Alone in self-bondage, the knife to cut myself free across the room, I could only moan through my gag when the door opened and my boss walked in.
"Sorry, wrong room," he said, tipsy, before he realized what he'd walked in on. "Oh," he said, shut the door, "oh indeed."
"Gffmmmmm," I struggled, belatedly realizing by struggling I was wiggling my ass, putting on a display.
"Well, if you insist," he started to unbuckle his belt.