It's jst a bench

He smiled at the sight of her, kneeling there, fully exposed for his pleasure. Her arms clasped behind her back thrust her tits forward and her slightly raised chin exposed her neck. Her knees were parted, exposing her cunt, and he could see that she was moist with need already. His eyes roamed over her, taking in her quivering flesh, her ragged breathing, her nipples that seemed to tighten as he watched.
He reached down, gathering her hair in his hand, slowly winding his fingers until her head was tightly in his palm, and he lifted her, bringing her neck to his mouth. He bit down on that tender place where neck meets shoulder, eliciting a moan from her.
He turned, still holding her head and hair, and walked/dragged her to the new bench he had built. He led her onto the bench, bending her over it and began to fasten her down. Ankles were secured, legs quite wide apart, then straps over each thigh. Another strap fastened her waist down.
He placed her collar around her neck, and that too was attached to the bench, in such a manner that her head was raised. He fastened her forearms and wrists to the padded arm rest, then stood back to admire his handiwork.
She was tethered, in doggie position, leaving every hole exposed. He grinned, and grabbed the new ring gag he had purchased. He carefully placed it in her mouth, then tied it securely behind her head and attached the points at each side to the bench so that she could not even wiggle her head.
"So, my little slut... can you guess what happens now?" he teased, his hands roaming her body. She made little noises, which amused him greatly. He placed an item in her hand, saying, "This is your 'red', press this like so.." his fingers showed her how to press the gadget, which elicited a loud and repeititive dinging noise, "and I will know you have hit your limit. Press it now, if you understand me."
She pressed the button, let it ding a couple times then let go of the button.
"Good girl!" He grinned. He grabbed her vibrating toy, and rubbed some lubrication onto it. He worked the toy into her cunt, then turned it on. She began to make little sounds for him, half protest half pleasure.
"Get used to it, miss... This bench is designed to hold such things." With that gem of information he snapped a clamp around the base of her toy, and adjusted a bar so that it would be held in place.
Then he adjusted another bar, this one with a small rubber cock, so that it was snuggly in her mouth...
"I want you to understand, my sweet slut, that each of your holes will be busy at all times, until I decide to take you off this bench." He grinned at her. "How lovely... every hole, just waiting for me to do as I please."
He moved around her again, and began to rub lubrication into her asshole, then worked a finger into her. He admired how her body trembled, her muted groans and moans as he explored her ass with is fingers, and mouth. Once her body was more receptive, he worked a butt plug into her ass, and fastened that to yet another attachment point.
With each of her holes thus plugged, he began to spank her, slapping her thighs and ass, pausing to grab her hair, bite her and play with her breasts. Once her ass was a nice pink, he grabbed a tawse, and began to work her flesh some more, each impact rewarded with more muted sounds and whimpers from her.
Then he grabbed the Hitachi Wand, and placed that strategically so that it would vibrate against her clit relentlessly. He turned it on the low setting, then moved around to her face. He removed the mouth dildo and before she could even gasp, slid his cock into her mouth.
He fucked her mouth, as she trembled, moaned and tried to buck, each toy tormenting and pleasing her as his cock stroked her mouth and throat.
He slid out of her mouth and crouched down, wiping her tears, and stroking her face as she moaned around the gag's ring. He replaced the mouth dildo then returned to her ass, gently removing the butt plug.
He lubricated his cock, turned the hitachi on the high setting, and worked himself into her ass, rocking against her as she clamped around him.

