Carole

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, DomSub, MaleDom, Light Bond, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: Carole thinks she can handle whatever Keith can dish out. Keith is more than willing to put her to the test!

Please note that I am NOT the Author of this story. It was found on a CD I recently acquired at a garage sale, and is but one of the many stories found there that I will edit for spelling and grammar as best I can, and post here for your enjoyment. If you are the author, please contact me.


Chapter 1

"How did I get myself into this mess?" Carole asked herself. She tested the rope again that held her wrists together. Even the ropes that secured them behind her head and to the chair back wouldn't give a fraction of an inch. The ropes that bound her ankles and legs together didn't give either, and her legs tied to the support bar of the chair kept her feet immobile. Other than moving her head, she was completely immobile.

"If I hadn't been so damn arrogant and stubborn, I wouldn't be here. Me and my big mouth." That problem was solved by the wadded cloth in her mouth and the wide black tape over her lips. "I hope he didn't leave or something." she thought to herself. "It must be past six o'clock now."

The fact was, on Friday's, nobody stays much past five, especially the warehouse crew. Except for herself and her captor, Keith, the building was empty. Even if someone was in the building, the gag prevented anyone from hearing her make her muffled grunts and groans.

"This is hopeless!" She thought to herself. "He's got me tied so tight, I can't move at all. Man, does he tie tight knot's. I can't even reach any important ones. I guess I just got to wait for him to come back. I hope it's soon. My arms are getting tired."

She began to review how she wound up like this. It seemed simple enough, but what a strange result happened.

Earlier that morning, she went down to the warehouse with a stack of orders that needed to get out today. When she gave them to Keith, he was less than thrilled.

"Why does everybody wait till Friday to get their order's out?" he grumbled loudly. "Good luck filling all these by five o'clock."

"What's the matter?" she teased. "Can't you boys handle it?"

"Hey, we can handle anything, anytime." Keith was in no mode for jokes or teasing. "A lot more that you soft office people type."

"I can handle anything that comes my way, a lot more than you," she snipped.

Keith was just in the right mood for a smart remark like that. "You think so, huh? More than I can give you?" he questioned.

"Of course. Lots more." she responded, never expecting him to call her bluff. She turned to walk away when he asked the question.

Keith gave her a challenging look and said, "Want to put it to the test, or are you just all talk?"

Now she was stuck. If she didn't respond, maybe she could just pretend she didn't hear him and just keep going.

No, there's no way she could pull that off. He said it loud and clear. That would just as bad as saying no. With that option, he would consider her a fake and a big mouth. Maybe, he was bluffing.

"Anytime you want." she said. Maybe he might back down. Instead, he stepped from behind his desk and over to her.

"Then come down after work and we'll put it to the test." he said quietly, but with a straight face.

"We'll see." she said as she turned on her heel and walked away.

Throughout the day, she wondered what was going to happen that night. She had to go down, her stubborn pride wouldn't let her just forget it and go home without finishing the challenge.

She came to the conclusion that this was going to be just a bad attempt to get into her panties. That would be easy enough to get out of. Just say no. He can't refuse that. Best of all, it's not a challenge, but just a pass, and a bad one at that.

The day wore on until it was finally five o'clock. The other office people took off like it was a race. Carole waited a few minutes, waiting for the office to clear. She grabbed her purse and headed down. "I'll just go down and get this over with." she thought as she walked down the steps. "Shouldn't take more than a few minutes."

When she got down to the warehouse, the place seemed empty, with only a few fixtures lighting the place. She went over to Keith's desk. He was still there, waiting.

"About time." he said looking up from his paper work.

"Don't you like waiting?" she replied.

"Actually, I'm surprised you came at all. I figured you'd duck out, or at least bring someone with you."

"I can take care of myself, thank you." she responded coldly.

"Oooh, well aren't we tough. We'll see about that." Keith said as he put his pencil down.

"Look, if this is some lame brain attempt to screw me, you can just forget it. I'm not easy or cheap."

