as honey.

"And I'm sure you'd hate for anything to jeopardize that," I replied, not pushing the issue further but making my point clear.

Melissa's smile remained plastered on her face, but the tension in her eyes revealed she knew exactly what I was insinuating. She continued the wax in silence and as she finished the last strip of wax she stepped back, giving my freshly bare skin one last appraising look. "All done," she said brightly, her tone a stark contrast to the undercurrent of the conversation.

I scrambled to get dressed, my heart racing as I slipped on my pants and tucked in my shirt, avoiding eye contact.

"I'll be sure to keep what you said in mind," Melissa said sweetly, her voice dripping with faux innocence. She handed me the aftercare instructions, her eyes flicking to my crotch in my pants before returning to my face with a knowing smile.

I nodded stiffly, taking the paper and stepped out of the room.

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The following morning at work, Rachel stormed up to my desk, her eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you threaten Melissa?" she hissed, her voice low enough so only I could hear.

"I-I just..." I stuttered.

Rachel's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a whisper, "In my office, now," she ordered, storming toward it in an intensity that had me scurrying after her.

Once I entered, she slammed the door shut and locked it with a click. "Explain yourself" she demanded, her hands on her hips.

"Okay listen, I didn't mean to threaten her, I was just upset at what she had done, I didn't actually mean anything by it."

Rachel's expression remained unchanged, the fire still burned in her eyes. "Melissa is my friend," she said, her voice firm. "You can't go around threatening her job."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I know, I'm sorry," I said, my voice tight. "But-."

Rachel didn't let me finish, cutting me off with a wave of her hand. "No 'buts'," she said sharply. "You're going to pay for this right now."

"Take them off," she ordered, her voice cold.

I blinked in confusion. "What?"

"Your clothes," Rachel said, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Take them off, now."

My heart pounded in my chest as I considered my options while Rachel's eyes never left mine. I knew that protesting would only make things worse, so with trembling hands, I began to undo my belt. Rachel's expression was unreadable as she watched me strip, but I could feel the power shift in the air, my humiliation growing as I became more undressed.

Once naked, my clothes sprawled on the floor around my feet like a pathetic offering at Rachel's feet. She gestured to her desk, "Hands flat," she ordered.

I did as I was told, my palms splayed out on the cold, gleaming wood. Rachel swiftly gathered my clothes, her movements efficient and predatory. With a smug smile, she opened a drawer in her desk and dropped them in before locking it with a click that echoed through the tense silence of the room.

My mind raced with panic as I realized they were now locked away, completely out of reach.

Rachel reached under her desk and pulled out a meter stick, her smile turning predatory. "You seem to have forgotten your place," she said, tapping the ruler against the palm of her hand. "Let me remind you who's in charge here."

I braced for impact as Rachel swung the ruler at my bare ass. The smack echoed through the room, sending a sharp sting through my body. I yelped, my eyes wide with shock and humiliation. I immediately reach back and rub my butt. Rachel's smile grew wider as she took a step closer, the ruler still poised for another hit. "You're my bitch," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "Say it."

"I-I'm your bitch," I choked out, my face burning with shame as I try to ease the pain. Rachel nodded, her eyes gleaming. "Good boy," she said, patting my cheek with the flat of the ruler. "That was for Melissa."

Rachel then points the ruler at the desk, her voice commanding. "Hands flat on the desk," she instructed, and with trembling hands, I comply, leaving my rear undefended again. Rachel's heels clicked against the floor as she approached, standing right behind me. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, mixing with the fear and adrenaline that coursed through me.

The next smack came swiftly, the sting spreading across my skin. "And that's for making me remind you of your position," Rachel said, her voice cold and unforgiving.

Instinctively, I reached back to rub my burning butt again. Before I could realize what was happening, she opened her office door, whispered in my ear, "And this is for my own fun," and gave me a firm push.

The cold air of the office hit me like a slap in the face as Rachel shoved me out into the hallway, her door clicking shut behind me. I stumbled, trying to regain my balance, my mind in disbelief at what just happened. Rachel had just locked me out of her office, completely naked! In the middle of the day!

