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27 Bondage


Previously:

Lusty Lee Box Set 1: Prequel through Log 5


Lusty Lee Box Set 2: Logs 6 through 10 with bonus Log 7a


Lusty Lee Box Set 3: Logs 11 through 16


Lusty Lee Box Set 4: Logs 16 through 20

21 Cops

22 Paintball

23 Interrogation

24 The Athlete

25 Sploshing

26 Choosing


The logs will number 30 (six groups of five segments). Each segment will have a cover with the same bikini or lingerie top and its corresponding box set will feature the same model displaying the matching bikini or lingerie bottom.


Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2017; all rights reserved.


This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.


Cover Notes and Credits


Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.


Copyright 2017 by Jason Pinaster. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people outside your household. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favorite retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.


Fiction: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely and entirely coincidental and not intended by the author. In short: this story is not about you, anyone you know, or about the acts or omissions of anyone living or dead.


Cover credits: The lady in the shiny bikini is Ashley Foxx photographed by Bob Shepherd on Flickr and her images were used pursuant to direct, not to mention generous, permission. All photoshopping was done by me.


Acknowledgement: Many thanks for the suggestions from and proofreading by Sallyann Cole. All errors remain mine.


27 Bondage


I was curled up in a little ball in the middle of my bed, clutching my covers as close as I could to my body. I was trying to curse Eric for having given me his cold, but my throat was too sore. And it was getting sorer by the minute because my nose was too stuffed to allow me to use it to breathe. If I kept my head still, I could control the pounding inside my temples.

I sensed something move beside my bed and opened one eye. It was Jack, the erstwhile Cyber Culprit. Friend or foe—my brain was too foggy with over-the-counter cold remedies for me to be sure. Light was coming in through the door but not through the window. My two functioning brain cells concluded that it was nighttime.

Jack was fiddling with a small disc-shaped object. It looked like a space ship for pint-sized aliens. He made an adjustment and the cone on top lit up turquoise. Smoke started to come out of the cone. I moaned my disapproval.

“Relax,” he told me. “It’s aromatherapy.”

I did my best to scowl. If this cold didn’t kill me, his new-age BS would. I suddenly felt very hot and pushed the top layer of blankets off my body.

Jack turned his face sideways and inspected me. “You look like hell,” he observed.

I mouthed “fuck off” back at him and closed my eyes.

“Rest in bed. Plenty of fluids. The aromatherapy will cycle automatically; don’t touch it.”

I kept my eyes shut and ignored him.

“And no email, cellphones or gadgets for the next twenty-four hours.”

I thought about mouthing FU again, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

I felt him kiss my forehead. The pounding in my temples abated. “No email, cellphones or gadgets,” he repeated.

I nodded, then slipped into sleep.

I woke up to a beam of sunlight stabbing into my brain. With a great deal of effort, I managed to turn away from the window. I really should file a report with Michael Rayburn, lawyer, employer, lover. I didn’t want to. It would mean turning Jack in. But it was my duty. I started to rouse myself. Then I remembered the promise I’d made to Jack. No email. Damn. I flopped back onto the bed.


I was shivering. It was dark. I was being wrapped. Wrapped inside a huge pancake, heavenly and warm. I opened my eyes but it was dark, so I shut them again. The smell of the pancake was stronger. I opened my eyes again. Dawn’s early light through the window.

Somebody was cooking pancakes in the kitchen. That would be Eric, my assistant, making amends for having foisted his cold on me.

I tried to sit up. No, I did sit up. My fever was gone. My headache was gone. I took a deep breath. Through my nose! I tried to call out to Eric, however the best I could manage was a whisper. But at least the effort hadn’t burned pain down my throat. Jack’s spaceship belched a puff of white smoke.

I threw on a robe and shuffled to the bathroom. A bleary-eyed monster stared back from the mirror. I splashed water onto my face. It would have to do.

In the kitchen, it wasn’t Eric’s carrot top hunched over my stove. It was Jack’s much more conservative grey-streaked brown hair. “Hi, gorgeous,” he greeted without turning around.

I grunted and moved towards the table.

He flipped the pancake. It was golden brown, almost ready. Jack reached into the fridge and poured me a glass of orange juice as I sat down.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he repeated.

“You need your eyes checked,” I told him.

He chuckled and watched me down the OJ in one gulp. Jack returned to the stove, flipped the pancake, put it on a plate and slid the plate in front of me. He squirted a line of syrup back-and-forth onto the pancake until I nodded my head.

He watched me cut a piece of pancake and insert it into my mouth. “You didn’t even try to use your phone,” he said.

I looked at the clock. “Twenty-four hours aren’t up yet.”

“You weren’t even tempted?”

“Once.” I swallowed and folded another piece of pancake into my mouth.

“What did you do?”

I made him wait while I took another bite. And another. And another. “Went back to sleep.”

He pointed to the clock. “Actually, your twenty-fours are up. Are you ready for your reward?”

The last bite of hot syrup-covered heaven swirling around my mouth was reward enough, but I nodded. Two rewards had to be better than one.

“You like BDSM, don’t you?”

I nodded. “But I don’t have any bondage equipment here.”


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