Harley thought he was in for an easy time when offered a seat in the leather chair. Not so! He had already stripped for inspection and had a tongue lashing about something or other that wasn’t up to scratch.

‘Sit’ he sat. ‘Arms on the rests and legs apart’ he obeyed. Taking 5 legnths of rope I quickly and easily tied him to the leather arm rests, backrest and lashed and lifted his legs clear of the floor with thick black rope.

Maybe I should have forced him into some stockings before securing him? I do like the feeling of nice lacy stocking under My finger nails. Hmm …moving on …..it was time to really start to work on him.

The best thing to do was to fasten the chair with chains to the ceiling anchoring points so he couldn’t ‘hurt’ himself ….. he he he Where would the fun be then? That’s My job.

Without giving too much away he had an amazing time in  that chair and several hours flew by with his legs dangling above the ground.

If only I’d painted his toenails!!!!!