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The Chair

By: Chrissy Larkin



Sarah slowly reached below the desk, unlaced her sneakers and pulled them off her feet. Next came her socks, one by one, which she tucked into her shoes. With both feet bare, she lowered them on to the thick, plush carpet. Slowly, she brushed the bottom's of her feet back and forth. The rich, plush pile felt wonderful.

Sarah gazed back at the computer on the desk and, once again, set to work. But it wasn't long before her mind began to wonder. This was just the fourth time she had been to Kathryn's apartment, but the first time she had been left alone. The urge to explore was growing stronger.

It was one week ago when Sarah, in between jobs, saw an ad for a French translator, part-time work. When she called, a woman with a English accent answered and said she needed someone who could translate some business correspondence. "I'd do it myself, but I just don't have the time," she added.

The next day, Sarah rode into Manhattan on the subway from her home in Queens. She glanced at the address again and realized that it was located on the city's Gold Coast, near Park Avenue. Sure enough, the building was one of those elegant, prewar apartment towers, with an exterior of mixed stone and brick, a beautiful lobby trimmed with polished brass and glowing wood, and a uniformed doorman who signed her in.

When Kathryn opened the door to her apartment and introduced herself, Sarah was surprised to see her employer wasn't English at all, but in fact Middle Eastern. She was Sarah's height and seemed close to her age, but the similarities ended there. Kathryn had long, thick brown hair down to her shoulders. Her eyes were shaped like almonds and colored an exotic green. Her nose and cheeks were perfectly proportioned, while her mouth was wide and broke easily into a smile that revealed pretty, white teeth. The lips were sensual and gleamed with lustrous red lipstick.

She was wearing a beautifully embroidered, white peasant shirt and a simple, black hem skirt that stopped just above her knees. The rest of her legs were shapely, with thin ankles and small feet. She wore no shoes. Through the gauzy, translucent shirt, Sarah could make out the swell of her breasts and the dark aureoles of her nipples.

Sarah's heart began to flutter as she gazed for just a slight moment at this most extraordinary-looking woman. Afraid she was staring, she quickly looked around and realized she was in one of those fabulous New York apartments that show up on the pages of interior design magazines from time to time. The place was breathtaking: high ceilings, a beautiful wood floor that gleamed between the expensive Persian carpets that lay scattered about and furniture and artwork that spoke of money, lots of money.

Kathryn led Sarah to her study, explaining why she needed her services and what she wanted Sarah to do. The work looked easy. Straightforward French to English translations of business letters and documents, something Sarah was quite good at. The study was nothing like what Sarah had ever seen. The furniture seemed to be made out of beautiful walnut or mahogany -- she wasn't quite sure which -- but not done in that traditional, club-style men prefer. There was a lightness and elegance to their shape and features. Bookshelves rose to the ceiling in richly carved wood and were filled with books covering a wide range of subjects.

Sarah sat down at the desk and Kathryn handed her the first documents that needed translating. As she leaned over to explain what she wanted done, her breast, it's soft shape pressing against the gauze of the peasant shirt, brushed, then bumped against Sarah's arm. At the same time, Kathryn's long hair grazed Sarah's cheek. All of these little contacts set Sarah's heart beating at a fast clip. But best of all was Kathryn's scent. She had the most exotic, warm smell that seemed to seep out when she bent over to speak. Shy, yet enthralled by this woman, Sarah could only manage to nod in agreement to Kathryn's remarks, as the documents she clutched in her hands shook slightly.

She hardly spoke that first day, feeling as if she was in the presence of some female goddess. Kathryn was everything Sarah wished she could be, but wasn't. Her Middle Eastern background made her mysterious. Yet, at the same time, she was beautiful, witty, urbane, sophisticated and very rich. Where did the money come from, wondered Sarah. From the little scraps of information she gleaned during the translations, it appeared that Kathryn was involved in some kind of international marketing business, but it seemed somehow small, even petty. Not the kind of business that could support a huge apartment on Park Avenue. No, it must be family money, perhaps from oil, Sarah guessed.

The next day, Sarah opened up a little bit more and Kathryn chatted amiably before work got underway. She found out that Kathryn was originally from Lebanon. Her family wasn't in oil, but in real estate. She had gone to school in England and Switzerland and spoke several languages. Her father had recently died and now her brothers ran the family business. Kathryn never said, but Sarah guessed she must have inherited a sizable chunk of the estate.

By the third day, Sarah realized she was infatuated with Kathryn. Riding the subway home that evening after work, she couldn't stop thinking about this woman who seemed from another world. As the subway cars rumbled along, Sarah sat daydreaming, staring out the window into the black tunnel. Drifting in and out of her imagination were bits and pieces of Kathryn's beauty: the sheen in her thick, wavy hair, the almond-shaped eyes, the pear-shaped breasts, even the exquisitely manicured fingernails. But always, always that scent of her body lingered in her nostrils. Sarah closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to kiss Kathryn's thick lips and to slowly peel off her clothes, to be able to gaze at her wonderfully proportioned body with its light brown-colored skin and to smell up close that musky scent.

Now, on only her fourth day of work, Sarah was left alone, hunched over the desk, her bare feet dipping into the thick, soft pile rug in the study. At first, she was a bit upset, not to have Kathryn around so she could steal glimpses of her. But then she reckoned it was a good sign. She trusts me, thought Sarah, so maybe she likes me.

After an hour, Sarah was nearly done working. Kathryn hadn't given her enough work to do and she wasn't due back for at least another hour. Unable to resist, she decided to kill some time by exploring the rest of the apartment, none of which she had seen. She entered the living room first and found it incredible. It was richly furnished, with the chairs and couches covered in warm, colorful fabrics. On the walls hung numerous paintings, all of which looked to be original art. Some were still-lifes, others were abstract paintings that had a certain sensuousness that Sarah liked. The walls were covered with a an unusually textured paper, probably something imported from Europe. The windows went down nearly to the floor, and were sheathed in drapes of a light fabric that moved ever so slightly in the air blowing through the vent in the floor

Then Sarah headed down a hall, past the richly appointed dining room and opened a door. It was Kathryn's bedroom. The bed immediately grabbed her eye. It seemed enormous compared to hers. She walked over to it, pulled back the cover slightly and saw pastel-colored silk sheets. Then Sarah stepped over to the closet and opened the door. Out came a smell of clothes made from rich and expensive fabrics, mingling with that exotic scent of Kathryn's body.

Sarah stood there for a moment, breathing deeply. She could feel her hand, still gripping the closet door's handle, start to sweat. The clothes were beautiful with dresses, shirts, skirts and pants made from the finest cotton, wool, satin, and silks. Sarah knew where she had to look next.

She walked over to Kathryn's bureau and began opening drawers. Quickly she found what she was looking for: the most beautiful collection of bras, panties, slips and camisoles, all made in Europe, all made from the highest quality material. As her fingers glided over the luxurious underwear, Sarah began to shake. She couldn't control her thoughts anymore. She knew she had to do something, to fill her growing hunger, her gnawing desire.

Quickly, she began to take off her clothes. She looked with disdain at them, purchased from a local discount department store. When she placed them on the floor in a small pile the clothes looked like cheap rags. Sarah stood for a moment in the room, realizing she didn't know what she was doing. Never before had she acted so impulsively, poking her way through somebody else's home, and now she was stark naked. Why, she wondered. There was no rational answer. She was simply responding to her senses, her desires.

Sarah returned to Kathryn's drawer and pulled out some pale blue satin panties. She lifted the crotch to her nose and breathed in deeply. Sure enough, she detected a hint of a wondrous smell that only comes from a woman. As if to confirm, Sarah reached down between her legs and brushed her fingers across the lips of her already wet slit and then brought them up to her nostrils. She smiled.

Next, Sarah picked up a silk camisole. Never had she felt something so soft, smooth and delicate. She slowly drew the camisole across her breasts and closed her eyes, taking in the marvelous sensation of the silk on her skin. She stroked herself several more times with the camisole until her nipples were almost quivering from their rapid erection.

She decided to wear the camisole top and then picked out a pretty satin thong, edged in fine lace and put it on. She went over to Kathryn's dressing table to see how she looked in the mirror. She saw the same shy, timid girl she had always been, but the beautiful lingerie made her feel special. Glancing down at the dressing table, she touched the different bottles of creams, lotions and perfumes, smelling them to see if any resembled that musky smell of Kathryn's.

Sarah took off the camisole and thong, placed them back in the drawer, then sat down at Kathryn's dressing table. For the next several minutes, she played with Kathryn's toiletries, trying to come as close to her as possible: brushing her hair with Kathryn's brushes, applying her makeup, even painting her nails with Kathyrn's nail polish. At one point, she splashed some expensive perfume on her nipples and between her legs. She was tingling badly down there now, but wasn't quite ready to touch herself. Something was needed to make the moment complete and connected to Kathryn.

Then Sarah noticed the chair. It was a bean-bag chair, the color, an electric blue. It was an odd piece of furniture in an apartment filled with some of the most refined and expensive furniture Sarah had ever seen. She walked over and touched it. It gave slightly and felt warm from the morning sun that had been shining on it. Sarah got down and sat on it. It quickly conformed to her shape. The vinyl felt smooth against her skin. She turned over and the bag, with its loose beans, readjusted to her new position. She spread her legs and then slowly closed them. The beanbag filled in between her thighs like the part of another person's body, its warmth felt like a hand pressing up against her sex.

Sarah wrapped her arms around the chair, pulling it towards her in an embrace. A faintly familiar aroma touched her nostrils that made her sigh and brush her lips against the vinyl in a delicate kiss. In her mind, she saw Kathryn's beautiful face. Again she breathed in, and again, each time Kathryn's wonderful womanly scent seemed to waft up from the vinyl in stronger doses, making it seem as if Sarah were embracing the very woman herself.

She lay still for a moment, her pale skin standing out in stark contrast against the vibrant blue. Then, slowly, she began to rub her loins against the vinyl, flexing her thighs, squeezing the chair between her legs. She felt the vinyl become wet and slippery as the nectar from inside her began to drip out.

Soon, Sarah was sliding her hips back and forth across the soft, mushy chair. Her clit was inflamed by the friction and the wetness. Meanwhile she held part of the chair tightly in her arms, her lips and tongue kissing and licking the warm material. Sarah closed her eyes and soon she was making love to Kathryn, kissing her sensuous mouth, touching her hair, cupping her breasts in her hands, all the time grinding her sex against Kathryn's warm skin, with it's powerful scent of the Middle East.

Within several minutes, Sarah's hips were moving rapidly, rolling and humping against the soft, malleable beanbag with great intensity. She could feel herself losing control, as the image, smell and sensation of Kathryn became more and more real. Already breathing rapidly, Sarah began to moan with each breath.

As the excitement reached its crescendo, the moans turned into words: "Oh Kathryn, I love you. I love you, Kathy. I love you," Sarah cried out softly as her pelvis shook, her muscles contracted and liquid oozed out of her, trickling down the crevices of the chair. Finally Sarah's naked body stopped writhing and lay sprawled across the vinyl bag. As the orgasm slowly subsided, she breathed in hoarse moans and sweat poured off her hot, quaking body, matting her stringy hair to her back and shoulders.

Eventually, her breathing quieted and her heart rate dropped, Sarah began to hear the faint sound of car traffic outside the window and then the telltale creak of the floor. She realized she wasn't alone.

She turned her head and saw Kathryn leaning against the door with a seductive smile on her face. "Extraordinary chair, isn't it," she said. "Now you can probably guess why I haven't thrown the ugly thing out!"

- The End -

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Comments are always welcome.

The Chair



My eyes open to the sunlight streaming across my pillow. I smile when I feel the warmth of your arms around me and your deep, even breathing.  I smile even wider when I think of the slow, achingly sweet love making of the previous night. I can tell from your deep, even breathing that you are still in dreamland and will be for a while.

I carefully slide out from under your arm, shivering as the chill hits my bare skin where your arm had previously been.  I slide into my slippers and robe and shuffle off to the kitchen. Careful to be quiet and not disturb you, I go about finding and making coffee and some breakfast.

I manage to finish breakfast without waking you. I carefully arrange everything on a tray and carry it back to the bed. As I put the tray down on the nightstand, you groan and turn in your sleep.

I stand there, watching you as you sleep. The effect you have on me takes my breath away even when you are still and peaceful. It's all I can do not to reach out and touch you.

I climb onto the bed and crawl over to you, leaning into you. I softly kiss your cheek....you smile. My tongue gently traces the contours of your lips...you groan. I kiss your lips and whisper "Good morning, my Angel." Your eyes open and the smile returns to your face.

"Good morning, Sweetheart."

You stretch...and I stare...not bashfully...at your incredibly sexy body. My eyes resting on your already hard cock (there is something to be said for that "morning hard-on"). I hear you chuckle, "Didn't you get enough of that last night?"

I lean in close, my lips against your ear and breath, "I haven't even begun."

I hear your sharp intake of breath and know my words hit home. I spring back and grab the tray with breakfast. I sit, quite innocently, cross-legged across from you and start handing you a plate and utensils.

We eat a pleasant breakfast, chatting about anything and everything.

As I start cleaning the dishes, you disappear into the bathroom. I quickly finish what I'm doing in the kitchen and start to set up the room for my surprise.

You come out of the bathroom a little while later and see a chair sitting in the middle of bedroom, handcuffs hanging off of each arm of the chair. Your one eyebrow rises as you look at me with a question in your eyes. I'm lying on the bed, naked, waiting patiently for you.

I nod toward the chair and ask you to please sit down...and trust me.

You do as I ask without question, an idea of what's coming already getting your cock hard again.

I kneel next to the chair and bring your right hand to my lips. I take one finger deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around your fingertip. You are so intent on what my mouth is doing, you don't even notice that I have fastened the one handcuff around your right wrist already.nor do you care. I repeat the same motions with your left hand, my tongue moving to the sensitive palm of your hand. I see goose bumps moving up your arm when my tongue moves on your skin.

Once I have you secured to the chair, I stand up in front of you...and very satisfied grin on my face. "I've wanted you in this position for a LONG time! Completely at my mercy." You give me a wary look.

I lean on the arms of the chair, and start my assault on your senses. My tongue travels over every inch of you. I finally rest on my knees between your parted legs, your hard cock inches from my lips.

I take the first taste slowly. My tongue moves over your hot skin, leaving a glistening trail of wetness. I slide my lips over the throbbing head and hear your gasp as the heat of my mouth hits you. I slowly slide down the full length of you, stopping only when my lips are buried deep in your pubic hair. I stay there, holding you deep, letting you feel the heat surrounding you.

I hear the chains of the handcuffs rattle and see your hands clenched in fists as I slide slowly up, wrapping my tongue around you as I go.

Your hands might be tied, but your hips are not. You thrust your hips upward, pushing your cock down my throat. I groan...loving it when you fuck my mouth hard, feeling the power of you taking over.

But, after a few moments, I feel your body tensing as you are ready to cum, but I'm not ready for you to enjoy that yet. Without your hands to hold me there, I easily stand up, giggling at your obvious disappointment.

I straddle the chair easily and hold myself high enough that just the tip of your throbbing cock is touching my dripping pussy. You can feel the heat on your cock.

I look into your eyes and the look you give me makes me catch my breath, so intense, so full of need. I lower myself and the tip of your cock easily slides inside me. The feeling of having you inside me again makes my legs week, causing me to lower further until you are completely inside me, throbbing. I wrap my arms around you and hold you, the two of us still, savoring the feel of each other again.

I start to move, slowly at first, riding you on the chair, my hands on your chest, my nails digging into your skin. Your hands have a vice grip on the arms of the chair as I slowly slide up and down on you. I ride you slow and steady, making sure not to make you cum, but having a hard time controlling my own reactions to the feel of you inside me.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, I turn my back to you and start riding you backwards. I lean back against your chest, my head on your shoulder as you thrust into me. A new wave of sensation hits both of us with this new position. You can feel my breath coming fast against your ear as you struggle to control the explosion that is building. I reach up behind us and wrap my arms around you, thrusting my breasts up and into your line of vision. I see you lick you lips, knowing you are wishing your tongue was long enough to reach my hard nipples.

"Sweetheart..." I can hear the warning in your voice, knowing that I have no intention of stopping now. I can feel your muscles tense against me and then feel the warm spurts of fluid flowing into me as you bury your head in my neck, your groans muffled in my hair.

We don't move right away, both of us just enjoying the sensations. Finally you sigh and say, "NOW can you uncuff me so I can have some payback?"

I just smile and get up. I kneel down between your legs again and start to clean you with my mouth, gently and carefully....just enough to have you hissing through your teeth at me.

I go to the kitchen and get you a cup of coffee. I uncuff one hand so you can hold the coffee mug, but have to do a side step when you hand instantly tries to grab me. I hand you the coffee cup from a distance, smiling. Frustrated, you grab the coffee and take a few sips.

I take the coffee mug back and re-cuff your hand. I put the coffee mug down and sit on the edge of the bed facing you. I spread my legs for your view. My shaved pussy is still red and glistening from earlier. I lay back and pull up my knees so you have a clear view of what I'm about to do.

I reach down between my legs and start to slowly caress myself. You can see my fingers slide between my bare lips. You can see the wetness dripping down between my ass cheeks. I spread my lips to make sure you see everything as I gently rub my clit.

I hear you groan.

You watch as my finger disappears inside me, pauses, then slides back out.  I reach behind me and pull out a dildo (from where you have no clue). It's only 6"...no comparison to you...but it's big enough to drive you crazy watching me fuck myself with it. I'm working the dildo with one hand while the fingers of the other are rubbing my clit.

I glance at you and your cock is standing straight up again...begging for attention. I immediately stop and stand up. After all, that was the only reason I was doing that....to drive you crazy.

I reach for a nearby glass and grab a moon-shaped piece of ice. I walked toward you rubbing the tip of the ice cube on my nipple. I hear you moan as my nipple instantly shrivels and hardens. You watch the drops of water fall from my nipple as the heat of my skin melts it.

I bring the ice to my mouth and slowly suck it in. Holding it in my mouth until I am on my knees in front of you. Without removing the ice, I slide my mouth over you. The cold hits you first, then the heat of my mouth. Then the cold again as the ice rubs against you in my mouth, and back to the heat when I move my tongue.

Without stopping my mouth, I reach up and un-cuff you. Your hands are instantly in my hair, pushing me down hard on you. My nails are digging into your thighs as I feel the wetness dripping from my pussy down my leg.

You suddenly let go and pull my head up. "Not yet, Sweetheart"

You stand, pulling me up with you. Your mouth is on mine, your tongue ravishing my mouth. I don't realize that you are actually walking us backward until I feel the edge of the bed against the back of my knees.

You grab my shoulders and turn me around, forcing me to bend over until my elbows are resting on the bed. I feel the tip of your cock slide between my ass cheeks, and then feel the pressure against my anus. You reach up and grab the hair on the back of my head, pulling my head backward as you slide your cock into my ass. You pull me back further as you slam into me, fucking me hard. Your other hand reaches around to bury your fingers in my pussy. 

A few thrusts and we are both cumming hard. You collapse over top of me, your hot breath on my back. My knees quivering from the force of the orgasm and I'm struggling not to collapse myself.

We both clean up and climb back into bed. Both spent and tired. Good thing it's a Saturday! We can rest and start all over again...this time with me handcuffed to the chair.... 



The Chair



I watched your breathing change after I put the blindfold on you. Your arms were bound behind you. You looked so strong, yet so vulnerable as you sat there. The white ropes against your tanned skin seemed to glow. Each cable placed so carefully around your chest, binding you to the chair.

You didn't struggle.

You didn't move.

You didn't even shift your body as I finished securing your legs to the chair.

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The idea of placing you in full bondage had been rolling around in my mind for a while. The desire to see your powerfully built body helpless was calling to me. Chaining you to the wall, seeing the cuffs on your wrists and the "V" of your back.... It makes me wet just thinking about it, planning it, doing it. But I wanted more.

Had we built enough trust? Was it time yet? Could you wrap your mind around doing what you said you wanted to do? I wasn't sure, but I knew I craved it.

I saw the chair a while ago when I backed my car into the garage. Metal. Strong. Elegant. I found my inspiration. I envisioned you on the chair, your torso tied to it, arms, legs and ankles lashed to the frame. Was it time?

I fantasized about you, vulnerable to my touch, not knowing when and where I would touch you. You, not knowing if I would be soft and sensual or if the sadist would take over.

Oh it would be so tempting to have a naked helpless body to torment. The thought was driving me mad with desire.

And then you brought the idea up again on the way back to my house. I could tell you were ready, that you wanted it like I did. It was time.

When we got home, you helped me put on the latex gloves. The sweet gift you gave me the first night we played. It took some time to get them on. We used that time to talk about the scene. I asked you what your fantasy was for doing this and you told me you wanted to have a blow job while you were tied up.

That made me giggle. You were so cute and such a man.

I was so excited when we went upstairs. I was so excited that I forgot my plan and started to tie you up at once. While I was knotting the first layer, I looked up and saw the butt plug across the room. How could I have forgotten? You do that to me, intoxicate me, make me forget simple things.

I untied you and told you to stand up. You didn't look happy when I reached for the butt plug and told you to bend over. I guess that wasn't part of your blow job fantasy,

I penetrated you with it. No build up. No ceremony. Nothing. You are mine. I wanted you to feel me in you and around you. In control of your body.

I bound you again to the chair, your chest first. Laying the ropes around you, like a brutal hug, made my heart beat faster and my hands shake.

So delicious you looked, I swear I bit you.

I can't recall the exact way I tied you. My hands took on a life of their own -- pulling and twisting, caressing your body with the rope. I pulled your arms back behind you and lashed your wrists together. I blindfolded you at that point, taking your sight as I took your mobility. You breathed deeply and seemed to relax into the restraints and enjoy them.

Your hard thighs were neatly bound to the chair. I ran my hands over your body and licked the tip of your thick cock. You shuddered and got harder.

I took pictures of you when I finished. You were bound chest to foot in rope. You looked amazing. I was on fire with desire for you. I wanted to climb on top you and feel your cock in me.

But I didn't.

I ran my hands over your body to feel your warm skin and rough hair. I rubbed myself on you and asked you what you wanted. Your response was, "Do I have to say?"

Of course you had to answer me, was there any doubt? I asked again and said you wanted me to suck on your cock. You made me giggle and you made me wet. You were sitting in front of me tied to chair, with a butt plug in your ass and a blind fold on and you were asking for sexual favors. You were adorable.

I nibbled your lips and kissed you deeply. I replaced my lips with your ball gag and took a seat. I sat and watched you for a full five minutes. You didn't move much but I could see you changing. You were breathing deeply and looked like you were relaxing, but you seemed more intense. I just sat and watched you. The house was quiet and so were we.

I moved and you flinched. You were alert for me. It was so difficult to decide what to do first, where to touch you first. I rubbed your shoulder and you trembled beneath my touch. I could feel your heart racing. I was cuming in my pants.

We spent almost an hour and a half like this, full of sensual touches and licks and nibbles. I enjoyed your body, I sucked your cock, I hope I left you wanting for more...



The Chair



This will be my tenth submission. I've had a few people suggest I give my characters names. I chose not to do this because I want people to visualize themselves in my stories. Or picture who ever they wish the characters to be in the stories.

This story is very special to me. This was a collaboration of sorts. It actually was an online cyber session, which took us over a week to complete. I decided to turn it into a story. I hope you enjoy it. 

Dedicated to the man who inspired it and continues to spark and ignite my inspirations.



Evilly grins as I think about what I'm going to do. Each step very carefully planned out in my head. 

I pull out a dresser drawer. Rummaging around in it for the dark purple colored silk negligee. Chuckling in delight as I find it. Slipping it over my head. Letting it settle along my body and curves. I twist and turn my body, looking at myself in front of the mirror from various angles. Feeling the silky soft material swish and swirl along my skin. Turning at the waist, peeking over my shoulder, getting a look at the back of it. My back is entirely bare. The material of the negligee starts at the very top of the curve of my ass and it ends right below it.  

I turn around to face the mirror. My nipples are hard and are protruding against the silky material. Swishes my hips and smiles as I watch the silky material skim along the top of my thighs. Watching it settle against my skin, as the silky dark shimmering material ends right below my pussy. Blushes as I realize there is just enough material to barely cover it, 

Scans the room for the five silk scarves. Locates them and gathers them up. 

I walk over to the chair. Turning it so the back is facing me and is pressed up against my stomach. Drapes the scarves over the back of it. Gathers up two of the scarves and bends d own positioning my legs against each back leg of the chair. I Tie and secure each ankle with the scarves to the corresponding leg of the chair. 

I grab another scarf and wrap it around my left wrist, securing it. Then does the same to my right wrist.  Grabs the final scarf, folding it lengthwise a few times, creating a blindfold. Lifts it and ties it around my head. Checks to make sure I cannot see.

Inhales a deep breath and bends over the back of the chair. Places my left wrist to the left front leg of the chair. Securely tying my wrist. Moves over to tie my right wrist and realizes I have forgotten something. 

Twists my body halfway. Reaches behind me with my one untied arm. Gathers a handful of material within my fingers, and bunches the negligee in the small of my back, Shivers slightly as the cool air of the room wafts across my exposed bare rounded ass. 

I lean back over the chair and secure my right wrist. I grab the loose end of the scarf and hold it between my teeth. Tying it around the leg of the chair. Tugs and pulls at each of the bindings. Ensuring they are nice and snug, 

Inhales another breath and waits. My heart thumps away in my chest. Squirms as the back of the chair digs into my ribs. 

Jumps as I hear the soft thump of his lunchbox hit the floor. ; Tilts my head as I hear his keys slide across the counter. Nibbles on my bottom lip as I wait. Smiles as I hear his quick intake of breath. I imagine his blue eyes widen in delightful surprise at seeing me bent over the chair. I know his lips would then curl into a slight smile as he realizes I am tied to it. His smile turning into a sneer as he realizes I'm helpless and at his complete mercy.

I can hear the lust in his voice as he speaks. "Man....well....wellllllllll....." His last word is drawn out as he surveys the situation. My flesh warms. I would bet he has slowly rimmed his lips with his tongue during this time.

I softly whimper as I feel his hand glide across the curve of my ass cheek. I shift my feet. Lifting up onto the balls of my feet, pushing my rounded cheeks up against the palm of his hand. Blushes as I hear him=2 0speak again. 

"What do we have here? Seems someone has left me a present."

Turns my head and tosses it as I try to get the hair out of my face. My heart thuds harder and faster in my chest. The pounding is extremely loud in my ears. The back of the chair digging even more into my ribs and chest as my breathing gets heavier and increases. I remain quiet and wait. 

Jumps and yelps at the unexpected smack on my left cheek. My skin instantly warms where he just smacked me. Blushes more at hearing his words. 

"Mmmm, fuck... If I had known this was waiting for me, I would have left work a lot earlier".

I still remain quiet as my head swarms with lots of snitty snotty smart-assed retorts. Instead, I very quietly chuckle under my breath. 

I softly moan and arch my back. Pushing my ass out even a bit further as his hand slides under me and his fingers graze across my wet bare slit. I tug at the tied restraints. Dropping my head back down. Exhaling a frustrated breath.

His large rough hand rubs back and forth over my damp slick bare pussy. Full aware he's teasing me.

I respond with a soft muffled moan. I wiggling and squirming as his hand and fingers continue to teases back and forth over my wet slit, 

His warm breath wafts against my ear as he speaks. " Honey....I'm hommmme!!!!"

I giggle at his words. My reply is short and quick. "Yeah, like I've never heard that one before." I even rolls my eyes, not that he can see them. I hear his deep chuckle at my cheeky retort. I knowing at some point I'll pay for it.

My words are immediately followed by a loud groan as his fingers=2 0slides up my wet slit. 

His thick fingers part the slick puffy lips. His middle finger rimming and teasing my warm wet entrance, He then slides his now wet coated fingers up to my already hard aching clit. 

I whimper the instant he makes contact. My body shudders. I bite down on the inner cheek of my mouth and, dropping my head again. 

His finger circles over it, applying more pressure with each pass. 

My pussy clenches with each circle of his finger.

The slight scrapings of the chair are heard as I squirm and shift under his ministrations. A futile attempt as I try and move my legs further apart. 

I groan again. My breath catches in my throat as he continues to rub my throbbing hard clit. I'm clenching and unclenching my hands. 

His hand slips under my negligee. His fingers close around my pert nipple and pinch it.

"Oh god fuckkkk." I utter. 

I moan loudly as he tugs then twists the rock hard nipple. I yelp and jump as he smacks the other bare cheek.  Purposely clenches my cunt.  A bit of warm liquid dribbles down along my right inner thigh. I cry out as he slaps my wet cunt. 

"I love that sound, don't you baby?" He asks.

I bite down on my bottom lip and refuse to answer his verbally, but I shake my head no.

I hear the rasp of his zipper and then the rustling of his clothing being shed. I suck in a quick breath and hold it. Squirms in my spot as my cunt clenches a few times. I emit a soft moan as I feel him behind me. 

He drags the swollen tip of his cock up my bare wet slit. 

I stand up on my tiptoes and wiggle my ass. Trying to press and push back against his cock, wanting to feel more of it against me. I whimper as his fingers continue to tease my nipple. Muttering a soft throaty "Ohhh godddd" each time he twists the hard nub. 

He begins to slide his shaft back and forth through my wet slit.  "Fuck, baby....you feel so fucking good." 

I can picture his hard cock splitting the slick wet bare folds of skin. The juices from my cunt coat and cover his cock, making it shiny and slick. I inwardly groan at the thought. I clutch onto the legs of the chair with my hands. 

I push up onto the balls of my feet exposing more of my wet slit to him. This action indicating to him how badly I want his cock in my aching dripping cunt. How badly I crave for him to fuck me so badly as this point. 

He positions his hard cock at my entrance. He expels one long moan as he pushes it inside my warm tight wet cavern.

I groan as his cock enters my pussy. The smooth silky walls squeeze and clench around his dick. My entire body shudders as he impales me with his cock. My grip tightens on the legs of the chair. 

He begins to move his hips back and forth. His well-lubed cock slides easily and effortlessly in and out of my cunt.  

I moan and gasp and shiver with each of his thrusts. I can feel every veined inch of his hard shaft as it slowly pushes in and then pulls out to the tip. My cunt muscles spasm and ripple around his cock. My cunt clamps down tight each time he tugs on my nipple. My warm pussy juices are drizzling down my inner thighs. 

He extends my nipple, pinches it, and then releases it suddenly. 

I whimper in response.

He places his hands upon my hips; His fingers dig into my heated flesh. His thighs smack against my bare ass with each thrust.

I tighten my hold on the legs of the chair as he starts to fuck me harder and faster. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkk yessss....Clench that pussy around my hard cock." 

The aroma of my sex fills the room. My cunt becomes wetter at hearing his lust filled words. 

I am well aware my inner muscles are rippling around his shaft. Contracting each and every time he pushes his cock into me. The chair rocks a bit underneath me as he thrusts. I close my eyes and murmur through pants of breath, "I'm gonna cum." I am barely able to hold out at this point, but know I can't till he allows me. I struggle and am trying desperately not to spiral over that edge 

He growls out between clenched teeth, "Not fucking yet you don't. You don't get off that easily."..

I groan and whimper in exasperation at hearing his answer, I furrow my brow and concentrates harder on not cumming, but I can feels my control and resolve slipping. My entire body is wracked with need. I readjust my grip on the legs of the chair. I bite down even harder on my lower lip. I am determined not to cum, even though I want to badly. 

He decides to change the pace. He teasingly pulls out till just the tip remains inside my quivering cunt. He slowly pushes his cock back in. He grinds up against my backside. 

My whimpers are mixing with my groans as he slowly fucks me. This change is just keeping me teetering right there on that edge. I am aware this is exactly where he wants me. I realize I'm completely helpless and at his utter mercy. 

The chair along with myself is being tilted and lifted off the floor with each thrust of his cock into my cunt. The back of the chair is being pressed tightly under my tits.

His slow fucking is driving me insane. 

I start to beg and plead. 

He taunts me. "Ohh yesss, baby....beg me...beg me to let you cum...but keep in mind, even after you cum, I'm still not done with you, not by a long shot." He continues to slowly thrust into my dripping cunt. His cock completely fills my pussy. Its thick girth is stretching it. He buries the smooth head deeply and holds it there for a few seconds.

I groan each time he slowly pulls out and gasp each time he pushes in. I mutter and murmur "Pleeease...oh god....pleeease," between the groans and moans.

His grip tightens on my hips. His cock begins to slam faster and harder into my wet sopping hot cunt. It clenches around his hard cock like a vise as he slams into me. He slides his hand from my hip over to my clit and he starts to rub it.

I groan, wiggle and squirm. My whimpering gets louder as his finger applies more pressure and he circles it faster upon my clit. I'm now gasping for breath.

He's thrusting in hard. His hips pump at a rapid pace. Slamming his hard cock in my cunt deeply. 

The chair is tipping even further forward with the forceful thrusting.

I am constantly moaning now. My body is squirming against his as he pinches and twists my aching hard clit. I can feels his balls nestle against my dripping slit as he lewdly grinds up against my backside. My cunt is dripping wet. I barely hear hi s question as my mind is swirling.

"Please what?" he sneers.

I whisper through ragged raspy breaths, "Please let me cum."

He instant evil chuckle fills my ears at my request. His deeply embedded cock twitches inside me. "The bratty little honey totally helpless and held at my whim. C'mon on baby. 

Even I know you can beg better than that." He pulls his cock out slightly then thrusts it quickly back in. "Or at least you better." He chuckles again.

I don't find this situation at all funny. I clench my teeth in frustration. I quickly forget my anger as he grinds himself against me. I press and push back against him. I whimper as in doing so just sinks his hard cock in farther, and I almost lose my composure at this point. 

The urge builds. Juices pool and form in my cunt. They surround his cock.

I hear the "Least you better" part. I turn and spat out at him, "I'd better? Oh, you would just love me to beg you. Have me plead and lose all self-control and composure. You'd want me to whimper and whine like some silly wimpy slut, wouldn't you?" 

I gasp as he grips a handful of my hair and tugs on it. 

I become even more defiant. "Well I won't! So there!" 

His fingers tighten in my tousled auburn locks. He pulls harder on them. His other fingers grip my tight little bud. They twist it cruelly. He presses his body weight press against me as he leans over me.

I wince and whimper as he tightens his grip in my locks. I feel him grinding himself harder against my ass. His hard thick cock twitches in my quivering spasming cunt. I utter another gasp as he twists my clit sending an electrical jolt through me. My body shudders and quivers. I turn my head as his lips hover near mine. 

His words coming out in a hiss as he speaks. "You can...and you will," he says forcefully. "It seems you have no choice. Where can you go? What can you do about it? And I know you want and need to cum." 

I listen to him speak. My resolve starts to waiver and break. I realize he is right and that I am stuck. I sigh. The want, the craving, the need, the desire to cum is just too overpowering at this point.

He presses his lips to mine in a hard kiss. Thrusting his tongue briefly between my lips. He murmurs against them, "Now BEG me like you mean it!" 

Any ideas or thoughts of fighting with him anymore dissipate once he presses his lips roughly to mine. I quickly part my lips. Sliding my tongue into his mouth. Swirling it over his. Knowing I've now lost. I've given in completely. 

The heady kiss ends. 

A small bead of sweat trickles down the valley of my breasts. 

I nods and takes a deep breath. I rim my lips with my tongue before speaking. I make sure I say my words loudly enough for him to hear. "Please....please...baby....let me cum...I want...need to cum. Let me gush all over that luscious cock of yours." 

I can hear the smile in his voice as he replies. "That's much better...so much better." He kisses me again. 

"Now coat my cock and balls in that warm sticky sweet nectar of yours." 

I am barely able to breath at this point I very briefly smile at hearing his words. I go to utter a grateful and very thankful "Thank god." 

It gets cut off as he starts to fuck me harder, faster and deeper. I instead gasp out loud. I groan. My entire body tenses up. My cunt shudders and then explodes. Gushes of warm creamy liquid are spurting from my cunt and flooding out. It's pouring down my inner thighs. 

I continue to spurt and gush as I gasp for breath. Mutterings of "Oh goddd. Fuckkk. Goddd. Ohhh fuckkkk, " continue to erupt from my lips over and over again. My legs shake and quiver as the orgasm rips through me. It so intense I feel like I'm going to pass out. 

" Yesss baby. Cum for me. Cum nice and hard. " He continues to ram his hard cock into my spasming gushing cunt over and over again. 

My inner thighs are completely wet and soaked. They are covered in my cum. My cunt continuing to spasm, ripple, grip, clench and squeeze around his embedded cock. I whimper and whine when he pulls out. Another huge gush of hot liquid floods out of my still quivering pussy. It feels so empty now.

The warm sticky thick liquid runs down the entire length of both my legs. I slump against the chair.

He smacks my ass and I jump. He moves away from me. 

The cold air of the room drifts across my very warm, very flushed skin. I shiver,

He places his fingers on my chin and lifts it. 

The blindfold slips a bit, but not enough for me to see yet. "Are you all tired out now?" he asks.

I shake my head no in answer because I am unable to muster the energy to speak.

"Mmmm, good. Because I have other plans for my restrained helpless little baby doll." 

I rim my dry lips with my tongue and part them to inquire "What kind of plans?" I gurgle as he thrusts his cock fully into my mouth. The immediate taste of my cum filling it. The smell of my sex filters into my nostrils as I breathe in through them.

"Suck and lick my cock. Make me hard again. Clean it completely off." 

I softly moan. Nodding my head in response. I quickly and eagerly begin to flick and swirl my tongue along the length of his cock. Cleaning it off. I groan as he begins to fuck my mouth. My cunt clenching each and every time he thrusts inwards. 

The tip of his cock slips into the back of my throat. 

Tears forming in my eyes as he shoves the entire length into my throat. 

My tongue laps along the veined hardness. 

He pulls it out with a loud pop. Dropping his hand from my chin. He pats me on the top of my head "Good girl." 

I swallow very slowly and lick my lips. I nod in response to his comment, then drop it back down as he releases my chin.

I scrunch up my face and ponder what he has in mind. I think "How dumb I was to put myself in this position." I desperately tug at the bindings. I sigh as I realize I did too well of a job of tying myself to the chair; since even after all of this, there's still no give. Nothing has loosened at all. 

I gasp out loud. Pushing myself against the back of the chair as he roughly shoves two of his fingers quickly into my still quivering cunt. 

He wiggles them. "Like that?" I hear him ask as he swiftly pulls them back out. 

I whimpers and sighs as he pull his fingers out of my cunt as fast as he shoved them in. I wiggle my ass. Shifting back and forth on my bare feet.

He places his right hand on my ass, He pulling on the fleshy globe, exposing my tight puckered hole. 

I stop squirming and inhale in a deep breath. I hold it. I know what to expect now. I wait. 

His fingers rim and rub against my tight puckered hole. 

I arch the small of my back. Pushing my ass back and pressing it against his probing fingers. I want his fingers in my ass. I moan out the held breath as I feel his finger press against the tight opening. I squirm and wiggle. 

I feel the tip of his finger slide into my ass. "Oh godddd, yessss. More, please more." I wriggle and squirm even more as he adds another finger and presses them in deeper. I sigh and moan in pure contentment as he begins to fuck my ass with two of his fingers. 

They go a bit deeper each time he pushes them in. 

I exhale a breath and purposely relax my tight muscles as they hit that initial ring of resistance. I purr in pure contentment as he starts to pump them back and forth. 

His thick digits stretch the tight hole. 

I then groan loudly. Lifting myself back up onto my toes as he slides his hard cock back into my cunt. It instantly clamps around his cock.

He holds it deep in my still sopping hot cunt.

I moan in pure ecstasy as he begins to slowly fuck my cunt with his cock and fuck my ass with his fingers. I am quickly building up to another orgasm. "Oh goddddd ....I'm gonna cum again...Fuckkkkkk..... Oh fuck....God, don't stop....please, don't stop....fuck me harder....faster. ...pleeease."...




The Chair



I thrusts back hard and grinds my ass against him as he increase his pace.

The sensation of having both of my holes completely filled, of being fucked like this, just shoots me straight over the edge. 

I quivers and shakes viciously as the orgasm builds. I open my lips to ask for permission to cum, but an utterance of "Oh godddddddddddd fuckkkkkkkkkkk" emits from my mouth as the intense orgasm hits. My pussy and my ass clamp down tightly on his fingers and his cock at the very same time. I cum hard and violently, 

My entire body continues to shake and quiver. My cunt explodes over and over again. I am just lost in the moment. A constant river of cum floods and gushes from my quivering spastic cunt. It runs down my legs. Pooling onto the floor. Forming a puddle. I whimper and slump over the chair as he pulls his cock and fingers out of my ass and pussy. 

I go to protest and then gasps as he positions his wet coated slick cock at my ass. I pull in a breath. I expel it slowly as he slides it in my tight hole. 

