Author's Note: He thinks that he knows what Susan will want from him during one of his regular visits to her.......... but this time she has prepared a surprise for him.

This is a story which was published elsewhere some time ago and which I have now updated and revised.

I have to say that this is rather difficult to write.............. difficult for several different reasons. Firstly I hadn't actually woken up this morning planning to write anything – there was no 'novel inside of me that I need to get out'. Also, I certainly have never thought about writing down what I am about to detail – at least what I think I am about to detail. Then there is my actual condition. I do not suppose that many writers work their literary magic without a stitch of clothing on. And while I could imagine that some writers might, in times of high workload, complain about being chained to their desk, I actually am. That's right, my hands are cuffed together and there's a long chain the end of which is padlocked to one of the links, a chain that goes back underneath the desk and which, I am told, is very firmly attached. So there's no chance to get away even if it I had the use of my other limbs....... which I don't. Its not my desk though. No, its my....Ahhhh. Sorry dear reader I've just been told that the introduction paragraph is too long and that I am to "get on with it".

The problem is that I do not really know where to start. I mean should it be when we first met? Ahhh. OK not then. How about last week when you gave me instructions to come round today? Ahhh, Ahhh. Not then either. How about this morning? .......... OK? ...yes that's when I'll start the story. I appreciate as a reader to this offering, that you might be confused from the previous few lines. But I will try to explain and it should become a bit clearer as things go on. I certainly hope so as there is a lot riding on that happening. Ahhhhh.

It all started just around lunchtime when I parked my car a street or two away. I have to walk to Susan's house as it is at the end of a short and narrow cul-de-sac and so anything parked in the street is very noticeable. Susan does not want my car to be parked in her drive – too much interest would come from the neighbours. Susan, you see, is divorced and that always gets the curtain twitchers going – especially, I would imagine, on the weekend's like this one when her son is with his Dad. These are the weekends when Susan and I can get together to enjoy our love of a particular brand of BDSM. And neither of us would want a situation where my car, perhaps that has been sitting in the drive overnight (if I'm lucky), entices Mrs Crookshank, the guardian of all that is right and proper in Susan's little road, to make a house call. So I park and walk through the rain along Susan's road and up the path to the front door. Then it was time for a bit of play acting. I have been told in my 'instruction' phone call to pretend to ring the door bell and then discreetly push at the front door, have a pretend conversation and then act as if I am invited inside and go into the hall. I must admit I was very intrigued about these arrangements but I've learnt not to question Susan and to go along with what she says. So I did as I was told, and then closed the front door behind me.

Fresh instructions were easy to find, taped as they were to the banister post. It read 'Strip naked, put the wrist, thigh and ankle cuffs on (D Rings to the outside of your ankle and thighs) and then the collar. You are to then kneel at the bottom of the stairs, legs apart and hands at your side, and lean forward so that your forehead just rests on one of the stair treads. THEN DO NOT MOVE & SAY NOTHING!'. Following the instructions was easy. A nearby chair had the collar and cuffs on it and as I stripped I put my clothes onto it. I quickly had leather in all the right places and was in position. A minute or two then passed, my breathing calmed and the various eddies of air in the hall played about my body cooling me. More time went by. I knew that I was being tested, that I was probably being watched from the upstairs landing to see if I made any sort of movement that would provide an opportunity for me to be punished in the very near future. So, feeling a bit lucky at being given such an easy way of avoiding any punishment, I kept still, my head facing straight downwards.

It was then that I felt a strong draft of air coming from behind before passing over me followed by the soft click of heals on the halls wooden floor. In the excitement of arriving and following the instructions I had completely forgotten about the downstairs loo, or that its door opened right onto the bottom of the staircase. Bent as I was I must have presented an interesting view, but if she liked what she saw Susan spent little time in enjoying it. A few more steps, a waft of her perfume and my wrists were quickly bought behind my back and a snap told me that they'd been padlocked together. A further snap connected something (a lead was what I guessed) to the collar and then my forehead was lifted back a few inches with one hand and a black leather gloved hand passed the inflatable gag that we use in front of my eyes. Still aiming to avoid any needless punishment I meekly opened my mouth, the gag was positioned and then tightly secured behind my head. A blindfold was pulled over my eyes and also secured before my head was gently pushed back onto the stair tread. Finally I felt the cool of a leather glove gently stroke and caress my dick to it's full hardness. At the same the gag was gradually inflated within my mouth, each pump made it slowly get bigger and bigger as my dick was getting harder and harder. When the gag was totally filling my mouth there was one final long slow stroke of my dick and then it was released and I was left alone. In the few short minutes since I'd arrive I had completely given myself up to Susan, allowed myself to be trust up and prepared for what I didn't know (but of course hoped) was going to be a very wonderful time.

