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[This was written last year especially for a certain someone, but she
suggested I share it
with all our fellow degenerates out there....]



                      The Chair: A Short Fantasy
                          by Michael K. Smith



     I've moved the lounge chair into the middle of the apartment's living
room. It's
big, comfortable, padded, and Early American in design, with spindled
armrests like
banisters and another row of spindles above the tall headrest. You stand
before the chair
naked, eyeing it apprehensively. You enjoy bondage games but you aren't
sure about this
one.
     I invite you to sit and you do. The leather is cold against your bare
flesh.
--- Ready?
--- Yes. C'mon, do it.
     I bring out the roll of J-Lar tape and the blunt scissors.
--- Arms first.
     With a smile, you stretch your arms over your head and interlace your
fingers. I
wrap a length of the super-sticky tape a dozen turns around your wrists,
then through the
upper spindles, snugging your arms up a little higher than you can
comfortable reach.
You suck in a deep breath, which tells me I've got it right.
--- Now your legs. Back and apart as far as you can go.
     You pull your knees back to your ribs.
--- Like this?
--- That's a good start.
     I cut another long strip of the heavy, transparent tape and wrap it
around your left
calf just below the knee. I push your folded leg back a few inches farther
than you were
able to manage alone and I attach it firmly to the chair arm. I do the same
with your right
leg. I fasten each of your ankles to the chair as an extra brace.
     You gaze down at your crotch, now exposed to the world. Your rosy
labia gape
open and the sun streaming in the window glints off the moisture already
gathering there.
You're lying on your tailbone but the chair is well upholstered. Your pink
asshole winks
horizontally.
--- Nice. I can't move at all. Now what?
--- Now this, of course.
     From my pocket I pull a red rubber ball, small enough to slip into
your open
mouth and wedge your teeth apart, but large enough not to be swallowed. You
wait
patiently while I loop the tape round and round your head and over your
mouth, being
careful not to cover your nostrils. I step back and examine my work.
--- Say something.
--- Uunnnpphhh... Nnngghhh-gguuhhh!
     You roll your sparkling blue eyes. I take the black strip of cloth out
of my back
pocket. Your eyes widen.
--- One more thing. My own idea.
     You roll your head from side to side and make more muffled sounds.
This isn't
part of what we had discussed.
     The impenetrable material circling your head shuts out the light
completely. You
can neither move nor see nor scream for help. Your breathing has
accelerated. Taking
away your sight was more than you had bargained for.
     I kneel silently in front of the chair as your face turns this way and
that. With one
finger, I gently rock the chair, just a little. You jerk at the movement. I
watch as your
pubic muscles tense. Then, without warning you, I bend carefully and lick
the entire
length of your juicy cunt.
     You jerk in panic but quickly realize what's happening. You thrust
your crotch
forward and upward even farther, moaning around the ball-gag as I bury my
tongue deep
in your pussy.
     Then I insinuate my middle finger into the delicate, warm curve of
your cunt,
reaching until I touch your cervix. Your head pushes back and you pant
heavily. I stir my
finger around and draw it slowly out. The muscles of your cunt flex, trying
to keep it
from leaving.
     Then my glistening finger moves down and presses lightly against the
wrinkled
entrance below. You tense at the proposed intrusion; we've never done this
before. I press
a little harder, wiggling my finger, and it slowly glides past the muscular
ring. I keep
pushing, slowly but continually, until the first and second knuckles have
disappeared.
Finally, the palm of my hand is flat against the curve of your lovely ass.
I wiggle my
buried finger more strenuously and your breath hisses in. My finger curls
and lifts slightly
and you begin to shake. The moisture is beginning to dribble out of your
flushed pussy
and down your ass cheeks.
     I stand and walk, smiling, toward the front door of the apartment.
--- I'm not going to fuck you yet. Something else I didn't tell you. I've
invited some
friends over to meet you.
     You freeze and your stomach muscles quiver. You hear me open the door
and
you shake your head violently back and forth.
--- C'mon in, guys, she's ready.
     You hear heavy breathing and a man's mouth fastens itself over your
open pussy,
gobbling your juice and rooting with his nose. You make small noises of
fear. The man
changes position and suddenly you can feel a large cock pressing into your
pussy,
thrusting quick and hard, in and out, in and out, faster than you're
prepared for. In less
than two minutes, he comes, spewing semen across your dark pubic hair.
     As the stranger withdraws, you hear shuffling sounds from the
direction of the
doorway and faint whispering. How many are there?
     The next one takes his time putting his penis in you. He draws fantasy
pictures
with the tip of it, up and down the folds at the tops of your thighs and
down to your
sphincter. Finally, he thrusts in rather daintily. You hear his faint,
whispering voice, one
word:
--- Messy...
     After a few minutes, he thrusts harder and then goes rigid. You don't
know
whether he came or not. He withdraws and backs away. There is the sound of
bare feet on
the entryway tile.
     This one laughs under his breath as he forthrightly pushes into you,
leaning
against the front of your chair and tipping it back slightly. Half a dozen
slow thrusts and
he withdraws, and you immediately feel the head of his cock pushing against
your
asshole. You jerk against the tape binding you tightly to the chair. He
chuckles in a deep
voice and pushes, ramming his way into your rectum. You obviously thought
it would
hurt but it doesn't seem to. As he thrusts and withdraws and thrusts again,
your head
presses back against the chair and you moan. After a few minutes, he pushes
deep into
your body and lets out an explosive breath. You imagine you can feel him
ejaculating
into your intestines.
     He pulls out and you hear tennis shoes squeaking on the tile.
--- Now, it's my turn. Do you want me to remove the blindfold?
     You hesitate and slowly shake your head.
--- Very well, then.
     My rigid shaft enters you slowly, gently, and begins stroking in and
out. My
hands slide up and down the insides of your thighs in counterpoint. You
moan as I begin
to pick up speed, moving faster and faster, until your body is jerking back
and forth and
you try to raise your pelvis to meet my thrusts. Then I slam into you, hard
enough to
make you gasp deliriously, and a series of jerks follows as I empty myself
into you.
     We both gasp for breath as I pull out and watch the overflow of semen
dribbling
down toward your steaming asshole. I reach out and carefully untie the
blindfold.
     You blink and squeeze your eyes shut and open them. And look around.
We're
alone in the apartment. I snip the tape holding the ball-gag in place and
remove it. And I
lean forward and kiss you and slide my tongue around your gums, giving you
my own
moisture. Finally, our lips part.
--- Where are they? All the other men?
--- There's only us, you and me.
--- But they were here! I didn't hear them leave...
--- You heard what you wanted to hear. There was only me.
     ...
--- I don't know whether to believe you or not.
--- Believe me or don't, it doesn't matter. There was still only me.
     I smile as you glance around and wonder. I let my fingertips trail
down your
swollen labia and you jerk a little and smile back.
--- Want me to take the tape off?
--- Um. No. Not yet. Not for awhile. Um. The very last man who fucked me.
The one
who didn't leave. Do you think he might come back?
     This time, we exchange smiles.


                             END


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Copyright 1997 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted
elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.
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