It hits that first ring of resistance. He waits as I take another breath and relax my muscles. 

He pushes his thick hard cock past the tight ring. He moans as his cock sinks into my tight ass.

I sigh as the entire length of his cock slides all the way into my ass. I can feel it swell, throb and twitch. The girth stretching my ass more than his fingers had previously. 

"You've cum enough today. Now it's my turn." 

Another wave builds within my gut. I hiss between clenched teeth, "Fuck me....God yes, fuck my ass with that cock of yours...I want to feel it swell and spurt it's cum deep in my ass."

He softly grunts. Pushing his hips forward.  Making sure he sinks the entire length of his hard shaft deep into my ass. He places his hands back upon my hips. He grips them tightly. His fingers dig into my skin. He pulls me to him as he starts to fuck my ass. The entire length of his hard cock slides in and out of my tight entrance.

I beg and plead for him to go faster. To fuck me harder. I so wanting for him to cum. Feel his hot sperm jet deep in my ass.

"You like my cock in your ass, don't you? Fuck it's so dam tight, just like your hot cunt."

I nod my head yes at his question. I pushes my ass back and up each time he thrusts in. I wiggle it as he pulls out. 

"Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk" I hear him moan. "I'm going to cum.......FUCK I'm going to cummmmmmm." 

The chair starts to rock back and forth as he fucks me. 

I absolutely love the animal wild way he is now fucking me. Taking what is his. Doing what he wants. Knowing he knows this is exactly what I love and want, even need so badly from him. 

I urge him on through pants of breath. "Yessss ..Fuck me...just like that...I love feeling your cock pummel my tight ass...I love your cock fucking me period." I whimper and cry out as he grabs a fistful of my hair again.

He tugs me up by it. 

The small of my back arches. 

His rock hard thick cock drives deeper into my ass. His cock thickens, swells and throbs in my tight passage.

I keeps urging him to cum. I whisper through pants of breath, "You could always pull out and come all over me too."

"I might just do that," he growls out. 

I grunt, moan, and groan continuously as he fucks me harder and faster. 

His cock slams in deeper and harder. Each thrust sinking his entire length into my tight ass. 

My muscles clench around it. 

His balls slap against my cunt with each thrust

My cunt is still dripping. My body quakes and quivers. Sweat is running down my body. I lift my head and screams out his name as I feel his cock erupt deep in my ass. I whimper and slump over the chair as he pulls out. The warm thick sticky liquid dribbles out of my ass. 

The rest of his cum splatters across my ass as his cock empties. "I haven't cum this much in a long time," he chuckles.

I yelp as he smacks each of my ass cheeks. I close my eyes. My body swoons as it gives out.

He moves to the front of my body and loosens the blindfold.

I blink as he removes it. My eyes adjust to the light of the room. I open them fully and softly groan as I see him standing in front of me.

His cock is still dripping with his cum. the shaft is shiny and covered in mine. I glance up at he as he lifts my chin. I closing my eyes as he leans down to place a kiss upon my lips. I softly kiss him back. I rim my lips. I am still out of breath. I smiles as I watches him start to untie the scarves one by one. 

He moves behind me. Places his hands upon my waist. Pulling on me. 

I stand up and stretch. I lose my balance and falls against him.

He turns me in his arms. 

I grin up at him all sheepishly. "I'm all worn out."

He laughs out loud. "I wonder why?" he smirks. 

He then lays a kiss upon my nose. 

I scrunch it up. I snuggle up against he as he scoops me up. 

He settles me onto the bed. Hugging me to him before he tucks me in. placing a kiss upon my forehead. He softly whispers "Mine." He kisses me again on the lips. "Now go to sleep. You are going to need your rest." He winks as I drift off to sleep. A huge smile upon my face



The Chair



Right now, it is not the handcuffs around my wrists, binding my arms behind the chair, that I'm focusing on. Likewise, the ropes around my ankles-tied to the legs of the chair and keeping my legs spread in front of you-are not what I'm thinking about. It is not even your beautiful, smooth legs, exposed to me as you stand in front of me in just a tiny black thong, that have my attention. At the moment, all I can focus on is your fingers as you slowly undo the buttons of your white blouse, revealing a bit more cleavage with each pop. I can see that you aren't wearing a bra, your already hard nipples straining against the thin fabric of your shirt. You lean in a little as you go, allowing me a great view of your breasts. When you get to the last button you straighten up, leaving your blouse on. I can only see the edges of your tits, your nipples not quite revealed. You look down at me, tied to the chair and naked in front of you, and smile a little coy smile. You can see from my hardening cock that you're having the desired effect. 

The chair is facing your bed, and you turn away from me and climb onto it. You seem to exaggerate this action, putting your hands, and then one knee, up on the mattress. You slowly put your other knee on the bed and for a couple of moments you are on all fours in front of me, ass in the air. The view from this position, the crotch of your panties fully exposed to me, causes me to make a little moaning sound.

You turn around and face me, sitting with your knees up and your back against the wall. You close your eyes and start slowly running your hands over your body. For a while it actually seems like you've forgotten I'm there, but when both your hands go under your shirt and start playing with your breasts, you open your eyes and look right at me.

You start running your fingers down your thighs, teasing yourself (and me) by getting closer and closer to your covered pussy each time. Eventually you run a finger across the crotch of your panties, and let out a little sigh. You continue touching yourself this way for a while, stroking, but not exposing yourself. You grab the edges of your panties and pull them tight against your pussy, using the friction to pleasure yourself. You play this way for a while, a few times almost, but not quite, giving me a view of your covered lips.

Then one of your hands ventures inside. You throw your head back, letting out a moan as your other hand squeezes one of your tits. Your fingers play and tease at what I can't see as your breathing gets a little harder. You open you're your eyes again and give me a teasing smile. You pull your hand out of your panties and put your fingers in your mouth, sucking on them. Involuntarily, I let out a little grunt.

You get up off the bed, and stand facing me on the small piece of floor that separates the chair from the bed. You take off your shirt, letting it fall from your shoulders and fully exposing your breasts to me. You lean forward, pulling your arms from the sleeves, and one of your nipples is so close to my mouth that I can almost bite it. Almost, but not quite. Your shirt hits the floor.

You play with your panties in front of me, looking at them and adjusting them. "I think maybe these are getting in the way", you say as you turn around, facing away from me. You hook your thumbs into the sides and slowly, deliberately, pull your panties down. I can hardly stand it as I watch the thong travel down the crack of your ass, exposing more and more of you to me. You bend at the waist as you do it, and my hard cock twitches as the smooth damp lips of your pussy come into view, the sticky crotch of your panties pulling away from them. You pull them slowly down your legs so that I can enjoy this close up view for as long as possible.

Suddenly you're behind me, out of my sight. I can feel your hot breath on my neck as you whisper in my ear. "Do you want me to continue?" I'm so turned on at this point that for a moment I don't even understand the question. "Do you want me to keep going, or are you getting bored, just sitting there?" You run your tongue along the edge of my ear, and then bite my earlobe. "Keep going", I manage to get out. "Say please", you whisper. "Please". "Good".

You're still behind my back. "Here", I hear you say, and then suddenly your black panties are dangling in front of my face. Your mouth is right next my ear, like you're telling me a secret. "These got a little damp. Can you smell me?" The crotch is right in front of my nose, and I inhale deeply, taking in the wonderful scent of your sex. It's intoxicating. The thought of how close the crotch was to your wet pussy hits me, and I instinctively try and take them into my mouth, craving to experience you with all my senses. You teasingly pull them away, mock-sternly saying, "Uh uh, I didn't say you could taste them."

You get on your knees in front of me, looking down at my hard cock. You take your panties and ever so lightly brush them across my shaft. It's the first contact you've made with me (except for my ear), and I feel like I could almost cum from how good it feels. You tease me this way for a bit, only your panties, not your hand, coming in contact with me. As if out of my control I am trying to thrust myself toward you, wanting more, but I can barely move so it's no use. 

You are teasing me, but I know deep down you are teasing yourself as well. I can see in your eyes that you are fighting the urge to bend down and take my cock in your mouth. I know that watching me squirm, trying to push myself closer to you is making you hungry-that you would really love to taste me, to run your tongue along my smooth balls and up my shaft, to take my head into your mouth, to suck and nibble and kiss and lick. You really want it-I can see by the way you're staring, by the way you unknowingly bite your lip, as if trying to hold yourself back. This experience is all about you teasing me-about you playing with my desires, but in this moment I'm acutely aware that I have something that you want-and you want it badly, almost uncontrollably. Our eyes meet, you on your knees in front of me, and somehow this knowledge passes between us, and for the briefest of moments the power dynamic shifts. I know that even though I'm the one tied up, immobile, that for this quick instant I could tell you what to do and you would do it, unquestioningly. As you kneel in front of me, my cock inches from your face, I can see in this flash that that's what you really want-you want to be subservient to me. I give you a tiny smile, acknowledging that you're not quite as in control as you are pretending to be. You drop the pair of panties, leaving them wrapped around the base of my cock, and get up. The moment has passed as quickly as it was there-you're back in control.

You go to your bedside table and open one of the drawers. You pull out a vibrator and place it on the bed. You sit down right in front of me, wetting your fingers in your mouth and then rubbing them over your nipples. After a few moments you lie back on the bed, your feet still on the floor in front of me. Your hands then travel down your body, from your tits, down your stomach, passed the sexy little tuft of pubic hair to your smooth, swollen lips. With one hand you pull back the hood of your clit, and with the other you start making little circles, moaning and squirming a little. Your fingers also start to probe your entrance, at first just a fingertip, then increasingly more. You play with yourself like this for a while with me staring longingly.  

You put one leg up onto the bed, knee bent, to allow yourself to spread a little wider. If you weren't already aware of what that would do to me, you beautiful pussy wide open right in front of me, my little moan lets you know.

You grab the vibrator and take it into your mouth, getting it wet. I imagine in that moment that you're thinking about sucking something else. You take the vibe and start rubbing it over your pussy, everything getting slick. You start teasing your hole with it, and soon you are fucking yourself, the vibrator going in and out as I watch. You look up and see the longing in my face, and slowly pull the vibe out of yourself. 

You sit up, leaning forward on the bed with the vibrator in your hand and hold it up to me. "Here...I know you want to", you say as I take it in my mouth and suck your juices off of it. You lean further forward, your breast almost touching my shoulder and whisper, "Do I taste ok?" All I can do is grunt.

You switch the vibrator on and it starts humming in your hand. You turn around and get back on the bed, climbing up on all fours. You spread your legs and lower your chest to bed, you ass up in the air. There's no way that you don't know how turned on seeing you in this position will make me, and I involuntarily try to pull forward on the chair. No use. You take the vibrator and from underneath yourself start rubbing it over your pussy, paying particular attention to your clit. I want to taste and devour you so badly that I start imagining that the tip of the vibe is the tip of my tongue. As I'm thinking this you run it from your clit along your lips, past your opening back to your exposed asshole, which you just barely graze with it. Even with your head against the mattress, you hear me grunt. 

You turn over, again putting your back against the wall, knees up. You're really getting close now, and the vibe is doing its work against your clit. Your breathing fast and moaning and again it seems like you've forgotten I'm here. Just as you get to the brink, you summon great will power and stop, turning off the vibrator and climbing off the bed. 

You lean over me and kiss me hard on the mouth. You pull away and look down at my cock, which feels like it's ready to burst. You kneel down in front of me, and I close my eyes throw my head back and wait. I feel you lips take just the head in, but then I feel something else. You take the vibrator and push it under my balls, nuzzling it between them and the seat.

You take the tip of my cock out of your mouth and turn away from me. You straddle the chair, your ass almost against my chest and take my cock in your hand. You lower yourself down, guiding me toward your pussy. With your panties still around the base of my shaft, you push yourself down on me, gasping. I grunt out your name, unable to say anything else. You are riding me quickly, your orgasm so close. You put your hands on the bed and lean forward, giving me an incredible view of my cock entering you. I'm straining against the chair, trying so hard to thrust that my wrists hurt. 

Knowing that you're about to cum, you take a hand off the bed and put it between your legs. From my lust filled haze I assume you're going for your clit, but then you turn the vibrator on. It's too much pleasure for me to take, and as you buck against me orgasming, I cum like I've never cum before.



The Chair



Sheri felt remarkable, probably for the first time in her life. From the table in the corner she watched the dancers grind against each other, some topless, giggling beneath the smoke catcher in the ceiling, which emitted crackling sounds. There was a Christmas tree in the corner with lights twinkling, even though it was July. Couples touched and flirted with one another, some venturing downstairs to the "lounge" where clothing was prohibited. Rick had taken her down there for a pre-club tour, showed her the showers, the mattresses and the "chair." 

Ah, the chair; black vinyl with straps, an extension for each foot, a headrest that went back... She didn't feel quite ready to try that out, but just imagining things you could do on and around the chair was titillating as hell. Her main concern was the possibility of someone she didn't want touching her, but the fantasy was a good one. She imagined being in that chair with Lolly and another woman, one above, one below, letting her lick one vulva, and the other licking hers. Rick could maybe come in after and fuck her properly, and maybe she would enjoy Lolly's husband Pete putting his dick in her mouth. That would be pretty cool, especially upside down like that. Lolly was at the table next to her, wearing a red bra hiding only slightly behind a black jacket and a very short black skirt and fishnet stockings. 

Sheri had worn hers as well. Fishnets were easy access, easy to rip, too. She touched Lolly's knee under the table and Lolly smiled and pulled Sheri's hand up between her legs. Her fingers discovered Lolly had decided not to wear panties, in fact, she had a nice opening in the stockings. She fanned her fingers over Lolly's vulva and clitoris, tapping gently as if playing a scale on the piano. Lolly moved her hips up towards her hand and she could feel the heat. Her middle finger found its way inside and Lolly moaned softly, although above the table she kept a hand on her martini, as if nothing were going on. Sheri, too, smiled at their table companions and feigned innocence, rather well, she thought. 

Lolly turned to her then, and pulled her hand away, while at the same time cupping her cheek with her hand and said, "let's dance." On the dance floor Sheri couldn't keep her hands off of Lolly. She stroked her arm, her waist, her ass and down her legs. Lolly's mouth found its way to her neck, and down to her left nipple, which had somehow poked its way out of her shirt as she danced. The music had a good beat, and her heart met it and matched the rhythm. She didn't remember how her shirt and bra came off, but they did. Several eyes met hers and both men and women commented on her beautiful breasts. She felt so unlike the busy mother of two she was at home. In fact, she wasn't sure who this new woman was, except she really enjoyed being her, at least for tonight. Lolly went and sat down with Pete, who had an erection the world could see at this point. 

She was wondering if Lolly would just suck him off right there in the room, when Rick and a very handsome man she didn't know came up to her. "This is Sam. Is it ok if we, you know...?" said her husband, obviously staring at her bare breasts. She smiled. Rick and Sam each took a breast and sucked the nipples. Her hands caressed both heads, her husband's silky brown hair and Sam's curly blond. She could feel the wetness gathering strong between her legs. Her knees became weak and she was breathing heavily. Somehow she was going downstairs. Someone was taking off her clothes. Then, she was in the chair. Her legs thrust apart, her head back, sucking on Sam's dick, his balls and light brown curly hairs rebounding off her head. Rick's penis was working its way in and out of her vagina. There were hands on her breasts... she realized to her delight that the hands were Lolly's. 

Another woman was there too, a stunning redhead, all the way down. Sam withdrew from her mouth. Lolly went down on her knees to help him out. The redhead came over to Sheri in the chair and kissed her on the mouth, then asked if she would be a doll and help her out. Sheri smiled and nodded. The redhead stood with her vulva at the level of her mouth. Sheri stuck out her tongue and lapped at the beautiful pink clit. The redhead came closer and put her legs on either side of Sheri's head. Sheri took the soft lips in her mouth and sucked. Her smell was delightful, like strawberries. The redhead's hands cupped Sheri's breasts and she sighed heavily. She noticed then that Sam had also come up behind the redhead and put his penis in behind her. He touched the redhead's breasts, which had the most perfect pink nipples Sheri had ever seen. The wetness of the cunt dripped into her mouth, and then Sam came, spilling cum down those perfect white legs and over Sheri's hair. Rick came at the same time, pushing hard between her legs. She cried out and so did the redhead.



The Chair



You told me you had a surprise for me as you slipped from our hotel bed into the bathroom. Our afternoon had been filled with lovemaking but we both knew that we had dinner reservations tonight and you had finally forced me to let you get ready. I thoroughly enjoyed the view as you walked toward the bathroom door. You body moved smoothly, your shapely hips moving with each stride as you turned the corner .. paused to give me that smile that melts my heart every time .. then disappeared from view.

I could hear the water cascading off of the shower wall and had the typical male response ... so I arose to come and join you. I was more that slightly disappointed to find the door locked. Seemed like a funny time to suddenly become shy after an afternoon of exploring each other in every way we could. Reluctantly, I pulled my dress clothes from the closet and got myself ready for the evening. I was dressed and sitting on the hotel desk chair before I heard the shower turn off.

I knocked on the door, hoping you would let me in but no luck. "Be patient, dear," you called through the door. "I told you, I have a surprise for you. Go watch television or something."

I could hear those noises that always occur when women are getting ready; blow dryers running, small metal utensils landing on the counter top, water turning on and off. I busied myself around the hotel room, trying to occupy my time until you were ready. I had just sat down in the chair again when I heard the bathroom lock click.

As I looked toward the door, the light from the bathroom showed on you like a spotlight at a movie premiere. Your dress was dark, not quite black or red but a color that showed highlights of both. I could see the material was thin and it hugged every luscious curve of your body. The straps were thin, barely able to support your breasts as they seemed to struggle to escape. The cut of your neckline displayed them proudly as you leaned slightly forward. Your nipples were outlined as they displayed themselves through the material.

"I picked this one especially for you, honey. I hope you like it," you said softly. It was obvious to you from the condition of my pants that I did.

As you spoke you slowly turned so I could take in the entire view. The thin straps hugged your shoulders while the silky material clung to your waist and hips. It fit you snugly but not tightly as it emphasized each of your wonderful curves. Still seated, I admired your body .. as sexy in this dress as it looks to me when you are naked.

As you finished and were again facing me, I stretched a hand out to you. You stepped closer and took my hand in yours, your newly polished nails lightly brushing my palm along the way. I pulled you closer and my free hand reached out to caress your thigh .. smooth in your silky nylons. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on your stomach thru the material as my hand ran up your leg. I turned my face so that my cheek was against you.

You moaned softly as I released your hand so both of mine were now on your legs. My fingertips moved from your thighs down to your calves and back up. When we are in bed together, you always enjoy a good leg massage and this seemed the perfect opportunity. My feet planted on the floor, you stepped so that your legs were around mine. You were inches away as my hands moved up your thighs.

As my hands slid higher, your dress bunched before them. My fingers soon felt the texture of skin as I realized that you have no panties underneath your dress. My hands each found the firmness of your ass as I pulled you toward me, my lips again kissing your belly through your dress. You wanted more this time and reached to lift the front hem of your dress for me. The hem moved slowly upward as you revealed yourself to me inch my inch until you held it at your waist. My lips moved forward now to kiss the skin of your abdomen and my tongue traced circles around your belly button. My hands pulled you more tightly toward me.

Despite my best efforts to hold you there, you stepped away from me. I assumed you were going to remind me about the dinner reservations but you just stood there and smiled, hour skirt still raised in front of you. I'm sure my eyes told you I was unsure what to do next as I started to rise from the chair. A gentle touch of your hand on my chest sat me back down.

You moved your hand to my lap, squeezing my erection through the linen material of my slacks. "Just checking," you whispered as your fingers found the tang of my zipper and pulled it downward. Your skirt dropped as your other hand joined the first and released the waist button and tugged insistently at my slacks. I raised my hips and you pulled harder, sliding my pants and briefs down my thighs, my calves and to the floor. My cock stood erect in front of you, pulsing with each beat of my heart. Your hands wrapped around it gently, slowly stroking up and down. With each motion, it grew harder.

As you leaned forward, your breasts were fully displayed to me as they hung in the opening at the neckline of your dress. I was hoping you would take my cock into your mouth as you have done so many times before .. caressing it with your lips as you know I loved you to do. But instead, you gave it a soft kiss on the tip. I knew you could taste me leaking from the opening. As you moved your head away, you pulled a string of cum away with you. It was only when you smiled that it broke away.

As you rose in front of me, you stepped forward again. Your legs again were astride my thighs. As you raised your hem again, I could see your freshly shaven pussy glistening with your juices; a small trail of fluid dripping down the inside of one thigh. I was about to reach up to touch you when you leaned toward me and lowered our hips toward mine. You reached between your legs to spread your lips, then in one smooth motion lowered yourself completely onto my hard cock. I gasped with excitement as I felt your weight totally on my hips and my cock touching the upper reaches of your pussy.

"Oh baby, so good," you whispered over and over as you rose then lowered yourself on me over and over. I had told you before how much that phrase turns me on and that night was no exception. You hands were on the back of the chair as you leaned forward to kiss me. 

Your legs are muscular but I did not know how strong they were until that night. Occasionally you would raise yourself until I was completely removed from you, making me think that you were done or that you were worrying about making our dinner reservations. But you would smile at me and lower yourself onto me again, moving slowly down so that you could feel every inch making its way inside you. You made sounds that were not words as you rode me slowly. Just as your breathing would calm, you would pick up the pace; moving forcefully on me. My hands on your hips were more resting than guiding you; you were totally in control.

I could hear your breathing becoming more rapid as you exhaled with every stroke of your pussy on me. I had heard that sound before and knew that you were reaching your peak. I tried to raise my hips in time with yours but you were moving too rapidly for me to keep up with you. The only sounds in the room were our breathing and the sound of your hips slapping against mine. 

"Yessss!" was all that you said as you pushed yourself down on me and leaned all of your body weight onto my chest. I felt your body tense and shiver lightly as your orgasm washed over you. I felt the warmth on my thighs as your juices flowed from you and onto me, bathing my cock and balls with your love for me. You held me tightly and I felt your body shudder. I wrapped my arms around your waist and held you tightly to me; not wanting to let you go or for this moment to end. As your excitement subsided, you laid your head on my shoulder. I could hear your breathing slow as you rested there.

After an eternal moment, you raised your head and kissed me. With one press of your muscles, you raised yourself off of me. Your thighs and mine both glistened with your juices. Your hands lowered the hem of your skirt, once again concealing you from me as they smoothed the material of your dress.

"Time for dinner, my love," you said as you turned to pick up your purse and headed to the door.

"Don't you want to clean up first?" I asked.

"No honey. Just something else for you to think about during dinner," you said with a twinkle in your eyes. "Now tuck that hard on in those pants and lets go. I'll take care of that later."



The Chair



If it hadn't been for that chair, I probably would never have dared to do what I did. It was a perfect chair. It was large and heavy. It was wide and shallow...

My wife was a lawyer at a high powered law firm. She made four times my income. Some of my friends wondered how I felt about that. It was cool. Hell, I had a lot more money available to me than I could have hoped for on my high school teacher's salary. That was certainly nice.

My wife also liked to be in control. She was always successful at what she did. She was used to it. In bed, she often ran the show. She loved being on top. I didn't mind. In fact, I liked it. But sometimes, it was nice to do things a bit differently.

"Hi," I said into the phone, "want to meet for lunch?"

"Ahhh, I'd love to," my wife said, "but I really can't. I've got to be in court at 1:00 and I still need to prepare."

"Ok."

"Sorry."

"No problem." There was a pause before I added, "You'll be home for dinner?"

"Yes," she said, "no doubt about it."

"Good. I'll... have something ready."

When I got home I was feeling a bit nervous about what I intended to do. What if she hated it? I slipped into tattered jeans and an old tee shirt. I put on my work boots. I got everything ready and I waited. I felt a bit silly.

Shortly after 6:00, I heard my wife drive in. I quickly slipped on a ski mask and started to disconnect the TV set. If I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right!

A minute or so later, my wife stepped into the house. I turned as if startled.

"Shit!" I hissed. I grabbed the water pistol and pointed it at her.

"What the...?" she looked at me quizzically. "Tom, why are you..."

"Shut Up!"

She jumped a bit. "Tom?"

I walked toward her. I whispered, "The safe word is 'pancake,' okay?" She looked at me for a moment while she considered what I had said. Finally a faint smile came to her lips. "I understand," she said quietly.

"Get the hell out of my house," she added suddenly in a loud voice. She got right into the part.

"Sure thing, babe," I replied casually. But first I want what I came for. I gestured toward the TV.

"Get out now!" she repeated sharply.

"Of course, there are other interesting things here," I said looking at her body. She swallowed as I started to walk around her. "For example..." I touched her shoulder. She flinched away. "Leave me alone," she said.

"Now, now, that's no way to talk to guests." I said. She remained quiet and didn't move as I walked behind her to inspect her backside. She was a tall, thin woman with statuesque features. She was dressed in a business suit; a smart looking blazer with a white blouse and a matching skirt. Her jet black hair was done up neatly. "Yes," I said to myself softly, "this is much better than the TV any day."

I touched her buttocks through her skirt as I came around in front of her again. She stepped back, glaring at me. "I said: leave me alone!"

I laughed. "Hey, I'm the one giving the orders here," I said. "And right now, I think I want to enjoy some of your feminine charms."

"What do you mean?" she asked hotly.

"Take your clothes off," I replied simply.

"No chance." she hissed.

"Hey! I don't think you have much choice in the matter." I yelled as I waved the water pistol at her. "So you'd better start striping." She glared at me. "Go on." I said.

"You bastard," she said as she slipped out of her blazer and started to unbutton her blouse. "You won't get away with this. I'm a lawyer, you know." She let her top drop to the floor, and she started to wiggle out of her skirt.

"Oh, don't scare me, your lawyerness." I said cynically. "Off with your shoes and stockings too. I want you naked."

She glared at me again but she followed my instructions without protest.

"Now your underwear," I said. She didn't move. "I mean now!" I yelled.

"I'll hire a private detective to find you," she said as she unhooked her bra and let it join her other clothes on the floor.

"Well, then," I replied, "I guess in that case I'd better just keep my mask on while we do this." I gestured toward her white cotton underwear. "Those too," I said. "You don't expect me to fuck you while you're wearing them do you?"

"You bastard," she hissed, "you wouldn't dare!"

"Oh but you're wrong, your lawyerness," I replied. "I would."

She glared at me but didn't move. "Off with them," I said softly but firmly.

"No." she replied.

"You bitch," I hissed under my breath. I lunged forward and, before she could move I gave her a good, hard slap on her face. I hoped I hadn't gone over the line.

"Ouch!" she cried out startled. "You fucking bastard!" she yelled. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you didn't do what I told you," I explained. "Now, take off your panties!" I commanded.

She looked at me with anger in her eyes but, she slowly slid her underwear down her legs and onto the floor. She stepped out of them and stood before me completely naked. She was really quite stunning. She had a well-toned body that complemented her finely chiseled features. Her breasts were small and her hips were somewhat narrow. However, she had an exceptionally lush growth of black pubic hair. Her thick, tangled mat of curls filled the space between her legs to overflowing.

"There," I said with a smile. "That's much nicer, don't you think?"

"No." she scowled.

I moved close to her. She looked at me defiantly. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts in my hand.

"Don't touch me, you fucking bastard," she said backing away. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. She resisted, but I held her firmly. "Stop it you bastard!" she yelled. She lifted her hand to strike me, but I grabbed it with my free hand and held it tightly.

"I may be a fucking bastard," I hissed, "but soon I will be fucking the bitch. That much you can count on." She wiggled violently in an effort to break free. I just tightened my grip. "Now, now," I said, "I can see that you're one feisty cunt." I pulled her up against me and held her tightly with my arm. With a hard slap, I hit her buttock.

"Ouch!" she cried out wiggling violently. I slapped her buttock again leaving a red palm print on her ass.

"Are you going to behave?" I asked her.

"Don't hit me," she replied, but she didn't wiggle.

I spanked her again and she yelped in surprise and pain. "Are you going to behave?" I asked again.

She said nothing.

I let her go. She dropped to the floor. "I can see that this isn't going to be much fun with you loose like this." I grabbed the chair that started all this and pulled it into the center of the room. "Get up and sit in this chair," I said.

She eyed me cautiously as she obeyed my command. She kept her legs tightly closed. I grabbed the rope that I had prepared beforehand.

"Ok, bitch," I said, "I'm going to fix it so you can't wiggle so much." I grabbed her arms and wrapped them behind the chair. Quickly I tied her wrists to the chair's back.

"Damn you," she said, "you're going to pay for this. So help me." She started to kick.

"Stop that!" I commanded. I slapped her face. She yelped and stopped. She was hot and flushed and covered with a thin film of sweat.

"Damn you, no!" she yelled as I tied her ankles to the legs of the chair.

"Be quiet," I said. "Do you want me to gag you as well?" That shut her up.

After a few moments, her ankles were secure. "Ok, now spread your knees," I told her. She glared at me and pushed her legs together as tightly as she could. I made as if I was going to slap her and she flinched. "Spread them," I repeated.

Reluctantly she spread her knees and I quickly tied them to the arms of the chair to hold them that way. "Much better," I said. "Now I can see your pretty lawyer's pussy."

"Fuck you." she replied.

"That comes later," I said. "I want to take my time." I began to stroke her body sensuously. I touched her belly, breasts, legs, even her face. She writhed and squirmed against her bonds, but she was helpless.

"Stop. Stop it. I mean it! God damn it, stop. Please stop."

It was clear that my wife was very excited by our little game. The flush in her face and the quickness of her breath were not all due to my slaps.

"You like it don't you?" I said.

"Fuck you!"

I chuckled. I started to roll her nipples firmly between my fingers.

"Damn you!" She turned her face away, but her cheeks were flushed. I leaned down and gently bit one nipple. She squirmed to move away from my touch, but could not. I brought her nipple into my mouth and started sucking on it. "Stop it," she hissed.

"You know you like it," I said pausing between sucks. She said nothing but her nipple was fully erect. After a few minutes, I got up to move to the other side of her body.

"Untie me, you bastard," she said. I answered her by sucking on her other breast. A soft moan escaped from her lips.

"You see," I said, "you do like it. There's no use denying it. You like having your tits sucked---especially by a bastard like me."

"No," she said. But her eyes were closed.

Eventually I moved between her legs. Slowly I brought my face closer and closer to her crotch. "No, no," she said softly, "please, not that." She tried desperately to close her legs, struggling against her bonds. She couldn't move.

Her genitals were engorged. Her outer lips were full and puffy. Yet they were also nicely parted to reveal the flower of her inner lips. Her petals glistened with the dew of her excitement. Her clitoris, now excited and erect, thrust out eagerly from beneath its hood.

I burrowed my face between her petals and inhaled her aroma deeply. "You smell good, woman," I said as I inhaled deeply again. "You smell aroused."

She was silent.

"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" I asked in a teasing voice.

"Go to Hell." She said, but her breathing was ragged.

"I know you do," I said. Gently I ran the tip of my tongue along her inner labia and then up over her swollen clit. She shuddered. I licked the length of her pussy again. This time I brought her clit into my mouth and began to gently suck on it the way I know she loves; caressing it with my tongue with each gentle, sucking stroke.

"Please. Take anything you want just... please stop."

I slid my finger into her cunt and ran it around the rim of her vagina, stretching her open as I sucked on her clit steadily and insistently.

"Oh, God," she moaned after a few moments. I could tell that she was building quickly.

"I bet this lawyer's pussy of yours cums very nicely." I said as I slid a finger deeply into her. I watched as her body pulled and tugged uselessly against the ropes. She sighed and shuddered slightly. "Does your pussy cum nicely?" I asked.

"You'll never know," she said.

"You don't think I can make you cum?" I said as I took my other hand and started rubbing her clit.

She was shaking. "No."

I chuckled. "We'll see." I started massaging her G-spot firmly with one hand while I stroked her clit with quick, gentle strokes.

"Do you like that?" I asked after a few minutes.

"No." she said panting. Yet she was pushing her pelvis up against my fingers as she spoke.

"I think you do, you lawyer bitch," I said. "Your pussy likes it. Your pussy wants it."

"No," she whispered almost inaudibly.

I withdrew my finger from her vagina and held it up. "You may lie, but your pussy doesn't," I said. "Look at how wet you are. Look!" Reluctantly she looked at her glistening liquids coating my finger.

I wiped my finger against her cheek. She turned her head away, but her bonds kept her from going far. "You see," I said. "You see how wet you are." I dipped my finger back into her vagina and then wiped it against her cheek again.

"Stop it." she hissed.

"Tell me that you're turned on." I dipped my finger into her again and wiped her wetness against her left nipple. Then I covered her right nipple.

"Stop it."

"Tell me..." I repeated.

"I'm... I'm turned on," she said softly.

"That's a good girl," I said. "Now here's your reward." I went back to stimulating her clit and G-spot as before. She groaned. "Good, girl," I said, "Now tell me that you want me to make you cum."

"No," she panted. "I won't give you that satisfaction, you bastard."

"You don't think I can make you beg for it?" I asked.

"No way," she said with defiance.

I stroked her steadily for several minutes, gradually increasing the tempo of my stroking. She fought it by wiggling and twisting to get away from me, but her bonds kept her from going far. There was nothing she could do to avoid my touch. The energy was incredible. Soon her whole body was shaking as she fought to remain in control.

"Tell me that you want to cum," I said as I rapidly stroked her dripping pussy. "Say it!"

"Noooo," she gasped. I hadn't seen her so hot in a long time. I could see the muscles in her legs and abdomen tense as she readied herself to explode into orgasm.

"All right then," I said, "fine." I suddenly stopping my stimulation.

"Unnn!" She twitched her whole body with the shock of the lost stimulation.

"You want to cum now don't you?" I said.

She said nothing.

"Tell me that you want to cum." I started to rub her clit again.

"You bastard," she hissed as she closed her eyes. Again I brought her to the edge of orgasm, and again I stopped just before she experienced her release.

"Tell me you want to cum." I said.

"Please untie me." she replied.

"No way." Again with rapid strokes I brought her to the brink. She was shaking and covered with sweat. Her pussy was turgid and her wetness was creating a spot on the chair.

"Tell me you want to cum." I said.

"I..." she began.

"Yes?"

"I want to cum." she said softly.

"Beg."

She was silent. I teased her swollen clit slowly with my fingers. I knew just how she liked to be touched, how to give her an orgasm, and how to keep her on the brink.

"Don't humiliate me like this," she pleaded. "I give up. You win. I want to cum now."

"Beg for it." I said.

She said nothing. I stroked her clit steadily but very gently. Not too firmly, but just enough...

"Please, you bastard," she panted, "Make me cum."

"Louder."

I rubbed her clit vigorously for a few strokes to tantalize her.

"Please make me cum!" she called out.

I began rubbing her rapidly and purposefully. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" she cried out as her release approached. I slid a finger deeply into her to massage her G-spot with firm pressure. I knew she was only seconds away.

"Yes! Yes!" she grunted obscenely tied to the chair with her pussy open and welcoming to my touch. "Ohhhh, God! Yes!..."

Just as she was about to peak, I abruptly pulled my hands away.

"Fuck! No! Don't stop now!!" she cried out twitching frantically but helplessly. "*Please* don't stop!!"

"You're singing a different tune now, lawyer bitch," I said.

"Oh my God," she whimpered, "have mercy on me."

"Why should I have mercy on you?" I asked as I started to roll her nipples between my fingers again. She said nothing at first but she was panting loudly.

"Oh, God," she whispered after a moment. "I need to cum so much."

"Aww," I said in a tone of mock concern, "your poor lawyer's pussy wants to cum does it?" She said nothing.

I reached down between her legs and started to gently rub her clit again with one finger while I massaged the inside her vagina with another. I wanted to give her just enough stimulation excite her, but not enough to get her off. I had to be careful as she was very close.

"Faster," she pleaded. "Rub me faster." She strained against her bonds, but this time she strained toward may hands rather than away. I stimulated her a bit more slowly, gradually slowing down as her excitement built until, just as she was about to reach her orgasm, my finger broke contact with her genitals. I held it about a half inch above her clit. My other finger was pressed against her G-spot but I didn't move it at all.

"I'll... I'll do anything," she gasped looking at me with desperation in her eyes. "I just need to cum. Please don't tease me anymore I'll do whatever you want if you make me cum."

I lowered my mouth toward her crotch. She nodded frantically and pushed her hips toward me as far as she could.

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "Lick me. Please."

I gently licked her clit once. "Tell me that you're a horny lawyer slut!" I said.

"I'm a horny lawyer slut!" she called out.

I licked her again. "Tell me that you want to cum."

"Oh God, I *really* want to cum." she said. She was shaking.

Another lick. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you."

"Oh God... please," she moaned.

"Say it!"

"I want you to fuck me." she said softly.

I licked her pussy again. "Louder!"

"I want you to fuck me!"

"No, you bitch, scream it!" I commanded.

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" she cried out loudly, filling our house with the sound of her voice.

"Good girl," I said softly. "Here's your reward." With that I started sucking on her clit firmly and briskly while I simultaneously started rubbing her G-spot firmly. She immediately exploded into an astonishing orgasm.

"UNNNNGGGGHHHH!!" She howled in consuming ecstasy as wetness gushed from her pussy in a generous squirt that sprayed over my hand and splashed onto the floor. I stimulated her genitals steadily both inside and out while she grunted through wave after wave of pleasure. I could feel her cunt milking my finger with strong, steady contractions. "Unnnggghhh!!" she groaned again as her climax seemed to surge with fresh energy. Was it a second orgasm, or just more of the first one? It was hard to tell. "So good... she gasped. "It's so... fucking... good..."

When she finally finished, she slumped in the chair and looked at me with resignation.

"Are you going to untie me now that you've finished humiliating me?"

"I'm most certainly not finished with you," I said standing up. "In fact, I've only just gotten started." I started striping out of my clothes. She shook her head.

"No, no, no! Haven't you done enough already?"

"Hey, your lawyerness," I said, "need I remind you that you *asked* me to fuck you?"

"You made me say that you bastard," she said angrily.

My cock was as hard as it gets. It jutted out eagerly from my crotch. I stood next to the chair and waved it in her face. She closed her eyes and turned her head away. "Get away from me," she said sharply.

"I think not," I said.

I moved between her legs again. This time, instead of my face, it was my penis that approached her open genitals.

"You... you're going to rape me!" she said.

"That's the general idea." I said. "But, hey, Can we really call it rape since you just got off so well?" She turned her face away as if ashamed by the memory of her orgasm.

"And you know what," I said, "I'm going to get you off again."

"No way, you bastard," she snarled. "You will *not* get that satisfaction!" I laughed at her as she struggled against her bonds again.

As she was writhing trying to get free, I slid the head of my cock just inside her labia and paused to savor the sensations. Try as she might she was utterly unable to move her hips away from me.

"Stop it! Stop it!" she hissed. I let my cock slid up and down her slit and over her clitoris.

"Get away from me," she sobbed, "Please get away." I slid my cock just inside her vagina, and then, after a moment, withdrew it again to further tease her clit.

She struggled violently but it was hopeless. I had complete access to her, and there was nothing she could do about it. With a powerful thrust, I buried my cock to the hilt in her body.

"Ohhhhh," She moaned in helpless pleasure.

"You like that, bitch?" I said,

"Fuck you, you bastard," she hissed.

I grabbed her hair with my hands and pulled back on it firmly. She cried out in sudden pain. She was unable to even more her head. "No!" I said sharply, "I'm going to fuck you!"




The Chair



I began to thrust rapidly and deeply. Her cunt felt wonderful wrapped around my cock. So warm. So slick. So wet. Beneath me, she was completely immobile and helpless.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned softly, "you've got one nice pussy, you lawyer bitch."

"Let me go," she whispered.

"When I'm ready," I said. I started thrusting fast and furiously. I was raping her, after all, and it felt wild. "But first," I said, "I'm going to make you cum again."

"No," she said trying to shake her head. I pulled her hair a little more tightly.

"Oh yes," I said. I could tell that another orgasm was building rapidly in her body.

"Yeah, bitch, that's it. Go ahead and cum again. You know you want to."

"Noooooo," she moaned. "Please God, no!" But I could tell that she was helpless to stop it. Moments later her body stiffened beneath me and the muscles in her vagina squeezed firmly on my cock as she toppled into her orgasm. "Noooooo!!" she groaned loudly as I continued to fuck her steadily. Her body shivered and she strained against her bonds in her ecstasy, grunting like an animal.

Then, just as her climax started to subside, my loins erupted in an orgasm of my own. I howled in pleasure. God, it felt good! I thrusted deeply, and pumped a enormous load of cum into my wife's body. It was one of the best climaxes I've had in a long time.

Afterward, we both took a few deep breaths. She smiled at me and said, "pancake." We giggled. I untied her and we rested on the floor for a few minutes.

"Wow!" she said at last, "That was incredible!"

