Surviving a boring Con[F]erence call

“Are you ready?”

She looked up at me with a broad grin on her face as she nodded. Her thunderstorm gray eyes twinkled with anticipation.

“I’m ready.”

“Good”

I smiled in anticipation as my cock started to get hard just thinking about the spectacle I was about to stage manage and see.

We had started to plan this scene a few days ago. Hope had swore up a storm that I could hear from my home office. She was in the spare bedroom that we had converted into her office during the stay at home pandemic. Usually we could go hours without hearing much being our Spotify playlists adding ambiance or the vague hum of conference calls running long. Somehow our relationship which was barely a relationship before the first shelter in place order has been working. She had gotten out of a long relationship last fall and had been living with her sister’s family. I knew her sister in a professional context and we had met for dinner and drinks in January and clicked. Within three hours of meeting, she was riding my face. Beyond good to great sex, she was smart, sassy, and easy to be relaxed around. When the epidemiologists that I knew were freaking out about COVID, I asked if she wanted to shelter in place with me at the end of February instead of being stuck with her sister, her brother in law and three elementary school age nieces.

Her curses were due to a message from her department chair. The entire school would be having a two hour long Zoom call to discuss campus re-opening. The plan was to pretend that everything would be back to normal by the middle of August. It was a farce. She knew that. Most of her colleagues knew that. And yet they would be bullshitted for two hours straight. So she swore.

I asked her if I could surprise her in a way to make that conference call tolerable. She raised an eyebrow two nights ago and agreed. I spent a few hours preparing her surprise. The first hour was plotting and the rest was construction.

“Take off your clothes, and fold them up”

She smiled at me as she gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. She kicked off her sandals, and then her toned arms reached down to mid thigh and slowly brought the purple shift dress over her head. Her long brown hair cascaded as she shook herself out of the dress. She leaned over and displayed her ass to me, shaking it, teasing me as I love her ass. Two handfuls of powerful muscle and an asshole that could break my cock in half if I did not use enough lube. As she wiggled her cotton underwear off her hips, she smiled mischievously as she wondered what I had in mind to make her conference call far more exciting than it should be. Her lips were already starting to puff up in excitement and I could see a hint of pink peek out from her neatly trimmed bush. Finally she stood up and reached behind her back to unlease her bra clasp. A moment later, her breasts, an almost perfect handful, were released. I could not tell if it was the air conditioning or her excitement, but her nipples were hard and I had to struggle to not pinch them or put them in my mouth.

I kissed her gently on her forehead.

“Good listening. Now close your eyes, and hands behind your back.” She complied. I slipped a hood over her head and pulled a draw string tight around her neck. Her world was now dark. I then took a zip tie and secured her wrists behind her back. I could not help myself as I inhaled her scent off her shoulder and my right hand slid over her hip and down her thigh to her knee. My hands could roam all over her body for hours on end. She melded herself against me and tried to find my hand with her cunt.

I denied her that chance. I clipped a dog’s leash over her bound wrists and secured her to the steel spiral staircase that goes up the loft.

“Stay here for five minutes”

“Yes, please….” her response was muffled as she tried to respond through the hood. She started to shuffle impatiently as I went to my office and took a chair that I had modified last night to her room. It was a simple wooden chair that I had stored in the closet for the few times when I need my dining room table to seat more than four people. I was willing to sacrifice this chair as the table set was fifteen years old and well past the point of replacement.

I also took a small bag of supplies with me to her office. I looked over my shoulder and Hope was still waiting to discover my surprise. Her hips swayed. her feet tapped. her fingers were digging into her ass.

I placed the chair in front of her computer. I inserted her blue-tooth enabled rabbit vibrator into a hole in the chair and secured it. Anything short of an elephant sitting on the silicone rubber dong would not displace it. I looped rope onto the front legs of her chair. Finally, I applied a more than adequate dollop of lube on both the ears and the shaft.

