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The Glass Table

I 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 *****. baseball scores, calculus integrals, the names of all of the state capitals but it all came back to that hand sliding back and forth on the shaft of my ****, those fingers stroking over the head. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She had planned it. She knew that she was placing me in an impossible position. I prayed silently for my erection to dissipate but knew that my prayer would go unanswered "Very well" my wife intoned "Since you are incapable of following simple orders, I will have to do it myself!" She opened her grip and held my erection in the palm of her hand and then with a sudden movement, her left hand lifted and slapped down hard on my engorged **** "ARRGG" I cried as her fingers slapped down on my **** with a resounding SMACK. Twice more she lifted her hand and twice more the fingers struck the engorged flesh. The bright, hot, burning pain in my ***** brought the results she had wanted. My **** deflated in an instant. I looked down to see it lying there in her palm, the skin reddened from the abuse but the ***** flaccid. I watched as she pulled back a corner of the towel which covered the coffee table and she picked up a small black leather and steel contraption. I looked down to see what she held in her hands and my breath caught a bit at what she held. In her hand was a small wire cage just 2 $ 1/2 inches long and an inch in diameter. To it were attached two or three leather straps. I recognized it for what it was a **** cage. I understood now why she had wanted me soft. There was no way that my **** would fit in that cage when hard and once caged there was no way for my **** to get hard. She slid the metal cage over my now flaccid organ and pulled one of the straps round the base of my sac. She pulled it tight and snapped a brass padlock in place. The cage was now locked and even had I had my hands free there was no way for me to remove it. Then she wrapped a second strap tightly round the base of my **** and snapped that in place. Now no matter what she did to me that night, there was no way I was going do get fully hard and certainly no way I was ever going to *** until she released my **** from its bondage
"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 base. I knew what it was of course, an antique Japanese wooden pillow. Geisha were trained to use these stands as pillows to keep there elaborate hairdos from touching the ground. We had acquired it as an object d'art after seeing "Memoirs of a Geisha" but it had never figured into our play. Lifting my head with her hands she slid the pillow under my neck. The effect was to lift my head several inches higher but to keep my head horizontal "There" she said "That should do it" I had no idea what her intentions were or why she wanted my head in such a position but apparently she had her reasons. Next, Debra walked over to the table and removed the towel from the top. I looked over to the table from my position on the floor and could make out some of the paraphernalia through the thick glass top of the table. One object there took away my breath. Lying on the table among the leather straps, gags and clips was a long steel rod, some 3 ft in length, topped with a lifelike dark brown **** vibe. More than once I had stood on the "Impaler" legs fastened into steel cuffs with that 8" long dong buried in my *******. How well did I know the feeling of standing helpless, squirming, trying not to *** without permission as the faux **** wiggled and vibrated inside me, my wife watching and laughing at my struggles. Kicking my legs apart slightly my wife picked up the rod with deliberate slowness and lay it between my legs. She slid it upward until the tip touched my sphincter and then pressed insistently. I willed my rosebud to relax, knowing that resisting the penetration would only make things worse. With slow steady pressure she slid the vast dong into my depths until I was completely filled. I took a few deep breaths to adjust to the feeling of having my rectum filled and then tried to relax. Taking two leather straps from the table top, my wife bound my legs together just above the knees and at the ankles, entrapping the rod of the impeller between my legs and thus guaranteeing that I could not straighten my legs "Just a few more touches my pet then we begin in earnest!" I wondered what more she could do to me. My arms and legs were completely immobile, my body straight, my **** caged to prevent me getting an effective hard on and my *** filled with a huge dong. The answer wasn't long in coming however. My ever inventive wife had a few more tricks up her sleeve before "beginning in earnest" First she filled my remaining orifice with a large **** gag. I nearly gagged as she slid the thick fake **** into my mouth and strapped it in place. Now all I could do was mumble round the gag. I knew this gag and dreaded it. It was more than a gag. Like the vibrator of the impellers, the damn thing was motorized. It twisted and turned slowly when activated. Growing first longer and then shorter by about and inch as some internal, unstoppable mechanism whirled inside it. I knew that I was in for a long night of both mouth and ******* getting ****** mechanically I watched as she reached down and pinched my nipples with her fingers and then places a vibrating clamp onto each nipple. I felt the clamps bite into the flesh of my nipples and closed my eyes against the familiar pain. My body tingled with anticipation as finally she slipped a vibrating **** ring round the base of my ****.
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 objects displayed inside them. I had seen them in catalogs, dried plants and stuffed pheasants. Only I was the display, bound and helpless, unable to move. As still as those pheasants and certainly stuffed. I was to be on display in a glass case as the diabolical vibrations and gyrations in mouth and *** on bound **** and nipples kept me excited but immobile. I looked at my wife with pleading eyes. And she looked down at me "You understand don't you?" she asked. I nodded slowly by way of reply "I have been plotting this for a while, waiting for the right time to do this. Do you know what I have planned now?" I shook my head back and forth as I wondered what she meant by that question. She went on "Well, I thought of several ideas as to what to do from here. I thought maybe I'd invite the girls over for a **** tail party!" My eyes grew wide at the thought of her girl friends seeing me like this and I mumbled "No" around the gag "I think they would get a real kick out of watching the big exec helplessly squirming with his **** all locked up and all his holes filled" She laughed as she said "Maybe they'd even call over their husbands to watch!"
