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emeraldgryphon -> Waiting...... (3/20/2010 3:12:00 AM)
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I woke early on Monday morning and groggily rolled out of bed. I headed to the kitchen and quickly ate a bowl of cereal with orange juice before padding naked back into my bedroom and the waiting bench. It sat there in the cold morning light as I leaned against the doorframe, looking at it. Such a simple device, and so diabolical.
I had brought with me the ice catch, with the string frozen inside, and I stepped over to the bench. Using it as a step stool I attached one free end of the string to an eyescrew in the ceiling, and the other free end to a small ring of keys. Keys that would spell freedom for me, eventually. I stepped back to the floor and looked again at the bench.
It was a long bench, about six feet and around a foot wide and padded down its length. At four places there were wide leather belts attached to the bench, hanging loose on both sides, and the far end terminated in a set of stocks, ideal for a pair of feet. The closer end featured a shallow box, about a foot around, with two holes cut into it, one on the bench side of the box and the other one in the box's lid. The lid was set with latches to keep it closed, and those latches could be locked with tiny padlocks. On each side of the box were steel rings, one to a side.
I opened the box, looking down at the padded interior, at the curved sections of wood meant to hold the head of a human totally immobile. I glanced upward at the keys on their string frozen in ice, a string that would slowly unwind as the ice melted, finally dropping low enough for me to reach them while I waited, helpless, on the bench.
The key to the house was outside, in its usual hiding place, but she knew where to find it, taped behind my emblem. She would be here soon, possibly - I really had no idea if she was coming or not. I laid down on the bench, closed the stocks around my ankles, and started attaching the wide belts - one across my lower legs, one across my thighs, one across my waist, and one across my upper chest. I then reached beside the bench and retrieved the steel manacles lying nearby and locked them around my wrists before attaching one to the steel ring on the left side of the box.
Lying back I rested my head inside the tightly fitting box and closed the lid with my right hand, seeing the open area of the lid come down around my face. The lid was well-padded, and as I forced the lid closed the padding crushed down around my face, tightly, completely immobilizing my head as I worked the latches closed and slid the padlocks home in each latch, shuddering in arousal as each locked with a slight squeeze.
I could now feel an occasional splash of water on my left hand as the ice cube far above me slowly melted, with the keys hanging in the perfect place to drop where I could reach them easily.
Now I reached for the ring on the right side, and after a little struggle with it, lined up the lock on my manacle with it. Click. I shuddered, a long drawn out undulation of my body - as much as it could - as I lay bound on the bench, and felt my cock springing fully to life. It had been aroused through the entire procedure, but only now with my complete and total helplessness did it waken fully, standing stiff and straight. I twisted a little on the bench, settling in, trying to get as comfortable as possible.
Was today the day you would drop by? And what would you do if you did? When you saw my bound naked body, and the padded seat on the box lid, would you take full advantage of my predicament? Would you?
Would you smile and drop your panties, only to lift your dress and sit down on the seat, plunging my face between your legs and into the semidarkness of your skirt? Would you force me to pleasure you, by making me do anything for that next breath of air? Would you?
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