The Bondage Chair

Work had been especially trying all week and the stress was getting to me. I needed to way to unwind and had been unable to find a suitable way. Then it came. A text that instructed me to go to her. She had something to show him, it said.

I could feel my heart skipped a beat, then speed up as all sorts of possibilities began to form in my mind. She had talked of getting some new toys. Was that it? My cock stirred as I let my mind take to her play room. The first time I was had been amazing. I knew I had to g as there were so many ways for her to help me to unwind there. The bench. The St. Andrew's Cross. Her wall of chains. Floggers and whips and things I had never dreamed existed. The exam table. I never knew what would be in store for me there as her creativity seemed boundless and the more I thought about her and the play room, my cock got harder I knew I would go to her and do anything she wanted

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When I arrived, she greeted me at the door barefoot and wearing a silky black negligee and a satin scarf around her throat. With a wicked smile, she leaned over to kiss my cheek and whisper, “Take your clothes of here. Now.” 

Here? By the front door? My heart started pounding again. This was new. Usually she had me strip in the playroom while she watched from her throne. I swallowed hard. “Yes, Ma'am,” I choked out. I slid out of my suit jacket and took it from me and placed it on a hanger then hung it on a hook by the door. I kicked off my shoes and glanced around, wondering if she'd had guests and this was a way to humiliate me in front of them. I unbuttoned my shirt and as soon as my chest was exposed, she raked her nails across it and my cock instantly jumped. I was so ready for this. For anything she had planned. My shirt fell to the floor with my pants and boxers quickly following them. My cock was hard and starting to ache already and I'd barely walked through the door. As soon as I managed to get my socks off, she grabbed my cock and with a firm grip that made me groan, she lead me through the to the playroom, leading me like a dog on a leash. 

Outside the play room she stopped and let go. I moaned softly as she did as I enjoyed the feel of her firm grip. It felt like I'd lost something important. The she took the scarf from around her neck and placed it over my eyes and tying it behind my head. It was still warm from her skin and I could faintly smell her perfume...Opium and I knew that meant she definitely intended to do wicked things to me. I smiled and took in a deep breath as I tried to ready my senses for the assault on them that was sure to follow. 

“I have something new I want to try out on you,” she said in her soft low voice and took me once again by my cock.

“Yes, Ma'am,” I said and shuffled along behind her. I tried to get my bearings as we entered. To the left of us was where her cross and bench were. The wall straight head had a rock facade and chains hanging at various levels from eye bolts in the wall. I knew there was a suspension bar hanging from the ceiling attached to a pulley system. The right side of the room hosted a medical station which I had yet to experience. I had no clue what kind of games she played there.

We veered right and I felt a lump form in my throat. When she stopped, I was sure it was short of the medical station. She stopped abruptly and I nearly bumped into her. Her hand, still around my throbbing cock squeezed it tight and I moaned. I was aching now. Anxious and aching.

When she let go, I want to cry out, “NO!” but didn't dare

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“Turn around and back up slowly,” she told me.

Complying, I turned around and backed up slowly until I felt something hard behind me.

“Sit.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” I said and slowly sat down, my hands at my sides to feel for the edges and found myself seated on a rather narrow padded seat and leaned back. I could feel something brushing against my outer thighs but couldn't fathom what it might be.

I could sense Mistress in front of me and then her hands were rubbing the tops of my thigh. She patted the left one and said, “Lift it,” I did and she guided it upward and outward until she laid it on a padded shelf and then repeated for the right one. Then she lifted my right arm and raised to shoulder level and I could feel something padded against it before she strapped first my wrist and then my bicep firmly against this invisible arm-like thing. She did the same to my other arm. I could feel the adrenaline beginning for flow as she tethered me to this thing.

Mistress raked her nails over my chest repeatedly, in such a way that the sensations seemed to flow directly to my cock which by the feel of it must have doubled in size since I arrived. I could feel it twitching with each and every scrape of her nails. I would have welts later, of that I was sure. The she placed a strap across my chest so there was no way I could lean forward.

A loud gasp escaped me as I felt her nails raking the insides of my thighs. Part of me wanted to snap them closed because she was starting to stir a deep and mostly hidden need in me. A need to be used and taken and controlled. A need I kept hidden in my everyday life. Her nails raked down legs and then I felt strapes being applied to on ankle and then the other.

“You belong to me,” she whispered and her nails turned to fingertips. Feather light strokes along my inner thighs sending shivers through me and her words rang loudly in my mind.

“Yes, Ma'am. I am yours,” I gasp as her fingertips continue their caressing of that sensitive skin.

Then I felt straps being secured over my thighs. Oh my God, I thought. What IS this contraption she's got me tethered to?

I felt her lips on mine and my mouth opened eagerly to allow her access. She swooped in and her tongue ravaged my mouth while I was helpless to stop her. Which of course, I didn't. I wanted her to take me any way she wanted. I wanted to feel her hands roaming over my heated skin. I wanted to know her intimate touch. I wanted her claim her property.

