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[Optional task: get naughty at work. Wear a butt plug for at least an hour at work. Go to a semi-public place, like a restroom or storage closet. Put on a pair of handcuffs and play with yourself. Do not orgasm. Now enjoy the story.]

Fudging Christopher! Her subordinate at work!

Katherine realized she was trying to cover herself with her hands. Suddenly she felt very exposed in her daring lingerie. She wasn’t an anonymous submissive having fun at a party. She was a boss, practically naked in front of her employee at a fetish event, and blindfolded and ballgagged to boot! She was mortified.

While Christopher was away, another man came up to her and tried his keys. He didn’t let her ballgag get in the way of their conversation and chatted amiably. Katherine was so thrown by Christopher’s presence that she didn’t even hear what he said and couldn’t remember anything about him.

“I’m back!” Christopher said. He toyed with the locks on her collar, testing his new key in them. “I forgot - you’re blindfolded. I’m Kit. You know,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper, “from Sweet Inn.”

She wanted to tell him that she knew that. She was keenly aware of that. She couldn’t think about anything else right now.

“You know, Kat - sorry, I should use one of the names on your tag. You know, babygirl, I’ve been crazy about you from the moment I first saw you. Of course that would have been wildly inappropriate to bring up in a job interview! Of course you have a beautiful body. You turn heads everywhere you go. But I also liked your passion. How talented and hard-working you are. And yes, your delicious dark chocolate body. I want to own you. I want to control you. And if I do, there are going to be some changes. No more baggy slacks. Tight blouses with a few too many buttons open. Tight, short business skirts. Stockings. High heels. And, heh - now I know you have some sexy lingerie to wear underneath. Ugh, I better pay for another key and try again. You only have two locks left available.” He left again.

Wait, he what? He had been crazy about her that entire time? And he wanted her to dress sexy at work? In fact, he would make her dress sexy at work. If he had half a chance, he would control what she wore. She would only be allowed to wear what pleased him. He would make her always show off her body like some kind of cheap slut! Who did he think she was? She was his boss! She was the manager of the Sweet Inn’s main location! She had duties and a reputation!

Another man came over. She was so lost in her thoughts that she hardly noticed when he opened a lock. He wrapped the open padded cuff around her ankle and locked it shut. Well, at least she was finally getting some bondage play out of this evening.

Christopher came back. “Only one lock left? Yikes! I may need to pick up the pace. And there’s so much for us to discuss. If I own you, you’re going to call me Kit like everyone else does. And you are going to go by Kat, not Katherine. You’re even going to get a new name tag for that. Hold on, I’ll pay for another key.”

Another man stopped by briefly, without conversation, just to try her last lock. What if someone else matched her lock? With no more locks left, Christopher - or, fine, Kit - would have no chance to win her for the evening. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“I’m back! As I was saying. If I win you for the evening, we’re going to have a lot of fun. I fully intend to make use of EVERY activity on your ‘on our date, do this to me’ list. How can I resist the chance to tie up and play with the most beautiful woman in the city of Hershey? Time to get another key - these are starting to get expensive.”

Nobody else visited Kat before Kit returned with another key. “Paying to have that invitation sent to you wasn’t cheap, but it was worth it. I’ve been saving up for tonight. Do you know how crazy you make me? How upset I get when other customers flirt with you? I want you. You should be mine, and no one else’s. You don’t know how often I’ve dreamed of grabbing you by the hair, bending you over your desk, and pounding you hard. And if I own you, that’s what I’m going to do. Why do you think I take so many night shifts? It’s because you work late. I love it when it’s just the two of us late at night. I keep thinking about you in your office and all the dirty, kinky things I want to do to you. Hold on, I’m going to pay for another key.”

“I’m back. As I was saying. If I own you, I’m going to have fun with you. Sometimes I’ll make you wear a butt plug to work. You’ll feel so full. You’ll feel awkward as you walk. But only the two of us will know. Perhaps I’ll even-oh! Fudging finally!”

Kat’s last lock clicked open and her mouth went dry. Kit pulled her arms behind her back. “I have something special for you, Kat. I paid extra for this, as you deserve better than the most basic gear. It’s a, a, Whatchamacallit… an armbinder, that’s it!” He put her arms together and pulled what felt like some kind of leather sleeve over them. He tightened some straps, pulling her elbows together.

The armbinder challenged Kat’s flexibility and made her breasts feel even more emphasized, as if she were putting them out on a silver platter for the viewing pleasure of the men around her. She moaned softly into her gag.

“Sorry, is that too tight?” Kat shook her head. “Ok, great. Let me just add my owner’s mark here… and let’s secure this…” there was the soft click of a padlock. “And you’re done! No free padlocks. Nothing for us to do until the slave raffle except to talk.” Kat muttered something inaudibly into her gag, and Kit laughed. “Fine. I’ll do the talking. Let’s talk more about what’s going to happen. If I win you, I’m going to enjoy you to the fullest. I’m going to walk my chocolate bimbo on a leash all around the party and show her off. I’m going to take my sexy Swiss Miss over my lap and spank her hard for being a naughty perverted boss. I’m going to enjoy fondling you through those little lacy panties of yours until you beg for an orgasm. And you better believe I’m going to make the most of the bondage facilities around here. I’m going to lock you in a pillory and paddle your beautiful, bouncy butt. I’m going to chain you up on tiptoe and massage and spank those tantalizing tits of yours. And I’m going to have you suck me off while on your knees, in this very armbinder. You’re going to swallow your employee’s sperm, without missing a drop.”

