Ava adjusted her apron of her maid's uniform, her perky breasts straining against the thin fabric as she wiped down the dusty room. The uniform, a barely-there ensemble of a short skirt, a low-cut top, and thigh-high stockings, left l*ttle to the imagination.

She sighed, as her cloth trailed over the surfaces, leaving faint streaks in the dust. Cleaning this place was a never-ending battle, and today, the air felt heavier than usual, the dust clinging to her skin like a second layer.

Latina is Ava's boss, a strict and dominating Latina woman. She is tall, attractive, with dark hair, and big, brown eyes. She has a no-nonsense attitude and is not afraid to use discipline when it comes to her employees.

Latina entered the room,

“Ava, what is this? Do you c*ll this clean?. You're not even trying.”

Ava's cheeks flushed, her heart sinking. Latina's eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable. “Hours? And this is all you've managed? You're slacking, Ava. I've had lazy cleaners before, and I will not stand for it. Maybe you need a lesson in discipline.”

Before Ava could protest, she was bound in rope with her hands behind her back, her uniform was already riding up, exposing her thighs and perky *ss.

Latina ignored her pleas, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Ava was now frog-tied, her hands secured behind her back, her elbows pulled down to push her chest out. The position was humiliating, her breasts pushed forward, the thin fabric of her uniform unable to contain them.

Ava opened her mouth to argue, but with a swift motion, Latina gagged Ava, pressing a b*ll gag into her mouth and securing it tightly. Ava's eyes widened in shock, her muffled protests echoing through the room.

Struggle all you want,” Latina said, her voice cold. You're going to learn what happens when you don't take your job seriously.”

She was left alone, her body bound and exposed, She tried to c*ll for help, but her cries were reduced to muffled grunts, the b*ll gag silencing and causing her to drool.

The minutes dragged on, each one a t*rment as Ava struggled against her bonds. Her uniform was a mess, her skirt hiked up, her breasts spilling out of the top. . She tried to shift her weight, but the frog tie kept her firmly in place.

When Latina finally returned, Ava's hopes soared, only to be dashed as her boss smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of her struggling maid. Without a word, Latina approached, her fingers trailing lightly over Ava's exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine and began to tickle her soles Ava's body j*rked, her laughter muffled by the gag as she squirmed, her breasts jiggling with every movement. Latina teased. “Maybe I'll keep you like this all day. See how well you clean then.”

Ava's struggles intensified, her body twisting as she tried to escape the tickling. But Latina was merciless, her fingers tracing patterns on Ava's feet, her waist, her thighs. The sensation was overwhelming, her laughter turning into helpless gasps.

Finally, Latina stopped, her breath coming in short bursts as she leaned back, clearly amused. . She reached for another length of rope, her eyes glinting with determination.

Latina began to tie the maids ankles together with the rope, securing them tightly. Ava's body was now even more restricted, her movements limited to squirming and writhing. Latina stood, stepping back to admire her handiwork, smacking Ava's exposed *ss, Ava let out a muffled cry, her body j*rking in response, her breasts bouncing from the impact.

“Now, struggle some more,” Latina said, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Maybe you'll learn your lesson after all.”

Ava's widened as Latina turned and walked away, leaving her alone once more. Her body was a mess of sensations—the tightness of the ropes, the ache in her muscles, the humiliation of her exposed state. She tried to c*ll out, but her cries were muffled, her struggles futile.

As the minutes ticked by, Ava's desperation grew.

For now, though, all she could do was wait, her body bound and exposed, her cries silenced by the gag. And as she struggled, her breasts heaving with every movement, she knew this was only the beginning

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