"Get up" were the first words to be spoken. I managed to comply with the order without too much difficulty. I then expected to be taken upstairs, tied to a bed perhaps been 'dealt with' in Susan's inimitable way. So I was surprised to instead be pulled by the lead further into the ground floor of the house. What I was sure were the thigh boots that I loved Susan wearing so much clicked on the hardwood floor as she drew me down the hall and into what I knew to be the dinning room. I could hear the rain hitting the patio doors as my progress was bought up short as my legs hit something hard. The lead slapped against my chest as Susan released it from her grip and through a further series of instructions I was then positioned on something, something that I was not really sure about. There appeared to be some sort of cushion under my upper thighs and my legs were been bent so that the front of each of my calves also rested on a cushion. "Stay still" was the sum total of my next instructions. I could feel rope being wrapped around my lower legs, tying them firmly to the cushion before then being threaded through the rings on my ankle cuffs and tied off somewhere. From various tugs to the thigh cuffs, I deduced that more rope was being used to secure me onto whatever contraption Susan was using on me. Lastly my wrists were released from behind my back and I was told to put them in front of me where I felt them being again linked together. My hands were then guided forward until they came up against a hard edge. "Hold on to that" I was told and I sensed Susan close by my side as her hands fiddled with the link between my wrist cuffs. There was a final click and then I was then told to "Stay like that".

I could realised that Susan had then stepped back, almost as if she were examining me to see if there was anywhere else that needed tying down (or up). Finally her gloved hands rested on my shoulders as she bent to whisper in my ear "do you want to see what you've gotten your self into Slave?". I could only nod my agreement and my shoulders were released and my head was bent slightly forward, the blindfolds buckle undone and light flooded back into my eyes as it was removed. After even such a relatively short period under the blindfold it still took my eyes a while to adjust back to full daylight but when I'd finished blinking I was able to see exactly my situation. My hands were holding onto the edge of a computer desk and there in front of me was the key board and a running monitor. My wrist cuffs were padlocked together and a length of chain also ran from that padlock to somewhere under the desk. Looking down past the gag's inflation tube I saw that I was part sitting, part kneeling on some sort of chair, a chair that was set on castors. Parts of it appeared to be made of wood and several vine-eyes had been fixed to it. Thick rope had indeed been used to tie the lower parts of each of my legs onto a well padded cushion and my ankle cuffs had been tied to the vine eyes. My upper thighs rested on two similar cushions, with the same rope tied around them, and to the rings on the thigh cuffs.

Susan was still standing behind me, her hands back on my shoulders and she bent again to my ear. "Your sitting on a kneeling chair. I rescued it from being thrown out from where I work when someone left. The castors lock so you are immobile unless I want you to move. I've also rather cleverly modified it a bit. The cushion that you are sitting on used to be a one piece seat but I split it in two so now there's a nice gap. A gap which makes certain parts of you soooo much more accessible". I realised with a bit of a shock that she was right. With the strangeness of everything I had missed that my balls were hanging, my dick wasn't resting on anything and my arse crack was open to the breeze. "Your no doubt wondering sweetie, why I went to all this trouble" Susan went on. "Well I'm going to keep you like this, as my bound slave, really for as long as I like. And while you are like this you are going to document what happens to you, what I do to you ....... and when I do it. Your going to write down everything, chained as you literally are to the computer. If you writing pleases me then you might get some reward, but if I don't like what you write, if you make any mistakes, write the wrong thing, write too little or too much, in fact pretty much anything that displeases me, then I'm going to punish you". Susan knows that I like to feel helpless so she added in a further breathless whisper "You won't be able to do a thing to stop me and this (her hands came round to finger the gag's inflation tube) is going to make sure that you can't beg for release............ or of course, make much noise as I torture you".

