Bound to the Pleasure Seat

At midnight, I accidentally stumble upon the boss' daughter, Julianne Carter, pleasuring herself in the dimly-lit adult store.

Her eyes are blindfolded, and her legs are spread on a special chair, where they are propped up on the arms. At the moment, she's cruising through the waves of pleasure uncontrollably.

But when the chair malfunctions, Julianne is unable to free herself from the restraints no matter how hard she tries. That's when she starts calling for help.

"Please… Please help me…"

But I crouch down instead, allowing my fingers to glide across her thighs, past her calves, and back to her inner thighs.

"Don't move. This chair's mechanisms are very complex. I need to study them thoroughly and slowly."

"P-Please… hurry up…"

I watch as Julianne's expression shifts from embarrassment to yearning. She finally stops struggling against the restraints when she breaks down from all the overwhelming sensations.

"Give it to me… Please give everything to me…"

Just as I'm about to yield, I hear the sounds of the boss, George Carter, opening the door coming from the outside. So, I quickly wheel Julianne into a nearby storeroom.

That's where I see hyper-realistic molds that look exactly like Julianne.

At 11:00 pm, I walked into the adult store in the neighborhood for the third time.

The first two times I came, I hadn't run into the owner, George Carter, and the custom mold toy I had ordered from him before the New Year still hadn't been delivered.

Tonight was even worse. The lights inside the shop were completely off, and only an emergency lamp was glowing in the display window, casting a dim light over the silicone products and making them look eerily suggestive.

I turned to leave.

"Is… anyone there?"

I followed the sound and soon found a chair that was designed to lock someone into all kinds of humiliating positions. From the side of the chair, a pale hand was stretching out, trying to reach a belt that had fallen onto the floor.

"Who's there?" I asked, even though I already had a guess.

I walked around to the front of the chair and saw her face clearly.

It was George's daughter, Julianne Carter. She had just started her freshman year of university.

The last time I came to the shop, she had been leaning over the counter doing homework while wearing a thin tank top that left almost nothing to the imagination.

I swallowed hard, and my throat felt dry.

"Please help me... Mr. Willis."

She was wearing a white T-shirt with the collar stretched wide and slipping to one side, exposing her delicate collarbone.

When I lowered my gaze, I could see the rose-red lingerie underneath.

She was at least an F cup.

Her denim skirt was so short it barely covered anything, and her long, pale legs looked so smooth that anyone would feel the urge to touch them.

Her wrists were bound behind the back of the chair, while her legs had been spread apart and propped on the armrests. A belt secured her ankles in place.

The position forced her body into a perfect M-shape, leaving her completely unable to escape.

"How did you end up like this?" I asked.

She bit her lip as strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks. Her skin glistened with sweat as though she had just been pulled out of water.

"I just wanted to try it out. I didn't realize the lock would be this tight. The moment I sat down, it snapped shut by itself."

I glanced around the store before asking, "Do your parents know you're here?"

She nodded. "They went out to get some inventory and told me to watch the store for a while. They'll probably be back in about an hour."

It was no wonder. She had clearly planned for this.

I crouched down and suddenly grabbed her foot. That sent a shiver running throughout her body, and the movement made her full chest bounce slightly.

"This chair has a complicated structure. I need to take a closer look."

My hand slid slowly along her calf as I spoke. Her skin was unbelievably smooth.

"Don't move. If I handle this wrong, I might hurt you."

She froze instantly and barely even dared to breathe.

My fingers began tracing along the edge of the belt before sliding past the outside of her thigh and circling back along the inside. When my hand finally reached her pelvic region, I let it linger there.

A soft breath escaped Julianne's lips, the kind that carried a hint of restrained desire.

I pressed my fingers down gently, and my fingertips inevitably sank into the soft curve beneath the denim.

"This is where it's locked the tightest. Relax."

Although my voice sounded completely serious, my hand kept moving as my fingers slowly rubbed against the fabric of her skirt.

"Julianne… you're wet?"

Through the denim, my fingers traced slow circles over her most sensitive spot, and her body began lifting involuntarily before sinking back again.

"Does that feel good?"

She didn't answer, yet her body reacted instinctively, pressing closer against my hand.

The fabric became increasingly damp, and the heat rising from her body grew more obvious.

"P-Please…"

Her crimson lips looked especially tempting under the dim light. I leaned closer. "What is it you're asking for?"

"P-Please…"

She tilted her head back, and her eyes were already starting to become unfocused. "Give it to me…"

Without hesitation, I lowered my head and bit down on her lips.