Back in 2008, I made a trip to Hartford, CT. to visit with a client at the request of the Sales Rep who handled this account. The client wanted to have a meeting with someone in Operations. I flew up on Wednesday, and the meeting was scheduled for Thursday afternoon.
When I got to Connecticut, and we went to see the client, instead of a meeting with just a few people, the entire department was in the meeting room, and basically wanted a question and answer session. The Sales Rep. knew nothing of this, and it was up to me to put on a "Dog and Pony" show, and conduct a question and answer session. In the end, the surprise impromptu meeting went over very well and it was quite successful.
The Sales Rep. and I went out to dinner, and then to a bar. We discussed how well the meeting went, and the client was extremely satisfied, but for some reason, I was feeling all stressed out. On Friday morning, I got the airport in Hartford and called Chuck from the airport and asked him what he was doing that night. He said nothing. I told him I was in Connecticut and the plane was scheduled to land in Raleigh at 3:00 PM. I told him about the trip on the phone. He told me I think the cure for your stress is you getting stoned and tied up in the straight jacket. Chuck, who tied me up on and off over a five year period said he could meet me at the house at 7:00 PM. I told him I would see him then.
On the plane ride back, all I could think about was the scene that would be coming later in the evening. I did a pretty good job of keeping my hard on through me Levi's concealed on the plane and in the airport when we landed. I got home, had a little something to eat, then I heard a knock at the door. It was Chuck. He was there to tie me up and I was ready.
I was wearing a pair of Levi's a tee shirt with a hoodie and Clarks Suede Chukka Boots. This is the same outfit I wore home from Connecticut. Chuck arrived, and he wasted no time firing up a joint which we shared. We both got stoned, and then he trussed me up in the straight jacket, and placed a leather hood on my head. I was then laid back on the futon where the head phones were playing Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon.
Chuck then secured my ankles to the futon frame, then secured my legs with rope above the knees. Straps were draped over my body. Chuck fed me a few more hits off a joint and started feeding me poppers. Chuck went to work on massaging my legs and my cock through my Levi's.
I was rock hard the whole time, but this was exactly what I needed, as I could feel the pent up stress leaving my body. Chuck massaged me through my Levi's for about forty five minutes when he decided it was time for him to put his mouth on my cock, ensuring I was stoned and poppered up. He took my cock out of my Levi's and started to suck me off. He did this for about forty five minutes on an off. Chuck knew how to read me, and every time I would get close, he would stop, let me cool off then start over again. We both knew that this would only build up to a much better climax. Finally, when he let me shoot, I shot a load to my shoulder. He tried to get another load out of me and could not, so he left me tied up for about another fifteen or twenty minutes, doing nothing and leaving me to simmer.
When he returned, I was still high from the pot, though he fed me some more poppers and began to suck me off again. In pretty short order, I shot a second load.
At this point, about two and a half hours had elapsed, and Chuck untied me. We talked for a few minutes, then he left.
As the session went on, I could fell all of the pent up stress leaving my body, and after the session, I felt all of the pent up stress was gone from my body. After a good night's sleep, I woke up feeling like a new Man without a worry in the world.
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