So that, dear reader, is where you came into this story. That's right, at the top, as I was adjusting to what I had to do, to my total vulnerability, and, as under Susan's instructions, I started to write down what had happened to me. The Ahhhh's in the first two paragraphs were caused by Susan slapping my exposed arse with her paddle "Just to warm you up" as she teasingly said. In the absence of any instructions from her I didn't know if I needed to let you know when I was slapped but Susan didn't like it. Rather ominously she told me that I'd have to stop putting that sort of reference in as otherwise the whole story would be littered with Ahhh's. I wasn't sure that I liked the sound of that but what choice did I have now? Typing that first paragraph was a slow process as I got used to the restrictions that the handcuffs caused. Susan wheeled the chair closer to the desk and locked it's wheels to keep me in place but she stayed behind me and I was told to concentrate on what was in front of me. I wanted to turn around, to look at Susan, to let her know that she had me ........and, of course, to see what she was wearing. But I knew better than to go against my instructions and so I got on with the typing.

At the end of the second paragraph Susan said that I needed a break and I was told to stop. "I think that it is pleasure time" Susan said, this as her arms snaked either side of me to unlock the padlock chaining me to the computer desk. Her boots kicked at the locks on the chairs wheels and I was pulled back from the desk and turned to face the dinning table, the end of which was covered with a thick blanket. The chair was positioned towards the end of the table and its wheels were locked. A piece of rope rested on the table and once again Susan reached round me to tie it's end around the links between the cuffs on my hand. "I was going to blindfold you for this but you were so good in staying still out in the hall I think that you should get some reward". With that a rope that had been lying on the floor by the chair was sharply pulled and my hands shot out from in front of me and were pulled under the table. "I've fixed up a pulley there" Susan said as the rope was pulled even more. As my chair had been set back a bit from the table I had no choice but to bend forward as my arms were pulled even more. I ended up with my bottom half still very well secured to the chair but with my chin resting on the table and my arms stretched out under it.

"That's just perfect" I was told and the rope was tied off somewhere out of my sight behind me. "Now I'll put on a nice show for you" and with that Susan jumped up onto the table. I've just realised that I have not described Susan to you have I ? Well if I had to use just one or two words I would say that she is very svelte, or possibly elfin-like would be another short description. She is slim, with a lovely figure, a good foot or so smaller than me and, unlike so many women of her age, she has kept her blond hair long. In any state of dress you would say that she was very attractive. But wearing what I now had in front of my eyes she looked like she'd just stepped out of my dreams. As I had guessed earlier she was wearing the thigh boots that I liked so much . Poking out of their tops were black stockings and these were held up by suspenders that ran up to a black leather cup-less corset. Susan's beautifully trim figure did not really need a corset but I've got to admit that it certainly really added to the whole effect.

But it was the outfit's lack of pants that really got my attention now. Susan had arranged a couple of pillows at the other end of the table and she swung one leather clad leg each side of my head and eased herself down the table until her pussy was just inches from my face. "Look at me". I tore my eyes from her snatch, looked up and there was Susan propped up on the pillows looking back down her beautifully presented body at me. "I'm going to enjoy myself now. I've been anticipating today for some time now and I have really looked forward to it, as you will shortly see. Look at my fanny and keep looking" I did as I was told and there, right in front of my eyes, her finger slid with a wet slurp into her pussy. Above me I heard "Of course, the best bit is that you can't do anything, I've got you as long as I want you and you just have to take whatever I dish out. That's a big turn on I can assure you". All the while she was talking to me Susan's fingers continued to work backwards and forwards across her fanny, working herself more and more into a frenzy. I would have liked to use my mouth on that tender spot but there was no play in the bindings and so I only look on as she drove first one, then two, and finally, three fingers into her wet cunt, all while her other hand relentlessly fingered her clit. Susan's breath came more quickly. "I'm going to come thinking about what I'm going to be doing to you" she said and her fingers worked even faster until, with a half strangled cry, her orgasm swept over her. Her body spasomened and she moaned as her fingers continued to caress her slit. Finally her fingers slid out of her slit and in a moment a leg had been swung over my head and Susan was off the table and behind me again. I heard some sort of paper sound and a used wet wipe was thrown on the table in front of my face. "That was just the first of many" she laughed. Then I was released from the table, re-chained to the computer and told to get on with the next paragraph.

