could tell Tess had no idea what to expect, and she’d even looked pleased
when he’d pulled the big vibe out. Her pretend escape had been incredibly weak,
and now he sensed no trepidation in her at all.
It was like shooting fish in a barrel, but he couldn’t bring
himself to feel remorse for this particular piece of sexual torture. They
almost always claimed to hate it, one or two had safeworded out of it, but he’d
never had a submissive claim “forced orgasm” as a hard limit.
Innocent as Tess was, responsive as she was and as sensitive
as she still must be after the afternoon they’d spent, this promised to be
quite entertaining.
He lubed up the big red dildo and turned to Tess, taking an
extra few seconds to savor the sight of her kneeling by the frame, vulnerable
but eager. It hit him in a rush, the fact that he’d been right all along, that
it hadn’t only been wishful thinking. She was his friend, practically family,
yes. But he’d always wanted more from her, wanted this . He’d all but
convinced himself it would never happen. Now he was already at a loss to
picture his life without her. Here, chained in his basement like a love slave.
Upstairs, puttering around in the kitchen.
Things that hadn’t even happened yet sprang to mind. Her car
in his driveway, her clothes taking up too much of the closet. Strange
cosmetics littering the bathroom counter. Walking in the door at night and
hearing her call a welcome. Her fingers on the keyboard, quick and light when
the words were flowing, vicious and stabbing when they weren’t.
She stared at him, one eyebrow raised.
Shaking his head, Jake pulled the elongated dildo from its
bracket, set it aside then crouched down to unhook Tess’ restraints and pull
her into the center of the framework. “I got this thing for a steal, along with
my bed frame, when a friend of mine who ran a bondage club got transferred for
his day job and couldn’t find anyone to take the place over before he had to
move. He sold everything off for practically nothing. One of the playrooms had
a gym and locker room theme, and he’d had this beauty custom-retrofitted from a
top-of-the-line commercial unit. And you know why I wanted it?”
Tess shook her head, looking bemused.
Jake lifted her hands up to the sides, one at a time,
securing her cuffs to the frame above shoulder level before moving on to her
ankles. “I wanted it so I could work out without having to go to the gym. I’ve
never used it for anything else. All these extras have been sitting in this box
in my closet for over three years. Taking up space.”
When he clipped the cuff on her second ankle into place,
Tess lost her balance, swinging back an inch or two against the sturdy chains
that held her wrists. She couldn’t fall any farther than that, there wasn’t
enough slack. She was cuffed into a wide “X”, so it was easy enough to right
herself. But Jake was in that humanitarian mood again.
“Woops. You look like you could use some extra stability.”
She was already wet, visibly so, but Jake applied lube to
her pussy anyway, working her hot sheath until she started to clench around his
fingers. Then he slotted the dildo support back into its bracket between her
feet and pulled Tess’ hips forward so the slick lips of her cunt eased over the
bright red cock. With a few adjustments, Jake lengthened the telescoping rod
until most of the dildo’s length was snugly hidden inside her. He watched Tess’
expression as he tightened the clamps, making sure nothing would slip out of
place no matter how much Tess tried to move.
“There. Much better.”
He couldn’t hide how hard he was, how crazy it was making
him to see that bright red intruder taking up the space he wanted to occupy,
pushing apart lush pink folds that were full and sensitive from their earlier play
and Tess’ building excitement. When she lifted on her toes then slowly lowered
herself again, working as much of the toy as she was able and
when he’d pulled the big vibe out. Her pretend escape had been incredibly weak,
and now he sensed no trepidation in her at all.
It was like shooting fish in a barrel, but he couldn’t bring
himself to feel remorse for this particular piece of sexual torture. They
almost always claimed to hate it, one or two had safeworded out of it, but he’d
never had a submissive claim “forced orgasm” as a hard limit.
Innocent as Tess was, responsive as she was and as sensitive
as she still must be after the afternoon they’d spent, this promised to be
quite entertaining.
He lubed up the big red dildo and turned to Tess, taking an
extra few seconds to savor the sight of her kneeling by the frame, vulnerable
but eager. It hit him in a rush, the fact that he’d been right all along, that
it hadn’t only been wishful thinking. She was his friend, practically family,
yes. But he’d always wanted more from her, wanted this . He’d all but
convinced himself it would never happen. Now he was already at a loss to
picture his life without her. Here, chained in his basement like a love slave.
Upstairs, puttering around in the kitchen.
Things that hadn’t even happened yet sprang to mind. Her car
in his driveway, her clothes taking up too much of the closet. Strange
cosmetics littering the bathroom counter. Walking in the door at night and
hearing her call a welcome. Her fingers on the keyboard, quick and light when
the words were flowing, vicious and stabbing when they weren’t.
She stared at him, one eyebrow raised.
Shaking his head, Jake pulled the elongated dildo from its
bracket, set it aside then crouched down to unhook Tess’ restraints and pull
her into the center of the framework. “I got this thing for a steal, along with
my bed frame, when a friend of mine who ran a bondage club got transferred for
his day job and couldn’t find anyone to take the place over before he had to
move. He sold everything off for practically nothing. One of the playrooms had
a gym and locker room theme, and he’d had this beauty custom-retrofitted from a
top-of-the-line commercial unit. And you know why I wanted it?”
Tess shook her head, looking bemused.
Jake lifted her hands up to the sides, one at a time,
securing her cuffs to the frame above shoulder level before moving on to her
ankles. “I wanted it so I could work out without having to go to the gym. I’ve
never used it for anything else. All these extras have been sitting in this box
in my closet for over three years. Taking up space.”
When he clipped the cuff on her second ankle into place,
Tess lost her balance, swinging back an inch or two against the sturdy chains
that held her wrists. She couldn’t fall any farther than that, there wasn’t
enough slack. She was cuffed into a wide “X”, so it was easy enough to right
herself. But Jake was in that humanitarian mood again.
“Woops. You look like you could use some extra stability.”
She was already wet, visibly so, but Jake applied lube to
her pussy anyway, working her hot sheath until she started to clench around his
fingers. Then he slotted the dildo support back into its bracket between her
feet and pulled Tess’ hips forward so the slick lips of her cunt eased over the
bright red cock. With a few adjustments, Jake lengthened the telescoping rod
until most of the dildo’s length was snugly hidden inside her. He watched Tess’
expression as he tightened the clamps, making sure nothing would slip out of
place no matter how much Tess tried to move.
“There. Much better.”
He couldn’t hide how hard he was, how crazy it was making
him to see that bright red intruder taking up the space he wanted to occupy,
pushing apart lush pink folds that were full and sensitive from their earlier play
and Tess’ building excitement. When she lifted on her toes then slowly lowered
herself again, working as much of the toy as she was able and
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