The Electric ChairSubmitted by: binbag
The sight greeting my eyes as I pushed open the front door would have stirred the loins of a dead man. My diminutive wife, with her honey blonde hair put severely into a bun and a face immaculately made up with the deepest red lips, had poured herself into black latex and wrapped the present with a tight purple waspie. Alice looked delicious and indeed my loins stirred as much as the metal cage she had locked them into 3 weeks ago would allow.
Curiously enough, the slippery black material gave her skin a porcelain quality. In particular the top crescent of her breasts had never looked so smooth. I was caught in the unique situation of trying to remain unaffected by the vision before me whilst storing every detail for recall the next time my manhood was unfettered.
"Wow," I managed to give voice to the shape that my mouth had formed. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Whatever makes you think this is for you? Take off your jacket." Her reply was accompanied by a half-smile that led me to think that I'd soon know everything. As I slid each arm out of its sleeve Alice took the wrist and wrapped a steel cuff slowly around it, savouring every click of the ratchet. Once my arms were pinioned behind my back she gently pushed herself onto them. My fingers were between her legs but any attempts to touch her most intimate place were frustrated by folds of cool rubber. Alice had popped a few of my shirt buttons and her right hand was inside, alternately pinching, squeezing and rubbing whatever flesh came to hand.
Her mouth was at my ear, teeth playing with the lobe in between extracting a breathy interrogation. "Had I been a good boy at work today? Was I turned on now? What would I do to make Alice happy tonight?" I failed to notice that my trousers were around my knees until my pendulous testicles were relieved of the weight of their unwanted attachment as Alice lifted and tugged at the shackle. The pleasure / pain carousel was in full effect, buoyed up by the certainty of release. I waited for the click that would be both an end and a beginning. Despite myself I began to plead
Alice's response was to release her delicious grip and literally leave me hanging. I looked down to see that not only had the padlock not been removed but also a yard of electric wire was now swinging between my legs. I looked at my wife for an explanation and saw her enjoyment at my uncertainty. As if not to lose the momentum she grabbed the wire and began to climb the stairs. Whatever mechanism she had used to attach the lead was up to the task and with my swollen gonads in no fit state for further discomfort, I had little option but to follow her. Despite the difficulty of negotiating the stairs with trousers and pants around my ankles I took the opportunity to look up her skirt - some habits never get boring.
I'd assumed that Alice had been wearing nothing under the mid thigh skirt that flared out from the bottom of the corset but in keeping with a Victorian fetish theme I could see from this low angle that her fine ass was encased by black latex bloomers. At the top of the stairs she pulled me to her like a fish on a line and her mouth engaged mine on a long, deep satisfying kiss. "I am so looking forward to using you tonight." She moved behind me and propelled me into the bedroom with a single finger in the centre of my back.
The bedroom was as it always is with one exception - a dining room chair was at the foot of the bed. Alice sat on it at once and began to remove the clothing now around my feet. As she did this, by way of stoking the fire inside my groin, she planted butterfly kisses across the top of my thighs. Apart from one notable metallic exception I was now naked below the waist. Alice turned to a small black case that I hadn't noticed on the bed and retrieved a pair of small panties. As she stretched them out in front of my legs I realised that they were heavily elasticated and strongly stitched. When they were at mid thigh I saw a front panel that left me in no doubt that my wife was putting me into a pantie girdle.
Before she pulled it fully up, Alice instructed me to kneel with both knees inside the front legs of the chair. A slight adjustment was made to the chairs position before a round wooden spar was slid behind my knees. I was trapped and Alice was delving into the black bag again. She turned back to face me with what reminded me of a large electrical detonator in her hand and the wickedest smile of the night across her face. "How about a game of hide the sausage?" Before I could think of a suitable reply the tube was nudging my prostate. Its round end and lack of girth meant that even without the lubricant she had thoughtfully used I wouldn't have been able to have kept it out for long. Her fingers hooked the waistband of the girdle and it was there to stay. A tugging sensation behind me and the corresponding feeling in my rectum told me that I was now very well connected.
Using the seat of the chair as a platform Alice took great care to fasten the wires into the little grey box with the knobs and the buttons right under my nose. When she was satisfied with her work she began to speak in her best schoolmar'm voice:
"When you receive a sensation on the end of your penis I want you to reproduce that with your tongue on my clitoris. Try to match the intensity and the duration exactly. What you feel it on your asshole, you do on my asshole - you asshole. I'll have a duplicate set of pads on my thigh so I'll know when you're not following the program and if that happens." Her voice trailed off and the grey box was put where I could only see the beautifully manicured fingernail press a little red button.
My head bounced off the seat of the chair. I heard it slap the wood but felt nothing. All my pain receptors were trying to cope with the bees stinging my glans and the carney that was ripping off my balls whilst driving a tent spike up my ass. Alice waited until my teeth had unclenched before inserting the ring gag behind them. Struggling for breath I was unable to resist the intrusion. "I trust we won't have to do that again." I shook my head. I was at that moment nothing more than broken.
Lifting me up by the hair, she took her place on this terrible throne and pulled up the hem of the skirt to reveal her undergarments. With her legs apart the bloomers were obviously an open crotch affair but however keen I was to get started (mostly to avoid another `incentive') I couldn't see any flesh. Alice pushed my face away from her crotch and reached into the dark void. As her hand came out it brought with it a tube of latex with a strap at the end. Scarcely had I taken this in than press studs were undone and my head was pulled into the neck of the tube. The world went dark.
