This is not Jeopardy.

I am sitting on the couch watching a little TV, just relaxing, when I hear you call me from the bedroom. I enter the room and pause; things are not as they normally are.

Near the end of the bed is a raised wooden platform. It is very narrow, barely wide enough to hold the high back wooden chair that sits atop of it. There is a rope tied to the top at each side of the back rest. Attached to that rope was another that was slung over the top railing of the canopy bed.

You are sitting in the chair, rocking it back slightly. You lean back on the two rear legs, the front are no longer touching the platform. In one hand, you hold the free end of the rope. You raise it slightly and the chair eases back further. You pull it down and the chair leans back forward. Ah, that is what the rope does; it holds the chair in place. A lever system got it. I think to myself.

My eyes scan the chair further and I notice the leather restraints on the arms of the chair and at the crossbar near the base. 

“Strip, then sit.” Your voice is firm, but quiet, barely more than a whisper. You stand up from the chair, stepping to the side. I look at you a bit unsure of what you are wanting of me. I must have stood there a second too long.

“I will –not- repeat myself!” You snapped.

I quickly remove my clothing and sit down and without a word you began securing the restraints around my wrists and ankles. You check the straps to ensure they are secure then step back, a wicked smile on your face. Then you slip the blindfold over my eyes.

“I have a little game for us to play. I am going to ask you some questions. Answer correctly and I will reward you. Answer incorrectly and…” You raise your foot and push against the seat of the chair tipping it back slightly. I gasp and jump slightly, feeling like I will fall and I hear you chuckle. “Good, that is the response I was hoping for.”

You start asking me questions, easy things; what day it is, what time it is, where are we, how did we meet? Each response is rewarded with a soft kiss or a gentle caress of my breast or clit. 

You lean down over me, whispering in my ear, “Play time is over, slut.Well, at least for you.”

The first question is about the history of the United States. I think for a moment before answering. As I open my mouth to speak, the chair jolts back again and I let out a little yelp of surprise.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? There is a time limit on how quickly you must answer.”

My fear of heights and falling is kicking in quickly. In the back of my head I know that I can only fall so far before the bed would catch me, but that rational part of my brain is not willing to work right now.

The next question comes, I can’t even remember what it was now, all I know is my heart is racing from the result of the first question. I blurt out some random answer. The slap to my breast is quick, hard and it stings. I can feel where each finger struck and know that the soft skin is turning red.

“Do not play dumb, you will not enjoy the consequences.”

The next question comes. I know the answer! I say it quickly, nearly shouting it to the room in my eagerness to answer. 

“Such enthusiasm, I love it.” You chuckle then I feel your fingers lightly trace the handprint on my breast before you kiss it softly.

Another question comes, I don’t know the answer, I tense up holding my breath waiting for what the punishment might be. Several long seconds pass and there is nothing. No sound, no movement. I sigh softly and relax. The chair tips drastically, nearly a foot drop and I scream.

Again, there is silence. All I can hear is my rapid breathing. My heart is pounding in my chest. The next question comes; again, I don’t know the answer. In frustration I speak out of line. “Can’t you ask me stuff I will know?”

The pain screams through my body as your fingers quickly pinch down on my clit. You hold the soft nub there tightly between your thumb and two fingers. I bite back the scream, trying to hold perfectly still.  You twist and roll my sensitive flesh between your fingers until I whimper.

The pressure is gone from my clit a moment later. “You can make the most wonderful noises at times.”

Several questions are asked and I know the answers to them all. I am not rewarded each time, but I am not punished either.

This goes on for nearly an hour. Questions and answers. Rewards and punishments. Pain and pleasure. The waves of emotions are overwhelming. I long for your touch yet fear how it will be applied. I anxiously await the next question, but am terrified I will not know the answer.

You ask the next question and I whisper my answer. “I don’t know.”

The chair rocks slightly then holds steady. A moment later it falls back completely to the bed. I scream again, even knowing I won’t go far, and then gasp as I land on the bed. 

I feel you climb onto the bed and position yourself at my head, looking down the length of my body. Your hand grabs at my face, squeezing my mouth open as you shove your hard cock between my parted lips. You then grab my throat, tightening your grip slightly, threatening to cut my air supply off.

You lean over me and begin thrusting yourself down my throat harder and faster, each thrust lingering inside just a little bit longer than the last.  The final thrust gags me as you hold your stiff flesh down my throat. I feel the pulsing of your muscles as you shoot your hot cum into me. I swallow quickly so I don’t choke on the hot liquid.

You roll off of me and slide off the side of the bed. I hear your footsteps heading across the room then hear the door shut behind you.

I lay there, still secured to the chair, gasping for air; tasting you and praying you come back soon.