"How is it coming over there? My list is whittling down bit by bit."
Sarah had knocked out five of the 10 different policy statements that were on her radar for the day, a work-at-home Saturday that she hoped would put her back on track, at least for a while.
Her coworker had similar tasks in front of him, although his were more along the lines of step-by-step user instructions, a sort of technical writing task. His answer to her question, however, was unintelligible She glanced over her shoulder to see him nodding his assent.
"Good! You're making progress!"
He was well-motivated to complete his writing as soon as possible. While the drafting table-like work station would normally be a wonderful, comfortable place for him to stand and type, she had made sure that things were just about as uncomfortable as possible.
Rather than any sort of traditional desk chair or stool, a wooden pony device stood there. At first glance it might have been mistaken for a standard saw horse, but on top was an inverted V-shaped cap made of 1" by 6" boards. Trust well that no sort of padding adorned those boards.
The naked boy sat high atop this device, straddling it with one leg on either side. His knees were lashed tightly to the front legs of the horse and his knees were bent backward at approximately a 45 degree angle. A rope was tied to both ankles, which were fettered with just under one foot of multiple wraps of cinched ropes between them. Another rope ran from the middle of the cinch up to the horse itself. This allowed him to put a tiny bit of weight on one foot or the other, at least for a while, to help relieve the pressure that he felt.
His elbows were secured by a line that ran from one to the other behind his back, restricting all movement of his upper arms. A thick chain had been employed as makeshift handcuffs. The linked steel wrapped tightly around each wrist and was locked in place with a giant, heavy padlock.
On his head was a thick leather harness that ran in many directions. A strap ran directly over the top of his head and was connected to another similar strap that encircled his cranium at his forehead. From a point at the very center of his forehead, two slightly thinner straps ran diagonally between his eyes to the corners of his mouth where they supported a wide, cold stainless steel bit gag that held his jaw open very wide.
The four other straps that secured the bit ran in four separate directions. Two ran behind his head and pulled the bar deeply into his cheeks. Two more strapped his jaw shut, running under his chin, buckled there with a shiny silver device.
Around his neck was a very strict black leather posture collar and a heavy chain leash ran from the big D-ring in front over to her chair. She kept it wrapped around her wrist and, now and then, she tugged it to remind him that she was there. She greatly enjoyed the knowledge and sense that she was completely and totally in control of him.
Because of the damnable collar, he had no option but to look directly forward at his computer screen so that there was nothing to distract him from his work. As much as he desired to turn and look at his captor, there was no possibility of that. Not only would the collar not allow his head to turn, any such movements would drive the wooden horse cruelly into his ass.
He shifted frequently to try to ease the predicament that she had put him in, but the demands and aches that this bondage put on his body could only be transferred from one part of his body to another; nothing would eliminate it. His focus was great and he worked as quickly as he could, hoping that she would soon release him from all of this.
"Don't forget, boy. You can't just finish it to finish it. It better be done correctly! There are other consequences for sloppy work, you know!" He nodded and tried to forget the burning in his legs and the the feel of the wood against his ass. He struggled to raise his weight off of the horse by tightening his thigh muscles and forcing them to support his body. Sweat beads grew on his forehead. His fingers flew across the keys.