I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off. My boss, Will, had one rule. The master bedroom was off-limits, and I had to respect that. But the more he forbade me, the more my curiosity grew. Each day, my curiosity grew stronger and stronger. The more I tried to push the thought from my mind, the more I wondered what secrets lay beyond the door. It was like a burning fire – some magic pulled me towards it, calling to me in an irresistible song. I finally gave in to my temptation and snuck upstairs. When I was sure I was alone, I pushed open the door. My eyes widened, and my body responded with a mix of shock and arousal. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and my clit began to tingle. In his room, at the foot of the bed, was a table lined with bondage gear, whips, and sex toys. Who were these used on? Just his wife? A mistress? Their third? I imagined Will using the toys on anyone, and a pang of jealousy sparked within me. Why did I want to be that person? I pictured him binding me with the straps, teasing me with the dildos, and using the whip on me. The thought sent a thrill through me, and I felt myself getting wet. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I heard the door behind me open, and Will stood there, a sly smile spreading across his face. I knew I was in for a wild ride.
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