So it was that I started on the third paragraph that you've already read. As I've explained, typing while handcuffed is not easy and it did not help when Susan then started to distract me. I suddenly felt both her hands caressing my balls and it wasn't long before one of them started to stroke my dick. I was of course already hard but the exquisite touch of her gloved hands started to really excite me. The caresses went on from some minutes and then Susan stopped. Suddenly what looked like a collection of black leather straps was thrown on to the desk in front of me. "I am going to fit that when your next paragraph is finished" she said as her hands went back to work on my dick. In between my typing duties I examined the pile with interest and realised that they were all linked. One of the straps was wider than the others and appeared to have chrome press fasteners on it and the other two had buckles. There were also several small D Rings fitted to one of the straps. I did not need to be much of a genius to realise what it was and , tied as I was, I had no doubts about where it was going to go. "I can make it extra tight if you displease me. So hurry up with the typing. Otherwise I might think that you were deliberately going slowly to have more time to enjoy what I'm currently doing to you". Well of course I was enjoying what Susan was doing, but at the same time I was under no illusion that there would be no end result yet. I certainly wasn't going to be allowed to spurt this early in our session. So I took my eyes from the straps and concentrated, well as much as I could, on the writing.

Susan's deft stroking bought me to the edge a couple of times while I was writing but she is much too experienced and is easily able to judge when I'm approaching a climax and release my dick to, as she says "just leave me 'hanging'". So, by the end of the 4th. paragraph my dick had been pumped pretty hard and my balls were starting to become very sensitive from all of her caresses. But then, as I finished, they were released from Susan's ministrations and the cuffs were detached from the desk, lifted behind my head and re-attached by another rope to somewhere behind me (I think one of the chair's legs). The pull on the rope made sure that I sat upright as the chair was rolled back away from the desk. Susan gave me a mischievous look as she picked up the straps from the desk and came to sit on the floor in front of me. She looked so sexy in that outfit and I would have loved to have been free to fuck her then and there. But I knew that there was no chance of that happening in anything like the near future.

The first strap was pulled around behind my dick and balls before it was closed off. She looked up into my eyes "now this may well hurt a bit" and she smiled as the next of the buckled straps was drawn tightly around the base of my dick. "It has to be tight otherwise, who knows, you might get to come" she laughingly told me as the buckle was secured . "Now, your balls" and I realised how the wider strap I'd seen earlier was going to be used. I let out a muffled cry as Susan pulled my balls downward and wrapped the strap above them. "Sssh now" she said "its not nearly as bad as I could make it ..... so there is no need for you to cry". I didn't want to annoy my captor so I kept as quiet as I could while the press studs were pushed into place. Susan sat back with a "there now" and said that I could look down. Both my dick and balls were pushed out from my body by the first strap and I could see that the second was really tightly banding my dick. I couldn't move forward enough to see my balls but the strap there was already making its presence felt. Susan stood up in front of me holding a further single small strap in my face. "This, in case you didn't realise, is to separate your balls. I understand that it can be rather uncomfortable. I was going to fit it now but I think that I'll keep it as a present to myself for later on". She leaned closer to my face. "Just think how much more sensitive I can make your balls between now and then" and she laughed as she slowly walked around to stand again behind me. "Now back to work".

