Mindy the IT Girl
She can fix ANY Problem — But Causes MORE
[WARNING — NON-CON THEMES]
Mindy grabs me by the hand, drags me into the supply room, pushes me up against the metal shelving and quickly binds my hands to it with her assorted cables. My cock was hard when she entered, but now it’s on it’s way to granite mode!
Most people don’t want to open a Help-Desk Ticket with IT, because they bombard you with question after question, including the dreaded, “Did you reboot?”
“Of course I f’n rebooted. The last thing I wanted to do today is call IT for help, just to be asked if I rebooted, so yeah, I rebooted.”
At my Company, things are a little different when it comes to opening a Ticket. Ever since Mindy the IT Girl started, everyone is opening a Ticket. She’s the hottest fucking thing who somehow gets away with completely telling our Company dress code to go fuck itself.
Rumor has it; there was a disagreement about her not wanting to work here and her Father, aka, the owner, threatening to disinherit her. In the employment contract, her final bargaining chip was getting in writing, permission to wear whatever she wanted.
Contracted signed and in walks Mindy, our new IT Girl and all production stopped! Her hair was a mess and dyed purple, green and pink. She had a dozen or more random computer cables wrapped and knotted in her hair, looking like a digital technology version of Medusa.
With just one look, she has the ability to turn guys rock hard while making the girls needing to switch out their panties. The hotness from her neck up, as amazing as it is, is nothing compared to the rest of her outfit from the neck down!
Mindy liked to switch things up and keep pushing her father’s buttons harder every day. Today her ensemble consisted of just one wrap of duct tape across her perky breasts, plus a few more to help accent her stomach, biceps and forearms.
Then a little more around her waist, to help keep her aluminum foil mini-skirt in place. With each and every move, the aluminum foil was tearing from the bottom, slowly exposing the fact she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
Everyone in the office has been discussing different ways to trick Mindy into crawling under their desks so; they can get a look at her heaven she’s hiding away. So far, no one has come up with a legitimate reason or excuse to get her to crawl.
Back to me in the supply room, now bound helpless and at Mindy’s mercy. “So tell me Alex, what’s your IT problem?”
I stare silently at her bright pink lips and her amazing light blue eyes. My lips go dry from my growing nervousness, because I don’t have any IT issues. I only put in a Ticket to see Mindy in her newest of tiny revealing outfits.
Fingers just inches from my face, {Snap!} {Snap!} “Alex! Why did you put in a Help-Desk Ticket?”
“Mindy . . . I just had to see you again. I’m sorry. I can’t look at you enough. Your eyes are fantastic. I just needed you to come back down.”
She replies, “You do know I’m way too busy for bullshit games Alex,” while dropping my pants and tying a Cat-5 around my balls. “I don’t even want to be here and am constantly pissed off.”
“It’s ok Mindy, I understand. Anyway, you’re really cute no matter what your mood may be.” As she ties off the cable, she keeps bumping my shaft which is driving me insane!
Asking as she ties the other end of the Cat-5 around a ream of letter size paper stacked on the shelf I’m tied to. “Are you saying I’m moody Alex?”
Being so completely mesmerized by everything Mindy, It just now hit me what she’s about to do! “Mindy! Wait! Don’t!”
It’s too late! Just like a cat, she pokes at the ream of paper one last time, causing it to slip off the shelf! I scream and jerk so hard, my pre-cum flicks off my tip and right across my lips . . . just as the ream hits the floor . . . and doesn’t painfully yank my balls?
Mindy used an eight-foot Cat-5 to tie off my balls, so there was plenty of slack. Fuck! She’s good! Staring at the look of fear I still have, as I stand there shaking, Mindy wipes the pre-cum off my lips to taste it.
Mindy comments, “You know what Alex? You’re kinda cute when you’re scared.”
