Homemade Bondage Furniture by K
The bench stood waist high to a full grown, healthy man and you were no
exception, pet. Standing next to it before the party started, I could see
that you had crafted it perfectly to the design I had in mind. A spanking
bench extraordinaire, with loops and pads to hold the feet in place and a
fine chin rest at the other end to give you the support you would need for
the long night ahead. Made of black leather, it was thing of real beauty.
When you knelt over it and were strapped into place, my own piece of bondage
furniture is what you’d become.
My hand on your face, I settled your chin into that homemade cup. A perfect
fit, pet. I wonder how many times you tried it on for size and dreamed of
this moment?
Your focus narrowed till the bench pushing along the line of your stomach
and the strappings holding you steady were all you knew. Black leather
straps at your ankles, your thighs and wrists, you were quite the sight to
behold, my pet. With one last kiss on your forehead and a brush of your
hair, the hood was put on and buckled in place. Your world was cut down
even more. With a firm pull on the zipper at your mouth, I took away your
last recourse. You were going to be forced to live out your fantasy of being
objectified.
The music was started. The doorbell rang and voices were shouting. Some
entered the room you were in and you were ignored. Oh, not just ignored, but
*royally* ignored. Not one comment was made of you; I made sure of that. You
really didn’t think every bit of your dream would come true EXACTLY as you
wished, did you?
Time passed so slowly for you, I’m sure. Your legs must have started to feel
the strain of keeping that position. Then a drink was placed on your ass
and conversation was made over you.. Things got interesting when the sweat
from a glass ran down and landed in the crack of your ass. A finger followed
it and lingered there.. that small little action started a small avalanche,
didn’t it? (Oh yes, I was paying attention). Your cock swelled hard and you
moved on your bench, causing the drink to sway and tip over. The man you
splashed belonged to Miss Abigail. They didn’t take it lightly, did they,
pet? That furniture should fight back was basically unheard of
many times did that paddle smack you? I must admit, I never realized she
had such a swing!
The trouble with parties is that sometimes they escalate. One person has a
thought (me) and before you know it, it’s run thru the room. I turned my
head and a few minutes later, my poor dear pet was being speared. A sub was
leashed to his mistress still, but he was drilling a hole thru you, my poor
poor dear. Strange thoughts some folks have, to think this is hot. Well
get to me. Here they were all thinking the wiggling was from anguish, when
both you and I know, a bit of meat is just what you relish.
Stepping up closer, as was my right, I could see the grip he had on your
hips was quite tight. He fell in a pattern of fucking you deep..his eyes on
his Mistress, not letting her lose, even in his moment of passion she was
still his focus. and YOU poor toy .. the only focus you had was of being on
a skewer. I stepped quite close to your head and hoped the perfume I wore
would reach thru your hood. I wanted you to know that I was always close.
Looking down, I could see your hands clenched tight around the thick wooden
dowels you had painted jet black. You were enjoying this allot, weren’t
you, norty lad? I think, in all honesty, that was the moment that I decided
to push. You dreamed of being used, tormented and forgotten. I was going to
do everything in my power to see that that happened. Why? because it amused
me to take things farther than you wanted. I DO love pushing you, you see.
Kneeling in front of you, I unzipped your mouth, allowing the moans to
escape for just a few minutes, while I put on the ring gag. You were gasping
for air, moaning in lust. You were close to flying and the evening hadn’t
even begun! A kiss to your lips, my tongue wrapped round yours, then the
gag was slipped in and fastened *tight*. God, you looked hot! I could see
the sweat glistening on your body, your muscles were bunching and clenching
with every thrust of that slave.
But it was my turn for playing with my boycunt, wasn’t it? For some reason,
I don’t think Abigail minded me pushing her boy off. He was panting and
dripping, now totally eager to mind her a little better. I then warmed you
up with the flogger till your body shook. The streaks ran across your back
and your ass, red with the heat. I didn’t do it gently and I didn’t take my
time. I wanted you THERE for me, pet. Right at the edge of the tether that
kept you from flying. So hotly eager. Your legs trembled when I took you
thru my arsenal.. The flogger of deer, then the moose, till I finally had an
Australian bunny lapping at you. I wanted you warmed before I sank myself
into that slutty little toyhole. You were primed by the looks of it,
dripping and shaking your head back and forth like a stag in heat
More. I *needed* more. I was so in love and lust at that moment, that I
needed to be IN you. To become masculine in gender and take what was mine.
I stepped between your spread legs, dug my fingers in your legs and held on
tight. I sunk that piece of cock so deep in you, I could feel the hairs on
the back of your thighs touch my pussylips. To the hilt I shoved in. Deep
and forbidden. Then wiggled my hips trying to find that slut button. There
was no in and out, it was straight for that spot. I was going to press it,
and press it, till your legs gave out.
ahhhh.. there it is, I could tell, you see. Your back arched and you stood
straight in the saddle. The only thing holding you down were the leather
straps you had made. If that gag had allowed you the ability to make a full
sound, I would have heard the howl you made. Mad with desire, all inhibition
gone. Just the feelings that flowed between us to help keep you grounded.
My hands at your hips, MY nails digging in. A grin at a friend who was at
the ready (you see, this was planned out from the very beginning) and that
ring gag was tested. She brought your head up, placed it in that chin cup,
then slid her cock in. There was nothing to stop her, that ring gag kept you
wide open for her.. You were nothing more than a piece of furniture to be
used for our pleasure.
Your mistress at one end, a dear friend at the other, poor baby, it looked
like you were to become a true fuck sandwich. We rocked you, we two, to and
fro, like a seesaw that had gone mad with exquisite timing. Your mouth was
stretched wide and your drool let her slide. She had a grip on your head
and was rocking inside. I held your hips tight while my nails left half
moons. I could *hear* the energy around you, if such a thing were
possible. Like the twinning a guitar makes when it’s chord lingers in the
air. You were vibrating, shimmering on that bench, sucking on a cock and not
allowed any choice. My open palm slapped your ass while I road you strong.
I came long and hard from the feeling that inspired. I remember reaching
down and feeling the wetness trickling down my thighs. You were such a very
good boy that night.
Do you remember what happened next?
finished. Then patted your back and ass, told you that you were a good toy
to play with, then went to get fresh drinks. As I turned my back on you, I
could hear your wounded cry.. to be left in such a condition wasn’t the
nicest thing I could of done.. but who ever said I was nice?
This was *your* fantasy, pet and you know that old saying, always be careful
what you wish for.
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