Author's Note: This story is part of the collection 'The Bondage Tales' that has been published with A1Adultebooks.

It describes the nightmare experience of a female fetish sub in a bondage chair that goes wild...



The meeting dragged on and on and I hid a yawn behind my hand. I leaned back in the black leather conference chair and felt the garters slide seductively over my thighs as I crossed my legs. Suddenly I found it hard to concentrate on a boring PowerPoint slide showing the latest sales figures and my thoughts drifted away from this endless meeting, to him...

I really like him, because he's cute, horny and naïve. He did not have a clue about real sex when I first met him. Women are so much smarter when it comes to sex. After all, we have to! It is the one and only real stranglehold we have on this world. So I gently guided him from plain vanilla sex to the more interesting realms of bondage and BDSM. And did I have fun with him! A whole weekend! Hooked to the bed, blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed and a spreader-bar between his ankles. As I thought about that weekend a moist warmth spread through my loins and I had to struggle to sit still and not rub the inside of my thighs together, softly massaging my pussy...

The meeting finally came to an end and while I collected my papers one of the divisional managers tried to chat me up. But I knew what he really wanted so I politely brushed him off and left the room. I have no patience with guys who are only looking for one-night stands. And I heard a rumour that he was on his way out anyway; missed his sales targets for 3 quarters in a row. Not the way to get promoted in this company. And getting stuck with a loser is not what I want.

I made my way home during the rush hour crush in the subway. I hate the forced intimacy with total strangers that is imposed on you by this mode of transport. It does not matter whether you sit or stand; others are always pressing body parts into you. There's no escaping it and I always feel unclean afterwards So as soon as I entered the apartment I undressed and hopped into the bedroom for a quick luxurious shower. I decided I wanted to wear freshly laundered clothes and entered the spare bedroom where I kept my underwear.

And there I bumped into our latest toy, the EroChair®.

We had it just about a week now and I had tried it out a couple of times. Almost automatically I sat down in the chair and while I touched the gleaming surfaces my memories drifted back to my childhood.

I must have been 11 or 12 when I played a game with Suzy, the girl next door. She was the burglar who had entered my house and she tied me to a kitchen chair. Then she made off with my best comics, leaving me strapped helplessly to that upright chair. I wriggled and wrestled to get out of the bonds so violently that I upset the chair. It toppled sideways and as I squirmed I shifted my weight and the chair rolled over. I ended up hanging facedown in the ropes, with one taut rope that had slipped upwards between my thighs. It was lodged in my crotch, pressing deep into my pussy.

To my surprise the taut rope between my legs gave me strange feelings with every movement I made,. It was as if my whole body was tingling and all my nerves were tuned to that single spot where the rope bit into my pussy. The feeling grew more intense and I suddenly found I was moving my hips and rubbing my crotch rhythmically against the rope. I did not understand what was happening when my breath started to come in short gasps. I spread my legs wider and wider and the rope slid up and down deep between my pussy lips. Suddenly I cold no longer control myself and I rammed my pussy against the rope until I jerked and spasmed in my bondage and hung spent in the ropes.

I had had my first orgasm.

Several times I had tried but had never been able to recreate that intense first time feeling. That is, until we found this wonderful chair. It is the ultimate luxury in self-bondage and masturbation, especially because you can set a timer to release you, instead of messing about with keys embedded in ice-cubes. It is controlled by two programs (hers and his) and has adjustable arm and leg supports and a pneumatically powered dildo and butt-plug. The sexual sensation it provides is awful and just sitting in the chair gave me a queer feeling in my stomach. I looked at my wristwatch and saw I had plenty of time before he came home.

OK, just a quickie then, to get in the mood for tonight...

To enjoy the chair even better I decided to dress in my fetish outfit. So from the dresser I fished out a leather strap bra that just encircles the breasts, a shiny latex garter belt, black stockings and high-heeled pumps with ankle straps. Then I donned a leather collar with two D-rings, one in front and one at the back. I completed the fetish outfit by strapping a red-rubber ball-gag into my mouth.

As I stepped in front of the full-length mirror a shiver of excitement ran through my body The leather straps nicely pushed up my breasts and the swollen nipples stood out hard and stiff. The six-inch heels gave me long, dancer-like legs outlined by the sheer black stockings. And the garters framed a nicely trimmed bush of pussy hair.

I felt a wetness in my crotch as I sat back in the chair and slipped the leather cuffs around my ankles and just above my knees. Next came the waist restraint and then I could lay back. I fastened the D-ring at the back of the collar to a hook in the chair, closed the shoulder straps, put on the nipple clamps and finally slipped my arms into the cuffs above the elbows and around my wrists.

I was all set now and with quivering fingers I selected program #1 (Hers) on the selector box just under my right hand and set the timer to 30 minutes.

Then I pressed the 'START' button.

With a whirr of electric motors a taut steel cable pulled the cuffs and restraints tight, effectively locking me into the chair. Then the chair tilted slightly backwards and the arm and leg supports swung outwards, spreading me wide open. The well lubed butt-plug pushed up and I wriggled a bit until it slid between my buttocks and almost disappeared inside me. Then a flexible arm, ending in a dildo, rose between my legs and pressed slightly against my vaginal slit

I lay back and while I tried to open my legs a little bit more I waited excitedly for the next step in the program, the hiss of pneumatics, followed by the slow, inescapable penetration of the dildo.