"Yeah," I said.

There was a pause.

"What's for dinner?" she asked and we laughed.

END



The Chair



I hear you pull into my drive way, I have been waiting for you to arrive for so long and am by the door in an instant. I open it before you have chance to knock and pull you into the hall way. I need you so badly I cannot wait. I push you against the wall and bend my head down to kiss you. You pretend to be shy and turn away. I grab a handfull of your thick, beautiful hair and pull your head back to meet my kiss. You moan gently and almost collapse into me, giving up any pretence of fighting me off. 

Time stops and the world shrinks to just the two of us, locked in our embrace. I can feel your body heat through our clothes and have no doubt that you can feel mine. My free hand finds the gap between your blouse and your skirt and I trace my fingers lightly across your back skin. You shiver slightly as I touch you but offer no resistance, instead you wrap your arms around my neck and hold me tight. I let go of your hair and hold you by your waist with both hands, I lift you and you grip me with your thighs, wrapping your legs around me. I move one hand under your amazing arse to steady you, the other around your back to hold you and carry you to my living room. 

I sit you on the sofa and kneel in front of you, between your legs. We study each other's faces as you hold me wrists gently. My hands trace your thighs, just exploring under the hem of your skirt. You squirm but make no attempt to push me away. Your eyes are wide open, watching me as I test your boundaries, I am sure you are guiding me as my hands wander further up. Again I feel the slightest of pressure as you steer me to where you need my touch. 

My finger tips explore the curve of your hips as my thumbs brush against the thin fabric of your underwear. I feel you stiffen as they trace the outline your shaven mons and I pause for a second, wondering if I have gone too far, too fast? 

My fears are soon dispelled when you place your feet flat on the floor and push up a little, raising your self off the sofa. Your hands grip me tighter and urge me on as you make it easier for me to remove your knickers. I pull them down your magnificent legs and catch you watching me intently. 

Your shaven pussy looks amazing and I am fighting the urge just to pin you down and fuck you there and then. I hook your legs over my arms and hold your waist again, then bend down to taste you. You moan as my mouth encompasses your sex and its your turn to grab my hair. I hold you to me as I trace your labia with my tongue, then start to tease you relentlessly. Your breath quickens as I suck forcefully on your clitoris, I cannot believe that I am getting to taste you at last. 

I bring my right hand down and begin to explore your delicate yoni with my finger tips. I can feel you building to climax as I continue my assault. I slip my hand under your bottom and slowly penetrate you with my thumb. I thrill to the sensation of feeling you clamp down on me as you cum, losing myself in the taste of your love.

Eventually you push me away. 'We have to unload the car' you whisper to me, 'and besides, Im starving!'

We eat, make silly, awkward small talk and have a drink. then I take your bags upstairs for you, I can hear you behind me following me up. I show you around and then take your bags into the bedroom. I can see you weighing the room up and your eyes are drawn to the Victorian winged chair in the corner. 'Its a family heirloom' I explain. 

You steer me towards it and have me sit down. 

You place your bag on the floor next to me, then whisper 'Now its my turn'. You pull my shirt over my head then loosen my belt. Your hands feel like they are burning my skin I raise my self up and, just like you did, make it easier for you to remove my clothes. 

You kneel between my legs and I stiffen immediately. You make no pretence of teasing me and take me into your mouth immediately. You stroke my cock and balls while teasing my knob with your tongue and lips. Your touch makes me shiver with lust. It seems like you work me for ages, leaving me swollen and begging for further attention. 

You stand and lean forward towards me, kissing me hard and deep, letting me taste my juices in your mouth. You push my legs together and turning to face away, straddle me. I hold your hips, you reach down and guide my cock to where you need it. You stroke the tip of my cock across your still naked pussy and tease your clit with my end. You look over your shoulder and tell me what you want. 

I gasp as you start to lower yourself very slowly onto my member, your pussy slowly giving itself up to me. You raise your self for a moment, then resume your assault until eventually you are totally impaled.

You lean back against me, your back on my chest, and sigh contentedly. I reach around and start to unbutton your blouse, then start to massage your beautiful breasts. You lean forward for a second, so I can undo your bra, then lean back. 

I whisper in your ear and tell you to look across the room. There, facing us, is my full length mirror. We can see my cock buried inside your pussy and my hands cupping your breasts. You know I love to watch and start to slowly rub your clit while our eyes meet in the mirror. 

I am so close to loosing my cool, all I want to do is hold your hips and bounce you up and down on my cock for all I am worth, but some how I keep control. You can feel this and it drives you on, you keep playing with yourself and spread yourself wide to give us both a better view. 

I pinch your nipples between my fingers and you cry out, momentarily in pain and then in lust. I can feel you building to your climax again, your breath is getting more ragged and your fingertips are moving faster. Our eyes meet again and this is your trigger. You cum violently, your body shaking as I hold you tightly again. 

Eventually we regain our senses and start to giggle at the sight in the mirror. 

'Isn't about time I let you cum' you ask? 

'I would struggle to argue that point' I laughed. 

You bend forward and release me from your tight pussy for a moment, whilst collecting something from your bag. 

'Don't fight this, just enjoy it' you whisper and raise yourself up again to take me. For a second I cannot work out what is happening, then it dawns on me, your are not aiming my cock at your pussy. You position my rock hard tool against your bum and gradually increase the pressure. 

You are relishing the feeling of surrender as your bottom allows my cock entry a tiny bit at a time. Gradually you work me and ease me inside. Every time I slide a little deeper inside you increases the burning desire building inside me. I fight the urge to force you down my length and impale your tight arse with my cock. You lean against me, my chest supporting your back. I find that I can now kiss your neck, and as you relax again with a sigh, I finally slide all the way in. 

Your muscles grip me as I throb and we both pause for breath. I can barely guess what will happen next. You draw your legs up and put your feet on the arms of the chair, then start rubbing yourself slowly, teasing us both and preparing for the next stage in your plan. 

I realise that you have a toy in your hand, a glass dildo which you must have had in your bag. You start to slide it across your pussy lips while I kneed and massage your beautiful breasts. I start kissing you up and down your neck and whispering dirty to you. You can take it no longer and, after a deep breath, plunge the toy deep inside your pussy. 

The sensation catches us both by surprise, I can feel the ridges and swirls of the toy right up against me, through you. You moan in pleasure, your pussy gripping the toy, your bottom squeezing me, me squeezing your boobs. You can hardly contain your lust and frantically work the glass member in and out of your hungry sex. I can feel the ridges through you, giving as much pleasure to me as it does you. 

We are both approaching climax, every muscle in my body tightens as you shake in pure pleasure, the love toy you are frantically working is wanking us both to a frenzy. I grab a handful of your hair and shout my climax. I explode deep inside your bum, filling you with cum while you shake in ecstasy. You collapse back onto me, we are both slipping into a blissful sexual exhaustion, shocked by the intensity of our orgasms. 

Eventually we separate for a moment and crawl into my welcoming bed to hold each other close and discuss in awed whispers the beautiful thing we had just shared. How on earth will we beat that we wonder? 

'Well, two toys would leave your mouth free' I suggest with a wicked smile.......



The Chair



"I know what you want," she whispered in my left ear, her warm moist breath tickling my earlobe. Grabbing my left arm, she secured it to the arm of the wooden chair in which I was seated, naked and blindfolded. "And you're going to get it," her sultry whisper had moved over to my right ear now. I felt her lips gently kissing the back of my neck as she secured my right arm to the chair, just as she had with the left. "The only question is," she continued, "do you know what it is?"

I certainly did not. The night had not started with anything so unusual. Oh, I knew that she was in the mood. My wife had given me that undeniable look even before we were done eating dinner. My suspicions were only confirmed when she told me to put the plates away and then come upstairs, but never before had she put together anything like this. As I eagerly climbed the stairs, I was ready for our typical lovemaking, which was satisfying, if a little on the dull side.

As I opened the door, my eyes immediately went to my wife's gorgeous body, sprawling on the bed in her finest bright-red lingerie. Her large, firm breasts ached to break free from the lacy undergarment, hard, pink nipples poking out beneath the skimpy fabric. She pulled me down onto the bed on top of her, our lips locking in a passionate kiss that so often started our amorous activities. Her hands moved slowly down my back, pulling my shirt up and over my head before slowly, tracing down my bare chest with a delicate touch I had come to appreciate. It wasn't until then that I noticed something new in the bedroom, a sturdy wooden armchair.

"Where did that come from?" I asked with a smile. I just assumed she had been shopping and found another deal she couldn't pass up.

"No questions," she replied, sitting up and flipping her silky red hair over her shoulder. She reached down for my pants, unbuckling the belt and shoving my trousers down in one quick motion. My cock was already at full attention just seeing her dressed as she was and acting so obviously horny. With it peeking out through the front slit in my boxers, she gently caressed it before tucking it back into my shorts, despite my moans of pleasure at her touch. Standing up, my wife moved around behind me, again running her hands down my chest while pressing her bosom to my back. This time, upon reaching my shorts, she reached a hand inside, grasping my cock and gently stroking it as the other hand pulled downward on the waistband.

I stepped out of the puddle of clothing now on the floor at my feet and turned to face my wife. Pulling her close again, our lips locked and then parted slightly, probing each other's mouths with our tongues. My hands expertly moved to her bra clasp, aching to get my hands on those glorious mounds.

"Not so fast," she quipped, just as I was about to unhook it. "I have something special in mind tonight."

"Oh really? What's that?" I asked playfully.

My wife went over to the nightstand and pulled out a blindfold. "Here, put this on." She handed it to me with a mischievous grin. What in the world was she up to? With a moment's hesitation, I covered my eyes and stood there, naked as the day I was born with an erection that could drill through granite. My wife guided me to the wooden chair and sat me down, my rock-hard cock pointing straight up in the air. I could feel the cold wood grain against my bare skin, both unnerving and arousing at the same time. 

"I know what you want," she whispered in my left ear, her warm moist breath tickling my earlobe. Grabbing my left arm, she secured it to the arm of the wooden chair in which I was seated, naked and blindfolded. "And you're going to get it," her sultry whisper had moved over to my right ear now. I felt her lips gently kissing the back of my neck as she secured my right arm to the chair, just as she had with the left. "The only question is," she continued, "do you know what it is?"

Now helpless to remove the blindfold, I was strangely turned on by all this. I had never really shared any of my fantasies with my wife, afraid they might upset her or that she might find them too kinky, but now I was strapped to a chair, naked and blindfolded as my wife strutted around the room in her sexiest lingerie. "I have no idea," I answered her finally, "but I think I'm about to find out."

My wife could only giggle. I could hear her moving around to the front of the chair and felt her kneeling down in front of me. Her fingers delicately grazed my cock before sliding down my left leg. In one smooth motion, she secured that leg to the chair also before doing the same to my right. I was now completely secured to that chair, the only movement I could manage was a slight lifting of my hips.

I felt my wife drawing close only an instant before her lips hungrily locked onto mine, passionately kissing me deeply. I ached to caress her magnificent breasts, but my restraints held firm. I was completely at her mercy. She broke the kiss, trailing more down my neck and chest, leaving a sloppy, wet trail down to my dick which was now aching for attention. I almost came immediately when I felt her warm, wet mouth embrace my cock, spasms of pleasure going through my body, which only seemed to be enhanced by my struggle against the bonds.

Her head bobbed slowly up and down my shaft, her hands tickling my balls as her tongue worked magic around the head of my engorged member. Pulling the full length of it back into her mouth and out again, my wife sucked my cock with more enthusiasm and voracity than I could ever remember. Releasing it from her mouth, she gently started stroking my cock with one hand before her tongue teased gently at my balls, flicking across the sensitive surface in time with her strokes. She placed her tongue flat up against the base of my cock, and in one motion licked up the entire length and back down as she engulfed my shaft once again.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna come," I moaned as she slurped away hungrily at my rock hard member.

"Not just yet," she replied, pulling my cock out of her mouth.

I could hear her standing up and walking away from the chair, wondering what else she had in mind. "Mmmm, so what else do I have to look forward to?" I asked. I was answered only by silence. "Honey? Hon? Where'd you go?" Again there was no answer. Suddenly, I became nervous. I was tied up, helpless and naked, sporting the biggest erection of my life and my wife had inexplicably disappeared. What if something had happened to her? Was she alright? I didn't remember hearing anything out of the ordinary, but was I just oblivious? I sat there blindfolded for what felt like an eternity, struggling against the straps that just would not budge. Several minutes must have passed before I heard the door open and close again.

"Are you ready for more?" my wife asked.

"Oh God, yes!" I replied. "Honey, what's going on, I..."

"No questions, just trust me," she said.

With that I felt her breath hot and moist against my cock again which had just slightly softened despite the minutes of near-panic. She hesitantly took it into her mouth, my cock almost instantly springing back to full attention. She slid her mouth up and down on my slippery shaft, the feeling somehow different than before. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I wasn't about to complain! With my cock still in her warm, wet mouth, I felt her tongue dancing around, forming itself to the shape of my prick, the wet, tickly texture of her tongue running up and down the length of my shaft sending shivers down my spine.

"Mmmm, where'd you learn that one?" I moaned.

My cock popped out of her mouth just long enough for her to say, "I thought I told you no questions!" and then she was right back to work, aggressively bobbing up and down. Her hands caressed my thighs, chest and balls throughout, leaving me dumbfounded with pleasure.

When my cock finally slid free from that incredible mouth again, I was breathing hard and struggling harder again my restraints, futile as it was. I felt my wife's hand firmly take hold of my dick just for an instant before she positioned herself in my lap and slid it into her juicy wet snatch. Try as I might, my thrusts we extremely limited by my inability to move, her tight, hot hole gripping my shaft with each and every bounce. My wife began to push herself up and down, impaling herself on my massive rod, using me as her own personal sex-toy. Her buttocks smacked against my lap with every stroke and her moans of pleasure became louder and more intense. I could tell she was getting close. The feeling in my cock was incredible. It was like I was fucking my wife from behind (because essentially, I was) but she was doing all the work. Her tight, wet hole clenched tight around my manhood as she continued humping me with everything she had. Suddenly, she cried out in ecstacy, "OHHHH, YEAAAAHH!!! YES!! YES!!! OHHHHHHHHH!"

Her motions gradually slowed to a stop, leaving me seconds from blowing my load in her tight hole. "Oh baby, I'm almost there, come on," I moaned. I could hear her start to giggle again. Something strange was definitely going on. I felt the cool rush of air on my hot cock as she wiggled her way free, the wet juices accentuating the coolness of the sudden change. "Honey? Where are you going?" Again I was met with silence. I could hear her moving around behind the chair and felt her hands gently caress my chest.

"I told you I had something special planned, and I don't want you to miss out on the best part!"

She spent the next several minutes rubbing my chest and teasing my nipples while she licked and kissed at the back of her neck. She turned my head to the side and my lips quickly found one of her incredible tits, licking and sucking at her erect nipples in the cool air. Her hands caressing my hair as I licked hungrily at her breasts. Without warning, she pulled away, leaving me licking at only air. Her footsteps walked back around to the front of the chair.

"Now just relax, sweetheart," my wife cooed. I could feel her weight pressing down on the arms of the chair again and my cock brushed up against her buttocks as she positioned herself for another fucking.

"Round 2, huh?" I said with a smile.

"Oh yes, sweetheart, round 2" came the reply.

With that I felt a hand on my cock once again, guiding it to the entrance of her womanhood. In it slid, a little less smoothly than the first time, but she was still incredibly wet. As soon as the head of my cock disappeared into her snatch, I could tell something was different. My wife's cunt felt...strange, and not in a bad way, just unusual. It wasn't tighter or looser, wetter or drier, just different, like the internal ridges of her hole had been re-formed in those few minutes between fucking.

Once again, she began slowly sliding up and down my shaft, an entirely new sensation of pleasure running through my body. It was like I was fucking her for the first time all over again. I tried with all my might to thrust in time with her movements, but the restraints keep my attempts to a minimum. Once again, I was her toy, being used for her pleasure. She tried to stifle moans of pleasure, but they escaped her lips. She began humping faster, thrusting my hard cock deep into her pussy over and over and over again, her moans growing louder with each thrust. She moaned like she'd never moaned before, whispering to me "harder, harder, oh yeah, more, give it to me!" My wife had never talked much during sex, so this was an incredible turn on. My cock ached to shoot hot, sticky cum deep into my wife's tight pussy when I suddenly felt her hands caressing my chest again - from behind. My brain practically exploded. I couldn't process everything that was happening. With wet kisses to the back of my neck, she slid her hands up and pulled the blindfold from my head.

I all but blew my load right then and there when I saw my cock buried in the cunt of Stacy, my wife's best friend. She had stopped her humping and had a huge smile on her face, as did my wife. Stacy's toned, athletic body was beautiful, especially since she was riding me like a stallion.

"Surprise, hon," my wife beamed. I couldn't believe my eyes. Stacy, about whom I'd fantasized on occasion, was actually here, fucking me like there was no tomorrow while my wife watched. AFTER my wife had already fucked me for all she was worth. A massive load of cum welled up from deep within me and Stacy twitched her hips ever so subtlety. My cock exploded a fountain of jizz, shooting wad after wad deep into the athletic blonde's tight, wet cunt. I shot over and over again, harder than I had ever come before, until I though I had emptied out my entire reserves in one massive orgasm.

"Oh my God, hon, that was....was....just.....WOW" I stuttered. "You and then her and then you and....and...well, you can untie me now, that was amazing!"

"Untie you? What, now? You think we're finished?" my wife replied with a sly grin.

Taking Stacy by the hand, my wife led her over to the end of the bed and laid her down. My wife knelt down in front of the freshly-fucked blonde who spread her legs wide. "We're going to make a night of this," my wife said as she inched her face closer and closer to Stacy's snatch.



The Chair



Amelia put the last of her delivery round in the back of her van and closed the doors carefully. She looked up at the blue sky, not a cloud in sight, it may only be June but it was already hot and held the promise of a hot summer to come. She gathered her hair up and screwed it into a knot at the back of her head. Turning around she walked back into the shop.

Rosie, her boss and owner of Rosie's Posies gave Amelia her delivery round and told her she would see her later. Amelia grabber her bottle of water and her sunglasses and walked out to the van. As she opened the door the scent of warm flowers wafted around her and she smiled. It was days like this that reminded her how much she loved her job.

She got into the van and organised herself, holding her cold water bottle between her knees. She was grateful that she had decided to wear her shorts, even though Rosie tutted each time she did, she had to admit they were short shorts and if she wasn't careful when she bent over, they showed rather more of the cheeks of her pert backside than was proper. She leant over to the glove box and opened it, taking out a tube of sunscreen and applying it liberally to her bare arms, stopping to flick a couple of stray bugs from her sunshine yellow halter top. She always had the same problem with it but it was one of her favourites and a few bugs were a small price to pay. She rubbed the sunscreen into her legs and thighs, checked her route and started the van. Paulo Nutini blared out of the CD player and she turned out of the yard.

As she drove through the streets to her first drop off, she sang along with the songs, windows open, she grinned as heads turned to look at her, the bright green delivery van covered in large yellow and white daisies always attracted attention wherever she went and she always felt as though it was spreading a little sunshine as she drove down the road no matter the weather. Stopping at traffic lights, she continued singing as she looked across to her right. A business man in a suit and tie driving a large BMW watched her and she laughed and blew him a kiss as the lights changed for her filter lane. Today was a good day and she was feeling flirty. Must be the weather, she thought.

Gradually her van emptied, roses, carnations, freesias and lilies all leaving their fragrance wherever she left them. Amelia always said she didn't need perfume, that the flowers left their perfume daily. As it was approaching lunchtime she decided to eat her apple and picked it up. Sinking her white teeth into the crisp green flesh, juice pearling on the skin as she took a bite, sucking it on her tongue, taking in the sharpness with a small ripple of her body as the tartness ran through her.

Amelia briefly double checked her delivery board. A dental surgery was the last morning delivery and she laughed out loud as she read the name of the person who was the recipient of the very large bouquet in the back of her van.

Miss Daisy Roots, the delivery document read and Amelia laughed again and shook her head. Some ones parents had a sense of humour she thought. She noted the address and frowned, she wasn't aware of a dental surgery in that particular parade of shops but it had been a while since she had been there and you never knew what shops were going to spring up there next.

She weaved her way across town, not bothering with short cuts, simply enjoying the heat, the blue skies, the music and the day. Pulling her van up in the car park at the rear of the parade she got out and walked to the back of the van, throwing open the doors and leaning almost full length into the back to get the very large arrangement.

She pulled it forward and breathed in the scents rising from the pink and white abundance. Roses, freesias, sweet peas and carnations mixed in with poppies and a miriad of other flowers. Amelia lifted it up, struggling to get her arms around it. Blimey, she thought, someone has gone to town. She closed the doors of the van by pushing them with her feet and then turned, peering around the side of the flowers to see where she had to go. Watching her footing, she headed for the door, hopeful there were no handles to turn otherwise she would have problems getting in.

She turned her back to the door and pushed with her backside. It swung in smoothly and Amelia turned to find the waiting room empty. She stood and waited for a moment. Looking around she decided she wasn't going to find anyone while she was stood still.

"Hello?" she called and waited for a reply.

No voice came back to her. Amelia turned once more and spotted a coffee table. Placing the flowers carefully on it, she slid her hands into the back pockets of her shorts and decided to venture forth and find someone. Calling as she went, Amelia wandered through to the back of the surgery. As she walked through she checked all the rooms, calling as she put her head around each door. It seemed deserted but she continued her search until she came to an outside door.

The door was ajar and Amelia peered around it out into a courtyard. She couldn't see or hear anything from where she was so she opened the door and stepped outside. The courtyard was bright and sunny. Amelia shaded her eyes with one hand and looked around.

"Hello?" she called as she walked around the corner. She stopped dead in her tracks and drank in the sight lounging in front of her.

A man lay in the full sun, naked, his body glowing as his skin drank in the heat. Amelia estimated that he was around 45 years old, with long legs and rather large feet. She smirked at the thought of the old adage of feet and penis comparison, then found herself automatically looking up in between his legs to make the comparison for herself, her eyebrows rising appreciably. Following up towards his face she took in his chest, pale hairs curling on it and then up to his face. Smooth skin and a chiselled jaw, his hair in short soft curls, sticking up slightly and looking a bit awry. He had full lips which looked soft and kissable and Amelia found herself betting that his eyes were blue but it seemed a shame to disturb him to find out. The only indication that he wasn't actually asleep was that his foot was moving in time with the silent music being piped into his ears through headphones attached to the iPod in his hand.

Amelia smiled and stood in his sun, purposely blocking its path. The man frowned but did not open his eyes, assuming it was a cloud passing over. A minute later, he tutted.

"Daisy, get out of the bloody sun you little bitch." He growled.

Amelia stood her ground watching him. Mischief had taken over and she was now curious to see his reaction and the outcome.

"Daisy, I wont fuckin tell you again. MOVE!" he said sharply as he opened his eyes and looked up.

"Oh fuck," he said with feeling and immediately put his hand over his groin. "I told that dozy mare to lock the damn door."

"Wellllllll, she didn't," Amelia said and laughed, looking at his hand, "It's a bit late for that too."

The man looked at Amelia and grinned.

"Well, yes, I suppose it is." Then he frowned. "Anyway, can I help you? You really shouldn't be around here."

Amelia smiled again.

"Actually, I'm delivering flowers for the 'dozy mare'," she said. "My name is Amelia and I need a signature."

"Oh!" the man said. "Well, I'm Simon and I don't have a pen, as you can see."

Amelia giggled and turned around towards the door, turning her head to look over her shoulder just in time to see Simon getting up. She stopped in her tracks and turned fully to watch him. He stood to his full height and stretched languidly. His long, straight body glowed in the sun, his legs apart, fair curly hair, burnished, on his thighs and around his genetallia, his flaccid penis bobbing about as his body rippled. His arms dropped heavily and he reached for his long shorts and shirt from a chair at the side of the lounger. Amelia drank him in, his ease, his form. He looked up to see her watching and grinned. Amelia blushed and thought to herself, his eyes are green, oh wow and she looked away hurriedly, turning once more to the door.

Simon stepped into his shorts and put his arms into his shirt. Not bothering to button it he followed Amelia back into the surgery. He smiled as he watched her backside swaying from side to side in the tight denim shorts, her tanned back showing no lines in the gap of her halter neck.

Amelia walked through and picked up her clip board. She decided not to move the flowers again, it was safe enough where it was. Turning to Simon, she presented him with the board. He grabbed a pen and signed it with a flourish.

"I bought them for my receptionist." Simon explained.

"Very nice." Amelia answered.

Simon laughed.

"We have been open a year and I couldn't have done it without her. She does all the paperwork which I am useless at, so I thought it would be nice to thank her."

"I can understand that." Amelia answered as she turned around and looked about, patting her pockets at the same time.

"Lost something?" Simon asked.

"Erm, everything it appears. My sunglasses, keys and water bottle." She answered with an embarrassed smile.

"Oh, well I know where your glasses are. They are on top of your head." Simon answered laughing.

Amelia reached up and felt the top of her head.

"Christ you must think I am blonde." She said.

"Actually no, I do it too. Now. Car keys." He said looking around.

They both searched around for the keys and whilst they, each appraised the other. Long legs, bare backs and torsos on show, eyes travelling as they moved about the waiting room looking. Amelia humpfed in frustration.

"I swear, I need these keys on a bit of string around my neck, I am always loosing them." She said.

"Well it is a very pretty neck." Simon answered in reply.

Amelia smiled and shoved her hands in her pockets shrugging. Her breasts came together and moved in unison with her shoulders, bobbing slightly with the lack of underwear.

"Ok, where else did you go?" Simon asked.

"Every bloody where." Amelia muttered.

"Well, lets go and look everywhere then." Simon answered with a grin.

Amelia stuck her tongue out at him and walked through the door. Slowly, retracing her steps with Simon walking in her wake.

Neither spoke as they looked around each room carefully. Amelia had no clue where she had left her key, she genuinely was a complete scatterbrain at times and often mislaid them. They generally turned up but as she walked around the surgery she wracked her brains as to where she could have left them.

Together they looked in each room, ruling each one out as they went around. Amelia walked into the small x-ray room and gave a cursory glance, saw nothing and turned around to walk out. She turned straight into Simon.

"Urk!" she said with a sudden exclamation. She had stopped so suddenly that her nose had hit Simon in the chest and she now looked up at him with a grin.

"Sorry." She giggled.

"That's ok." He answered, but made no move to get out of her way.

Amelia found herself colouring again under Simons intense gaze, a gaze she couldn't break.

Simon looked into Amelia's grey eyes and smiled as she bit her bottom lip. Just within his eye shot he could see her breathing becoming more rapid and made an instant decision, hoping that he was not about to make a massive mistake.

Bending his head he kissed her lips gently. Amelia drew in a ragged breath, her eyes closing. In her mind she was doing battle between being outraged and need. Her need and in return responding was winning hands down.

Simon pulled back and waited for a reaction. Amelia slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Her grey eyes now taking on a blue hue as they always did when she was aroused. She put her hand on Simons chest and looked up at him.

"We really should....ummm look." She said quietly, looking up at him.

I was right, she thought, they are kissable. As she thought it, he bent and kissed her again. This time Amelia responded fully and pressed herself against him. Simons arms came around her and pulled her in closer, his tongue snaking into her mouth to toy with hers. Amelia moaned slightly as they played with each other, both pairs of full lips teasing each other, sucking, gently tugging on each other, lips captured by teeth, lips sucking tongues into mouths to play once more. 

Simons hands travelled over Amelia's back, his fingers gently trailing over bare skin, while Amelia's hands moved over him, one on his chest, one moving to the back of his neck to gently play with the short hairs there. Some minutes later they broke the kiss. Amelia looked breathless as she looked up at him.

"I shouldn't be doing this," she stammered. "What must you think of me?" She finished, taking a step back and moving to the side of him to get out of the small room.

"Amelia, I'm sorry." Simon said.

"Its ok, I just should find my bloody keys and go." She replied.

"Ok, come on." He said and held out his hand to her.

He couldn't help feeling disappointed as she took his hand and he led her out of the room. A small sense of shame washed over him.

They walked into Simons surgery and started looking around. Amelia let out a small yelp of glee as Simon crossed the room and picked up the van keys from the large dental chair in the middle of the room, swinging them on one finger. Amelia crossed over to him and took them from him, a small puzzled look on her face. Her fingers covered her mouth as she realised how they got there.

"I bent down to do up my sandal and I put the keys on the chair." She said.

"Silly bugger." He laughed.

Amelia stretched up and kissed him.

"Thank you." She said.

"You....are welcome." Simon answered.

"I suppose I should go." Amelia said with a small hint of regret in her voice.

"I suppose so." Simon answered.

Amelia looked up at him again. His eyes are very green, she thought and those lips are very kissable. Before she had the chance to turn and go, Simon bent and kissed her once again. The kiss was tender and tentative, uncertain. Amelia threw caution to the wind and wrapped her arms around Simons neck. Emboldened, Simon pulled Amelia in.

The kiss felt as though it lasted forever. Amelia had always loved kissing, rating it at the top of her list. Slow and sensual, tongues dancing, snaking around each other as they were now, tracing outlines of lips, teeth coming into play as they pulled on lips both top and bottom before the whole sequence began again, variations on a theme

Amelia broke the kiss as Simon's hands moved up her back and under her top, around to her small breasts, her already erect nipples brushing against his hand. She could feel his arousal against the small of her stomach and although a small part of her mind told her she shouldn't be doing this, a larger part of it was telling the small part to shut the hell up and leave.

"Shouldn't you lock the door this time?" Amelia asked. "And what about your assistant?"

Simon looked down at her.

"I'll text Daisy and tell her to take an extended break, I have no patients until later this afternoon anyway." He said over his shoulder as he walked through the door towards the front door of the surgery. He flicked the latch and for good measure, shot the bolts at the top and bottom of the door. Turning, he looked at Amelia who was standing in the corridor.

"Well she can't even get in now if she tries." He said with a grin.

He picked up his phone and typed out a quick text, sending it. Putting the phone down he walked across to Amelia again, ignoring the answering beep from the phone.

Pulling Amelia back into the surgery, he left the door open letting in the small, slight breeze to clear the overly warm room. He spun her around and caught her in his arms, bending this head for another kiss. Amelia once again responded in kind.

Simon's hands came up and first undid the tie at the back of Amelia's neck, he then brought his hand up a little further and with a twist, unknotted her long dark hair which fell down over her bare shoulders. Amelia's fingers found their way into Simon's shirt and around his back, fingers travelling and exploring.

She reached up and slid Simon's shirt over his shoulders and onto the floor, Simon's fingers were, meanwhile, busy. One wound in her hair, pulling her where he wanted her, the other moving to the front of her shorts to pop the button and pull the zip. Amelia's hands moved down and did the same to Simon's long shorts, a sudden sense of need and desire totally overtaking her.

Simon pushed her shorts over her hips and they dropped to the floor, his hand came away from her hair and he hooked his thumbs into her top. Not wanting to break the kiss, he pushed it downwards. It stretched easily over her hips and she was soon left standing in a small pile of clothes, just a pair of wedge sandals, the ribbons of which were tied up her calves to bows behind her knees.

Simons shorts dropped easily to the floor and he stepped out of them and his beach shoes as he manoeuvred Amelia towards the large dental chair. Amelia backed up and felt the backs of her legs against it, she lowered herself onto it taking Simon with her. 

Simon broke the kiss and bent down, lifting the arm on the chair. Scooping her legs up under her knees he swung Amelia onto the chair. She giggled as her bare backside squeaked on the vinyl material. Simon smiled, bent forward and placed a kiss on Amelia's stomach. Amelia giggled again and placed her hand on Simon's head lightly.

"Put your leg over the arm." Simon said looking up.

Amelia did as she was bade and threw her leg over the arm, exposing herself, her closely trimmed pubic hair as dark as the hair on her head. Simon sighed in pleasure as he watched her, his fingers very quickly moving to explore the lips of her labia, testing, dipping in to gauge how wet Amelia was. As he toyed, Amelia moaned softly and bit her lip as she watched him, sitting back in the chair, looking down as Simon watched his fingers trial over her, his finger nail catching the top of her clit, sending shudders through her. Amelia let her other leg fall over the other side of the chair, exposing herself fully to Simon.

Simon moved his foot and let it rest on a button on the floor. Amelia rose into the air gracefully until she was approximately 3 feet up. Simon moved to the end of the chair and laid the length of it, his head level with Amelia's hips. Leaning down, he kissed her exposed inner thighs and bit them softly, she moaned gently once more and slid down a little.

Simon breathed in the smell of the woman above him. She smelt of sunshine, sun block, vanilla, apples and sex. He moved his face inwards and gently sucked on Amelia's lips one by one, relishing the taste, he could taste almost all the smells and it was a heady mix. Amelia put her hand back on his head and sighed deeply, he felt so good. She ran her fingers through his hair and tilted her pelvis slightly in encouragement.

Simon did not need any encouragement but took advantage of it anyway, dipping his tongue in very slowly, making Amelia squirm even more. Gently he parted the cleft of her lips and nudged her clit with his nose. His tongue slid deeply into her and above him he heard Amelia draw in a sharp breath as he used the flat of his tongue to toy with her. He went across her clit in one long fluid movement, Amelia's reaction was to slide down the chair towards him. Simon moved his feet and hit a second button which immediately flattened the chair out slowly, leaving Amelia in a prone position. He continued to broadly lick her clit, changing occasionally to nip and suck on it, grinding down as he did.

"Oh fucking hell." Amelia breathed.

She lifted her legs and opened them wide, holding onto her ankles, her lemon yellow wedges waving around in the air as she wriggled under him. Her moans continued as Simon toyed with her clit and her folds, holding onto her hips, trying to keep her still as she brought her legs down over his shoulders, her calves and feet on his back, her thighs closing around his head. Her moans became a crescendo as Simon suddenly sucked Amelia's clit into his mouth hard and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. 




The Chair



Her hips lifted and she squealed , her thighs clamping around his head tightly as she came hard. A massive shudder ran through her as Simon continued to suck her clit, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her onto him. Tasting her over and over, not stopping, being guided by Amelia's moans and shudders until finally they turned into whimpers, each time his tongue passed over her hypersensitive clit, she mewled and pulled away a little.

Looking up he found Amelia with her eyes shut, breathless and dishevelled. A sheen of sweat covered her body, beads rolled down her hairline and hair was stuck to her sweat coated face, neck and breasts. Despite her state of disarray, Simon still thought she was stunningly beautiful and he simply watched her for a moment, his fingers stroking her thighs, teasing her lips, one fingernail lightly kissing the tip of her clit once more, making her curl up again. Simon laughed and kissed her shin lightly.

Amelia opened her eyes and found herself looking into Simons green ones. She smiled at him and bit her lip suddenly becoming coy. Simon laughed and grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her downwards towards him at the end of the chair. She shrieked as her skin parted company with the chair making a sound like soft paper tearing. He continued to pull until his arms were behind him, his hands still wrapped around her ankles.

Amelia wriggled down a little further until her knees were resting either side of his hips and she crossed her ankles behind him. His cock twitched against her sex and she moaned softly, wriggling her hips from side to side. Simon alternated between watching his cock against her and her face. Her arms were above her head and she wore a small smirk as she teased him, knowing full well the effect she was having on him.

Simon closed his eyes slowly and lost himself in the movements of Amelia's hips. It was torture against the head of his cock and he knew she was fully aware of it. He stood perfectly still for as long as possible, her movements leaving precum on her lips.

Unable to wait any longer, Simon put one hand between them both and deftly lined himself up with her warmth. His fingers parting her folds and his head sliding easily between. In one swift thrust he entered her deeply, her back arching and her own hips thrusting against him needfully as they both let out a long low moan and she pulled him into her, tightening her legs around him. He stood, motionless, settling himself, before pulling back until just the head of his cock was inside Amelia. Rubbing slowly against her, he watched Amelia's face as she lost herself in the sensations going on inside her.

Low moans left Amelia as Simon stroked into her, his hands coming up her body slowly, relishing watching her squirm and wriggle, her back arching, her small breasts moving as she writhed against him. He reached up and cupped one breast, the other hand basing itself on her nipple, first rolling then pinching, then finally twisting and pulling, making her moan loudly, her body still moving, her head now following suit, her hair spreading out like a halo around her head, her skin glistening in the heat of the room.

Simon reached behind him and took her ankles, bringing Amelia's legs around and straightening them to rest them up his chest and either side of his head. The sweat sheening her legs was cool against his torso and she wriggled down further and closer to him, her backside against the top of his thighs as Simon started to thrust more deeply into her, pushing upwards with each stroke, more powerful with each thrust, his torso and thighs slapping against Amelia's thighs and backside.

Amelia held her hands out and Simon took them, pulling her towards him with a deep groan as he felt himself go as deep as he could within her, the head of his cock nudging against her cervix. She moaned deeply, the long deep strokes taking her breath away, her mouth open in a silent scream as she tried to get her breath back. In a rush her lungs filled and she let out a choked moan which turned into a growl as he continued to take her. 

Simon watched Amelia's face as he powered into her, biting on her bottom lip as she pulled him into her, the slam against each other wet, not just from Amelia but a product of their combined efforts, Simon feeling the sweat start to trickle down his spine while he watched a bead of sweat roll down the crescent under Amelia's breast.

Amelia suddenly raised her head and looked at Simon.

"Oh jesus, fuck!" she growled, all her strength pulling her into Simon as her orgasm hit her, exploding through her in colours, waves and bursts as it washed over her and her cunt clamped around Simon's swollen cock, milking it. Simon continued to thrust into her as her orgasm waned, his own now so close he could almost taste it. With a final series of thrusts, an animal growl left him and he shuddered as he felt a warmth leave him, spurts of cum emptying into Amellias more than willing sex.

Amelia's legs slid down Simon's arms and he leant forward panting, a drop of sweat fell from his face and splashed onto Amellias stomach. Slowly, he stood straight once more, his now flaccid cock, sliding slowly from Amelia. He looked down and smiled, she smiled back at him. 

"Well if this is the celebration after finding a set of keys, I would love to see the celebration after finding something important." He said.

"Ummm, yes, well..." Amelia stuttered. "Maybe one day I will show you."

"I suppose we should get dressed," Simon said. "Lets discuss this in the shower." He took Amelia's hand and helped her peel herself from the chair then led her down the corridor to a small shower room.

Simon locked the door behind them and turned the light and shower on. He ushered Amelia in and then joined her. The shower was easily big enough for them both and they took it in turns to wash each other, Simon taking his time over Amelia's hair, becoming mesmerized making sure all the soap was out of it and it lay flat against her head and back. While they showered they talked and agreed to meet up again. After about 30 minutes Simon turned and switched off the shower, reaching for towels for both of them. Simon dried Amelia's back for her and squeezed the drips from her hair before drying himself. 

They let themselves out of the shower room and walked naked down the corridor into the surgery to retrieve clothes and shoes. Simon tied Amelia's top back up for her and she then sat and tied up her sandals. That done, she stood and picked up her keys and her sunglasses.

"Well, I suppose that's me. You had better let me out." Amelia said standing and reaching up slightly to kiss Simon. 

Simon gathered her in his arms and kissed her thoroughly.

"Yes, I suppose so." He said with a touch of regret and took her hand leading her to the door. As he undid the bolts and the latch, Amelia wrote down her mobile number and gave it to Simon. He tucked it into his pocket and kissed Amelia once more.

Amelia picked up her clipboard and looked at him.

"I'm late now and it's your fault." She laughed, pulling the door open. As she moved to go out she was nearly bowled over by a young blonde woman.

"Ah, Daisy Roots," she said. "Those are for you." And she pointed at the flowers.

The blonde woman looked at her and then at Simon. A broad smile broke across her face and she ran and hugged her boss. Simon smiled and hugged her back like an indulgent father, but his eyes were on Amelia as she blew him a kiss, put on her sunglasses and walked out into the afternoon sun.

Somehow, she knew she would hear from him again. Soon. 



The Chair



I pull into the driveway, checking the address. Pretty sure it is the right house, but I've never been here before. Out of the car, walking to the front door -- wondering to myself "Am I really going to see her again, after all this time?" And hearing the answer, loudly unspoken "Yes." I can hear your footsteps approaching the front door, a familiar pace, a pattern I've heard before. As you open the door, the years sweep away -- "Hi, you" I say, the vocalization sounding odd after all the non-verbal exchanges we've had. "Hi yourself" you answer. "I've been expecting you."

You ask me to come upstairs, saying "I've got something to show you." I follow you into the master bath and stop, confused, or perhaps surprised - there is a chair in the middle of the room, a chair with arms, placed so it is facing the shower; four scarves are draped on the counter nearby. Candles are burning all around -- several on the counter, a few on the floor by the shower, flickering yellow, sensuous light dancing around the room. They surround the chair, making it the focus, a centerpiece.

