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By Bound Nightmares
Copyright 2009 by Bound Nightmares

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This is a work of adult fiction. If you are not an adult, this work is not for you. The characters are not real. The scenes and situations may or may not be possible. For your own safety and the safety of others, do not try to duplicate anything you read here. Severe injury or death may result. Remember: Safe. Sane. Consensual.

My girlfriend April, is what you would call a yoga fanatic: 2 hours a day, 7 days a week. I can be needy at times, and I started to complain that her yoga was more important to her than I was. Her first response was that I was more than welcome to start doing yoga with her. She could teach me. That wasn’t going to happen, and I let the argument go. About a week later, I was sitting in my chair watching the Buckeye’s play football, and April brings out her big Pilates ball. She also brings out the stretchy bands she uses to warm up. I had noticed before, that the long, colorful strips were actually latex rubber. Those, and her spandex leotard, were two of my favorite accessories to her yoga, but unfortunately, the leotard didn’t seem to be on the agenda. With a wicked grin, she tells me to shut-up as she shuts off the game. She slowly saunters over to me, swaying her hips, and pulls out the footrest on my Lazy-boy. She picks up the purple latex strip, and ties the end of it to my ankle. She wraps it around the footrest several times, pulling it very tight before tying the remaining end to my other ankle. In 30 seconds, she had immobilized my legs. Picking up another band, she orders me to hold out my arm. After securing it to my wrist, the band goes under the chair, and pulls it our on the other side. She pulls it as tight as she can before looping it abound my free wrist and securing it. She runs her last band around both elbows and the back of the chair, looping it twice. This strip of latex is thinnest, so it stretches more than the others. Finally, she drops her jeans, revealing her soaked, cotton panties. “That really turned me on,” she says, “so these are going to be extra flavorful. Open up.” After meekly opening my mouth, she pulls out a pair of pantyhose she had been hiding. She puts the crotch of the hose over my head, wraps both legs around my head once to secure the panties in my mouth, and finally ties the legs together behind the chair. I’m truly stuck, and in heaven, but then she walks away.
She returns a few minutes later, with a new leotard. This one is a deep, iridescent blue. I also notice that it is a little small on her as her breasts seem to be trying to rip the seams apart. As she stops before me, my eyes drop to the magical camel toe. Following my eyes, she smiles and begins.
“You are such a pathetic bitch, whining about how we don’t spend enough time together. I’ve decided that this is the solution to your problem. I’m going to tie you up every day, and your going to sit there, fully clothed, and watch me exercise. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to position myself, so when I do the downward facing dog, you get a good show.
After I’m done, I’m going to peel off this leotard, and climb up on that chair. I’m going to lock my wet, sweaty pussy on your mouth, and force you to eat me out. If you please me, I will let you go. If you don’t please me, I’m just going to clamp my legs down so tight you won’t get any air, and pass out. Then I’m going to whip your pathetic little cock until that makes me cum, and leave you bound for the rest of the night. Tomorrow morning, I will climb back up on your face and let you try again. Fail me twice, and I might just rip your little pecker clean off. Now, you just sit tight while I go exercise.”
With that she starts to bend backwards over the large rubber ball. She splays her legs to give me a great view of the spandex stretching even tighter over her mons. It looks like my dinner is self-basting.

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