The devious man smiled as he flexed his hips, working his well lubricated cock in and out of her ass. "Such a good girl" he said, pressing his thumbs into the pressure point on each buttock, causing her to moan and wriggle. He could feel the beginning of her orgasm, her internal muscles clenching, her legs tensing, and he moaned at the sensation.
"That's right, cum for me" he encouraged as he rocked and thrust.
Her orgasm (and assgasms) left her mewling helplessly, her muscles clamping rythmically down upon him, as he rocked within her, the wand and vibrator stimulating her incessantly, the cock gag not able to muffle her sounds entirely as she tried to thrash about.
He continued to thrust and rock, smiling at her distressed sounds for a moment before he lowered the hitachi's settings. "No, my slut... we are not done yet" he teased her as he continued to fuck her ass. His hands stroked her skin, pinching, kneading, poking and caressing as he and the various toys rode her. Before long he could feel her muscles clenching again, and he picked up tempo to match her spasms.
Just as she came he jacked the hitachi back up to max and chuckled as her body responded, clenching and releasing, her mewls of distress and pleasure again rising in volume.
Her body continued to spasms, as he threw his own head back and moaned, withdrawing his cock and ejaculating over her ass. He could see her body continuing to spasms as he took a moment to enjoy his own release.
"What a good little slut" He murmured, watching the spasms abate, her body still trembling, her moans sounding panicky.
"What's wrong girl?" he laughed.."are things getting sensitive?" His fingers relubed her ass, and he pressed the butt plug back into place.
She moaned in frustration, body beginning to tense again.
"All three holes, till I am done, remember?"
She moaned again, piteously. "Just one more, that's a good girl." he fondled her breasts and then picked up his crop. As he watched her body stiffen and relax with the onset of yet another wave of orgasms, he landed a sharp swat to one thigh, then the other. As she moaned and wiggled, he layed two on each ass cheek.
He continued to beat her as she came, her body straining as she lay there, helpless and lost to the sensations he provided. As her trembling subsided, he reached down and wiggled the buzzing Hitachi, grinning as she again made stressed noises. He tormented her for a minute before finally turning it off. He made soothing noises as he slowly removed the various toys, his hands caressing her, whispering "good girl.. you did good"
He removed the O-ring, then began to slowly loosen the bonds holding her to the bench. He massaged her stiff limbs, then uncurled her from the bench and into his arms.
She snuggled into him and said in her most sated voice, "Thank you Sir."
He chuckled, "You are very welcome, miss."
She blushed, then giggled. "That is a mean piece of furniture Sir..."
"That?" he answered, "That is just a bench!"

Is that you, Santa ? Oh no!!

The usually prim lady sprawled on the couch, tipsy from the Bailey's and flushed with expectation. Her lover had promised to pop by this evening, and in a burst of alcohol fueled courage she had dressed up rather tartly for him, her hair swept up, lipstick dark red, and a slutty little outfit sure to widen his eyes. A patent leather under bust corset cinched her waist, her breasts bared and a matching patent skirt that barely covered her butt clung to her curvy body. The black stockings that encased her legs were sexy as heck and spiked heels on her feet finished the look, even if she was a bit wobbly in them.

She grinned as she imagined the look on his face, and her naughty thoughts made her body tingled and tighten in the most delicious ways. She let her thoughts wander, and was just beginning to imagine all sorts of sinful fun when she heard it... the jingle of bells, the booming sound of "hohoho".
She giggled, thinking her dear lover was playing around, and flounced to the door to let him in.

Except..

It was not her lover at all, but ...

"Santa?" she gasped, staring in wonder. Santa here? What on earth!

Santa was staring too, but in horrified shock. His eyes raked over her and his demeanor changed quickly from jolly to stern and disapproving. "Miss!! Have you NO shame?"

She gasped in horror as she remembered he state of... cough undress. Her hands flew up to cover her bare breasts and she blushed a fiery red. "Oh my!! I, um, that is.. uh." She floundered, at a complete loss how to deal with this startling development. She flashed a tipsy grin at the lovely man and giggled..."Obviously I was not expecting you!!"

Father Christmas, however, was not amused. He took her by the arm and led her further into the house. Closing the door he turned back to her and shook his head in disappointment before herding her before him up the stairs. He scolded her as he shooed her into the living room, scooping a kitchen chair as he passed the table. "Miss!!! That skirt is so short your backside flashes as you walk!! What sort of lady wears such an outfit!!"

She stammered, giggled and stumbled, with half hearted excuses, apologies and sassy comments as Santa plopped the chair in front of the tree and sat down, tugging her to spill face down over his knee which elicited a startled gasp of protest from the tipsy lady herself.

"Santa!! Really! (giggle), um, usually a girl SITS on Santa's knee you see, I think you have this ALL wrong!!" She tried to stand up, but Santa placed his white gloved hand firmly upon her back.
"Good girls sit on my lap, Miss.. Not tarts!" Santa adjusted the squirming ladies body and then brought his right hand down upon her upturned cheeks.

