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This is more a vignette than a story. All comments are welcome. I was going to
call this "The Chair" but someone posted (or re-posted) a story by that name
recently, so I used this more mundane title.

This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. If you are not of
an legal age to view such text DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. The following text and
characters are fictional and in no way reflects
any known persons, situations or places. Any similarity to real life is purely
coincidental.

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Tied Up  - Part 1

She’d tied him like this and left him for a while. It was probably only 5 or 10
minutes, but he couldn’t tell for sure, since he was blindfolded. He couldn’t
complain about it much, as there was a scarf with a knot in it in his mouth,
tied around his head.

He had let her tie him like this. He didn’t realize she would gag him,
blindfold him and leave. Nothing to do but wait. His arms were a little sore,
and there was a dull ache in his nipples, but otherwise he didn’t hurt
anywhere. 

Before she began, she made him lean over the chair, spreading his legs. She had
slowly inserted a small butt plug in to his ass. Then she sat him down.

He was naked, sitting in a chair. His ankles were pulled back and tied to the
rear legs of the chair, pulling his legs apart. His arms were up and his wrists
tied together behind his head, the rope pulled down tight and tied to a cross
bar on the bottom of the chair. This caused his arms to be open wide. It was a
fairly simple job, and he had no real leverage to move around much.

Then she did things he wasn’t expecting. First she put the scarf-gag in his
mouth. Then she showed him the nipple clamps. She pulled off the
rubber-protective ends before attaching them to his nipples, the metal biting
into his tender flesh. They weren’t too tight, but a bit uncomfortable. She
tested them by tugging on them, they weren’t coming off.

Finally, she added the scarf blindfold. She told him she’d be back in a little
while. She had rubbed his hard-on before she left, only briefly, though. He
longed for her to come back and touch him again.

Eventually, he got his wish. He felt her between his legs, startled because he
hadn’t heard her approach. She took his now flaccid penis in her mouth and
sucked until it was hard. She told him he couldn’t cum until she said, then
proceeded to give him a wonderful blow job. She knew just how to do it, licking
on the sensitive underside, just below the head, moving up and down, tickling
his balls.

"Please," he begged through the gag. She stopped to reach up and untie it, then
bent back down to continue.

"Please," he asked again.

"Please, what?" she asked.

He wasn’t sure what she wanted. "Please, I, I’ll do anything, please."

She didn’t reply, but slowed her activity down a bit, teasing him.

"Please….Mistress," he begged.

She stopped. He almost whimpered. Had he said the wrong thing? Then he felt as
she poured a small amount of lubricant on his hardened dick and began to pump
it up and down. 

"What do you want?" she asked, in her teasing voice.

"Please, I want to cum," he replied.

"Okay, you may," she said, finally.

She kept on pumping, making sure she was teasing his balls, and rubbing the
sensitive spot, and in a few moments he came, moaning loudly. 

When he regained his senses he said, "Thank you, Mistress."

"You’re welcome, slave," she said. She retrieved the gag and put it back in his
mouth, tying it around his head.

Then she left again.

Copyright 1998


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