The usual disclaimers: if you don't like it, close it or don't open it.
There is a sound that wood makes when it is stressed. A certain pull of the grain and a low harp sound when your wrists are tied to it and you move. A certain secure feeling...maybe longing for something different. Tugging and release so much a part of the tie up. She looks at me and says, "Oh yeah, I'm not yours asshole..., fuck off"...such an eloquent young lady. She needs to be taken care of with a hard cock.
The Chair:
Hand-crafted by a master wood smith in 1854 from African Abachi hardwood. The chair stands in the middle of the room with a sheer dominance. Strong, decorative, elegant, and bolted to the floor...
The Ties:
Hand crafted by the HounZau tribe in the Amazon basin, a silk rope made from tarantula webs and ash tree shavings that is soft and yet prickly...this unique rope is only sold in 2 foot lengths and are woven together in a way that makes them strengthen when pulled and stressed. The more you pull the tighter they get. The beautiful passion with the rope is as you relax the rope releases its grip. Still prickly from the Ash wood shavings you will still feel this kissing of your skin with a spicy pain.
Her:
Like the kiss from the sun on a summer morning, she is beautiful. Passionately tall with a super model look. Slim and slick, beautiful breasts, lovely young ass with a peach that is juicy and tantalizing. A very hard woman to describe because she meets your every desire. A woman that you will be tantalized by.
The Room:
The rooftop has a secluded cabana that looks around 360 degrees. A great place to dominate and be seen. The patio is stark other than the focus of the cabana. A couple of Asian Iris's growing but rich with Habbathia wood from Nigeria lining the cabana and silk sheets as smooth as a silk kiss. But she will have none of the sweet and smooth until we are done. That is, if she convinces me she is worthy.
The insult lasted 30 seconds, and when I told her to straighten up, she did. As an older man, she listened...and apologized. Thinking somehow her attitude was going to change how this plays out. She is mine! No way she can get away from it. And you will see she is very willing to please. As a kitten should.
Putting a finger to her lips I put her collar on, laced it up, and snapped my leash on to it, simply kissing her and biting her lip. I led her to the chair.
"Follow me Kitten", I whispered.
"Of course", she said.
I caught the fragrance of her pussy...like sweet peaches in a Summer grove. I could already taste her wet pussy lips drenched with nectar.
We entered the room...I told her to sit in the chair backwards with her ass hanging off the front.