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[shitglasses]

the TIED TO A CHAIR meme

Look, I'm not here to judge, but you seem to be tied to a chair. Dunno how you got there. That's not my business. The scenario could be kinky, or it could be... the opposite of kinky. It could be fraught and emotional, or it could be a prank. The circumstances are up to you to decide. But, uh... look, the important question is: what are you gonna do about it?

• Top level. Please include any notable or relevant details about what you want to do (spiciness level? or something darker? or both?), as well as anything important another character may notice about why... your character is tied to a chair.
• Comment around! Will you free characters from their chairs, or let them linger?
• Have fun! (Or else.)

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[valter]

[ Valter is paying too close attention to her not to notice the way she deflates at his words. She must feel called out. He must be right. That small thing drastically softens the image he has of her in his head. She isn't half as tough as she tries to be, is she? ]

Wow. You like this.

[ And so does he. Jane is still obviously not screaming out of pain. He pulls on her tits but lets her nipples slip from his hold. She can talk, she can breathe, she can scream. His hands go to the belt again; she could stand to have it tighter. He braces a hand against the back of her neck over the belt and tightens it down another notch. ]

Feel good when it hurts huh slut?

[ Then he violently swats the tips of her tits before pinching them again and twisting his knuckles underneath them and tugging. ]

[copacetic]

[ Oh God, oh no, what's happening?! Jane feels the belt tightening around her throat, while his hand rests on the back of her neck. She gags a little, in terror, feeling her breath constricting. If she could move more, she'd struggle, but her bindings don't allow it.

She does give a defeated nod when he asks if she likes it when it hurts. She does like it although she hates that she likes it. And she gasps for air again, as much as she can. It feels like she can't fill her lungs the way she wants; talking is certainly beyond her.

She would scream if she could when he pinches her tits. That's when she realizes it: she's coming again. She hates herself for it, but she can't stop it. Her whole body is awash in sensation and she hates it, but she's helpless to stop it. She might as well feel like someone undergoing an electric shock under his hands. ]

[valter]

[ Getting a real, actual full breath of air into her lungs is made into an impossible challenge. It's a rigged game with just enough leeway to leave her with deadend hope. What scraps of hot, stuffy air she can manage to suck in are all she gets under the hood. It does get easier the more calm and collected she can remain. She evidently likes that.

It looks very much as though all the energy Jane can no longer express through screaming is trapped inside of her and causing her body to jolt and jerk. Not even five minutes have passed since Jane orgasmed on the phone. ]

That's it. [ He coos her. ] Let it all out, Jane.

[ And at the same time he molests her like he might rip her tits off if only he tried a little harder. He yanks them out in opposite and alternating directions. Pinches and twists their sharp peaks. Flattens them beneath his hands before gathering them up and crushing them under his powerful grip.

After he lets go of her tits Valter raises his hands up and brings them down loudly on Jane's thighs. Her bare skin feels damp and hot and soft as he squeezes her, and he swears he can feel her getting hotter where he hit her. He slaps the insides of Jane's thighs, and again, and again and again. Between the hits his hands sometimes linger, wet with sweat and maybe more, stroking her legs up to her hips and back down.

When he's done beating on her thighs one of his hands presses in on the toy, deepening the sensation of its fervent vibrating. With the other hand he starts smacking her pussy through her sopping wet underwear with the tips of four fingers. ]

You're not done.

[copacetic]

[ Calm and collected?! How is she supposed to stay calm and collected in this situation? That feels like lunacy. It's all she can do not to just outright panic and starts gasping like crazy. She tries her best to ration her breaths, afraid any second she's going to faint or worse, but somehow she always manages to suck in just enough warm air to stay conscious.

He coos at her to let it all out, like a teacher or-- or-- or a lover. It makes tears well up in her eyes, although he can't see them. But the climax that courses through her is more evident, as is the way her body slackens when it finally ceases.

Then he abuses her tits again and she wants to scream and she can't, the noise trapped inside her. The intensity of pain and pleasure consumes her; she feel overheated and strange and she feels like her mind is going to break, or... or... or...

Her body jolts as much as it can in response to each fleshy smack on her thighs and the pain and pleasure combination is unbearable. She can feel her cheeks wet with tears but the throb of arousal is there, too, and she can't shake it.

He can hear her grunt and groan in response to him smacking her pussy, the only sounds she can make. It's too much! she wants to scream. Stop! I can't take it anymore!

But she can't get the words out. All she can do is endure and oh God, oh God, Oh God and he says she's not done-- but fuck, it's too much-- ]

[valter]

Good girl, you're still breathing. Can you hear the sounds your pussy is making, Jane?

[ He gives her three more smacks to demonstrate for her. ]

You want this. Let it happen. You're not hiding anything from me.

[ Valter draws both hands up her body, fingers wet with her. They press into her belly before separating; one hand edges aside the band of her underwear and the other continues upward, lifting her shirt with his arm as he goes. He gives her bare tits a squeeze and begins rolling one of her abused nipples between thumb and forefinger. The other hand settles comfortably between her legs with the vibrator caught by his palm. He pushes it in slow circles. Two probing fingers are forced inside her, and hook upward to stroke the roof of her cunt and squeeze her clit into the vibrator from underneath. ]