The Interview (??/M)

Postby FuzzySocks19 » Sun Apr 23, 2017 11:02 am

As I walk side-by-side my reflection in the shop windows, my heart bursting inside my chest, I wonder, "Will I be good enough?"

I glance at my reflection to bolster my confidence. Gray suit, styled hair, chiseled face, and bright blue eyes and stare back at me. For a moment I think, "I'm too good," but then I realize that perhaps that's the reason I'm so nervous. This may be my last chance.

Before I left college, I had convinced myself that i was too good. Easy-living would come naturally to me. High-paying employers would most certainly throw important positions and benefits at me, and I would play it cool, play hard-to-get, because all that was below me, and they would have to do better than that to get me.

But now here I am, at the end of my dreams, wondering if I just might barely be good enough. It's depressing. But such desperate thoughts are better left for another day. I'm on my way to apply to a new job, one that will be the beginning of my career, my big debut. Will I be good enough? No, I'm too good.

I see the sign hanging over the sidewalk. I had seen pictures of it before, so I knew I was in the right place. I looked in through the window and saw exactly what I had expected. Workout equipment. Treadmills, stationary bikes, step machines, and weight-lifting machines of varying shapes, sizes, and purposes. Indeed, this was a gym. Soon, it would be my new workplace. I knew that later in my life, people would look back and say, "That gym was where Matthew Tenor started out his career!" I would make this gym famous!

Now bolstering with confidence, I set my teeth together and pulled open the door. A blast of air conditioning hit my face, and my nose was assaulted by a mixture of smells. Rosemary, lemons, oranges, bleach... but none of these smells could mask the heaviest of all: sweat. The stench of it seemed to emanate from all directions. The floorboards themselves were perhaps soaked in the permeation.

I spied a desk in the bag with a secretary behind it, reading a book, her feet kicked up on the counter. I strolled past the machines, a few of which were in use by people in spandex and t-shirts, all with the same expression of determination. When I reached the counter, I realized that the secretary didn't seem at all bothered by the sweat smell. Perhaps I too would learn to tolerate it. The secretary - if she could really even be considered one - wore the same workout attire as the patrons currently using the machines. I felt very overdressed, but nonetheless, I asked, "Is Mrs. Lee here today? I have an appointment with her concerning a job offer."

The secretary looked up from her book, and as her eyes rested on my face, her expression immediately brightened. She pulled her feet off the counter at sat up, putting her book down (without marking her page for some reason) and said, "Oh my gosh, are you Matthew?"

I was slightly surprised, not just that she knew my name but also but the sudden change in character. "Yes, Matthew Tenor," I replied.

"Hi, it's so nice to meet you Matthew." She stuck her hand out and I shook it. Her energy was hard to match, and it made me feel small, which made me uncomfortable because I considered myself as a Dominate kind of person. "I've heard so much about you!"

"That's great. I'm sorry, I'm a little late getting here. Our interview was supposed to begin five minutes ago, but I had some trouble finding the place. Could you please tell Mrs. Lee that I'm here?"

The girl's smile faltered a little, and I thought that I had offended her, until she said, "Oh, silly, I'm Mrs. Lee!"

Understanding dawned on me and I exclaimed, "Oh crap, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize..."

"No, no, that's my fault. I should have introduced myself. Come on, let's go somewhere more private."

I glanced back at the patrons. "Um, are you sure you don't want somebody out here watching them?"

Mrs. Lee looked back over her shoulder and said, "Oh, no need. Those people are frequenters. I trust them to know what to do if someone is hurt. Follow me."

Mrs. Lee led me through a doorway which led into a hallway lined with doors. We walked down the hall and entered a door at the very end. It appeared to be an office with filing cabinets and a desk in the middle, on which sat a computer. Mrs. Lee walked around the desk in a graceful, agile manner. She sat on a chair which appeared to not be a chair at all, but a large red ball. She balanced her weight on it. "Please, take a seat."

