Picture perfect trilogy Pt 3 conclusion
- 3 years ago
- 37
- 0
234 Holiday Surprise Trilogy Section 4 A Dairy Con free porn video
234 Holiday surprise trilogy section 4
Now this story is linked to the story a holiday surprise as you will find later in the thing if you can bear to follow it to its final destination, it has been broken into sections to make it less of a tome, (war and peace eat your heart out lol)
234 A Dairy conversion (pt4)
My wife Ann and I had begun reading from hamster, literotica, etc both together and singularly in the hope of stimulating our flagging sex life after 25 years of a very vanilla marriage it was, we believed, our marriages last chance saloon.
We came, or at least Ann came, across a series called holiday surprise, for some reason known to herself she found the whole thing very sexually stimulating, and pointed it out to me saying it really turned her on.
To humour her I re-read the thing, and though it was “interesting” in fact it did the business for me, but I did not want to admit too much, I could not really see why she had picked this particular story to point out to me, she, having never shown any interest in anything the least bit “out of the ordinary sexually”. Anyway, we sat in our bed that night both clutching our tablet`s and each read the thing again, it`s a multi-piece story and at the end of the first couple of chapters we began to discuss the thing, she remarked that the job was a work of fiction and that no-one would have done some of the things described and been able to walk away. We discussed why this particular story turned her on so much and she replied that she found the thought of bondage, and pain to an extent golden showers gave her a certain excitement in a way she had never thought possible.
Me, well surprise would be an understatement, the tablets went to either side of the bed as we embraced, perhaps thinking that we hardly knew one another, we began to quietly explore our new-found interests verbally.
I explained that though I found the showers business stimulating I was not sure that I wanted to try “drinking at the fountain” as in the story, and she agreed that perhaps that was a step too far ‘at this stage!’‘
She in reply said that “I needn`t think I was going to brand her either, or use insects!” although she did say there were some other things in the story she fancied trying.
To say I was interested was an understatement this wife I thought I knew all about, was perhaps the one I felt least to understand, and all said and done I like to think I am a red-blooded male!
She asked if there was any fantasy`s I had that we had not so far spoken about and as we were both in the mood of a new openness, and I haltingly explained that I had always wanted to see her with another man, which took her back a little.
We decided that as we both had work in the morning we would spend the next 24 hours thinking about what we did and didn’t want to explore, then we would try, or not try whatever we both agreed we wanted to do, surprisingly we kissed and got down to sleep.
We both had a disturbed night, I think, though neither of us admitted it and work next day, was a distracted affair that seemed to last forever. Together, our evening meal over we sat on our living room sofa neither wishing to start the conversation.
Haltingly Ann began, perhaps she`s more outgoing, she gently broached the subject, “had I thought about what we had been talking about the evening before” she quietly asked. (Had I... I had thought of little else all day.) “Er um yes I had given it some brief thought.”
“And” she persisted her eyebrows raised, “And?”
Now I should say my wife is a big girl, 5 ft 11” tall big of breast with little droop, and big of rump, though not fat, she`s shall we say big boned, a jolly, pretty girl in her youth she is now a 43year-old beauty, but she is not a body to argue with being both strong in will and body. Me I might be just over 6 ft tall and am of slim ‘un-fit’ build, but I am man enough to admit that as my marriage is a bit on the shaky side when this lady asks its better, to answer! So...
I took the easy way out and said, “that I was happy and willing to go as far as she wanted as long as there was no permanent damage to either of us or our marriage.” Diplomacy on the hoof I thought! Perhaps if I had known where this would lead I would have been more excited!
Her face lit up, saying she was surprised that I had “gone for it...” surreally we discussed the things we would need for a real BDMS scene, sitting in comfort on our sofa, in domestic edge of Eastbourne town, as most people would buy curtains, or a carpet, we picked gags, wrist straps, ankle restraints, even a saint Andrews cross, all from sites on the web. We had recently been left a small legacy, so it was that that financed the items. Ann deciding on the implements she wanted used on her body, my mouth fell open as she picked; a cat of 9 tails, a crop and a small whip which I found very erotic and a tawse which I found just a little intimidating perhaps.
So, I added a mains vibrator to the list, nipple clamps and a remote vibrating egg to finish off.