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 base of my ****, familiar to me from many sessions before. Usually the effect was almost immediate. The tingling teasing vibrations from **** and nipples would normally have me hard in less than a minute. But with the **** cage in place erection was impossible. No one had told that to my **** however. I sensed it start to be come turgid to press and strain against the confining cage "Gawd" I moaned round the gag in frustration. Unable to remain soft and unable to get hard, my **** twitched and strained against the steel cage. Worst of all as the cockling lay against the **** cage, it’s vibrations were transmitted to the cage itself. Now the vibe was not just against the base but the whole of the **** was shaking and tingling as my ***** pressed against it.
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 base of my sac had stretched the skin taught over the surface of my balls and the constant stimulation had them swollen and exquisitely sensitive. The touch was divine, it was horrendous, it was loving, it was tortuous. It made me want to *** then and there. It made the maddening half erection more desperate. In short it was the whole of the nights experience in one touch. Naught could I do but whimper in answer. She lay there stroking my balls with her hands for a few minutes as I moaned quietly in terrible need. She seems to be thinking, debating what to do with me next. Then she stood up and moved the table aside. Deliberately she unstrapped the **** cage and removed it. She left the **** ring in place and it’s effect was immediate. My **** sprung to the hardest erection of my life. Squatting over me my Mistress slowly lowered herself onto my erection. I felt her hot, **** slide down over my **** and sighed around the gag in pleasure. Then she leaned forward and whispered to me "You don't *** without permission. Are you clear on that?" she asked. I nodded my assent "If you *** without permission I will put you on the ******* machine for the rest of the weekend and you will be locked in that **** cage all week" She growled "Now I want to *** at least twice more tonight and I'm gonna use you as a ***** to do it. Get that? You are a *****. Just a *****" I flushed red again at her statement, at the humiliation of being a human ***** for my wife but could only nod in agreement. With that, she settled down upon my **** and reached over and picked up a soft, penis shaped vibrator and pressed it to her ****. Turning it on she started to slowly move up and down the length of my ****. Her ***** felt so good after the long confinement of my ****. It was all I could do to keep from shooting immediately. My mouth and *** were still filled and getting ****** and my nipples burned more now than ever but her ***** felt so good. I could feel the vibe that she held against her **** as she lowered herself on me and the **** ring still buzzing at the base of my *****. I watched as she bounced harder and faster on my ****, my breath now rasping, my lips set round the gag in my mouth, concentrating on not ******* as I watched her **** bouncing up and down lasciviously. Suddenly she threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy as her fifth ****** of the night overwhelmed her "Ohhh" I watched wide eyed as she fought to control herself. My **** was buried inside her as she stopped there, the vibrations from the **** ring and the hand vibe still reverberating through her ****. She started to move again, slower this time, more controlled, she stroked herself up and down the length of my *****. Twisting to right and left a bit with each stroke, pressing the vibe to her ****. Then with an evil grin reaching back and holding the buzzing tool to my ball sac. My eyes flew wide open as the swollen balls responded to the vibrations and I almost lost control. She laughed at the expression on my face. Then leaned down and rubbed her heavy breasts against my body, the *** flesh rubbing against and jogging the nipple clamps that tortured me. The sudden movement of the clamps brought a tear to my eye as the abused nipples could take no more "That's what I was waiting for pet. Now this time when I ***, you may *** also. *** with me my pet!" She ordered. Once more she started a slow up and down thrusting. Each thrust almost enough to push me over the edge. I lay there and watched as her ***** climbed the length of my **** then slowly descended to surround it again. The vibe was in her right hand, the tip buzzing away on her ****. And with her left hand she reached out and flicked the clamp on my right nipple "Oww" escaped round the gag as tears again welled in my eyes. Still she didn't stop, her slow ******* of herself on my ****, the vibe circling round and round her **** and the other hand flicking the clips on my nipples. I closed my eyes to try and shut it all out. The dong in my ***, the clamps, the vibe, the **** ring, the pain, the gag, the humiliation, the bondage, the need. I felt her thrusts become more insistent now, faster and faster she was bouncing on my ****. Faster and faster the vibe circled her ****. Faster and faster came the spasms of pain in my nipples as the clamps moved back and forth with her rhythm. I knew she was close now, now I was close also, knew that she wanted me to *** with her, not after her and certainly not before her and I forced my eyes open. My breath was ragged, my heart going a million miles an hour. I was on the edge as I had never been. The long stimulation, the prolonged teasing had me at the ragged edge of *******. It was all mixing together, all becoming one, all one sensation, the ******* in my ***, the **** in my mouth the pain and most of all my wife pounding her ***** up and down on my ****. With a wild scream she ***. She pounded herself still up and down on me as a feral cry escaped her lips "Yess *** Now!” At that instant I let go of all that I had held back. I reveled in the sensations, enjoying the feeling of my *** getting ******, enjoying my mouth being filled. Even enjoying it as Debra ripped the clamps from my nipples and the sudden burning of the blood rushing back in to them brought a scream from my throat of mixed pain and pleasure. Nothing was like the sensation of my hot, thick *** spurting out at last to fill my wife's ****. I screamed around the gag "Arrggg ****!" At that instant she pulled the gag from my mouth "Oohh Thank you" I croaked as the thick silicone **** was pulled from my mouth. I looked up at Debra's face as she leaned over to kiss me. My tongue fought with hers for a long instant as we kissed then she leaned back and smiled evilly at me and lowered her *****, dripping with my own *** to my mouth.
siffat siffat 22-25, F Nov 6, 2013

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