"Don't worry. It's not as simple as that." he responded. "This is a test of your endurance, how much you can handle, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." she said, putting on her tough act again. "And it still goes. Anything you can give out."

"Then let's find out." he said as he opened the bottom drawer of his desk. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Keith said as he motioned to the chair in front of the desk.

Carole sat down and placed her purse beside the chair. Keith pulled several coils of rope out from the drawer. Carole didn't see what it was at first. She realized it when he came out from behind the desk with his cords.

"What the hell is that?" she questioned, becoming a little uncomfortable.

"This is rope." he replied. "Ever see it before?"

"Of course I have. I mean, what are you doing with it?"

"I going to tie you up." he said very simply.

"What do you mean, tie me up! What the hell..." she stammered.

"Hey, you're the one who said you could take anything. Are you changing your mind?" he said showing her the bundle.

"No, but I didn't think you meant this. I was expecting, um..."

"What were you expecting? A quick fuck on the floor? Please give me more credit for imagination than that!"

"Yeah; well; I never agreed to, to this."

"What you agreed was to handle anything I can give out. Well honey, this," he said holding up the rope, "is what I'm giving you. Can't you handle it?"

Now Carole was really stuck. It was put up or shut up time. Damned if he couldn't be so cleaver. But damned also if he was going to get the better of her without at least putting up some kind of challenge.

"I can handle it." she said proudly.

"Fine." he said with a smile. "Then let's get started. Give me your wrists, please."

She looked him square in the eyes defiantly for a moment before offering up her hands.

"Cross them at the wrists, one on top of the other."

She did as he requested, placing her right hand over her left. In a flash, he had tightly wound the rope and crisscrossed her wrists before knotting the ends. After the binding, she drop her hands into her lap.

"How's that?" he said.

"That's it?" she replied, "I'll be free in a moment. Man, you stink at this."

"Glad to hear you think that way. Thanks for giving me the green light to continue."

Tricked again my his cleverness. She could have kicked herself.

Next, he took more rope and looped it around her wrist ropes. Then, stepping behind her, he pulled her hands up and behind her head, securing the ends to the back of the chair.

"That ought to keep those out of the way." he said.

"Maybe, maybe not." she replied.

He took up more rope. "Place your feet together, flat on the floor, so your toes and your heels are together. Press your knees and thighs together."

She complied. Keith knelt at her feet and wound rope around her ankles. He pulled the cord tight, pulling her ankles together. He took the ends and cinched the middle of the ropes, hobbling her feet completely. He picked up another rope, looped it around her ankle rope, then tied the ends to the leg supports of the chair. The end result was her feet were immobilized.

"How am I doing now?" Keith asked.

"Oh, I guess a little better." Carole replied. Fact was, she knew she was in trouble.

"Well, let me finish then." Keith answered.

"What, he's not done yet?" Carole thought to herself. "What more can he do. I can't go anywhere. I'm helpless."

She wished she didn't find out. Keith pulled out a cloth and showed it to Carole. "Know what it's for?"

"Oh no you don't... mmpph."

"Oh yes I do." he said as he placed the cloth between lips. Carole pushed it out of her mouth with her tongue. Keith picked it up and put his face in hers.

"Don't do that again." he sternly said.

Carole realized she better do what he says.

"Open your mouth!" he commanded. Carole did and the cloth went back in.

Keith turned around and went back to his desk. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a roll of black duct tape. He came back over to her, pulled a eight inch strip off the roll and placed it over her lips.

"That'll hold it in place now." he said triumph. "Now, what else can I do?"

"What else is there to do?" she thought. "What else can you do?"

"Ah, I know." he said as he grabbed a rope and knelt in front of her. He slowly slid her skirt up her legs, revealing her thighs.

Carole wore a black, below the knee skirt that day. Along with a white long sleeve blouse, tan pantyhose and black, three inch high heels. Now Keith was turning her skirt into an above the knee outfit.

"Mmph! Mmmuuuumph, mmphh!" she grunted, wanting to say "What are you doing? Cut it out!"

"Oh, don't worry." he responded. "You have nice legs anyway. You should wear shorter skirts and show them off more."

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