I ducked down, trying to make myself as small as possible, and began to sneak towards the stairwell. The thought of being seen by my colleagues was too much to bear. My heart pounded in my chest, and my face burned hot in embarrassment. Each step was a silent prayer that no one would turn the corner and catch a glimpse of me.

My eyes darted around the office space, searching for any sign of movement. The walls were lined with cubicles, and I knew that at any moment someone could pop their head up and see me. The sound of Rachel's laughter could be heard faintly coming from her office room as I tiptoed closer to the safety of the stairs.

I made it to the stairwell without incident. The door slammed shut behind me and the stairs were empty, thankfully. I took them two at a time, desperate to escape without being seen. I could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of being caught. Each floor passed by in a blur.

Just when I got down to the 2nd floor, I heard a group of laughing women enter the floor below. Their giggles echoed through the stairwell, and my stomach plummeted.

I raced back up to the 3rd floor, heart hammering against my ribcage. My legs felt like jelly as I climbed each step. I had to get to the next floor before they saw me.

I reached the landing and peered over the railing, holding my breath. The group of women entered the building on the 2nd floor. The sound of their laughter grew fainter as they stepped through the doorway. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Gritting my teeth, I dashed down the flight of stairs, reaching the ground floor. The exit was in sight. I glanced around, checking for any other potential witnesses, but the coast was clear. With one last deep breath, I pushed through the door.

The cool breeze of the parking lot left me feeling more exposed, sending goosebumps up my arms. I knew I could make it home through back alleys that aren't too public but first I had to make it across the parking lot. I took off like a shot, my bare feet slapping against the asphalt. I had to move fast if I didn't want to be caught.

As I sprinted, I heard a car pull into the parking lot. I dared not turn and look, but I knew someone had just seen me. The fear of being recognized kept me moving.

Finally, I reached the end of the parking lot and safely ducked into a back alley, away from the eyes of anyone.

Mrs. Emerson sat in her car, watching the peculiar scene unfold. From a distance, she couldn't make out the features of the frantic man sprinting across the parking lot, but something about him was eerily familiar. She squinted, trying to discern any detail that might give her a clue to his identity. All she could see was a bare butt, a blur of flesh, and flailing limbs. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. It was definitely not something she expected to see on a Monday morning.

As the man disappeared from view, she climbed out of her car, her heels clicking on the pavement as she made her way into the office, taking the elevator up to her department. Rachel happened to be walking by, sipping her morning coffee with a smug expression.

"Rachel," Mrs. Emerson called out, her voice echoing through the quiet hallway, "You wouldn't believe what I just saw!"

Rachel's smug expression morphed into one of feigned innocence as she turned to face her boss. "Oh? What's that?" she asked, playing coy.

Mrs. Emerson leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Someone running around the parking lot... without a stitch of clothing," she said, her eyes twinkling. Rachel's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing. She had seen Jim!

Rachel managed to keep her cool. "How odd," she said, playing it off. "Probably some college prankster. You know how those youngsters are."

Mrs. Emerson laughed. "Well, I suppose you're right," she said, shaking her head.

As she walked away, Rachel couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her. She retreated to her office, the smirk never leaving her face.

Jim, on the other hand, was left to deal with the aftermath of his humiliation. He managed to sneak through the back alleys, sneak across some mostly empty streets and successfully make his way home without confrontation. Fortunately he had left a key under a rock near his front door and was able to get inside and dressed.

Back at the office, Mrs. Emerson had noticed Jim's absence. She marched into Rachel's office, her eyes narrowed. "Do you know where Jim is?" she demanded. Rachel's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her cool demeanor.

"Why, yes," Rachel replied calmly, "I believe he said something about getting some fresh air."

Mrs. Emerson's expression softened, but her eyes remained sharp. "It's quite the day for it," she said, "Maybe he ran into the streaker too," she chuckled.

Rachel's mind raced, considering her next move. "Actually," Rachel began, her voice casual as she tapped a finger against her chin, "Now that you mention it, he might be a bit cold out there." She took a moment to let the words hang in the air, watching Mrs. Emerson's reaction as she unlocked the cabinet in her desk and pulled out Jim's clothes.

