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      Debbie stared at the screen in utter shock, terror washed over her. She could
scarcely believe what she was looking at.
      The picture in front of her showed a naked woman suspended from the ceiling, hers
arms were stretch high above her, her wrists tied by straps and chained to a hoist. Ropes
had been tied around her body, above and below her large firm breasts and made a V shape
through her cleavage to wrap around her neck. She supported herself precariously on one
leg like a crane; the other leg had been tied at the ankle and raised behind her back
leaving her shaved pussy on full display. She had a very beautiful face under long black
hair and a leather bit in her mouth to stifle her tortured moans from the pain that was
being inflicted upon her.
      The pain was coming from several sources. There were clamps attached to her both of
her nipples, and the clamps were joined by a chain with a heavy looking weight pulling it
down, stretching the woman’s already agonised looking tits and adding to their torture.
There were splashes of wax all over her breasts and stomach - hot wax, Debbie surmised,
from the burning candle that sat on a table to the side. But the bound and gagged woman’s
main source of torment came from something else. It came from a man who stood to the side
flaying her back with a whip.
      Debbie was captivated by the image. At first she was fearful when it appeared on
the screen, afraid she may be caught looking at pornography, looking at a scene of sexual
depravity during working hours... in her boss’s office for heaven’s sake. She would be
sacked on the spot and branded a pervert of the most degenerate type.
      But once the initial shock had passed, Debbie knew that discovery was highly
unlikely – it was after five o’clock on a Friday and most of the staff would have left the
office and be down the local pub by now. And those that might still be around would never
dare enter Simon Mathews’s office without knocking first – only Debbie was allowed in
here.
      So after a few minutes Debbie managed to relax and looked at the picture before
her; confusion was swirling around her brain, and hormones were swirling around her loins
turning her pussy incredibly wet.
      How had this come about?
      And why was she feeling so aroused?
      Debbie McFarlane had not purposely gone looking for pornographic material on her
boss’s laptop. The thought would never have crossed her mind.
      Well, that’s not strictly true – Debbie was so enamoured and intrigued by Simon
Mathews she was fascinated to know what went on in Simon’s life outside of the office. But
tempting as it may have been, Debbie would not dare invade the privacy of her boss and go
randomly searching for personal things. Yet she had still managed to uncover this folder
and the extensive range of material it held. She had still opened it; and that was a crime
against the man she adored – Debbie was appalled at her behaviour.
      But it was by accident that Debbie had found it. She had gone into Simon’s office
and logged onto his laptop purely with the intension of accessing the ‘Bond’ file and
copying it onto her pen drive. She would then take it home and do the work at her leisure
over the weekend. She had made a simple search for ‘Bond’ then a few moments later the
results were shown – two folders. That narrowed thing down a lot!
      Debbie had looked at the names before her – ‘Bond’ was obvious and undoubtedly the
correct result – that was the folder Debbie was meant to find – or so she naturally
assumed. But there was another name beside it that made Debbie stare in wide mouthed
surprise – 
      ‘BONDAGE’
      Her heart raced when she saw it. What should she do?
      Debbie knew the answer – copy the ‘Bond’ folder and close down the computer – leave
and never mention she had seen anything else. 
      But she wanted to look inside – the name in bold letters was calling to her. 
      Of course there could be nothing to it – it may just be another project that Simon
was working on that he had jokingly named – something to have a laugh about with his
colleagues in the pub. But that wasn’t in keeping with the Simon Mathews Debbie thought
that she knew – Simon took his work far too seriously for that sort of larking about;
Debbie was sure this was something else – something private – something very private
indeed.
      Debbie knew it was wrong, but she so wanted to have an understanding of what her
hero and mentor was about – take a glimpse into another world where Simon dwelled. She so
wanted to satisfy her curiosity; and perhaps, if the material was so disgusting –
revolting Debbie with its perversity – the illusion of aloof perfection that Debbie held
for this man might be shattered, and Debbie could get Simon Mathews into perspective and
get on with her sorry life.
