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"I've hooked the rods onto the network of crystals
covering your stomach area. If you tighten those muscles
while shaking your body, it will give the rods the energy
they need to get you off."
I tried it. I bore down, tightening my abs, and felt
a little action from the rods. Two of them, lying next to
the channel on the underside of my cock, began to thrum
from base to tip. The other two concentrated their effect
on my glans. Where they met, under my balls, they almost
hummed. The effect was slight, and there was no way it was
going to get me off.
"Ain't gonna happen. I'm just too tired."
"I'll have to help you, then." She pulled out two
feathers from under the chair, and began to tickle my feet.
It had the desired effect as my whole body tensed, then
shook with laughter. The rods began thrumming along my
genitals, bringing me quickly to orgasm. She didn't stop,
and the rod's vibrating wouldn't let me go soft. A few
minutes later I came again. The ball wasn't quite full
yet, though, and she wasn't going to let up until it was
topped off. I was forced to a third orgasm.
I couldn't laugh anymore. My body was copletely
drained of all energy. She removed the apparatus and
unstrapped me. She had to help me dress in my meager
clothes, then escorted me to the door. "Come back anytime."
I stumbled to my car, got in, and sat there for a few
minutes. They had been very intense orgasms, and I was
wiped out. I did manage to drive home.
"So, how did you play tonight?", my wife asked, seeing
how wiped out I was when she got home. "Did you put up a
good fight?"
"It ws laughable."
She didn't appreciate my humor, either. I still had
much to learn.
Friday, June 7th
The package came in the mail. 'A night at Jester's'.
A tape of the comedians I had seen that night. Somebody in
the audience thought the later acts were hilarious. Included
were two long, stiff feathers, perfect for application to
the soles of feet.
Saturday, June 8th
My wife's business is picking up. She is becoming very
absorbed in her work. We haven't had sex since before the
fateful night I played racquetball with Tara, and she shows
no signs now of missing it. My strange infidelity makes me
wonder if she is fooling around with somebody; she must be
releasing her sexual energy somehow.
Today we went looking at new houses. For some reason
I was drawn to Tara's neighborhood, but my wife had seen one
in a magazine that she wanted to check out. It was out in
the country, and as we walked through it with the realtor all
I could think of was how I could recreate my wednesday nights
in the new house. Adentist's chair in the den , stables in
the back, maybe even an excercise room.
Wednesday, June 12th
The package for the night was a box that looked like
it would come from you average clothing department store.
I had spent over an hour searching for it, with my wife
asking me the entire time what I was looking for, and had
finally found it under the master bed. Whoever was
delivering the package had guts; they were sneaking in
during the day and planting the packages, all the while
risking being caught if either my wife or I came home
unexpectedly. When my wife was finished getting dressed,
she kissed me goodbye and headed out. I pulled out the box
and opened it.
Inside was a pair of black dress shoes, a pair of grey
dress pants, grey socks, a charcoal grey shirt, and a red
sweater. Also inside was a red leather pouch containing a
thick condom like item, a tube of the goop, and an address.
I got my controller from the cedar chest and put it on the
night table. I stripped naked and started by massaging the
goop onto my dick until it was good and hard, then applied
the condom. Reaching over to the nightstand, I tapped in
my code and waited. BEEP. The condom constricted a little,
the changed before my very eyes, and after a few seconds I
couldn't tell that anything was different. I got dressed
and headed out.
The first thing that I noticed when I came to was the
heat. Wherever I was, it must have been at least 100
degrees F. My head ached from whatever was in the food.
Vague recollections of an apartment and an attractive
brunette floated in and out of my fogged brain. I opened
my eyes to a room of red just as realized I was fastened
vertically to some type of rack, my arms pulled out from
my body at shoulder level, my legs separated by at least
three feet. Straps at my wrists, elbows, ankles, knees,
neck and across my forehead kept me firmly restrained.
Moving my eyes around, I took in the furnishings of my
newest 'situation'. I seemed to be in some type of medeval
dungeon. About ten feet across from me was a fireplace, a
huge construction of blackened fieldstone with a maw at least
five feet five high, a fire inside burning high. To the left
of that was some type of cage, probably for keeping
unfortunates. To the right of the fireplace was a rack from
which a number of whips hung. Oh great, I thought, I'm gonna
get my ass whipped.
I felt the hand the same moment I heard her voice. "Well,
my little lover," the voiced purred into my ear from behind as
the hand slid down my chest towards my growing cock," It seems
you are finally...up." With that she gripped onto my cock
hard, and I felt another hand come around and start to massage
my chest. My head strained to see my tormentor, but the neck
strap held me firm.
