The Enveloping Requirement. Part One - Sex Stories

The Enveloping Requirement. Part One

... smooth texture of the newspapers beneath him.

Miss Lexington went back onto the landing, but swiftly returned with a thick pile of folded, Daily Telegraph broadsheet newspapers in her arm. After closing the bedroom door, she placed them on her dresser, next to a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“Do not move an inch,” she said loudly.

She walked to the side of the bed, took his right wrist, and quickly velcro-cuffed it with under-bed restraints hidden beneath the news sheets.

He gave resistance as she took hold of him, but the glare he received through her spectacles said it all. She gave him one last chance to leave if he was choosing not to obey her. He now knew that if he refused, he would no longer have his well-paid, cushy job to return to. Another thought he had that made him quickly decide; she was actually quite hot, and he was warming to her.

So in that moment, he decided to submit to her demands. She strapped his left wrist, then bound his ankles with the other end of the restraints. Although totally bewildered and his chest pumping, he began to go hard. Miss Lexington had noticed but just ignored and following that, she proceeded to use some newspaper sheets to wrap, and tape up Chris’ arms and legs. She then opened a Telegraph broadsheet to the centre page and proceeded to lay it over his body. He felt the smooth feel of that centre page rub against his body, he found it quite pleasant.

Chris began to question Miss Lexington about why she ...

... was using newspapers.

“Please may I ask, what are--?”

But before he could finish the sentence, she over-spoke him and replied loudly.

“You most certainly can not,” she said firmly.

Chris went instantly quiet as Miss Lexington continued.

“I require silence unless I say you can speak. The sooner you learn that, the easier it will be for both of us,” she strictly boomed at him.

Chris wriggled around to get comfy, and on his buttocks, he felt a very smooth feeling as they rubbed against the fresh newspaper sheets. Miss Lexington walked over to her dresser and Chris’ eyes followed her and he could see himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirrored cupboard. She had him bound, spread-eagled, and enveloped in her Daily Telegraph newspapers.

‘What is she doing? He thought to himself. ‘Is this a game, a punishment, or some peculiar ritual?’ His mind was racing. Either way, he was confused and very nervous, but for some reason, it strangely aroused him.

He looked up at his bound wrists and on the Telegraph sheets that were taped round his arms, he could see a title heading saying “Business” on his left arm and “The Daily Telegraph” around his right arm from where the top of the pages had wrapped round fully.

The top of the sheets taped around his legs gently tickled against his outer perineum. Miss Lexington poured more champagne and sipped at the glass and then firmly spoke.

“You will listen, and obey everything I require from you,” she said strictly. “You will ...