By now we were both getting a bit excited, and could hardly keep our hands from one another beginning to remove the odd piece of clothing like her dress, and my trousers when the phone rang, it was her mother, Curses, I continued removing her clothes and had her bra off before the bit about the weather and great aunt Maureen’s bunions was over. By the time they had started on Cousin Mable’s warts I was suckling on her lovely teats my hand between her thighs, while I knelt on the cold hard floor. Her eyes rolling as she tried to concentrate on her mother`s babble.
Her breathing slowly becoming laboured and deep, as she became more excited and it was an effort to answer her mother who kept asking if she was ok as she didn`t sound so well. I had to smother a chuckle at that as her quick-thinking daughter struggled to explain she had a bit of a cold, that sparked off a tirade of medical hints and tips prolonging the agony, while I smothered a laugh by burying my face in my wife`s panties. Ann seemed relieved when the older woman finally said her goodbyes and quickly hung the receiver on its base while sliding down the sofa and forcing my face into her wet crutch with the other hand while questioning my parent`s marital situation. Off came those sopping knickers at speed!
After a short time, Ann tried to stop my ministrations to her now sloppy clit, saying she needed to pee and mindful of our conversation the night before ... I ignored her,
Then I said, “Golden showers was her idea!”
knowing our floor had hard farmhouse style tiles as we occasionally worked as foster parents to the odd dog for the local a****l welfare society, we knew there was no carpets to worry about just a couple of rugs which I kicked to one side. She sat a moment thought about the situation then straddled me and with a splash, my chin, throat and chest received a stream of hot golden water, my tongue still on her clit the whole time, her face showing a look of real joy as she had her first big orgasm for months, a brief affair true but full of gasping and groaning emotion.
I was soon in the saddle my prick deep in her hot channel and her sofa back, beating a tattoo on the wall, in just a short time my hot jizz was splattering her womb as I came with as much power as I could manage too muster.
Miss-timed as usual but at least we had both made it for the first time in months which was a surprise and was proof if proof was needed that the “new we” had at least a chance if we could let ourselves go.
We mopped up together then we showered and went to our bed making long slow love until we drifted off to sleep. Over the next few days nothing was said, then a knock on the door on the Friday evening, found us with a delivery of a long stout cardboard box, it contained two stout planks, bolts, straps and instruction`s as to how to construct the St Andrews cross complete with securing straps. It took 2 hours to complete the thing and it took another 2 hours to shift the junk that had collected over the years in our old dairy, we worked late that night and most of Saturday too.
I should explain that we live in a small Sussex ex-farmhouse, with outhouses, on the outskirts of town, left to me by an uncle some years ago. The place is surrounded by council houses, the nearest 100 yards away on the other side of a main road so noise no object.
An old armchair fell to pieces as we moved it displacing a number of mice. A solid wooden bench and a table to match we left in the milking stall, but the bathtub the mangle and the rotting horse collar found themselves in the “for sale” pile in the loose box next door. It was then we found the milking pump, a hand pumped twin cup affair rather than the more usual four, complete with spares in a wooden crate in a small store-cupboard, left by the last owner who had kept goats, we knew it would be just perfect. The space was perfect too, a drained tile floor, two rings on the walls originally to tie the a****l being milked, and a strip light in need of replacement. Securing the cross to the wall out of direct sight of the door, putting a bolt on the inside of the door and a coat of paint over the windows completed the conversion of our dairy to our playroom and by the end of that Saturday things were looking fairly presentable having been cleaned and scrubbed, spot lights in place of the old strip and even a coat of white emulsion on the walls to transform it.
To our intense displeasure we had to go out that Saturday evening to a family party we would have been missed from, in truth we needed to let the walls dry anyway, Ann spent the evening being chatted up by one of my second cousins who had a “bit of a reputation” in the family while I quietly got well plastered.
Sunday dawned, my head banging furiously; we were at home though how we got there I had no idea and Ann seemed in a mood over something though what she did not explain. Her in-turned lips in typical woman fashion the only real hint I was not flavour of the month.
We retrieved the car from the party venue later that day still in a frosty silence.
So, we now had a play-room, no toys, and a wife in a real strop, I suspected, because I had had to be carried home by her dad. Thus I desperately needed brownie points and that milker needed a lot of work, replacement rubbers, oil, that sort of thing but with a little coaxing it began to suck when the handle was turned sucking water from a bucket into its attached churn.
