no choices

I walk back into the room and see his eyes give me the once over scan from top to bottom, approvingly.

“Now sit” - he points at the armchair and I obey - for now.

“Where are my kisses?” he asks me.

“They will NOT be yours” I reply.

“I kind of hoped you’d say that,” he replied with a smirk “because that means I can up the ante some more and it’s your own fault.” From his casual black jeans he pulls out a long length of rope and wraps it around my torso, securing me quickly to the armchair…but it doesn’t stop there….he grabs my flailing arms and before I know it, both of them are tied to the arms of the chair, and my legs are tied apart to the front feet of the chair as well.

“Well now” he says. “You could have gotten out of this one with a few nice kisses…but now I’m going to make it harder…harder being the word.”

I can’t help but notice that the bulge in the front of his jeans has just grown considerably larger. Uh Oh.

He moves ever closer, standing in between my bound legs. He is so close that his zipper is practically touching my lips as he unzips his tight jeans right there and then.

“Refuse me again, slut, and I won’t return with any food for 2 more days. Obey me now and you’ll have dinner. Open your mouth for me and suck it, slut. “