“Perhaps you need enlightening on the difficulties of ambidexterity, slave. Sit in the chair. I told you that you could try to ejaculate afterwards and now’s the time. You’re oh so desperately close, aren’t you? Sit down this instant!”
Morgan’s hesitation evaporated. He took my empty seat, wincing as he came down on that deep gluteal bruising. In a trice I’d tied him there, belts about the seat, waist and torso at both the shoulders and elbows securing him solidly to the sturdy mahogany. Scarves soon bound his ankles to the two rear chair legs and his right wrist was tied off to a slat twisted up around behind his back. Leaving just his left hand free and only below the elbow, I gave my sissy’s short brown hair a contemptuous tousle as I headed back toward the bathroom.
“Let’s see how ad
