Contraptions and Devices

Apologies in advance if this is the wrong category, as I am never quite sure where to put my stories.

John and Helen continue their adventures helped along by John's prowess in his wood shop and this story is one, hopefully of a series, of relatively short scenarios relating John's thoughts and processes of designing and building his fanciful contrivances and their experiences and feelings as they try them out.

My stories never move at a very fast pace, but this one spends a lot of time describing the building of the devices interspersed with relatively short sex scenes. If this is not your cup of tea then you would be better giving this a miss. If you do read it - Enjoy!

John, flicking through various porn and bondage related web sites, metaphorically raised his eyebrows when he saw the photo of 'The Trap'. It was just one photo, showing a wooden, box-like structure upon which a young women in only bra and panties lay on her back, her legs were held up over her body, with her knees almost touching her chest. Her legs were supported by a thick wooden board with two semi circular cut-outs. These cut-outs were spaced about two feet apart somewhat like the bottom half of a set of stocks found in medieval Britain. This piece of wood, with the cut-outs was connected to the base by two long, hinged tubes. It appeared obvious that the person to be held immobile would lie on their back with the stocks-like board below their legs. The board would then be raised lifting their legs vertically and if moved further could be used to press their knees into their chest. This position clearly had the disadvantage, for the recipient that is, of completely exposing their genital area. As he looked at it John excitedly pictured Helen in place of the young women. Helpless to resist anything that he decided to do to her. His cock nodded its agreement.

"Just what we need," John whispered to himself, he grabbed the photo that he had just sent to the printer and went out to his wood shop, to begin planning the build. The photo showed that the length of the base was pretty much the same as the length of the model's torso. John could see that the top of her head was level with one end and her bum just extended over the other end by just a couple of inches. Sitting down he and Helen were similar heights, the difference in their overall height was accounted for by the length of his length, which was much longer than hers. Therefore to get the size of the base all he needed to do was measure his height when he was sitting down. He had soon crafted a robust open bottomed box from a sheet of 18mm plywood he had in his shop. He cut lengths of 4" square pine for the legs. Again he got the length from measuring from the ground to the height of his cock and subtracting 3", which he estimated would bring Helen's pussy to the height of his cock. He cross-braced the legs to give the structure the rigidity that he wanted. He felt sure that if it collapsed during use, it might not be conducive to a satisfactory, sexual conclusion.

As he planned on using a 2" round, wooden curtain pole as the hinge, he cut that next, drilled two 2" holes either side of one end of the base and passed the pole through. He secured the pole with glue and put it aside to dry. The leg support was next, made from a piece of 2" x 6" pine. He cut the piece of timber to the width of the base plus 4" extra each end to allow the fitting of the hinged supports. In one side of the leg support he cut out two semi-circular cutouts, 6" wide and 3" deep, 2' apart. For the hinged supports themselves he used 1" x 3" timber, which he morticed into the face of the leg support. When the glue had dried on the hinge, John assembled the leg support and the two hinged supports onto the hinge pole and glued the hinge supports into the leg support. He now had a strong, stable, flat table, with the leg support hanging down and resting on the vertical table legs. When the leg support was raised it protruded above the table by about 14", which would put it just above the back of Helen's knees, when she lay on her back on the table.

He then fabricated a cushioned pad, covered in red PVC for Helen to lie on and attached this to the table. To complete the device, John screwed on six eye brackets. One either side of the front face of the leg support and two either side of the table approximately midway along the length. One of these each side were to fix the chains, which would hold the leg support in its upper position, pulling Helen's legs to the desired position. The other two were to restrain Helen's wrists.

For the rest of his plan, and the final thing that he needed, was a spare doorbell push for their wireless doorbell, which was sourced from Amazon

When Helen went to take her shower that evening, John, with more than a little difficulty, wrestled the device in to their ground floor bedroom and placed two stools, one either side.

"Helen?" John called as Helen emerged from the shower, "Can you come here, I have something to show you?"

As Helen entered the bedroom, she came to an abrupt halt.

"WHAT'S THAT? she demanded, "It's another of your contraptions, isn't it, but more to the point what's it for?"

"Come here and I'll show you." John said, continuing, "Take your robe off and perch your bottom on the end here."

When she had rested her buttocks on the end of the table, John said, "Now lean back and put your feet on the two stools."

Gingerly Helen laid down and John supported her feet on the stools.

"Now close your eyes and lift your head off the cushion slightly." he instructed. As she did so John pulled a blindfold hood over Helen's head and gently pushed her head back down.

He quickly attached velcro closing handcuffs to both her wrists and clipped them onto the eye brackets.

Helen tugged at them half-heartedly, guessing that it was unlikely that they would break, but aware that tugging at them gave the impression of this being totally involuntary.

However when John then removed the two stool supporting Helen's feet Helen protested, "John, I can't lie like this, it's very uncomfortable."