Instead of flesh my cheeks brushed a silky material. The scent of horny woman was incredible in this bag. Before she fastened my face between her legs Alice offered this advice - "Try to breathe slowly - it'll help." How she knew this was I could only speculate. The neckstrap was tightened to the point where she could just push a finger under it and then I was left to my dark, silent bag of woman. Despite the metal enclosure and the pressure of the panty girdle and the electrical battering that it had just taken my cock was expanding again. The smell was fuelling an arousal that I couldn't endure but had no way of disposing.
Ages passed, certainly minutes. I was aware of slight movements of Alices legs but nothing more. The silky hood was filling up with my sweat and the slack silk was rubbing the back of my mouth. Not daring to move I began to feel the edge of the cuffs on my wrists and the bar behind my knees. Then the end of my cock began to tingle gently. Having no reference, I took this as my signal to begin.
I pushed out my tongue and then lowered my face until both cheeks were resting on a thigh. After what seemed like ages I picked up a fold of skin and traced it upwards to the apex. She shuddered gently and the tingle stopped. A few seconds passed and it returned, quite stronger this time. As I reciprocated the sensation switched to 3 quick bursts every couple of seconds. Through the pushing of her midriff I could tell that I was stoking her fire. The wet silk at the end of my tongue began to sweeten in taste and she as she upped the current running along my shaft it began to feel like I was being milked.
We continued at a pace, each feeding the other. My sweet wife was grinding and slamming her hips into face and as the delightful waves of electric stimulation took me ever closer to a long overdue release I tried to give her every reason not to stop. Had my cock not been locked up we would have been fucking by now. If my hands were uncuffed then Alice would have at least two fingers inside of her. If the stupid woman hadn't shoved this ring behind my teeth I could have nibbled and sucked her clitty until she began to buck with orgasmic delight. It seemed to me that this set up was more about denying her a release than me.
I couldn't carry on much longer, my head was swimming from expending more air than I could take in, my tongue felt distended and dry whilst the rest of my face felt awash with sweat, spit and pussy juice. The charge pulsating through me was strong enough to move me in my bonds but everywhere that my engorged member touched metal was being painfully tattooed by the current. Even with the time expanding effects of this ultra-erotic sensory deprivation I was sure that she was taking much longer than usual to come.
She was still writhing and squashing her cunt into my nose but I began to conclude that with all the physical barriers that she had imposed on me I wouldn't be able to bring Alice off and as this was becoming worse for me I pulled my head back as far as the latex tube would allow. Her response was immediate. The red button had taken 3 quick presses and I got 3 excruciating blasts ripping my ass and balls to shreds.
As soon as I regrouped I attacked my task with a renewed vigour, pecking at the wet silk with my nose and raw tongue, dragging my whole face across her loins to set her off. Suddenly the frequency and intensity of movement around my head decreased. Alice normally becomes still for a few moments before juddering when she starts to come. I surmised this was happening to her but was more aware of the transfer of current to my anus.
In all the times we had fucked I could only recall a handful of occasions where she hadn't objected to use of her asshole in any sort of play. To be directed to take her over the edge by sticking my tongue in it was completely alien to everything we had done before, but this was an extraordinary night and I wasn't going to object - not only was the penalty too great but I was quite turned on by having to do it. The pulsating of the probe up my own ass told me Alice wanted it hard and as soon as I located her rosebud in the dark I stabbed into her as hard as my battered tongue would stand.
As I felt her ring give way to the silk covered probe my wife began to shake. I kept the pressure up for as long as I could hang on but her ass got away from me. The current reduced to a tingle once more but as Alice threw her hips around I felt like I was being restrained inside a punchbag. A few moments passed and she regained control of herself. Quiet reigned again and I resolved to check if my nose was bleeding as soon as I was released from the dark, wet bag.
Fingers began to work at the strap and then the popping sound of press studs brought light to my eyes. Alice was breathing heavily and sweating like a racehorse. Her lipstick was smeared across her cheeks and her hair was no longer in a bun or even tidy for that matter. There was a wide smile across her face. She looked deep into my eyes and tousled my hair.
"Not bad, Eh?" Alice remarked.
"For a first time. No. But you both will get better." From nowhere a deep female voice.
I turned my head to see who was in the room with us. For the fifth time that night a punishment charge was received. Alice pulled my face back into her lap. Stroking my head she put her lips to my ear and whispered "Don't upset Sarah darling - she's a lot stricter than me." Then my wife was instructed to get herself ready. Alice left the bedroom.
"Don't turn around." I didn't. The unmistakeable sound of stiletto heel accompanied the tall brunettes slow walk into my vision. She was dressed to the nines and in good shape with a face that was as attractive as it was harsh. "Quite a surprise I bet. Trust me, it's just the start." She crouched down to unfasten the ring gag. "No silliness now. Remember what I can do to you." As my mouth found its usual shape she put a cup of water to my lips. Alice returned to the room dressed for a night on the town. After a brief chat it was obvious they were going clubbing.
"You probably think that you deserve an explanation. You don't - but here's a film we made earlier." The brunette pointed the remote control at the bedroom TV and its screen filled with the image of Alice dragging me in by the wire from my dick. " I think you'll really get off on the scenes after I've strapped your wife to the chair. In fact I can make sure you do." Sarah began pressing buttons and my ass and glans began to tingle gently. "That's set for 45 minutes with a 10 minute sprint finish. If you come too soon, the rest will be pure agony - but then again, if you don't come at all." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the key to my chastity device ". who says how long the next time will be?"
"Don't forget to kiss your hubby goodnight Alice". My wife dutifully bent down and pulled her face into mine. It was a full and erotic kiss and the intermingling of the pussy juices that surrounded both our mouths told its own story. As they left the bedroom the current increased, starting to drag the probe onto my prostate gland. On the screen before me a leggy brunette, grey box in hand, was rubbing one of my restrained wife's erect nipples against her sex...
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