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This has to be the most embarrassing predicament I’ve ever gotten myself into, and that includes skinny dipping with my scuba instructor while my wife was sunbathing on the beach. Granted, I haven’t exactly been the most loyal of husbands, but my wife doesn’t exactly live a horrible life. As the chief executive officer at my very successful company with a house in Bel Air, a summer home in Oahu, and a chateau in Nice, it’s safe to say that my adorable little gold-digger of a spouse just needed to look the other way in regards to my extracurricular activities to continue enjoying her lavish lifestyle. But after this, I can safely say divorce bells are in the air.

I’ve had my share of flings at the office, executive assistants, managers, even a vice president or two over the years, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to find myself slumming it with the help. Consuela came into the office every time after hours to clean up, and for some reason, I found myself drawn to her. Now, she had been cleaning my office for over a decade, so what made me want her tonight was beyond me, but the sex drive wants what it wants. Before I knew it, we were on top of my desk doing what I do best outside of signing multi-million dollar deals, and all was right with the world…until she showed up.

I don’t know how I forgot she was meeting me at the office tonight, but it slipped my mind. Skyler walked in just as I was getting to the good part. I jumped off Consuela and quickly tried to explain, but there wasn’t much of a point. Skyler unloaded on me like never before, admitting to knowing about my previous adulterous encounters. My response…I told her to shut up and be grateful for the life I’ve given and continued to give her. I think that’s where I made my mistake, because before I knew it, she pulled her shocking Mugger-B-Gone device out of her five-thousand dollar purse, and everything went dark.

When I awoke, I couldn’t see a thing, and it only took me moments to figure out why. A blindfold impeded my vision. Reaching up and removing it would’ve been nice, but my hands were bound behind my back, my arms pinned to my side, feet tied together. That warm taste in my mouth was my own saliva drenching the bandanna stuffed inside and secured with several layers of tape wrapped around my mouth. I managed to pull myself to my feet, but that was the best I could do. I didn’t want to risk hurting myself by jumping around blindly in the dark, and I definitely didn’t want to rip the ten thousand dollar Armani suit I was wearing. All I could think about was Skyler, and how wonderful it would be to have my lawyers eviscerate her in divorce court. She won’t see a dime of alimony. She could go back to living with her middle-class working parents in their single family home in the middle of Nowhere, Idaho.

I twisted and turned to try and get myself free, but the knots held tight. I tried calling for help, but it was no use. It was probably the middle of the night by now, and the only person in the entire twenty story building was the security guard on the first floor. And I guessed they didn’t install security cameras in every single room, so I was pretty much screwed. That is until I heard a door open to the outside floor. With a glimmer of hope, I started yelling as loudly as I could through my gag.

***

I swear these night shifts were taking too much of a toll on me…and my family. I’ve asked to be switched to the day shift, but the seniority card kept getting played on me. I thought about going out and finding another job, but this place took care of me well enough. Plus, everyone on the twentieth floor was really nice to me, except for Mr. Brandt. Brandt was the CEO of the entire corporation, and I had heard stories about his tyranny, but it wasn’t until I was transferred to the twentieth floor that I got to witness it firsthand. He treated his employees like trash. In fact, the only ones he ever favored were the pretty young women who I was sure he was messing around with, even though he was married. One time I forgot to clean the trash in his office, and I was called into the office...on a Sunday, mind you…to get chewed out by him. I guess money doesn’t buy you kindness; it just costs you a soul.

Tonight I happened to be fifteen minutes early, so I took it upon myself to head up to twenty and get started early. As I walked down the hall, I saw beautiful blonde wearing clothing and accessories that probably added up to my annual salary. She stopped me in the corridor and smiled.

“Are you responsible for cleaning this floor,” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“Good, because I left you a rather large piece of cheating trash in your facilities closet.”

She walked off without another word. Cheating trash? What did that mean?

I found out moments later as I opened the main office door and hear the muffled sounds coming from the facilities closet. I walked over and opened the door, and there was Mr. Brandt, bound, gagged and blindfolded in the closet.