      The cursor hovered over the folder and Debbie’s finger hovered over the mouse – her
heart fluttered in her mouth – daring herself to click.
      ‘But it could be a trap!’ thought Debbie.
      Perhaps this was a test. Could Debbie be trusted? If she opened the folder would an
alarm be set off and would Simon Mathews suddenly appear to send Debbie packing in
disgrace?
      Was this the final test in the three month trial?
      Perhaps.
      Or perhaps not.
      On impulse Debbie threw caution to the wind and double clicked on the folder.
      And there they were, more shocking than Debbie could possibly have expected. And
there was nothing innocuous about any of the content – it was pure and utter filth. Spread
over her screen was a variety of small thumbnails depicting images of women and men. Each
was different, although some featured the same people, but all had one theme in common.
They were photographs of women tied and bound using a range of different equipment, with
men tormenting their bodies with all manner of evil looking tools.
      Debbie clicked on the first one.
      And that was the one she now looked at with juice seeping out of her cunt - a cunt
that she fingered through the material of her panties, pressing the wet fabric into her
lips and pleasuring her clit. The image excited her so much.
      Why?
      Debbie wasn’t sure – it was all so new to her. She had certainly never imagined
herself in such a scenario; bound and gagged and being flayed with a whip. If it had been
suggested to her she would have shied away, terrified of such depravity. How could anyone
enjoy inflicting pain? How could anyone get off on having pain inflicted on them? Debbie’s
brain couldn’t fathom it out; although her pussy seemed to understand – it was throbbing
and oozing more juice than she had ever known it to do. Unconsciously, Debbie rubbed her
clit a little harder. 
      Debbie felt confused at her obvious arousal. She felt confused because it looked so
wrong, because it looked sinful; and because nothing had ever excited her as much.
      But was it possible to take pleasure from such an act? Or was the pleasure only in
the viewing?
      The man in the picture was clearly getting his kicks, his face had a lusty
self-satisfied leer, and the swell in his leather trousers was of an unmistakably hard
cock. He was certainly having fun as he lashed the tethered woman. 
      But was she? 
      Her level of arousal was more difficult to gauge from the photograph – with men it
was so easy to see – women could more easily hide their arousal... and fake their sexual
excitement – Debbie knew all about faking a climax. There was no obvious moistness around
the bound woman’s pussy; no swollen clit to give it away. The only clue was on her face -
the expression on her beautiful face – ecstasy sat there as well as agony: a level of
ecstasy that Debbie had never known.
      For a second Debbie closed her eyes and tried to imagine such joy, such sexual
fulfilment so beyond her own experiences - beyond her wildest dreams.
      She felt the ache in her arms as they were stretched above her; she felt the agony
on her nipples as they were squashed by the clamps; she felt the scalding of the wax as it
splashed across her breasts; and she felt the lash cutting into the skin of her back.
      “Oh! Ohh! OHHHH!!!” she cried.
      Then Debbie’s legs were twitching; they convulsively opened and closed; her pussy
pulsated as she rubbed her clit, her whole body was an explosion of firing orgasm as she
came and came and came. 
      For a few moments Debbie was lost in her climax as physical pleasure washed over
her body adding to the joys she had imagined. Then suddenly panic engulfed her. She opened
her eyes and looked frantically around for any sign that she might have been seen.
      Nothing.
      Hastily, with all the guilt of a thief, Debbie inserted her pen drive into the
computer port and took a copy of what she needed for the weekend. A copy of ‘Bond’ which
she was sure she would work on; it was unthinkable that she wouldn’t do the necessary
research... Simon had asked her to do it!
      But Simon had also said to have some fun over the weekend, and Debbie would do
whatever Simon told her; so she took a copy of ‘BONDAGE’ as well – that was something else
she wanted to research!