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"What are the proper cuffs?" I asked.
"Suspension cuffs. They don't put unnatural pressure on your wrists and ankles so they cut off circulation. You can hang for quite a long time."
"Do you have any suspension cuffs? Is it one of the things sitting in our closet now?"
"No. Mistress Dark will be bringing them and a couple other items when she comes on Saturday."
"Mistress Dark is coming on Saturday?" I asked. "Why?"
"To help me train you. She said she can have you deep throating me before she leaves, and she's going to monitor the first time I whip you so I know I'm doing it right."
"Is she bringing a whip too."
"No, the whip is already in the closet. It wasn't that expensive so I took a chance we'd be doing this and bought it."
"Are you going to tell me what else you bought?"
"When the time is right. Perhaps when I'm actually demonstrating on you all this thing is capable of doing, Friday night." Another twinge.
"What's this thing here?" I pointed to a small bar sitting up just off the floor.
"It's a penitent bar. You can either be bent over the top or sit on it." It didn't have much width, so I imagined sitting on it for any length of time would be uncomfortable or even painful, especially after my bottom had been paddled or spanked.
"And this thing here." I pointed to the the bench like object made up of two pieces of plywood fastened together to make it about an inch thick.
"That will need to be padded as well. I devised that myself. The slave is fastened down on her back with neck and wrists fastened at this end. Her legs go up in a nice V through the wide spread holes on the top. Her whole bottom sits off the edge and of course, both her sex and anus are available to me in a kneeling position. In addition to an excellent position for fucking, it will be good for oral sex or even punishment. She won't be able to move much and will be helpless for whatever I want."
Of course, he wasn't speaking about some nameless slave to be named later. He was talking about me. I was the slave this would be used on, and thinking about it was driving me mad with lust. The same with Scott. His cock was hard and waving around like a flag.
"I don't see any of the rope. What was the rope for?"
"For tying you down to the bed," he said, "and other purposes, like the eyebolts in the door jam." I shivered again.
"I'd like to check the fit of the stocks to see if the holes are the right size. Do you mind?"
Hell no, I didn't mind. I wanted to put my hands and head in them and hoped he would pound my pussy to a milky froth. I didn't even care about padding. He'd rounded the edges and finely sanded the holes where everything went. Without a word, I put my hands in the proffered holes and he lowered the top bar and fastened it together.
"Try to get out."
I made a half-hearted attempt to get out, but I didn't really want to get away. He lowered the bar until I was bent over with my torso parallel to the floor. My butt was sticking out and Scott moved around me until he was behind me. Please fuck me, Scott, I thought. Don't make me beg for it.
"You have a beautiful ass, dear." He was patting and running his hand over said object, making me quiver. "Maybe the best I've ever seen. In fact, you're just lovely in every way and you're going to make a perfect little slave."
I felt his cock touch my cleft and thought to myself, YES! I moaned as he ever so slowly, pushed into me. I was unsure he was still entering me except for the rising sense of fullness until his abs were pressed against by buns. There was no pause, no hitch, no hesitation; I was so wet. He didn't move; just stood still, his cock twitching inside me. I wanted him to move. I wanted to feel him fuck me, but still he stood, nothing moving but the throbbing of his cock in my needy pussy. Apparently, I was going to have to beg after all.
"Fuck me," I said, hoping it was all he needed, permission to use me.
"Not yet," he said. "I'll cum too soon. If I move now, I'll cum and I want you to get pleasure as well."
At least he had a good reason for not fucking me. I could wait for that. For three or four minutes we stood there, joined at the crotch. His cock stopped twitching, but still he waited. I wasn't in the most comfortable position, but it wasn't bad. My hands and head was supporting the weight of my torso nicely. After awhile as we waited for his own need to dissipate, he started playing with my breasts, hanging below my body. The instant he touched my nipples, they were hard as bullets. He gently stroked them, pausing at times to finger the rigid nubs, rolling them between his fingers and thumb. If he did it long enough, I might cum from the stimulation to my breasts alone. I moaned for him, letting him know how much I appreciated it.
Eventually, I felt him move, pulling out almost as slow as he went in. It felt so good. The head of his cock almost left my dripping slit before he reversed direction and pushed back, faster this time. I was on the edge of the precipice.
"Do I need permission to cum?" I asked.
Scott laughed and said, "Go ahead and cum whenever and as much as you want."
I whimpered in answer, and he laughed some more. Another stroke out and in and I was almost there. The next one was harder and faster, his balls slapping against my clit and I tumbled over the edge, my cries of ecstasy encouraging him to pump faster. Another long one, dragged out by his continued thrusting right through the heart of my orgasm. I had another one right on the tails of the first. It felt so good. I'd wanted him to fuck me to a milky froth and he was well on his way. Considering he'd had to delay moving to avoid cumming too fast, he was able to keep pumping long enough to give me a third one before he groaned and I felt his hot cum jetting up into my pussy. He kept plunging into my sheath through his own orgasm, long enough I had a fourth before his dwindling cock pulled out of me. I could feel our fluids running down my legs.
"You might fuck me to death during your slavery," Scott said.
"Promises, promises," I responded. He laughed.
He left me in the stock while he got the same towel I'd used before and he wiped my legs, and finally my soaking pussy, then he released me.
"Well, we both seem to enjoy the new furniture," he said.
"That's an understatement," I responded. "I'm having the best sex of my life and we've been married ten years. You managed to push some very twisted buttons when you suggested we do this."
"There's usually some fire when you see smoke. They have to be your favorite books for a reason."
"I didn't realize how much they were playing into my own fantasies."
"It's late. I need to get to bed. I need another shower. Join me or wait until I'm finished?"
"I'll wait. I think I'd enjoy a nice soaky bath instead. You kept me pretty busy tonight."
Scott kissed me, smiling. I had a sneaking suspicion he knew why I wanted to dawdle in the water, and it had nothing to do with getting clean. I was still horny even after cumming six times tonight.
"Do you need any help getting ready for poker tonight?" I asked when I called Lisa around ten.
"No, I have it handled. Did you and Scott play any more last night?"
"Not really any of the slavery stuff, but we did play some. The stuff Lowe's delivered yesterday was for a new piece of furniture; bondage furniture for correcting recalcitrant slaves. Scott and I put it together last night, most of it. It still needs some work. We both worked naked and after he took some measurements of me for it, we fucked, then he was back at work and I had to wipe myself to keep from dripping all over the floor. Before we went to bed, he pointed out a few of the features and functions to me. One of them was some stocks. He had me try them so he could check the holes were large enough. While I was still fastened in them, he screwed me again. I climaxed four times, and one of them was another double. I've been studying it this morning, and just looking at it makes me wet."
"You're really warped, aren't you?"
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