The BLTS Archive - The Display
by BGM (bgmanic@gmail.com)

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"Please, don't do this. I'm begging you."

Ignoring the thirsting voice, he smiled indulgently, letting his hand
trail down a taut thigh, sliding beneath a bent knee. His fingers
tangled themselves in the intricate knot binding the ankles to the
chair. He pulled. Sturdy.

"I'm not comfortable."

"The idea isn't to make you comfortable, my dear. You're here for my
pleasure, not yours."

His hands traveled leisurely up the inside of a leg. He noticed the
sensitivity of the flesh with lewd interest. He ignored the quivering
length of cock which stood rigid, ready for the attention he now
forbidded. There was a delicious whimper.

"I should think you would enjoy this."

"I had no idea you hated me so."

"No hate, my dear. I just want to punish you for wanting to leave."

Elim Garak bent his head back, thoroughly humiliated. "But do you
really want to do this in the display area of my shop? Passers-by will
see us!" he whined.

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The End