Professional Attire = Bondage Gear?


Tighten that tie, boy
          Yeah, stand up real straight
          ...you better not slouch...

Tailored to perfection
...Your suit is your new spine...
          Shoulders pinned back
          Chin eternally uplifted
          Lose yourself in your Masters' precision
          ...and you'll be greatly rewarded

Stand less than erect
     ...Arrive in garments less than crisp
          .....Allow your whites to become eggshell

...and you will be severely reprimanded...

     At work the other day, I was sitting at my desk when a familiar feeling began to spread across my body.  Sitting perfectly upright, my mind began to replay his coarse voice in my ear, "Stand up straight, boy."  My senses revisited his calloused hand gripping my throat. 

His authority...
My restraint...
The power exchange aroused me on a myriad of levels.

Typing data into my marketing spreadsheet,
My tie was a bit too tight for comfort...the way I like it.

     Flashing back to a scene that involved posture bars, muzzles and arm restraints, I felt a strange similarity within my work clothes.  Due to the tailoring of my suits, I must keep my diagphram empty, stomach in and chest out.  These shoes are only uncomfortable if I step out of line. 
     Punching me in the chest, he barked, "You need this!"  Pinching my nipples with his fingers, he pressed his lips to mine for a brief moment, "You wouldn't have the discipline alone, you need pressure."  He's right.  My blood moves better when it's mixed with a little fear.
     When they came up with professional attire, did they use the pricipals of restriction and discipline?  When they designed the neck tie, did they consider the way it makes you stand differently.  I'm starting to think so.  These cuff links keeps me from resting my wrists on the table.  This suit jacket keep my eyes front and center.  These slacks make my bulge beautiful...

     I can feel him grabbing my crotch too tight for comfort...the way I like it.
"This is what you want."
"You'll endure the name calling...the correction...the punishment,"
"All for the promise of this."
Feeling the warmth of his touch, I understood what he meant. 







6 comments:

TICKLEBEAR said...

SO-RIGHT-UP-MY-ALLEY!!!
i used to have a white collar job, and men from other office towers came over to my workplace to have some fun...
yeah, it had that kind of reputation...
think of it:
only meters away from the security office, and having great sex and...
never got busted!!!!!
and looking quite proper,
in our designer suits...
well,
in my case...
:D~
HUGZ

Forbidden Light said...

@Mr. Bear: That's sound SOOO HOT! Wanton office sex...Are you serious?

You have to write about that, I want to hear more...I have such a thing for filthy professionalism...

TICKLEBEAR said...

there are more than you can imagine.
as for writing about it? perhaps...one day.
:D~
HUGZ

Forbidden Light said...

@Mr. Bear: I'd love to feature it on my blog! I think you've developed a well-rounded perpective and a well-traveled sexuality...Sleep on it...

TICKLEBEAR said...

i don't write prose like you do though. and being a second language, i'm not as subtle either. well, i'm not subtle, period!! in any language or at any time.
:D~

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