The Glass TableI finished drying my hair with the towel then wrapped it round my waist and stepped out of the bathroom into our bedroom. Standing before me, arms akimbo was my wife, Debra. She was dressed only in a black leather garter belt and black nylon stockings. My eyes darted round the room quickly as I tried to surmise what she had planned. On the bed were two sets of wide, black leather cuffs and a black collar with stainless D rings attached. These were not a surprise in the slightest as she preferred using cuffs to rope or steel for my bondage. What did catch my attention was the coffee table which stood in front of the fire place of our Mistress suite. The top of the coffee table was covered with a thick towel yet I could see that the towel covered several items set on the tabletop. Exactly what these items were, I could not guess "Take off the towel and turn around" ordered my wife and I immediately obeyed. I removed the towel from round my waist and hung it on the towel rack in the bathroom and walked over to her. I turned my back and placed my wrists behind my back. Keeping my eyes straight ahead I felt Debra take my left wrist in her hand and methodically fasten a thick leather cuff round it. She worked unhurriedly, pulling the two straps tight then checking to make sure that circulation was not cut off. She took my right wrist and repeated the procedure then clipped the two cuffs together with a harness clip. Now she took my upper arms and fastened leather cuffs to them just above the elbows. I rolled my shoulders a bit, trying to loosen them for I knew that I would not be moving them for some time to come. I quick swat on my *** with Debra's hand and the command "Hold still!" brought that to a rapid end. I felt her moving behind me and knew that she was threading a strap through the D rings of the upper arm cuffs. Then I felt her pull hard on the strap, pulling my elbows closer together and throwing my shoulders backward. Stepping in front of me she slipped the collar round my neck and fastened a small brass padlock to the built in hasp. She stepped away to inspect me and I felt her eyes crawl up my body. I stood erect, arms behind me, head up and looking straight ahead as she had taught me to do "Hmmph" was all she said as she looked me up and down. Then she walked up to me and took my **** in her hand "Already hard I see" she commented "You like being bound and helpless don't you!" "Yes" I replied truthfully, my **** growing even harder as she held it in the palm of her hand "I can tell" she said as she wrapped her fingers round my ***** and gave it a loving squeeze "But right now I don't want you hard. So make it go soft" I looked at her with surprise "Soft?" I queried "That's right, make it soft" she replied "But, how can I with you doing that?" I stammered. Indeed her palm was now languidly stroking up and down the length of my **** "Don't question my orders, just obey them" she growled "Make it soft or I will find a way to make it soft, a way that you won't like!"
I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but sex, anything but my wife, anything but the hand stroking my *****. ba
"Lie down on the floor in front of the table, face up" ordered my wife. I walked over to the area between the table and the fireplace and awkwardly knelt on the rug. It was hard to get up and down with my arms so tightly bound behind my back but I managed to get down on both knees. I straightened one leg and then the other and sat down on my bottom then brought my knees up to my chest and did a reverse crunch to each myself to a supine position. The position was difficult and a bit uncomfortable with my arms bound behind my back but do able.
Debra walked over and looked down at me then she went to the book shelf and took down a small dark carved wooden stand. The top of the stand was slightly concave and stood some 4 or 5 inches above the ba
Taking a moment to admire her handiwork Mistress looked down on me. Then she did something very surprising. She slid the coffee table over to cover me, this I had never expected. Now I understood the reason for the pillow. My face was now just an inch from the bottom of the thick glass tabletop. It was as if I was part of the table. Like those coffee tables you see that have glass tops and sides with ob
My cheeks flushed a deep red at the thought of my neighbors seeing me like this. The guys I golfed with and played poker with. The guys I shot the **** with round the neighborhood pool as we drank beers and watched the neighborhood women "You know I'd love to watch you suck on a real ****!" she continued "I know the girls would get so hot watching you that they'd be able to talk their hubby into ******* your mouth for real!" At this comments I started to shake my head violently as I mumbled, "No, No, Please No" around the gag "No? You don't want to be the neighborhood **********?" she asked sarcastically. Again I shook my head, my face blushed a deep crimson. Debra replied "Very well, save that for a later time. For tonight we will keep it just you and me. But you have to be very good or I will call over the girls. Is that clear?" With relieve in my face I nodded enthusiastically "Good" she said "Then lets just see what happens and how good you can be!" And with that she reached down and turned on the nipple clamps. My nipples are nearly as sensitive as a woman's and as the vibrations started, I felt a kind of electric shock though my whole body. I felt the combination of the wonderful tingling vibrations with the sharp pain of the clamps and closed my eyes to concentrate on sorting out the mixed sensations. Immediately I closed my eyes, Debra turned on the cockling. I could feel its vibrations against the ba
With a laugh at my predicament wife picked up two remote controls. She turned the dial on one of the remotes and the dong inside my *** came alive. It began a deep low pitched heavy vibration which I felt against my prostate and into my whole pelvis. At the same time it began to wiggle and squirm inside me. It had some kind of hard curved core that slowly turned round and round, moving the tip of the vibe in a circle inside me the tip rubbing against my insides as it rotated. At the same time I could feel the damn thing start to lengthen and contract. The already huge faux penis was ******* me but without moving in and out of my sphincter. It was a strange, sort of sensation, not like when my wife took me with her strap on but instead as if the **** was alive and rooting round inside me. With a turn of the dial on the last remote I felt the gag start to move. It too started to root inside my mouth, twisting, wiggling and thrusting all at the same time. It thrust deep into me mouth and I had no way to resist. It was tightly strapped in place, spitting it out was impossible had I wanted to. And to spit it out would have earned the wrath of my wife. I lay there, tightly bound, my mouth and *** getting ******, my **** straining against the cage, nipples tingling from the vibrations and at the same time burning from the clamps. I looked up through the glass of my display case and watched as my wife smiled.