So it was that I wrote the next two paragraphs. When I'd finished them Susan again untied me from the desk and re-attached me to the dining table in the same position as before. This time though she deflated and took off the gag. Mind you I didn't have any time to appreciate my mouth's return to normality as she immediately fitted me with the dildo gag that I know she loves so much. But that was all I saw as then the blindfold was replaced over my eyes. Lastly I felt something being tied around the strap holding my balls. "So sorry to blindfold you sweetie" she whispered close to me "I know that you'd enjoy the view that's coming up so much, but this time it's all for me. You should know that I've attached a rope to the strap around your balls, and that rope runs under the table to the other end and back along the top. In a moment I'm going to position myself on that nice hard piece of plastic sticking out of your poor helpless face and I am going use it, and you, to bring myself off. Yes my sweetness, you are going to help, even with the limited movement your head can currently make. And if I don't think that you are being enthusiastic enough in your duties, well then I'll have to let you know by giving that rope a nice hard pull............so you'd better make sure that you keep me happy". She finished with a not too gentle slap to my balls and Susan then moved away. I heard her climb on the table and felt the dildo being directed into her slit as the warmth of her thighs again slid down either side of my head. Then I smelt the sweetness of her fanny as it nuzzled up somewhere near the end of my nose. From above me Susan gasped " You might not have realised, and of course cannot see, but I'm so wet there's no need for any lubricant. Now get moving". There was a jerk on my balls and I started working my head backwards and forward as as much as I could. And that dear reader, was how I spent the next half an hour or so. Susan used her hand at first but then the buzz of a vibrator filled the room. I quickly learnt after her first orgasm that I shouldn't assume that this session was going to stop after one. Susan's pull on the rope was accompanied with a curt "Keep going, I'm not finished with you yet". So I had to keep doing her bidding. The movement I was making was not so difficult as my face was resting on the table. Sometimes I thrust a bit further than normal and my nose came into contact with Susan's fingers or the vibrator, but other than that I was just there, being used and abused only for Susan's pleasure. I was not even getting the turn on that would have come if I'd been able to see. I don't know how many times Susan came, lying there on top of that table. There was an awful lot of moaning and I think that she had at least one multiple orgasm. It certainly was quite a few minutes between Susan telling me to stop, and her then climbing off the table.

In no time I was refitted with the inflatable gag and back typing my story...... and Susan was back trying to distract me. She started by laying into the exposed parts of my backside with her paddle again. Then, when she stopped, her hands went under the seat again to grope my dick and balls. Tiring of that eventually she picked up a flogger and started to whip my back. Light strokes were interspersed with some much heavier ones. I looked round to try to appeal to her with my eyes and got a very sexy view of her, booted legs apart as she gathered the strands of the flogger and made ready to strike me again. I did indeed catch her eye but any mute appeal fell on stony ground. "You'd be better off concentrating on your work than trying to appeal to my better nature............... because today I don't have one" and with that she quickly laid the flogger across my lower back, far enough over to ensure that some of its strands wrapped around my waist and stung my belly. I turned back to the computer. "So that's what it takes to keep you facing front is it? Well that can be arranged" and more blows were laid in the same place, with one or two coming close to hitting my dick.

When Susan tired of flogging me she went back to caressing my balls – except that this time she added the refinement of also using her mouth. I didn't realise just how sensitive my trapped balls had become until Susan took them both into her warm mouth and gave them a good suck. I let out a cry (one that was immediately silenced by the gag) as her tongue played with each of them, batting them backwards and forwards then releasing them so that they could be kissed, licked and sucked. I tell you, it was a real struggle to carry on with my 'work' above the desk as all that was going on under it. It did not help that part way through Susan had announced "you know of course that when I've finished I'll be punishing you for not concentrating on your work.............that's right I'll be fitting that extra strap I promised myself".

Now I was in the dilemma of being driven to distraction with the attention she was giving to my balls, wishing that she would stop, but also knowing that when she did she was going to add to my discomfort with that extra strap. I though to myself "Why did I turn round?" I mean I'd not done too badly by playing the game and a look from me was never going to stop Susan from doing what she wanted. Finally she stopped the oral workout of my balls. "Now for the fun part" she said and I felt the strap firstly being attached to the back of the wide strap around my balls, then it being drawn between them and finally being attached at the front. "That looks pretty" Susan said after she kissed each separated ball in turn and came out from under the seat, "Pretty painful that is. Would you like to see". I really had no choice so I looked round at Susan and nodded. Susan pulled me back from the desk and positioned a hand mirror between my legs. The wide strap had pushed my balls to the bottom of their sac and the little strap was separating them in two small parcels of tightly covered skin. They were already a deep shade of red, "I don't think that they could stand too much more attention so you'd better be good from now on" was Susan's ominous warning as she put away the mirror, pushed me back to the desk and picked up the flogger again.

