The chair feels scratchy on my skin. I guess people don’t usually sit in office chairs naked, though, so they probably don’t take that into account. Maybe it’s uncomfortable for girls in short skirts, though? I never thought about that before. If I twist my hips I can swivel the chair around from left to right. I’d like to spin it all the way around, but I don’t want to bang into anything and hurt my knees, so I won’t. I wonder what’s taking her so long. I wish she hadn’t blindfolded me. Left, right, left, right. It was sexy at first, but now I’m getting kinda bored. My dick isn’t hard any more. I’m just sat here, handcuffed to a chair. Wait, is that her? The soft nearly-crunching of socks over carpet, the brush of material against a door. Her hand comes to rest on my shoulder companionably.
I hear clicking. Is she using the computer? The rapid-fire staccato of the keyboard is followed by the haphazard click. click click. click, of the mouse. What is she doing?
“Hey babe” her voice is breathy in my ear, “are you comfortable?” she giggles, “those cuffs aren’t too tight are they?”