Ann`s eyes lit up when I showed her, my head was now beginning to clear a bit as she suggested we tried out the cross. We retreated to our dairy locked the door and removed our clothes, it struck bloody cold on my nude skin and Ann`s nipples stood out like hat pegs, us both noting the need to buy a heater!
She quietly said that she had intended to misuse my body in view of last night`s performance, however as the toys had not yet arrived she would try the cross herself and I had better be gentle and make her come at least twice.
I had the feeling of a lucky escapee. I did not argue, quickly strapping her to the cross I fetched the pump to her side put a little Vaseline on her lovely breasts then began to turn the handle with one hand while slipping the cups onto her nipples, not easy but with persistence I got the things to function, the effect was instant! She began to wimper and wriggles her body, saying it was something special, that the pain round her nipples was intense but just manageable and that she would be coming very soon.
I put my spare hand to her now wet sex, a finger inside her, thumb flicking her clit. Her climax was spectacular, her head back, whimpering, panting, gasping, always a gusher her sex spit splashes of cum onto my wrist. I didn`t stop fingering her now tightening sex, her body wriggling in an effort to dislodge my hand, she came again, more noise this time her eyes and her lips begging me to stop, which I reluctantly did, the pump now still the cups fell away releasing her sore and reddened nipples. She slumped in her straps, her weight on her wrists and the footrests 4” off the floor; she smiled and whispered that “that had been the best yet!”
I released her ankles, then her wrists and we sat in silence her on the bench, me on the table, we knew we had found our personal sexual outlet and tomorrow the toys would start to arrive.
Thus, it was that Ann and I awaited the post with increasing enthusiasm; first to arrive was a parcel of gags and restraints, delivered early, in fact during breakfast on the Tuesday morning. All good quality leather straps, with soft padding where-ever appropriate and gags which Ann said where colour coded with soft mouth-size balls of blue, pink and green which Ann laughingly suggested were for you me and any visitors... till then I had not envisaged visitors, that was (if you will excuse the pun...) a whole new ball game!
That needed thinking about, though not now, no time. We were soon reluctantly dumping them in the dairy cupboard, both itching to use them, but off to work as man cannot live by sex alone at least these one`s can`t.
I arrived home first that evening to find a delivery note from the parcel delivery chappie, saying a damaged parcel was awaiting collection at the post sorting office, so before I took of my coat I drove down there to collect it. The clerk went off to find my package, and returned with the most battered cardboard box imaginable, from which at one end was poking the handle of a rawhide cat of 9 tails. With an oily grin the clerk obviously enjoying the situation, passed the bundle over along with the damage claim form, saying “he was sorry about the state of the package and could I check the contents and fill in the form!” Without outwardly turning a hair, though inwardly seething with embarrassment, I, checking the “item`s,” against the invoice which to my horror had clearly Emblazoned in 1” high red letters WHIPS ARE US across the top!
Cringing inwardly, I then filled out the claim form under the bemused gaze of the post clerk, stating that both another small whip and a riding crop were missing from the parcel, and that they were “ornamental display pieces” I doubt he believed it.
I was soon home, and to Ann`s great amusement explaining the humiliating situation I had just been through, she mourned the loss saying she felt fortunate she had not arrived home first but at least the postal service would need to replace our items.
Anne had bought from her work a gas heater, (she works for a major hardware chain and gets staff discount) and realising we would be keen to try the toy`s, she, being a practical girl, had put the heater in the dairy and lit it to warm the place before cooking tea, which we ate in silence both keen to try our new toys, but neither wanting to show the other just how eager either of us really were.
We were soon in the dairy, basking in the warmth and removing our clothes, a toss of a coin had me losing and being the “victim” up on the cross, my erect dick doing its best to dig a hole in the wall I was facing with excitement, as Anne strapped me in place with my back facing her. Laughing she began flicking my back with what was to later become her favourite weapon, the cat, the mild stinging effect soon had my pre-cum dripping down the wall, just below where the planks crossed, the first of a whole lot of stains that would grace that particular piece of stonework in time.
Ann kept up a regular steady pace, my back now a warm pink glowing sheet of discomfort. I began to moan, I thought softly, Anne didn`t agree so she fetched the blue gag and fitted it between my teeth. This had the effect of jamming my jaw open causing me more discomfort and making me dribble, it did however stop me from screaming when the next blow fell across my shoulders ‘Thwack,’ a real blow, my mind now went into overdrive, did she not realise I had to work tomorrow?
