The office chair

I ambushed him as he sat on his office chair. Had him strip and then told him to tie a rope to his wrist. (Of course he knew how to do the right knot - he called it a "single column tie".) I took the rope around the back of the chair, then continued to walk around him for a second circle, which caused the rope to loop around his ankles. After the two circles around, I took the rope back up to his other hand. I pulled the rope taught, which almost caused him to lose his balance, but his shoulders and head managed to prevent him from toppling forward. "Put your hands behind your back."

When he did I could loop the rope around his free wrist a few times, then through the loop on his first wrist. I suspected that he could probably wiggle free if he needed to, but it would take him a while.

I spun his around a few times just to emphasis that I was in control. "Now you can be a good boy and agree to obey me, and you get a nice reward, or you can be naughty and I'll just blindfold you, you'll miss out on the show, and I'll just use you like a sybian; yes, I've been doing a little research."

The surprise in his eyes when I said sybian melted into lust as I boasted and teased him. I wrapped the rest of the rope around his waist, and then slowly pulled. His chair started to slide towards me, and I stopped it with my foot. He began to spin while I waited for his response.

"I'll be good." He promised convincingly.

"That's not what I asked."

"What did you ask?" his tone almost broke the scene, so I put on the countenance of someone that was surprised and about to be angry.

"I asked if you would agree to obey me!"

"Yes."

"Yes? What?"

"Yes, I'll obey you." He said rather meekly, that sent a tiny shiver of power through me while I was hoping that he would use some sort of honorific for me. I wasn't quite sure how he should address me, but I did want some formal title. I didn't feel like his mistress, and I didn't want to be his domme.

I started to reply before I had really chosen, "That's Miss Summer to you."

"Yes Miss Summer."

I removed my jeans and t-shirt to reveal the stockings and garter-belt and matching underwear. It can be a challenge to find sexy underwear that is black with red lace that doesn't look tacky. It had taken me days to find this look and I felt empowered in all the ways that the good feminist in me had spent years fighting against.

"I'm going to fuck you, but first I'm going to tease you. If you cum before I'm ready then the next person to fuck my cunt won't be you."

Pussy! I had meant to say pussy, but watching his cock harden and wave at me at the same time as he bit his lip and looked at me with pleading eyes, had ignited a fire that I didn't even know was possible. My inner bitch flexed and shoved the hard edged word into my mouth. She passed laws against, "making love" and mandated "fucking" in the most selfish of ways while yanking on my hair.

"Oh!" I felt my right eyebrow lead the charge on the teasing that every school playground had prepared me for. "I can see that someone likes that idea. Do you like the idea of being denied? Or are you just hoping to watch me submit to someone else, " his body's reaction urged my words towards the conclusion that both was the correct answer here, "giving them total access to my body while you are powerless to stop them?"

It was like the best lie detector! The little pink head bobbing about as I began to described hypothetical cuckolding.

My mouth started to run away with me, and thoughts that I had never had about my husband began to stream from my mouth before I had even had time to think them. "Do you want to be tied up while your wife gets pounded?"

I paused to pretend to look down my nose at his little traitor. "I see!" I said in my best schoolmarm voice. "Do you want him to make you strip before we tie you up and throw you in the closet where you belong, with just the tiny crack in the door through which you can watch as I take his, girthy, heavy, meaty, cock into my body. As my mouth or pussy provides all of the lube that he could ever need to fill me with his rich and potent seed, over and over?"

The sexual tension was too much for me. I had started to pace back and forth like a cat on a hot tin roof. I had never had any cuckold fantasies in my life, but the slippery feeling of my labia as my thighs brushed passed each other was delicious. (Normally I didn't really enjoy feeling wet, because it reminded me of that time a few years ago when I discovered that vaginal discharge doesn't require sexual arousal, and can happen at inconvenient and embarrassing moments ─ but that's a story for another time.) This felt waaaaay different. I wanted it. I wanted to be stretched to my limits. I remembered that I had a small butt-plug in the toy-box next to our bed, (that I had tried once, a few years ago, and decided that it wasn't my thing.)

I stopped pacing and turned on him. So far I had been talking so quickly, it was obvious that my monologue was rhetorical. "Do you want to watch something slide into one of my holes?" I waited for an answer, but when my adrenalin flooded brain felt that he hadn't answered when I wanted him to, I added,

"Well? Do you?"

He started to nod rapidly and his entire face went from mild surprise and lust to an eager, "Yes Miss Summer."

"Good boy." Then I added, mischievously, "stay!", turned and left his office. Once out in the hall the masquerade shattered. "What am I doing?" I asked myself, as I hurried towards the bedroom to search. I felt like I was on auto-pilot as I pulled out the box and just tossed the entire content on the bed. I rummaged through the unused massage oils, cheap feather boa, unused paddle, fluffy handcuffs, three half empty bottles of lube, a small assortment of condoms, (mostly expired), until my fingers found the odd sock that provided modesty for our most kinky toy.

The butt-plug was small and black. I grabbed the most runny bottle of lube and two condoms. Leaving the mess on the bed as a problem for the future, I rushed back to my bound victim. While still in the hall I planned to squeeze out a few drops of lube and get the party started in the back, (as it were.)

The half empty bottle made a farting noise as I squeezed and half of the lube squirted past my fingers and landed on my right foot. "Dang!" I thought, feeling annoyed that he almost certainly heard the noise from the bottle, (which could have partially or fully destroyed the illusion.)

I closed the lube and while also holding the butt-plug I reached back to pull my thong to the side, so that my other hand could start applying the lube. I had only meant to apply it to the surface, but almost immediately my middle finger found her way into my ass. All of my hallway hesitation melted away: I needed to be filled and if I had known the sexual term, "air tight" that would have described what I wanted in that moment.