I wanted to say thanks, but can’t stop staring as she unties the end of the cable and reties it to the inside handle to the door of the supply room. This time it’s taught, as in zero slack. When that door gets yanked open, I’m fucked!
“Wait! Mindy! What are you doing?”
“Since you don’t seem to know what your IT needs are, I’m forced to guess what your problem is. I’m pretty sure it’s these pesky balls that are stopping you from getting production done.”
“Mindy, please don’t do this!”
“There’s that look of fear again. Yep, you’re cutest when you’re scared Alex.”
Before I get to answer, she duct tapes my mouth. Not that stupid single piece that doesn’t do a fucking thing. She did full around my head and mouth wraps so tight my cheeks are bulging out.
She does one more double check of the knots on both ends of the Cat-5, flicks it in the middle to make sure it’s nice and tight. Then, completely out of the blue, she grabs my shaft so fucking hard I can’t breathe!
“Alex, be sure to fill out a comment card on how I did. Just be aware . . . they’re aren’t anonymous and I know where you live.”
I must look even more scared, because she smiles and says, “So fucking cute.”
I’m confused how she’s getting out, or if she’s going to stay, now that my balls are tied to the door? The answer comes quick as she rolls a cart away from the wall and flips open the large utilities panel near the floor.
This gives maintenance access to all plumbing, heating, cooling, electrical and network cables and runs behind or under every room. Mindy blows me a kiss, gets down on all fours and crawls into it.
Well I’m the only one getting to see under her aluminum foil mini skirt and holy fuck! Too bad my fee for such a gift is to possibly get my balls ripped off if someone yanks the supply room door vs. slowly opening it. I’ve got fifty / fifty odds on this.
Watching every last second as heaven wiggles away from my eyes and the panel closes up. Seriously have no idea if she’s going to come out somewhere else of if she’s living inside the walls? I wouldn’t put that possibility past Mindy.
So I have zero idea how long I’ve been in here? I only know my whole body is covered in sweat, my balls could get ripped off at any second and somehow, Medusa Mindy left my cock as hard as granite.
I want to try and scream, to call for help, but help has to come through the door my ball cable is tied to. Fucking Mindy! I want you even more now. No matter how I twist or turn my wrists, I can’t get the other cables to let go!
There’s noise outside and I hear someone calling to someone else, “Hey! We need more toner over here! Can you go grab a cartridge?”
Whomever they were calling to, must of responded with a silent thumbs up. Dammit! Is it tiny little Sandy coming to pull open the door or free weight body building Dave who’s about to rip it off it’s hinges, along with my balls?
I grit my teeth, make fists and hold my breath, as the sound and feel of heavy steps grow closer! It’s fucking Dave! The door nob turns in slow motion. I close my eyes to relive the three seconds of heaven that Mindy granted me earlier . . .
. . . and the door . . . opens inwards! Fuck! I knew it opened inward. I goddamn just walked through it moments earlier, along with every damn day for the last five years!
As Dave walks in, I see Mindy over his shoulder for just a second, before she’s gone. Dave, who’s not only a muscle bound idiot, he’s also my friend. Seeing my situation, he quickly closes the door, while standing on the middle of the Cat-5 ball removal system!
My balls got one hell of a painful yank, before Dave realized what was happening and jumped off the cable. “Fuck Dude! Let me guess. Mindy?”
Between my tears, I nod “Yes”.
I wanted to tell Dave to just undo my wrists so I could untie the Cat-5 from my balls myself, but I’m still gagged. With his fat fingers fumbling around I can’t stop what’s about to happen! I grunt loudly in an attempt to signal him, but it’s too late.
My load starts spurting out hard and fast and right into his face. Dave doesn’t turn away or try to kill me. He pulls my cock into his mouth, grabs my naked ass with both of his massive hands while gobbling up every bit of cum that wasn’t already part of his surprise facial.
Mindy’s games just led me to getting a bondage blowjob from my best friend!