Thwack, What, if she got carried away and failed to stop, Thwack, my buttocks became a sea of fire, with the gag a safe word was impossible, (not that we amateurs had thought of that of course), Thwack, my skin felt like it must be peeling, Thwack, back to my shoulders, my dick now trying to bore a hole in the rough bricks, my bell end sore from the rough surface. Bracing my-self for the next blow, there is a pause.
Her cool hand probing between my legs gripping my hot manhood and roughly pulling it downward to face the floor, she playfully gave it a stroke or two while pushing my hips towards to the wall and hissing the single word “stay” in my ear. Thwack another stinging stroke to my buttocks, then another and another, a veritable rain of light but stinging strokes across my poor butt.
Her next stroke, a very gentle one it must be said, flicked upwards between the cheeks of my backside, an upward stroke the tips of the thongs flicking up and catching my tool trapped as it was between my body and the wall, along with my very vulnerable balls in a sudden embrace that stung and stimulated me in such a way that I began to cum instantly, my seed spraying onto the wall and the floor in equal measures.
My body having had enough, slumped in its bonds, prompting my captor to release my legs then my wrists, I staggered to the bench and gingerly sat on my still stinging butt spitting the gag from my mouth as I did so. I felt drained my jaw ached, my back stung but I felt elated, slowly coming down from the surprising high that cat had produced.
We held an autopsy, both on a practical level and an emotional one, both of us now having experienced a basic scenario. Anne first asking if the security and the feeling of helplessness had had the same effect on me as it had on her, to which I explained the thoughts that had passed through my mind`s eye during the last half hour or so, part excitement part shear terror. We both agreed that we had enjoyed the whole scene though and both of us wanted more. Most importantly a safe word or sign was to be a must at every session, in case one of us got carried away or perhaps to save one of us from being carried away… by the ambulance service or worse.
Learning ‘as we go along style’ and on a more practical note we needed to have a few changes it was clear, the cross either needed moving so it was well off the wall, or we needed better access to both front and back of the victim, I suggested simply using chains from the beam and a couple of eye bolts in the floor. A refinement being a block and tackle, though that would have to come from the roof truss as the headroom was insufficient from the beams. At the mention of that I saw a fleeting smile cross Ann`s face, and realised she was imagining something perhaps from the hamster story that had started all this, though she refused to be drawn on what it was, some things still being as yet just a bit too private!
Mentally I resolved to either re-read the story to see if I could work it out or to extricate the information by torture. That thought appealed...
Anyway, on the practicality front, we decided to install am old fridge and kettle to cater for our “coming down” time, dressing to go indoors being a decided downer, especially on wet nights, the bench needed some padding too, it was bloody hard without the welts with them it was a crippler! A simple extension to the front door bell was suggested as we didn’t want unwanted guests poking around looking for us, and the luxury of an extension to the phone so we didn`t miss calls and provoke family visits. We would install our old dart board rather than tossing a coin and, and, and oh to hell with it, we needed to play again, and it was Ann`s turn.
She took her place willingly up on the cross and I strapped her in to the position facing the wall that I had occupied only a short while before, her mouth soon willingly filled with her new pink gag and I took my place, cat in hand, a feeling of power surging through me as I gazed at the magnificent backside of my lady wife, her legs wide open, expectant of the blows she knew were to come. Her body seemed so very vulnerable, as the first blow landed it twitched in a most exciting way. The second blow fell, another twitch, harder this time another blow, her whole body now taking the strokes and absorbing them as if the power of each lash was fuelling some inner fire. By the tenth stroke her back was a warm pink, so I began to aim lower, her cheeks began to take on the same pink hue, more strokes, and the redness was becoming a livid scarlet and worried for her and not wanting to go too far I released the gag, her breath was deep gasps that told of real arousal and she gasped at me “don’t stop me being so close.” I took up my cat again and began to lay the thongs onto her backside with a will, her body writhing now as much as the securing straps would allow, she began her climax, noisily moaning as each blow fell, until the inevitable slump of a body well used, signalled a stop.
The silence was deafening as I released her legs then her arms, helping her to the bench to regain her breath, on her face a smile that told me I would be doing more of this sort of thing and very soon.
