Flash Fiction: Chairs

You would be lovely blindfolded with your wrists cuffed and chains holding them under the chair and your ankles cuffed and bound to the front legs. This spreads your legs a bit and the cords from the vibrating eggs in your ass come down between them, pulling gently. Now imagine being kissed. A mouth caresses yours. You want to kiss back, but you can't. Every time you respond, the kiss is broken. But you still feel a body next to you. You smell perfume. and you feel a nipple slide into your mouth. For a brief moment, you can suck freely- hard... and then it's gone. Kisses start at your ears, kissing, nibbling, sucking... Hands travel your body, pinching your nipples. Then you feel alone. The air around you is empty. You spend hours this way: bound, on the edge. You can't come.. You simply feel breath. Occasionally, the eggs inside you are turned on and it's almost more than you can bear.

Hold that thought in your mind. Now sit in a chair with arms. Close your eyes. Take a moment to curl your toes. Press against the armrests. Clench and unclench your ass cheeks. Cross your legs. Uncross them. And sit. And think of how of chairs. Take 15 minutes out of your day today to take your mind to a place where you are bound. Where the conventions of what you are supposed to do fall away like so many layers of shed skin.

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Anyone else have something to share with the class?
otrdriver's Avatar
Ok you got me going....... you def have my attention. next part lets walk through theis session!!!
TylerDAL's Avatar
Thanks for the mental stimulation. I'm sorry I missed you on this trip to Dallas. Will you be coming back soon?
Thanks for the mental stimulation. I'm sorry I missed you on this trip to Dallas. Will you be coming back soon? Originally Posted by TylerDAL
I'll be back from March 1-6.