For a moment, I stood there in stunned silence. Here was one of the richest men I’ve ever encountered in my life, completely helpless. It quickly dawned on me what was going on here. Cheating trash? Apparently, Mrs. Brandt caught her husband in the act and somehow managed to subdue him. The rope and tape she used were from the closet, and the bandana covering his eyes was one of mine.

My first instinct was to untie Mr. Brandt and let him go, but then that Sunday morning came screaming back into the foreground of my memory. Between that and whatever he did to his poor wife, I decided it was time for me to teach Mr. Brandt a lesson.

***

The wave of relief that washed over me was nearly euphoric. Whoever this person was, they were going to get handsomely rewarded once they untied me. And by handsomely, I meant I’d have them fired. There was no way I wanted this embarrassing situation to get out, and the last thing I needed was a witness to it. A CEO needs always has to appear powerful and in control, and being tied up, gagged and abandoned like a piece of garbage was not the image I needed spread around the office. Mr. Brandt is flawless in the eyes of his servants.

I tried explaining to the person who found me to take out the gag first, but it was no use. All I could get out were some loud MMMPHS at best. However, clearly this person would just untie my hands; once those were free I was sure I could manage the rest. Even removing the blindfold would help, at least so I could identify my rescuer and plot his professional demise. But what happened was completely unexpected…and absolutely infuriating.

My “rescuer” grabbed me by the ropes and gently led me out of the small room. It was hard to move because my feet were tied together, but his gentle tugs at the ropes XXXX me to either hop forward or lose my balance and fall to the floor. Not wanting to further embarrass myself, I followed his tugs and hopped my way out of the room.

Why the hell wasn’t this guy untying me? Doesn’t he know who the hell I am?

***

It was clear to me that Mr. Brandt had no idea who I was thanks to the blindfold. As I gently pulled at the ropes around his chest, XXXX him to hop forward at my command, I started to smile. Mr. Brandt always seemed to take pleasure in treating his employees like slaves, constantly berating them and making them feel worthless. At least, that’s how I felt when he scolded me for my mistake. Now it was my turn.

After getting Mr. Brandt out of the room, I wheeled up a small white chair next to him. I led him down into the seat, assuring him that everything was fine. Mr. Brandt followed my order and sat down. There was nothing more enjoyable than watching this multi-million dollar tyrant cater to my command. This is what it felt like to be in charge, and it felt fantastic.

***

This was completely unacceptable. Here I was, the richest man in this building, probably in the entire city, and I was at the mercy of this peon who was playing games with me. He sat me in a chair, and instead of untying me, pulled the chair into the center of the room. What the hell game was he playing here? I pleaded with him through the gag, but he couldn’t understand a word of it. Even if he did, I don’t think he was listening to me anyway. And that wet bandana in my mouth was leaving a really sour taste now, pissing me off even more.

At first, I had no idea what this guy was doing while I sat in that chair completely helpless. Was he just leering at me? Plotting? Was he pleasuring himself in front of me? I tried expelling every creepy thought my imagination could come up with and focus on the problem. I needed to get free, and I needed to do it now.

I started struggling, twisted my wrists every which way to find some slack to pull on, a knot to untie and make my escape. But the more I pulled and twisted, the tighter the ropes were getting. I have no idea how my wife knew how to tie knots, but the ungrateful wench finally proved to be good at something. In the meantime, I had no idea what the hell this guy who found me was doing. I continued to struggle until I heard a strange sound in the room. It sounded like a light whoosh going across the floor, and after a few moments, it finally dawned on me what was happening. This guy was sweeping the floor while I sat here bound and gagged at his mercy.

***

Despite the fun I was having with Mr. Brandt, I still had a job to do. So I broke out the broom and started sweeping around my clearly irritated captive. Every so often I would stop and listen to him plead through that mass of tape covering his mouth, making every single word he uttered completely inaudible. Once he realized I wasn’t listening to him, he would return to struggling. That was even more fun to watch. He turned his body and limbs in every direction imaginable considering his limited range of motion. And even though I couldn’t see the frustration in his eyes, it was evident.