"Don't talk," you say. "Get undressed." I do. You tell me to sit in the chair, then use the scarves to tie my wrists and ankles to the chair, immobilizing me. My body starts to respond -- although I don't know what is next, I've not seen this side of you in many years, and it excites me.

Standing before me, reflected in the mirror, you very slowly undress. First the blouse, button by agonizing button, uncovering the swell of your breasts. I realize as you unfasten them, one by one, that your nipples are betraying you -- standing up against the fabric -- because you are not wearing a bra. All the buttons open, the blouse hangs free, showing a clear run of bare flesh from head to navel, but only promises and flashes of intimate flesh, memories rise just like my body does. You shrug, and it falls to the floor -- proud body, breasts erect, confident in yourself and what you are doing to me. Now the pants -- done equally slowly, the zipper moving down tooth by tooth, exposing yourself to me. Your hands, sliding down your hips, push the belt and everything else before them, dropping around your ankles where you kick it all away. You pause, momentarily, a naked statue of woman, fully aware of yourself, enjoying the look you see in my eyes, feeling my desire.

You step into the shower, water cascading off your naked body. I can only watch through the glass as you lather, rubbing all over, looking back at me as you run your slippery hands across your smooth curves. The glass starts to fog, partially blocking my sight, but only in places - when you splash or move, the water hitting the glass briefly clears the mist, providing a brief glimpse, a snapshot of nude woman. You rinse, making sure I can see, then sit down on the bench, leaning back into the corner with one leg raised, knee up towards me. I'm not sure what to expect next -- you pick up a razor and cream, looking toward me as if asking a question. I nod, not sure what is in store. You fill your hand with white, rubbing it between your legs, enjoying the view you are giving me. Then careful attention -- head bowed, sharp metal around tender lips, hands guiding and moving to get all the secret places. Another rinse -- I get a flash, an eyeful of bare smoothness -- my body calls out for contact, a touch, but I can't even move my hands to ease my heat. The final task done, you surprise me by turning toward me, smiling and starting to caress yourself. I see your hands start to wander in different patterns, first circling your breasts, then cupping and pinching a nipple; trailing down your flat stomach, toying with me, with yourself. Your hand strokes down the outside of your leg, over and back down the inside, stopping just shy, but promising more.

Your nipples are showing how excited you are, made even harder by your pinches, rolling your erections between your fingers. I watch your other hand stray down, between your legs, fingers cover then pull back, rubbing gently at lips that are starting to open, lips that are fully exposed to my eyes. You lick your fingers, tasting yourself, then go back for more, fingers moving in a circle. Now you are really aroused, wet but not from the shower, as you sit back and spread your legs open a bit more - I see a finger penetrate, working in and out, then two are inside. Your thumb is still stroking, working around your clit; I can see you move, writhing, excited knowing I am watching and can't do anything. My excitement is obvious, throbbing, calling for your hand, my hand, mouth, anything.

I hear you comment that your fingers are too small, and you need something bigger....as you reach onto the counter and pick up something - a dildo, a large hard cock with a curve. You ask if I mind -- "no.." is all I can answer, throatily. You tease me with it in the shower spray, licking some water drops off the end. Now your turn, teasing yourself with the tip, just brushing your lips, spreading them slightly with promise of more. Your other hand is still at work, fingers caressing either side of your mound, moving up and down, dipping into the wetness uncovered by the cock in your hand; I can hear some jagged breathing. From my chair, I see the dildo enter -- just barely, testing, sampling, then you pull back out, suddenly all the way in with a gasp and a shudder. All I can see is your hand holding the base of the cock, the rest of it buried deep within you. You start to work it in and out, twisting as it slides, feeling it curve inside you, looking at me, seeing the hard throb that I can't reach or touch. Your moisture glistens on the dildo each time you withdraw, showing me how big it is, how deep you are going. Smiling with the knowledge of how excited you have made me. Still using your other hand, sometimes holding, cupping your breast, pinching nipples, licking your fingers and rubbing, sliding around the cock, feeling the motion, in and around your lips, pressing on your hard clitoris.

Close now, pushing deep in your excitement, pressure in all the right spots, as you release with a long moan, a rising and falling scream that echoes in the shower. I am harder than I've ever been, drops of moisture that aren't sweat visible on the tip, desperate for your touch. You step out of the shower, toy in your hand, water drops bead on your erect flushed nipples. First you lean forward and offer a nipple to me, followed by the dildo. You watch me enjoy the taste of you as I lick, take it into my mouth. "OK," you say, "that's enough." Leaving me tied, you pull the cock from my mouth and put it into my hand, saying "keep that for later" and go into closet to dry and change. When you return, wearing sheer silk that only accentuates your curves, you untie me, then gently take me by my offered member and pull me to the bed for the next round.



The Chair



Morning came and he woke her with a long, deep kiss. She smiled up at him, expecting more, but he kissed her one more time then got in the shower.

She waited for him to come back. When he did he dressed and continued about his routine. As she got up to dress, he told her to put on her sexiest bra and panties underneath her work clothes and he'd think about her like that all day. Little sparks of excitement ran through her body. She slipped on the red lace bra that was just about see through, and the lace thong that matched it. He watched her as she put them on, and gave her another kiss.

As she went through her day, she felt sexy knowing what she had under her clothes. She wanted to touch herself, but mostly she wanted to feel him touch her. He sent her a few e-mails and left messages on her voice mail saying how much he wanted her and couldn't wait to get home. Her excitement built with each message. The day couldn't end fast enough.

When she arrived home she saw his car in the driveway. When she walked into the kitchen, everything had been removed except for one chair. On the chair lay a note that said, "You are so sexy and I can't wait to be with you. Take off everything but your bra and panties and I'll be down shortly." She wasn't sure what he had planned, but the uncertainty added to the excitement. 

She had been on the chair for a few minutes when he came down the stairs carrying one of her silk scarves. He lifted her up and kissed her long and hard. She felt her panties become wet as the kiss deepened. She reached out to hold him, but he grabbed her wrists and held her still. He told her to sit back down on the chair and put her arms behind her. When she did so, he ran the scarf over her body. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched her. He reached behind her to her wrists again, and bound them behind the chair. Excitement shot through her at the thoughts of what might come next. 

He stood in front of her, fully clothed and said, "Baby, you are so sexy and I want to please you. Tonight I am in charge and I will do everything to fulfill your desires." She shivered with anticipation.

He left the room for a few minutes, returning with a bottle of scented lotion. He warmed the lotion in his hands and spread it over her skin. He worked slowly, covering every inch of exposed flesh. She wanted to touch him as he touched her, but her arms remained bound. Soft little moans escaped from her lips as he continued to spread the lotion. 

He planted soft kisses all over her body. Each spot he kissed felt like it was on fire and she wanted more. She begged him for more, and he gave it to her. His mouth found her nipple. He sucked and nibbled through the lace. She arched into his mouth while she let out a loud moan. The pleasure was coming. Being unable to touch him heightened her pleasure. Just when she thought she might explode, he pulled back. She ached for him to continue. 

He told her to close her eyes. She obeyed. She felt something soft brushing over her skin, causing her to shiver slightly. It made a trail across her body. It was so soft but caused heat to build in her as she waited to find out where it would touch her next. He lifted her ass, hooked his thumbs into the elastic and removed her panties. She dared to sneak a peek and saw that he was holding a feather. She closed her eyes again and let herself sink into the sensation. As the feather lightly brushed across her clit she wanted to come from the unexpected sensation. It was pure ecstasy that lasted only briefly before he moved on. She wanted him to move the feather back to her clit. He touched her body in various places, occasionally going back to her clit. Each time it touched there she wanted more. He finally lingered there, teasing her, her pleasure building with each stroke. When he sensed she was nearing her peak, he stopped. She begged for release and he denied it. He told her, "Baby, I am getting so much pleasure bringing you pleasure. I am hard from watching you. Let me do this for you; for us." She relented and let him continue with his plans.

She heard something clink against glass. He allowed her to open her eyes. Her chest heaved with excitement as he carried a glass with ice from the counter. Her anticipation grew as he withdrew a cube from the glass and ran it over her ear, then replaced it with his hot mouth. Next it went down her throat, again followed by his mouth. The sensation of the intense cold followed by the heat of his mouth made her nipples tighten and her pussy wet. She loved the feelings he was giving her. He fingered the front of the bra where the clasp sat. She held her breath as wait for him to open it. His fingers lingered and his breath became more rapid, until he finally opened it and pushed the pieces of lace across her tits. Her nipples now erect, he ran the ice over one, then the other. He began to alternate as he had done before, rubbing the ice over her nipple, followed by his mouth. His tongue flicked over the hard bud and his teeth gently nipped and pulled. He knew she was close as he continued. He increased the frequency of the change of cold and heat until she came. The chair was wet with her juice but she didn't care. The pleasure he had given her was amazing. 

She fully expected, and wanted, him to plunge into her. He remained fully dressed. She wanted to see him naked and to feel him deep inside. She could see the bulge in his pants. She knew he wanted her, so why was he waiting? She was waiting and wanting him when she saw him reach for something. The soft hum told her that he had turned on a vibrator. She wanted him but she would happily take this substitute if it meant a release for all the pent of feelings that had occurred while she waited. 

However, he did not push the vibrator into her hot pussy. First he trailed it near her lips and told her how much he loved it when she wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked him. She imagined him in her mouth and moaned. It traveled down and vibrated across the nipples he had worked so well. He told her how much he loved to work and tease those nipples and hear the sounds that she made as he did it. Little bolts of lightning shot to her pussy as she listened to him describe what he liked. She ached for him to push the vibrator deep inside her, but he ran it over her clit. He told her how much he loved to run his tongue across that sweet little nub and the look in her eyes as he made her come when he did it. The vibration, along with his words, put her over the edge. A loud moan came from her as he made her come again. 

She pushed forward as he trailed the vibrator down to her now soaking wet pussy. She wanted it deep inside her and fucking her, hard. He denied her again. He allowed her only a couple of inches, then withdrew it. He knelt in front of her as he stroked the vibrator in and out, giving her just a little each time. His tongue found her clit, just as he had described a few moments ago. Instead of licking with the same pressure and intensity he normally did, he just flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit every few seconds. She needed more and she needed it now. She begged him repeatedly to finally fuck her. "I need you inside of me. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Baby, please." He let her beg for a few minutes. He turned the vibrator off, but left it inside her. He stood in front of her and she watched as he slowly removed his clothes. If her hands were free she'd be furiously tearing the clothes from his body, or bet yet, just dropping his pants. She'd be on her knees in front of him, taking him deep in her mouth and sucking him. These thoughts ran through her head as she was forced to watching him undress with agonizing patience. She wanted him, and now!

When he finished stripping, he stood before her, his hard on very apparent. He told her, "You did this. Pleasuring you, watching you get excited and seeing you come did this to me."

He grabbed her hips and pulled her forward so that her ass was at the edge of the chair. He touched her clit and ran his fingers down to her wet hole. The head of his cock slowly pressed into her. Again, she tried to arch into him to take more, but she couldn't move. She was still restrained. He held all the control. It was both agonizing and exciting. He determined what she got and when. She knew he wanted to fuck her. His hard on made that quite apparent, so why was he taking so long? As he pushed in a little further, and a little further with small strokes, they both moaned in pleasure. Finally. When he was fully into her he stopped. She clenched her pussy tight around him and he felt every bit of it. He pulled out slowly and repeated his slow thrust into her. She begged him for more, harder, faster, deeper, but he continued slowly. His pleasure came from the feeling of her around him and her eagerness and excitement. He couldn't hold back any longer. Everything was too good. He increased his speed, giving her what they both wanted. His thrusts came faster and faster as she grew tighter around him. They were both moaning with pleasure and taking it from each other. A few more strokes pushed him over the edge and he came inside her, triggering her orgasm. She clenched tightly around him and milked every drop from him as she came around him. 

He knelt in front of her, placing small kisses on the insides of her thighs. Excitement shot through her again. With the sensations he had given her, he was welcome to do this any time he wanted. Being able to enjoy her excitement made it even more intense. She began to think of how she could turn the tables on him and let him experience these sensations. She doubted that he'd last very long.



The Chair



I am tied to a chair with my legs spread open submissively. You put me there so that you could view my throbbing pussy and swollen lips. I am unable to move. 

You sit there for a minute, observing me bound to this piece of furniture and you become aroused. You place your hand gently between my shaking thighs and begin massage my clit with one hand, kissing me deeply, tongues intertwined, while stoking your cock with the other. You quickly become hard and pre cum starts to ooze from the tip of your throbbing cock. You stand in front of me letting me stare. I love watching you stroke yourself. You swipe the precum off your mushroom head and insert your cum soaked sticky fingers into my pussy, inserting the first of what will be much more of your stickiness into me.

You continue to finger me and I get wetter by the minute. You stick one, then two then all four fingers into my wet warm hole. I groan with delight. You can feel how wet I am for you and you cannot wait to fuck me. The visual of me tied to the chair, legs spread submissively, makes your balls begin to swell and have your cock bobbing up and down in anticipation.

This is our first time together and I have no idea what you have in store for me. We'd always chatted openly about our fantasies and you knew I had a secret desire to be fucked without a condom, yet once we finally met, we'd discussed the necessity of playing it safe. I had no idea that at that very moment, you have changed your mind. You plan to fuck me without a condom, without my consent. You need to be bad. I am just the girl you have been seeking. Tying me to the chair was your idea to gain control over me and make me your whore for the evening. We both discussed out kinks and fantasies and we both wanted this. 

I am submissive to your every whim. 

You stoke your cock harder thinking about dominating my cunt. Filling me with your sticky white seed. You are incredibly aroused. You are overwhelmed with naughty, lusty thoughts.

You straddle me, rubbing your balls around my face. You command me to lick them. I open my mouth hungrily and take your entire length into my mouth. You slowly begin to pump your shaft in and out of my mouth. You love the sound of my occasional gagging and you stroke my hair while I devour your length. You command me to suck gently on your balls.

You tell me you are ready to fuck and you start the filthy talk. We have worked each other into a frenzied state, by kissing and biting each other. You twist my nipples and caress my heaving breasts. You bend down between my legs and insert your fingers into my pussy then flick your tongue across my clit. I moan. You then slide your tongue into my wet, wanting cunt. My pussy lips are swollen and there is no hiding my arousal. 

I taste delicious and sweet and I groan and push myself into you more as you bury your face into me. You love how I taste and how I moan in pleasure. You cannot wait any longer....

Without warning, you slide your bare cock into my quivering, swollen pussy. I gasp in protest and shout "no!" Of course, I cannot push away because I am tied to the chair. Although you feel amazing inside of me, we had not agreed to this, but you have your own agenda. Your agenda is to have your way -- to slide your bare cock into my wet pussy and fuck me the way you want to fuck me. 

Of course, fucking without protection scares me, but this forbidden, lusty, carnal feeling of your bare cock filling me completely is amazing, so my protests quickly subside. I am conflicted between reason and desire. I am helpless and you are in control -- I can do nothing but watch you pump your dick furiously in and out of me. My frightened look arouses you and you thrust harder. Soon, you can hear that slushy wet fuck sound that can only come from skin on skin fucking. Although I am nervous, and I know it is wrong, I absolutely love the feeling of this bare fuck. I love the animalistic sounds we are making together. I love your carnal grunts of pleasure. We are fucking with wild abandon. Nothing exists in this place or in this time except our pleasure. Nothing exists except this fuck session. 

I can feel your swollen balls slapping against me you thrust harder and harder. Your cock is rock hard and you are pounding me as deep as you can do. I feel completely filled. The visual of your dick gliding in and out furiously pumping my cunt is more than I can take. I can feel how enlarged you are and I know this means you have a huge load of cum to deposit. I expect that any minute now as you plunge your cock deep into my wetness that you will soon pull out and cum over my face, my tits. Where ever you want. Although I hate the thought of you pulling out, I am prepared for it. 

Any second now. 

I wait.

You don't pull out. You continue to fuck me. The sounds get louder. Again, I grow nervous. What are you planning to do? I have no control. You lean in and whisper in my ear in a firm, yet soft voice that you are now going to cum deep inside my cunt. There is nothing I can do about it, you say. The wet fuck sound is filling the room. You are talking filthy to me and I am nodding submissively. 

"I am going to dump a huge load into you now" you say. I own this pussy and I plan to leave my mark on you. "You are going to love how I feel, warming your insides..."

"Tell me you want me to come inside you.... tell me NOW!" you command

I squirm in complete delight. At this point, I no longer care. All I can think about is being filled by you. I am in this very moment, completely dominated by you.

With a few more thrusts, you take out my iPhone and turn on the video. Putting the phone close to your cock, you begin recording the final few minutes of our fucking, capturing the angle of your cock sliding in and out, recording the wet fucking sounds. Recording the sound of your balls slapping against me as you grunt and groan. The dirty sounds excite us both. You can't wait to capture the sound of you cumming and the visual of your cum dripping out of my pussy, once you have pulled out.

You moan groan and grunt, pull my hair and tell me my cunt is yours to fill with your sticky white seed. I do nothing but nod submissively and groan in ecstasy. Then, with a final loud moan, your cock explodes. A volcano of what feels like gallons of cum empty from your balls as you bury your hot sticky seed deep into my pussy. I purr in delight. You pinch and twist my rock hard nipples as you orgasm. You continue to fill me with what feels like the biggest load of cum I have ever had. My pussy walls tighten, strangling your cock in spastic delight. The feeling of your hard dick emptying inside me fuels an intense orgasm and I cum hard all over your cock, clawing at your back, screaming 'oh god yessss'. You feel my pussy juices spurt and my muscles tighten around your cock, clinging for dear life. I am gasping for breath as one intense orgasm follows another. You love feeling me cum all over you. 

We are both drenched in sweat and cum, our juices mingled in a sticky wet mess.

Oh, god it feels so amazing. So carnal, so dirty and forbidden. I am filled to the brim with your load of stickiness. I am completely satiated.

As you pull out you record your jizz oozing out of my pussy like a white waterfall. It drips onto the chair and onto the floor. You put your cock in my mouth, so I can clean you up, while at the same time, you stick three fingers inside my still spasming, quivering pussy pushing your cum back inside me. You want to ensure I keep some of you with me to remember you.

You need to mark your territory, after all...



The Chair



Every time she moved from the laundry room to the bedroom, she'd run her hand along the smooth leather of the armchair that sat between the two rooms. And every time, she'd shutter. Not only shutter, she'd tremble; shake like a leaf. In fact, the sensation of the leather against her skin would make her gasp and moan like she was coming in her panties. Every time. She'd pass that rich red leather chair and she'd remember. It was her go-to when he was away on business. It was her safe haven after a bad day. It was where she went when she missed him. And most importantly, it was where she went to feel close to him. 

She would always go to the chair after midnight when he was gone, creeping around in the dark like a cat burglar. She'd stare at the shadows and imagine they were watching her like voyeurs. They were perverts, those shadows. But how could she blame them? Her dark olive skin was like an offering, bare to the moonlight that shone through the windows. Yet all she wanted was to feel the hard leather against her skin. The roughness always reminded her of his callused palms as they smoothed down the curve of her ass. And every time she felt this, she'd close her eyes to remember, to feel closer to him, to feel him in her. Honestly, there was nothing better.

Lord knows he'd fucked her enough times in that chair. He'd take her when she was polishing the wood floors in the hallway. Or when she was dusting the small end table that sidled up against the chair like a jealous girlfriend. Or when he'd stumble upon her draped across the chair, naked, swinging her leg from the arm as though she were waiting for a bus. The sweet, oaky smell, the deep rich red that looked like rose petals, the shape of the plush seat in contrast to the more narrow back. All of it became their throne; their marriage bed; a secret place where they were able to let go.

So as she hesitated, her hand dancing sensuously along the chair's curvy leather back, her pussy wept in agony. She actually cursed out loud when she felt her juices coat her lips and her nipples grow into hard, painful peaks. But it was the memory of the last time she sat in the chair that ultimately overcame her. 

He'd been home for a few days and was searching through their bedroom closet for the purple tie that went perfectly with the shirt he was going to wear to the presentation on Wednesday morning. She watched from the hallway as he rifled around the closet floor, ass in the air, muttering obscenities the entire time. He was so damn sexy. Not traditionally handsome but so rugged, so commanding, so manly. Before she could think, she'd begun removing her clothes and flinging them in the direction of their bedroom door. Immediately, he stopped moving and slowly backed out of the closet. He reached back and grabbed a pair of pink lace panties that hung idly on the heel of his boot. 

When he peaked his head out from behind the closet door, he was met with the sight of her lying on her back across the seat of the chair with her legs resting open and her hands clasped above her head. Her breathing was erratic and even from his vantage point he could see the goose bumps forming on her flesh. 

Almost in a daze, he brought the panties to his nose, dropped them and began crawling toward her on his hands and knees. His movements were controlled but his heavy breathing gave him away. When he reached her, she turned her head at the exact instant that he seized her mouth in a kiss that could only be described as hungry. So much so that she felt him nick her lower lip and lap greedily at the pearl of blood that collected there. His right hand sought out her pussy and he pushed in three fingers, then all five, feverishly sliding in and out. When he let go of her mouth, she cried out and moved her hand toward his cock. But he stopped her. And her jaw dropped open at what she witnessed from the corner of her eye. His groin was rubbing along the edge of the seat cushion. He was actually humping it like he was moving inside of her, a look of perfect and painful ecstasy on his face. 

She started to pull away but he clamped his fingers down inside of her and opened his eyes. And then she realized that she'd caught him in the throes of orgasm, his face contorted into a pained expression. And she understood from his expression that it wasn't just the chair. It was her in the chair. Her head hanging over the side. Her hair strewn wildly against the red leather. Her naked body framed in a canvas of soft angles and stiff textures. And as if she could read his mind, she began to rock her hips. She wanted to come, to give in to the perfection of this moment while his fingers were buried deep inside of her. He was panting hard, as if he was trying to catch his breath but couldn't stop. And then she was coming. The climax built from the bottom of her toes to the tip of her clit. All it took was the circling of his thumb around her hard nub and the world came crashing down around her. She came so hard she thought she'd break the chair with her thrashing. It took a good five minutes before she stopped shaking but when she did, he slipped his fingers out of her and moved them to his mouth. It was the most erotic moment of her life and yet there was so much love there that she felt her eyes well up. Then he kissed her tenderly. The man she loved and the chair she loved. And she had them both.

The sound of the phone ringing jolting her out of her memory and she stumbled awkwardly to the bedroom. 

"Yes. Hello?"

"Hey baby. You sound like you ran for the phone. Are you ok? I'm at the airport waiting for a cab. Can't wait to see you. I miss you so much."

She unbuttoned her blouse and began working at the zipper of her jeans. 

"I'm ok, honey. Just miss you. Come home soon. I'll be waiting in the usual place."

There was a short pause on the other end of the line and then she thought she heard a low chuckle.

"I'm on my way, baby. I'm on my way."



The Chair



Nikki raised her head from her shoulder, grimacing, feeling the line of drool snap from her lips. She blinked, not believing she actually fell asleep. Her neck ached. She tugged at her arms, going to push the hair from her face when she chuckled, forgetting that her wrists were bound behind the back of the wooden chair. She flexed her fingers in the lined cuffs, a couple of knuckles cracking from the effort. 

Her legs felt a little numb. She moved her knees as much as she could. Her ankles were bound to the chair legs. She glanced at the pattern of the sun on the wall. How long had he left her here? From the shadows on the wall, it had to be late morning. It had to have been a couple... hours? 

Nikki groaned. She had never been tied up this long. She had never really been tied up before at all. Just a couple of fun-and-game evenings with some handcuffs and a bedpost. But, Adrian had something different in mind. Like lots of things with him. She knew it immediately when she met him. She knew it even more as they started seeing each other. 

It was the hard glint in his eyes. His half crook of a smile. His giant, heavily veined hands. His deep, rich voice. His quiet thoughtful demeanor. No matter what he told you, it appeared to only be a mere fraction of the story. 

He had asked her to come to his house early this morning. He told her to shower, use the restroom, and come prepared for a full day. He had laughed on the phone. She thought he was going to take her hiking or some shit. Nikki laughed at the walls. 

What had really happened was Adrian answering the door with his beautiful ripped chest bare and not even a hint of a smile on his face. He had taken her hand almost tenderly though, and led her to this bedroom, empty but for this wooden chair. 

"Take off your clothes," he said brusquely as he busied himself at a cabinet. 

Nikki remembered grinning excitedly as she stripped out of her sundress, bra, and panties. They had fucked twice before. Raw, hungry, rough fucking. Fucking that made her thighs ache the next day, her pussy tender to the touch when she wiped herself in the restroom, a bloody scab on the corner of her lips, bruises on her upper arms. It was savage. And it was exactly what she wanted. 

She had been excited when he brought her in here, she thought now, looking around at the white walls, squinting at the sun streaming in from the window. She thought it was going to be a wild morning. 

"Sit," he had said, pointing at the wooden chair. 

Nikki tip-toed up to the chair, a little disappointed Adrian's eyes never appraised her naked body. She was proud of her body. Full, curvy, with only the slightest hint of tummy. 

She started when her bare ass landed on the cool surface of the chair, then nestled into it, her knees together, hands in her lap, bright blue eyes looking up at him expectantly, with a twinge of nervousness. Adrian walked close to her, and the corner of his mouth arched up in that small hint of smile as he looked down at her. She gushed with warmth and smiled back. 

He raised her chin with a fingertip and softly enunciated the words, "Spread your legs. Put your feet on the outside of the chair legs." When she did as he asked, he knelt down and began to tie a couple of cloth bands around her ankle and the chair leg. He jerked the knot in tight and she grimaced slightly as she felt the burn of the fabric dig into her ankles. When he let go, she tried to shift her feet, but the grip was firm. 

Nikki was arching her hips to press her bare smooth pussy lips into the cold seat of the chair when he walked around behind her. She looked over her shoulder, through her long dark strands as his big calloused hands ran down her shoulders. She shivered, nipples budding and perking, goose bumps flashing on her arms and legs. His hands slid down until they reached her wrists and she felt more fabric, but more so the weight of the cuffs pulling her hands down as they CLICKED into place. 

Nikki's eyes widened for a moment. Then she tried a sultry laugh and asked him what he had in mind. 

Silence behind her. For a long time. It seemed like several minutes, but it probably wasn't that long. She felt the agitated flush fill her chest and face as she nervously started panting. He walked out of the room. 

So here she sat. The first hour was spent anxiously watching the doorknob. Her imagination kept seeing it turn, kept hearing his footsteps outside the door, kept hearing his voice. She started to whisper his name, then cry it out pitifully. No response. Nothing. 

Eventually she allowed her eyes to wander around the white walls of the room, wandering if it was always empty or just prepared so for this "special occasion." She could just see the hint of a green bush at the window behind her in the corner. Nothing else. 

She didn't remember getting sleepy. She just remembered the itch. Everywhere. An itch. Her ass itched, her feet itched, her arms itched, she ached to push hair from her face, and she wanted to rub her eyes. Everything was tingling, alive, awake. Then it was the pain. Her tailbone on the hard wood, the corner of the chair legs pressing against her ankles, the cuffs rubbing at her wrists, her shoulders being pulled back so long. She found herself gritting her teeth and making them hurt too. Awkwardly, she shifted her weight from one ass cheek to the next, then forward, then up straight and proper. 

And somehow... sometime... she fell asleep?

Nikki felt the drool on her shoulder start to slip down to her breast. She groaned. 

The click in the door made her jump, startled, shifting the chair on the floor. Her eyes were wide as Adrian stepped in. And there was another voice in the hall. She started squirming, yanking at her wrists, whimpering, anxious to cover herself. The other man came into the room. He was much older than Adrian. Maybe in his upper 40s. His hair was short and spiked, but graying. And he had fine lines at the corner of his mouth and eyes. 

Glancing back and forth between him and Adrian was like night and day. Adrian's tall sinewy form next to the bulky muscled older man. The man was in a black tank top and tight jeans. The bulge in his pants was fucking huge. Nikki's eyes were flickering from that to the man's pecs stretching out the tank on his chest then over to Adrian's face which had a... smirk on it. She blushed. 

Adrian's long fingers reached down to his crotch and started to unzip and unbuckle his pants. Nikki's lips parted with a soft gasp, watching as he pushed his pants and boxers down over his ass and to the floor. Her breasts started to heave and jerk as she tried to breathe, watching him walk close to her. Her eyes flicked quickly to the other man, who was squeezing his bulge, before it darted back to Adrian's cock, bouncing and approaching her. It was beautiful. Smooth, veined, long, balls shaven smooth. He was so beautiful. And powerful. She whimpered. 

Adrian's fingers went through the long, silky hair on the top of Nikki's head, grasping it and pulling her head back. His cockhead brushed against her lips. Nikki's tongue went out to lick it, twirl around it. Her eyes went up to his face. He sneered and slapped his dick against her face. Her eyes blinked protectively. The hand tightened in her hair and jerked her head in place and his warm cock slid into her mouth, pushing against the inside of her cheek. His free hand slapped at the cockhead bulge in her cheek. 

Blinking, she moaned. Her eyes felt a shadow covering her from the other side. It was him! The older guy. He was fisting his cock, now naked. Nikki tried to jerk her head toward it in shock, but her scalp burned fire as Adrian's hand jerked her head back. 

"Pay attention, cunt," he growled. 

She whimpered up at him, eyes back to his face, focusing as his hips milked his dick in and out of her mouth. But, the corner of her eye was on muscle man's cock. It was so thick, wide, barely in his fist. So different from Adrian's. Nikki's pussy had a twinge, then throb. She tilted her hips to press it against the cool chair and felt the wet lips stick to the surface. 

Adrian threw his head back and howled laughter. 

"She's such a fuckin' whore. I've always known it. Saw the other dick and wanted it too. I say give it to her Peter, since she wants it so badly." 

Nikki blushed, wondering if Adrian was angry or jealous at her look at the cock. But, her mind was whispering the name. Peter, Peter. Stamping it in her brain. The big thick cock was Peter. 

But, Nikki saw white suddenly, her mouth gaping wide, trying to expel the sudden choking cock pulsing deep into her throat. She gagged, spitting saliva around Adrian's balls as he shoved in to the hilt. Her throat kept jerking madly. Nikki yanked at her wrists in the cuffs, wanting to push him way. She couldn't. She tried to yank her head back, but Adrian's fist held her firm. Nikki's face reddened. She couldn't breathe. Her eyes teared up. 

Adrian tore his dick from her mouth. Spittle fell in gobs on her chin, her full round tits, the seat of the chair between her thighs. She gasped, sobbed, swallowed with pain. 

Adrian laughed. A roar. 

"Mmmm," Peter said. His cock was brushing Nikki's face now. Then he was pulling her face towards it and pushing his thick dick between her lips. The corner's of Nikki's mouth struggled, stretched, and burned with the girth. 

Adrian laughed again, and reached in with a finger to the corner of her mouth, hooking it in her lips and trying to pull it wider. 

"Fit it in, bitch. Suck it," he snarled. 

Nikki felt a rush of shame, of anger. But, more than anything, determination. She gaped her mouth as much as she could and felt the cock slide inside. Peter was swaying his hips, digging into her mouth. His cock blocked her throat and slid on down the curve of her neck. Nikki gagged and sputtered. Bubbles of spit were forming around his meat. The tears rushed from her eyes as her face turned every shade of red. He slowly slid back out of her mouth. She coughed, swallowed. 

Then Adrian was shoving his length back into her mouth. His hips went fast, furious, fucking into her throat. He was pulling gobs of spit from her. She was so soaked. Adrian slapped her face, tore her hair back. He pulled from her mouth again and mashed her face into his balls, soaked wet from her spit.

She groaned. Her pussy was oozing wet onto the chair. It felt like a puddle. It hurt so much. Her need. Her mouth was opening, closing, sucking, kissing, and even biting at him. 

But, Peter tore her face to him again, and entered. He made long thudding sweeps into her mouth. His balls crashed into her chin. He paused a moment when he was fully embedded.. and pushed further. A silent scream in Nikki's head. It was like he was trying to push his balls into her mouth too!! Fuck!

Nikki's head was trying to twist away, her mouth feeling like it was about to tear, the pain from gagging, and the lack of air. He yanked out again.

Adrian's cock came into her mouth again, fucking furiously, deeper, deeper. Nikki's hair was flying, slapping at her face, in her eyes. So much spit. She tasted pre and something else. The hint of sour. She was going to puke. She was going to fucking puke. Noooo!!!! Her wrists jerked, she shook the chair. 

Adrian's dick flew from her mouth just in time. 

Nikki tried to lean to spit, but she couldn't bend far enough and the spit landed on her thigh. 

Both men laughed. Adrian slapped her face again. 

"Can't take it, little cunt??"

Nikki sobbed. But, her head came up and her mouth was gaping. She wanted it now. She wanted it more. She wanted to taste their spunk. She wanted them to defile her. She wanted to be covered in thick warmth. Her pussy twinged. 

Peter's cock came forward and he squeezed it to the tip and a clear ooze of cream came out. He painted her lower lip with it. She lapped the precum off her lip greedily. 

"Want more?" he whispered. 

Nikki nodded wildly, her hair flying. 

Both cocks were in her face now, being pumped wildly. They would slap her mouth with it. Pump the head into her lips. Nikki's tongue wagged out. She whined. She cried. She begged. 

Adrian exploded first. Thick ropes hit her tongue, lips, cheek. She held perfectly still, eyes closing as the spray hit near her cheekbones. He was grunting raggedly, pumping himself furiously as the last drops hit her face. He smeared the last bit on her chin. 

Peter yanked her face to him before she could swallow. 

"Don't fucking swallow yet!!" he commanded. 

Nikki kept her tongue out. She felt the cum dangle from her tongue in a long string, a bit breaking off to hit her tits. Peter started to blow his load. So much cum. Thick gobs hitting her tongue and chin. All the cum was sliding to the back of her tongue, threatening. 

"Spit it on your chin," Adrian ordered. 

Nikki pursed her lips, looking up at him, and spit the warm mouthful out onto her chin. 

He smiled, reaching in with his thumb, pushing each bit of cum back into her mouth. 

"Show us!" he commanded. 

Nikki felt the cum start to froth in her mouth, trying to leak down her throat, starting to tickle. She gingerly eased her tongue out, softly gagging as a string headed down the back of her throat and she struggled to keep it up. 

Peter grinned. "Good girl. Very good girl. You can swallow now."

Nikki did. The thickness oozed into her throat so slowly. She licked along her lips to gather more of the tangy milk. 

"Show us now," Peter said softly. 

Nikki stuck her clean tongue out. The men smiled. They moved about a bit, catching their breath. Nikki's eyes were darting between the two of them, watching avidly. They both reached to the floor for their clothing and walked from the room, clicking the door behind them. 

Nikki started to whine. She yanked at the cuffs. Her toes wiggled and pushed for room from the restraints. She bounced in the chair, making it walk a couple feet towards the door. She yelled out. Nothing. Silence. 

Minutes. 

An hour. 

All the aches she had forgotten about in her lust returned in force. An extra one was added to the group. Nikki's tummy started to tighten and cramp. She had to pee. Fuck! She cried out again. She felt a dry papery glaze on her cheek break, realizing it was some cum that had dried on her. She hung her head back over the chair back and tried to focus on anything but her bladder.

The door opened. Nikki's head flew up. 

"I have to pee," she whined. 

Adrian smiled at her. He shook his head. He came close to her chair and knelt down in front of it. 

"Please, Adrian, I really have to go. Emergency." 

"You'll have to hold it. I'm not done," he said. 

He pulled out a long thin wire. A remote on one end and a silver vibrating egg on the other end. 

Nikki whimpered. 

He pushed her knees that bit wider on the chair and reached in to her pussy. 

"Your fucking nasty cunt is soaked, whore," he said. 

Nikki's eyes were drunkenly fluttering as his fingers traced her slick folds. She jerked when he touched her clit. Her muscle spasmed and she swore the tiniest squirt of urine came out. 

"Adrian, really, I have to gooooo." 

"Shut up," he said. 

He pushed the cool slick egg against her puss. The cool against her heat made her moan. He twisted the remote on and pressed it directly on her clit. 

Nikki thrashed and cried out. Too much! Too quick. Oh fuck! Her body tensed. More urine trickled. Her pussy spasmed. Oh god, she was going to cum! Her eyes widened, toes started to point. 

Adrian pulled the egg from her clit and pushed it at her entrance and POPPED it inside her pussy. Nikki grunted softly. She watched as he twisted the vibe on high. Her torso twisted in the chair as if trying to escape the egg. He dropped the remote, letting it dangle off the chair seat and stepped back. He leaned against the door frame. 

Nikki's body was lurching. Her hips were thrashing this way and that, bucking at the egg. So many tormented sensations. She wanted the orgasm. She wanted to piss. She wanted out of the chair. She felt her core tighten. She stared at a spot on Adrian's chest as her vision blurred, her moans got louder, and the jolts hit her. She shook violently, cumming, soaking the chair even further in her filth. 

"Oh, ohhhh, goddddddddd," she cried out. Her back was arched in a deep curve as the sensation took her higher and higher. The chair came off its front legs as the crest hit and she jerked back, sinking... melting into the seat. 

The egg still hummed inside her noisily. Adrian nodded and left the room. 

"Adrian!!!" she yelled in alarm. "Don't leave me! Please. I'll do anything. Don't leave me." She whined pathetically. 

The vibrator buzzed. Nikki started to hump again rhythmically. But, she just couldn't orgasm again. Not without touching her clit. Not with the egg so shallow. Not without moving, shifting, something. She bounced in the chair in a fury. 

Nikki spread her knees, focusing hard, and tried to squeeeeeeeeze the egg out carefully. She jerked back suddenly as more urine trickled from her. 

"Fuck, noooo," she cried. The egg was just too deep. Her pussy started to feel numb. She noticed her teeth were gritted and aching. It was making her whole body tense. Nikki twisted her knee, trying to trap the wire of the remote or the remote itself and somehow maneuver and pull the egg closer to her entrance. Again, she tried. Again. Nothing. 

She blew sweaty hair from her face. 

Adrian came back a few minutes later. He had a glass of ice water in his hands. Nikki' licked her parched lips, practically drooling from the water. But the sight of it also made her bladder throb even more. 

He leant down for the remote and twisted the power off. A thud went off in Nikki's pussy as she started to feel again. And piss trickled from her again. She clenched every muscle down there tight and sat frigidly. 

Adrian chuckled. "Problem?" 

"I told you I have to pee. And I hurt. And I want you to let me go --" 

GASPPPPPPPPP. 

Nikki blinked as she breathed finally from the splash of the ice cold water right in her face, gushing down over her breasts, and all over the chair. She felt the splash of it hit her feet below as it trickled on the floor. Her nipples were rigid. The hairs on her body stood on end. Goosebumps rippled her skin. She was still gasping. And then she started to shiver. Violently. Her lips shaking. 

"Wh-w-why did you d-d-d-do that??" she cried. 

"To shut you up," he said, matter-of-factly. His emerald eyes were raking over her body, making her skin warm somewhat. He squatted in front of the chair, tilting his head so his eyes could devour her pussy. The water and juice glistened along her smooth lips. 

Adrian reached in with two fingers and slid them along her lips, making Nikki jerk. His fingers were so rough, scratchy. He pulled one outer lip to the side to look at her pulsing hole. The tug made Nikki tighten again, trying to keep back urine. 

A soft smile lighted on Adrian's face as his finger stroked over her, dipping it inside. Her eyes were rolling back in pleasure at the soft touch. A second finger pushed inside her, stretching her open, prying at the soft slick pillows inside her pussy, pushing at the walls, examining every inner inch of her. 

Adrian's thumb swept up and softly flicked at her clit. Nikki's knees jerked wide and her hips came forward hard to buck into those fingers. He allowed it, just smiling, watching her as he slowly, meticulously strummed her clit and fingered her pussy. 

Nikki was rolling her hips languidly, her head leaning back to let her full wet mane trail down the chair back, arching her tits up into the air. She jerked her head back with a grimace as his free hand had grabbed onto a nipple furiously tight and was twisting it. Her body writhed, trying to follow the pinching fingers and the fucking fingers at once for different reasons. 




The Chair



Adrian started to sharply pinch and pull the nipple in rhythm with his clit rolling, his thrusting fingers. That sharp burn on her nipples and the needy ache in her pussy sent Nikki over the edge into a low, long deep orgasm. She shook and shattered in the chair, crying out his name, climbing that precipice, reaching and reaching until she jolted into a weak limp form on the chair, feeling so much warmth between her thighs. 

So much warmth. Nikki jerked her head up and looked down at Adrian's hand anxiously. 

He smiled at her, pulling her fingers free, his wrist and forearm with a soft sheen of wet. 

"Just a little," he said and winked. 