"Naughty girls get spankings.:"

"eek!!!" She squealed, mortified as her childhood here began to swat her. "Santa, really, i must, ack.. uh.. "

"You (smack) must (smack) nothing!(smack)" Santa retorted, stepping up his pace and swatting harder to boot. "I (smack SMACK smack) didn't even (smack smack SMACK smackety smack) raise (SMACK SMACK) your (SMACK) skirt, (smack smack) you naughty (SMACK) thing, (smack smack smack) it is so short (SMACK SMACK SMACK) that it (SMACK) raised (SMACK) itself!!!(SMACK smack smack smack smack SMACK" He focused on turning her cheeks red, ignoring her protests while he scolded her.

"I cannot (smack smack)hardly (smack SMACK smack) fathom (SMACK) what has gotten (smack smack smack) into you!! (smack smack smack) Dressing like a tart (smack SMACK smack) sassing Father Christmas (SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK) and you are intoxicated (SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK) are you not?? (smack smack smack)" Santa declared.

This onslaught continued, turning her buttocks first a sweet pink, then dark pink then red, until she was kicking her feet and little crocodile tears escaped her eyes.

Then Santa snugged her in tightly and spanked her hard and fast, leaving her breathless, as he ominously queried, "Do you know what Santa does with sassy, naughty, tarty girls?"

"Spanks them?" she guessed, wryly, in between her gasps and whimpers.

"Naughty girls might get a spanking, but You, Miss" Santa replied, "have earned far more than that." He jostled her so she was more securely held and she felt something cold and hard pressed flat against her very warm cheeks. She barely had time to wonder before he lifted the item and brought it down smartly.

"Ack!!! owww!!" She flailed, trying to get off his knee as he brought the mean paddle down again..slightly harder yet. "nooooo!!!!!, stop please.. Santa!!," and again, harder still, as she kicked and squirmed. Santa paddled her now tender cheeks thoroughly, until she quit struggling and lay limply over his lap, crying softly. Then he finally lifted her off his lap and let her weep into his shoulder a moment.

Once she began to calm a bit, he stood her up and led her back into the kitchen.
"Almost done, brat. I am sure, Quite Sure, that when I am done you will not be greeting Santa EVER AGAIN in such a shameless outfit!!" With that he bent her over her table and drew off his belt. "How many days of Christmas?"

"uh.. twelve?" she said, slightly dazed..

"Twelve it is, hohoho!" Santa chortled as he brought the belt down upon her backside. "Eleven days, HoHoHo!" Thwack! and so on until the last lash had landed.

"Now, Miss" Santa said, not unkindly, as he stood her up and walked her to the corner. "You will stand here." He turned her so she was facing the corner. "Until he comes"

She stood there, feeling confused, shamed and yet... exhilarated too...

Wonder what her lover would think, to find her standing there?

Slave Girl

I am woken rudely by a hand twined in my hair, lifting me, causing me to gasp in pain and struggle to get on my feet.

"Wha-?" I begin to speak, but my mouth is slapped firmly, halting my words.  The message is clear.  I am to be quiet.  The hand, tight in my hair, so incredibly tight, steers me and I stumble in what I hope is the right direction.

My bare feet pad loudly on the cold floor, and I wonder where I am.  Surely this is a prank, people just do not get kidnapped like this in the real world... right?

I am shoved forward and I raise my bound hands to catch myself only to feel other hands catch me and steady me, lifting me and swinging me about, then standing me up again.  Once I am steady, they drop away, leaving me standing there, tired and scared.

I strain to hear... Footsteps fade away.  I can hear breathing. One person? More? I flinch when hands are unexpectedly on my wrists, raising them high.  I hear a "clink" and my hands are fastened, above my head.  I flinch again as hands pull the cloth from my eyes.  I blink in the bright light at the man in front of me.  WTF... I don't know this person.  I whimper in fear as he leans forward my eyes glued to the knife he holds.

He smiles evilly at me, then, when I flinch away, he barks, "hold still".  I freeze, eyes squeezed shut.  I feel a tug, but no pain.  I peek.

Ahhh... he is cutting away my clothes... oh my..

I stand there, trembling, as he cuts away every last scrap of clothing, my eyes closed in shame, I tug on my wrists, helpless to cover myself. Eventually I open my eyes, and see that I am chained to a hook in the ceiling, standing beside a floor drain.  I turn my head and see a hose, a table with towels and bottles upon it. 

I hear footsteps and turn my head to see a woman walking towards me.  I don't recognize her, either.  She doesn't make eye contact with me at all, but rolls up her sleaves and grabs the hose and a bucket, then turns back to me.

