If it hadn't been for that chair, I probably would never have dared to do what I did. It was a perfect chair. It was large and heavy. It was wide and shallow...
My wife was a lawyer at a high powered law firm. She made four times my income. Some of my friends wondered how I felt about that. It was cool. Hell, I had a lot more money available to me than I could have hoped for on my high school teacher's salary. That was certainly nice.
My wife also liked to be in control. She was always successful at what she did. She was used to it. In bed, she often ran the show. She loved being on top. I didn't mind. In fact, I liked it. But sometimes, it was nice to do things a bit differently.
"Hi," I said into the phone, "want to meet for lunch?"
"Ahhh, I'd love to," my wife said, "but I really can't. I've got to be in court at 1:00 and I still need to prepare."
"Ok."
"Sorry."
"No problem." There was a pause before I added, "You'll be home for dinner?"
"Yes," she said, "no doubt about it."
"Good. I'll... have something ready."
When I got home I was feeling a bit nervous about what I intended to do. What if she hated it? I slipped into tattered jeans and an old tee shirt. I put on my work boots. I got everything ready and I waited. I felt a bit silly.
Shortly after 6:00, I heard my wife drive in. I quickly slipped on a ski mask and started to disconnect the TV set. If I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right!
A minute or so later, my wife stepped into the house. I turned as if startled.
"Shit!" I hissed. I grabbed the water pistol and pointed it at her.
"What the...?" she looked at me quizzically. "Tom, why are you..."
"Shut Up!"
She jumped a bit. "Tom?"
I walked toward her. I whispered, "The safe word is 'pancake,' okay?" She looked at me for a moment while she considered what I had said. Finally a faint smile came to her lips. "I understand," she said quietly.
"Get the hell out of my house," she added suddenly in a loud voice. She got right into the part.
"Sure thing, babe," I replied casually. But first I want what I came for. I gestured toward the TV.
"Get out now!" she repeated sharply.
"Of course, there are other interesting things here," I said looking at her body. She swallowed as I started to walk around her. "For example..." I touched her shoulder. She flinched away. "Leave me alone," she said.
"Now, now, that's no way to talk to guests." I said. She remained quiet and didn't move as I walked behind her to inspect her backside. She was a tall, thin woman with statuesque features. She was dressed in a business suit; a smart looking blazer with a white blouse and a matching skirt. Her jet black hair was done up neatly. "Yes," I said to myself softly, "this is much better than the TV any day."
I touched her buttocks through her skirt as I came around in front of her again. She stepped back, glaring at me. "I said: leave me alone!"
I laughed. "Hey, I'm the one giving the orders here," I said. "And right now, I think I want to enjoy some of your feminine charms."
"What do you mean?" she asked hotly.
"Take your clothes off," I replied simply.
"No chance." she hissed.
"Hey! I don't think you have much choice in the matter." I yelled as I waved the water pistol at her. "So you'd better start striping." She glared at me. "Go on." I said.
"You bastard," she said as she slipped out of her blazer and started to unbutton her blouse. "You won't get away with this. I'm a lawyer, you know." She let her top drop to the floor, and she started to wiggle out of her skirt.
"Oh, don't scare me, your lawyerness." I said cynically. "Off with your shoes and stockings too. I want you naked."
She glared at me again but she followed my instructions without protest.
"Now your underwear," I said. She didn't move. "I mean now!" I yelled.
"I'll hire a private detective to find you," she said as she unhooked her bra and let it join her other clothes on the floor.
"Well, then," I replied, "I guess in that case I'd better just keep my mask on while we do this." I gestured toward her white cotton underwear. "Those too," I said. "You don't expect me to fuck you while you're wearing them do you?"
"You bastard," she hissed, "you wouldn't dare!"
"Oh but you're wrong, your lawyerness," I replied. "I would."
She glared at me but didn't move. "Off with them," I said softly but firmly.
"No." she replied.
"You bitch," I hissed under my breath. I lunged forward and, before she could move I gave her a good, hard slap on her face. I hoped I hadn't gone over the line.
"Ouch!" she cried out startled. "You fucking bastard!" she yelled. "Why did you do that?"
"Because you didn't do what I told you," I explained. "Now, take off your panties!" I commanded.
She looked at me with anger in her eyes but, she slowly slid her underwear down her legs and onto the floor. She stepped out of them and stood before me completely naked. She was really quite stunning. She had a well-toned body that complemented her finely chiseled features. Her breasts were small and her hips were somewhat narrow. However, she had an exceptionally lush growth of black pubic hair. Her thick, tangled mat of curls filled the space between her legs to overflowing.
"There," I said with a smile. "That's much nicer, don't you think?"
"No." she scowled.
I moved close to her. She looked at me defiantly. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts in my hand.