"A we bit anxious, aren't we?"the voice said, and the
hands began to stroke my hardening member. "Maybe we should
show the little slave what he has sold his soul for tonight, eh?"
With that, the hand left my now fully erect cock and I
heard the slow click-clack of heels on stone as she walked
from behind me. I can only describe as what would be a
female devil, only one warped by Tara's prosthetics.
Physically she was very attractive, but who could tell what
was real? Curly brown hair cascaded across her shoulders,
but did not detract from the full pouting lips or pointed
horns protruding from her forehead. From neck to toes she
was covered in what seemed to be shiny red latex, with boots
that had at least a four inch heel. Around her midriff, from
the hips o where it supported her breasts was a shiny red
latex corset. The suit evidently had a few very strange
details, as I thought that I could see it's contour tight
around her sex - no, it would be more appropriate to say
that it went into her sex. I could see the outlines of her
vaginal lips as she stood in front of me. But it was her tail
was that really caught my attention. At least five inches
thick at the base where it was attached at the top of her
asscrack, the tail was at least four feet long and ended in
a wide spade tip. What was so strange was that it didn't bob
or sway in motion as she walked, but seemed to move of it's
own accord, almost like a snake.
She smiled at me, showing off a set of perfect teeth,
when she saw my reaction to her outfit. My cock had a mind
of it's own, and was now so hard it started to hurt. She
walked over to the rack on the wall and started looking
through the whips that were hung there. Finally she picked
one, a many-strapped flogger made of latex. "Ready for a
night in the burning depths of my hell? No? Maybe next
time you'll be a little more careful with your agreements."
In my mind I remembered telling Tara I would go to Hell and
back for her. It was a little more literal than I could have
conceived. The first blow caught me off guard, right across
the chest. I gasped loudly, not so much from the pain but
from surprise. In fact, it actually didn't hurt much at all.
The second blow came across my right thigh, and then my left.
I thought that this would be one of the easier trials I would
have to endure when I noticed my chest was starting to burn.
She walked around me and gave my back a good whack. By now
my chest was on fire and my thighs started to ache. My eyes
started to tear up, and I was on the verge of crying just
from my burning skin. Whatever coated the flogger was akin
to liquid heat, and every stroke she made, however light,
was starting to hurt more then any whipping I could have
imagined.
She proceeded around me, my eyes tearing freely.
"Well? What happened here? It seems mister erotica can't
take a little beating now and then. And that big thick cock
of yours has gotten so small. I think we should make a deal
of our own. You let me fuck you until I cum, and we call it
quits, or I can continue to beat you for..." she looked over
my shoulder, presumably at a clock on the wall behind me,"the
next hour and a half. Well?"
"No... more... beating," was all I could blurt out, the
pain on my chest, thighs and back having gotten to the point
where I thought my skin must have been peeling off. Tears
flowed so heavily from my eyes I could hardly see as she made
some adjustments to the rack.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that. Did you say 'fuck
me like the slut I am, mistress', or,'beat me and whip me the
way they do it in the stories because it always seemed like
the charaters were having fun'?'"
I knew the ritual, but the pain still made it hard to
talk. "Fu...fuck me like...like the slut I am. Mistress."
"Excuse me. I didn't quite hear that. Maybe you didn't
mean it." She walked back to the rack and exchanged the
flogger for a red leather riding crop.
"FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM, MISTRESS!" My body shook
as I yelled out. I was sobbing. The crop hit the inside of
one thigh, then the other, making my body strain against the
bonds in response.
She grabbed hold of my (again) limp prick and began to
slowly massage it back into to hardness. She quickly went
into a squat position in front of me and directed the
conversation towards my cock. "Gee Mr. Fuckstick, your owner
doesn't know how to phrase a request, and he didn't use the
magic word." With that she slid a ring down the shaft of my
cock to the base. Before I could say anything she started
tapping the crop on my now engorged member. "Maybe we should
beat it out of him."
"MISTRESS PLEASE! FUCK ME! USE MY BODY! I AM NOTHING
MORE THAN YOUR SLUT, TO BE USED BY YOU! Just don't beat me
anymore." The sweat on my body had carried the heat lotion
to areas where I hadn't been hit, and caused an intense
burning/itching feeling.
"That was better, don't you think? Well, ask and you
shall receive." With that she pushed at my forehead with
her index finger, and suddenly I felt myself falling. The
rack must have been counterweighted, and stopped at a
horizontal position with a jolt. She walked around to my
head, undid the neck restraint, and pushed a small pillow
under my head. She walked away for a minute, and then
returned to where my head was and fiddled with something
beneath my neck. My head bobbed back so I was looking
directly into her crotch, but only for a moment. Just as I
noticed the fact that the latex between at her pussy was wet,
she picked up my head so that I was looking down my chest and
locked it in position. She then returned between my legs.
