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DiP_1014 - Maximum Exposure: A Disciplinary Action
The performance review was a disaster from the start. Ivy Rain sat across the desk, radiating boredom, lazily twirling a lock of her dark hair while her boss, Hannah Shaw, laid into her about her lack of productivity. Hannah, looking sharp in a pink skirt and white top, was particularly incensed by Ivy's attire. She pointed a finger at Ivy’s white blouse, criticizing the plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. "It's unprofessional and distracting," Hannah snapped. But Ivy just laughed, leaning back and taunting her boss, suggesting that maybe Hannah was just jealous she couldn't pull it off. "If you've got it, flaunt it," Ivy sneered.
That was the wrong thing to say. Hannah decided that if Ivy wanted to show herself off so desperately, she would help her do it properly. Hannah moved with sudden, terrifying speed. She lunged across the desk, clapping a chemical-soaked cloth over the insolent employee's mouth. Ivy's eyes went wide, her lazy demeanor vanishing instantly as she slumped into unconsciousness.
With the office door locked, Hannah began the "restructuring." She dragged Ivy to the center of the floor and began to strip her. "Let's really show you off then," Hannah muttered. She peeled away the white blouse with the offending neckline, then yanked down the bright red pencil skirt. Ivy was left completely exposed, wearing nothing but a tiny red thong that matched her discarded skirt.
Hannah then produced a length of thick black strapping. She rolled the naked Ivy onto her stomach, wrenching her arms behind her back and binding her wrists tight. She moved to the ankles, lashing them together. To complete the display, she pulled the bound ankles up to the wrists, locking Ivy in a severe, humiliating hogtie that arched her back and put her entire body on show. Finally, a white cloth gag was tied brutally tight around her mouth. Hannah stood back, smoothing her pink skirt, looking down at the naked, bound, and gagged employee on the rug. Ivy wanted attention? She certainly had it now.
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The performance review was a disaster from the start. Ivy Rain sat across the desk, radiating boredom, lazily twirling a lock of her dark hair while her boss, Hannah Shaw, laid into her about her lack of productivity. Hannah, looking sharp in a pink skirt and white top, was particularly incensed by Ivy's attire. She pointed a finger at Ivy’s white blouse, criticizing the plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. "It's unprofessional and distracting," Hannah snapped. But Ivy just laughed, leaning back and taunting her boss, suggesting that maybe Hannah was just jealous she couldn't pull it off. "If you've got it, flaunt it," Ivy sneered.
That was the wrong thing to say. Hannah decided that if Ivy wanted to show herself off so desperately, she would help her do it properly. Hannah moved with sudden, terrifying speed. She lunged across the desk, clapping a chemical-soaked cloth over the insolent employee's mouth. Ivy's eyes went wide, her lazy demeanor vanishing instantly as she slumped into unconsciousness.
With the office door locked, Hannah began the "restructuring." She dragged Ivy to the center of the floor and began to strip her. "Let's really show you off then," Hannah muttered. She peeled away the white blouse with the offending neckline, then yanked down the bright red pencil skirt. Ivy was left completely exposed, wearing nothing but a tiny red thong that matched her discarded skirt.
Hannah then produced a length of thick black strapping. She rolled the naked Ivy onto her stomach, wrenching her arms behind her back and binding her wrists tight. She moved to the ankles, lashing them together. To complete the display, she pulled the bound ankles up to the wrists, locking Ivy in a severe, humiliating hogtie that arched her back and put her entire body on show. Finally, a white cloth gag was tied brutally tight around her mouth. Hannah stood back, smoothing her pink skirt, looking down at the naked, bound, and gagged employee on the rug. Ivy wanted attention? She certainly had it now.
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