Kat shivered. This was a side of Kit she had never seen before. He’d typically just been quietly competent before. She had chalked that up to him being a little older than the other front desk agents. To think that all this time he had been having perverted, kinky fantasies - about her!

“And then after tonight… it’s up to you. Up to what you wear to work tomorrow. I’m being completely honest here. No Twix, just treats. If you wear your normal frumpy outfit, I’ll know that you just want tonight to be one night. I won’t bring it up again. But… if you dress the way I want you to dress… tight, sexy, feminine clothing… I’ll know you’re mine. I’ll know that what you want more than anything is to be my submissive plaything. And I’ll take charge. Secretly. Sometimes I’ll bang you in a storage closet. Or reach under the counter and slip my fingers in your miniskirt to make sure you’re wearing suitably sexy panties. On slow nights when it’s just us working, I’ll often have you hogtied in your office or tied spreadeagled in an empty hotel room, waiting for me to have my way with you. I’ll just use your card and code to take care of everything while you are… indisposed. You will be my sex slave, and nobody will ever know but us. Every night I will-”

He stopped as the announcer’s voice rang out, telling the dominants to all retire to the other room for a short break.

“I hope to finish this conversation later, babygirl,” he told her, then left.

Kat moaned softly and wriggled in her bondage. She was still on full display in her embarrassingly revealing lingerie. Her ankles shackled together. Her arms bound tight behind her back in the armbinder. Still blindfolded and gagged.

It actually felt… nice. She hadn’t been bound this securely in a long time.

She relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the bondage for a few minutes until a volunteer came around. She unlocked the padlocks with a master lock and handed Kat a water bottle, which she took gratefully. “Hope you’re having fun, ah, Swiss Miss! Are there any owner’s marks you want me to exclude?” The volunteer gestured with a small bag.

“The bad breath man - I mean, the one from my ballgag.”

“Sure thing, hon.” The volunteer grabbed one of the plastic tokens and put it in a larger bag in her belt. “Any others?”

Kat sipped the water and carefully considered the four remaining owner’s marks. By the blindfold was Murrie’s, the young kid. By the ankle cuffs were two owner’s marks for two other guy’s - they hardly stood out in her memory. Of course, being blindfolded hadn’t helped with that. Next to the armbinder was Kit’s owner’s mark. It wasn’t one of the cheap plastic tokens people could get at the event for free. It was a metal heart-shaped tag, suitable for a collar. Engraving proudly spelled out “KIT’S KAT”

Wow, he really was obsessed with her and only her, wasn’t he? Everyone was supposed to come to this event open to being matched to someone unexpected.

She wouldn’t deny he had said some dirty things that thrilled her in a way she hadn’t been for a long time. But those were wildly inappropriate things to say to someone you weren’t in a relationship with, especially your boss! He’d always had a tendency to overstep his authority at work, but now he wanted… authority over her.

If she got involved with him and corporate found out, her career would be ruined faster than a chocolate bar on a sidewalk in August. The responsible thing to do would be to transfer him to a different Sweet Inn location. Or fire him. Get him out of her workplace. As for tonight, she could forget about him and just see which of the three other men would get to claim her for the night. There was a thrill in not knowing who would be matched with her.

Or she could leave his owner’s mark in… he’d have the same chance as any of the three other men. But that would be wildly irresponsible of her.

“Do you want to exclude any others?” the volunteer prompted again.

Kat sighed, forcing down the butterflies in her stomach. Time to handle this like a boss. “Yes. Yes I do.”

* * *

“Next up, Swiss Miss!”

Finally! Kat felt like she had been waiting forever. Kat eagerly went along with the pull of the leash as a volunteer led her onto the stage.

The girls were, for the most part, in whatever bondage they had been in earlier. Adjustments were made to allow them to walk, and to accommodate for their preferences. So Kat was back in her armbinder. She kind of liked the way it felt. Her ankle cuffs were back on, but this time with a connecting chain long enough for her to take short steps. Even her ballgag was back in place. As shy as she was, she thought that would make things easier tonight. But she insisted on having the blindfold removed. She just had to see what would happen next.

The volunteer handed her leash and owner’s mark pouch to the emcee. He glanced into the bag, but maintained a complete poker face, having no reaction to there being fewer than the normal five owner’s marks. Kat guessed many of the other girls had chosen to remove some of theirs. The emcee made a big show of rummaging in the pouch. “One randomly selected dom will own our lovely Swiss Miss for the night! And the lucky winner is…”

Everyone watched in silent expectation. The other girls on leashes waiting for their turns on the stage. The doms in the audience. The girls that were already with their randomly matched owners. The emcee let the silence drag on for a suspenseful moment, then held up the owner’s mark, shining in the spotlight. “KIT!”

The audience clapped politely and Kit pumped his fist into the air, letting out a relieved and exuberant shout before running up to the stage. He was grinning ear to ear as he took the leash from the emcee.

Kat was likewise grinning around her gag. She resolved to never tell Kit that his had been the only token in the pouch.

He was going to get her into so much truffle at work, and she was melting with anticipation.