Nikki's face turned scarlet with shame. She smelled it, but barely over the rich tang of her cunt. She felt her feet suddenly flop to the side, stinging with numbness, and realized he had untied them. She flexed her toes and cried out as they popped in pain. 

He uncuffed her hands from behind and she slowly, gently brought them around to the front. He touched her face, looking down at her. 

"Go home. I'll call you tomorrow," he said, and left the room. 

Nikki blinked at the shut door in a daze for a few moments before she slowly tried to unwind her body. It was a slow crawl to get her ass unhinged from the chair, but Nikki stood finally, wavering weakly. She threw on the dress over her own messy body and grabbed her underwear and drunkenly tip-toed to the door. 

As she stepped out, she turned around and looked in again at the chair, almost.... fondly... and slipped out. Nikki chewed on her lip anxiously as she weakly made her way to her car. She couldn't wait until tomorrow.



The Chair



Amy was sent to live with her aunt Susan after losing her mom in a car accident. Aunt Susan lived in the country with her two daughters. Susan's husband left her shortly after her second daughter was born. She loathed men and had no use for them. Going from a stay at home mom, to having to work menial jobs to provide for her daughters, made her hate people of higher means even more. Little did Amy know, she was going to leave a middle class life and enter a life of meager means. Aunt Susan was provided with a monthly allowance to provide for Amy until she reached the age of 21. Susan would have three years of the gravy train before Amy could leave.

Amy boarded a bus to take her to the small town where he aunt lives. Amy had only met her a few times when she was younger and did not remember much of her. She stared out the window of the bus not sure what was in store for her. After the long eight hour bus trip, the bus finally made its destination. Amy got up from her seat and stretched her tired body while her two bags were off loaded. Departing the bus, Amy got her two bags and as she looked up she saw her aunt Susan. The night air was cool and Susan was wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top. To Susan's right were her two daughters, Julie 19 and Jenny 20 standing beside Susan wearing similar outfits. Amy felt awkward wearing designer jeans and top. Amy walked toward the Susan and greeted her. Susan told her it was getting late and to follow them to the car. Amy put her bags into the trunk of an old beat out 1972 Mercury Monterey. Amy sat in the front seat as her two cousins sat in the back. Amy looked out the window as Susan drove her to her new home. They had driven past the nice neighborhoods and then into the lower class one. Susan pulled the car into the driveway. Amy noticed the old condition of the house. It was a simple two story house with the paint peeling off the sides. The yard had little grass and the shrubs were overgrown.

Everyone got out of the car and Amy retrieved her bags from the trunk. Once everyone was inside the house, Susan had everyone sit at the kitchen table. Julie and Jenny noticed the nice makeup Amy was wearing since they never allowed to wear any. They both giggled since they knew how their mama felt about girls in make up.

Susan looked at Amy and told her. "Young lady, there are rules to living in my house. Before I get to the rules, I need to ask you some questions."

Amy replied. "Ok."

Susan looked back at her and in a stern voice replied. "That's yes ma'am."

Amy felt a shiver up her back hearing that tone and crackled out a stuttering "Yes ma'am."

Susan looked at Jenny and Julie and told them to get the chair ready. The two girls giggled as they bolted from the table and headed towards the basement. Julie come back up to the kitchen and told Susan it was ready.

"That's wonderful Julie." Susan said with a smile. Susan got up from the chair and grabbed Amy by the arm and pulled her off the chair and started to drag her to the basement. Amy began to scream and cry as Susan dragged her. 

"Cry and scream all ya want, ain't no one going to here ya anyways. It's about time someone taught you a lesson about manners and all. Your mom should have taught you some manners. But don't worry, Aunty Susan will fix that."

At the bottom of the stairs Amy saw a wooden chair in the middle of the room. The chair had an opening on the seat with a plastic bucket underneath. Julie and Jenny were sitting on the couch facing the chair. 

Susan looked at Amy and told her to strip completely. Amy looked puzzled and before she could comprehend what her Aunt commanded of her, she felt the sting of her Susan's hand slapping her hard across the face. Susan looked at her daughters and told them to give her a hand. Susan held Amy with her arms pinned behind her back as her daughters began to strip Amy. Amy's blouse was ripped off, then her shoes, socks and jeans. Amy quivered as she was left in her panties and bra from Victoria Secrets. Julie grabbed the bra straps and pulled them down and reached out to unhook the bra, then pulling it away reveling Amy's firm breasts. Jenny pulled down Amy's panties and saw Amy's pussy was completely shaved.

Shocked at seeing a bald pussy on a grown girl, she looked at her mom and said. "Mommy, Amy's got a bald coochie."

"Does she now?" Replied Susan.

"Yes mommy, it's bald as a baby one."

Susan dragged Amy to the chair and pushed her down on her. Amy began to fight some as her cousins helped their mom get her into the chair and then Amy's wrists and ankles were tied to the chair.

Susan looked at the young naked body of her niece and told her girls to go up stairs and get their special night wear clothes on. The girls giggled again as they went up to their room and changed. They came back down wearing only t-shirts which were cut just below the breast line. Amy saw the thick hairy bushes between their legs. The girls sat on the couch with there legs crossed and Susan was standing behind Amy. Susan went over to a bench against the wall and grabbed a cigarette out of a pack and lit it up. She took a nice long drag then let it out, then put the cig in the ashtray.

She stood next to Amy and asked. "Are you a whore?"

Amy could no believe the question and uttered. "No."

Susan slapped Amy's right breast very hard and yelled. "No, what?"

Amy feeling the sting of the slap cried back. "No Ma'am."

Susan replied. "I don't believe you. I've read a lot of stories about girls who shave their coochies are nothing but whores and sluts. They put out easy and will do anything with a boy."

Susan looked at her daughters and asked. "What do you think of your slutty cousin?"

Julie replied. "Bet she's a skank whore and puts out easy for boys."

Jenny added. "Yeah, she's a skank whore and I bet she allows those nasty boys to put their filthy cocks in her mouth."

Susan looked at Amy. "I'm going to ask you some questions and if I think you're holding back on my, your young tender tits are going to pay."

Susan looked at Julie and asked her to get the special brush. Julie smiled and got off the couch went upstairs to the bathroom and came back with the toilet brush.

Julie smiled as she handed the brush to her mom. 

Susan rubbed the bristles against the soft tender skin of Amy's tits.

"What's your bra size slut?" Susan asked.

"Thirty four "C" cup." Ma'am

"Bet you love showing those young titties to the boys back home don't ya." 

Amy was having a hard time understanding what was going on and why her aunt was doing this.

Susan took the brush and smacked each of Amy's tits hard with a downward stroke.

"Uggggggggggggggg" Cried Amy.

"Answer the question slut."

Amy had tears rolling down here face and uttered out a wimper and a "Yes Ma'am.

"Thought you did, slut." Replied Susan.

Amy looked down and saw the red marks of from the bristles of the brush.

Susan walked over to the couch and handed Julie the brush and told her was her turn for a few questions.

Before Susan sat down, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her jeans off, then her white cotton panties. Amy saw her thick bush which appeared to be several inches thick and ran up towards her navel.

Susan sat on the couch next to Jenny and put her right arm around her.

Julie looked at Amy and then with her right hand she mauled Amy's tits. She pinched each nipple hard as she pulled them up into the air.

"Ok slut, do you let boys put their filthy cocks in your mouth."

"Yes." Replied Amy.

"Mommy, did ya hear that? My cousin is a filthy little cock sucking whore."

"I'm not surprised at all since my sister gave no guidance." Susan replied.

"So my little cock sucking cousin, did you let the boys' spooge in your mouth?"

Amy sat silent for a moment. Here she was naked in a chair, tied down and being tormented by her aunt and cousin. She was shaking in the chair and felt the need to urinate as well.

Julie getting mad having not gotten a response yet, started to beat Amy's tits hard with the brush. Amy cried and screamed as the bristles stung and cut into her soft skin. A few of the hits landed right on her nipples.

"Well, slut, I'm waiting for an answer." Yelled Julie.

"Yes." Cried Amy and then let her bladder go.

Jenny looked at Amy and said. "You're in more trouble now. You went potty without permission."

Jenny looked at her mommy and asked. "Can I punish the slut for going potty without permission?"

Susan looked at her kissed her on the check and told her yes.

Jenny got off the couch and went to a corner of the basement and brought back a wooden pole and placed it in front of the chair on the floor. She then untied and tied each of Amy's ankles to the pole and made sure her legs were spread as far as possible. She them pulled Amy's ass towards the edge of the chair so her bald cootchie was exposed and accessible. 

Julie handed the toilet brush to Jenny and then she sat down on the couch next to her mom. 

"Don't our new little slut look so nice with her slutty bald cootchie wide open for a good whipping mommy" Jenny asked.

"Why yes it does." Smiled back Susan.

Jenny looked at Amy in the chair, seeing her tits with the red marks from the brush. She noticed her make up had run down her face from all the crying.

"Ok my slutty cousin. There are a few rules you need to know. You don't got potty or toilet without mom's permission and she will watch you make potty and toilet, you got that?"

"Potty, toilet?" asked Amy who was still in shock from everything that has happened in a short time since her arrival.

Jenny looked at her mommy. "Can you believe this dumb slut don't know the difference between potty and toilet?"

"That doesn't surprise me at all. Just give the slut a nice whipping on her potty hole. Let the slut figure it out."

Jenny stroked the brush against the bald cootchie of her cousin. She started out with slow stokes then put more pressure on the brush making it dig into her tender flesh. Amy started to scream and cry, which just made Jenny more pissed off.

"Take your punishment like a good little cock sucking slut." Jenny yelled back before she started to wail the brush down about Amy's cootchie. Amy's body bolted upwards on every stroke of the brush and Jenny smiled each time she landed a blow with the brush. After about twenty blows of the brush, Amy had almost passed out from the pain. Amy's body was quivering from the beating and Susan commended Jenny for giving Amy's cootchie a nice beating.

Jenny looked at her mom and said. "Poor little cock sucker looks thirsty mommy."

Susan smiled back. "I bet she is. Why don't you be a kind cousin to the slut and give her some potty water."

Jenny smiled with glee and she went to the bench and grabbed a plastic cup. She got behind the chair and removed the bucket and dipped the cup into the urine getting the cup half filled.

She took the cup and stood next to the chair and put the cup under Amy's mouth. 

"Get to drinking your potty water slut." Jenny demanded.

"No fucking way." Amy yelled back.

Hearing the "F" word, Susan bolted off the couch and began slapping Amy's face hard. 

"You have a filthy mouth, whore." Susan yelled as she continued to slap and back hand Amy's face. Amy's face began to turn bright red and her bottom lip began to swell. By this time, Amy was starting to black out a bit.

Susan stopped and told her daughters to get the slut on the floor and hold her legs open and arms outstretched.

The girls untied Amy and dumped her limp body on the floor. Julie grabbed her arms out and Jenny spread her feet. Amy came to, seeing her Aunt standing over her face. 

"Open your filthy cock sucking mouth, now!" Susan barked. 

Amy could barely hear what was being asked when Julie grabbed Amy's mouth to force it open. Susan took her fingers to spread her big lips open and let out a stream of warm urine into Amy's mouth. Amy gagged and choked on the urine filling her mouth. Everyone laughed as Amy choked and gagged almost like drowning in it. When Susan was done, she lowered her soggy cootchie to Amy's mouth and told her to lick her potty hole clean. Amy hesitated as she smelled the putrid odor from Susan's cootchie. Jenny leaned forward and punched Amy's cootchie hard which made Amy's head buck up and then Susan grabbed Amy by the hair and rubbed her dirty urine covered cootchie up and down Amy's face. 

When Susan was done, she got up and went to the couch, sat down and told her daughters to join her. The three of them looked at Amy laying naked on the floor, her tits and cootchie covered in red marks from the brush. Her make up had run all over her swollen face.

"Mommy?" Asked Jenny.

"What baby?" 

"Since our cousin is such a slut, she should be kept in the basement? Sluts like her don't deserve a soft warm bed. Can Julie and I use her as a slut toy? You know Julie and I love cootchie and such. I think Amy should be our house slut. She'll have to cook, clean, do our laundry, and stuff."

"Jenny, I think that is a wonderful idea. Why don't you and your sis get upstairs in mommy's bed and wait for me." Susan replied.

The girls got off the couch and headed up towards their mom's bed. As she girls waited for their mom, Susan got off the couch and headed towards a cabinet. She removed a length of chain, a leather strap and two locks. Susan put the leather strap around Amy's right ankle, attached one end of the chain to it and put a lock on. The other end of the chain was wrapped around a metal pole in the supporting the floor above and then she put the second lock on. Amy was now chained to the pole.

Susan looked down at Amy who was curled up in a ball.

"Get some rest slut. Auntie Susan has more for you tomorrow."

Susan laughed as she headed up the stairs, turning out the basement light, closing the door and sliding the door bolt closed.



The Chair



Aerosmith's 'Ragdoll' was blaring on the stereo...raunchy, sex-studded lyrics filled the air. She had one leg draped over the side of the chair. The dress shirt she wore, his in fact, was unbuttoned. Her eyes were closed, a look of wordless bliss on her face and a smile of rapture on her lips. Her cunt was wet and her fingers dipped and slid against her slick flesh. 

This was how he found her.

He was pretty sure she had not heard him come in, and was not even aware that he was standing across the room watching her. But, then her eyes opened and he knew he had been wrong. She had known all along that he was there. That he had stared, transfixed as one song ended and another song began. That the long, lazy movements of her fingertips between her thighs had mesmerized him.

Her emerald eyes beckoned him closer, close enough to feel her heat, to inhale her scent.

He moved slowly forward, passing the stereo as he went, turning the volume down to a conversational level.

"Hi, beautiful," he said with a soft smile on his face.

"Hi."

"The CD is on the fifth song…how long have you been sitting there?"

"Since the beginning."

Her fingers had not stopped their hypnotic teasing.

"Like that?" he asked, indicating her erotic state of undress and display.

"No."

"No?"

Her voice was dreamy and soft when she spoke next, and he had to kneel at her feet and lean close in order to hear her. 

"I started out just sitting here, closing my eyes and listening to the music, thinking of you. The next thing I knew, I had unbuttoned my shirt and had begun to stroke and tease my nipples." She drew her hands up her body and showed him exactly what she'd done…cupping her breasts and flicking her nails over her nipples. She pulled and twisted them, lightly caressed them.

"I see," he said with great difficulty, words barely slipping past the lump in his throat. He swallowed. Hard. "And then what happened?"

"I got wet," she whispered, a playful little smile on her lips. She slid her hands down her stomach and parted the slick flesh between her thighs. Wetness was slowly trickling out of her. Her clit was hard and a deep shade of pink.

The lump in his throat was going to be cutting off the air passage soon. "Y…yes, I would say that you got wet."

She nodded excitedly as though they had come up with an answer to a problem that had been plaguing the world for centuries. He had to smother a laugh. She was at once cute and adorable, yet sexy and wickedly erotic as well. She was the picture of innocence having fallen at the foot of temptation, offering all that she was. 

He'd never wanted her more.

"And you know what else?" she softly asked.

He shook his head, his eyes wavering between hers and her fingers. 

"I ache. Deep inside. Like there's something waiting and clawing to break free."

Oh fuck! "Ah…well, you should do something about that," he said in the same conversational tone he had started out with, though his body and mind were both churning with needs and desires that frightened him. He pulled her hand up to his mouth and drew in a deep breath. Her scent filled him and he shuddered from the inside out. He rubbed her fingers over his lips, then parted them to draw her wet digits inside. His tongue circled around them and dipped between them. He sucked on them all at once and each at one time. He caught her gaze, saw her lust for him. It was sexual, it was animal, and it was so tender and loving that he knew he'd give her anything she wanted as long as she continued to look at him just that way. 

He drew her hand slowly from between his lips, kissing the palm in a soft heated gesture of passion, then placed her fingers back between her legs. Laying his head on her thigh, he watched at close range as she again began to pleasure herself.

And it was all for him. 

She moaned and his eyes lifted to her face. She had drawn her bottom lip between her teeth and had begun nibbling on it. He smiled at the rapture he saw, at the flush that covered her from head to toe. Looking back down at her fingers dizzily fondling her sex, he slowly slid a finger of his own through her wetness. He slid it inside her, moving it in and out, fucking her slowly, making sure to coat it well. When he slid it out, it never broke contact with her skin, sliding down to her little anal hole. 

She adjusted herself in the chair, widening her legs. He slowly rimmed her, then began sliding his finger inside her tightness. The further in his finger went, the harder she rubbed her clit. The harder she rubbed her clit, the faster her fingers fucked. He got into a rhythm with her, matching her thrusts with his own. Her hips were bucking in the chair and her moans were coming in squeals and keening groans. His name was a monologue on her lips.

His breath warmed her hand and her sex. He licked her thigh. He was hard. And his eyes never left her.

She held nothing back from him. She was his…in body, in soul, in mind. She opened herself up to him in ways he'd never thought a woman would. 

And then she came. His name was a choked scream from her lips in pure unbridled passion. Her fingers continued to pump in and out of her cunt, but his finger stopped its motion, feeling her ass contract around it. Her moans turned to whimpers, and her whimpers to whispers of her love for him. 

Together they slid their fingers out of her body and he leaned down to kiss her wet flesh. He loved the scent and taste of her just after she came. He always tasted her immediately…sweet and strong, thick. It would coat his tongue and cling to the insides of his mouth. He would taste her for hours afterwards, licking his lips. 

He shifted on the floor beside her, attempting to stand, and it was then that he noticed it. She had not been the only one to come. He looked down and saw the wet stain on the front of his brand new dress pants. He sighed, and then he smiled, wicked and naughty, knowing that she would need to be sweetly punished

"Why don't we go out to dinner," he said mildly, wondering if he had any fresh batteries left in the house.



The Chair



She knew he was looking at her, he was clever at not showing it but she knew. Each time she looked to her left she did not see, but sensed, his sudden head movement out of the corner of her eye. On the couple of occasions when she had swivelled casually on the bar stool and stared at him, his face remained locked on the man he was talking to, unnaturally motionless, as if his neck was made of stone. Oh yes, he was interested.

So she owed him at least a brief appraisal. Leaning back against the bar, suit jacket open, exaggerated languidness, slim and tall, maybe six three; not excessive. Lithe movements of his arms and hands as he explained whatever he was explaining to his male companion. He certainly seemed to be doing most of the talking. His hands fascinated her; long, strong fingers that moved with graceful dexterity, as if he was playing a keyboard in three dimensions. She wondered what they were talking about, but she could only catch the occasional word or phrase above the echoing hubbub that bounced and echoed from the clinical maple and stainless steel of the wine bar.

"Why don't you go over and let him introduce himself into you?" The mischievous words from her work friend Jackie pulled her back just as she had been tracing the curve of his buttocks with her eyes.

"Very nice from the eyes downward, but blond darling? Yuck! Even if it does look real." She knew Jackie well and liked her predictably sardonic wit; sure enough out came the overcooked expression of disbelief. But while Jackie's face did hammy 'unconvinced' her eyes flashed over towards him. Blondie. He was a treat for the eyes alright. Did he look away from Jackie like he did from her? Why was she wondering this? Why had she given him a name?

They ordered another two glasses of Sauvignon Blanc and resumed their conversation about their office colleagues. She laughed as Jackie brutally dismembered the good looking new guy in Orders Received, but her senses were wandering. She became intensely aware of the back of her neck, as if his glances toward her were like fragile fingers tracing circles over her skin. The leather seat of the bar stool felt hot under her, yet she gave a tiny shiver. The air conditioning in the bar stirred cool eddies, yet she felt hot. An errant whirling dervish of cold air collided into the back of her long, dark hair, briefly brushing it to one side. She thought of his strong, beautiful hands pulling her hair away so his lips could peck and kiss against the nape of her slender neck. Get a fucking grip, girl! She started to self analyse, wondering why she was so aware of this complete stranger, why she was fantasising about ...

"Ok dearest one, I know when I'm beaten. And he's spanked me black and blue." Jackie had picked up her laptop case and was gulping the last of her wine. Her scorn was insincere but her imminent departure was a dead cert. "I have to go and see Paul this evening. He's getting ready for Saudi and we need to talk."

For all her sharp wit and her dancing dialogue there was a sadness about Jackie that had drawn their friendship closer. She felt echoes of her own pain in Jackie. Her good friend was trying to handle a career enforced separation from her beloved for maybe six months, maybe two years. It all depended on how he balanced salary and love. In a way it was worse than the sudden wrenching split that had rammed into her own life six months ago. Her injuries were like those from a car crash, an unexpected tearing apart of her emotional limbs. But Jackie was someone facing a major operation; she knew where the wounds would be even before they were cut deeply and deliberately into her. They didn't actually talk about it than much, but the mirrored feelings of loss and separation laid an intimacy over their relationship, and the pathos meant that, unlike so many of her other friends, Jackie wasn't constantly trying to fast track her own slow healing by getting her get hooked up with her next man.

"You take care. Have a great evening." The lameness of her farewell made her cringe inside. But what else could she say? Tell him not to go? Fuck him senseless until he sees sense? These words would be like a scalpel blade, starting the long cut that was going to open Jackie up and turn her inside out. "See you tomorrow." They kissed with a tender friendship that felt much older than it was.

She picked up her glass, sipped flinty coolness, and decided not to turn back to glance at Blondie. Her sadness for Jackie had erased her sexual longing for a man's touch, and the erotic feelings of a few minutes ago seemed as if from a story, not her life. Her lonely, empty life.

"Hi!"

Gratitude flashed through her that she had been in a grey reverie of self pity, for had she still been imagining his kisses on her back, his soft touches of pleasure, his sudden greeting from nowhere would have made her jump, blowing away whatever cool she had in a flustering flush. Instead she turned slowly and shone demure feminine dignity onto his grinning face. She said nothing.

He didn't falter; his smile was warm and relaxed. "Your friend has left and I wondered if you wanted another one. And if you do want one I would be delighted if you would have it with me. Do you feel like having a large one?"

His open admission that he had been noticing her, and the brazen directness of his innuendo-laden approach took her aback. He stood a respectful distance away and her woman's radar told her he was not drunk, not even tipsy. His broad smile made his ridiculously blond hair glow in the dim blue wall lighting. She recovered to a state of temporary disarmament but with the option to leave quickly. Without turning towards him she said, "Ok, that would be nice."

He sat on the stool that Jackie had occupied. Was it still warm? Could he feel that warmth? She tried to trace back to where this thought had come from, why it was inside her, but she already knew. He emanated an easy, masculine sensuality that she had never experienced before. It wasn't something he was doing, it was who he was. She could not describe it to herself, she simply felt an instant, very physical attraction.

The wine glugged into two new glasses; big ones. He was being presumptuous. Uninvited, a question appeared inside her. Once it had escaped it hunted her, cornered her easily, and it had been a long time since she'd had to confront it. What if he wants to fuck me? Now? The hot leather burned under her. She threw her answer defiantly at the crouching question. It slinked back into the shadows of her conscious, waiting, watching. She took a sip, no, be honest, a swallow, of wine to calm her inner tension.

"My name is Chris but I let some of my friends call me Blondie."

She coughed and spluttered into her glass. Beads of wine trickled down her cheeks like tears of mirth. He did not react; he must have been used to ridicule at the stupid nickname. She wiped wine streaks from her face with her fingers then licked them. She stopped, realising this was inappropriately sexy in front of a man she didn't know. Why didn't he pass her a tissue from the bar? Oh, he did, finally. She recovered a little dignity with her response of utmost courtesy and sublime brevity. "Nik."

They talked safe topics. He worked for a direct competitor of her company so it was easy. What was the same, what was different? Weren't they all bastards at the top? He was gently witty, making her smile more than laugh. Was this deliberate? She sensed a powerful, deep intelligence rumbling under his small talk. She enjoyed his company as much as his physical presence. She felt drawn towards him, pulled closer to his strong, hard body. Animal magnetism. She had scoffed at the idea, but she was feeling its full force for the first time in her life. It was strong, it could pull her under, under him. She needed to hold herself. Be careful. Of what?

There was nothing predatory about him. It seemed that he was simply enjoying her company. He didn't need to try and nor did she; their conversation was easy and amusing, with the lightness and variety of a fine dining tasting menu. But she was not relaxed, she felt hot tension and dampness in her loins that made her shuffle on the stool. Every time she gave a little squirm his eyes never left hers but she sensed that he knew. Surely a man this gloriously sexy must know.

"So what do you do for pleasure?"

The directness was back and she had to think before she spoke. She decided to keep it safe and stick to simple, non-erotic truth. "I absolutely love early music, from the Renaissance mostly, especially songs for solo voice and lute." It was an admission that often drew baffled looks and she instantly regretted saying something that would surely transform her from an attractive, interesting woman into a geek. But it was true, so she stared at him, ready to challenge his inevitable scorn.

"Ah, the divine madness of John Dowland." He sighed and his eyelids slid down, as if they had suddenly become unbearably heavy. "In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be, the roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me."

It was a cliché of implausibility; she was stunned. He carried on regardless.

"I think we've lost something in the modern world by rejecting sadness as something bad, something to be cured. The Elizabethans were more in touch with themselves; they even had a different name for it. They talked about being in a melancholy as if it was something they inhabited, not some awful thing inside them that they needed to cast out. With Prozac, for example. Dowland was a depressive, and out of his melancholy came some of the most beautiful compositions in the world. I utterly lose myself inside his sad words and his aching music."

She wished she'd told him a lie; for the closeness of his feelings to hers created an instant intimacy that she found difficult to deal with. She suddenly felt very vulnerable to him, as though she had surrendered a private and precious piece of herself into his gentle, sexy hands. She needed to be very careful indeed. She took an abandoning swallow of wine to cool and calm her. And another one. The glass was empty.

"Come back to my apartment! I have a fantastic sound system. We can open another bottle and be music lovers into the night." His eyes shone, his enthusiasm was that of a small boy, sexlessly innocent, overpoweringly passionate. "I know it's ridiculously forward of me but how many people do you know who love that sort of music?"

None. But go back to his place an hour after first meeting? That wasn't her thing, not at all. No. No! "Yes, that would be very nice, but just for one drink."

And one fuck, or maybe more than one. What was she being careful of? She needed a large one. His large one. She needed it soon.

He lived in a smart part of town. The early evening was still hot from the June sunshine and it was an easy walk from the wine bar. He talked about their shared musical love all the way, his arms flowing and gesticulating as he illustrated his points. Inside his open plan flat she smelled new leather, musky wood, a slight hint of spicy cooking. She sat on his wide black sofa which gave an expensive, leathery moan as it absorbed her into its animal softness. She smoothed her cotton skirt, made sure the thin straps of her top were not slipping down. Her mind started its wandering again, thinking that if it had been colder outside she'd have worn a coat and he would have taken it off for her. His fingertips would have brushed across her bare neck and shoulders as they curled around her collar. She might have gasped at this first touch of him upon her body. She might have turned to him, let herself be swallowed into his sex. Fuck me. I so need to be fucked.

He was by a large set of shelves, his fingers playing a silent spidery tune on the spines of his CDs as he fussed over what to play her first. He had forgotten about his offer of wine, almost seemed to have forgotten about her. It was reassuringly respectful, but also mildly annoying. If this was a seduction he was taking the long way round. She stood up and the sofa squealed and hissed in expanding release. "I need to use your bathroom. I saw the doorway on the way in."

"Uh?" He looked alarmed. He blinked, seemed to open his mouth as if to protest.

"I won't be a minute," she said, assuming he was worried she might find the inevitable male untidiness offensive. "Don't worry, I lived with a messy someone for three years so I won't be shocked by whatever you have in there." She was already walking to the bathroom and caught his sigh of unwilling surrender behind her. Men! She shook her head.

It was big, she had expected that. It was pristinely clean and neat; that was a nice treat. She sat on the toilet and looked around. At the other end of the travertine tiled chamber was a large shower area. Under the shower was a wooden chair. She finished her pee and flushed. Puzzled curiosity led her to look at the chair. It was strongly built and reminded her of pictures she'd seen of electric chairs used for execution. There were straps for arms and ankles and another on the back that looked to be the right height for the neck. The seat was open at the bottom and an arrangement of stainless steel levers and fitments were mounted on it and under it. Some of them were connected to shower hoses linked to an array of taps on the wall.

"Hello." He was at the door. She hadn't shut it and he was standing inside, trying hard not to look. She looked at him, her face an unspoken question. "I forgot I'd left it out. If I tell you I want you to believe that I didn't ask you to ... to c-come here for this." He stumbled over the word 'come'.

"What is it for?" She looked down at the chair, wanted to run her fingers along the smooth, oily wood.

"It would take you to a place you have never been before. But that's not why I asked you here, not what I wanted. I enjoyed just having a drink with you. I was amazed when you said you love renaissance music; I wanted us to share that. I still do. This is something completely different. Something ... else." His hand fumbled at the edge of the door as he tailed off.

"What place?" Her curiosity was doing battle with her unease and it was winning. She felt imprisoned by her need to know and her imagination was filling in the large blank spaces without the need for his explanation. "What would you say if I wanted to go there? To that place, wherever it is."

"What do you want me to say?" His sheepishness left him now his secret was out, now she was asking and he had control of his answers, control of her. Yet in his new certainty she thought she saw a fine curtain of regret drape itself over his beautiful face.

"Does it hurt?"

"Only if you want it to. You probably will want it to."

"How long does it take."

"Not very long to get there. How long you stay there for, well, that can vary a lot. At least two or three hours, sometimes longer. Once it was eleven hours and it might have been longer, but I decided to stop it. Water is a precious resource." He smiled.

She felt her breath catch and tighten in her bosom. This was not real. "How many have ... been there?"

"Twenty-one."

"All women?" She had to ask.

He laughed. "I don't think it would really work on a man and even if it did that's not what I want."

"And, afterwards? How many come back?"

"They all come back. Again and again. When I can fit them in." His blue eyes grew more piercing as she felt him reappraising her, examining her sexual resources with a bright, irresistible light. He had changed, she saw it in his face, his slightly raised eyebrows; she was number twenty-two if she wanted to be, if she felt up to it. She stood by the chair, silent for many moments. "To be honest, twenty-one is more than enough and I would love us just to listen to the music." Oh, so she was wrong about his invitation. Or was his provocation as part of his seduction technique?

"Take me there." She heard her words as if someone else had spoken them. There was an edge of anger in them. She was breathing hard, almost panting. Fuck the music! She needed something, needed to know. "Please?"

"I'll be back in one second."

When he returned he was naked. And beautiful. All her senses and instincts that had told her he was hard and lean and muscular underneath his suit were revealed to be right. She tried not to look at the inevitable first. But what was the point? She was surrendering to both him and his strange, enticing contraption for reasons that she pretended to herself that she couldn't fathom. She convinced herself that she had become someone else, already in an altered state where her normal rules of engagement didn't work and weren't needed.

"We are both going to get very wet, you especially." He was so good at that double meaning but his offering this explanation as to why he had no clothes on felt like an act of gentle kindness and reassurance. She didn't need it.

He undressed her with the practiced precision of someone who had done this many times. She thought back to her little coat removal fantasy and laughed inwardly at how ludicrous this seemed now. He was unzipping her skirt. Now his first real touch on her was against her long, slender thighs as he pulled down her underwear. She looked to see if this aroused him; it didn't. But the touch of his strong, masculine fingers crackled like sexual electricity through her as they brushed over her skin. Top off, bra off. He folded her clothes in a neat pile at the other end of the bathroom.

He led her to the chair and she sat. She thought the open bottom might feel strange but it was like sitting on a wooden toilet seat. The wood was warm and smooth, varnished with a satin sheen. He tightened the leather straps over her wrists and around her ankles. He adjusted something at the back so that the neck strap was at the right height. She judged that the last person in the chair must have been quite a lot shorter than her five seven stature. Before he buckled the strap around her slender neck he asked if she was ok with it. More concern, more gentle reassurance that nothing bad was going to happen. Still nothing that felt sexual or controlling. Was he the master or the servant of her?

"Now, this is very important." He squatted down in front of her, his earnest face level with hers. She was reminded of a moment long ago when her father first told her not to cross the road without looking both ways. "I am going to attach rubber coated tongs that will pull your labia apart." She gave a silent gulp. "I need to do this to open up your clitoris to the full attentions of my chair. It won't hurt unless you move suddenly. Once I've attached them they will be held by long elastic and you can then move. Because you will probably be moving around quite a lot during the process." His words and tone were of a doctor describing a medical procedure and this was perversely reassuring to her, calming her mounting anticipation. "One final thing before we start. Three important words. 'Hotter' means I'm doing it right, 'colder' means I'm not. And most importantly, let's see ... 'Dowland' means stop. I will then stop and release you as quickly as I can. Ok? Ready?"

He slid under the chair and parted her vaginal lips with quick, expert care. She shivered at the professional intimacy of it. The pressure of the clamps was strange but they were not uncomfortable. She felt pulled apart and helplessly exposed to whatever dreadful violation his creation was about to inflict on her. He took his time, slowly turned a valve and held his fingers under the water. "We don't want to surprise you with cold water, do we?" Again the almost formal authority of a medical professional, again her wondering of what role he was playing, what role she was.

He turned another valve slowly and, oh my god, she suddenly knew. She was his helpless victim. She rocked and struggled in the chair as a million liquid kisses tingled and sparkled against her sexual core. Foaming jets of steamy heat sprayed a pattern of excruciating bliss over her clitoris. It was almost pain, almost unbearable. It was pure essence of physically sexual thrill. She was going to come, very quickly. He closed his fingers around a metal lever on the chair and began to move it. The spray began to play slowly back and forth along her womanly opening. Oh, my god. Each time he brought the spray forward to tingle over her nub she throbbed with pleasure and delight. She so nearly came but he seemed expert at sensing when she was on the teetering precipice of her climax. She felt the tension of her body weigh against her, pushing her towards the edge so that she could tumble end over end into crashing waves of joy. But just before she fell he caught her, pulled her back with his diabolical lever and the nozzle swung back under her, fizzing over her vaginal opening with insistent delight. It was gorgeous, yes, yes, but not enough to unleash the hot tightening inside her. These tantalising cycles of almostness aroused her more and more, intensifying her need. She became obsessed with watching his hand as it moved her closer to, and then further from, her needed release. She tried to move back in the chair, following his liquid beam of ecstasy. "Hotter!" she cried as he thrilled her clitoris again with his heavenly jets, "Colder. Colder!" as he cruelly moved them away, stealing her climax once again with his clever teasing. He didn't seem to hear her. She shrieked the words at him. This torture, this ordeal by orgasm denial was not what she had expected. It went on and on, back and forth, arousal and near climax in an exhaustingly exciting endless loop. In her erotic madness she saw that he was excited too, his member swollen and pulsing, seeming to grow and harden more as her own orgasm was offered, withdrawn, offered, withdrawn. He slowed his movements of the lever, stretching her frustration to unbearable drum skin tightness. Oh, my god, my god. She was hurting and throbbing with her arousal. Her neck pressed against the strap and she gasped in exquisite desperation. She writhed and struggled in the chair. Her hair was sodden with steam and spray, her face streamed with water and sweat and needful tears. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him. Oh, god, oh god. She closed her eyes and the safe word was building on her lips. Oh, fuck, make it stop.




The Chair



Then he held the lever still, her eyes still fixated on his hand, beseeching it to hold her here, oh god, just here, please. Hold my spot, I beg you. Her pelvic muscles, resentful and aching from being brought so very close so very many times, tightened and coiled like enraged serpents, waiting to strike deep into her. Oh, oh. The tension inside her was excruciating, pulling her higher and higher towards giddy oblivion. Oh, my fucking ... oh, oh. She started to come. Her mind could not form words as huge, glorious waves of hot release surged and shuddered through her, pulsating every muscle in her lower body with violent spasms of release. Her primordial, panting screams bounced around the stone tiles and back into her ears. She gasped for breath so she could scream again.

At last her fires died down and her elemental pulsing subsided. She dropped her head forward in emptied euphoria. Oh, my god, my god. She realised her toes were curled like clenched fists. She took hold of her breathing and regained her thoughts, calming herself as she bathed in the beautiful glow of her aftermath. The water spray had stopped and she felt sticky drips trailing over her still quivering thighs before they splashed to their deaths on the marble below. He was right; she had never been to this place before. Eventually she looked up at him. He was standing in front of the chair, his erection fading as he looked at her with devotional wonder.

"You are special," he said, "very special." She heard him leave the bathroom.

As he returned to her the familiar strains of a very old song came from speakers somewhere in the ceiling. She knew these words and the music well, but never had the opening lines seemed so meaningful. The lute strummed as a delicious tenor voice sang words written four hundred years ago.

Come again! sweet love doth now invite

Thy graces that refrain

To do me due delight,

He was at the valve again. "This is a pressure regulator. It was on one, and it goes up to four. Let me give you two for a while."

To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,

He turned the valve and she jolted in the chair at the sudden intensity of it.

With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

The few minutes rest were merciful respite to her for what seemed to be coming now. The hot, piercing spray bored into her clitoris with a tingling ferocity that dragged her into a mind numbing zone somewhere between pleasure and pain. He knelt by the side of the chair and began to suck and kiss at her nipples as steam and spray soaked their naked bodies.

Come again! that I may cease to mourn

She came again. Her orgasm was wrenched from her, almost brutally. The relentless water was not satisfied. The nozzle's position was perfect and unless she moved her clitoris away from its prickling interrogation she knew she would be forced to suffer another deep, pumping shudder of sex. His sweet, tender lips on her breasts ensured her total surrender to his hot, demanding cascade of ecstasy. She opened her eyes briefly, saw his mouth reaching toward one rigid nipple then the other. She saw he was hard again, his huge cock bouncing on her thigh as he bent over her to administer his oral stimulation.

I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die

Her heart pounded in her eardrums, beating its primitive rhythm, feeding oxygen to exhausted muscles so they could contract and explode again. His mouth sucked harder and harder on her left nipple, her most sensitive one. The twin pleasure points from his fierce kissing and his voracious watery jetting arced together like a crackling sexual short circuit. She threw her head as far back as the neck strap allowed. It pressed on her throat as she screamed, as they screamed together.

In deadly pain and endless misery.

She was in another new place. Coming over and over again. This didn't happen. Not to her. The remnants of her mind told her it was not normal, not really her; she always stopped after two, maybe three. Sometimes she took ages just for one, sometimes she gave up. But here was six, seven, oh god, ten. Endless, every few seconds. The pulsing intensity could not match her first screaming release, but the certainty and the frequency of them had their own devouring effect on her mind. The relentless efficiency of the chair combined with the sensual kisses and stroking from his lips engulfed her in an insanity of eroticism. Each time her screams became more desperate, more bestial. She could no longer count. Twenty? Forty? Who cares? Oh fuck, oh fuck. She was wrapped, tighter and tighter inside the torrid, bucking blanket of her own animal sexuality. It suffocated her, obliterated her senses. She gasped again, struggling to find enough air for another emptying cry of anguished ecstasy.

He stopped it, stopped her.

Her smiles, my springs that makes my joy to grow,

He stood near her now, caressing her cheeks, brushing water from her eyelids, towelling her face with a new mother's tenderness. She was spent, exhausted. She turned her head as he moved behind her, and she felt the two wooden pieces she was sitting on move, pulling her buttocks apart. Something soft and rubbery pushed against her anus, not quite penetrating it. She was too tired, too high on boiling, bubbling sexual release, to ask or even care what this new torment might be. Dimly she saw him through steam and fatigue as he moved to the valves and turned on a different one. She became aware of the music again.

By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts

All hearing, all senses, were swept from her as she inhaled in shock and delight. Her bottom had never been one of her erogenous zones, but suddenly it was very erogenous. The fierce jet did not stream constantly, instead it pulsed against her anus as if she was being shafted from behind by a water demon, penetrating her with his endless reservoir of fluid. This thought, as she tried to make sense of what was happening to her, became her fantasy and she felt her bottom unclench, offering her surrender to his ramming, steaming cock. She did not expect to come without clitoral stimulation, but her liquid lover pulsed harder and deeper into her, demanding her answer in reward for his insatiable thrusting. Give yourself to me. To me! Her orgasm grew and erupted deep inside her like a dormant volcano, gushing hot lava that hissed and spat against the demon's unstoppable pounding.

She heard the valve squeak as it turned. Her water devil lover hissed louder, towered higher, drove deeper and harder, violating her anus with more and more of his hot, gushing seed. She screamed and screamed.

Another echoing squeal of metal. The first jet had returned in fierce rivalry. Now her two relentless jetting lovers were jousting with their hot, hard water lances, trying to outdo one another in their passion to give to her, take from her. Her waves of pleasure crashed against each other inside her body; two different orgasms fighting to escape through one poor body. Only when the gigantic pulses synchronised could she find release from her agony. They became a bomb going off inside her, even more intense and emptying than her first climactic detonation. She screamed continuously now. Another bomb began to tick. Please don't let it be bigger. She screamed in anguish and fear at the endlessness of her joy. She was a demented sex slave to herself, her whole body a single sexual organ, cleaned and simplified, reduced to fulfil one task, to contract and release into paroxysmal infinity. Her world was orgasm. Her life was orgasm. She was orgasm.