Now this story is linked to the story a holiday surprise as you will find later in the thing if you can bear to follow it to its final destination, it has been broken into sections to make it less of a tome, (war and peace eat your heart out lol)
234 A Dairy conversion (pt4)
My wife Ann and I had begun reading from hamster, literotica, etc both together and singularly in the hope of stimulating our flagging sex life after 25 years of a very vanilla marriage it was, we believed, our marriages last chance saloon.
We came, or at least Ann came, across a series called holiday surprise, for some reason known to herself she found the whole thing very sexually stimulating, and pointed it out to me saying it really turned her on.
To humour her I re-read the thing, and though it was “interesting” in fact it did the business for me, but I did not want to admit too much, I could not really see why she had picked this particular story to point out to me, she, having never shown any interest in anything the least bit “out of the ordinary sexually”. Anyway, we sat in our bed that night both clutching our tablet`s and each read the thing again, it`s a multi-piece story and at the end of the first couple of chapters we began to discuss the thing, she remarked that the job was a work of fiction and that no-one would have done some of the things described and been able to walk away. We discussed why this particular story turned her on so much and she replied that she found the thought of bondage, and pain to an extent golden showers gave her a certain excitement in a way she had never thought possible.
Me, well surprise would be an understatement, the tablets went to either side of the bed as we embraced, perhaps thinking that we hardly knew one another, we began to quietly explore our new-found interests verbally.
I explained that though I found the showers business stimulating I was not sure that I wanted to try “drinking at the fountain” as in the story, and she agreed that perhaps that was a step too far ‘at this stage!’‘
She in reply said that “I needn`t think I was going to brand her either, or use insects!” although she did say there were some other things in the story she fancied trying.
To say I was interested was an understatement this wife I thought I knew all about, was perhaps the one I felt least to understand, and all said and done I like to think I am a red-blooded male!
She asked if there was any fantasy`s I had that we had not so far spoken about and as we were both in the mood of a new openness, and I haltingly explained that I had always wanted to see her with another man, which took her back a little.
We decided that as we both had work in the morning we would spend the next 24 hours thinking about what we did and didn’t want to explore, then we would try, or not try whatever we both agreed we wanted to do, surprisingly we kissed and got down to sleep.
We both had a disturbed night, I think, though neither of us admitted it and work next day, was a distracted affair that seemed to last forever. Together, our evening meal over we sat on our living room sofa neither wishing to start the conversation.
Haltingly Ann began, perhaps she`s more outgoing, she gently broached the subject, “had I thought about what we had been talking about the evening before” she quietly asked. (Had I... I had thought of little else all day.) “Er um yes I had given it some brief thought.”
“And” she persisted her eyebrows raised, “And?”
Now I should say my wife is a big girl, 5 ft 11” tall big of breast with little droop, and big of rump, though not fat, she`s shall we say big boned, a jolly, pretty girl in her youth she is now a 43year-old beauty, but she is not a body to argue with being both strong in will and body. Me I might be just over 6 ft tall and am of slim ‘un-fit’ build, but I am man enough to admit that as my marriage is a bit on the shaky side when this lady asks its better, to answer! So...
I took the easy way out and said, “that I was happy and willing to go as far as she wanted as long as there was no permanent damage to either of us or our marriage.” Diplomacy on the hoof I thought! Perhaps if I had known where this would lead I would have been more excited!
Her face lit up, saying she was surprised that I had “gone for it...” surreally we discussed the things we would need for a real BDMS scene, sitting in comfort on our sofa, in domestic edge of Eastbourne town, as most people would buy curtains, or a carpet, we picked gags, wrist straps, ankle restraints, even a saint Andrews cross, all from sites on the web. We had recently been left a small legacy, so it was that that financed the items. Ann deciding on the implements she wanted used on her body, my mouth fell open as she picked; a cat of 9 tails, a crop and a small whip which I found very erotic and a tawse which I found just a little intimidating perhaps.
So, I added a mains vibrator to the list, nipple clamps and a remote vibrating egg to finish off.
By now we were both getting a bit excited, and could hardly keep our hands from one another beginning to remove the odd piece of clothing like her dress, and my trousers when the phone rang, it was her mother, Curses, I continued removing her clothes and had her bra off before the bit about the weather and great aunt Maureen’s bunions was over. By the time they had started on Cousin Mable’s warts I was suckling on her lovely teats my hand between her thighs, while I knelt on the cold hard floor. Her eyes rolling as she tried to concentrate on her mother`s babble.
