The Chair - Hot Collections

Immobile

-Two weeks later-

Jason walked up towards the Cinema where Jessica said she was going to watch a movie with her friends. The movie should be ending right about now...

"Hey!" he said when he saw her exiting the building.

"What are you doing here? You know Sara drops me off just fine," she said, running up to him and hugging it tight.

"I know, but I couldn't wait to show you your surprise, so I came to get you."

"Oh?" she said as he guided her to the car.

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As she entered the house, she saw a blanket covering something quite large in the center of the room. "What's that?" she asked, excited.

"Something you told me you wanted." He pulled off the blanket, revealing a round, black platform with some metal poles and some chains. "When set up, it leaves you unable to move more than a few inches in any direction, fully exposed. Inescapable, it leaves you trapped and vulnerable to the will of your captor."

"Inescapable? I bet I could get out of that within minutes."

"Oh, really? Let's say we make a bet then. You have ten minutes in that thing. If you escape, you get to sleep in tomorrow and I'll make you a special breakfast. If you can't get out, then I get to keep you in there as long as I want and use you as I wish, although I planned on that anyway. I'll also record you so you can watch how desperate and needy I can make you."

"Deal."

He had her strip bare, then put a custom-made metal belt and collar, both made to fit her perfectly, with a loop in the back to clip things to. As requested, she stood with her arms behind her back, allowing him to cuff them. He slipped a remote-controlled vibrator into her vagina, securing it inside of her. She then kneeled in front of and against a vertical pole, where he clipped the belt and collar to eye hooks in the pole, locking her neck and hips in place. She was kneeling on a sort of half-cylinder pad, her legs spread to each side. He took another pole and put it through her hooked arms at the back, then locked that horizontal to the vertical pole, immobilizing her arms, and keeping them from reaching her hips or neck. He then chained her ankles around the vertical pole, finishing off with a pat on the head before putting a blindfold on. He didn't add a gag, that way he can hear her beautiful noises of struggle and her quiet pleas as she uselessly tries to get out. He puts 10 minutes on the timer and watching as metal slides against metal in hopeless attempt to get free, becoming more desperate as the time passes. Time runs out, and he decides to play with her a bit, turning on the vibrator and rotating different frequencies, loving her little screams and moans as she is overstimulated. The clang of metal as she struggles, the sounds of sexual frustration coming from her mouth, is music to his years. Such beauty in her hopelessness. With her on this platform, he could easily turn her in any direction he wanted to have her on full display. He set the vibrator to low and left her for a while. After twenty minutes or so, he came back to a desperate, edged, sexually frustrated and moaning woman, incapable of forming mere words. He pulls out his phone and turns on his app that lets him simply slide his finger up or down to change the level of stimulation he gives her. He would let her sit there and struggle a bit, hovering his finger on medium, slightly brushing it up and down. Every once in a while he'd ease it down to low for a few seconds, then sharply bring it up to high and watch her hips buck at it, gasps and moans coming from her. Over and over, he does this. After about 15 or so minutes, he turns it off and sets his phone, face up, on the floor, the app still open. He walks over and removes her blindfold, and she blinks and squints as she adjusts to the light. She sits there and pants, regaining her breath and trying to calm down. She is nearly recovered, then sees his hand reach toward his phone. "Please, no-'' she pleaded, but his finger went up and he continued the process all over again, hovering on the medium for a while, then sharply turning it to high. This time, he slowly rotated the platform to give her an additional sense of dizziness. After another 20 minutes or so, he turns the vibrator off for good. He sits in front of her, petting her, praising her. He massages her and helps her relax, not yet removing the restraints. Turning the platform so she fully faces him, he looks at her tear-stricken face, those blue, pleading eyes, her messy, tossed hair, and her sweaty skin causing her disheveled clothes to cling. He caresses her cheek, admiring the beautiful masterpiece that he created. He had turned what was a lady into a messy, desperate girl that was all his. Brushing her lips with his fingers, they parted easily allowing him to put a few fingers inside to play with her mouth, stretching her lips and playing with her tongue a bit, just letting her suck on it for a while like a baby's pacifier. Once she is physically sound and mentally calm, he removes her restraints and lays her in his lap, massaging her wrists and neck, then kissing them, all the way up her arms. "I love you," he said. He took the camera that had been facing her off it's mount and pressed the "stop recording" button.