Somehow she was dimly conscious of his lips on hers, his gentle mouth rescuing her from the mindlessly exhausting demands of her writhing, struggling body. She tasted his humanity, his warmth and caring. His love. She strained her head back to release another hoarse scream of tortured delight. A hot gout of liquid splashed into her mouth and before she could swallow it his lips closed over hers and his cheek pressed against her nose. She was enslaved to his breathing, forced to inhale as he breathed out, forced to exhale as he sucked her back inside himself. Their tongues became lovers, writhing and coiling together. She was bursting, needing to pant and gasp in the fresh, steamy air. His lungs were strong as iron, his utter control of her very breathing felt so primitively intimate and sexual she gave in to him, brayed an ultimate cry of joy and pain into him as she came deep inside his mouth.

He pulled his lips away. He was making his own gasping sounds. She hear them distantly through the whirling haze in her wrecked mind and the panting, gulping of her mouth as she sucked hot, moist vapour into the shattered remnants of her soaked, boiling body. "Hotter," she whispered, "Hotter."

***

"How long?" She sat back on his sofa, her body aching and sparkling in equal measure. Soft lute music caressed her fevered mind. Outside the sky lightened, summer birds sang. A hopelessly inadequate, hypnotically simple word echoed compulsively in her head. Wow, wow, wow.

"I forgot to look at the clock. It doesn't matter. I've never seen anyone like you before. I thought you were going to die from it, but I couldn't stop it."

Silence filled by singing. Wow, wow, wow.

"What now? You know I'm going to have to ring in sick today." She didn't mean it to sound like an accusation. The mundane smallness of her problem was absurd. This ordinary, previous world seemed irrelevant. Wow, wow, wow.

"You'll go home. I'll give you my number before you leave. In a week, maybe less, you'll ring and ask if you can come and see me. And I'll know what that means." He stared straight ahead, as if his neck was made of stone.

The sadness in his tone made her sit up, brought her face round to look at him. She lifted her hand to brush away a still dripping lock of hair that hung in front of his eyes. She let her hand drop back, unused, into her throbbing, tingling lap. They had not touched again since he had undone the straps and released her from the chair, pulled her upright on quivering legs, dried her with slow, comforting care, dressed her with tender hands and sexless grace.

"Why will you know what it means? You are gorgeous, an incredibly sexy guy." No point in holding back on this after what they had shared.

He smiled. Was it regret? "Yes, I know. And we might have had something. I loved talking with you last night. I so wanted to sit and share a bottle, listen to the music we both love. Do normal things." His head remained pointed at the opposite wall, looking at nothing. "You're gorgeous too. But we can never have anything normal. You will always be waiting for your next ride in my chair. I've stood before you and watched you in the throes of the deepest sexual ecstasy you have ever had. How can I compete with my sexy body?" His face hardened with irony as he uttered the word 'sexy'. "How could we be real lovers? I had a lover, kept it secret from her, we spent our time at her place. She found out, six months ago. Dumped me, just like that. Bang! Like a car crash."

She felt an echoing pang. "So get rid of it." The words caused panic even as she spoke them.

His eyes glinted with insane ferocity. "I've become as obsessed with it as they have, as you will. Did you count how many times I ... came on you? Did you even know I was doing it? No. You were somewhere else, which is why I could do it, why I wanted ... needed to. I need the threesome now, you, me, the chair. And even if I wanted to give you the choice of spending the night in my bed or in my chair which would you pick?"

She stared at him as words tumbled from those sweet lips. He was trapped inside an erotic, monochrome melancholy of his own making. She felt gentle pity for him like a voice, mourning softly at the funeral of a love that was dead before it had even lived. But she felt something stronger, the unyielding arms of his trap closing around her.

"So I'll just get rid of it then. And the twenty-one. For you. For our love of Dowland. For what might still be. Do you want me to? If I take it apart and throw it away would you help me? Are you strong enough to rescue me from my madness?" At last he turned to look at her, his blazing blue eyes demanding total honesty in her choice.

Knowing there could be a next time in his chair, inside his crazed, erotic world of sexual euphoria, she was already thinking of it, yearning for it. His dark, sexual madness was creeping ever closer. She could hear its growl, smell its breath, feel its raw heat. Her anguished loins tingled and tightened. The thought of becoming nothing more to him, and to herself, than his next orgasm slave, his number twenty-two, made her suddenly and impossibly wet. The leather squished under her as she shuffled. She nodded, then shook her head. Wow, wow, wow. Now, now, now.

She stood on shaking legs, held her hand out to his, led him with demented, submissive certainty back to the chair, delivering them both into inevitable, intoxicating doom.



The Chair



She stands in front of the apartment. Naked thighs cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the long coat she wears. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. He heart is racing as she raises her hand to knock on the door. Her nipples harden immediately. She knocks, once, then twice before she takes a small step back.

He hears the knock and looks at the clock, it is exactly 9:10pm.

"Good girl," he thinks.

He puts down his glass of whiskey and rises from the couch. He has a fire roaring and the room is warm. He walks slowly to the door, softly in his bare feet to avoid making noise. He can see her silhouette in the frosted glass and pauses for a second. He wants to make her wait, building anticipation even before they see each other. He opens the door and smiles lovingly at her standing there. Her eyes go wide as the door opens and he smiles even wider, she is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Her breath catches as he sees him. He is dressed only in a pair of faded jeans, a black leather belt loose around his waist. His chest and arms are strong and bare. She knows he is able to control her physically any time he wants. Just looking at him her pussy is wet instantly and her legs go weak. Her mouth is dry and she is afraid that if she tries to speak it will come out as an obscene croak. She lowers her eyes and smiles shyly.

He grabs her chin gently and pulls her towards him. A small kiss on the cheek, then the other, then he raises her chin slowly, marveling at the arousing combination of strength, vulnerability and pure lust that he sees in her eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asks?

He feels her knees buckle slightly as his strong voice washes over her.

She whimpers, "Yes."

He kisses her, deeper this time, and pulls her into his arms. She is trembling. he closes the door behind her and draws her inside.

He looks at her face again, to make sure she is steady and then backs away slightly. Reaching down he undoes the belt of her long coat. As the belt comes off the coat opens slightly to reveal naked skin underneath. He smiles again and he can feel his cock stirring in his pants.

She feels her face and neck go red as the coat opens. She can feel her heart pounding in her ears, and her hands are wet and slippery. She knows he desires her and she loves to see him looking at her body. She wants him to lust after her, she wants to be sexy for him.

He pulls the coat from her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. Her flush moves down her chest as her nipples harder further. Goosebumps rise on her arms and legs, the room is warm but the air feels cool on her exposed skin. She is very shy of her body, she doesn't think of her body as perfect even though he has told her many times that it is.

He lets his eyes roam over her. Her breasts, large, heavy and perfectly shaped, are topped by very erect, very swollen nipples. Looking down across her flat belly he sees the smooth hairless mound that ends in the wet slit of her pussy. Her shapely legs start at an amazing ass and end in 4 inch red heels.

He reaches out and grabs a nipple between each thumb and index finger. Rolling them lightly between his fingers he sees her mouth open and hears a low moan escape. Pinching the nipples hard elicits a squeal. He wants to take them in his mouth but resists. 

Pinching again, harder this time, causes her to take a deep breath. She knows there will be pain tonight, pain and pleasure in varying combinations. Pain and pleasure that will end in massive orgasms, but only if she is good, only if she does exactly what he asks. She has absolute trust in him, and has given him her body to pleasure. She wants to be possessed absolutely by him.

Her pussy is getting wetter by the second. She can feel the moisture dripping down her leg and she can smell her own arousal. He pinches her nipples again pulling and twisting as he does.

She moans softly, "Oh my god."

So softly that he is not sure what he heard but he knows she is excited. He steps back and looks at her again, seeing the wetness flowing from her pussy makes his mouth water. He longs to kneel between her legs and lick and suck her sweet pussy as she comes in his mouth and on his face. The thought almost makes him take her there, on the floor, quickly and deeply, but that is not what is planned.

He grabs her hand and leads her to the center of the room. She sees a wooden chair positioned in front of the fireplace. She looks up at him questioningly but he only smiles. He bends her slowly over the chair, the hard wooden back pressing into her belly. Her hands are supporting her weight on the seat of the chair. He moves around and quickly but gently ties her hands to the legs of the chair with a red silk scarf.

"Spread your legs my little slut," he growls.

It has started. Her breath comes quicker now and she does exactly what he ask. Her heart is pounding. She can feel the heat of the fire on her back and head but her ass and thighs are cool. She feels totally exposed and vulnerable, her pussy throbs in anticipation.

He bends down behind her, face inches from her pussy and ass, intoxicated by the site. He runs his hand lightly down the inside of her thigh and grabs her ankle tightly. He binds first one ankle then the other to the chair legs with more silk scarfs. Sliding his hand up her leg now, all the way until it is pressing on her pussy. He can feel how wet she is. As he removes his hand he runs one finger along the lips of her pussy eliciting a long low moan. She is totally immobile, totally vulnerable, totally exposed.

He stands and looks down on her, hair falling forward over her face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she fights to keep her rapid breath under control. She is shaking slightly and goose bumps again cover her arms and legs. She is totally helpless, the way she longs to be. She trusts him completely and he will protect that trust at all costs, but he will push her to the edge of desire, to the edge of control, to the point of total physical and emotional release.

He walks to the couch and retrieves his drink. He is hard as a rock now and wants to regain control. Leaving her exposed in the middle of the room builds the anticipation for both of them. Taking a long drink he puts he glass back down.

He leans down beside her, "Are you OK?"

She can smell the sweet scent of whisky on his breath and longs to kiss his mouth and suck on his tongue. She nods, already beyond the point of responding with words, all her senses focused on his actions. He stares deep into her eyes, making sure there is no fear, making sure there is only the desire to be taken.

He steps back, grabs her ass cheeks roughly and spreads them wide. He leans forward and lightly dips his tongue into tight little hole.

She convulses at the touch.

He leans back down beside her head and whispers softly, "Do not come until I tell you. If you lose control you will be punished."

His words in themselves are almost enough to make her lose control. Her pussy and ass spasm slightly. 

She nods.

He leans closer, louder now he says, "Do you understand?"

Her heart stops, she nods again, afraid to look at him.

"Say it!"

"Yes Master, I understand", she says as she looks up and meets his gaze. 

It takes all her will to keep her eyes on him but she is rewarded with a smile. She relaxes her head back down, focusing again on the warmth spreading from her wet aching pussy, radiating out to her ass and nipples.

He moves behind her again and stops. Her senses are reaching out, desperately waiting for another touch, any touch. Waiting, anticipating, she is going out of her mind.

Softly he runs his nails up the back of her leg and over her ass. Repeatedly, coming closer to her pussy each time but never touching. Both hands now, lightly then hard again.

"Please," she moans, "please touch my pussy."

Her need has become an ache. Her nipples are painfully erect and she rocks back and forth, dragging them across the rough wood of the chair back. Her clit is erect and throbbing, her pussy unfolding, begging to be touched.

"Oh my god, please touch me," she begs.

His hands move to her pussy lips and he spreads them wide, exposing her clit and wet hole. He dips his tongue into her, tasting her for the first time. He pulls his tongue away and she gasps. She strains back against the chair and the bindings, straining to put her pussy back in contact with his tongue. He moves his tongue back in contact with her clit, swirling it in small circles. Back to her dripping hole and then to her tight little ass. Back and forth, he licks long and hard, clit to pussy to ass, repeating the process in agonizing slowness.

She is lost in the pleasure, feeling the waves building inside her.

He pulls back and she whimpers in frustration.

A hard slap on the ass, "Be a good girl."

He sees her clench as she anticipates another slap. When it doesn't come she relaxes. He slaps her again, surprising her, this time directly on her spread ass and pussy. He knows that if he keeps up the slaps she will come so he decides to test her resolve. Slap after slap, over her ass, contacting her ass, pussy, clit, legs and thighs. She is crying out, begging for more.

He stops, again waiting for her body to relax. This time it takes much longer. He can see her pussy and ass clenching and unclenching, right on the edge of orgasm. She is holding her breath, fighting the orgasm that threatens to overwhelm her. Finally her body relaxes, barely holding back the crashing waves. She wants to please him so badly, she wants to be the good girl he desires, but she is so close to the edge.

He moves around to the front of the chair and removes his pants. She strains to see him, to watch him undress. He moves to her side and positions his hard cock by her head. She takes it slowly into her mouth. Sucking it deep into her, savouring him, light sweat and pre-come mixing together to create an intoxicating taste. Sucking hard she tries desperately to extract the come she loves. He moves his hands to her nipples as she continues to suck. He pushes back her hair so he can watch his hard cock move into her mouth. Her eyelid are half closed, eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the moment. She swirls her tongue around the head and shaft as he pulls out, licking his balls as he buries his cock deep back her throat. He rocks slowly back and forth. Working both nipples, pinching and stroking he can see her hips moving as her arousal increases.

She loves having his cock in her mouth and relaxes her throat to give him access. Gasping for breath when she can, she lets him fuck her throat as if it was her pussy. Her complete trust allowing her to keep his cock in her throat longer than she feels normally comfortable, knowing he will let her breath in time. She can feel her orgasm creeping up on her again and she struggles for control. Moans escape her throat each time he removes his cock.

He hates to stop but he needs to remain in control. The desire to simply fill her mouth with come is strong but he pulls away. He moves behind her and pushes two fingers deep in her gaping pussy. He moves his thumb to her clit and his tongue to her ass, working it deep inside. He knows this is unfair but he continues. Plunging his fingers into her, rubbing her clit he pushes her inexorably higher.

She is desperate, she knows she can't hold on, the feelings are too intense and she is way beyond control.

"Please let me come Master!" she begs.

"Please"

"Not yet," he says.

He curls his fingers and begins to rub her g-spot in tight hard circles. In time with rubbing her clit he knows this will push her over the edge. 

She holds her breath, clenching her pussy and ass, but this only makes the feelings more intense. Determined to hold out she gasps and moans continually.

"Oh god!"

He feels her body let go, the wetness flowing from her pussy. Her ass clenching around his tongue, her pussy spasming around his hand. He continues to finger fuck her right through her orgasm leaving her gasping for breath. He stands up now and backs away.

"I am very disappointed." he says quietly.

"I'm so sorry Master, I tried" she whispers head turned slightly to see him.

She looks at him through her sweaty hair. She is wondering if he will let this slide, if he will forgive her. The other part of her desires to be punished and hopes that he will not forgive her. The mixture of dread and desire is making her belly and pussy flutter in anticipation.

He moves to the pants he left on the floor and removes the leather belt. She can see what he is doing and flushes in excitement in spite of herself.

"I deserve to be punished Master," she whispers.

"You don't deserve anything my little slut, but I will punish you just the same." He responds forcefully, as he moves back behind her.

Her body clenches again from the force of the words and she waits for the punishment to begin.

Again he waits for her to relax before bringing the folded belt down firmly on her exposed ass. Hard but not hard enough to injure, smack, wait, smack, wait, each time waiting for a little longer. He wants to make sure she never knows when or where the blow will land. The blows contact her ass, pussy, clit and legs. Each time it hits a bolt of pain shoots through her, followed instantly by the shock of electric pleasure that goes directly to her clit and nipples. 

She feels her orgasm building again, she wants him inside her, she wants to come again but continues to hold it back. To come while being punished would be the ultimate disappointment for her Master.

Finally he stops. She is panting. He moves behind her and, without warning, plunges his hard cock deep into her pussy. She screams.

Juices are running from her swollen pussy covering his cock and balls. It runs down her legs. He is fucking her hard now. Both hands on her hips, she is lost in pleasure as his cock fills her. His cock reaches into the depths of her tight pussy, moving her towards her orgasm. She is totally filled, possessed by him. She is in heaven.

She feels his finger go to her ass and she strains back against him desperately wanting him to fill both her holes. He works first one then two fingers into her. Fucking her in time with his pounding of her pussy.

A third finger now and she is crying out, "Fuck me hard, oh god fuck my ass!"

He pulls out of her pussy and presses the head of his cock against her ass. He slowly pushes into her until his entire cock is deep inside her. Stretching her, filling her. He starts to move inside her, out to the tip and then back in, filling her ass completely. He knows he will not last long, moving ever faster as they both near climax.

Finally he releases her, "Come for me my little slut!"

"Thank you Master, thank you!" she sobs.

He is pounding into her ass now and she is meeting his every stroke. Her orgasm peaks and then crashes over her. As her ass clenches around his cock he lets himself go, filling her ass with come. He slowly stops moving and lets her spasms subside, letting his cock slip from her ass. Pussy and ass both dripping down her thighs.

He reaches down and slowly unties her. Taking her in his arms they move to the couch and lie down. He pulls a blanket over them and pulls her head to his chest.

"Good girl," he whispers.

As her body calms and her heartbeat returns to normal she sighs and cuddles closer, totally content she falls asleep.



The Chair



"You were a bit of a brat last night," I tell you as my hands work the rope. Your legs are complete, it's just your arms and torso that need some final work.

"I know, I'm sorry. I wanted you really bad. I hate that I had to work so late."

I give your naked breasts a slap. "What have I told you about sorry? Only say sorry when you mean it. You aren't sorry for the way you acted. Are you?"

You squirm. "No, sir."

"You knew that I had to work this morning, and that I wanted to orgasm with you over the phone. Instead you left me to masturbate on my own." I complete another knot.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't get out of work until two. I didn't want to wake you."

"But you were fine with teasing me up until about one-thirty."

You blush as I put the finishing touches on the ropes. You are bound to the chair, arms at your sides, legs held tight. I get on my knees so that I can inspect my other handiwork. The irony of the situation is not lost on either of us.

The chair is perfect for this. It's well-cushioned and dark colored enough that the stains from your juices won't be too terribly obvious. I told you not to bounce when I started this process, and it's obviously difficult. I left just enough give in the ropes for you to thrust your hips a bit, and I know you want that now.

"I know that you enjoy punishment," I say, looking right into your eyes, "but I plan for this to be frustrating for you. I plan for you to hate me after this." At that, I switch on the vibrating dildo. 

Before I sat you down in the chair, I inserted two toys. The one in your ass is pretty small, just enough to make you feel full, not uncomfortable. The one in your pussy is much bigger, and has a whole host of functions..

That said, neither is really the point of the exercise. This is all about me watching you squirm, the way you forced me to last night. I want to see your eyes get big, and your body flush with lust. 

Look, it's already happening. And despite your instructions, you are bouncing a bit on those toys inside you. I'm going to let that go. For now.

"Are you enjoying this?" I ask, knowing the answer.

"Yes sir." 

"And you want more?"

"Yes sir."

"Well at least you are being an honest slut, if nothing else. But I don't want to hear you speak anymore. I want to see you drool. Can you do that for me?" I ask you the question even as a ball gag appears in your mouth, quickly leaving you able only to mumble your agreement.

So there you are, slut. Bound, gagged, and with a toy in each of your holes. Trying to hide the fact that you are ever so slowly riding both of those imaginary cocks as you look at me with those big beautiful eyes.

It's tempting to let you up and fuck you right now. But being in charge sometimes means sacrifices. It sometimes means denying oneself in order to inflict further denial on another. So with that, I get out my magic wand.

It's not really a magic wand, mind you, but Hitachi claims that it is. I like that it plugs in: No need to worry about batteries dying. "You want this against your clit, don't you my prim and proper little slut?"

"Mfmmfmm."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Your reaction is immediate, and enthusiastic. So enthusiastic that I decide to take the magic wand off of your clit after only seconds.

"Mnnnooooo," You wine through the gag. This earns you a good slap or three on your voluptuous tits. This is your punishment, remember. It's not a reward.

"Let's try it again," I say. "And this time, no comments from your cock-sucking whore mouth." Your eyes tell me that you will be a good girl this time.

And so, I put the magic wand against your clit again, while at the same time I press my lips against yours. I kiss you through the ball gag, knowing how frustrated you must be that our tongues cannot touch. You react accordingly, bucking and swaying your beautiful hips.

You truly do have a beautiful body, my slut, even if you are a brat sometimes. I run my hands all over you, feeling your tight womanly curves and firm muscles. I touch your sides, your arms, your thighs, all as I leave the magic wand vibrating. Your arousal is rather apparent. As is mine.

Speaking of me, it's time you pleasured me, my slut. I untie your right hand and place it on my cock, removing the magic wand again. This time you don't protest. At least you can learn from your mistakes.

By now your drool is oozing down your lips, and I make you wipe your mouth and then use it to lubricate my cock. Jerk me off, my pet. This is as close to sex as you are going to get, tonight. That's a good girl.

Your hand works back and forth over me, every muscle in your arm moving in rhythm with my hips. Though I've been in control, our roles are suddenly reversed. You have me in this moment. If you could talk, you could demand anything of me and I'd do it, just as long as I could continue to feel your hand on me.

That's why I had to gag you. 

I place the wand back on your clit. Your words are incoherent against the gag, but I can imagine them:

"Oh Jesus fuck please let me come."

"No," I reply. "But you better not stop on me."

You comply, fucking my cock harder with your hand, your body shaking and your mouth dripping. The noises that come from you are guttural, animalistic. You are very close. 

I look into your eyes, and I can see how badly you want it. I can see you begging in a way no words can communicate.

"Come for me, then," I tell you. I press the magic wand fully against you, and hold it there.

We orgasm together. Me all over your body, marking you as mine. You against the toys in your holes and the wand against your clit. You shake, and moan, and collapse.

After just a few seconds, I take off your gag, untie you, and lead you to the bed. We don't speak at all, but lay in a stupor, our hands intertwined. My last thought before sleep is how I'm going to take you in the morning.



The Chair



Larry must have been partly raised by Lucifer, the prince of darkness thought anyone who knew him. 

He had to be the meanest kid going. Those who knew him even casually figured he would die in some state's electric chair.

Larry had this attitude he could do as he damn well pleased, he often said "If they were not smart enough to stay away from me or do as I told them, too bad."

Somehow he had gotten hold of a thirty eight revolver and that became his best friend, knowing that it had the power to eliminate someone.

Larry was not even man enough to go after another man his age but went after the elderly, knowing he could harass them and get what he wanted. 

He was twenty two when he did his first first murder. An old guy in his seventies who would have lived another twenty had Larry not have murdered him. Larry needed some bucks and hung out around the bank one day when he saw a man in his upper years leave the bank, He followed the old gent to his home and demanded the mans bill fold. The old gent refused and put up a fight and gave Larry a good punch in the nose. Larry then caved in the mans skull with a piece of gas pipe. 

A cloud no bigger than a man's hand cast a shadow over Larry and that was the harbinger of bad days to come. It just so happened that someone who knew Larry saw him at the crime scene. She went to see what he was running from and when she saw the old man, a good friend and neighbor she was hurt and angered more than she ever thought she could be.

Meanwhile Larry was back at his mothers place. He was so stupid as to keep the mans bill fold on his person with the mans I.D. instead of just taking the cash.

The police arrived and took Larry to the station and since Larry showed proof by his having the mans bill fold and blood on the gas pipe from not only the gent but Larry's bloody nose, the characteristics of the blood proved with out a doubt that Larry did indeed murder the old gentleman.

Larry was appointed a public defender who was a pretty good lawyer but took an immediate dislike to Larry, he felt Larry actually did murder the old gent.

The lawyer had a sense of pride in his work and kept Larry's ass out of the chair but he knew prison life could be hell and he did not care what happened after Larry was in prison.

Not one inmate at Sing Sing could figure Larry out. They heard he was mean and rot- ten they could deal with that. What they not figure out was his stupidity. It was as if he went out of his way to piss people off and not consider the consequences of doing such.

Larry was assigned to work in the kitchen and he resented that very much.

"I am not here to work." He told someone. He walked by the soup kettle and spat in it. Of course the head cook saw that and walked over to Larry. 

Now Jim, the senior cook weighed in at over three hundred pounds and that was a lean three hundred, yup all muscle and no fat. He is the kind of guy truckers and bouncers are made of. Well he grabbed Larry and with no effort, dragged him to the deep fat frier and stuffed Larry's face in it. The screams could be heard over in the Bronx.

Larry shook like a screen door in a hurricane and his face looked like it met the inside of a strong microwave oven.

Larry did smarten up but just a little. A few months later he was working in laundry, he had to use the toilet but was told he had to get the last hamper of clothes folded first. 

No one was going to tell Larry he had to wait to empty his bladder so he pulled out his cock and emptied his bladder all over a pile of clean,dried and folded laundry.

Tim was a pretty good boss to work for, he was about sixty and weighing in at three hundred and twenty five pounds. He was a trucker and got into a bar room brawl and severely messed up the bar tender.

Tim walked over to Larry as he saw Larry piss all over the laundry and had an antique steel iron in his hand which was just taken off the steam iron heater and it met Larry's nose very quickly, which not only broke his nose but burned it badly as well.

A week later, Larry heard Gus talking to Hank and Steve about Larry's stupidity.

Larry heard about this and started to harass Gus. Not too smart. 

"Bug Off Larry."

Larry was not going to and the last he remembered as he said later, 

"It was like a ten pound ham hock flying at me at ninety miles an hour."

"Well Larry, what the hell did you expect? Gussy's three hundred and fifty pounds of muscle and no fat. He won't tell you more than once, so the next time he tells you some thing, damn well better listen up."

A riot in prison makes every Warden have nightmares and Larry was the cause of this one.

The Warden had had the week-end off and as usual watched the late night news. He clicked on the t.v. in time to hear about the riot over at Sing-sing.

It was a bloody mess, three guards very seriously injured and a big fire in the laundry dept. 

An investigation of the riot began as soon as Monday morning and the general attitude was that Larry was the sole cause of it.

The Warden said he was very sorry Larry would not be sentenced to die in the states chair. Prisoners and workers felt the same.

Every inmate and every prison worker knows there can be a real danger when prisoners are angered and that anger is a real threat to everyone. A mob mentality can erupt and spread like fire fed with gasoline.

Things cooled off after a while, then Larry starts bragging how he did in an old guy with a piece of gas pipe because the guy had the nerve to put up a fight to keep his money. 

"So you crashed in an old mans skull for a hundred bucks?"

"Yup, I did what I had to do." Said Larry in a voice of bragging.

Gus was steaming when he heard that and told Larry,

"If I have my way, you will get the chair that."

Larry seemed to think the chair was a relic and never used, that lethal injection was the new means of ending a prisoners life. and said as much.

"Are you serious?" asked Gus in a surprised voice. He could not believe Larry to be that stupid.

"Of course the chair's still in operation."

"How much volts? two twenty like the stove circuit in a house?" "Two twenty?! My red fuzzy balls! Try twenty two hundred at fifteen amps." 

That was the one thing Larry was deathly afraid of, dying by means of electrocution.

"Just keep your eyes over your shoulder at all times asshole,because if I have my way, you will fry like an egg, your blood will get to a hundred and thirty eight degrees, you will have a massive headache and your eyes will pop clean out of your skull."

Gussy was laughing as Larry turned white.

Larry did not know it but a plan was being formed to have him fry in the chair while painting and cleaning would be done in the death-house, The plan was nicely arranged as there would be just three large men and Larry with no guards at all. 

Two weeks later, the warden called for Gussy, Hank and Steve to be brought to his office. 

"Good afternoon gentlemen." 

"Good afternoon Warden."

"Gentlemen, I have called you here because I want to talk to you about getting rid of that pain in the ass Larry. I know I have sworn to uphold the law but being a Warden I have a great many men to keep safe and I see that as long as Larry is with us, this prison is not as safe as it was before Larry was sent here."

"I feel as I speak for everyone here Warden, that getting rid of Larry is in the best interests of this prison." Spoke Gus.

"So here is my plan, the three of you if interested would be assigned to a clean up detail in the death house with Larry of course. Should you gents feel like you want to give some justice to the old gent Larry so mercilessly killed well the chair is right there. Are you interested?"

"We are interested." Spoke Hank.

"Good, now the control for the chair is a big green box, it has a voltmeter and an ammeter, a big black knob for adjusting the volts, I keep it at two thousand. The switch is a knife blade type, when up there's no juice on it till it is down in the contacts."

"Make damn sure your hands are dry."

"Shave his head and left leg or down by the ankle where a bracket with the ground wire is. If you want, wet the head with a sponge there is a bucket of seawater or brine. Hit the switch for half a minute or so then check his pulse, if he still has one and he probably will, hit him again and check his pulse again. Do this till he is not breathing. There can be NO chickening out here, you start this you damn well better finish it, Hear me?"

"He will be done Warden, golden brown most likely."

The Warden smiled and passed out three of Cubans finest cigars.

Of course there is something in this for you, Gus, what's your interest? 

"Well Warden, I would like to get behind a piano again, do some real classical music."

"That sounds pretty good. We have a nice Baldwin grand in the chapel, door is never locked, that I know of. "Steve, what are you into?

"Baseball sir." 

"Well its getting closer to spring, I can pick up some mitts,balls and a bat and give some extra time on Saturday."

"Thanks a lot Warden." 

"Hank, what can I do for you?" 

"Well if I could help the electrician with electrical work, yeah that would be good." 

"Fine, I'll talk to him an get something set up."

"Guss, whats your weight? asked the warden.

"Three hundred sir."

"Steve?" 

"325 pounds warden.

"Hank? 

"275." 

"900 pounds of man, Larry won't have a chance." Said the Warden.

Larry started having bad dreams, a week before the day he did not know he would fry like an egg. But he was not going to let anyone know, what would they care anyways?

So he decided to keep on acting tough, which may have caused the plan against him to be carried out with a definite certainty. 

One morning two guards come to Larry along with Gus Hank and Steve.

"Larry you are assigned to a clean up and paint detail with these men." Said a guard.

So the six of them walked down to the death-house. Part of the way you were outside and could see where the power lines entered the death-house, there was an outside area with a building for the emergency generator that also worked the chair. The bldg. was circled by a heavy wire woven fence and a sign on the fence read "Keep out, High Voltage." 

Gus was in charge of the operation, he started to scrub the floor with an electric buffer. 

Steve and Hank were in charge of stripping old paint. and Larry had to wash windows. 

As usual Larry bitched about having to work and Gus said,

"Don't worry Larry, you won't be working long."

Larry picked up on this,

"What do you mean by THAT?" Larry asked.

Gus figured it was time to mete out justice, gave a silent signal to Steve and Hank. They walked over to Larry, Steve grabbed one side, Hank grabbed Larry's other side and Larry having his feet clear of the floor was brought over to the chair.

"Hey! What's going on here?" 

Larry saw he was being taken over to old sparky and was he ever scared. 

Not hurrying but knowing their job they had him strapped in the chair, Gus started to shave Larry's head. 

"What are you doing?" asked Larry whose voice had some real worry in it.

"Shaving your head, for the electrode, Don't want to have a bad connection."

Gus walked away and called the other two over. 

"Yeah Gus, what's up?"

"Well, I thought we would let him sit there awhile, let the emotional psychology work on him as he is strapped in a chair and knowing he's going to fry like eggs and sausage on a Sunday morning."

Steve and Hank laughed.

"It will give him time to think about his life an how he could have avoided his current situation." Said Gus. 

"That's a fucking GAS! Current situation! did you hear that Larry?" hollered Hank.

Gus remembered the warden talking about the sponge and bucket of seawater or brine, that the sponge was to be wet and placed between skull and the electrode. He did not know much about electric chairs but knew enough that even regular water was a good conductor of electricity and the fact he hated Larry with a passion, he wanted to see Larry literally burn. So Gus kicked over the bucket of seawater, which flowed into a floor drain.

Hank and Steve knew a serious step in the execution would not be carried out, they looked at Gus and they knew Larry would literally burn, and Yes there is a HELL on earth not just below it.

The three men walked over to Larry and Gus placed the electrode on Larry's scalp and tightened the chin strap.

Then Gus shaved Larry's ankle and put it in the brass clamp that was wired to the ground or return side of the return side of the chair's generator. Larry sat there wired up to 2,000 volts were the switch to be closed, he could not help but think of the bad predicament he was in, and began to wonder why he was so rotten to the core. Why did he have such a bad attitude about everything? and everyone? and as much as he hated to think of it, it dawned on him that no one ever really did anything mean to him. All the rotten things he did to others, for what reason he asked himself. No one did anything to me as I did to them. I guess I felt that this day was a long ways off but look where I am now. Sure my lawyer kept me off death row and yet when they hit the switch it's not going to be good.

After a while Larry started to think the whole thing was a very bad joke and that he was not going to fry. 

"O.K guys, jokes over. Get me out of this chair."

Gus says,

"What joke? 

Something in Larry sank like a quarter ton mushroom anchor. He could sense there was no joking around. 

"Steve, Hank its time." 

The two men walked over. 

"Want to flip for who throws the switch?" asked Gus. "Heads throws the switch."

"Heads Oh good, thanks Larry, I will enjoy this." Said Hank.

Larry cursed him.

"Larry, is that all you can say in this most important moment of your life, all you can come up with is 'fuck you? I mean it is such a common expression I thought you'd come up with something more original."

"Curse all you want Larry, you are the chair person! 

"Lets sing a song for this event," said Steve.

"A SONG?" asked Gus. 

"Yeah done by the group 'Steam" back in 69' instead of wanna see ya kiss him goodbye, I'll say,'Wanna see ya zap him and fry." 

Larry was bullshit mad. "I'm gonna die an' you guys are making a joke of it?"

"Should have thought of that before you caved in the old man's skull with the gas pipe...ASSHOLE!"

He had done nothing wrong to deserve that, he had no control over the situation, just as you don't right now." 

"GUARDS!" hollered Larry. 

"Larry, have you noticed there have been no guards here all day and that there won't be any now. Want to say a prayer? Fuck that! you don't deserve that either."

"O.K. Hank, your hands nice an dry? better be as there 2,000 volts on the switch blades when the switch is thrown." 

"Yes Gussy, hands are nice an dry and I'm standing on a wooden pallet anyways. "Where did that come from?" 

"Here's a note says 'Thanks, wanted to make sure you would be safe' It's from the Warden."

"Good, You got a watch?"

"Yep!" 

"Good, hit the switch and time out thirty seconds, Larry will get a charge out of this."

It was a good idea the chair had seat belts, as soon as the juice hit him he lunged forward and would have been back in the Bronx with out them. Since there was no real good conduction at the scalp, his skin and hair burst into flames with a lot of smoke,the smell of burning flesh was disgusting. The connection at the ankle was not much better and those two thousand volts at fifteen amps started to crackle the skin and caught fire which spread to Larry's grey trousers. There was a blueish ball of fire that looked like a welders arc that traveled through Larry's body and he was still alive and screaming! 

It was a macabre sight to see and the likes to cause bad dreams for a long time. The death house was dreary and the sun was not shining and a man, although a ruthless little prick was dying in an awful way. 

Did it matter? 

Not to three men who were in for murder, They did not let anyone suffer as did the old gent whose head was crushed by a rotten punk with a S&W thirty eight revolver and a piece of gas pipe.

The men were either scared stiff or did not know what to do but Larry's body was smoking in a dozen places and he was still screaming.

Larry's head dropped forward and he was no longer screaming, they knew he was dead. Even after the juice was off the acrid stench of burned flesh so assaulted their nostrils. 

They grabbed a fire extinguisher and put out the fire of burning skin and clothes.

"Now I get what I have been wanting for some time now." 

"Sit behind a piano Gussy?"

"Yes that is right, back to the classics. course some of Dylan's old stuff is pretty good too. My back pages;like a rolling stone;To Ramona."  Later that day as the prisoners were eating burgers and beans, someone asked, 

"Where's Larry?"

"He died." Said Gus. 

"What?"

"He was with us cleaning up the death house, he must have touched something that was live and the floor being wet as I was using the buffer."

"I think he bumped into some electrical panel. Gosh what a shame!" 

"Yeah Man absolute bummers. Well what he did to the old man with the gas pipe, guess it was bad karma."

"Rumor has it the warden made a deal but Larry's lawyer kept him off death row. What a fucking riot! he avoids the chair an accidentally juiced himself!" 

"What do you think? The Wardens gonna have the case investigated?" 

"I doubt it, wet floor and he touched something, sounds like a stupid thing to do."

"That was Larry huh? Spitting in the soup Kettle, boy the cook had no trouble sticking Larry's face in the deep fat fryer."

"Yeah I really kinda thought he'd a smarten up after that. Then the laundry boss slammed him in the face with a hot steel antique laundry iron."

"Well, he got his comeuppance and I am damn glad he's gone." Said Gus.

            The

             End



The Chair



The work at the office had really piled up,and I had no choice but to work late on Friday night. I called my husband to let him know I would late, and told him if he wanted to go out with the guys, that was fine and we would catch up later.

I finally wrapped things up about 8:30pm and left the office. On the way home I tried to call my husband, but just got his voice mail. I figured he was probably at the bar and not paying attention to his phone, and besides I just wanted to go home and relax.

As I opened the front door of our apartment I was surprised to see a dozen or so candles burning in the living room, which was pitch black, except for the light given off by the candles. In the center of the room was a wooden chair, and on the chair was a rose, an envelope, a blindfold, and some silk ropes.

I called out to my husband but there was no reply. Intrigued, I walked to the chair and looked at the envelope, which had my name on it. I opened it and read the very simple instructions listed inside. The note read, "please take off all your clothes, sit on the chair, and secure a silk rope to each of your wrists, and to both ankles. Once you have done that, put the blindfold on and call out that the task is complete. After that, no more words, let yourself relax, and go with whatever happens...you will be safe."

Honestly I was a little apprehensive, this was unlike my husband, but at the same time just the thought of being tied up made me wet. I quickly undressed, followed the rest of the instructions and called out that I was ready.

At first I heard nothing, I sat there for what seemed like 15 minutes, but probably only a few minutes passed. My heart was racing, my nipples were hard and I was very wet between my legs. Then without warning I felt my left arm being touched, and moved to the side of the chair where it was tied down. The same thing on the right side.

My pulse was racing as my arms were secured to the chair, and my legs spread apart. I felt the warm breath against my pussy just before a flick of a tongue caressed the hardened nub of my clit sending a shiver throughout my entire body.

I let out a moan and pushed my hips up, wanting more tongue. I was not disappointed, as the expert oral stimulation continued, working me into a sexual frenzy. I whimper, moaned, and then screamed as an incredible orgasm rocked my entire body.

He let me catch my breath then slowly untied the ropes, stood me up and guided me to the bedroom. I was still blindfolded, and I tried to remove the blindfold as he sat me down on the bed, but he grabbed my hand, indicating that it should not be removed. 

He positioned me on the center of the bed, and gently secured by arms to the headboard post, and my legs to the post at the end of the bed. I was laying on my back, spread completely out, and absolutely vulnerable.

I heard a faint humming sound, then felt the tip of a vibrator at the entrance of my pussy. He slowly worked the tip around the folds of my opening, spending a little more time on my still very hard and sensitive clit. Each pass sent shocks through me and caused me to buck up towards the vibrator, wanting more.

He teased me for awhile, and then without warning pushed the vibrator deep inside me. It felt so good to have something in me that I started to buck wildly, trying to get more. He moved it in and out until with a guttural moan I came hard, soaking a spot on the bed with cum.

I was physically drained from such an intense sexual experience, my tied up body lay limp on the bed. I must have dozed off because I was startled somewhat when I felt the bed move, as someone got on it. I could feel him position himself above me, and then felt his warm breath on my nipples, as he gently bit them, and licked them. He moved from one to the other. My nipples were rock hard as moved down to my stomach, kissing, licking and nibbling all the way. Stopping just short of my pussy, I felt him shift his weight.

I was not expecting what happened next, but I felt a hot burning sensation hit my breast, then another one. The pain was intense, but short and for unexplainable reasons charged me sexually. This continued for several minutes, and covered my breast and stomach. I soon realized that what was dripping on me was the wax from the candles. The dampness from my previous orgasms was being replace with new juices, and again I was needing more.

I begged to be fucked, and with that the wax stopped, the bed shifted again and without warning I was penetrated with a warm, hard cock. He slammed into me hard, and deep and I gasped as it hit bottom. It felt so much bigger, and thicker than ever before and I felt completely filled. He worked his cock into me, getting a little deeper with each thrust and work that magnificent tool around in me causing me to cum multiple times in a very short time frame.

As he continued to fuck me I was amazed at how different this was for my husband to do something like this, and my god his cock had never felt so good. I had wave after wave of orgasm until I heard him grunt, tense up and then I felt his warm cum spill deep inside my womb.

