Staring at him with wide-eyed reproach, she twisted about and flexed her arms against the sheath, knowing full well that the restraint was quite escape proof. She saw little point in resisting further as he led her over to the other side of the room where stood a square, leather covered stool. Upon this he sat before manoeuvring her onto his knee, not sideways, but facing him with her legs either side of his. In this position, he found the sight of the lace ruffle stretched over her shaven sex, barely hiding what it was meant to conceal, even more appealing than if she had been totally naked. He supported her with an arm about her waist, whilst with his free hand he took hold of the ruffle where it passed between the cheeks of her behind, stretching it back and forth between her parted legs. With the pull of the bondage glove thrusting her breasts close to his face, he sucked and tongued once again about the nipples, keeping them hard and deep pink. Annette closed her eyes and sighed through the ball gag. It might be worth her being helpless after all, she thought. Just this once.

After a while he stopped and whispered, 'God, I could eat you.'

He eased her off his lap to stand before him then slid down from the seat onto his knees in front of her as he had once before. On this occasion he was free to do as he pleased whereas now she was not. Placing hands about her thighs he kissed and brushed his lips about the elasticated ruffle, pushing it aside with his tongue, never quite reaching but hovering close to the heat of her pussy, making her quiver. His hands glided over the steel-smooth nylon of her stockinged legs, down to the silver sandals and back again, feeling her tense in anticipation and hearing her catch her breath each time his mouth came close to the focus of her pleasures. Rising to his feet, he turned her around, took her by the shoulders and pushed her towards the black curtain hanging behind the arch. Annette at once resisted, twisting her head to let out a sharp, 'Mmm-mmm!'

Ignoring her protests, he propelled her firmly along until they reached the curtain, which he pushed aside, forcing her through. The rose-pink lights were already switched on as he half walked, half carried her across the carpet. It was obvious to Annette which of the sinister objects was to be their destination. The chrome fittings gleamed, the levers, bars and black hanging straps of the chair awaited with open arms - a robot insect rising up to seize its prey.

Annette twisted about to escape his grip, working her sheathed arms from side to side, letting out a series of stifled protests, one of which, 'Ooo hig!' was just comprehensible. The palm of his hand descended across her behind with a resounding slap, then he half pushed, half lifted her around onto firm black leather. He held her in the seat with one hand, her restrained arms pushed back into the upholstered leather support, whilst with the other he buckled the strap about her waist. With both hands free, for Annette could no longer rise from the chair, he buckled a second strap about her neck, immobilising her head against the padded rest.

His time had been well used during her long stay in the shower and he was confident about adjusting the chair, and with it Annette, exactly the way he had planned. The lever that enabled him to tilt the chair and lock it into position was simple to operate and in moments Annette was inclined as far back as he considered necessary. Next were the two chrome extension bars, each hung with leather straps and protruding upwards and outwards from the sides of the chair to terminate in a padded, U-shaped support. As muffled objections continued he lifted apart her legs, placed an ankle into each of the two supports then buckled a strap tightly about each ankle and each thigh. Saliva glistened on the ball gag but her protests subsided. Nor did they resume even when he adjusted and relocked the extensions to hold her legs further up and apart.

The look of satisfaction was clear on Mike's face as reached down to release the small hooks at her waist, pulling the lace ruffle from under her, dangling it before her angry eyes then casting it onto a nearby table. Mounted on display before him, her spike heels pointing upwards and out, Annette watched Mike loosen his belt and lower his jeans to reveal blue cotton shorts. His arousal being obvious, she expected him to slip the shorts off but he narrowed his eyes at her and walked around the chair, stooping to kiss her on the forehead before turning to the table where, next to the tiny garment just removed, lay a black, three-tailed strap. Picking this up, he moved around the back of the chair only to reappear at her right.

'Now,' he smiled, 'I reckon it's time we warmed you up a bit.'

Her alarm was instant when she saw the strap swinging from his right hand and muffled protests resumed. Leaning over, he swung the strap sharply against her exposed behind, seeing her jerk against the restraints with a sharp, 'Ahhhh!'

Stroke followed stroke in rapid succession about her behind and upper thighs, each accompanied by a cry and a jolt of her bound body. When he ceased wielding the strap, that part of her which had fallen under its sting was suffused with irregular pink blemishes. Her eyes blazed helpless indignation as he put the strap aside but he knew this was no time to hesitate, no time to lose his resolve or to consider what the consequences of his actions might be. Leaning over, he kissed her on the cheek, saying, 'Rough with the smooth, sweetheart, OK? Now relax and enjoy what I'm about to do with your gorgeous body.'

He was true to his word. True, that is, if one took the body to begin at the breasts and end between the legs. He teased, sucked and once more aroused her teats to reddened prominence before pressing kisses on a leisurely yet relentless course downwards over her warm stomach. Full rein was given to his tongue once he reached her pussy, spreading the sex-lips, teasing the clitoris to hardness, penetrating the nectared love-shell as skilfully as ever he had. And despite the punishment she had suffered - despite the humiliation, Annette could not suppress a craving for carnal satisfaction that had begun as a trickle and now was becoming a flood. The electric dance of his tongue was drawing her into a golden whirlpool of pleasure and she could not, would not, pull free from its inexorable grip. Her eyes started wide as he backed away but it took him only moments to slip off his shorts, rise up and enter her to the hilt with the hard and burning strength she so desired. Annette moaned louder with each urgent stroke until both cried out, plunging as one into the vortex of orgasm.