Tonight was meant to be my coaching session with Mel, but it turned out that she’d found some more documents about her business so I had to revise her tax return again. So the same as last week I sat in her office chair while she bound my ankles together, and then my knees, and finally my wrists, and this time she put ropes around the crooks of my arms that tied behind my back so I had to sit right up against the desk just to reach the keyboard! It was almost impossible to work, but not quite impossible. But I’ve never had my movement so restricted and, apart from being able to type and flip over sheets of paper, I’ve never felt so helpless either.
I called Mel in when I was finished, which took about forty-five minutes, and together we submitted the return and she paid her bill (which was a few thousand pounds! She’s doing okay with her business).
I wondered what was coming next as Mel sat beside me, moved her chair over, and pulled a video up on the screen. It was an extremely hot music video, to a song that I knew but didn’t know who it was by, that featured a thin woman stripping. And I don’t just mean stripping a bit, but entirely – right down to nothing at all. As I sat there tied up it made me really rather horny indeed.
Mel asked me what I thought of it, and I said it was really sexy. Then she said “Good. Because I’ve told Elise you’ll perform it at her cabaret night at the end of March.”
If I wasn’t tied up I would have fallen off my chair! There was no way I was stripping naked in front of a room full of pub-goers. I was going to say “no way!” but Mel cut me off by saying I’d have to keep my knickers on otherwise Elise might attract the wrong kind of attention, and cover my nipples too, but Mel said I had a good enough figure now and even my posture was improving, and I had two months to learn the routine! I didn’t know what to say, because the way Mel stated it, and threw in a few compliments along the way, it was presented as a done deal before I’d even opened my mouth.
Mel told me I’d have to buy some suspenders and a garter belt for the routine, and a lacey corset, and some evening gloves, like she’d worn the other night, and find a short and pretty strapless dress that unzipped down the side. Apparently I can borrow her feather boa. She told me that it was all part of getting me out of my shell and, just like last night, it was just something I had to go through.
There’s something about being tied up in a chair that makes one very compliant, so I ended up nodding, even though I was telling myself there was no way I was doing it at the time. But it was almost like Mel knew what I was thinking because she made me promise, because if I didn’t she’d think of something much harder that I wouldn’t have time to plan for. I believed her.
It was disappointing when she untied my arms and wrists again, because again the evening was over without any real contact. I really am left craving any kind of touch when I’m tied up, but I thought to myself that at least I could masturbate when I got home. Then she read my mind again and told me that I needed another period of “self-love abstinence”, as she called it! I said “Until when?” and she just looked at me sternly and said “Until I say so,” and then added, “Or until you let someone else do it.”
Funnily enough, when I got home the first thing I did was to check my messages and, sure enough, I had something from Sarah with Mark’s mobile number in and a note that said “Let me know if it works out!”. She knows exactly what I want.
Then I had another message from Mel. It was the video. The video that I have to learn and perform. In two months. Gulp.