I was so exhausted, and so completely satisfied I simply fell asleep. The last thing I remember was feeling him pull out of me, warm cum seeping out of my well fucked pussy and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

I woke suddenly as I heard the door to the apartment unlocked. I rolled over, realizing I was not bound by the ropes, and noticed my husband was not in bed. In fact it looked as if his side of the bed had not been slept in. My mind was racing as I jumped out of bed, and ran to the living room. The chair was not in the center of the room, and there was no indication of anything that was there earlier.

As the door opened my husband entered, and seeing me quickly apologized. "Sorry honey, I did not mean to be this late, I went out with Ron and just lost track of time." I was was speechless, had a I dreamed it? I stammered out, "that's ok, I was getting up to use the bathroom and just heard you unlock the door." 

I walked to the bathroom, very confused, wondering if I had dreamed the entire event. As I turned on the light, my attention went to the red rose wrapped in a silk rope sitting on the sink...



The Chair



Samantha knew how much she had tormented her Master that day and had revelled in the delight of seeing him seethe as she boldly disobeyed his every instruction. 

For her, this display of brazen non-compliance was as enjoyable as could be, knowing that he was becoming angrier with her each time she opened her mouth.

"You're going to bed early tonight miss and I want you to think about your behaviour" he told her as he was preparing her tea.

Unbeknown to him, Samantha had already made plans with her friends behind his back earlier in the day about going out that night and, in her determined and bolshie mind she was going to go.

"I'm going to the shop to buy some wine for the meal, I want you dressed ready for tea when I get back" he told her, and with that he slammed the front door behind him.

The sudden bang of the door sent a wave of excitement through Samantha. She knew how furious he was with her and she was enjoying every moment of his reaction.

She knew that every night she was to prepare herself for their evening meal; how he told her to wear one of the dresses he so often bought for her and which made her look so elegant for their meal together, but not tonight.

Samantha quickly ran up the stairs and into her dressing room, texting her friend as she opened the cupboards of the room. Grabbing the clothes she had planned to wear, she quickly got changed. Her hair and make up had already been prepared and, as she slipped the black silk dress up her body she smiled in the mirror at how good she looked and felt in herself.

She wanted to wear something that would get her attention, and, as she pushed her foot into the red designer heels he had bought her she knew that she would be getting some.

Samantha stood and looked at herself in the mirror for final approval and saw how hot she looked. 'He would never approve of this' she thought, as she turned to admire her perfect figure, the dress complimenting her body perfectly.

The dress was shorter than she would usually wear and showed off her tanned, bare legs that looked so toned and smooth.

A car beeped its horn outside and she hurried down the stairs, out through the front door, quickly getting into the car and laughing to her friend as they drove off to the city.

Meeting her friends at the club, the girls began ordering bottles of champagne and were drinking and dancing into the night. Samantha wasn't used to drinking so much, her usual drink would be pineapple juice but tonight she was determined to get drunk.

Stepping up onto the podium, Samantha felt incredibly wanted as she moved her hips and danced seductively for the audience of men admiring her. She felt so exhilarated by what she had done and intended to get as much attention as possible.

Looking down she saw a handsome man with a group of his friends who was watching her intently. Their eyes kept meeting as she turned her body dancing, her hands running down her sides as she looked at him, knowing that he desired her so much.

Knowing what effect she was having on him turned her on immensely and, stepping off the podium to get her drink from the bar, she knew his eyes were still on her.

Sipping her drink she felt the touch of a hand on her back and she turned to see the handsome man standing behind her. He introduced himself and leaned forward to whisper into her ear and told her how stunning she looked.

Samantha's heart was pounding as he leaned in close to her, talking to her about the club, but all she could hear was his deep voice and the music as the alcohol of the champagne began taking over her body. 

The next thing she knew he was taking her hand and leading her up the stairs to the next floor, along a corridor lined with Middle Eastern antiquities and into a private room, designed with red velvet wallpaper with Egyptian-style soft furnishings to match.

Closing the door behind him he approached her and moved in to kiss her passionately. Their tongues met and he grabbed the back of her hair, turning her head to the side as his hand moved to her breast. 

Samantha's head was spinning but felt instantly aroused by his touch and responded by groaning and holding the back of his head, responding to his advances.

He pushed her against the wall and pulled the straps of her dress down off her shoulders, moving his hands inside her bra and brushing his fingers along her nipples. She was breathing heavily now and could feel herself getting wet, she was so drunk but had lost herself to his touch and, as he bent down and began sucking her nipple she knew all she wanted was him.

As he sucked and licked her nipples she could feel his hand move up the front of her dress and she buckled her legs as her found her knickers, soaking wet from her sudden excitement.

Her mind was racing as she felt her knickers being pulled to the side and his finger gliding over her clit.

'Oh God' she cried out and held the back of his head as he began massaging her clit, his mouth sucking on her breast, taking so much of it inside his eager mouth.

Her legs went weak and she closed her eyes as she felt herself starting to cum. She pulled on his hair as his finger continued to work her clit and moaned out loud as her climax shuddered through her body, her hips rotating against his finger.

She hadn't noticed him drop his trousers and free his erect cock as she was being fingered. He took his hand away from her pussy and pushed his finger into her mouth. Samantha eagerly sucked it, tasting herself on his finger as he pushed it inside her mouth.

Then she felt the bare skin of his thighs against her own and she whimpered "No" under her breath as she felt his cock being pressed against her.

He wrapped his strong arms around her and lifted her up against the wall, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as she felt him pull her knickers to the side and enter her with one swift movement.

Samantha cried out and held on tight to his neck as he fucked her hard against the wall, his stiff cock driving deeper inside her with each thrust.

Her nails were digging into his back as he fucked her like a piston, she could feel her pussy grip his length as she started to cum again, the intense sensation of being pressed against the wall and fucked so hard being too much to bear.

He started fucking her harder, harder, until he let out a deep moan and pushed himself deep inside her as he filled her with his cum, kissing her passionately and lowering her to the floor.

The rest of the night was a haze for Samantha. She could remember going back downstairs and meeting her friends, dancing and being kissed by several men as they jostled for her attention, all the time drinking more and losing more of her inhibitions and control.

In the car back to her house all she could think of was her Master. She knew that she had stepped over the line with him and that he would be furious with her when she got back. She tried to imagine what she would say to him, the excuses for her behaviour and that she had just been for a night out with her friends but she knew she was in trouble, serious trouble.

Pushing her key into the door she took a deep breath and remembered the excuses and reasons she had gone over with inside her head. Opening the living room door she staggered in and saw him standing in the dim light of the room.

He was still dressed in his suit, and, as her eyes caught his, she saw his glare and her heart dropped immediately.

"I..." she began

"Don't" he said sternly "don't you even think about opening your mouth unless I tell you to."

Samantha hadn't expected this; she thought she could talk her way out of her predicament, but not tonight.

She looked down at his feet and caught sight of him taking off his leather belt.

Her heart began beating fast and she realised that she was unable do anything to stop him

He wrapped the belt around his large hand and walked toward her.

She stumbled backward but, grabbing her arm, he pulled her toward him.

Unzipping the back of her dress he pulled it down off her body

"You go out dressing like a slut?" he said

"Now get your hands on the wall" he commanded

"No, I..."

"GET YOUR HANDS ON THAT WALL" he shouted and pulled her toward it.

Samantha pressed the palms of her hands against the wall and felt him unclip her bra and pull her knickers down over her smooth legs

"Now spread your legs" he ordered

Samantha stepped her legs apart, still wearing the red high heels that had drawn so much attention in the club.

"Stick your arse out" he said

And, no sooner had she done so did she feel the soft leather belt strike the cheeks of her arse

"Aghh" she moaned from the sudden, stinging pain, but this wasn't going to stop him

Again and again he spanked her with his belt, the crack of the leather sounding around the large room.

"Don't you dare move your hands" he reminded her as he struck her again, the sensation each time sending a wave of excitement to her pussy

He stood behind her and roughly pushed his finger up inside her pussy "This is wet you fucking slut" he whispered into her ear.

"Have you had someone's cock inside here tonight?" he asked as he pushed another finger inside her now soaking pussy.

"No, no, I...Ooooh" Samantha let out a deep moan as he pushed his two fingers deep inside her.

"I think you have you little slut, I think all you want is your pussy to cum, don't you, yearning for someone to fuck you with their hard cock" he whispered as he worked his fingers inside her.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson" he said as he withdrew his fingers from her and walked across the room.

"Don't you dare move" he reminded her as she stood there, palms against the wall.

He came back to her and fastened a leather collar around he neck attached to a chain

"Come with me" he said, pulling on the chain so she had no option but to follow him as he walked out of the room.

Inside the next room was a chair in the centre of the floor, a large, red, custom built, leather padded chair that had leather straps fixed to the arms, legs and back.

"Sit down" he told her as he pulled her chain towards the chair. 

As she did he went around the chair, fastening her arms to the leather straps and her feet likewise to the legs of the chair, spreading them quite wide, making her feel exposed.

"Now" he said as he reached under the seat and unclipped a fastening.

Samantha suddenly felt a section of the seat being removed from under her arse and the rush of air to her bare skin.

She was still sat comfortably on the seat but could feel that her arse, and pussy were left with nothing under them.

"Lets see how much you like to cum" he said as he reached under her seat and smeared something cold and wet all over her arsehole and pussy, making her gasp with shock.

He disappeared behind her, away from her view and she heard something click and begin to buzz under the chair

Her heart was beating fast at the prospect of what was to come and she could hear something stirring beneath her.

Suddenly she felt something smooth being pressed against her pussy, she tried to move but her legs were strapped in and she was unable to.

Slowly it kept rising up and pressing against her, harder and harder until it passed the folds of her pussy and began to enter her.

"Ooohh what is it?" she asked as it kept rising up, moving deeper inside her until she could feel it filling her pussy.

Then it began sliding back down, almost out of her pussy before rising up again, faster than before.

"Ooohhh" Samantha moaned, as the smooth object began picking up pace, moving up and down, deep inside her pussy.

She could feel how wet she was as it started to fuck her, unable to move against her restraints and then suddenly, she felt something smooth glide over her clit.

"Oooohhh....My...God..." she cried out as it began to vibrate and press against her, the other object now fucking her deep.

"Ooohh....God....I'm going to cum" she cried out and then suddenly felt a smooth object press against her arsehole.

"Ooohh..please..no" she moaned as it slid easily inside her lubricated hole and began fucking her in unison with the object in her pussy.

"Oooohhhh.....fuck...." Samantha moaned as a huge climax shook through her body, her clit buzzing from the object being pressed against it.

"Ooohhh....fuck....make it stop..." she called out as the tempo was increased and the two objects fucked her deep, one sliding in and out of her arse and the other, her soaking wet pussy.

"How do you like being fucked you little slut" said her Master as he stood to the side of her and pulled on her nipple.

"You like that, don't you slut?" He said, as he began gently striking her breasts with his belt.

"Oooohhh....fuck....yes" moaned Samantha, as she felt another climax taking over her body, the sensation overcoming her.

"Please...." she moaned, "make it stop", as the objects continued to fuck her relentlessly, going deeper inside her.

"Open your mouth" He commanded, and, as she did so he grabbed her hair and leaned in to push his cock into her mouth.

"Suck it you filthy slut" he said, as he started to fuck her mouth with his hard cock, pushing it deep into her and making her gag.

"Don't you dare waste my cum, you understand slut?" he said as he fucked her mouth faster, Samantha's lips clasping around his shaft and sucking him as hard as she could until she felt his cock swell and fill her mouth with cum.

"You keep sucking that cock" he said, as she was forced to swallow his load and keep him inside her mouth.

"Good, good, that's better Samantha" he said as he switched the machine off. The objects slowly sliding out of her spent pussy and arse.

He walked around the chair, unbuckling the restraints as she sat, still breathing heavily from the experience she had just endured.

"Now get to bed young lady" he said "I haven't finished with you yet."



The Chair



1. Enter

The instructions had been precise. No bra, no panties, a short dress, and high heels. 

Driving to the location had been a test of courage. Submit to a man as yet unknown to her? Give herself to a stranger willingly and fully? Follow all instructions explicitly and without hesitation? Her heart pounded louder and louder in her chest the closer she got to her destination. The knot in her belly grew tighter with every passing mile. 

She went around the block several times before she finally parked in the driveway and got out of her car. Her legs felt like jelly--every step was an effort. All her senses were at peak readiness. Her overactive intuition screamed at her about her folly. 

An envelope with a note on the door? 

"The envelope contains a blindfold. You must put the blindfold on before you ring the doorbell. You may not speak unless a question is posed to you. You will be disrobed, bound, gagged, and paddled as soon as you enter. You may not leave until instructed to do so. Do not make the mistake of ringing the doorbell without following the instructions in this note." 

She read the note several times before she willed herself to open the envelope. 

She donned the blindfold. 

Her shaking hand reached for the doorbell......... 

2. The Chair

"Take off your clothes. Do it quickly." 

She hesitated only slightly as she started to remove her few articles of clothing. Her excited breathing drew in quick and shallow volumes of potpourri-scented air. Her clothes fell to the floor, one by one, in a puddle of lost modesty around her feet. 

"Walk forward three paces. There you will feel a leather chair." 

She moved carefully and deliberately ever mindful of her nudity and her shaking bare breasts. 

"Kneel at the edge of the chair, put your arms over the chair back, spread your legs wide." 

She did as she was told and was surprised to feel male hands roughly secure wrist restraints to each wrist. She felt as her arms were pulled forward and obviously tethered along the back of the chair. 

She heard movement behind her. From this vantage point, he could see her pink femininity, already moist with her excitement. She could smell her scent and, she had no doubt, he could as well. 

"Spread your legs wider." 

She did as she was instructed and felt herself being restrained at the ankles with efficient speed. 

She was his! 

3. The Preparation

Silence. 

He had left her, blindfolded, restrained at the wrists and ankles, her legs spread obscenely wide.

Had anybody looked they would see a woman in the most vulnerable position possible for her gender. She was bent over in such a way that her head was much lower than her ample ass. This position offered her captor complete and unhindered access to her holes if he wished. 

She tested her bindings, first at her wrists then at her ankles. She was helpless! Neither of her limbs could move as much as an inch in any direction. Struggling would be impossible. At this point, her only option would be to allow herself to be used as he wanted. 

She heard a muffled footfall on the carpeted floor. He was back! 

"You'll find that your bindings are impossible to escape but test them if you must." 

She heard him walk behind her to her widespread rump. She felt him place an item on her back. 

"What you feel on your back is a strap. This particular strap has a name; you'll refer to it as Trapper. You'll receive Trapper on your ass and back 10 times, six on your ass and four on your back. This will begin your submission to me." 

She felt him take the strap from her back and heard him move to her left side. She waited with dread for several minutes yet nothing happened although she could feel his presence next to her. She started to panic and wonder if she'd made an error in coming to this place. 

She heard a swoosh! 

4. Reflection



The drop of sweat felt strangely cool on her swollen nipple. 

She had tracked its slow progress from the small of her back to the area below her shoulders. It had joined with other droplets of her moisture until it ran freely from her back to her rib cage, then to the underside of her pendulous tit, to where it hung now. She could feel it move from one side of her nipple to the other with every gasp of air she took. 

She had been unprepared for the strapping she'd received—somehow she wasn't aware that it would sting so much. And yet, she felt a sense of release from the sting on her ass and back. It became a slow burn that seemed to radiate from her strap marks down to the wetness between her legs. She felt a sort of completeness in accepting the strapping for this man, her unseen captor, her torturer, and the man to whom she had given herself fully. 

He had used the strap on her, Trapper, 10 times as he said he would, six on her ass and four on her back. Each time he strapped her he waited for the full effect of the strike to register on her brain, peak, and ebb. 

Strike. Burn. Wait for the next one. 

To her panicked mind it seemed like a bizarre dance in a count of three. The whole strapping took only five minutes but it seemed longer. 

She thought it ironic that she should be the one taking a strapping. Her counterparts at work, those that always seemed to need for her to resolve their little problems, would find it difficult to believe she could submit so fully. Wasn't she the one that always seemed in control? But yet, she was here, bent over a chair and bound, her most private parts clearly in display, being strapped. 

She wondered why she wanted this (Did she really want this?) and why she would submit to such a perversity. Was she demented and strange? Was she somehow defective? 

No. She admitted to herself that the truth was even more chilling: She wanted to do it for him! She wanted to please him and have his approval! She wanted to have his marks on her ass and back. She wanted for him to determine how she should express her sexuality and how she should receive her gratification. She wanted to belong to him, a stranger! 

A noise! He was returning! 

"Now, my little pet, you should meet Brutus, my flogger." 

5. The Taking

Her body, ablaze with the effects from Trapper and Brutus, was alive with need. Never had her tender skin been so ready for touch, or her tits more ready to be suckled, and her cunt more ready for his cock. It seemed as though every nerve ending had conspired to meet at the center of her being, her womanhood, and was screaming for his attention. 

"You've done well, pet, you've taken your strapping and flogging for me. Now, you will be given your reward, a reward of hot and sticky cum. Would you like that?" 

She could only nod her head, dumbly, in a jerky assent to his question. Her mind seemed unable to forget the delicious burn that now enveloped her and controlled her. 

She heard him unzip his trousers. She listened through her panting as he slowly disrobed and carefully folded his clothes. His studied slowness ignited her; she wanted his cock in her NOW! Already, her cunt was lubricating so profusely that she could feel her wetness running down her thighs! 

She let out a yelp of surprise as her head was lifted up roughly, by her hair, and a cock was shoved deep into her throat! The forced introduction of his cock into her mouth left her unable to breathe and gagging. It seemed as though he wanted to choke her with his cock, to control her every breath with his venous intruder. With every stroke she could simultaneously smell his pubic hair and feel the head of his cock rubbing against her tight throat. In short order she could feel his cock swelling to its full size and blocking her breathing passage. She was starting to feel faint from the frequent interruption of her breathing when he stopped suddenly. 

"Now, little slut, the time has come to consummate our relationship. It's time for you to give me your hole, willingly and fully. If that is what you want, you must tell me so. You may speak, little pet." 

The words in her response, uncoached and unprepared, spilled out of her mouth in a hiss. She was surprised to hear herself say, "Yes, Master, please have my hole." 

She heard him step behind her and felt him spread her with his rough hands. She fleetingly felt his cock rub up against her inner thigh, a trail of precum left in its path. She felt his cock head poke around blindly, searching for her hole. Once, she felt an electric shock as his cock head rubbed up accidentally against her little button. She felt as He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it slowly up and down her sensitive lips, splitting them slightly and once touching her hole, as he smeared her goo on his glans. 

She reflexively arched her back as she felt an unexpected pressure on her tight anus. He was trying to push his cock into her ass! 

"Now, my slut, you'll learn what it means to give yourself to me!"



The Chair



The house was quiet, noises muffled and peaceful in the evening air, and Cass was lying against the arm of the couch, book in hand. It was warm inside, although she could hear the rain pattering softly against the roof. The pillows here smelled like Eliot. No matter how much time she spent in his house, the dominant smell was always his, and as she inhaled deeply and smiled, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Her eyes were on the book, but her attention was on the other side of the room. She didn't have to look to know exactly what Eliot looked like sitting in the chair by the unlit fireplace. She had memorized the image when she had finished tying the knots.

Up against the legs of the chair, his bare legs were pressed tightly, the thick rope digging into his shins. His wrists were in the grip of the handcuffs, slid through the rungs on the back of the chair. The angle must be straining his shoulders, but he didn't complain. That may have been because of the gag stuffed between his lips. 

It had been almost an hour since she had tied him up, and Cass checked her watch lazily before standing up and turning over to him. Eliot was still hard, probably from the numerous times she had passed by during that hour to give him a tantalizing lick or squeeze. She wasn't letting him cum, not yet, but he wasn't going to walk this off either.

At the sight of his erect dick, Cass licked her lips. His balls were pressed uncomfortably against the chair, and he squirmed a little under her gaze. She crossed the room to him, running her gloved hand against his thigh. 

"You've been very patient," she said, and he growled at her. She laughed. "Do you want me to take the gag off?" 

It seemed to take Eliot a minute to realize that this wasn't rhetorical, but he nodded. 

"Are you going to be polite?" 

He hesitated for a moment, and then nodded again. Cass leaned forward, letting her breasts brush against his arm, and took his earlobe between her teeth for a brief nibble before she slipped the gag off. 

"Water?" she asked.

"Yes please." Eliot was whispering, and he leaned forward to suck eagerly at the offered bottle head when she held it out. She smiled indulgently and let him drink his fill before she replaced it on the table. 

"Now," she said. "What are we going to do about this?" She directed her attention to his dick, still hard and at attention. Eliot swallowed hard. "Why don't you tell me what you want me to do?" 

He licked his lips, swiping up a lingering droplet of water. Cass repressed a shiver, trying to look still in control as his movement sent heat through her body. 

"Please," he said, his voice meek. "Suck my dick." 

Cass let out a breath of air at his words and dropped to her knees far too eagerly in front of him. "I thought you'd never ask," she hissed, sliding her hand over his legs. She bent her head over his lap, wrapping her lips over the tip of his penis, and was gratified by the loud moan she elicited. She took him farther into her mouth, curling her tongue around his shaft as she moved up and down. The salty taste of precum coated the back of her throat, and she let her green eyes flicker upwards to capture the ecstasy on his face. 

When she felt his body shuddering underneath her hands, she pulled off of him. Eliot groaned with disappointment, but Cass stood up, putting her palm on his broad chest to hold him back. 

"Say please." 

"Please." He didn't hesitate, and his blue eyes were filled with desire and pleading. She felt herself growing wetter and her fingers fumbled on the fly of her jeans. 

Cass straddled his lap, bracing her feet against the floor and her hands against his shoulder, holding herself up on him. She twisted her hips and lowered herself, slow and controlled, onto him. Eliot let out another groan as she enveloped him, and she echoed it with one of her own, riding him faster.

"Not yet," she warned him, and he settled without having to ask what she meant. Experimentally, she tightened her muscles around him and he growled back at her. She laughed. "You like that?" she asked, leaning forward to lick his neck. 

She didn't see Eliot's grin until it was too late, and he thrust upwards, making her scream and grab on tighter to his arm to steady herself. 

"You like that?" he echoed, and she laughed quietly. It came out first as a giggle and then as a groan, as the pleasure shot through her again, clouding her vision. 

Eliot held on a little longer, just until he had her screaming and orgasming in his lap, then he followed her quickly with a moan of delight. He thrust upwards as he came, and she felt herself hit the peak once again, rocking and unbalanced. 

As she came down, she leaned against him, draping her arms across his shoulders. Eliot lowered his head onto her neck, nuzzling her affectionately. 

"You still have that key?" He asked after a minute. 

" 'S in my bra," Cass replied. "Which was hot, but kind of a bad idea, it keeps poking me." She stood up and pulled it out, letting him go. "Couldn't you have gotten out of this on your own?" she teased as she unlocked the cuffs.

"Do you want me to dislocate my thumb?" 

"Not particularly, no." 

Legs untied, Eliot stood up, shaking off the cramps, and took a step closer towards her. His bare feet were touching her boots now, so close that she felt his breath on her cheek. "Next time," he whispered. "You're in the chair."



The Chair



I'm going to bathe you and wash you for an hour in a huge bath, soaping your breasts and massaging your shoulders. I'll kiss your neck, your ears, biting and nibbling, listening to your responses, rewarding you and teasing you as I see fit. Then I will let you dress in the clothes I have bought for you. Black, classic lingerie; basque, seamed stockings.

When you are dressed I will come through. I am wearing a suit. I take you to a chair. You sit. I take some restraints, fasten you down, blindfold you. I hold a glass of rich red wine to your lips and you drink. Drips of wine travel slowly down your beautiful neck and onto your breasts where I bend my head and lick them away.

I take a long swig then I put the glass aside.

I take a pair of scissors. I have been keeping them in the fridge and as the cold steel touches you, you gasp, unsure. With precision, I begin to cut slowly away your dress. After an age it is free and I pull it from you. Pulling the restraints, I separate your legs, making your panties fully visible. I lean down and kiss you upon your pussy, just once, but I am sure to pull the tingling flesh through the silk before letting it go. I can smell you; the musky feminine scent makes me so erect it is almost painful within my clothes.

You pull against the grips, but I make just them tighter. Your legs are parted fully now, the sheer material so tight upon your lips that I can see them in relief, the pubic hair hinted at but not visible below the shimmering black.

Unable to wait, I unfasten my fly and take out my cock. I squeeze it hard to enjoy the size. I'm highly aroused and in my hands it feels incredibly hard. Flushed with blood, it is almost wine red. The veins that snake along its length pound to my heartbeat. I grab your head firmly by your hair and feed my cock to your lips. You kiss it, but you are hungry and you take it in immediately. But I pull back. Slowly now; I am using you; I will dictate the pace. You have had me as you wished, now it is my turn.

You offer your tongue and I lean forward. Immediately I am frustrated by my clothes and I pull back, causing you to snap your neck back in frustration. Wait. I pull my clothes off. Placing my feet onto the sides of the chair I climb up over you. My cock brushes against your cheek and you try to garb it with your mouth, but it is not time for that. Instead, I offer you my balls.

Lick me.

You begin to let your tongue wander crazily around my genitals, snaking around the base of my shaft, following the line on my scrotum back and forth towards my arse where it plays. I groan. The feeling is exquisite. It is only a minute, but it is building too much and my cock needs your mouth so badly. I pull back and grab your hair. Your willing lips part and I firmly slip my now throbbing penis into your mouth, deep. I nearly explode, but you are too canny for that and, even though I've done everything I can to ensure that you are not in control, you begin to milk me and I lose control. You are too good. You take me deep and my legs have to fight not to buckle. I have to see your eyes, so I tear the blindfold away and we lock eyes, you stopping briefly, playful defiance unmistakable in your widened eyes. And then you throw your head forward, sucking me so hard I am struggling to hold onto the chair. I am so loud I just know we can be heard in the street outside but I can't stop myself and as you lick my bell in a frenzy I come.

My orgasm seemed to go on longer than a man has a decent right to expect. I jerk endlessly into your willing mouth, arched animalisticaly over you, my statue nakedness all the more evident as my pale flesh contrasts with the darkness of your basque and stockings and the red curtains behind you. 

As you drink me dry, I lose track of everything, caught in the moment with no aim but to empty myself into you with each involuntary jerk of my hips. I feel held there even after I stop. You may be bound, but you are totally in control of me and only when you pull back do I feel the gravity. 

The nerve of you.

Faint, I step down and stagger backwards. You are smiling, of course. You know what you can do and do most certainly so well and, well, frankly, it irks me. I need to hit back, spin you on your axis the way you just did to me. 

Well, you are still bound. 

Composing myself, I pick up the blindfold. I must cut you off again from the visual; I need you to feel weak, as weak as you made me feel. 

You go to talk, but I won't have it. Even as you tease me, I am grabbing a red scarf. I cut you off mid-sentence as I move behind you. And I tie it tight; I retaliate. 

I move to the front and I look at you.

Your black panties are on full display. The legs are half splayed; but it is not enough, it is not enough at all. I start to undo your legs and you, thinking I am releasing you and submitting, begin to flex. But I am quick and in a slick movement I pull the cords tight in a new position, your knees and thighs suddenly high above you, your delicious pussy and ass forward, at the edge of the seat; ready; where I want them.

I pick up the scissors.

They are still cold, so I dangle them by their handles, letting the sharp blades trace across your wetness, bouncing across your folds with delicious bumps. Through the gag, you moan. It is oddly fearful. 

I take it as a yes. 

I kneel down close to your panties and sniff you. You are so pungent and natural; a unique heady smell that enters through my nostrils then goes mad in my endocrine system like a poltergeist. I'm now even hornier than I was before. Even now you seem to take control. 

How do you do that?

I put the scissors to one side and begin to lick you through the material. It is slick with your arousal. I catch my breath; it's like a drug. Soon I am lapping at your pussy as if I was dying of thirst, my tongue so far out it aches, flicking over your clitoris. But I can't stop. Each time I lap at you, you moan defiantly back at me, satisfied, losing yourself in my rhythms. So I stop and you trail away angrily, desperate to home in on your impending climax. Well, we can't have that, can we?

I pull back from your panties and look at you.

You are pinned in place and the juice has flowed out from you, leaving both the seat and my face in a sheen. Your aroma is everywhere! It is driving me mad to mount you, but no, I'm holding back. I have other ideas. 

I take the scissors and, aggressively, I cut the straps of your panties. Two hundred dollars of lingerie flop aside, leaving your lush pussy point blank in my eye line. I take the cold steel, pushing the cold handle along your crack until I feel it yield in your sopping hole. You take a deep breath, unsure of how the tool is orientated. You don't mistrust me for a second; you know I am playing with you. I push the cold circle of metal into you and the moist lips take it willing and then pour out more juice. 

This is too much for me. I yank out the scissors and bury my head hard into you, the wetness slapping around me as I writhe at you with a purpose. I'm not even thinking now. I drink from you in wild movements, each flick of my tongue making you buck and tense against the restraints. I had wanted to tease you, but I'm past that. I listen to you building, the wonderful panic of your impending orgasm willing me on as I dig my tongue as far into you as I can before chasing the juices as they flow down to your ass. I drink your juice from your anus and your thighs, darting in and out of every crack and fissure of your intimate self as I can reach. It coats me like a varnish. The taste of you is everywhere as I push my fingers far into you. Building a rhythm, I begin pounding you with my hand. 

I slip my thumb up and then into your ass. As it pushes past the muscles you squeal and shake. 

I'm sucking hard at your clitoris now and you, well, you have forgotten our contest. Just as I have.

You come in a blur of jerks, one after the other, as if you were on an electric chair. After what seems an age, you subside. I am feeling a certain amount of satisfaction. I take my hands away.

I win

For now.



The Chair



I knew when I saw the chair in the resale shop I had to have it. Overlarge, sturdy, padded with faded maroon velvet. It was a Edwardian "ladies lounger", wide enough and reclined slightly so one could read or lay back and sleep while still not 'laying down' as that would be too shocking. The wide padded arms were also perfect. I placed it in my room at home, 'to read on' I said. If only she knew.

Elinda came as arranged, punctual as always. I led her inside, pleased with how she had chosen to dress. The dark navy dress suited her coloring so well. To let her know what this time would be I wordlessly held out her collar. She cast her eyes down immediately, seemed to become smaller by effort of will alone.

"Dress off" I said simply, standing back to watch.

She reached behind her neck, snapping and unzipping the dress. I watched as it slid off, puddled at her feet. She now had only the ruby merry widow, stockings and shoes on. Her thong was the same wine color, but as she knew too, Elinda slipped that off as well, handing them to me. I pocketed them. She reached out and placed the collar she had chosen on her neck, "slut" in silver on the front of the leather. I attached her leash, tugging once to have her kneel. I knew how much this submission thrilled her. To all others she was cool collected. 

A smart, assertive person she had risen fast in her job, respected by all and a little feared by some. Here, with me, that mantle fell off. Here she was simply a pet, my plaything. No thoughts of how to control the situation, what to do or say. With me is her collar she existed to serve me alone. Trusting me I knew her limits, even if sometimes she did not. I pushed her, teaching her about own body, mine. I teased her, pleasured her, took pleasure in using her body and mind.

I led Elinda to the room with the chair in it. She had not seen it yet. Leash still in hand I walked her around it, saw her fingers glide over the dark wood and fabric. I sat her down in the chair, spreading her legs far. Scooting her ass forward I tied her ankles to the arms, lifting her ass up some, affording complete access to her now wet cunt and asshole. The lips had started to spread open for me already, her desire building. Laying her arms around the chair arms, I tied her hands also, near her ankles, trussing her immobile. She could not move like this, but no stress was placed on her.

I could leave her like this all day if I wanted too. I then slipped a black satin sleep mask over her eyes, cutting her one sense off. I then reached for the large headphones I had gotten just for this. The overlarge padded earpieces cut off her hearing, only allowing the sounds I gave her to come through. I leaned in then, kissing her lips lightly, felt her tongue stretch out for me. I pulled back, tracing her mouth with my own tongue, teasing. I breathed on her cheeks to tickle, going back to deep open kisses with no warning, alternating this to confuse her, keep her mind off balance. Having tried this alone I knew that after about 10 minutes of being cut off like this time would start to shatter, after a while an hour was the same as a minute, and vice versa. I then stepped out of the room, but one last item was put on her, a leather strap that held a cock gag, filling her mouth as she now furiously breathed thru her nose, deep, hard, as I saw her cheeks flush with excitement. I poured a drink, sipping the cool gin as I waited for her be ready.

After 30 minutes alone, I went back to Elinda, saw that she had been squirming against her bonds but had not broken thru. She had no idea if I was in the room, if I had even left. I took one of the ice cubes and traced her nipples, saw her jump at the cool touch, nipple stiffen immediately. I then tool a sip of the gin, slipping her gag off I kissed her before she could speak, the liquor spilling into her mouth as she opened. I placed the gag back in then. I stood in front of her, undressing with her unable to see me, hear me. I reached down, my cock already hard, pulling the skin back and forth, cupping my balls with the other hand, stroking soft. I then stepped up to the chair, straddling her face. 

I let her feel my cock as I ran it over her cheeks, down her nose, felt her smell deep, inhaling me as I passed. She struggled more, wanting me, wanting to feel me touch her. I looked down at her legs. She had started to leave a stain on the velvet, a dark spreading wetness like her blood flowing out, the clear honey glistening on her open labia, her clit now erect, poking from it's hood. I reached over and started the tape I had made for her to listen too. She had no idea but I had been taping her as she called me to get me off by phone, taped her voice when we had been together in this room. Our voices filled her ears now, reverberating in her head as I stroked her cunt lips, saw her hips try and buck upwards for more pressure, my hands straying to her thighs, nails running along the legs to her knees, scratching her but not satisfying her itch. I heard her breathing increase, I could just make out her jaw working as she sucked the rubber cock in her mouth. 

I knelt in front of her, smelling her wetness, her need. I licked her, once...then once more. I dipped in farther each time, tasting her. Placing my mouth over her I sucked in her lips, clit at once, felt her shake as she came for me. I kept the pressure up, sucking harder, felt more ripples as she came again, then again. I backed off then, going to the drawer I kept her things in. I had purchased a small anal plug, the end tapered to retain inside her once she stretched out. I drew the lube out also, coating my fingers, stroking her ass. The fingers slid in with no resistance. 

I push more and more lube into her now dilating ass, replacing my fingers with the plug. As it widened I felt her cunt juices flowing freely over my hand as she opened more and more, the cone filling her as it reached its peak, the muscle closing to hold it as it finally bottomed out. Now that her ass was full I placed a flesh colored, detailed vibrator in her cunt, completing the circle. The shaft of this monster was enormous, the length 10". Combined with the anal plug I knew that she could feel both holes pressing against each other.

I slipped the small waist chain behind her back, securing it to the ring on the end of the dildo, holding it in place in her cunt no without my holding it. As I switched it on Elinda heaved again, plainly coming once more. Now full in her mouth, ass and cunt, listening to us have sex again and again I stepped back to watch. She seemed to slip into a seizure like state, shaking, moaning around the gag, squirming as if on fire. I watched as she finally collapsed back into the chair, only the telltale muscle actions in her legs letting me know she was still cumming.

I reached down, turning the vibrator off after 5 minutes of this, leaving then in her, also turning the sounds off in her ears. This left her full but again unable to place herself in space or time. With no outside stimulation she existed only in the moment. After another 30 minutes I slid the now sticky dildo out, leaving the anal plug in. grabbing the chair arms and hers I let her know I was still there, leaning my head down, mouth inches from her clit. I slowly let the spit dribble down to hit her clit, coating it. I then took the small leather paddle out, holding it under her nose, sniffing the leather. I started to tap her clit, not hard, but enough that she felt each blow. 

I went slowly, unhurried but rhythmic. I counted the blows in my head, at twelve I saw her cum again. We played like this all day, hour after hour. I alternated the vibrator and the paddle, occasionally leaning in and fucking her violently with my cock for a minute or so, never long enough for me to cum. I could no longer tell when Elinda came anymore, I think at this point she was beyond orgasm, her feeling having melted into one fugue state of pleasure, pain. I stroked my cock, cumming on her face, tits, neck. By the evening she was coated in semen, my cock raw from the friction of my hand. I lost count of how many times I came, the orgasms and liquor now a haze. 

When I slipped the mask and headphones off she kept her eyes closed at first, watching then as I untied her, slipped the plug out of her ass so slowly. We said nothing still, her kisses hot on my face as she covered my face, hugging me as tears spilled down her cheeks. She sucked on me finally; now at last able to do the one thing that pleased her most. I could not believe it possible but as I slid into her throat, her hands pulling my ass up off the floor to get me deep, I shot one final load. She gagged and coughed, never pulling back as I shot straight down her gullet, lips nursing the final drops from me. Standing then over me as I lay on the floor she unsnapped her collar, dropping it by my side. 

She dressed, still silent, only as she finished she knelt down, lips on my ear " I love you,..Thank you sir", the kiss on my ear hot, wet as I fell asleep naked, spent, wondering what the next week would find for us.



The Chair



Every time I'd been to the house I'd seen the chair.

Images of the chair occupied my mind. Wanted to get her on the chair! Next time!

Next time came! We were in the kitchen chatting after our walk, coffee cooling, She was leaning back against the counter, me standing at her side. I could feel the heat of her body, I get a familiar feeling, groin tingles! I turn to her, lean in and kiss her on the mouth, she responds! Push in against her, my hands on her waist pulling her against me, grind my pelvis against hers, cock already thickening!

Suddenly I'm in a rush, hands move round and unfasten her jeans, push the zip down, I sink to my knees pulling her jeans and panties with me, press my face between her thighs as I drag her clothes over her ankles allowing her legs to part, I breathe her scent in, the smell of her pussy, she grabs my head and pulls my nose into her, my hands slide up her legs, the backs of her knees and thighs, grasp the cheeks of her bum, squeeze them! 

She holds me in place, I lick up, between her lips, up to her clitoris, tease its hood and gently, slowly flick backwards and forwards. She is so highly charged, so responsive that almost immediately she begins to quiver, her thighs, knees, tummy, her hands start to grasp my hair. I suck her cliteris into my mouth, hold it between my lips and alternately flick it with my tongue and suck it. The sensations build quickly within her and an orgasm begins to flood through her, she starts to gasp and moan, her legs shudder, her knees start to collapse, I push her against the worktop, holding her up using my head and hands as she becomes totally consumed by the waves crashing through her. 

Her grip relaxes, I stand, still supporting her as she recovers. Still standing close I take her weight and lift, she wraps her legs around my hips, I carry her into the next room. Towards the chair!

Stopping with my back to the chair I ease her legs down until she stands, I pull her top over her head leaving her in just her bra. Still standing against her I remove my own top while she unfastens my trousers and pushes them and my boxers down, I push them off with my feet. I'm naked! 

I turn her around, her back to me! I sit and pull her with me, seeing what I want she straddles me, reaches back between her thighs and grabs my cock. She guides it to her entrance and, with a sigh, eases it into her body. Slowly sinking as she looks down, watching as my flesh disappears into her until she finally settles onto my lap! As she pauses and savours the feeling I unclip her bra and ease it off her shoulders, pulling her back against me I stroke her thighs, her tummy, her breasts, tease her nipples, sides of her breasts, back down to her thighs and repeat the movement, constantly stroking. 

I start to flex my buttocks, my cock starts to move inside her, not much but enough! Her head flops forward then back onto my shoulder. I continue flexing, flexing, flexing, sometimes both cheeks sometimes just one, just a little variation, but still enough, she grips my forearms, squeezing, starts to groan, head rocks from side to side, suddenly she tenses, feet push against the floor, she cries out, just once, then flops against me! We stay like that for minutes, she still impaled, breathing hard, head back resting on my shoulder, me enjoying the weight of her body on mine, my eyes closed, the nerves in my cock feeling the tight wet muscles of her pussy still pulsing from her orgasm!

Then I wanted more!

I push my arms under her buttocks, take her weight, lift her and stand at the same time, her body tensed for a second, pussy gripped me, hands grasping my arms, I stop, whisper reassurance in her ear. Cock still inside her I turn us both to face the chair I lower her legs so that she can stand, immediately I start to sink to my knees pulling her with me, 'kneel' I whisper, we both kneel, me behind her, hips pressed against the heat of her buttocks, both facing the chair, I gently push her upper body forward until she is face down on the seat of the chair, bent forward. 

I withdraw, she whimpers and tries to grab me. I bend forward and lick her buttocks, first one then the other, she relaxes and takes hold of the seat back, waiting. Taking a buttock in each hand I tease them apart, expose her swollen pussy and anus, my face between her cheeks, once again inhale her scent, lick her pussy, push my nose into her arse, suck her juices into my mouth, flick her clit, lick up, across her pussy lips to her anus, around this other entrance, bore in, suck her, can feel her pushing against me, suck harder then release! 