Her breathing slowly becoming laboured and deep, as she became more excited and it was an effort to answer her mother who kept asking if she was ok as she didn`t sound so well. I had to smother a chuckle at that as her quick-thinking daughter struggled to explain she had a bit of a cold, that sparked off a tirade of medical hints and tips prolonging the agony, while I smothered a laugh by burying my face in my wife`s panties. Ann seemed relieved when the older woman finally said her goodbyes and quickly hung the receiver on its base while sliding down the sofa and forcing my face into her wet crutch with the other hand while questioning my parent`s marital situation. Off came those sopping knickers at speed!
After a short time, Ann tried to stop my ministrations to her now sloppy clit, saying she needed to pee and mindful of our conversation the night before ... I ignored her,
Then I said, “Golden showers was her idea!”
knowing our floor had hard farmhouse style tiles as we occasionally worked as foster parents to the odd dog for the local a****l welfare society, we knew there was no carpets to worry about just a couple of rugs which I kicked to one side. She sat a moment thought about the situation then straddled me and with a splash, my chin, throat and chest received a stream of hot golden water, my tongue still on her clit the whole time, her face showing a look of real joy as she had her first big orgasm for months, a brief affair true but full of gasping and groaning emotion.
I was soon in the saddle my prick deep in her hot channel and her sofa back, beating a tattoo on the wall, in just a short time my hot jizz was splattering her womb as I came with as much power as I could manage too muster.
Miss-timed as usual but at least we had both made it for the first time in months which was a surprise and was proof if proof was needed that the “new we” had at least a chance if we could let ourselves go.
We mopped up together then we showered and went to our bed making long slow love until we drifted off to sleep. Over the next few days nothing was said, then a knock on the door on the Friday evening, found us with a delivery of a long stout cardboard box, it contained two stout planks, bolts, straps and instruction`s as to how to construct the St Andrews cross complete with securing straps. It took 2 hours to complete the thing and it took another 2 hours to shift the junk that had collected over the years in our old dairy, we worked late that night and most of Saturday too.
I should explain that we live in a small Sussex ex-farmhouse, with outhouses, on the outskirts of town, left to me by an uncle some years ago. The place is surrounded by council houses, the nearest 100 yards away on the other side of a main road so noise no object.
An old armchair fell to pieces as we moved it displacing a number of mice. A solid wooden bench and a table to match we left in the milking stall, but the bathtub the mangle and the rotting horse collar found themselves in the “for sale” pile in the loose box next door. It was then we found the milking pump, a hand pumped twin cup affair rather than the more usual four, complete with spares in a wooden crate in a small store-cupboard, left by the last owner who had kept goats, we knew it would be just perfect. The space was perfect too, a drained tile floor, two rings on the walls originally to tie the a****l being milked, and a strip light in need of replacement. Securing the cross to the wall out of direct sight of the door, putting a bolt on the inside of the door and a coat of paint over the windows completed the conversion of our dairy to our playroom and by the end of that Saturday things were looking fairly presentable having been cleaned and scrubbed, spot lights in place of the old strip and even a coat of white emulsion on the walls to transform it.
To our intense displeasure we had to go out that Saturday evening to a family party we would have been missed from, in truth we needed to let the walls dry anyway, Ann spent the evening being chatted up by one of my second cousins who had a “bit of a reputation” in the family while I quietly got well plastered.
Sunday dawned, my head banging furiously; we were at home though how we got there I had no idea and Ann seemed in a mood over something though what she did not explain. Her in-turned lips in typical woman fashion the only real hint I was not flavour of the month.
We retrieved the car from the party venue later that day still in a frosty silence.
So, we now had a play-room, no toys, and a wife in a real strop, I suspected, because I had had to be carried home by her dad. Thus I desperately needed brownie points and that milker needed a lot of work, replacement rubbers, oil, that sort of thing but with a little coaxing it began to suck when the handle was turned sucking water from a bucket into its attached churn.
Ann`s eyes lit up when I showed her, my head was now beginning to clear a bit as she suggested we tried out the cross. We retreated to our dairy locked the door and removed our clothes, it struck bloody cold on my nude skin and Ann`s nipples stood out like hat pegs, us both noting the need to buy a heater!