I watched as she sat herself down on the top of the table. Looking up through the glass I could see her ***** just an inch away from my eyes through the glass and I realized the terrible cruelty of the glass table. I could see her ***** but never reach it. I would stay there all night if she wanted, getting stimulated without recourse without even being able to get fully hard let alone to ***. And she would watch me struggle and strain and sweat and eventually probably cry to get some relief. And I would have to watch her, laugh and smile and enjoy my predicament for as long as she desired. An involuntary spasm shook my whole body as I lay there. The consequence of too many conflicting sensation I knew. It was the first but would not be the last. I had had them before when on the impeller as she teased my **** with hand and mouth and breasts. A mild twitching was how it started. But by the end, I suspected, I would be shaking like an aspen leaf in a strong wind. She noticed the spasm and nodded and smiled. Then everything got worse. I watched as my wife closed her eyes in though and slowly reached up with her right hand to start to stroke the finger tips round her areola. Her lips parted and she licked them briefly with her tongue as her breathing pattern changed. I mewed in helplessness as I watched. Her fingers now stroking round and round the melon of her breast and her left hand reached down to gently stroke her labia. One inch from my face I had to watch as she spread her labia wider and her fingers began to dance along their length. As I lay there under her, helplessly being teased in mouth and ***, on **** and nipples, I saw her spread her legs to either side of the table and open her ***** wider. I watched in wonder as her labia pressed against the glass of the table top. Just above my face. And I saw the first drop of her nectar fall onto the surface of the table. Now both hands were on her *****, four fingers stroking upward from the entrance of her ***** to her ****. Long fingers pulling back to expose the head of her button and the tips of her index fingers flicking it up and down. The odor of her nectar now filled the room and my **** strained harder against its restraint. My body spammed again as I watched, my mind reeling.
Suddenly she drove two fingers of her left hand into her **** and started to finger **** herself. Her right hand continued to stroke her ****, stroking round and round it now and as her body shook with its first ******, mine strained and fought against the restraints wanting so much to be a part of her coming. To be ******* her **** or at least eating it as she ***, rather than have to watch in frustration as she peaked. Both our bodies spammed together, hers in ecstasy, mine in frustration as the vibrations in my **** and nipples increased. She had turned up the vibes! Even as she ***, she had turned up the vibes a notch! "Gawd, what was I in for tonight" I wondered.
