Monday morning, Liv trudged into the PEP S&M Office. She yawned—springing forward sucks, she thought. Coffee gurgled through the machine, and Liv filled her mug. As she sat down at her desk, she noticed that her little trash can was full—of saran wrap! Even the shiny, metallic box was in there.

What the fuck? Liv thought. Did someone have a crazy potluck in here this weekend?

Once the coffee traveled to Liv's brain, realization dawned upon her: the saran wrap had not been used for food; it had been used for bondage. Serious, intense, immoblizing, hot, sweaty bondage.

Liv tried to concentrate on her work—after all, she didn't want to earn Medora's wrath for not completing her daily tasks. But how could she focus with that heaped and twisted and coiled saran wrap winking at her? Teasing her? Her mind wandered ... traipsed back to her first week in the PEP S&M Office ...



That first week, Friday came slowly. Every day hit Liv with a new barrage of paperwork, phone calls to return, and systems to learn. By Friday, she knew she hadn't learned everything about how PEP operates, but she felt she had a handle on things. The S&M Office Girls, however, had other thoughts.

When you're done mailing out free S&M literature, Cricket said, come see me for your next assignment.

Medora and Sera nodded conspiratorially. As Liv approached Cricket's desk, the veteran office ladies positioned themselves on either side of the new charge.

Mistakes at PEP are not tolerated, Cricket told her. As the newest girl, you, and only you, pay for every mistake. You are our whipping girl, so to speak.

Liv trembled. Pay? Pay how? she wondered. She didn't have to wonder long. Medora and Sera stripped Liv on her clothing; upon noticing that she wore no panties, the ladies slapped her pussy. Liv was already wet, and now the scent of her excitment filled the office.

Kneel, Medora commanded. She covered Liv's eyes first, and then bound her wrists and ankles. Sera added a collar to their whipping girl, and she then pinched Liv's nipples.

Think about this the next time you make a mistake at work, Sera chided as she secured clamps onto Liv's hard nipples.

Liv was stuck, stuck between panic and pleasure, anxiety and arousal. She'd long fantasized about submitting to multiple sadistic—even cruel—and dominant women. And here she was, bent over, having her pussy slapped, her nipples tugged on, and hearing Cricket's low voice say, It's going to be a long day. 100 strokes before lunch ...

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Poor Liv. Monday morning, saran wrap in her trashcan ... she knew this coming Friday would be particularly rough, but who could blame her? Who could focus in such a situation? The girls will go easy on me this week, she told herself, if I just explain to them that all I could think about was being on top of the lunch table, saran wrapped into place, while they ate sushi off my breasts and hips and thighs ...

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