Mrs. Emerson's eyes widened as the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place.

"Jim was streaking?!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. Rachel nodded, keeping her expression neutral. "Yes, it seems so," Rachel said, holding up his clothes like a trophy with a smirk.

Mrs. Emerson was stunned. "How on earth did you get a hold of his clothes?" she asked in disbelief, trying to keep her face straight. Rachel's grin grew wider as she set down the clothes. "Let's just say he lost a bet."

"Well," Mrs. Emerson said chuckling, her eyes glinting with amusement, "I must admit, I wouldn't have minded getting a closer look," she said with a wink. Rachel's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, relieved to hear Mrs. Emerson wasn't upset at the situation.

The two women shared a laugh, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding that they were both in on the joke. Rachel's mind raced with the potential of what could happen next. She had the perfect opportunity to humiliate Jim even more.

"You know," Rachel said, leaning closer to Mrs. Emerson, "I managed to snap a photo of Jim," she winked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Mrs. Emerson's curiosity was piqued. "Oh?," she leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Rachel pulled out her phone and scrolled through her gallery, her thumb hovering over the incriminating image. She tapped the screen, and the photo of Jim, naked and trembling under his desk, appeared. Mrs. Emerson's eyes widened in shock before breaking into a fit of laughter. "Oh my," she gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth. Rachel couldn't help but smirk as she passed the phone over.

Mrs. Emerson studied the photo, her eyes taking in every detail of Jim's mortification.

Her gaze lingered on his bare penis and balls, a sight so unexpected it was almost comical. She couldn't help but giggle, the image burning into her memory. Rachel watched her boss with a knowing smile, her own amusement at the situation clear as day.

"Send it to me," Mrs. Emerson said, holding out Rachel's phone, her voice filled with barely contained glee. Rachel's eyes glinted with excitement, eager to share the humiliation of Jim with their boss.

Rachel quickly sent her a quick message, attaching the photo. "Just for laughs, of course," Rachel added as she hit send. Mrs. Emerson's phone chimed, and she checked the message with a grin.

"Oh, of course," she chuckled, her eyes watching as the picture arrived up on her phone. She took a moment to appreciate the absurdity of the situation. "I'll keep an eye out for our little streaker,".

Rachel's mind raced with glee at the idea, this was working out better than she could have hoped. "Perhaps we could set up a little... surprise for him," Rachel suggested, her voice low and conspiratorial.

Mrs. Emerson's eyes lit up at Rachel's words. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, leaning in closer. She knew she was their boss, but the thought of catching Jim naked in real life was too tempting to resist.

[BABYRYAN2121]

another great chapter!

[Kent+]

So dawn good!

[NudeBaG]

Poor Jim!
Very entertaining though!

[JustHere10]

Each chapter gets better and better! Can't wait to see what surprise is in store for Jim!

[jllash]

Chapter 4

A week had passed since Rachel had made me run naked through the office and streak back home. The memory still stung, a constant reminder of my newfound subservience to her. Each day at work had been a silent battle, her smug smiles and knowing glances cutting through me like a knife.

But today was different. Rachel had called me into her office with a twinkle in her eye that promised something more than just our usual sparring. As I stepped inside, she closed the door behind me with a soft click, locking it shut.

"Strip," she ordered, her voice cold and commanding.

"Why? Going to make me streak again?" I said as confidently as I could muster.

Rachel's smile grew wicked. "Oh no, this is for my personal enjoyment," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Strip, don't make me repeat myself," she threatened.

My heart racing, I reluctantly began to peel off my clothes. Rachel's eyes followed my every move. As I stood before her, completely bare once again, Rachel's eyes raked over my body, lingering on my crotch.

"Now sit," she commands, gesturing to the only other chair in her office.

I sit down tentatively, my bare bottom making contact with the cold leather, causing me to flinch. Rachel seems to enjoy this, her smirk growing even wider.

"What's the plan?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

Rachel stood up, circling me. "It's simple," she began, "I tell you what to do, and you do it."