"Don't touch me, you fucking bastard," she said backing away. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. She resisted, but I held her firmly. "Stop it you bastard!" she yelled. She lifted her hand to strike me, but I grabbed it with my free hand and held it tightly.
"I may be a fucking bastard," I hissed, "but soon I will be fucking the bitch. That much you can count on." She wiggled violently in an effort to break free. I just tightened my grip. "Now, now," I said, "I can see that you're one feisty cunt." I pulled her up against me and held her tightly with my arm. With a hard slap, I hit her buttock.
"Ouch!" she cried out wiggling violently. I slapped her buttock again leaving a red palm print on her ass.
"Are you going to behave?" I asked her.
"Don't hit me," she replied, but she didn't wiggle.
I spanked her again and she yelped in surprise and pain. "Are you going to behave?" I asked again.
She said nothing.
I let her go. She dropped to the floor. "I can see that this isn't going to be much fun with you loose like this." I grabbed the chair that started all this and pulled it into the center of the room. "Get up and sit in this chair," I said.
She eyed me cautiously as she obeyed my command. She kept her legs tightly closed. I grabbed the rope that I had prepared beforehand.
"Ok, bitch," I said, "I'm going to fix it so you can't wiggle so much." I grabbed her arms and wrapped them behind the chair. Quickly I tied her wrists to the chair's back.
"Damn you," she said, "you're going to pay for this. So help me." She started to kick.
"Stop that!" I commanded. I slapped her face. She yelped and stopped. She was hot and flushed and covered with a thin film of sweat.
"Damn you, no!" she yelled as I tied her ankles to the legs of the chair.
"Be quiet," I said. "Do you want me to gag you as well?" That shut her up.
After a few moments, her ankles were secure. "Ok, now spread your knees," I told her. She glared at me and pushed her legs together as tightly as she could. I made as if I was going to slap her and she flinched. "Spread them," I repeated.
Reluctantly she spread her knees and I quickly tied them to the arms of the chair to hold them that way. "Much better," I said. "Now I can see your pretty lawyer's pussy."
"Fuck you." she replied.
"That comes later," I said. "I want to take my time." I began to stroke her body sensuously. I touched her belly, breasts, legs, even her face. She writhed and squirmed against her bonds, but she was helpless.
"Stop. Stop it. I mean it! God damn it, stop. Please stop."
It was clear that my wife was very excited by our little game. The flush in her face and the quickness of her breath were not all due to my slaps.
"You like it don't you?" I said.
"Fuck you!"
I chuckled. I started to roll her nipples firmly between my fingers.
"Damn you!" She turned her face away, but her cheeks were flushed. I leaned down and gently bit one nipple. She squirmed to move away from my touch, but could not. I brought her nipple into my mouth and started sucking on it. "Stop it," she hissed.
"You know you like it," I said pausing between sucks. She said nothing but her nipple was fully erect. After a few minutes, I got up to move to the other side of her body.
"Untie me, you bastard," she said. I answered her by sucking on her other breast. A soft moan escaped from her lips.
"You see," I said, "you do like it. There's no use denying it. You like having your tits sucked---especially by a bastard like me."
"No," she said. But her eyes were closed.
Eventually I moved between her legs. Slowly I brought my face closer and closer to her crotch. "No, no," she said softly, "please, not that." She tried desperately to close her legs, struggling against her bonds. She couldn't move.
Her genitals were engorged. Her outer lips were full and puffy. Yet they were also nicely parted to reveal the flower of her inner lips. Her petals glistened with the dew of her excitement. Her clitoris, now excited and erect, thrust out eagerly from beneath its hood.
I burrowed my face between her petals and inhaled her aroma deeply. "You smell good, woman," I said as I inhaled deeply again. "You smell aroused."
She was silent.
"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" I asked in a teasing voice.
"Go to Hell." She said, but her breathing was ragged.
"I know you do," I said. Gently I ran the tip of my tongue along her inner labia and then up over her swollen clit. She shuddered. I licked the length of her pussy again. This time I brought her clit into my mouth and began to gently suck on it the way I know she loves; caressing it with my tongue with each gentle, sucking stroke.
"Please. Take anything you want just... please stop."
I slid my finger into her cunt and ran it around the rim of her vagina, stretching her open as I sucked on her clit steadily and insistently.
"Oh, God," she moaned after a few moments. I could tell that she was building quickly.
"I bet this lawyer's pussy of yours cums very nicely." I said as I slid a finger deeply into her. I watched as her body pulled and tugged uselessly against the ropes. She sighed and shuddered slightly. "Does your pussy cum nicely?" I asked.
"You'll never know," she said.
"You don't think I can make you cum?" I said as I took my other hand and started rubbing her clit.
She was shaking. "No."
I chuckled. "We'll see." I started massaging her G-spot firmly with one hand while I stroked her clit with quick, gentle strokes.