I was glad to find that that there was an actual chair to sit on instead of a ball. Any type of strenuous activity was hard to pull of in a suit. Mrs. Lee pointed this out as well. "I appreciate the professionalism, but you will find quickly enough that we're pretty informal here. I'll get you a uniform, we're going to have you try it on."

Wait. "Does that mean I got the job?"

She looked at me and laughed. "Yes, of course you get the job! We're very understaffed, so we need all the help we can get. Besides, it's really not that difficult. Now hold on while I find you an outfit. I'm just going to have you sign this form here. It just says that you will promise to return the uniform if you are relieved of your position." She handed me a clipboard with a piece of a paper and a pen. I signed my name on the line at the bottom and handed it back. She turned to a filing cabinet and began rifling through it. Meanwhile, I began rifling through my mixed emotions. First I was overjoyed. My anxiety washed away and the dreams for my future returned. It was happening. This was the beginning. But then came reality. How long would I have to work here? Would I get along with my coworkers? She says it's not difficult, but does that mean it will be boring?

I ceased my train of thought when Mrs. Lee pulled a bag out of the cabinet and said, "There is a bathroom at the end of the hall. Go try this on and come back."

"Mrs. Lee, how did you know my size?"

She scoffed. "Oh please, I'm a physical therapist, I'm pretty good at determining body size."

I stood up and exited the room. I found the bathroom and locked the door. It was a well-sized room, very well-kept, and bright. I began quickly redressing. Once finished, I looked into the mirror and sighed inwardly. It was a pretty geeky outfit, but I would have to get used to it. I wore a gray and neon green Under-Armour t-shirt and orange exercise shorts that ended above the knee. On my feet were black tennis shoes and red and orange Nike elite socks. It was a pretty outrageous mixture of colors and brands. I was even wearing some other weird accessories included in the bag: compression underwear that hugged everything down there, a red, white, and blue sweatband on my forehead, and two wristbands of the same color and material as the sweatband. There was one other thing about the uniform too: it was one size too small. Everything clung to my skin tightly, and it was very uncomfortable. Only the shoes and socks fit right.

I decided to go back and tell Mrs. Lee that she had judged wrong. I unlocked the door and walked down the hallway. A strange sense of foreboding came over me. I felt a little fuzzy. I hurried along so I could get new size clothes and change out of these ones. I entered the room and found that it was empty. I walked further in, and suddenly something wrapped around me ankle. It pulled my leg out from under me, sending me crashing to the ground. I heard the door slam. I looked at my ankle, and there was a rope wrapped around it, leading to one of the filing cabinets. As I watched, more ropes slithered out of the cabinet and towards me.

I was dumbstruck by what was happening. I thought perhaps I was being pranked, or maybe I was drugged. Whatever the reason, I was frozen there on the ground. The ropes slithered closer and closer to where I lay motionless, and suddenly I was very scared. Tried to stand up, but at the same time, the rope attached to my ankle began to draw me closer to the cabinet. I turned over on my stomach and tried to grab onto anything to slow my progress, but nothing held. Soon I felt another rope wrap it's way up my legs, coiling around an around and finally tightening around me knees. More ropes began to coil around my body, reaching up and taking hold of my wrists, pinning them behind my back, another rope tying them to my waist. The ropes wrapped around my chest and arms, pulling me closer and closer to the cabinet. Finally they stopped, leaving me in the middle of the floor, but now I was wrapped in ropes like a cocoon. My legs were pulled back to my butt and held there. Not a single part of my body or clothes was visible through the ropes. I was completely encased.

I struggled and struggled, but the ropes held tightly and I could hardly move. I tried to call out, but more ropes wrapped themselves around my head and face until it too was completely encased, except for my nose. My clothes felt even tighter now that my muscles were bulging out. Despite my confusion, I was extremely turned on. My penis pressed against the ropes and compression underwear. It hurt, but it felt really good. I began to moan.