With a swift movement, she pulled out a set of cuffs and clicked them around my wrists, securing them to the chair. The cold metal against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. Rachel stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Rachel, what the hell are you doing?" I protested, trying to yank my hands free.

"I told you not to talk back to me, so consider this a little bit of punishment."

With that, Rachel sat back down at her desk, her fingers flying over her keyboard as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. I, however, was very much aware that I was naked and handcuffed to a chair in the middle of her office. She had made sure to place me in a position where my bare genitals were clearly visible, and every few minutes she would glance over, her eyes lingering just a little too long on my exposed flesh.

Each time our eyes would meet, she'd give me that smug smirk, the one that said she had me exactly where she wanted me. I could feel my face burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but there was something else there too - a strange thrill at being so utterly under her control. As much as I hated to admit it, it was turning me on.

Rachel's phone buzzed and she picked it up, scrolling through messages with a smirk. "Ah," she said, her eyes lighting up, "I have to step out for a moment, you'll be fine here, right?"

"What? No, Rachel, you can't leave me like this!" I protested, my voice rising an octave. "Please, let me go!"

But Rachel was already out of her chair, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked to the door. She paused and turned back to me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't worry, I'll only be a minute," she said, her voice dripping with fake concern.

The door clicked shut behind her, and I was left alone, my heart racing and my body exposed. I pulled at the handcuffs, trying to find some way to free myself, but they were too tight.

Rachel sauntered down the hallway, her heels clicking in rhythm with her victory. She knew that this moment would be the ultimate power play, and she couldn't wait to share it with Mrs. Emerson. As she approached her boss's office, she took a deep breath to compose herself.

"Mrs. Emerson," Rachel called out sweetly, knocking lightly on the doorframe. "Could I have a word?"

Her boss looked up from her paperwork. "Of course, Rachel," she replied, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk. Rachel took a seat, her mind racing with excitement at what she was about to reveal.

"You remember that little... incident with Jim last week?" Rachel began, her voice a perfect blend of innocence and mischief.

Mrs. Emerson's eyes sparkled with amusement. "The streaking?" she asked, her tone playful. Rachel nodded, her smile growing wider. "Well, I might have had a little more fun with him today," Rachel said, leaning in closer.

Her boss's eyebrows shot up. "Oh? Do tell," Mrs. Emerson urged, her curiosity piqued. Rachel explained how she had him naked and handcuffed to a chair in her office, her voice filled with a sense of pride. Mrs. Emerson's jaw dropped, and then she burst into laughter. "You're kidding!" she exclaimed.

"Not at all," Rachel replied, her eyes gleaming. "Why don't you go see for yourself? Just pretend you don't know anything about it, Jim's reaction would be priceless."

Mrs. Emerson's laughter subsided, and she looked at Rachel with a twinkle in her eye. "Oh, this I have to see," she said, standing up from her desk.

"Just wander in like you're looking for me," Rachel instructed, her voice low and conspiratorial.

Mrs. Emerson nodded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she left Rachel's office. She strolled casually down the hall, her heels clicking a steady rhythm against the floor. As she approached Rachel's office, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for Rachel's presence.

There was a moment of silence before her gaze fell on me, tied to the chair. I stared at her in horror, my cheeks burning, my heart racing. I thought Rachel had returned but to my horror it was my boss, Mrs. Emerson that just entered the room, catching me in the compromising position Rachel had left me.

Mrs. Emerson's eyes widened, feigning shock, and her hand flew to her chest. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed, her eyes roving over my naked body, taking in every detail. "Jim? What on earth are you doing?"

Panic shot through me like a bolt of lightning as I frantically tried to cover myself with my hands, but the cuffs held firm, leaving me utterly exposed. Had Rachel done this on purpose?! Had she set me up to be discovered like this, humiliated beyond belief? Or was it entirely incidental that our boss was looking for Rachel and instead caught me like this?

I could feel my face reddening as Mrs. Emerson took in the scene before her, a mix of surprise and amusement playing on her features. "What's the meaning of this?" she demanded, though her tone was more playful than scolding.