"Who?" I begin, only to flinch as she smacks my mouth.  Got it.. no talking...

She goes about the process of scrubbing me, from head to toe, using sweet smelling soaps and vigorous scrubbing with a loofah that leaves my skin tinging and near abraded.  The water is slightly cold.  The whole situation seems so surreal, I scarce know what to do with myself besides shiver miserable, small whimpers escaping with the occasional tear.

She leaves me standing there, miserable and wet, only to return quickly with the man, who walks in, moves the bucket so it is upside down and beside me, then lifts me off the hook.  He sets a foot on the upturned bucket, then tosses me face down over his bent leg, so that I dangle there, fingertips barely touching the floor. I struggle a bit at the feel of fingers upon my now very exposed genitals, but the firm shake I get is enough to have me settle down.

I feel fingers probing me, then something very cold and metal is pushed inside me.  There is a warm rushing sensation and I realize it is a douche, water filling me.  I whimper again, shamed beyond belief as the water trickles, nearly dieing of shame when he turns me, and by pressing on my abdomen forces me to eject the water.  ewwwwww...

This is repeated a few times, then suddenly fingers are pressing something wet and cold against my ass.  I go rigid, then fight to relax, knowing that resisting won't help me.. I would give anything to be able to hide my face as I feel the nozzle enter, and the pressure of water filling my bowels.  As the pressure increases I make sounds of distress, trying to not shame myself..   Just when I think I am beyond hope, I am turned over and pressed over the bucket.. (oh gawd... nooo....)  I feel the liquid expel and am horrified, my eyes squinched shut.  

more cold water is sluiced over me, and I stood and toweled off, my hands once again hooked above me.  Oil is rubbed into my now dry skin, warming me slightly.  A collar is placed around my neck, with a strap that runs from it to the middle of my back.  My hands are released, wrists rubbed for a bit, then refastened to the end of the strap.  I am then nudged to follow the man, with the woman walking behind me.

I am taken to a room.  The room is all dark reds and browns, with only a few furnishings.  There is a small table and one armless chair, a narrow padded bench, and a couch.

I am led to the center of the room and the woman poses me, spreading my legs, tilting my head slightly before she leaves the room.

The man stands just inside the door, smirking at me as I stand there.

Then there is a knock, the man goes out.  He comes back in with a strip of cloth, which he binds over my eyes.  I stand there for a few minutes, then there are hands on me, making me flinch.

Hands explore my skin, touching every inch, pressing, pinching, patting, smoothing.  Every toe is touched, my belly ring tugged, my nipples pinched and rolled.  Hands are on my face, fingers in my mouth, touching my teeth, my tongue as I tremble.  a finger is shoved inside me, and I gasp.  The finger is removed, and I am tugged and pushed until I am face down on what I think is the bench.  My hands are untied from behind me and refastened elsewhere.

Then I feel something, I know not what, being pressed inside me.  It fills me, as I struggle and whimper, unable to do shit about it. 

Then something is pressed elsewhere...
To be con't

Fiction: The Surpise

Angel stepped out ofthe shower, smiling at her husband.
He held out a fluffy toweltowards her. “Hurry love, I have a surprise for you!”  
She purred as he driedher off briskly. “Can’t it wait, Devon? For, say, ½ hour?” She grinned wickedly at him, stretching languorously.
 “Not this time, butlater” He said softly, “Definitely later!” Then he grabbed herhand and began to drag her out of the bathroom.  Angel giggled as hepulled her towards their room. Devon stopped just outside the door.
 “Changed your mindabout waiting?” She giggled.
 “No, I just want youto close your eyes. I’ll tell you when to open them.” Devongrinned at her, obviously excited.  Angel smiled back andclosed her eyes. Devon took her arm, andcarefully led her into the room, turning her a bit. She smiledpatiently, waiting to see the great surprise.    “Open you eyes,Angel.” Devon said gleefully.
Angel opened her eyes,her smile dying as she saw his ‘surprise’. It almost looked likea padded table, with some sort of a motor, and a mechanical armattatched to the far side. Her heart sank as she began to suspectjust what the contraption was.    She stared silently atit, trying to convince herself that it was NOT what she thought itwas.
 “Do you like it?” Devon asked, still grinning.

