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Memories of last night rushed through my mind, making my dampness even worse.
"Yes, we still have a lot left," I said.
"I want to hurry so we can finish. Let's go, chop, chop."
So we sat down to more salad. I had ranch dressing tonight instead of the fluids leaking from my pussy. Scott had Citrus Splash. It was not nearly as entertaining as last nights meal. Scott sped through the salad and I hurried to keep up. We were done eating and the kitchen clean in twenty-five minutes.
"Close the curtains and take off all your clothes, Mrs. Thompson," Scott said.
"I thought you wanted to build that thing. Why do you want me naked?"
"I do and we are, but as it starts to get built and I begin to imagine the ways I will be able to use you on it, I'm sure I'll become aroused and need to fuck you, and I don't want there to be any delays. We can fuck and keep going."
The fucking part sounded nice. My pussy was already in a state where fucking sounded really good. Without another word, I closed the drapes and removed all my clothes. Scott took off all his as well, though his penis was currently flaccid. My fucking eagle-eyed husband noted the wet spot on my panties before I removed them and smiled at me. He pulled a set of plans from his briefcase.
"Did you draw these up today?" I asked.
"No, I started drawing them up after I suggested your slavery and you didn't dismiss it out of hand. I might have wasted some time working it up, but still, it was my time to waste and I didn't care. After going to Mistress Dark's place on Saturday and seeing what she recommended, I added a couple items to it. I'm going to need you to cut up the lumber to these dimensions and start bringing them in." He handed me a list of numbers and dimensions of certain pieces of lumber. "Start with the 2x6's."
Scott had started in carpentry as a young man, learning it from his father. Even after getting his general contractor's license, he kept his hand in carpentry, running his own carpentry crew and hiring out the other trades he needed. He had a workshop out in the garage and still built a lot of things for our house. He'd shown me how to do a lot of things and I'd helped him on a lot of our housing projects. There was even a period of six months where I'd actually worked on one of his crews early in the marriage when he was short handed. But he knew I was capable and he trusted me with his tools. I took the list out to the garage and started cranking out the boards he needed.
It was good lumber of the highest grade, made to be exposed and not hidden behind walls or layers of paint. Some of it was pine and some of it oak. He came out and got some portable tools and some drop cloths, as well as carrying in the hardware, chains and ropes. I started cutting the various lengths of lumber and carrying them into the living room where Scott had put down the drop cloths to protect the wooden floors. I noticed there were eyebolts in several places in the ceiling they hadn't been before, and four more were in the door frame entering the bedroom suite, two at the top and two at the bottom. It was a double door, so it created a wide space. I pictured myself tied in the doorway, with the resultant increase in dampness.
As I started bringing boards in, Scott sanded them, marked them and started boring holes in where he'd marked.
"Just a rough sanding for now," he said. "If we decide to keep it, we'll do a fine sanding, stain it, and seal it and move it to the rumpus room in the basement."
"Okay." The way my pussy was feeling, I doubted I'd ever want to give it up. I went back outside to get more boards. Only eight boards were longer than I was tall and I had to be careful maneuvering through the house so as not to knock anything down. We had ten foot ceilings and none of them were that long. Scott was nothing if not fast and efficient when it came to wood and a framework quickly took shape in my living room. It was basically square with some other appendages added to alter the shape slightly. He was putting nylon sliders under the bottom boards so he could slide it around without damaging the finish on our floors.
After I delivered a couple of the boards, Scott used calipers to measure my neck, wrists and ankles. He also measured around my waist, the length of my legs and arms and my overall height when my arms were raised, writing everything down. By the time he was finished, his cock was raging hard and he bent me over the back of one of the living room chairs and fucked me hard and fast. As fast as he climaxed, I still orgasmed twice before he was finished. He was back at work as soon as his prick left my pussy, like I was some coffee break, no, a fuck break. He didn't expect me to clean him afterwards. Apparently, it was a duty fit for slaves, not wives. I still had to grab a kitchen towel and use it to clean up some of the mess between my legs before I went back to the garage or I'd have left tracks all over the house, like a blood trail, only cum.
I also ended up cutting the plywood into a couple different shapes. By the time I'd brought all the lumber into the living room, it was nearly 11:30 and Scott was almost finished. He stood there admiring his handiwork and pulled me close and with an arm around my shoulder, started pointing out the many features of our new furniture.
"We still have some work to do on it. Perhaps I'll come home a little early tomorrow so we can work on it before poker. Do you want to know what it does?"
"I can guess at some of it," I said, "but some of it is a mystery, so tell me everything."
He pointed to a wide braced arm with an eyebolt at the end. "This is a single point suspension where I can fasten your arms over your heads for punishment or display. Of course, if I need to spread your legs for some reason, they can be secured down here." He pointed to two more eyebolts at the bottom. I started to leak again. "This piece over here is common pillory stocks. What makes them different is they can be raised and lowered so you're forced to stand, bend over to various heights all the way to crouching on the ground. I need to add padding around the wrist and neck holes. I wouldn't want my valuable slave to get scraped when I'm fucking her hard or punishing her. I made the holes large enough to add the padding." The longer he continued, the wetter I got and he seemed to be picturing me used as well, his cock was noticeably lengthening and thickening.
"This is a St. Andrew's cross. With the proper cuffs on, you can be suspended erect or upside down." Another twinge to my pussy. "It also needs padding."
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