Suddenly I heard a whirring noise that I did not recognize. The flexible arms ending in nipple clamps suddenly rose up on both sides of the chair, hovered in mid-air for a moment and then sharply jerked my erect nipples. A white flame of pain shot through my whole body and I jumped against the restraints. Then the clamps started moving up and down, holding my nipples in a painful grip between their serrated claws. I tried to move my breasts away but the shoulder and waist restraints suddenly tightened even more and I lay immobilized. While the clamps rhythmically pulled at my nipples I noticed the dildo was circling my vaginal slit. It was just pushing the lips apart but not penetrating, as if waiting for something. It all frightened me. This was not the experience I had before. Something weird was going on. I hurriedly decided to end the session and find out what was wrong. Hastily I pushed the 'Panic Button' on the control box

Nothing happened

I pushed it again but without results. If anything the chair mechanism was going faster and more painful. I really panicked then and started to fight the chair, jerking at the arm and leg restraints and trying to get out of the shoulder straps.

As if in response to my efforts the chair just tilted further backwards and the seat changed shape from an L to a flat surface. The arm and leg supports moved further out, spreading me in a great X shape and my butt was lifted up, so that my pussy was wide open and available for anything. Then the dildo retracted and after a short pause another one rose between my legs. It was a big one of at least 4 Inches diameter. When this monster entered me I screamed, but the ball gag stifled it to a long moan The nipple clamps were now pulling in a furious rhythm and the dildo was pumping my pussy and the butt plug was vibrating and I was fighting the restraints until I finally came in a massive climax that shook the whole chair and left me exhausted.

The next thing I heard was the whirring of electric motors. The chair changed shape again. My feet were brought together, while the dildo and butt plug were retracted. Then, with a loud ratcheting sound, my ankles were cuffed together. The backrest pushed me upright as the arm supports circled inwards and met each other behind my back. Another loud 'Snap' and my wrists were cuffed together. Suddenly the steel cable slithered away and all remaining restraints and straps opened. The chair tilted sideways and I fell to the ground.

There I lay dazed and confused for a while. Looking up I noticed that our small guest TV was switched on and on its screen flickered a message: 'Come to the living room'

I straggled to my high-heeled feet. The ankle cuffs were so tight I could hardly move but I managed to reach the door and opened the lock by pushing the handle down with an elbow. But when I tried to step sideways to open the door, the ankle cuffs would not let me and I fell on my knees and rolled on my side. Tired and frustrated I got up again and managed to get through the door.

It took me several minutes of shuffling on my tightly bound high-heels before I reached the living room door. It was unlocked and I pushed it open. Then I froze.

There he was, sitting on the couch, with a large whisky and an even larger smirk on his face. A small coffee table full of mysterious equipment was set between the couch and our DVD/TV set.

He said 'Hi babe, enjoyed your new toy?'

Suddenly I understood it all. This had been his doing, somehow. The bastard!

In a blazing rage I tried to yell at him, but the gag was still in my mouth, so I just produced a number of nondescript sounds. I was furious and while I stood tottering with my ankles cuffed tightly together I tried to get out of my bonds. It was no use and I saw him grin and lazily get up. He walked over to me and fondled my erect nipples. I groaned because they were still sore and he fondled them none too softly. Then he hooked a finger through the front D-ring on my collar and pulled me after him as he walked back to the couch. I moaned against the gag and hobbled after him as fast as I could. There I stood for a moment until he gave me a push and I fell down on the leather couch.

He sat down next to me and put one arm around my shoulders. While he cupped one of my breasts with one hand , he used the other to pick up a remote control for the DVD Recorder.

I tried to shrug off his arm and yelled 'Unlock me!' but the only thing I could do was make moaning noises and nod towards my feet and arms.

'Oh, you want to get out of this?' was all he said

I nodded vigorously

"Well, maybe we'll wait a bit with that. We're not in a hurry, are we now?'

I was still furious and tried to kick his shins but he just moved his leg aside and smiled while he said 'If you go on like this, I'll keep you cuffed up all weekend. Do you remember? Insolent and disobedient little girls will be punished!'

I suddenly felt my body go cold with perspiration.

This was his revenge for the 'Bondage Weekend'!

Oh my God...

He said 'you surely like that chair, don't you?'

I nodded reluctantly.

'When you were away on that sales trip this week I decided to modify the chair a bit. It has an RS232C port, so it was fairly easy to hook it up to my laptop and the programming was fun. It's been a long time since I coded PLC type Assembler Language' he said with a smile.

I groaned as I thought 'Oh my God, I should have known!'

'Testing was a bit of a problem but I must say it worked out fine. You had quite a ride there!'

I scowled at him but he just grinned and said 'Want to see how it was?'

I stared wide-eyed at him. It could not be true...

'I got it all on DVD. You see, with all the effort involved I thought I might as well record the results, so I set up a hidden camera. Once you went inside, I started up my little video editing kit' and he proudly waved towards his laptop on the little table.'

'So now we have a nice video clip to show our friends, don't you think?'

I moaned 'No!' but he switched the DVD recorder on.

'Wanna see it?' he asked with a smirk.

Before I could do or say something the image came on.

And there I was, in my fetish outfit, strapping myself to the chair. The chair began its movements and the camera zoomed in on my face strapped tight against the headrest. Fascinated I watched my expression change from enjoyment to puzzlement and then to fear. Then the camera zoomed out and panned down along my arching body and my jumping hips that tried to meet the wildly pumping dildo.

I sat helplessly cuffed and still clad in my fetish outfit and whatever I tried I became excited again. My heart was beating fast and I felt wet between my legs. My body started to move involuntarily in sync with the moans and movements on the screen.

Then I felt his fingers slide slowly into my crotch and I lay back and opened up my legs and arched my back to present my breasts.

And while he toyed with my clit, he said:

'It's gonna be a long and busy weekend babe, with plenty of time for the chair"...