“Uh, what is it?”Angel asked anxiously. She was pretty sure she knew EXACTLY what itwas, but one could always hope.
 “Don’t youreckognize it? You came up with the idea!” Devon grinned at her. “Come here, I’ll show you how it works!”
 Angel backed away slightly. “I’d rather not Devon. I was joking, ok?” She shook her head at him as he stepped towards her. “No, really! Idon’t think-“
Devon grabbed her arm firmly, smiling widely now. “Tsk, tsk love, not running away areyou? I built this myself you know! Just for you, love! It’s the only think you asked for, and now-“ He half carried, half dragged her over to the contraption. “Well, now you have it!”  When Angel did notanswer, he frowned at her. “You don’t like it?”
 Angel looked at him in disbelief. “How could I? You are joking, right?”
  Devon smiled at her. “Is this not what you asked for?”
  “Well, yes. But youand I both KNEW I was joking!”
 “Were you? Well isn’t that too bad for you!” With that ominous sounding statement he gently forced Angel to bend her nude body over the contraption.
“I made a few changes to your design” he commented as with a hand on her back he kept her in what she joking (or maybe not so jokingly) referred to as “The Position”.
“Uh, Devon? I-“Angel stammered, but Devon interrupted her.
“I allowed for some adjustment at this end,” and he raised a section of the bench so that her rear was now higher than her head, her feet not quite touching the floor. “Oh! And of course I added these,” Hepointed out the restraints at the base, so convenient for securing her hands. Once he had attached her wrists, he bent down by her feet. “More restraining devices here as well.” He murmured as he deftly secured her ankles as well.
 “Honey, I-“ Angeltried again.
  “Shush, please note,Angel, that you are now held securely. You can still wiggle and squirm, but not much else!”
“Uh, yes. I can seethat you did a fine job, Devon!” she said sarcastically. “Very,very funny. Now let me out!”
 “No can do, I am not finished yet showing you the new and improved wife spanking machine!” He placed a light swat on her upturned tush to make his point. “Now pay attention love, there may be a test later!” he chortled. “I also made one other addition.” He slowly pushed a button and Angel heard a familiar soft buzzing.
 “Devon! What-Ohhhh!” She half wailed and moaned as the familiar noise proved to be her vibrator, somehow geared so that it lined up perfectly. It smoothly entered her.
“I can set it to 5 different speeds. Did you want a demonstration?” She could tell he was laughing, but with the vibrator pulsing inside her she was beginning to think that his ‘invention’ might not be so bad after all!
 “Was that a yes? Verywell!”
With that he adjusted the mechanism so that the vibrator was slowly thrusting in and out. She sighed as she squirmed in pleasure.
 “Eureka! It works”
 Just as she was forgetting what else this machine would do, so lost in the pleasure she was feeling, Devon spoke again.    “Some things,however, remain the way you designed them,” Devon said nonchalantly, “such as this.” With those words she heard themachine come to life. Panciking, she squirmed and thrashed, trying to get loose. She heard a soft swishing then.....
“CRACK!” The mechanical arm brought the attached paddle down on her exposed buttocks, eliciting a small shriek from Angel.
 “Devon please, I-“
 “Oops, to slow perhaps? Let me adjust it.” Devon was obviously enjoying himself as he adjusted the machine so that it brought the paddle down quicker.
 “CRACK” “CRACK” “CRACK”
 Then, on top of the stinging swats from the machine, she could feel the vibrator thrusting with a bit more speed as well.
 Her body squirmed and quivered in pleasure and discomfort. She gasped and whimpered.
 “Gee, Angel, and my hand doesn’t sting. Lets try the third setting now, okay?” Devon quipped.
 “Ahh, ow, ooooh” Angel moaned and whimpered some more, pleasure and pain warring for her attention. Then her body arched as the vibrator picked up pace again, thrusting quickly in and out. She could feel the tremors radiating outwards as she began to orgasm.
 Then the mechanical arm sped up as well, landing several hard swats as she convulsed in pleasure.  She lay there spent,not even noticing as Devon turned the machine off and undid her wrists and ankles.
 He held her close for afew minutes, then started to laugh.
 “What?” she asked,puzzled.
 “If you could have seen your face when you saw your surprise!” He chortled harder.
 She glared at him. “You KNOW what I thought”
 “Yes, Angel. So,”He paused grinning at her, “Did you like your surprise?”