A whole day in one go. Phone calls, meetings, emails, purchases worth millions, sales to partners, logistics of trucks that got stuck somewhere in a blizzard... And on top of that, interviews with job applicants. Everyone is talking about how they want to work for a prestigious company and bring innovative ideas. At the same time, we produce packaging materials like adhesive tapes, and you can't come up with anything innovative there. In addition, we are looking for people for the belt, specifically an extruder.

Just when I think that all the applicants have been received and I will be able to go home - like all the employees two hours ago -, to the bath, to bed..., a tall, handsome guy rushes into my office. He is well-built, young, casually dressed, with a large bag slung over his shoulder.

"Excuse me, the train was delayed due to the ice -"

"To the point," I interrupt him. "Don't give me the nonsense, why would you want to work here."

He takes off his jacket and sits down opposite me.

“I don’t have much experience, I’ve tried everything for fun.” How you can do extrusion for fun, I don’t understand. “But I’m creative.”

“Yeah, that’s what we need right now,” I say, annoyed. “What do you know about duct tape?”

To my surprise, he rummages through his bag and pulls out a few boxes. He grabs a pink one labeled Bondage Tape.

“This one has the advantage that it’s very strong. Plus, it doesn’t leave glue everywhere and it doesn’t do that unpleasant hair removal, you know.”

“Hair removal?!”

“I’ll show you,” he stands up and shamelessly walks around my desk, pulls up a chair, and sits down opposite me. He takes off my bracelet and watch. I’m so taken aback that I can’t even say a word. Is he trying to rob me?

No, he puts everything on the table, and before I know it, he’s wrapping the tape around my wrist. To himself. Damn, what kind of person is he?!

“Try to relax,” he urges me.

I try, he’s barely started.

“See? It won’t loosen.” He unwraps it. “And it doesn’t hurt when it comes off. That’s why it’s good for your mouth, too.”

Before I can protest, he’s taped it on me. He looks at me like I’m a holy picture and stands up. I tear the tape off my lips a little angrily. It really doesn’t hurt.

“But I prefer gags in this case.” He takes them out of his bag and desecrates my work desk. “For a naughty bitch,” he jokes about the model who has a dog bone instead of a ball. “And this one!” A gag with a ring, but a plug like a sink hangs from the chain. “If I don’t want it to be heard, I just plug it in. Do you want to try it? Don’t worry, I have everything new, unused.”

No, I definitely don’t!

I nod awkwardly.

Why did I do it? I guess curiosity got the better of me.

“But you’re here for the duct tape!” I add in vain.

She stands behind me and gently puts the gag on me. Her hands are so soft. And I can already feel a strange excitement.

She goes back to her bag. “I know about duct tape, so I’ll show you another one. This one,” she pulls out a black one with Liebe Seele written on it, “uses no glue at all, it sticks to itself.” She sits down opposite me and wraps it around my wrist again. I don’t know why it excites me so much. I’ve been managing everything all day, I’m responsible for everything, but now I can turn my head off because I can’t do anything and suddenly someone else is managing everything.

“Now that you’re gagged, you can’t say the safe word, so it’s done by squeezing.”

“Fo?” I say, biting deeper into the ring. It’s nice, it reassures me that I don’t have to talk at all. Such a relief after a long day.

“Once,” he gives my hands a quick squeeze as a demonstration, which he still holds in his, “means YES, I like it.” He squeezes me twice in quick succession. “That means NO, I don’t like this that much. And three times: STOP IT NOW!”

He looks into my eyes. His brown irises have formed a faint line around his dilated pupils. He likes it.

I don’t know if I like it either. My wrists are taped and my mouth is gagged. I’m salivating, it’s embarrassing!

He notices her. Instead of looking offended, he looks excited and licks my saliva. He keeps his face close to mine. He inserts his tongue through the silicone ring that doesn't allow me to close my mouth. Mine meets his. The strangest kiss I've ever experienced, but all the more exciting.

Now I have to squeeze him three times, I tell myself. Three times in a row. It can't go any further, damn it.

I squeeze his fingers once.

I like it. I'm in the power of a complete stranger and I've just given him permission to do whatever he wants with me.

He doesn't stop kissing me, but he's already unbuttoning my jacket, my blouse, his hands caressing my body and I melt. It's as if I've been made of ice until now and now the first rays of spring sun are falling on me.

He throws my bound hands around his neck. He grabs my hand as he does so. I guess I should give him a sign now to see if it's okay. I squeeze him once.

He gets up. I'm literally hanging by his neck. He sits me down on the desk, stacks of documents falling. They're stolen from me, I'm incredibly excited.

He only lifts my bra, but pulls my jacket and blouse off my shoulders, creating another handcuff. I'm like in a straitjacket. He kisses my neck, my nape, travels lower, to my collarbone, to my breast. He bites my nipple gently, then the other. I feel wet underneath me. I want it!

But he is gentle and slow. He kisses and caresses me. He makes me tense, it's unbearable.