Soon I heard the door open and there was a snapping sound. The ropes covering my face loosened and flew away, leaving me face-to-face with Mrs. Lee. She was smiling. "Well, look at you! You look good with all those ropes on you. How did your uniform fit?"

I was still dazed from the ropes, and I stuttered, "Mrs. Lee-"

"Oh, I think we can do away with the formalities. From now on, I want you to call me Master."

"Are you kidnapping me?"

"No, of course not silly! After all, you signed up for this." With horror, I remembered the paper I had signed at the beginning of all this. Had I even bothered to read it?

"What the paper really said was that you gave your permission to take part in our research. Yes, I said research. This is not a gym. That's just a front for our laboratory. This is actually a government-funded research facility."

Now I was very scared. "What are you going to do to me."

"Oh, nothing terrible. In fact, you might find that you enjoy it. We are interested in bondage. More specifically, people like yourselves who enjoy it. We want to find out what makes such a thing enjoyable, and how can we maximize your enjoyment of it. So you see, this is going to be a fun experience for you. We will do all the work. All you have to do is sit back and let it happen."

Although I was still anxious at this predicament, I felt a little excited. Perhaps this would be fun.

Master said, "Now, let me give you the real tour of our lab."

She pulled my headband down over my mouth and pulled a hidden tab that I hadn't noticed before. It tightened the headband to form a gag. It tasted metallic. Suddenly I grew very fuzzy, very unlike how I had felt in the hall a bit ago. This effect was very amplified, and I found that I couldn't think straight. I knew that there was no way I would be able to run away. She had me. And I wasn't going anywhere.

At least I got the job.

*To be continued*
How would you tie me up? I'm 6'1", male, and very skinny. I'm wearing soft, fuzzy pajamas, and long fuzzy socks. Please PM me. Don't be afraid to get a little naughty ;) :bound: :tied: :tickle: :gag:

Re: The Interview (??/M)

Postby Jack Roper » Sun Apr 23, 2017 3:57 pm

Excellent beginning. I'd love to know how that rope worked.

Re: The Interview (??/M)

Postby FuzzySocks19 » Sun Apr 30, 2017 5:12 pm

Part 2: The Tour

"You must be very confused right now."

I almost couldn't make out her words behind the fuzzy wall of existence that I was living in. My vision swam in lights and my head lolled to the ground. I couldn't move my muscles, and the rope wrapped tightly around my body wasn't helping. Wait, how did this rope even wrap around me? That was the scary part. It was as if the rope had moved all on its own. Surely such a thing didn't exist, right?

"I can see it isn't just the drugs," said Master. "You're wondering how this rope worked. Don't worry, it isn't nearly as frightening as you might think. All will be explained in time. Please, follow me."

Master stood up and pressed a button on the filing cabinet behind me, to which the ropes were connected. Instantly, I felt the ropes slacken, then begin to uncoil. They receded back into the cabinet and recoiled themselves neatly before closing the cabinet. I stood up, making a run for the door, but the world spun beneath me and I went crashing down to the floor. I tried to crawl a little further, but suddenly Master was over me, restraining my hands behind my back. "Sorry," she said. "I should have made sure you were properly restrained before letting you go. You could have hurt yourself."

I moaned into my gag, trying to pull free of her grasp, but compared to my state, she was much stronger and more defiant. She must have been very used to dominance.

"Oh, quit your whining. As I said, all will be explained, so their is no need to worry. Now, let's get going. Brace yourself."

Master put her hands underneath my armpits and pulled me up. My hands were tied tightly behind my back with more rope, this time not so sentient. When I tried to move my legs underneath me, I realized I couldn't separate them. I looked down... and groaned into my gag again.

She had strapped a belt just above my knees, so that my legs were attached but my ankles and feet could move freely. I could walk, but certainly not run. She had hobbled me.

