DickUnderwood
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Unbounded Lust
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I'm looking for a single kinky female to play the mysterious woman in this tale. I don't really intend for it to be a BDSM story in the traditional whips/chains/dom sense - it should be more about sexual control and teasing to the brink of orgasm. I have a couple of ground rules about what is/isn't allowed but aside from that let your imagination run wild and we'll see where the story goes!
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Am I dead?
The question briefly passed through Rick Bailey's mind as he slowly struggled back to consciousness. Disconnected thoughts pinged through his foggy head. What was his last memory? He had been walking through the parking garage towards his grey sedan, finally leaving work after putting in some major overtime on a Friday night and then... what..? He couldn't remember what had happened after that. Had he made it to his car? Had he driven home and sleepily made his way to bed? Or did he head to the bar and indulge in a bit too much whiskey again?
As Rick felt the cold smooth steel against his thighs, he realized that his memory loss might be the least of his worries. He was seated in a large metal chair in a darkened room, completely naked. Even his watch had been removed. His ankles were secured to either side of the steel chair with a pair of sturdy steel manacles while his wrists were bound by identical steel manacles on the back of the chair. There was only a single spotlight somewhere above that prevented him from seeing far beyond a couple of feet.
"Hello?" he shouted, "Is anybody there??" He strained against the metal bonds, flexing and straining his powerful muscles but whoever had secured him in this position had taken his imposing 6'3" frame and muscular limbs into account. The thought occured to him that the manacles that secured his wrists and ankles to the chair fit snugly but not too tightly, while the chair itself was reinforced with steel bars to support his weight and a large back that would be far to large for an average-sized man but suited him perfectly. Is it possible that the person who designed this chair knew him personally?
"HELLO?" he shouted again, louder this time "I need help! Is anybody out there?"
Rick heard the a clicking of heels on concrete floor and heard the creak of a door opening somewhere in front of him. He strained his eyes to try and see the person that was just beyond his eyesight but all he could make out was a silhouette of a female figure.
"Who are you?" he growled, "and what do you want with me?"
Closed, PM to join:
I'm looking for a single kinky female to play the mysterious woman in this tale. I don't really intend for it to be a BDSM story in the traditional whips/chains/dom sense - it should be more about sexual control and teasing to the brink of orgasm. I have a couple of ground rules about what is/isn't allowed but aside from that let your imagination run wild and we'll see where the story goes!
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Am I dead?
The question briefly passed through Rick Bailey's mind as he slowly struggled back to consciousness. Disconnected thoughts pinged through his foggy head. What was his last memory? He had been walking through the parking garage towards his grey sedan, finally leaving work after putting in some major overtime on a Friday night and then... what..? He couldn't remember what had happened after that. Had he made it to his car? Had he driven home and sleepily made his way to bed? Or did he head to the bar and indulge in a bit too much whiskey again?
As Rick felt the cold smooth steel against his thighs, he realized that his memory loss might be the least of his worries. He was seated in a large metal chair in a darkened room, completely naked. Even his watch had been removed. His ankles were secured to either side of the steel chair with a pair of sturdy steel manacles while his wrists were bound by identical steel manacles on the back of the chair. There was only a single spotlight somewhere above that prevented him from seeing far beyond a couple of feet.
"Hello?" he shouted, "Is anybody there??" He strained against the metal bonds, flexing and straining his powerful muscles but whoever had secured him in this position had taken his imposing 6'3" frame and muscular limbs into account. The thought occured to him that the manacles that secured his wrists and ankles to the chair fit snugly but not too tightly, while the chair itself was reinforced with steel bars to support his weight and a large back that would be far to large for an average-sized man but suited him perfectly. Is it possible that the person who designed this chair knew him personally?
"HELLO?" he shouted again, louder this time "I need help! Is anybody out there?"
Rick heard the a clicking of heels on concrete floor and heard the creak of a door opening somewhere in front of him. He strained his eyes to try and see the person that was just beyond his eyesight but all he could make out was a silhouette of a female figure.
"Who are you?" he growled, "and what do you want with me?"