He heads up with kisses until our tongues meet again through the silicone ring. He holds my hands as he does so, so I can give a sign if I don't like it.

Is there a sign for him to fuck me properly?

I squeeze once, but firmly.

I think he understood, judging by his wide smile. He grabs another roll of tape. He turns me around sharply. He spreads my legs and sticks one ankle to the leg of the table. Then the other ankle. He lifts my skirt and pulls down my panties. Now he has to see how I flow. My penis is throbbing, he's licking my lower abdomen, I can barely breathe and I want it so badly!

He presses me against the tabletop. I lie among the diaries, completely subdued and defenseless, surrendered to a stranger… To my delight, he reaches into his bag, which I have a few centimeters from my face, for a condom.

I raise my pelvis as much as my restraints will allow, goosebumps all over my body and I expect penetration.

It’s hard, rough and very deep. But I was so wet with excitement that his log went into my guts like nothing.

“Aaah,” I cry out when he thrusts hard for the first time.

He lays on top of me and feels my palm, which is under me. I squeeze once and firmly. Don’t let him bother me and fiddle with it.

He thrusts.

“Aaah!”

He plugs the gag with the plug that has been flailing around in my throat so far.

He thrusts.

“Mmmh,” I can hear, even though I’m screaming with pleasure perhaps even louder than before.

He starts. He fucks me hard. Yes! I get what I wanted so badly, I didn't even know it. He brought a lot of toys, but now I'm his toy. I don't have to think about anything, everything is in his hands. And the cock.

Orgasm is approaching. My pussy is throbbing from all sides, gripping his cue as he pushes me all the way in. I hold my breath to prepare for the explosion of pleasure, but...

More than once he stops. He pulls it out and stops touching me.

"Mmmchm!" I protest in vain. Irritated. I almost came, but he tricked me like this! I'm pissed! "Mmmchm!" I get angry.

He reaches for his bag again, so he presses me onto the table. From it he takes out... A unicorn horn. Oh, shit! He turns me on here, fucks me for a while, and when I'm almost there, he pulls this out? Such stupidity? What?

Now I press three times, I decide. I'm not in the mood for bullshit. But he completely skips the palm touch. I flinch so he understands that I don't like it anymore, but...

He slaps my ass. Then the other half. A strange guy burst into my office, fucks me - not enough - and now he's beating me? This is so exciting. I want more!

I squirm and get two more slaps on my ass. I'm dripping again.

He enters me. But something is different. It's not his dick, but definitely that colorful silicone thing. He drives it back and forth, but not as deep. I mutter in dissatisfaction. I hear malicious laughter behind me. Is he torturing me like this on purpose?

And suddenly…

His huge dick goes into my cunt, all the way to the end. But at the same time, that strange dildo goes into my anus.

“Ahmmm!” I scream through the gag in excitement.

He slowly pulls out the dick and the dildo.

He thrusts in, hard and with both of them. The dildo follows his movements as if he had a second dick. He thrusts in. Hard, hard, fast… Now this is something. I get loaded twice as much as a moment ago, my whole bottom throbs – both cunt and ass. I can’t take it anymore.

“Yuuuch!” I scream through the gag. I’ve probably never had such a strong orgasm. I twitch in spasms, an amazing feeling floods me.

He strokes my back. My ass. But he’s still inside – like a mysterious stranger, like a unicorn’s horn. I have to crush him completely with the strong contractions of my vagina. I’m in seventh heaven myself. Such pleasure!

But when the minute-long orgasm wears off, he and the dildo start moving again. He doesn't thrust as hard anymore, more gently, but it doesn't take long for another climax to flood me. He stiffens. I hear a soft sigh from him, as if he's trying to keep it as quiet as possible. He climaxes at the same time as my overwhelming orgasm.

Then he lays on top of me. He strokes me. We both gasp.

He takes the scissors from the overturned cup. He frees my hands first, then my ankles. I am shaken and so pleasantly weak. He holds me as if my knees are about to give out - which is not so far from the truth -, gently lays me on the carpet and lies down next to me. He stops stroking me so that he can tie a knot in the full condom and remove the gag. I suddenly miss him, even though my hips are already cramping. It was so nice not to be able to speak after the whole crazy day.

“Now it will look like I want to get this job over the bed,” he blurts out breathlessly.

I nod. In this endless pleasure, I completely forgot that we are in vain looking for a capable extruder and that our production is stalled, which personally costs me endless phone calls and explanations.

“Why did you take so many… tricks for the interview?”

He smiles nicely. Embarrassed.

“I didn’t plan on it. I didn’t even know there was a woman in charge here.”

“Well, you haven’t found out much about our company,” I say to him.

“Since the train was late, I ran across the station to do some shopping at the sex shop.”

“So it was supposed to be for your… girlfriend?” I guess.

“More like for me,” he admits reluctantly. “I’m single. But my passion for duct tape isn’t going to go away.”

“Then you’re probably the best candidate. The others knew shit about the tapes.”