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Jeff slips into bed with his sister.

His hands on her shoulders caused a rippling thrill and her heart raced as the jacket slipped off her shoulders, his fingers deliberately caressing the backs of her arms as she stepped away from the jacket. As he looked into her eyes, he saw the need and desire burning within her. Taking her hand firmly, he led her up to the table for the special meal he had prepared for her.

The table was candlelit, and would have been romantic in any other setting. But her eyes were riveted to the chair. Strong and solid, she could not miss the hooks on the legs and arms, and the padding at the head. She stopped, but he did not let her go. His firm hand guided her to the chair, even as his eyes held hers and gave no answer to the questioning look she gave as she sat. A deep sigh as she settled into the seat confirmed His knowledge of her needs.

The rope felt right in his hands.....and it felt right that her legs should be bound tightly to the chair, the loops pressing her sculpted calves against the solid wood until she gasped slightly. She felt the wraps around her forearms, pulling them down until the only position left to her was to put her head back against the pillowed head of the chair. She tensed and flexed her wrists, knowing that the bonds would not give way. He knew that soon her arms and legs would begin to ache. He counted on that, and smiled in that knowledge.

Now he removed her shoes. Her naked feet dangled slightly, elevated from the 3" heels she had worn. The cool air between her toes would soon be replaced, as he stood and grasped a candle from the table. Her eyes widened, racing with the thought of what was to come. She tried to move her feet, but her heels were lodged against the side of the chair legs and her wiggling only drove bright points of pain into her ankles from the sharp edges of the chair legs. He wanted her to see......that was why he had not blindfolded her. She watched in fascination and fear as the candle tipped...and bit back a scream when her foot was coated with the hot white wax. It ran between her toes and dripped down, burning the arch of her right foot. Her left leg pulled tight reflexively, and the chair leg was a knife against her calf. Tears came to her eyes.....and in those tears, He saw her need and smiled.

"It would be a pity to have only one, wouldn't it?"

Her mouth begged for respite....He strode to the table, took a roll and pressed in into her mouth. She nearly choked on the yeasty gag.

"That is merely the first thing your mouth will hold tonight, my dear. Are you comfortable now?"

Her head shaking, he nodded and went back to the table for the red candle.


This time, he took her foot in his hand, and held each toe apart. Her ankle screamed in protest, her aching calf cramping and knotting, the roll fell from her mouth and a gasping cry escaped. He slapped the arch of her foot and she cried. The blow from his hand to her cheek left a stinging impression on the flesh, a red print where he remembered her dimples to be......she drew several ragged breaths, sobbing. He stood over her, holding her chin in his hand.

"Eat only when I feed you."

Now an apple came from the fruit basket. His hand pressed against her jaw, opening her mouth impossibly wider than she had imagined. The apple was solid and tart. Her teeth were pinned into the fruit, her jaw pried open and unable to bite. The juice trickled down her chin, mixing with her saliva as she helplessly drooled on her sheer white blouse. She could feel the moist area growing over her left breast, spreading toward the nipple that pressed hard against the light fabric. His hand under her skirt grasped the light panty she had worn. His fingers curled around the crotch, knuckles pressing painfully against her clit.

"You are unprepared. I am disappointed and will have to change that for you."

She tensed, knowing what was to come.

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