GiGi: This is not a fucking pedestal!
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GiGi is one of those women who likes to be treated like a queen, with fancy clothes like the tight blue cocktail dress she’s wearing now, and rings with high-carat gems, and sexy high heels to go with every outfit. She wants to be on a golden embellished pedestal, and for the several years she’s been married to Ivan, she’s been talking about him getting her one. Ivan has finally given in and made her a pedestal of her own – but it’s not exactly what she was expecting. It’s a rickety old wood chair on top of a black crate. GiGi laughs at the joke and asks for her real pedestal, and when Ivan makes it obvious this is it and starts tying her wrists, she laughs again and assumes that he’s just going to tie her up and fuck her over the chair or something.
Instead, Ivan picks GiGi up and puts her on the “pedestal” – “Aah! Come on, I don’t even want to do this for five minutes!” GiGi can feel how rickety the chair is, and feels entirely too close to the edge of the box. This isn’t safe! “How are you going to fuck me in the chair like this, you can’t even get to anything!” But Ivan isn’t planning on fucking her here, he’s just having a little fun. He pulls her arms over the back of the chair and ties them off, then ties her hips and chest to the chair, making GiGi panic even more. She calms down a little when Ivan unties the halter neck of her dress and exposes her breasts, thinking maybe now he’ll take her down and start the good stuff, but he’s really just getting a better view. He continues the rope around her chest and teases her again, wiggling the chair beneath her. “I don’t like being up here, I swear on the Bible!” Well she must be liking something, her nipples are hard and perky. Ivan crosses her legs and ties them to the chair, then her ankle to one leg of the chair. She is even more nervous now that she can’t move as much, and when he ties off her other ankle, she’s nearly crying with fear. She starts making promises about the things she’ll do for Ivan, including the one that is the most far-fetched – she promises she’ll shut up for once. Well, Ivan doesn’t have to take her word for it, he has the means to shut her up himself – a roll of white tape and a piece of cloth to stuff in her mouth.
The end result is very sexy, with shapely legs crossed and tied, tits out with nipples hard and perky, mouth taped shut and quiet, and that delicious fear in her eyes. Ivan plays with her a little, a grope here, a fondle there, a little push to make her squeal in fright, then he pulls her to the front of the box and throws her, chair and all, over his shoulder while she screams. She should be happy, she’s finally getting what she’s been asking for all this time – a trip to the bedroom for some real fun.