"It's... it's not what it looks like," I stammered, my voice shaking. "It was a bet, a... a dumb one."

Mrs. Emerson raised an eyebrow, the look of shock turning into a smile that grew wider. "A bet, you say?" She stepped before me, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor and she gazed down at my bare penis and balls before looking me in the eye. "Do tell."

My mind raced, trying to piece together a believable lie. "It's... it's Rachel's doing," I blurted out. "We had a... a friendly wager, and I lost."

Mrs. Emerson's smile grew even wider as she leaned in, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "A wager where you ended up tied naked to her chair?" she asked, her voice filled with barely contained laughter.

I nodded, my face burning with embarrassment. "Yes," I said, my voice strained. "It was all in good fun, but I'm afraid I bit off more than I can chew."

Mrs. Emerson chuckled, her eyes roving over my exposed body with a hint of curiosity. "Well, you certainly look like you're in a bit of a pickle," she said, her voice laden with amusement.

I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, the cold metal cuffs biting into my wrists. "Can you uncuff me?" I asked, my voice tight. "Or at least put my clothes over my lap? I'm feeling a bit exposed here."

Mrs. Emerson's smile grew even wider. "Oh, but where's the fun in that?" she teased. "You've lost the bet, you've got to be a man of your word," she smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She was enjoying this far more than she should.

"Could you at least keep this between us? I don't want my colleagues to think I'm some kind of office deviant." I pleaded.

Mrs. Emerson contemplated for a moment "Well," she began, a glint in her eye, "I suppose I could consider it, but I want something from you," she said, moving closer to me, stepping between my legs, moving them apart slightly, leaving everything even more exposed.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice cracking.

Mrs. Emerson leaned in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I want you to smile," she said as she pulled out her phone and opening the camera app. She stepped back and aimed the camera at me.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cold metal of the handcuffs bite into my wrists. I knew I had no choice, so reluctantly I looked at the camera and smiled.

"Perfect," Mrs. Emerson said, snapping the photo with a satisfied smirk. She began to walk out, "Now, tell me, Jim, do you want the door open or shut?"

"Shut please!" I blurted out, desperation lacing my voice. The last thing I needed was to be found by someone else.

Mrs. Emerson chuckled, her eyes lingering on my exposed body before she stepped out and closed the door. The sound of the door clicking into place echoed through the room, leaving me alone with my mortification. I sat there, feeling the cold chair against my bare skin and the handcuffs cutting into my wrists. Rachel had really outdone herself this time.

Rachel waited in Mrs. Emerson's office, her heart racing with excitement. She could hear Mrs. Emerson's footsteps growing closer, the clacking of her heels punctuating the silence. The door swung open, and Rachel looked up to see her boss's face flushed with amusement. "Well?" Rachel prompted, eager for the details.

Mrs. Emerson broke into hysterical laughter, "You should've seen his face!" she exclaimed, "He was absolutely mortified." Rachel's own grin widened, her eyes gleaming.

"What did he say?" Rachel leaned in eagerly, eager to hear every detail.

Mrs. Emerson took a moment to compose herself before speaking. "He said it was because he lost a bet to you," she managed to get out between gasps of laughter. "He's quite the sport about it, though," she added, her eyes twinkling as she held up the photo she took of him.

Rachel's eyes widened at the sight of the image, her own mischief reflected in the photo. She leaned closer to inspect it. Jim's cheeks were a deep shade of red, his eyes pleading for mercy, and his mouth twisted into a forced smile. His penis and balls were clearly visible. Rachel's heart skipped a beat with excitement at the sight of her handiwork and that now even her boss was a part of it.

"Oh, you've really got him now," Rachel said, her voice filled with amusement. She handed Mrs. Emerson her phone. "He's all yours," Mrs. Emerson said, satisfied with what had transpired. Rachel couldn't wait to see the look on his face when she walked back in.

Her heels clicked on the floor as Rachel made her way back to her office. She pushed open the door to find Jim still handcuffed to the chair, his eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Hi," Rachel sang, her voice was as if nothing was amiss as she sailed into the room.