So the rainy Saturday with Susan carried on. I was either teased to distraction or the recipient of Susan's brand female administered pain. At some stage the curtains were drawn to shut out the darkening sky and close off the wetness of the day outside. The attention wasn't only on me though. At one stage I was bent into my usual position at the dining table, but this time without any gag and with firm instructions to use my mouth on Susan's puffy, and very wet, pussy. The flogger was used on my back to provide the 'encouragement' this time as my oral worship, and careful following of her instructions/orders, brought Susan off several times. Later on Susan pulled me back a bit from the desk but instead of positioning me by the dining table she again secured my hands somewhere behind my head and then she sat, part on the desk/part on my lap facing me, and worked herself off with the vibrator. Here was this beautiful woman, her booted legs either side of my hard, available dick, laying back and playing firstly with her breasts and then with her fanny. Every so often she would stop, put the vibrator to one side and lean forward, arms around me and whisper in my ear how much she was enjoying what she was doing to me, that she loved to see me so helpless or what form of pain or teasing she thought that she would do to me next. As an added refinement to her teasing, every time she lent into me she would shift forward and grind her warm moist pussy against the end of my poor trapped dick. Then, when she leaned back to bring herself off again, my dick cooled as her juices evaporated from it. Once she even raised herself up, slipped just the head of my dick into her fanny, and then proceeded to bring herself off while looking at me and smiling. Imagine being in my position after that. Susan caressing and kissing my neck and between the kisses telling me how nice it had been to feel the head of my dick nestling in her fanny, that when she'd got off again she might put more straps around my dick (she did put another one on, half way between the base and head), or that she was going to take a pin wheel to my balls. I knew she was turning herself on even more each time she teased or tortured me but there was nothing I could do to stop her.

