I’ve been lurking on [r/gonewildstories](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/) for a little while, and thought this month’s contest was the perfect nudge for my first post – because my favorite sexual and tale-worthy encounter happened at work. It’s an encounter based in frustration, in pent-up excitement, in long, fulfilling release.
A bit about me: I’m genderfluid, female passing, and a shibari rigger. This means I’m a rope top. I tie people. Like all good perverts devoted to a sexual craft I can’t stay long without broaching the subject, and the rule held true during this weird, inexplicable, awesome summer job. (The job itself was alright. It was the bondage that made it fantastic.)
So here I was, two weeks in, discussing fetishes with my coworkers because, one, it’s kind of my thing and, two, because my colleagues were pleasantly sex and kink-friendly. We were a team of five people. My manager was a tall, was-kinda-buff-in-the-days guy, and the girls who worked alongside me were copy-pasted versions of the petite works-in-advertizing cutie archetype. Smaller than me, thin, supple, long hair, good clothes, two loud brunettes and one quiet blonde – the intern. She was finishing her master in journalism and you could see she had sacrificed her social life for her studies: While we were recounting tales of hookups and sexual friendships, she was shrinking in her seat and ogling the floor. You could see the nape of her neck and the straps of her bra underneath her slightly see-through top.