Cuffed to a Chair

We’ve noticed a pattern, that too much planning and too little planning both lead to not getting in playtime.  So we made some vague plans…

Mistress: “I think I’ll tie you up while I cook the lasagna.”

So we bandied around ideas…ranging from mummifying me to handcuffing me to the staircase.  In the end, she had me sit on one of the kitchen chairs, and cuffed my hands to either side.

I was in my undies and a t-shirt…which Mistress pulled down and up, respectively.  She got me all kinds of hot and bothered, flicking and sucking my nipples and stroking my cock.  I was straining against my bonds, feeling well-trapped.

Then, of course, since we had to eat, she moved away to the kitchen, prepping the lasagna and making conversation.  Every now and then she’d walk over, and make a comment…or put hands or mouth on me.  She walked away, pointing at my cock. “Don’t you DARE let it go soft, or you’ll be in trouble.”

Guys, I’m sure you appreciate the issue.  Without stimulation, it’s eventually gonna go soft. Mistress was doing a primo job of pretending to ignore me…and my mind can’t just focus on that, and stay hard.

I had to wiggle, and squirm, even walking my feet up the wall in front of me in order to get more friction on myself.  Mistress left me alone, occasionally taking pity on me to come over and harden me up.

Once the lasagna was almost finished, Mistress came over, and looked at the clock. “I suppose you’ve kept it hard long enough for me baby…almost an hour is pretty good on short notice.”

So I stopped wriggling, and she went back to cooking, and cleaning up…things got quiet, and I started to feel a lil silly, a bit of sub drop perhaps.  After about ten minutes, Mistress looked over at me, the lasagna in the oven.

I was a lil worried…we’d talked about her leaving me in place while it cooked, but all I wanted was some snuggles.  Luckily, Mistress was of the same mind. “I think I’m ready to let you up, boy. What do you think?”