Master did a series of humiliating things to me next. She reached down and opened the seam in my shorts, which I had not noticed was there before. Then she reached into the compression shorts and grabbed my bulging penis, pulling it out of the little hole. It hung out into the cool air, standing tall and proud. She stroked it a few times before moving on, provoking a few pleasurable mmphs from underneath my gag. Next, pulled a collar out of her desk and strapped it around my neck rather loosely, which I silently thanked her for. I could still swallow and breathe without any discomfort. Finally, she attached a leash to the collar. I was now her pet.

"Come, Pet, let's have a look around, shall we?"

As she pulled me towards the door, I grew very anxious. Does she mean to parade me through the gym like this? With my manhood sticking defiantly out in the open and wearing a leash? What would her patrons think of me? And not to mention the windows on the front of the shop. Literally anyone could look in and see me! I began to beg and plead, but all that came out was, "Mmmmph! Mmph, mmph, MMMMPH!"

Master grabbed my balls and squeezed. "MMMMPH! Mmm, mmmhmmhmm." She wagged a finger in my face.

"Quiet now, or you won't be getting much sleep tonight."

She pulled me through the door and into the hallway. We walked down the hallway, all the while feeling like I was being escorted to Death Row, do I have any last words, so help me God?

Before reaching the end of the hall, where lied the entrance to the front room, we turned down another, very long corridor. I was instantly relieved, but also perplexed at the same time. From the outside, the building didn't seem very big, but this hallway suggested that it was actually much, much larger. I began to wonder how big this place really was.

We took a series of confusing turns and stairways leading down, through corridors of stone and doors and laboratories. Master wasn't kidding. This really was a secret laboratory. I suddenly realized I had no idea where we were in relation to the gym building. Perhaps we were even miles away from it by now.

Finally, we reached a big metal door that said, in big block letters, "Lab 3." Master pulled out a keycard and swiped it across the screen to the left of the door. There was a beep and the door swung wide open, revealing a room full of equipment. At first I thought it was a storage room for workout equipment. Then I realized with a dawning horror that it was bondage equipment.

We walked in and the door slammed behind us. I looked around again, and realized the room wasn't as big as I first thought. It was about as big as a movie theater, minus the inclining rows of seats. Halfway across the room, there was a raised platform and a staircase leading up to it. On the platform were a bunch of monitors and computers, all currently blank.

Master led me to a machine that looked like a reclining chair, except with no arm rests, and it didn't look very comfortable. She untied my hands and ordered me to lay down on the chair. I obeyed. She pressed a button at the head of the chair, and this time, belts instead of ropes shot out of either side of the chair and wrapped around my body. They coiled and tightened around my chest, waist, thighs, above and below my knees, my legs, and one belt around each of my ankles. There was even a belt over my forehead, so I couldn't move my head. I was once again immobilized, only this time I felt more vulnerable, with my penis standing straight up into the air, especially since I couldn't move my head to look at it. I moaned into my gag again.

"Okay, now that you are all settled in, allow me to explain," said Master. "First, let's make you even more comfortable."

She appeared at my right side holding a yellow tube. I felt a cold, liquid substance cover my penis, and then Master was stroking it. She was applying lube. Then she put my penis inside the tube and turned it on. I realized at once that it was a milking machine. It began to move up and down, squeezing and rubbing, pulsing and vibrating. My penis was numbed by the vibrating, and I hardly felt myself ejaculate, save for the convulsions and the belts holding me tight. "mmph, mmm, mmmhmmm."

"Now, are you going to be a good boy and listen?" She waited as if for an answer. "Good. Now, you're probably wondering what the heck is going on, will I hurt you, what will become of you, blah blah blah. First off, this is a great opportunity for you. These next few weeks will be the greatest, most pleasurable time you've ever had. I guarantee it. We will feed you properly, care for your personal hygiene, use the utmost safety with you, and, most of all, give you only what you want. Have you noticed, thus far, that you have not resisted me to your fullest potential? It is because part of you wants this. Part of you wants to be a part of this fantasy, which it really is. A dream come true. So you can either be stubborn and not have any fun at all, or you can relax and be a part of it. You will never forget this experience, and when it is over, you may want to continue on with us. This could be your new job, if you want it. All we ask is cooperation in our research in return for our service to you.