After I finished sweeping, Mr. Brandt said something in his breath that almost sounded like begging, or at least, that’s what I chose to hear. I thought he was finally starting to break down, which was exactly what I wanted him to feel. I wanted him to feel what it was like to be someone like me, someone who looked at a rich man like him and felt completely insignificant and helpless. Clearly this was an extreme situation, but knowing the roles were reversed and he was finally realizing it gave me a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Someone was finally reaching through that arrogant, pompous exterior and exposing Mr. Brandt for being just like everyone else.

I thought at this time, I could untie him and he would’ve learned his lesson…but I wasn’t done cleaning yet. So I pulled out the vacuum and started cleaning the carpet. Little did I know how much more spunk Mr. Brandt had left in him, because he started thrashing and complaining the minute I turned on the vacuum. Clearly there was more he needed to learn.

***

First sweeping, and now vacuuming? I couldn’t take any more of this insolence, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was clear this guy was enjoying himself, enjoying watching me suffer. And if there’s one thing I find completely demeaning, it’s showing weakness in front of another human being. I kept trying to break free of the ropes, but nothing was working. I filled my mouth up with more saliva than ever before in hopes of wetting the tape enough to slide it off my lips, but that didn’t work either. That stupid bandana was soaking up most of the saliva, and even if I got the tape wet enough, it felt like there were miles of it around my mouth. I even tried raising my eyebrows up and down in hopes of slipping the blindfold off. Nothing was working…and this guy was just vacuuming around me. He even lifted my feet by the ropes that held them together to clean the carpet under them.

This wasn’t funny to begin with, but firing this guy wasn’t going to be enough now. Now I was his special guest, even if he wasn’t the one who tied me up and left me in that other room. This was takening, and the police were going to be involved once I was free.

***

By this point, I was pretty much done cleaning up the office. I looked over at a very exasperated, tired and very angry Mr. Brandt and contemplated my next move. Obviously, I couldn’t untie him now. Not only would I lose my job, but I’d probably wind up in jail. Sure, I didn’t take him to begin with, but holding him here like this was clearly some kind of offense in the eyes of the law. So, I grabbed the chair, which luckily was on wheels, and wheeled it and Mr. Brandt back into the facilities closet.

I was sure it wouldn’t be hard for Mr. Brandt to figure out who was cleaning this twentieth floor tonight. My keycard would prove I was here. However, I had a plan to take care of that. When I came to work tomorrow, I would put in a request for a new keycard and explain that my keycard went missing shortly after arriving for work tonight. Between that and the fact that Mr. Brandt never saw my face, I thought that would be enough to cover my tracks.

I closed the facilities closet door and headed out the office. I stopped before leaving just to listen to Mr. Brandt’s muffled screams for one last time. And in those final pleading cries, I thought to myself…I think he’s finally learned his lesson.

***

I couldn’t call the cops on him. I could easily find out who cleaned this floor tonight, but involving the police would only mean making this entire embarrassment public knowledge. I couldn’t do that to myself. My credibility would take a serious hit. And I couldn’t bring this up to my lawyers either for the same reason. Skyler and this idiot who left me here were going to get away with this…maybe. It all depended on whether or not I could free before the morning shift arrived.

I continued to find a way out of the damn ropes, but nothing was working. As the night wore on and my energy depleted, I started to wonder what I did to deserve this. Then I thought of Consuela, the scuba diver, and the countless other women I treated like objects that were used and discarded. I thought about my mystery rescuer who didn’t rescue me at all. Was he someone I mistreated, too? Maybe I should really think about how I treat other people before…

Screw that. I needed to get the hell out of here before the morning. I started struggling with all the energy I had as the dark, endless minutes ticked away in my mind.

Model: Joe

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 4-25-2015