She quietly said that she had intended to misuse my body in view of last night`s performance, however as the toys had not yet arrived she would try the cross herself and I had better be gentle and make her come at least twice.
I had the feeling of a lucky escapee. I did not argue, quickly strapping her to the cross I fetched the pump to her side put a little Vaseline on her lovely breasts then began to turn the handle with one hand while slipping the cups onto her nipples, not easy but with persistence I got the things to function, the effect was instant! She began to wimper and wriggles her body, saying it was something special, that the pain round her nipples was intense but just manageable and that she would be coming very soon.
I put my spare hand to her now wet sex, a finger inside her, thumb flicking her clit. Her climax was spectacular, her head back, whimpering, panting, gasping, always a gusher her sex spit splashes of cum onto my wrist. I didn`t stop fingering her now tightening sex, her body wriggling in an effort to dislodge my hand, she came again, more noise this time her eyes and her lips begging me to stop, which I reluctantly did, the pump now still the cups fell away releasing her sore and reddened nipples. She slumped in her straps, her weight on her wrists and the footrests 4” off the floor; she smiled and whispered that “that had been the best yet!”
I released her ankles, then her wrists and we sat in silence her on the bench, me on the table, we knew we had found our personal sexual outlet and tomorrow the toys would start to arrive.
Thus, it was that Ann and I awaited the post with increasing enthusiasm; first to arrive was a parcel of gags and restraints, delivered early, in fact during breakfast on the Tuesday morning. All good quality leather straps, with soft padding where-ever appropriate and gags which Ann said where colour coded with soft mouth-size balls of blue, pink and green which Ann laughingly suggested were for you me and any visitors... till then I had not envisaged visitors, that was (if you will excuse the pun...) a whole new ball game!
That needed thinking about, though not now, no time. We were soon reluctantly dumping them in the dairy cupboard, both itching to use them, but off to work as man cannot live by sex alone at least these one`s can`t.
I arrived home first that evening to find a delivery note from the parcel delivery chappie, saying a damaged parcel was awaiting collection at the post sorting office, so before I took of my coat I drove down there to collect it. The clerk went off to find my package, and returned with the most battered cardboard box imaginable, from which at one end was poking the handle of a rawhide cat of 9 tails. With an oily grin the clerk obviously enjoying the situation, passed the bundle over along with the damage claim form, saying “he was sorry about the state of the package and could I check the contents and fill in the form!” Without outwardly turning a hair, though inwardly seething with embarrassment, I, checking the “item`s,” against the invoice which to my horror had clearly Emblazoned in 1” high red letters WHIPS ARE US across the top!
Cringing inwardly, I then filled out the claim form under the bemused gaze of the post clerk, stating that both another small whip and a riding crop were missing from the parcel, and that they were “ornamental display pieces” I doubt he believed it.
I was soon home, and to Ann`s great amusement explaining the humiliating situation I had just been through, she mourned the loss saying she felt fortunate she had not arrived home first but at least the postal service would need to replace our items.
Anne had bought from her work a gas heater, (she works for a major hardware chain and gets staff discount) and realising we would be keen to try the toy`s, she, being a practical girl, had put the heater in the dairy and lit it to warm the place before cooking tea, which we ate in silence both keen to try our new toys, but neither wanting to show the other just how eager either of us really were.
We were soon in the dairy, basking in the warmth and removing our clothes, a toss of a coin had me losing and being the “victim” up on the cross, my erect dick doing its best to dig a hole in the wall I was facing with excitement, as Anne strapped me in place with my back facing her. Laughing she began flicking my back with what was to later become her favourite weapon, the cat, the mild stinging effect soon had my pre-cum dripping down the wall, just below where the planks crossed, the first of a whole lot of stains that would grace that particular piece of stonework in time.
Ann kept up a regular steady pace, my back now a warm pink glowing sheet of discomfort. I began to moan, I thought softly, Anne didn`t agree so she fetched the blue gag and fitted it between my teeth. This had the effect of jamming my jaw open causing me more discomfort and making me dribble, it did however stop me from screaming when the next blow fell across my shoulders ‘Thwack,’ a real blow, my mind now went into overdrive, did she not realise I had to work tomorrow?
