Just A Spanking: Tales of Dominance and Submission Read Online Free Page A

about bondage? I paced around the office, trying to act confident and bossy. Playing for time.
    Don't screw things up now, Liz. He squirmed a bit against the silk, testing the strength of the bonds. My pussy spasmed at the sight. Think.
    I was getting desperate. Then my eyes lighted on the pile of Cat 5 Ethernet cables coiled neatly in the corner. Aha! Once again I gave thanks for Krishna's role as sysadmin.
    I turned my back on him, bending from the waist to rummage through the collection. My skirt rode up, revealing the purple silk panties that clung to my ass. Krishna's gaze was a hot spotlight on my scarcely concealed flesh. Could he see the dampness of my inner thighs?
    Each cable was labeled in my victim's precise handwriting. I selected one marked as ten meters. Should be long enough . As an afterthought, I grabbed a couple of short lengths as well. All three were an electric blue color, which I thought would harmonize nicely with the scarves . .
    I hadn't thought Krishna's eyes could open wider. I was wrong.
    “No, Liz... don't ...”
    “I'll do what I want.” I was already wrapping the longer cable around his torso. The plastic-sheathed wire circled under his arms and across the back of his chair. I made four or five loops across his chest, careful to align them nicely in parallel stripes across his snow-white shirt. The vivid blue strands were tight enough to indent the fabric and to dig in slightly where they crossed his partially bared chest.
    Krishna released a deep moan.
    “Too tight?”   I paused in my labors, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead. His eyes were closed, long lashes feathering his beautiful brown cheeks. I reached into his lap to squeeze his erection through his trousers. His eyes snapped open. He was harder than ever.
    “No, no, it's just...I shouldn't...what if someone sees...”
    “That's my problem, not yours. You don't have any choice anymore. In fact, I think I need to gag you to stop you from complaining.”
    “Gag me?”   His face registered true terror, yet his solid cock leaped in my hand. I decided to believe his cock.
    I dragged my skirt up to my waist and shimmied out of my panties. The ocean smell of my pussy filled the cubicle. “Open wide,” I told him.
    Shame, fear and desire battled in his elegant face. I laid a palm against his smooth cheek. “Open your mouth, Krishna,” I murmured, trying to make my voice gentle. “I know you want to. It's okay.”  
    Our eyes met. I saw him melt. I sensed his sudden trust. A bolt of lust sizzled through me. I held the drenched undergarment under his nose. His nostrils flared. Slowly his ripe lips parted. I stuffed the damp ball of crumpled silk into his mouth. He coughed.
    “Breathe through your nose,” I told him, remembering what I'd read. “That's a good boy.”   
      I hurried to finish the binding I'd planned, eager to get to the next stage. After tying the long cables in a knot behind his chair, I bent to secure his legs with the shorter lengths of wire. It would have been easier if he'd been sitting in a normal chair. I rounded each ankle several times. Then I had to fasten the cable to one of the supports radiating from the star-shaped base. It looked messy, but I hoped that it was stable and tight enough to excite him.
    I stood back to survey the result. It took my breath away.
    Sturdy blue cables lashed Krishna's lean body to his chair. The muscles in his thighs tensed under his neat slacks as he strained against his bonds. His mouth was wadded with shocking purple. Damp jet curls tumbled over his brow, making him look boyish yet somehow dissolute. The naked V of chest exposed by his unbuttoned shirt gleamed with perspiration. Tendrils of black hair curled around the wires compressing his tawny flesh. His nipples poked out between two parallel strands like pink pearls.
    The fact that he was mostly dressed, the shelf of technical books in the background, the computer monitor blinking behind his trussed