"Okay," said John, "I'll hold them up for you."

With that He began to lift the leg restraint. When the restraint was almost vertical, he asked, "Is that better?"

"A bit better." Helen replied.

"How about this then?" John asked as he pushed the restrain past vertical and clipped the chain onto first one side of the table and then the other. Helen's thighs were now touching her tummy.

"I don't think that that's an improvement." Helen answered.

"It is from where I'm standing." John said as he lightly ran his fingers up her thigh and across her buttocks and her pussy lips.

"You were saying that your pubic hair was getting a bit long, so I'm going to remove it for you, but it'll take me a minute or two to get ready. Don't go away will you?"

Helen made a "Hmmf" noise. "Fat chance of that isn't there?" she went on.

John had planned this to the last detail and set about his preparations. He brought a bowl of warm water, a flannel (face cloth/wash cloth), electric shaver, a large penis sheath, which he put in the water to warm and the spare doorbell push.

He then began removing all Helen's soft hair. That task completed, he gently used the warm, damp flannel to remove any of the cut hair from her pussy lips, and then slowly ran his tongue up her slit from her arse hole to her clitoris.

Helen squirmed as he did this, so just to make sure that there was no hair left to irritate her he washed her pussy lips again with his tongue. This time his tongue parted her outer lips and wriggled between her wrinkly inner lips. A moan escaped from Helen, rising in intensity as he encircled her clitoris. He felt the small shiny nub enlarging as he did so. He parted her lips with a finger and found that she was getting quite wet. At this point he picked up the doorbell push and pressed it. The loud chimes of the door bell rang out through the house.

Helen jumped. "Who's that?" she exclaimed through the face mask.

"No idea," John said, then as if he had remembered something, he went on in a surprised voice, "Oh, the must be a guy from the pub. He wanted one of the pens that I made, for his wife's birthday. I'll have to go and see him, because I told him that I would be at home and if I didn't hear the bell that he should come round the house and knock on the window. Bet you wouldn't want him to see you like this, would you?"

John picked up the remote control vibrator next to the bowl of water and after putting some lube on it, quickly slid it into Helen's pussy.

"Wouldn't like you to go off the boil," he said, "and I would keep quiet if I were you, otherwise he might hear and ask what the noise was."

John repressed the doorbell push to emphasise the position that she was in.

As he left the bedroom he tapped the screen on his phone to start the vibrator. A strangled 'urgh!', told him that it was working.

As he went to meet his imaginary pal from the pub he picked up the very large, realistic, silicone dildo from where he had left it. He opened the door and said loudly, "Hello Fred, come in. I'll just get the pen for you."

He then placed the dildo into the microwave and turned it on. He knew from previous experiments that 38 seconds on full power would heat it to 40 degrees celsius, just a couple of degrees above body temperature. As it was warming up, he continued his conversation with the fictitious Fred. When the microwave 'dinged' John removed the dildo, said goodbye to Fred and slammed the door.

As he went back towards the bedroom he said, "SHHHHH!".

Back in the bedroom Helen was squirming energetically. Without preamble John thrust a finger into her pussy alongside the vibrator, his thumb rubbed over her clitoris.

"JOHN? Is that you? Who were you saying Shush to?"

John pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and started to press the dildo against Helen's pussy lips.

"John, John!"

John said nothing, pressing the dildo harder as her lips began to part. Only the head of the imitation penis went in before Helen complained that it was very big.

John removed it and pushed again. Each time it went in further and after about half of it was inside he began stroking it in and out.

Helen was starting to move her hips in response to the friction. Each time it went in slightly more until it was obvious that it was touching her cervix. John now began long strokes all the way out and all the way back, slowly increasing the speed at which he did it. Helen was now wailing and shrieking, "Oh God, Oh God! Harder! Don't stop! Argh, I'm cumming!"

As she said this John vibrated her clitoris with his fingers and Helen screamed, her whole body shaking.

John removed the dildo and quickly removed the penis sheath from the still warm water. He covered his cock with lube and pushed the sheath over his cock, squeezing the air from the tip. The vacuum would keep it on him without any problem.

Helen's pussy was still gaping from the large dildo, and even though the sheath was bigger than the dildo John was confident that it would go in without any problem given the amount of secretions that Helen had produced.

He slammed straight into her and starting pumping immediately. Helen went wild, "More, more, harder. Oh God I'm cumming again!"

Although the sleeve was thick and John couldn't feel Helen at all, the resistance of Helen's pussy was rubbing it backward and forwards on his cock. As she came, so did he.

John immediately threw all his 'props' he'd used for this deception into a plastic bag and hid them in his home office.

He released Helen, who was all questions.

"Was that you? Was it someone else? Who was it? Was it just one man or more? They were very big!"

"Did you enjoy it?" asked John, "and if you did do your questions matter?"