Alone in the Break Room

I'm not one to explore kinks outside what my partner and I have agreed on. But there's this thing about getting tied up while doing inventory, just for a minute or two, with nobody around but me. It’s silly, I know. Sometimes, when it’s quiet at work and I’m alone in the break room, I’ll prop myself against a shelf, wrists bound by anything that comes to hand, tape, ribbon, even wrapping paper ties, and let my mind wander back to the times we’ve tried something like this together. My heart pounds as I imagine him standing behind me now instead of empty shelves, hands guiding mine away from myself. It’s so lonely here without anyone else around to share it with.