My right hand strokes across her buttock, I watched it move, slowly caress down her thigh to the back of the knee, back up, thumb connects with that burning core, rubs against her clit, teasing, very gently rubs back and forth, barely touching. Her breathing increases, eyes close, her head turns and she pushes her forehead into the chair. I continue stroking, same pressure, same speed, she starts a low humming, deep in her throat, hands start a rhythmic grasping on the seat back uprights. I keep going, same pressure, same speed, I watch her start to twitch, a quiver that spreads through her body, my cock seems to swell in response, responding to its own need. The quiver stops as she tenses hard, the hum becomes a long drawn out groan and in a rush she cums flooding my hand!

Without pause I shuffle forward and, taking my flushed cock, it's head as engorged with blood as I'd ever seen it, I guide it to her pussy, stroke it up and down her labia, her juices lubricate me, seeming of its own accord my cock head pushes in, she pushes back, wanting me, demanding me! I slide in, in one smooth movement she swallows me, all the way until my hips touch her bottom, after a seconds pause I pull back, all the way until I can just see the head, and back in, smoothly, gently in, out, in, out, my upper body hardly moving, my buttocks doing the moving but she meeting me halfway, back and forth over and again, in unison it doesn't take long, we're both so near, so needing it, I can feel every little bump and groove of her vagina, the sensations are overpowering, she already so turned on from repeated orgasms. 

The heat builds in my groin, at the base of my cock, I start to gasp, to groan, want it to wait for her. She knows what's happening, can feel it, she reaches back and grips my balls, massages, wants me to cum, her pussy starts to spasm, gripping me, she's cumming, too much for me, I too start to cum, I can feel the spunk jetting into my cock, her hand grabs the base, she feels the thick liquid pulsing down, I cry out and press forward, my hips jam against her bum, I grip her hips, she still grips the chair with one hand, the other my cock, squeezing every drop out. Totally spent I slump over her, all done, sweaty against her back, kiss her neck, she twists around and kisses me on the mouth, hard!



The Chair



She arrived at my home at the appointed time. She looked delightful in the simple black slip dress , high heeled sandals, and soft suede choker. The dress revealed her seductive shape, and hinted at more secret delights.

As always on entering, she unfastened the catch and let her dress slide to the floor.

Her underwear consisted of a strapless demi-bra, thong panties, and black hold-up stockings - all black, all silk, and all very elegant. Paula stood erect, legs together, one slightly bent, arms at her sides, shoulders back, breasts pert. She looked at me for approval - I smiled and nodded my pleasure and we moved to the living room.

I walked behind her admiring her firm, rounded buttocks accentuated by the thong - she knew this of course, and accentuated her sexy wiggle. It was in her best interests to excite me as much as possible - not only because, as my sub, it was her duty; but also because she had been without orgasm for one week, and had had no sexual stimulation for 3 days. This was discipline for her transgression the last time we had been together. She had had to play with herself almost to orgasm 3 times per day,  for 4 days. For the past 3 days she had been forbidden to touch herself in a sexual manner at all. Given her usual high degree of arousal, that night I was sure she was steaming with sexual frustration.

Entering the living room she moved to the drinks cabinet and fixed me a Scotch.

She handed it to me and looked questioningly at the leather chair in the middle of the room.

I nodded, and she moved to it and sat. As expected she sat straight-backed, with her hands on her thighs, her legs spread wide apart.

I sat in the adjacent chair, and triggered the remote control video.

"I thought you could do with a reminder of why you have been doing your exercises this week" I said by way of explanation.

"Yes Sir" she replied, watching the screen curiously.

The static disappeared and an image emerged.

It showed a beautiful woman. Naked but for stockings, heels, and a suede choker . She sat in a peculiar chair - the seat was u-shaped and heavily padded. Her buttocks and thighs sat on the seat, leaving her crotch exposed and freely accessible. Her wrists were clipped to the choker behind her head, pulling her full breasts up and forward. Her heels were hooked into bars at the chair's base, and her thighs were strapped to the chair's legs wide apart. She was utterly helpless - utterly open.

She gasped, "You taped this, Sir?," obviously surprised. I smiled in reply. Her next statement pleased  me. "I wish you had told me - it's a very exciting thought."

We continued to watch.

First, the woman in the chair was teased with a long, stiff feather. It was run over and around her nipples. It was dragged up and down her slit. Her clit was tickled with it. The entrance to her pussy was circled over and over again.

A vibrating egg was slowly inserted deep into her pussy and adjusted continuously as they played.

Paula watched intently, wriggling somewhat as the leather of the chair cupped her naked buttocks and thighs. Her nipples obviously hard through the bra. Her spread thighs exposing her dampening panties.

"Was it terribly difficult this last week Paula?" I asked.

She turned to look at me. "God, yes Sir. I wanted to cum every time I touched myself. I knew I couldn't, but still had to drive myself to the brink and stop. And then these last 3 days, not being able to touch has been even worse. I have been wet all week. I need to cum soooo badly Sir"

"Well, we'll see. Let's keep watching."

Oil was rubbed slowly and thoroughly into her breasts. It seemed to have a long-lasting effect on the woman - as if the oil itself was stimulating her nerve endings.

Her nipples were clamped, and the clamps attached to the front of the suede collar. This further lifted her breasts, and tugged on the nipples with every movement.

Throughout this time the woman in the video moaned, writhed and begged for orgasm. 

"Is it exciting to watch yourself teased like this Paula?"

She looked at me, biting her lower lip - nodded, "Oooh yes Sir, I was sooo excited already - now I am dripping, my breasts are swollen, my nipples throb and my clit is about to explode. Please may I touch myself?"

I smiled "Not yet Paula."

Now, the man on the screen had taken a crop from his box of toys, and was slapping the woman's thighs. She was begging and moaning continuously now. Repeating "Please, please" over and over. He slapped her breasts, making them jiggle, pulling against the clamps. He progressed down onto her pussy. Her pleas became more plaintive as he began to strike her clit. Over and over she begged to "pleeeeease" be permitted to cum - and again and again he denied her.

Next, he alternated his clit-slaps with little rubs with the tip of the crop. It becomes obvious that she was very, very close to orgasm and yet still climbing higher and higher. He slowed his actions, seeming to inflame her even more. She began to promise the man her eternal submission, devotion and obedience. She called herself his "sex toy" and offered her body to him for his use. 

Finally, he granted her permission to cum.

She sighed, and almost immediately her body spasmed. Her breasts quivered, the nipples tightening further under the clamps. She moaned loudly, and her muscles tightened, held, and relaxed - again and again. Whilst he rubbed and slapped her clit she came and came. After what seemed like hours she finally stopped, and limply thanked her Master.

The tape fades to static. Paula's face is flushed. Her nipples hard.

"So, tell me why I was displeased with you." I ask

"Sir, I whined 'please' too often, and was not creative enough in my begging."

"Correct - and that is why you have been made to tease yourself for this last week, and think up interesting pleadings. Now, shall we go and see if you have learned?"

Paula's eyes lit up as she sat up - her breasts almost swelling over the cups. "Yes Sir"

To be continued...



The Chair



You show up and immediately sense that it will be different this time. There is no outward indication, the ushering in and the ritual of you dropping your dress and standing for inspection is the same as always. You are always told to arrive wearing the same clothes, or lack of. The dress he bought you buttons down the front to the waist, and ends just above your knees. The dress and shoes are all you are allowed to wear since he wants full accessibility. 

Many times in the car he will have you unbutton the top two buttons, lay down on your back with your head on his lap, and he will pinch your nipples while you have a specific amount of time to masturbate and bring yourself to an orgasm. You wonder if anyone else can see you with your breast exposed as he pinches your nipple. If they can see, then they will surely see your skirt pulled up while you feverishly work your hand between your spread legs. You always manage to cum in the allotted time, and you always leave a wet spot on the back of the dress, evidence for all to see that you have been aroused. This always occurs when you are going out in public, to dinner or the theater.

The dress remains puddled around your feet as his hands move across your body. The wetness forms as he presses your breasts and pinches your nipples. It is the same as all other times, yet he seems different. You feel his hands reach behind you and cup your buttocks, pulling them apart and the coolness as the air washes over your anus. There is a tingling in your clit, wanting him to touch you, inspect you, and probe deep in your orifices. But it is the same, as always, that will come later after he has slowly brought you to the peak where you beg for his touch, and all he does is look and smile. 

He smiles and walks to the table where a package sits. Now you know there is something new. He opens the box and shows you what he has purchased. As your eyes focus on his hands, you feel the swelling of your labia and secretions in your vagina that are collecting, threatening to drip down your inner thighs.

It is a set of cuffs, leather with a spring clip on the back; fur lined with an adjustable buckle. There are four, obviously for both wrists and ankles. He proceeds to put them on, making sure they are tight enough so you can’t rotate your wrist inside the cuff, but not too tight to hinder circulation or comfort. When he is satisfied with the wrist cuffs, he bends down and repeats the act on your ankles. Having finished that, he helps you step out of your dress and leads you to the bathroom. 

You expect to see something new in here, but it is as always. The full bag hanging from the towel bar, the large plug nozzle attached, and two towels on the floor. You kneel with your knees spread and lower your body until your shoulders rest on the other towel. Now the routine changes, while you are in this position, he pulls your arms back and clips your wrists to your ankles. The first thing that comes to mind is that this time he won’t have to order you to keep your hands off your cunt while you are filling, you are immobile.

You feel the cold lubricant on your anus as his finger touches you there. After teasing the perimeter, which causes you to contract and open your anus in an effort to pull it into you, he slowly pushes his finger into you. Familiar shivers wash through you as he continues with his normal procedure. The finger plunged all the way in, then pulled out to gather more lubricant. After three of these penetrations, he begins the detailed exam of your inner walls. Pushing in slowly until he is all the way in, then rotating his hand slightly and pulling almost all the way out, pressing against the wall of your colon. This continues until he has felt the entire surface. He pulls his finger out and spreads your labia, and as usual the penetration of your anus has aroused you until you are very wet. Now the next phase begins.

You feel the object at your anus, pressing, then you relax and feel the flesh giving way, spreading and allowing the intruder to penetrate you. The blunt end enters and starts its invasion, spreading the sphincter wide to allow the flared object to penetrate. The feeling is the same, the stretching that suggests pain but never does, the feeling of achievement as the widest diameter passes and then the sphincter clamps down on the smaller diameter pulling it tight inside you. You are panting now, and you wait for the warm feeling of filling. There is nothing for a long time; he likes to play with your wants, allowing your mind to match your body in desire for release. Your body is vibrating in want and your mind is about to give in and beg for relief when you feel the warmth filling you.

The first cramp hits, but you know that it will not last long, you also know he will ignore it as a minor disturbance. The warmth is going deeper, snaking around the turns, pushing aside other organs as it seeks your inner caverns. The next cramp hits hard, strong enough to double you over if you weren’t already in that position. It is all you can do to keep clenching the nozzle to prevent it from exiting and allowing the relief your bowels demand. The inside of your thighs hurt from the extreme spreading of your knees and it is compounded by the contractions of the muscles that are closing your sphincter. Your arms are pulling against the cuffs, which are attached to your ankles, causing other muscles to contract in response to the cramp. 

Your head is on its side, mouth open, gasping for breath as wave after wave of cramps wash through you. If you could only lie on your side and pull your knees up, maybe that would relieve the pressure inside you. The position you are in aids in the filling, the amount of fluid and weight caused by gravity are distending your stomach, causing a separate discomfort. You consider saying the safe word; it would bring immediate relief, but would disappoint him, something that you don’t want to do. The thought gives you a few moments of stamina, then the intense cramps take over. You open your mouth but before you can say anything, he pulls the nozzle out and lifts you up to sit on the toilet. Even though you are still bent over in an awkward position, nature takes over and you expel violently. His hand grabs your hair to pull your head upright and as it does his cock is at your lips. You open your mouth to feel the head of his cock push into your mouth. 

The whole situation is surreal, the bent over position, the emptying of your bowels, his cock in your mouth with you trying to lick, wet, caress, but too many things going on to concentrate on any one thing. Just as you think you might be able to concentrate on him, he pulls out of your mouth.

As you sit bent over, you watch him filling the bag again, knowing what is coming. The bulging bag is hung from the bar, and arms help you off the seat to once again kneel on the hard floor with your knees spread. As you feel his fingers spreading your cheeks, you push out with your anus welcoming the invasion of the nozzle. The flesh parts as the tapered nozzle expands the sphincter and slowly enters you. When the widest portion is past the muscle, the contracting flesh pulls the remainder in with a nestling caress. His fingers still hold the cheeks open so the flange can seat itself against the orifice. With fingers removed, the globes settle over the flange further trapping it in position. That plus the fullness of the embedded nozzle sends a wave of desire through you.

The preceding events have had their effects. Your nipples are hard and the cold floor compounds that as they press against the floor. Your spread legs have allowed your labia to pull apart, and that is compounded by the swelling of the flesh due to arousal. Your body takes over by rhythmically contracting both sphincters elevating the arousal and starting the flow of the preparatory secretions. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment, then feel additional warmth exciting you even further. It finally becomes evident that he has opened the clamp and the bag is filling you.

This time is different. With no waste to impede flow, the warmth winds its way through you in a lazy fashion connecting your whole body to the heat in your loins. The absence of cramps allows the passion to build, you wish he had used the colon tube, that always produces an intense orgasm. A thought works its way through the desire of an orgasm; this is merely a prelude to something bigger. There is no doubt that the cuffs will continue to be used. 

When the bag empties, he removes the nozzle and cuffs, then sits you on the seat to expel. There is no ritual, just a deliberate act to a means. When you are empty, he has you stand and bend over. You feel something slender being inserted into your anus, thin and flexible, and very long. It continues sliding into you until it reaches the end of the colon. He has you stand upright, then slowly pulls it out of you. The feeling of the rod rubbing the walls on its retreat along with the vibrations against your anus trigger deep spasms that force out any remaining fluid. You quickly sit as it exits and discharge the small amount of remaining water. You are completely empty now.

He has you stand so he can sit on the seat, then has you bend over and spread your cheeks. You shudder as you feel his tongue against the rim of your anus, lingering there then circling. It finally stops and centers on the orifice, and then pushes in, entering the now clean opening. You push out to help in the impaling, then moan as the tip gains entrance. You could stay like this for a long time, enjoying the orgasm that would result, but it is not to be. Satisfied that you are clean, his tongue withdraws leaving you wanting. 

Standing now and taking you by the arm, he leads you to the playroom. As you walk in the sight before you startles you. There in the center of the room is a chair. At first glance it reminds you of a chair used for electrocutions. As details come into focus, you realize it is nothing like anything you have ever seen before. It is a straight-backed chair with no arms. The front legs are spread out at 45 degrees, making them a full 90 degrees apart. At the ends of the legs are U-shaped cradles. Off the back are two short arms sticking straight out behind the chair. There are two eye-bolts on the back where the front legs join, and two more lower down on the rear legs. At the top of the back is a headrest similar to what is used on a dentist’s chair. The most unique feature is that there is no seat. In place of a seat is a short arm that has two dildos attached which are pointing straight up. The longer one is thinner and obviously will go into your rectum, the shorter thicker one just in front of it will enter your vagina. Both glisten with lubricant, ready and waiting for you. 

He leads you over to stand between the legs. With you in position, he moves behind you and places his hands on your buttocks, spreading them and indicating you should lower yourself. Grabbing the back of the chair for support, you lower yourself towards the obelisks. You feel his finger on your anus; an aid like radar to assist in insuring the missile finds its target. His finger moves aside and you feel the cold tip of the longer phallic object find its mark. His fingers now pull severely on your cheeks opening your orifice allowing the intruder easy entrance. 

The sphincter is easily penetrated, there is a moment of resistance accompanied by a jolt of pain, and then his hands slowly allow you to settle down while the cold object enters your bowels in a sensuous impaling action. Unbeknownst to you, another finger has been in position to acknowledge the arrival of the second greased shaft that will penetrate you. You feel fingers spread your lips, then another cold object touches your flesh. The tip of the rod spreads your vaginal opening as it enters, then the shaft stretches your orifice as the larger portion enters you. You feel your passage filling, the thick dildo stretching and pressing back on it’s mate that is going deeper into you. It seems to take forever to settle down on the pair of penetrators. 

Finally the progress halts as the base of the false cocks are at the openings. He takes each arm and pulls them behind you to attach the cuffs to the hooks on the back. This action allows you to settle even more on the twin obelisks. You feel his hands on your right leg, lifting it and spreading it to place it in the U-shaped cradle, then pulling your ankle back to attach the cuff to the leg hook. The procedure is repeated on the other leg so that now you are completely spread open and totally supported by your orifices. 

The grotesque position is uncomfortable, not only because of the severe spreading of your legs but also because of the total support of your body is the oversize objects you are impaled on. Their size alone would be demanding under any circumstance. 

You try relaxing in order to adjust; hoping your body will become accustomed to the ordeal. Your mind is wandering, trying to think of pleasant times, attempting to block out the present discomfort. You are concentrating so hard that you don’t immediately notice the movement of the chair. You jolt to reality as you feel yourself falling backwards. The panic is short lived as you realize that you are not falling, he is repositioning the chair. The chair goes back farther and farther until it settles on the two arms that were attached to the back. You are now on an angle, slightly more than 45 degrees, which brings welcomed relief. Now your back supports the bulk of your weight, the pressure against your orifices diminished, but still present. 

Attention is now focused on the headrest; he pulls your head back and adjusts the support to fit you. Your head is all the way back with your chin pointing into the air. You feel his hands tracing your cheek and the side of your throat, as if checking alignment. Satisfied, he places a strap across your forehead and secures your head, rendering it immovable. Now you are totally secured in every possible way.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him removing his clothing. You expected this; the detailed alignment of your head was a prelude to his penetrating you in the last available orifice. He had patiently taught you how to yawn at the right moment to open your throat and allow his cock to slide down your throat. You had learned on your own that it was up to you to coat his cock with saliva to provide the lubrication necessary for an easy entry. You begin working your mouth to promote the formulation of the necessary fluid. In your concentration of preparing yourself you don’t notice his approach until you feel the soft flesh of his glean as it presses against your lips. You open your eyes to the sight of the underside of his shaft, and respond by opening your lips and licking the tip with your moist tongue. There is a drop of pre-cum at the end, which will add to the lubricating quality of the saliva. 

He is considerate to wait while you cover as much of the bulbous head with saliva, then pushes in slightly so you can reach farther back on his cock. You feel his cock pull out partway, then reverse direction and fill your mouth. When it reaches the back of your mouth, you yawn which expands the entrance to your throat and allows it to continue its journey. The shaft continues sliding down your throat until you feel the soft flesh of his scrotum on your nose. Your eyes are closed as you concentrate on relaxing, trusting him completely. Two stabs of pain start from your nipples, slowly increasing in intensity. Your mind surfaces to realize he is pinching your nipples, gradually increasing the severity until that is all that occupies your thoughts. He suddenly releases them and pulls his cock from your throat. Your lips search for the penis, wanting desperately to suck it to orgasm and please him. However, the taste of his cum will happen when he decides, and when he does decide to ejaculate, it may not be in the orifice of your mouth or any other orifice.

Resigning yourself to the fact that you will not enjoy the taste of his cock; you concentrate on the grotesque position your are in and the pain in your nipples. Not too long ago when you first discovered this life style; you couldn’t understand how some women could endure so much pain. You knew that small amounts of pain triggered endorphins that heightened sexual arousal. What you didn’t know was how much you enjoyed this, how much pain you could take, and how the craving would take control of your life. In the beginning, the sessions were light, always in search of your limits. Gradually the level rose in the quest for a limit that was never found. His concern for your safety and no permanent damage finally dictated the limit. The small pain in your nipple, which is a mere prelude to what would follow, has already triggered the secretions in your vagina. As tightly filled as your vagina is, you know that eventually contractions from your orgasms will force the self made lubricant out of the stretched orifice in the form of a spray. The thought of that excites you more since you have seen yourself do that on video that he has recorded. You have never seen it in person, but he has hinted at providing a properly placed mirror will be available some time in the future.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see him pick up the crop, one of your favorites. The sharp sting and the accuracy of placement have given you many trips to that serene contentment of subspace. You feel the soft tip travel down your inner thigh towards your stuffed cunt. Goose bumps follow in its path from the sensuous touch and the knowledge that the soft touch can easily turn to a sting that forces uncontrolled gasps from your mouth. As the tip continues up along the edge of the lip where the dildo exits; your sphincter clenches in arousal. You long for the assault of the crop, which will terminate by attacking that tender stretched flesh which will trigger yet another orgasm. With the flesh stretched around the phallic invader, the blows will be more severe than you have ever felt. 

Leaving the area where the flesh grips the shaft; the tip nestles at the end of the slit, then pushes inside to touch your clitoris. You try unsuccessfully to push down hoping to spread your lips for additional contact. Of course that is impossible, he and only he will determine the amount of contact. The tip is rotating now, gathering up what little moisture is available; then exits and continues its journey, leaving a damp trail in its wake. You shiver as it makes its way up to your breast where it circles your nipple. They were hard before, but now feel as if they might burst. 

Tired of teasing, he places the tip in your mouth for you to wet it with your saliva. He thinks the wet leather stings more, you have never been able to tell the difference, but it is his choice. You lick the soft leather tassels until they are saturated and then open your mouth for his inspection. He rubs your tongue and lips with the wetness, then removes it. Your clitoris aches in anticipation of the first strike. 

The first flick is light, a caress, and almost a tickle. It is halfway between your knee and cunt on the tender inner flesh. The next is a little harder and stings slightly. If the chair didn’t restrain your knees you would be spreading them even farther in an invitation to more. The next is on the other thigh, harder yet, causing your mouth to open in lust. Four more in rapid succession and now your legs are clenched and you are trying to impale yourself even further on the shafts. When sufficient strokes have turned your inner thighs to rivers of fire, he changes tactics. Instead of hitting flesh, the crop hits the lip where it presses against the dildo. 

It is like a jolt of electricity aimed right to your clitoris. Saliva is running out of your mouth and your back is arched bringing to attention the availability of your breasts. Your nipples ache to feel the sting and add to the heat in your cunt. You were disappointed in being restrained and not allowed to participate, but it only heightens the desire, bringing you to a new level. Suddenly fire erupts and you float out of your body, consumed with pleasure. Unbeknownst to you, he has directed the blows to the flesh above your clitoris, which does little to shield it. The orgasm consumes you as you drift in your special land, oblivious to everything, wrapped in the heat of pleasure. You are drifting back now, slowly returning to the world of the wonderful pain. You notice a pain in your right nipple that grows with the reality, and feel warmth in your throat. The haze clears as recognition surfaces. He has twisted your nipple severely and his cock is down your throat in the throes of emptying the load of cum that you tried to coax earlier. He pulls out but leaves the head inside your mouth so you can close your lips around it and suck out the last stream of thick cum. The pain in your nipple and the taste of him triggers another orgasm, but only an earthly one, not the ultimate journey of before. Having drained him, you relax and bask in the moment, wondering what else he has in store for you. 




The Chair



Storyguy2



The Chair



AUTHORS NOTE: This is written as an actual "cyber chat". It begins as if the two people were having a normal conversation that proceeds into the fantasy sex. Words inside *stars* are actions and emotion descriptions, and words inside (parentheses) are out of character comments between the characters.

E-mail me and tell me if this sort of story is enjoyable!

--Same characters as my other stories…different names--



Barnabas: *moves his hand away shortly after he feels you try to press against him, the rope around you tied to the back of the chair keeps you from moving too much forward, and he walks around in front of you* Raise your knees up, and put your legs over the sides of the chair.
athaya00: *shakily lifts her knees up...lightly banging one ankle against an arm before hooking it over...then lifts the other leg high and swings it over...leaning back into the chair and panting as she feels how vulnerable she has become to you*
Barnabas: *licks his lips, as he watches you, exited that you can't see him, and can only feel and sense what he does.* Very good. *takes two more soft lengths of fabric, and ties your thighs to the arms of the chair, just above your knees, and makes sure to secure them so they aren't too tight* You are excited, aren't you?
athaya00: yes Yes *whispers hoarsly as she nods her head frantically*
Barnabas: You want more, don’t you, Brandy? *seemingly absently runs fingertips to just under your knee to caress the sensitive skin behind your knees*
athaya00: mmmmm yes please? please? *the last just barely a whisper as her body quivers...the sensations from your fingers and voice going through her body like lightning*
Barnabas: *reaches and touches a fingertip to one of your hard nipples, then takes something that you can't see, and suddenly you feel a tight pinching on your nipple…it's a smooth clothespin, the springs have been weakened to make it gentler, but it still pinches firmly. You soon feel it again on your other nipple*
athaya00: ooowww mmmmmmmm
Barnabas: *gives you a moment to get used to them, his fingers caressing your breasts around them slowly*
athaya00: *begins to pant more heavily...the intense sensations from the pins causing her inner muscles to clench over and over*
Barnabas: *flicks each of the clothespins lightly with his fingers to cause your nipples to react more, and your body to go into another spasm, which turns him on* Mmmm.. *kneels slightly down in front of you, and runs a single finger briefly over the wet slit of your pussy, then slaps his hand against your inner thigh…softly, but just enough to make a firm sound against your flesh*
athaya00: *jumps and gasps* uh! hmmmmmmm
Barnabas: *slaps again, then against your other thigh*
athaya00: OH...ohhhhhhhhh
Barnabas: *slaps another time, slightly more firmly, then he gets something quickly with a free hand, and you feel something firm touching the lips of your pussy…rubbing...a gentle vibrating sensation suddenly accompanies it*

athaya00: *groaning and moaning, she thrusts her pussy towards the vibrator as much as she can* 
Barnabas: *pulls it away, teasing you, and smacks your inner thigh slightly* Beg me for it! *hisses softly*
athaya00: *whimpering* Detton? ohhhh Please...please I need it…so bad…please put it on my clit...in me...ohhh!
athaya00: *a whining groan escapes her*
Barnabas: *runs it up and down your pussy lips, teases your clit with it for just an instant* I’m not convinced, you'll have to do a better job then that!
athaya00: *begins to scream and pant louder* Please!!! please fuck me with it...I’ll do whatever you want for it...please oh please just touch me...fuck me fuck fuck
athaya00: *whimpers and growls and begs with noises* 
athaya00: *is in agony waiting for your touch...or your voice*
Barnabas: *grins slowly and pushes it into you deep, and turns the vibration up a notch, enjoying your reaction* 
athaya00: *throws head back and howls as she feels the heat and tension increase as the vibrator works her from inside* oh oh oh Ahhhhooooo 
Barnabas: Mmm...you like that, don’t you? *grins and you hear an unzipping sound , followed by the sound of cloth against skin, as the vibrator continues to go deeper into you, slowly…and starts moving slightly in and out quickly, with very short thrusts, knowing you can hardly squirm, 'forced' to take it.*
athaya00: *strains to hear what is going on with the zipper and cloth...but too engrossed in the hard fucking she is getting from the vibrator...felling you pound it relentlessly in and out of her*
Barnabas: *steps out of his pants and briefs, and reaches up to take your blindfold off easily, letting you view his hard cock as he strokes it in front of you slowly* Mmm, you want something more, huh? What might that be? *pushes the vibrator inside you halfway, and lets go of it, so it is buried in your hot pussy.. 'handles' of a sort at the bottom so you couldn't 'lose' it.*
athaya00: plz Please..anything..ohhhh *wiggles her pussy around as much as her bindings will allow...trying to massage the vibrator around inside her...staring at your hard cock*
Barnabas: *gently removes the clothespins on your nipples, and puts them aside, and reaches down and takes the vibrator from you…soaking wet with your excitement, and touches it against one of your sore, hard nipples…as he strokes his cock and kneels slightly, rubbing the head of it against your pussy, while his hand moves back and forth*
athaya00: Ahhhhhhh *the vibration on her blood engorged nipples sending shivers through her...as well as the head of your cock rubbing against her slickly...aching inside, waiting to be stretched on your cock for the first time*
Barnabas: *rubs the vibrating dildo against your nipple in circles, and moves it to your other breast next, then tucks it under one of the ropes binding your breasts so it vibrates constantly against your skin…pushing the head of his cock between your wet pussy lips and inside you slowly, feeling you stretch to accept his cock, and groans slowly*
athaya00: *gasps and groans as you begin thrusting inside of her*
Barnabas: *pushes his cock slowly deeper and deeper until you take his whole length, then starts to pump in and out quickly*
athaya00: oh oh uhmmmm...*grunting softly in time with your thrusts...turned on immensely by the quick hammering of your hips*
Barnabas: *thrusts and moans as he pumps into you quicker and slightly harder* Mmmm
athaya00: * her head just rolling around on her shoulders...taking your hard fucking...she can’t even thrust back...just stay there and take it* uuuhhh uuuuhhhh uhmmm
Barnabas: *moans and thrusts quickly still, shaking as he whispers* Yes...mm... Tell me you like it...beg me for more, Brandy…*licks his lips* I'm going to cum..
athaya00: ohh...I love it...love having you fuck me…please harder ummm more...cum in me...fuck me till you cum
Barnabas: *fucks you harder…steadily…shaking as he pumps in and out quickly, and groans slowly as he cums hard inside you*
athaya00: uhmmmmm...thats it baby...fuck me...cum in me...I’m yours to fuck.
Barnabas: *moans at your words, cumming again, and breathes heavily, his body sheened slightly with sweat, when he catches his breath, unties your ties , one at a time*
athaya00: mmmmmm....*feels your hands at her thighs...untying them from the chair arms...she doesn’t move them...just leaves them draped there with her head flopped back onto the chair back*
Barnabas: *shivers with pleasure and gently brushes his hands all over your body slowly*
athaya00: uhmmmm baby...Thank you Detton



The Chair: Amy's Story



It had been a very hot day, one that the air conditioner in my shop had only just coped with. At 8.55pm I was weary and ready to close for the day when the door alarm buzzed the arrival of a late customer.

My grimace of annoyance was soon replaced with a smile when I saw the lovely young lady enter the shop. Dressed for the heat in a light tee shirt, with shorts and sandals, she had long blonde hair almost to her waist, a very pretty face and a slim figure.


"Good evening, can I help you?"

"Um, yes I hope so, Nikki sent me," she replied with a concerned expression on her face and worry in her voice.

"Nikki sent you, well she has been busy, and what did she tell you to ask for and what is your name? I inquired.

"Ah, the full service, she said to ask for the full service, and my name is Amy."

"Well Amy, do you know what the full service entails?"

"Um, Nikki gave me a few clues but said it would be best if I found out for myself."

"Ok, just wait there while I shut the shop."

I quickly locked the shop and changed the 'open' sign to 'closed', then I took Amy by an arm and ushered her into a back room. The room was bare except for a large chair that looked like it had come from an old fashioned men's barbershop. There was also a chest of drawers on castors and a large mirror on the wall opposite the chair.

Although the chair looked ancient it was actually only three years old. It had been purpose built by a lady engineer friend and we had much fun testing and modifying the chair to get it just right. An electric motor combined with a system of pneumatic hoses allowed the chair to be set in any position from bolt upright to absolutely flat. The headrest was adjustable and the armrests could be removed if necessary. There were also attachments that could be easily clicked into position if required.

"Sit in the chair Amy," I ordered, "And from now on you call me Sir, understand?"

"Yes Sir," Amy replied nervously as she climbed into the chair and settled into the leather seat.

"Where were you born Amy?"

"Um, in a hospital, Sir," Amy's voice showed the surprise of an unusual question.

"What city, town, suburb, Amy?"

"Oh sorry Sir, in Richmond, Sir."

"Good, then Richmond is your safe word. If anything gets too much for you call "Richmond" and I will stop. But don't use it unnecessarily or I will be very annoyed, understand Amy?"

"Yes Sir, I understand."

Quickly I took 2 velcro straps from a drawer and placed one around Amy's left wrist and another higher near the elbow, securing her arm to the arm of the chair. Then I pulled her tee shirt free from the shorts, slipped it off her right arm and up over her head. A flimsy summer bra quickly followed the tee shirt and with two more velcro straps I secured her right arm to the chair. Despite the air conditioning beads of perspiration were breaking out on Amy's forehead and her cute little boobs were heaving as she breathed heavily. I quickly stripped the velcro from her left arm, pulled the tee shirt and bra off, and refastened the arm.

Moving around in front of the chair I reached forward, unbuttoned the shorts and pulled the front zip right down.

"Lift!" I instructed and Amy raised her bottom off the chair enabling me to slip her shorts and panties down and off. Using more velcro straps I fastened her ankles to the sides of the footrest, she was now nude and completely open, the full service was now under way.

I moved back up to the head of the chair, trailing my fingertips over her smooth skin from her toes to her face. Grasping a hand full of hair I pulled her head back against the rest.

"Last chance Amy, if you want to you can leave now." I offered.

"N, no Sir, I want to stay, I'm as nervous as hell but I want to stay." Amy grimaced as I kept hold of her hair, "This has been a fantasy for some time and I want to stay."

"Perhaps need would be a better word than fantasy Amy," I said, still pulling on her hair. "I think this is a deep down need you have, not just a fantasy."

"Yes Sir, that is the right word, it is a need."

I let go of her hair and reached into the drawers that were out of sight behind her and took out a pair of hair dressing scissors. Amy jumped as I suddenly threw a silk cover over her body and attached it around her neck.

Amy's eyes widened with fright and shock when I stood at her side with the scissors in my hand.

"What are you going to do with those?" she asked, terror in her voice.

"I'm not going to hurt you Amy. I'm sure Nikki told you that you would be safe, just shut up and keep still." I placed the scissors at about the level of her chin and proceeded to cut her hair.

"Oh no Sir, please not my hair," Amy shrieked, "It's taken me years to grow it this long."

The sound of the scissors snipping away her golden locks was my reply. Slowly I moved around the chair, cutting her hair short as Amy sobbed quietly, knowing that she was in no position to argue. Years of hair cutting experience made it easy for me to give Amy a short and sexy hairstyle. At last I was finished and I brushed her hair and wiped the tears away from her face.

After removing the silk cover I went again to a drawer and took out two "bulldog" clips like the ones used for clipping sheets of paper to a board, squeezed Amy's breasts tight and attached the clips.

"Yeeoww!" Amy screamed, "Oh God, that hurts so much."

She did not use the safe word so I moved around to the front of the chair. Ignoring her sobs of pain I ran my fingers through her pubic hair.

"Mmmm, nicely trimmed Amy, but not short enough. I am going to shave you."

"Please Sir, remove the clamps, they are killing me," tears were trickling from Amy's eyes but she remained brave and didn't call the safe word.

I relented and removed the clamps, after all this was Amy's first session. From behind the chest of drawers I took a pair of stirrups, similar to those used by a gynecologist and attached them to the side of the chair. Amy's slim legs were soon resting and secured in the stirrups, wide apart for the shaving.

I left Amy quietly sobbing while I left the room and returned a few minutes later with some hot water and shaving gear. I sat down on the footrest between Amy's legs and pushed a towel under her tight bottom. After applying some foam to her bush I rubbed it in and took hold of a safety razor.

"Please Sir, please be careful." Amy pleaded; her sobbing had almost stopped although the marks from the clips were still on her breasts.

I held a finger in front of my mouth to silence her and set to work with the razor. It wasn't long before I was able to wipe the excess foam away revealing her lovely bald slit. I couldn't wait to taste her juices but stood up so Amy could see herself in the mirror.

Although she already had color in her face Amy blushed an even brighter shade of red and then looked worried as she saw a small bottle of green liquid in my hand.

"After shave lotion, Amy, I always use it after shaving." As I spoke I splashed a liberal amount of liquid into the palm of my hand and smacked it into her bald pussy.

"Aaaiiieee!" Amy screamed and then screamed again as I rubbed some into her hard nipples. The stinging effect of after-shave does not last long so when she had calmed a little I repeated the process on her shaven cunt. Another scream followed with more sobbing and tears, but she was a determined girl and did not use the safe word. After a third hand full that had the same reaction I took a cool, wet face washer and wiped her pussy.

My fingers spread her bald lips apart as I leaned forward and tickled my tongue across her clit. Leaning even closer I sucked her clit between my lips and sucked hard causing cries of passion from Amy. Alternately sucking and nibbling on the clit then pushing my tongue deep into the wetness soon had the desired effect and Amy was bucking against the straps as a huge orgasm swept through her body.

I rose and grinned at Amy, she managed a weak smile back at me as I adjusted the chair so that she was lying right back, her legs in the air and her arse fully exposed. I took the velcro off an arm, removed the armrest and then re-attached the velcro to a special hook at the side. After repeating the procedure on the other arm I walked around and stood beside her head; leant down and kissed her so that she could taste her cunt juices on my lips.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Oh wow, that cum was something else," Amy replied with excitement in her voice, "But I'm still as horny as hell!"

I reached back and took a leather strap from a drawer, then moved back to the foot of the chair. After moving the footrest out of the way I had clear access to her lovely tight buttocks and slim thighs. Amy moaned in anticipation as I raised the strap and, after a pause, brought it down softly across her cheeks. Amy remained silent as I continued to strap her, pausing between hits and gradually increasing the power of each stroke.

After about ten whacks I got a reaction, "Owwww, it's stinging, it's stinging," Amy cried.

"And it's going to sting more," was my reply as the criss-cross red marks on her skin became redder and redder.

Amy was crying out at every stroke now, begging me to stop but still not using the safe word. In between two strokes I heard the back door close, I knew it would be Nikki, she always called in to see how her "recommendations" were going. Amy was too involved with the punishment to realize that Nikki had entered the room, I grinned at Nikki and continued the strapping.

"Stop, stop!" Nikki suddenly cried, "Stop strapping her like that!"

Amy jumped with fright against her bonds as she heard the voice and turned her head around to look at Nikki.

"I don't hear Amy using the safe word Nikki," I said with more than a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Do you want me to stop Amy?"

"No, please don't stop Sir, it hurts like hell but I love it!"

"I said stop strapping her," Nikki replied with a grin Amy could not see, "I think you should use this crop!" Nikki cradled Amy's head, "Six strokes Amy, take six strokes for me sweetie."

Amy swallowed hard, nodded and watched as Nikki handed the wicked looking crop to me. I swished it through the air a few times to let Amy hear the noise and then took up my position.

"Swish, whack" A bright red mark appeared across the pink skin.

"Owwwww," cried Amy.

"Five to go," Nikki said as she cradled Amy's head.

"Thwack," - "Ohhhhhh, God."

"Whooosh," - "Aieee."

"Whack" - "Ahhhh, I can't take this," Amy was sobbing with the pain now.

"Only two more Amy," Nikki said, nodding to me as she wiped away Amy's tears.

"Thwish" - "Yeowch."

"Swish," - "Aiiieeeeee, oh Richmond, Richmond!" Amy squealed as she burst into tears.

I grabbed some ice and rubbed it over the red marks as Nikki consoled Amy. Gradually she calmed own and the sobbing grew less as Nikki and I soothed away her pain. Nikki was stroking Amy's forehead with one hand while the other slipped between Amy's legs.


"Oh, this girl is so turned on right now, I think she needs a good fucking!" Nikki cried, "And I'm as horny as hell too."

I stood between Amy's legs and dropped my pants to the floor at the same time gesturing to Nikki that Amy's head was available. Nikki grinned at me as she slipped off her skirt; as usual she was not wearing any panties. Nikki mounted the head of the chair with her legs straddling Amy's head, then slowly lowered herself onto Amy's face saying "Eat me, Amy, eat me" as her fingers played with Amy's hard nipples.

As I watched Amy's tongue working it's way into Nikki's pussy I pushed my hard cock into Amy's cunt. She was so wet and excited, it was easy to slowly fuck this lovely, sexy girl while I watched the two girls play right in front of my eyes. Both girls were moaning with passion as I continued to push my cock in and out of Amy while Nikki writhed on Amy's face. I was now fucking Amy hard as I could, my cock slamming in and out of her cunt and it didn't take long before I was ready to come. I felt and saw Amy's body arching against its ties as she started a series of orgasms. Nikki too was crying out with passion as Amy's tongue had the desired effect and I too came, withdrawing and pumping cum over Amy's damp skin.

Nikki slowly dismounted from Amy's face, then bent and licked and kissed the juices from her sticky and sweaty cheeks. Amy returned the kisses as a final orgasm shuddered through her body. I helped Nikki back into her clothes and she returned the favor to me. 

We helped the still secured Amy to drink some iced water and wiped her body with a cool sponge.

I slipped a large vibrator into Amy's cunt and put it on the 'low' setting, we could hear the quiet whirring as Nikki and I headed towards the door.

"See you tomorrow Amy," I called. "That vibrator should keep you amused for about an hour or so, have fun."

"Please Sir, don't leave me here." Amy cried.

"You'll be alright Amy," I laughed, "I'll leave a note for the cleaner and if he gets here before me he may let you free, after he has some fun of course!"

As we closed the door behind us I could just hear Amy call weakly as the vibrator did its work, "Richmond, ohhhh my God, Richmond."