Bondage: Jj Plush, Born To Be Bound - Boss lady didn't get to have a Happy Halloween

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Bondage: Jj Plush, Born To Be Bound - Boss lady didn't get to have a Happy Halloween

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An Unhappy Halloween for the Boss Lady

The air was thick with tension as Portia Everly, the towering boss lady of Bondage: Jj Plush, strode out of her office for the day. She could feel the gazes of her employees boring into her back, their jealousy and resentment palpable. It was Halloween, after all—a time when the power dynamics of the workplace were turned on their heads.

Portia took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she made her way towards the elevator. She was dressed to impress, clad in her husband's favorite little costume—a tight red number that hugged her curves. The thought of seeing his face light up when she walked into the party was enough to make her smile...until she remembered that she was still on the clock.

As the doors slid open, Portia's smile faded. There, waiting for her, was one of her disgruntled employees. His eyes were dark and cold, his expression unreadable. She knew immediately that something was wrong.

"Portia, it's time for you to learn a lesson," he said, his voice low and menacing. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the arm and forced her onto her husband's motorized scooter. The feeling of vulnerability was overwhelming, but she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at being taken down a peg.

The next few minutes were a blur of pain and panic. One moment, she was standing there in her sexy little costume, the next she was stripped down to her bare essentials—her wrists and ankles bound to pallet racking, a ball gag in her mouth, and a crotch rope cinching her in. It felt like a nightmare, but it was all too real.

As she lay there, bound and helpless, Portia couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her golden stiletto. It was one of her most prized possessions, a symbol of her power and dominance. Now, it was gone, taken by her own employee as a trophy of their twisted game.

Suddenly, the employee returned, his face hidden behind a red stocking mask. He pulled the ball gag from her mouth and replaced it with a thick, wadded rag, tying it tightly behind her head. Then, he wrapped her entire head in red electrical tape, leaving only her eyes exposed.

"This is for the theft," he hissed, his voice muffled by the mask. "And this is for your arrogance."

With that, he stepped back, surveying his handiwork. Portia couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even cry out for help. She was completely at his mercy, and he knew it.

Finally, he turned to leave, leaving her there, bound and gagged. As the elevator doors closed behind him, Portia felt the weight of her humiliation settle heavily upon her. She wouldn't be having a very happy Halloween, that much was clear.

But what she didn't know was that her employee had one last surprise in store for her. As she lay there, helpless and alone, he had secretly left her a note—a note that would change everything.

The words on the piece of paper were stark and chilling: "You'll never see me coming."

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