She whipped the blind fold off and I blinked even though the room was dimly lit with candles and wall sconces. I glanced down and realized I was tethered to a bondage chair, similar to the St Andrews cross but with a crucifix for the arms and thigh rests to keep my legs parted and my cock and balls just hanging off the edge of the seat. I couldn't remember a time where I felt more exposed and more vulnerable. Not even on her bench. I looked up at Mistress and through her smile was reassuring, I still felt apprehensive. I tried to remind myself that this was what I wanted. What I dreamed about. Longed for.

When Mistress stepped between my legs I couldn't contain the excitement rippling through me that easily replaced any fear or apprehension. She leaned against me as she reached for something on the shelf behind us. Her breasts crushed my face and I inhaled the scent of her. When she backed up, I closed my eyes in disappointed but that quickly turned to shock as she rubbed some cold and wet on on my nipples making them stand at attention. I glanced downed to see her swirling ice cubes over them. Then to my utter surprised she attached a little suction cup to each one. I winced as she squeezed the yellow tubes and they pulled my nipples into them. While it wasn't exactly painful, it was a bit uncomfortable. She then ran the ice cubes over my heated chest, abdomen and I shivered as the ice water ran in small rivulets down to my cock and dripped off either side.

Mistress stepped away and out of my line of vision. I could only wonder what she might do next. I still felt exposed and vulnerable and totally out of control. Part of me wanted to beg her to stop now. To tell her I didn't think I had it in me to let her continue. But, I knew I wouldn't. That I couldn't. I wanted this more than the air I breathed. I wanted her to do as she wished with me. I wanted to experience every nuance of her abilities and the deviousness of her mind.

That nearly changed when she returned carrying a flogger with dozens of medium length tails in some kind of black leather. She trailed the fall along my chest and shoulders and I was surprised at how soft the leather felt. It felt light, almost like a feather duster. Yet, when she stepped back and swung it toward my cock I winced but then gasped as it wasn't a harsh feeling at all but rather a soft thud that actually caused my cock to throb for want of more. She swung it up and down numerous times against my cock and balls and I moaned as the soft falls seemed to envelope me in a momentary cocoon. My cock was aching. I wanted to feel her touch now. 

When she grasped My cock in one hand I let out a relieved groan. It felt so good to have her touching me. With a quick flick of her wrist, she flicked the flogger upwards and jiggled the suction cups attached to my nipples. I yelped as the pain I hadn't expected coursed through me and settled as a odd sensation in mycock. 

Mistress pulled up a stool and sat between my legs, then placed the flogger across one thigh. She began to massage my cock with her fingertips, dancing them up and down the length teasing me, making me want squirm and wriggle underneath her touch, but this chair contraption held me rigid. Then she poured oil into her palm and rubbed her hands together before finally beginning to stroke me. I groaned in relief and pleasure. Her sure hands moved quickly hand over hand and it felt as if she were pulling my cock off my body but at the same time I loved the feeling. She made my cock rock hard. It throbbed as she continued to stoke and tug, stoke and tug. I was wanting to cum desperately at this point but it was as if she knew it and would slow down.

She looked into my eyes and it was as if she knew my deepest desires. To my surprise, she rose and lifted one of her legs and straddled one of mine and then the other. Standing over me like that made me realize how completely I was in her power now. Then as she lowered herself, guiding my cock inside her I think I let out a primitive wail. It felt so good being surrounded by her soft, moist flesh. She wiggled a bit as she settled her self on me. I ached to hold her but everything we did was on her terms, not mine. I was helpless. I could do nothing to help. 

Mistress bounced a little and I groaned. She started to ride me, slowly at first, and then faster. I grunted and tried to thrust but movement was impossible. As she built up momentum all I could do was lean back and let her. My cock was sliding in and out of her as she rode me. Groaning as I felt the need to cum get stronger and stronger and then she's slow to an near halt, merely rocking back and forth with her hands on my shoulders. 

I stared into her eyes, unable to contain myself and pleaded, “Please....please....let me cum, Ma'am.”

She smiled at me, it was a wicked, devious little smile, one that should have prepared me that something else was coming, but my mind was on my aching, throbbing cock and the desperate urge to cum that was becoming overwhelming to me.

Mistress started to ride me hard and fast. I wasn't going to be able to keep from cumming much longer. “Pppppplease,” I gasped.

Just when I thought I couldn't help myself she whispered in my ear, “Cum for me,” and yanked the suction cups off my nipples.

I screamed as I came, buried inside her. I could feel Mistress' orgasm as she clenched around my shaft. The pain shooting down from my nipples intensified my orgasm and it felt like it would never end. Mistress continued to ride me until eventually I collapsed against the chair, grateful for the support it offered.

Mistress leaned forward and flicked her tongue against my now overly sensitive nipples and elicited more moans and gasps from me. I felt completely drained. I looked up at her as she withdrew and stood before me. She caressed my face and slowly undid each of my bonds. I felt helpless. Weak and exhausted and yet I had done nothing. Mistress had done it all. I gave her a weak smile and whispered, “Thank you, Ma'am.”

“My pleasure, sweet boy,” she crooned and led the way to her bedroom where I laid down naked and cradled by my Mistress, and fell asleep with her caressing me.