You had told me it was going to be a long day at the store, that you had a lot of packages to send out, and you wanted me there. I had assumed to help out.

When I walked in the store, I saw a huge number of boxes, and next to the toys, videos, and books to be shipped. You directed me to take my clothes off and sit down in the high backed chair next to you. I watched silently as you placed several items in a box, sealed it with strapping tape and wrote the address on the box.

"Place your arms behind the chair," you instructed me. I did and felt you tightly bind my thumbs together behind the chair, wrapping them with the packing tape. You smile as you see my erection grow, as you turn your attention back to your work. A few more boxes and you turn your attention back to me again, this time, strapping my wrists and elbows together tightly with the tape.

I feel increasingly helpless, unable to move my arms, draped over the back of the chair. I want to reach around and touch myself, feeling myself grow even harder. Another few orders and you return to me, this time wrapping my ankles to my thighs, forcing my legs to spread wide, exposing me completely.

I squirm, trying to adjust my position, but find myself unable to move. A few more packages and you strap my arms to the chair back and wrap my legs mid calf and mid-thigh, making it impossible to close my knees. You reach around behind my hips and pull me forward so my ass is barely on the chair, and my balls dangle freely over the edge.

You reach under your skirt and slide your panties down to the floor. You hold them to my face and I inhale deeply, taking in your scent. You wad them up and gently stuff them into my mouth. Gently you seal my lips with tape, holding the panties securely inside.

I moan helplessly, the taste of your panties filling my mouth. You produce a box, filled with ribbon and wrappings. You stretch my balls down and tightly wrap the space between my cock and balls in wide pink ribbon. My balls as stretched tight, buldging below the ribbon, which you tie in a pretty bow.

You take a length of sticky packing tape and press it on the underside of my cock. You press it firmly and slowly begin peeling it off as I twist and squirm at the sensation. The closer you get to the head, the slower you peel the tape. I squirm and moan through my gag. Once the tape is removed, you take a new piece and repeat the procedure over and over again. With each new piece, you add a small alligator clip to my balls, pinching the tender skin and you take a piece of thin ribbon and tie it tightly around the shaft of my cock, starting at the base, and moving slowly toward the head.

Each piece of ribbon grows tighter as my erection grows. Each time the tape is applied, I grow closer and closer to cuming.

"By the time you are ready to cum," you whisper, "you will be in agony. . . . .If I let you cum at all."

Finally, you tie a thick piece of ribbon around the head of my cock, which is swollen and buldging between bands of ribbon.

I am right on the brink when you stand up, leaving me helpless, deperate, and shaking. You finish packing a box, seal it shut and say, "Well, that's the last one."

As I squirm, trying to get free, you step to the door, turn out the light and look back at me, "I'm going out for dinner. We'll box you up when I get back." You exit, and the last thing I hear is your keys jangle as you lock the deadbolt.

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