"Now... what to do?" Sharon repeated, studying Jim and trying to think of a good way to teach him a lesson. She knew Jim had planned for her to wear the collar and she could imagine what he would have made her do. Then she got an idea.
"Okay Jim, I command you to strip naked. Throw all your clothes on the floor and stand there." While Jim helplessly did as instructed, Sharon went and got a study wooden chair. "Sit here and wait," she ordered next. She left the room again and returned a few minutes later with a variety of things: a short length of rope, some old pantyhose, a torned up bedsheet and some tape. Using this makeshift bondage material, Sharon tied the naked Jim firmly to the chair.
"There," she said when she was finished, getting a kick out of Jim's confused and embarrassed expression. "Now Jim, you like to fantasize about a lot of women, don't you?"
Jim didn't want to answer and get himself into even more trouble, but he couldn't resist. "Mrf," was the best he could say through the ball gag, but he also nodded.
"I thought so," Sharon said. "I've seen all those celebrity magazines you have in your room, as well as the porno sex books you think you have cleverly hidden under your bed. Listen carefully to me, Jim. I want you to imagine all those women you lust for together in a field. They are all naked, all dancing and playing with themselves and all the things you dream of. I want you to become horny. I command you to. More horny than you have ever been in your whole life. Think about sex with those women. I want your cock to become a throbbing piece of steel, so stiff it hurts. It will stay rock hard. Your nipples will be tingly and you whole body will crave sex. You are desperate for sex. You can't stop thinking about it. But no matter what, you can't orgasm. Not matter what you think about or how much you want it, you cannot have an orgasm. Not until I say you can."
Sharon stepped back to admire the results. Jim had a hard on like she had never seen before. He struggled against his bonds and looked at her pleadingly. She reached out a finger and teasingly ran it over the head of his cock. "Impressive. I'll bet it's uncomfortable, having a shaft this hard and no way to get any release. Perhaps I'll let you... when I get back." Sharon retreved Jim's wallet from his pants. Not a lot of cash in there (no surprise), but enough to buy herself a couple of things. "I'm going shopping, Jim. I shouldn't be gone more than... oh, three or four hours. I'm sure you'll be fine until I get back."
Sharon turned and walked out smiling, listening to Jim's desperate calls to her that were blocked and muffled by the ball gag. A few hours of this sexual hell would teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
Tue May 1 08:43:22 2001