The evening was, by now, drawing on a bit and I was wondering what was going to happen. Would I perhaps be kept like this all night? I didn't think so but I'd been gagged again after eating Susan out for the n th. time so I could not ask - even if I'd dared. Susan was back under the chair and teasing my dick with her mouth and hands. I knew, of course, that she wouldn't allow me to come, and that the extra strap that had been put around it earlier was in any case only going to add to stopping any sort of release. But it was exquisite to have her mouth working on my dick. It was then that I heard her say "now lets fit this". Unlike the straps earlier nothing had been shown to me so I'd no idea what she was going to do, and, pressed as I was right up to the desk's edge, I couldn't see anything. So it was with some trepidation that I felt something on the head of my dick and then it being enclosed as something was rolled down part of its length. At the same time my nose picked up the faint smell of rubber. Susan's hands pulled and pushed whatever she had put on my dick as far down as it would go, there was some fiddling around the base of my groin and then she came out from under the chair. "Its starting to get late" she said "and I've noticed that you are making the paragraphs longer and longer, perhaps to avoid some of the breaks that I've planned". I moaned and Susan laughed as she released the padlock holding my cuffed hands to the desk and pulling the chair back a bit before applying the wheel brakes. "Don't worry I'm not going to punish you again" she said as at the same time she bought her face close to mine and looked into my eyes, "Unless that is, you want me to". She studied me for a moment and then laughed "What I have in mind for the end of the evening is a bit of fucking". Of course I brightened up when she said this. "The only problem" she added with a mocking gleam in her eye "is that I don't want to untie you yet and I know that I won't get much of your dick into me sitting on you like I did earlier .....................and you know how much I like a good deep fucking...........so, I've fitted this" and she backed away and bent my head downward. Despite all that had gone on today I was still surprised to see that my own dick had been covered in a sort of black substitute cock which added a couple of inches to its length. I could see that it ended just above where the second strap was cutting into my dick's flesh. Some sort of securing straps then ran down both sides of my dick but I couldn't see to where. "Its a penis sheath" Susan said as she lifted my arms over my head and secured them once again. "Its made of very stretchable rubber so it makes a very tight fit to your lovely dick. Of course, because its so tight it means that there is a loss of, err, what shall I call it, .............sensitivity". She laughed as the realisation came over me, "that's right lover, your not going to be feeling very much at all of what is about to happen. And what with that, and the straps your already wearing, your not going be be shooting your load either". Susan's leather gloved hand grabbed my dick and stroked the rubber right by its head and I knew at once that she was right. I could feel something was there but it was just that, a vague feeling of 'something'. She went on "the sheath is tied onto to the other straps so its not going to come off either. And that's good because I'm planning on making this a good finale to today" Susan came and sat on my lap again and was about, I thought, to slide onto my dick when she stopped. "I've forgotten though sweetie, you were wanting to be punished". I tried to shake my head but Susan had already taken a firm hold of my gagged cheeks. "don't worry I'll sort something out for you" and she jumped off my lap and went behind me . I tried to call out, to tell her that no, that wasn't what I wanted at all. But I was back in the inflatable gag and it is very efficient at stopping any cohesive sound. So all that came out were a lot of moans. I looked over my shoulder to try to attract Susan's attention but all I could see was her pert bum as she bent to pick something up. "Oh you naughty boy with all that noise and looking round" she said, coming to stand by my side "I was going to only put two of these weights on your ball strap but as you've been so bad I think that I'll make it four" I moaned again...... but this time inwardly. She crouched down, sliding her body down mine, and then reached under the chair, grabbed my balls and pulled them towards her. I could feel Susan attach each weight but it is was only when her other hand stopped holding them up that I realised what my poor balls were expected to support. Susan stood up, came round in front of me and again straddled my thighs. She positioned the head of the sheath against the entrance to her fanny and with a rising cry, drove herself right down its length in one smooth movement until she was face to face with me. The jerk on my body set the weights on my balls swinging and I couldn't help letting out a low groan. Susan laughed and started to kiss me and caress my body as she started to slowly rise and fell on my lap. "Does it hurt then? And there's no trade off for you by being able to feel my tight fanny, is there? Well, you just be a good boy and keep quiet while I fuck your helpless dick here. I'm going to have to have come at least five times before I climb off this lovely hard baby" I inwardly moaned, "five times". My tender balls were already sore as the weights started to rhythmically swing back and forth. Could I last, could I keep as quiet as Susan wanted me to while she got her rocks off five times? She took my face in both hands and looked deep into my eyes as she continued to gyrate on the sheath. "And do you know what's going to happen then? When I've come all those times but you are still so, so hard and can't do a thing about it. What do you think hmmm? That's right, your going to be chained back to that desk and type down what I've just been doing to you in every last detail. And when that's finally done I've decided that I'm still not going to release you. Today has been such good fun for me I've decided that I am going to take you upstairs and chain you at the foot of my bed. Your wrists will kept be well out of the way of your dick but I'll probably leave the sheath on just to make sure you can't hump the carpet". I groaned and Susan laughed. "But sweetie, the good bit is that tomorrow morning when I wake up I'm going to sit in bed and read through what you've written today. If I like it, if you've made a good story of it and, more importantly, if it turns me on, then I promise that I'll take you into my bed, take that sheath right off and suck and fuck you till you shoot your load of boiling cum".

A brief feeling of relief came over me. I was pretty sure that I'd made a good fist at writing down what had happened today, and I knew from previous experience that Susan always came good on her promises. But now her movements were becoming faster, causing the weights to swing ever more wildly, and Susan's breath was again coming in shorter and shorter gasps. She smiled at me "of course once you've come, once you've shot your load into whatever hot waiting hole I decide to reward you with, well, then I am going to lock you into the chastity that I bought last week, bring you back downstairs, tie you to this chair again and we can start all over again on Sunday's story". Her breath was coming even faster and I knew that she wouldn't be long "I am planning all sorts of interesting items for you then. You know, clothes pins. a swat for every spelling mistake, that mink fur glove that you like so much, scratching my long nails right over your poor balls, all of those sort of things" As the climax approached Susan pulled me to her and buried my face in her chest. "But do you know the best thing about tomorrow?" she breathlessly murmured above my head "the chastity is fitted with Kali's teeth so you won't even be able to get hard and every time that you try to the teeth will stop you. So everything about tomorrow, the punishment and the teasing will be torture for you, while I will get to have all the pleasure". I have absolutely no doubt that it was that very thought which pushed Susan over the edge. But as she came, crying out as she held me tightly while rocking on top of my bound dick, my thoughts were already on tomorrow and the pleasure and pain it would bring.