"MMph, mmm mmm mmmmmph."

"Please, no interruptions. I know right now you are not warmed up to the thought, so please consider it carefully. Anyway, let's move on. First, I will go over the guidelines of your stay here. Our staff will treat you how you want to be treated, and we will decide how you want to be treated. Using our computer system, we can tell what it is you truly want and don't want, whether you know it or not. Leave it up to us. You agreed to these rules when you signed the waiver in my office."

The tube continued to squeeze and pull, jerking me off. At this point, Master turned a dial and the machine sped up. I struggled against my bonds, cringing from the immense pleasure coming from my groin. I could feel the climax approaching. I tried to hold it back, but it came on too strong. I once again ejaculated, crying out through my gag. "MMMPH, mmph mmmmhmmm. MMmmmm."

Master continued. "Since I am keeping you here to work for us and allow us to research you, I will be paying you for your services. Twenty dollars an hour, just as I promised you for a job at the gym. So alongside this pleasurable experience, you will also be paid handsomely. Mull that over in your brain, perhaps it will keep you from being so stubborn." I did indeed mull it over in my brain. It was hard to think straight while being milked, but it definitely weakened my defenses. This truly was a fantasy, no doubt, but wasn't it too good to be true? She is paying me and pleasuring me in more ways than I can imagine, so why can't I just hop on board? Why do I have this feeling like this is such a bad decision?f

"On to more pressing matters," said Master. "We chose you specifically out of a group of other applicants. Unlike you, they all knew what they were getting into, and they would have been more than happy to be where you are, but they were not as qualified as you. They all had families, respectable reputations, contacts. It wouldn't do to keep them from their lives and then to simply return them, seeing as this is a secret facility. You on the other hand have no friends. You live alone, and your family is too disappointed in your inability to hold a job to even bother contacting you. You are isolated from the world. No one will miss you while you are here." Her words hit me, and I stopped feeling pleasure for a second. In that second, I was disgusted with myself. She was right. Who would miss me? Who would pass around fliers, organize search parties, and worry away the night all for me? No one.

Master pulled the tube off my penis and turned it off. She looked at me and said, "But now you're here. My team of researchers and I will do all we can to make sure you have a safe, pleasurable stay in our facility. We are your family now. Will you join us willingly? Or will you be stubborn?"

I didn't even think twice. This place was amazing. Even if there was some other voice deep inside me telling me to get out of here, Master was telling the truth. This was my last chance, and I was going to make the best of it. Besides, twenty bucks an hour? For THIS? Un-effing-believable. Give me the job, I want it.

"Mm hmm," I said, hoping she would realize my meaning. Master smiled. "I knew you would understand. We are going to have so much fun." Master returned the tube to my penis and turned it on again. This time, she flipped a switch on the chair and it began to vibrate, numbing my entire body.

"Your shift begins now. Good night, Pet." And with that, she walked out the door, flipping the light switch on her way out, leaving me in the dark, squirming and pumping and moaning.
How would you tie me up? I'm 6'1", male, and very skinny. I'm wearing soft, fuzzy pajamas, and long fuzzy socks. Please PM me. Don't be afraid to get a little naughty ;) :bound: :tied: :tickle: :gag:

Re: The Interview (??/M)

Postby Thatworm » Sun Apr 30, 2017 9:25 pm

Omg yes! I love it! Please keep going! How many times can you do it before you get so tired and pass out

Re: The Interview (??/M)

Postby randomboy18 » Mon May 01, 2017 8:43 am

I hope he has some kind of fetish and she uses that fetish to pleasure him