Alice woke up tied to the chair. The room was dark. No light showed through the curtains covering the window in her bedroom. She was naked, with wrists tied to the arms. Her legs were tied spread to the legs of the chair. The round head of the Hitachi vibrator sitting in a hole in the chair, just barely touching her pussy was getting her excited. All night, the vibrator, with a mind of its own, brought her to the brink of ecstasy, but never allowed her orgasm.

Her new employer had recommended the apartment complex as reasonably priced and in a good area. The wooden chair with the odd hole in the seat, and a few other serviceable pieces of furniture had been left by the previous tenant so the apartment was listed as "semi-furnished". The landlady had told her that the previous tenant had moved out suddenly and left most of her belongings and to keep what she wanted and throw out the rest. Alice was just out of college, starting a new job in a new city and low on cash, so the furniture was a nice surprise as was the cheap rent. The shoes and clothing were too trashy for Alice's taste and the woman had apparently possessed a very large bust and liked sky-high heels, but the clothes were out of the way, so she left them to sort out later.

Her first week at work went by quickly and Alice met a couple of her co-workers for drinks on Friday. Saturday went by quickly with laundry and unpacking. It wasn't until Alice went to bed Saturday night that the chair appeared in her dreams.

She was tied the same every time. The vibrator kept her on edge all night and Alice would wake the next morning horny and soaked. She tried several times that week to masturbate, but always drifted off to sleep before doing more than fingering herself a few minutes. Then she dreamt of the chair all night long.

Alice went to bed early Saturday night, determined to satisfy the sexual need that had grown every night, but again slipped off into a deep sleep before turning the vibrator on.

Like every night that week, Alice woke up, tied to the chair as before; in the dark room, the round head of the Hitachi vibrator sitting in a hole in the chair. But this time, a loop of scratchy rope tied around her waist, then pulled hard into her pussy, pulled her hips back in the chair. Struggling to reach the vibrator pulled the rope tight into her crotch, nearly cutting her in two. For the rest of the night, Alice struggled to reach the vibrator, crying out in frustration. She could arch her hips for short periods, enough to feel its promise of ecstasy, but never enough to orgasm. She started to enjoy the roughness of the rope on her clit.

When she woke up in her bed Sunday morning, she was determined to finally get an orgasm; Alice reached for her vibrator and switched it on.

Suddenly, she was back in the chair, tied as before, but also blindfolded and gagged with a ball in her mouth. The chair tormented her but never let her orgasm. The next time she woke, her alarm was going off and it was Monday morning. Hungry and exhausted, Alice showered and dragged herself into work.

The rest of the work week Alice was distracted by fantasies and her work suffered for it. The chair kept tormenting her at night, reinforcing the desire to do anything for an orgasm. The next few months were the same. Alice had not had an orgasm and was still being tortured by the chair.

Friday afternoon Alice was called into her boss' office. He looked stern and swiftly admonished her for the week's poor work performance. Finished with his dressing down, he asked Alice, "What do you have to say for yourself? What can you do to make up for such terrible work?"

Alice had the overwhelming urge to crawl under his desk and beg to suck his cock. But instead she steeled her resolve and said; "I'm sorry sir! I've had trouble sleeping this week and I've been very tired. I'll come in this weekend off the clock and fix what I can!"

"You do that and I'll check your work again Monday. Go home and get a good night sleep!"

Hurrying home, Alice ate a quick meal and went straight to bed, exhausted.

Suddenly, she was back in the chair, tied as before; blindfolded and gagged with a penis gag in her mouth. Alice started sucking on it and running her tongue around the base, imagining it was her boss. As she did, the vibrations got stronger. The harder she worked, the better it felt. She was a millisecond from coming when her alarm woke her up.

The weekend security guard leered at her when she checked in wearing the skimpy shorts and t-shirt, which barely contained her breasts. That it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra didn't help! In spite of the night's distraction and the security guard coming by several times to "see if she was okay" (and get another look at the nipples poking through her shirt), Alice managed to concentrate on her work and got most everything she had messed up fixed.

Home again, an exhausted Alice dropped into her bed. The previous night's dreams tortured her all night again; this time she had something pinching her nipples and she dreamed it was her boss's dick in her mouth and that night, for the first time in months, the chair let Alice come. Then it kept it up all night long until she was so weak she was barely able to move.

From then on, every night Alice woke up in the chair. She was naked, with wrists tied to the arms of the chair, her hands balled up and wrapped with tape. Her legs were pulled apart and tied to the back legs of the chair. Her long, blonde pony tail had been pulled back, arching her neck and forcing her head into a curve in the back of the chair. If she hadn't been blindfolded, she would only have been able to see the ceiling above. More rope circled her waist, pulling it tight to the form-fitting back of the chair. A spider gag held her mouth open to accept the penis that took her mouth. Zip ties circled her breasts, already purple and throbbing. An intruder sticking up from the chair into her ass and the round head of the Hitachi vibrator was sitting in a hole in the chair, just barely touching her pussy. Alice knew she would be struggling to arch her hips to get relief from that vibrator before the night was out, but that would strain her asshole against its invader. And the only way to come was to love that cock in her mouth. After 6 months she was used to it. She knew it would torment and torture her until it got what it wanted. She knew it demanded her soul. And Alice was ready to give in to the Chair.

Monday morning, Alice walked into her boss's office and without saying a word, stripped down to her stockings and heels and knelt on the carpet. She clasped her hands together behind her back and opened her mouth to accept his cock.