Thwack, What, if she got carried away and failed to stop, Thwack, my buttocks became a sea of fire, with the gag a safe word was impossible, (not that we amateurs had thought of that of course), Thwack, my skin felt like it must be peeling, Thwack, back to my shoulders, my dick now trying to bore a hole in the rough bricks, my bell end sore from the rough surface. Bracing my-self for the next blow, there is a pause.
Her cool hand probing between my legs gripping my hot manhood and roughly pulling it downward to face the floor, she playfully gave it a stroke or two while pushing my hips towards to the wall and hissing the single word “stay” in my ear. Thwack another stinging stroke to my buttocks, then another and another, a veritable rain of light but stinging strokes across my poor butt.
Her next stroke, a very gentle one it must be said, flicked upwards between the cheeks of my backside, an upward stroke the tips of the thongs flicking up and catching my tool trapped as it was between my body and the wall, along with my very vulnerable balls in a sudden embrace that stung and stimulated me in such a way that I began to cum instantly, my seed spraying onto the wall and the floor in equal measures.
My body having had enough, slumped in its bonds, prompting my captor to release my legs then my wrists, I staggered to the bench and gingerly sat on my still stinging butt spitting the gag from my mouth as I did so. I felt drained my jaw ached, my back stung but I felt elated, slowly coming down from the surprising high that cat had produced.
We held an autopsy, both on a practical level and an emotional one, both of us now having experienced a basic scenario. Anne first asking if the security and the feeling of helplessness had had the same effect on me as it had on her, to which I explained the thoughts that had passed through my mind`s eye during the last half hour or so, part excitement part shear terror. We both agreed that we had enjoyed the whole scene though and both of us wanted more. Most importantly a safe word or sign was to be a must at every session, in case one of us got carried away or perhaps to save one of us from being carried away… by the ambulance service or worse.
Learning ‘as we go along style’ and on a more practical note we needed to have a few changes it was clear, the cross either needed moving so it was well off the wall, or we needed better access to both front and back of the victim, I suggested simply using chains from the beam and a couple of eye bolts in the floor. A refinement being a block and tackle, though that would have to come from the roof truss as the headroom was insufficient from the beams. At the mention of that I saw a fleeting smile cross Ann`s face, and realised she was imagining something perhaps from the hamster story that had started all this, though she refused to be drawn on what it was, some things still being as yet just a bit too private!
Mentally I resolved to either re-read the story to see if I could work it out or to extricate the information by torture. That thought appealed...
Anyway, on the practicality front, we decided to install am old fridge and kettle to cater for our “coming down” time, dressing to go indoors being a decided downer, especially on wet nights, the bench needed some padding too, it was bloody hard without the welts with them it was a crippler! A simple extension to the front door bell was suggested as we didn’t want unwanted guests poking around looking for us, and the luxury of an extension to the phone so we didn`t miss calls and provoke family visits. We would install our old dart board rather than tossing a coin and, and, and oh to hell with it, we needed to play again, and it was Ann`s turn.
She took her place willingly up on the cross and I strapped her in to the position facing the wall that I had occupied only a short while before, her mouth soon willingly filled with her new pink gag and I took my place, cat in hand, a feeling of power surging through me as I gazed at the magnificent backside of my lady wife, her legs wide open, expectant of the blows she knew were to come. Her body seemed so very vulnerable, as the first blow landed it twitched in a most exciting way. The second blow fell, another twitch, harder this time another blow, her whole body now taking the strokes and absorbing them as if the power of each lash was fuelling some inner fire. By the tenth stroke her back was a warm pink, so I began to aim lower, her cheeks began to take on the same pink hue, more strokes, and the redness was becoming a livid scarlet and worried for her and not wanting to go too far I released the gag, her breath was deep gasps that told of real arousal and she gasped at me “don’t stop me being so close.” I took up my cat again and began to lay the thongs onto her backside with a will, her body writhing now as much as the securing straps would allow, she began her climax, noisily moaning as each blow fell, until the inevitable slump of a body well used, signalled a stop.
The silence was deafening as I released her legs then her arms, helping her to the bench to regain her breath, on her face a smile that told me I would be doing more of this sort of thing and very soon.
Liesl
- 25.10.2020
- 31
- 0
Picture perfect trilogy Pt 2 Judys story
- 1 year ago
- 31
- 0
1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 45 The Fair Competition Cont
- 4 years ago
- 27
- 0
