The Cuck and the Chair

Chapter 2: The Surprise

The whole next week, Lexi kept teasing me through text. Little hints like “I got you something special” and “You’re gonna lose your mind when you see it.” By the time Friday rolled around, I was dying to know what she had planned.

I got home right on time and did our usual ritual. Dropped my bag, got on my knees, and licked her shoes clean. This time they were the tall black leather boots I’d been hoping for all week. She let me take my time with them.

When I was done, she told me to cook something light. After dinner, she gave me a big bottle of water and said, “Drink all of this. Then come downstairs. I have your surprise ready.”

My heart was pounding as I followed her down to the basement. In the middle of our dungeon stood something big, completely covered with a heavy blanket. She had this wicked little smile on her face.

“Ready?” she asked, then yanked the blanket off.

It was a bondage chair. Heavy wood and thick black leather, built like a fucking throne. Multiple heavy straps, thick padding, a tall backrest, leg spreader bar, the works. It looked insanely restrictive.

“Holy shit…” I whispered.

She stepped closer, running her hand over the leather. “I want you to try it out tonight. Actually… that wasn’t a request.”

She laughed softly and I couldn’t help but chuckle with her. I stripped down, and she guided me into the chair. She took her time, buckling every single strap as tight as it would go. Arms, legs, chest, waist I could barely move an inch by the time she was done.

She picked up the hood I’d been wearing lately. This one had zippered eye holes, which she left open for now. She buckled the gag in tight, then slid the hood over my head and zipped it shut.

For the next twenty minutes she gave me a slow, teasing striptease right in front of me. When she got down to just her lingerie, she stepped forward, smiled, and zipped both eye holes closed. Total darkness.

She spent the next hour teasing me, running her hands over my body, whispering dirty things in my ear, telling me how helpless I looked. Then she leaned in close and said:

“You’re spending the night in this chair. I’ll be able to hear you through the baby monitor, so don’t worry.”

I made a small sound through the gag, trying to process it. This was definitely the most restrictive thing she’d ever put me in. But I was so turned on I couldn’t think straight.

She kissed the front of the hood and whispered, “Good boy. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Then I heard her heels clicking up the basement stairs, leaving me strapped down tight in total darkness.