I saw her lean forward and smile down at me through the table "Enjoy the show?" she asked. I nodded slowly in response. A wicked grin told me that this was not to be a one act play and I saw her turn round quickly on the table and lay down on it face down. Her face was now suspended above mine and I could do nothing but watch as she lowered her head. Above me on the top of the glass were drops of her nectar and I looked on, wide eyed as she lowered her lips to the glass and licked up her own juices from the glass. Her tongue licked her lips lasciviously and she said "I know you want a taste. But not yet. If you are good all night long I will give you a taste later. But for now it's all mine!" Now she rolled onto her side, her large full breasts hanging down a bit, the lower one on the table as she reached over to pick up something. She moved her body in circles and her nipples and breasts moved with her. Like that girl in "Cool Hand Luke" who was washing the car, teasing the convicts with her **** pressed tightly to the car windows, my wife teased me. My breath was ragged now as I watched, the delicious *** flesh pressed to the glass just in front of my face. And like the girl in the movie she knew exactly the effect she was having on me. My own nipples tingled and ached as I watched. I can't find the word to describe the effect that she was having on me. My desire was building minute by minute, the cumulative effects of watching her and the sensations in my nipples and mouth and *** and my **** straining to get hard within the buzzing cage that contained it. I watched as she reached out and took up flesh colored dong and placed it to her lips. Slowly her lips descended the length of the **** and while my own mouth was ****** by the gag I watched her lovingly deep throat a piece of Silicone. She was driving me CRAZY. I wanted to be free so badly, wanted these things out of me, wanted to be able to kiss her, to lick her, to **** her, wanted her to suck me off the way she was sucking that dong. My body spammed again, my whole body shaking this time in want, in desire, in frustration, in humiliation as my wife sucked a ***** rather than me. Now she rolled back onto her back and took the ***** in hand and pressed it to her ***** "Hmm, it's so hard and so long, it's going to feel so good inside me" she said as she slowly inserted the toy into her ****. "Don't you love the feeling of a long hard **** filling you up?" she asked. I blushed as she asked this then felt the **** vibe in my *** change rhythm. The stroking was getting deeper, the vibrations lower in pitch but greater in intensity "Hmm doesn't that feel good pet?" she asked. My face trembled as I moaned with the change in sensation "I thought that you would like that!" she opined as she began to slide the faux **** in and out of her ****. I watched in awe as the dong slid into her then back out, each time covered in her nectar, her juices now running down the inside of her thigh to puddle slightly on the table top. In and out she drove the ****, the thick shaft stretching her ***** lips with each stroke. With practiced ease her fingers sought her **** and began to stroke it. I watched as her breathing became deeper, her body flushed and with a wild bucking of her hips that I was afraid would break the table top she came a second time. This time there was no pause, her hand continued to drive the dong in and out of her, ******* her even faster and deeper than before if that was possible, her fingers flying on her ****. And she lifted her hips off the table as she cried out "****!" My own breath was coming quickly now, my heart pounding as I watched with amazement as she continued to pound her **** with the dong. Her hips were off of the table now feet on the end of the table lifting them. I watched as the perfect globes of her *** rose from the table as she cried out and *** a third time in quick succession.
She collapsed on the table above me. Her body spent for now, breath ragged and the dong dropped from her fingers to roll on the table, a wet trail of nectar marking its path. She lay there for a few minutes, catching her breath, panting with the exertion, the excitement. She lay still almost as if asleep and I wondered if she was. I wondered if she would sleep there on the tabletop with me bound and tortured below her. For now it was indeed torture to be there. My arms ached from the long tight bondage under my body. My jaws ached from the wide **** gag and the efforts to swallow my saliva. My ******* was stretched wide by the dong but at least it did not hurt. Had I been *** ****** in a conventional manner for that long I'm sure I would not have been able to sit for a week. Mostly my nipples burned. The long squeezing of the clamps on my nipples had made them so very tender. And although the vibration had helped, there was a burning pain in them that was growing with every minute. There was a limit to how long I could endure the clamps and though it had grown longer the more my wife used them on me, it wasn't infinite. I knew I wouldn't make it through the night with the clamps on but yet there was nothing I could do except to mew in pain if Debra fell asleep.
Slowly she stirred above me. She took a deep sighing respiration and sat up and looked down at me. Her legs were spread on either side of the table and I looked up from between her thighs to her face. She had a serene look of happiness on her face, the sort of look that came from multiple ******* one right after another "Hmm that felt so good" She said. She glanced at the clock, then at me. I looked pleadingly up at her. She understood immediately "Nope, not yet. I know that you must be hurting by now but I also know that you can take it. Or at least I give you no choice but to take it" And with that she reached under the table and flicked the clamp on my right nipple. I mewed in sudden pain at the gentle flick "Hmm not ready yet, you can take a bit more still" And with that she rolled prone on the table once again. Reaching down under the table her fingers began to trace over my body, they stroked my face along the edge of the gag and I longed to have the gag out and feel her fingers in my mouth instead. I looked with pleading eyes at her but without response. Then her hands descended and her fingernails scratched round my abused areola. My body shook with each touch as her nails scraped the tender flesh, feeling so good and so painful at the same time. She flicked the clamps with her fingers, first one then the other and the sudden pain would have made me sit up had I been able to. Then she slid lower and her finger tips touched my **** through the cage. The flesh was as engorged as possible, pressing out through the spaces of the cage where it could. And her finger tip lightly stroked the shaft where she could "Hmm. How does that feel pet?" She asked and I could only close my eyes in pleasure and mew in response. Now she started to stroke her fingers over my balls. The ring round the ba
siffat 22-25, F 0 Nov 6, 2013