In her hand was a small tube of some sort.
"Just a little grease to help things along." She
squeezed what I thought was more than enough of the stuff
into her hand, rubbed her hands together, and started to
massage my cock up and down. Then her administrations went
further south. With her right hand she held onto my cock,
and with her left she began rubbing my balls. I began to
forget about the burning feeling.
My cock was straining for release, and I realized that
what she had put on me was a cock ring. Her right hand began
to move up and down my shaft, the latex covered hand feeling
odd but good as it touched my glans. Her left hand was now
behind my balls, pressing the tender spot there, and I felt a
finger start to explore my anus. Before my experience with
Tara, I had never thought I might like having my anus massaged,
but I was quickly loosing that inhibition.
"You mustn't be so tense. Relax and enjoy." I tried
to relax, and felt her finger slide into me. If it hadn't
been for the cock ring, I would've cum right there. After
a few minutes, another finger slid in, and my anus started
to relax. Then a third finger joined the others and, after
a moment of pain as my anus stretched, I began to enjoy it.
Sort of..
"Are we ready for the fucking then? Good." She stood
up and spread her legs. I saw the tail slowly lift and curl
up between her legs, and she grabbed it with her left hand.
She closed her legs with about eight inches of the tail now
standing straight out from her body like a mockery of a male
organ, and began to stroke it with her still greasy hands.
On the first stroke the spade tip came of, revealing a
phallus which looked remarkably like my own. My whole body
tensed as she began to push it's head against my asshole.
"Come now. You said I could fuck you. In fact, you begged
for it." Again the phallus pushed, this time with more
force. She grabbed my cock again with her right hand and
started pumping it up and down as she pressed again with
the phallus-tail. The pressure in my balls and cock was
too great, and I relaxed my ass muscles. The phallus slid
in, and she began to fuck me.
The feeling was strange, to say the least. It felt like
I had to shit real bad; but the size and composition of the
phallus were not completely uncomfortable. It was made of
some soft material that let my ass form around it instead of
the hard stiffness of what I imagined a plastic dildo would
feel like. She took long, smooth stokes, a little deeper
each time, being sure not to damage me internally. My
sobbing grew greater, but I didn't know why.
"So, do you like the fuck I promised you? Had
something else in mind? Maybe you thought you would be
sticking your cock inside me? You know, that doesn't sound
like such a bad idea. Think you can handle it?" She pushed
in once more, deeper then any other time, and then stepped
up onto the base of the rack with her left foot, causing
the phallus to twitch to one side, and at the same time
reached down at my side.
"Remember this?" She lifted up the remote control I
had come to respect, and her other hand grabbed the ring
around my dick. " I don't think you need this anymore, "
and with that wiggled the ring off. She pressed a button on
the remote, and suddenly my cock stood straight out from my
body, held by some invisible force. She lifted her body up
onto her left foot and swung her right foot over my leg,
putting it on a rest at the back of the rack's base. The
left foot followed, onto the other side, and she was now
straddling me. The tail-cock was still imbedded in my ass as
she grabbed my cock and lowered herself down on it. It slid
in easily; there was evidently plenty of lubrication inside.
She pressed another button and I felt the invisible force
around my cock disappear, and my cock ached all the more for
orgasmic release. "What do you say you tell me how much you
like being fucked, slave?"
"Please stop. I can't take it anymore."
"Wrong request." She started sliding up my shaft, and I
realized that the lubrication inside wasn't natural. The
latex devil suit must have had a sheath inside her, and she
had coated it with a weaker version of the heat liquid.
Weaker, I think, because if it had been full strength, it
would have burned my dick off. Even so, as it came in contact
with the air, my cock started to burn incredibly. She stopped
halfway up. "It won't burn as much inside, slave. Let's try
that request again. Do you want to be fucked?"
"MISTRESS, I LOVE WHEN YOU FUCK ME. PLEASE FUCK
YOUR SLAVE!"
"Much better." She slid back down, and the burning
faded. But instead of humping me, she just sat there, and
it took a moment before I realized why. The phallus in my
ass started to pull out, and my internal muscles pushed to
help it exit. Instead of being forced out, though, it stopped,
and started back in. I gasped out loud, and saw the she-devil
on top of me laughing. "Fuck you I will, and it will be twice
the fuck anybody else will give you." The phallus started out
again, and I felt it shoot something into my ass. It seemed to
have a life of it's own, and started back in, more quickly,
then out. My ass began to become numb, evidently from the
ejaculate. All
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