After my last few spurts, Dave gets the Cat-5 off my balls before standing up and staring me down. “That Never Happened. Understand me Alex?”
I nod as he finally frees my wrists and I fall to my knees in front of him. He smacks me so hard in the side of my head, I fall over as he says, “Not happening dude! That cock belongs to Heather. Anyways, I don’t have the key.”
Ok? That was too much info.
Just got back from lunch with Dave. An extremely quiet and awkward lunch. So far today, I’ve not got a single thing done and can’t stop thinking about Mindy. Without any thought of what may happen, I open another Help-Desk Ticket and wait.
For the rest of my shift, I randomly shuffled back and forth the same stack of paper, tested all of my pens over and over, and topped off the coffee pot fifteen times. Mindy entered our office area several times, but always to help someone other than myself.
She said no words to me, but always made sure to fuck my mind with random glances. My shorts were getting soaked by pre-cum alone, as my imagination took me places I so wanted to be at with her.
Five O’clock came and Mindy never came to help me with my problem? Was I too far down on the list, or was she not about to fall for another fake request for her IT skills?
I’m watching her like a hawk, so the fact she finished her last trip by going back into the supply room was obvious. Was it her way of asking me to join her? Why am I over thinking everything so much? Maybe I just need more pens or something?
With everyone else gone and most likely halfway home by now, I decide to get . . . more pens. Opening the supply room door slowly, it’s pitch dark inside? Expecting her to jump out of somewhere, I turn on the light to find, she’s not in there waiting for me after all?
The cart in front of the utilities panel is a little out of whack, so I know where she went. Not wanting anyone else to see or question why my computer is still on, I first go back to shut everything down and punch out for the day. Then, return to the supply room for my tunnel adventure.
Not sure if there’s a lack of air movement in here, or her perfume is that strong, because all I can smell in here is Mindy. Not complaining by any means. She smells of bubble bath, rubber and plastic. I’m guess from all her different snake like computer cords in her hair.
The access tunnel is over twenty feet long before it finally opens up into a much bigger area? This must be her IT office? There’s table after table of computer parts, pieces, cables and more, of all different ages? Like a damn museum of electronics?
In the corner of the room, there’s a box full of prosthetic limbs. Very petite, feminine limbs matching Mindy’s skin color? I’m freaking out as I notice the one wall isn’t a wall at all. It’s a floor to ceiling black curtain.
Pulling it back, I find six Mindy’s in every different outfit since she started last week! They are all motionless and against the wall. I should say in every outfit except for the duct tape and aluminum foil one she wore today.
Today’s Mindy steps out from behind a stack of electronics just as four hands grab my arms firmly! Glancing quick to my right and left, there’s two more Mindy’s in outfits yet to be seen by anyone.
Both of them are even more revealing and even sexier than today’s Mindy, but there’s no way I’m going to tell her that!
Mindy steps in front of me as my cock can’t help but get hard again. She gives me a look of concern before finally speaking.
“I’m very sorry Alex. Now that you’ve seen this, you can never leave.”
EPILOQUE:
Had the Mindy’s not had base programing preventing death of any living creature, I would have for sure been chopped up and disposed of a long time ago. Instead, I’ve become a pet to the Mindy’s, who keeps me in constant bondage.
They do tend to all of my needs from food, water, sponge baths and any elimination needs I have. I’ve had endless conversations with each and every one of them, and amazingly, they’re each a little different. My favorite is and always will be, Duct Tape Mindy, since she’s the one I fell in love with.
I do need to mention the one need they are not fulfilling, is my constant need to orgasm. DT Mindy has given all of the others permission to play with, stroke, torment, punish and tease my cock as much as they want . . . with one rule: Never let me cum!
Every single day, I try to explain, beg, argue, debate with DT Mindy why I should be allowed to cum. No matter what I try, she always replies exactly the same.
“Alex, if that was your problem all along, don’t you think you should have noted it on your Help-Desk Ticket?”
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