I smiled as I turned and dug into my bag for a few more supplies.

I walked out and kissed my lover’s shoulder. My fingers rolled one nipple until she was hard and fully erect. I shifted my lips and kissed her other shoulder blade and switched my fingers’ attention. Both nipples were hard. I lowered my lips and rolled my tongue around her nipple. I ate her moan and sucked harder for a moment until my teeth gently closed around her sensitive, erect flesh. She yelped. I chuckled and stood up and stepped back for a moment, admiring the light glean of sweat on her shoulders and the thin lines of my salivia on her breasts. I could not wait for long, as I took out the first alligator clamp. I opened the jaws up and held up her breast in my free hand while I lined up the clamps with their target. She jumped. I smirked. Before the pain could settle, I repeated the effort on her left breast. I could hear her breathing accelerate and become shallow as she tried to adjust to the unanticipated pain. As she was struggling to control herself, I attached a very short chain between the two clamps and hung a few lead weights onto the chain and between her cleavage.

I am a bastard.

I unhooked the leash that had kept her connected to the staircase. And then I hooked my finger over the chain hanging between her small breasts and I jerked her forward. I led her to her office and brought her in front of her new chair. I snipped the zipties that secured her wrist.

“Go into a quarter squat”

She was shaking out her hands and descended to a good powerlifting stance that if we were trying to move her body weight over her head, she would have been ready to explode. I went to my knees and stared at her increasingly wet pussy. I kissed the inside of her thighs for a moment, an appertif of pleasure, mainly mine and not hers as this was just frustration. My left hand stabilized the rabbit while my right hand began to press down on her thigh.

She moaned as she felt my fingers spread her labia apart and the lubed up vibrator began to penetrate.

“Sit”

She sat and sank the dildo all the way into her needy cunt. I made sure the ears were pressuring her clit and turned the vibrator to the lowest setting. She sighed and leaned forward slightly. A little gasp of pleasure escaped as pressure on her clit increased. Even as she was beginning to enjoy my torture, I quickly looped some of the prepared ropes over her ankles, her calves, above her knees and middle of her thighs.

I cinched her legs tight to the chair and slightly spread. I looped a rope three times around her waist and weaved it through the slats in the chair back. One more cinch and then her lower body was well secured to the chair. Her breathing was shallow and fast as she was trying to balance both the pleasure in her cunt and the pain on her nipples. I did not help her as I pulled down on the weighed chain hanging between her breasts to produce a gasp. I let the chain go and then took the hood off. She blinked and her eyes went from wide to narrow to accomodate the sudden rush of light She looked around and smiled.

“You bastard.. this is going to make the meeting go on forever”

“I know.”

I left the room for a minute to pick up a brush and a simple blouse and a white cotton bra. I brought her clothes back into the room.

“Look presentable from the waist up.”

“Yes” She took the brush and started to untangle some of her hair. Anytime that she stretched too far, her nipples reminded her to constrain her movement. Four minutes later, she was at least superficially ready for her meeting. Her bra was back on. I had to help her hook the clasp in back. If I was looking at her on a Zoom call, I would not be able to tell that she was half a minute from an orgasm or that her nipples were clamped as she was trying to ride a dildo despite being restrained.

“Ready?”

“I, I think so”

I tied her forearms and wrists to the arms of the chair. She had enough flexibility to move her mouse and click on anything that she needed. I gave her the mouse and pushed the chair into her desk. She told me her password for the Zoom and I logged her in. Just before the meeting started, I kissed her gently and then turned the vibrator from gentle to powerful pulsations as I walked out the room.

“I have calls for the next three hours. Call me if you need anything, I’ll be in the living room working”

“Bastard.”

For the next three hours, I routinely glanced over my shoulder every few minutes. Whenever one of my conversations descended into either logistics or buzzword bingo, I changed the vibrator setting.

At the end, she could barely walk after I released her from her chair.

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