Jim's eyes darted to the cuffs, desperation in his voice. "Rachel, please, untie me," he pleaded, "Mrs. Emerson came into the room and saw me."

Rachel's smile grew wicked. "Oh, I know," she said, her tone filled with amusement. "And she had quite the laugh over it," she added, taking a seat at her desk and crossing her legs.

Jim's face fell, his cheeks burning even hotter. "Please, Rachel," he begged, his voice trembling. "You've had your fun. Just let me go."

Rachel's eyes flashed with amusement. "You think you can give me demands?" She leaned back in her chair, "I ought to wheel you out into the hall for that," she said, her tone light but the threat clear.

Panic set in, my mind racing for a way to walk back my mistake. "Look, Rachel, I'm sorry," I pleaded, trying to keep my voice steady, "Please don't wheel me out into the hall."

"Relax, I'm not going to do that," she said sweetly, "Well, not right now," she added with a mischievous glint. "Besides, I've got a lot of work to do and you're my good luck trophy."

Rachel leaned back in her chair and began typing away at her computer, occasionally glancing over at me with a smug smile. Her professional exterior was back, but I could see the victory in her eyes. I was nothing more than a trophy, a conquered naked man cuffed to a chair, whose only purpose is to sit there while she appreciated the sight of me.

The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. The cold metal of the handcuffs dug into my wrists, a constant reminder of my predicament. Rachel was in no rush to let me go, and the longer I sat there, the more my mind wandered to how humiliating this was.

And then, as if to add insult to injury, I couldn't help but get fully erect. The situation was so mortifying that my body responded in the most embarrassing way possible. Rachel's eyes flicked up from her computer screen, and she couldn't help but notice. Her smile grew even wider, her eyes lingering on my exposed member before she looked back down at her work.

I was torn between the horror of trying to maintain some semblance of dignity and the dark thrill of being exposed like this. My hips began to gently thrust rhythmically, my cock standing proud and at attention despite the embarrassment. Rachel's eyes darted back up to me, and she raised an eyebrow. "Looks like someone's enjoying this more than they're letting on," she said with a wicked chuckle.

Her chest rose and fell a little faster as she stared. It was a strange mix of humiliation and arousal, and I felt the precum begin to bead at the tip of my erection, a betraying drip forming, and I stopped thrusting. Rachel paused working, her eyes locked on the sight.

Her voice was a seductive purr when she spoke again, "It seems like you're really enjoying this," Rachel's eyes flicked back to my face, her gaze intense.

I couldn't deny it. The thrill of the forbidden, the danger of being caught, and Rachel's power was doing something to me. I nodded, my face a mask of embarrassment and desire. Rachel leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving me. "Continue," she said, her voice a challenge.

So I did. I began to gently thrust my hips, my cock bobbing slightly with each movement. Rachel's gaze was unwavering, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. My breathing grew shallower, and the room felt hotter.

Her eyes never left my erection as she walked over to me, the click of her heels on the floor like a metronome counting down to my inevitable release. She reached out and gave my cock a few playful tugs, and it was all it took. I came, my body spasming as the pleasure ripped through me, and I couldn't hold back a low moan as several spurts of cum splattered onto the floor. Rachel's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched my climax, her grip tightening for a brief moment before she let go.

Rachel's smile grew even wider as she took a step back, her heels clacking against the floor. "Well done," she congratulated. "I never knew you had it in you."

I felt a mix of embarrassment and relief as I panted, trying to compose myself. "Woah.." was all I could muster.

Rachel sauntered over to her desk, her heels echoing through the room. She picked up the keys to the handcuffs and approached me with a wicked smile. "Looks like you had fun," she teased.

With a flick of her wrist, Rachel unlocked the handcuffs and I quickly tried to cover myself. "Don't be shy now," she said before continuing, "You made this mess, you clean it up," gesturing towards a box of tissues on her desk.

Rachel grabbed her purse, heading for the door. "I'll leave you to it," she said with a wink, leaving me alone.

[Vader]

Looks like Jim is starting to enjoy being her plaything.