Lexy Finds Herself Pt. 02

Part 2: New Toy

Two weeks after Chris's birthday, the stockade remained in the centre of the living room, a since-unused monument to the adventures of that weekend.

Chris said to Lexy, one evening, "what are your plans for that?" gesturing towards the apparatus.

"Well, I know you enjoyed it." she told him, "but I'm not sure how I feel about it."

"Honestly," he admitted, "I'd like to come home to find you locked into it every night. That was the best weekend of my life!"

She smiled, sweetly. "I know it was! And you're welcome," she told him, "but, you know, I'm not sure how I feel about it."

"It seemed to me that you enjoyed it a lot!" he told her. "You came about 6 times!"

"Yeah. I guess. But, there were bits of it I didn't enjoy." She said. "Like being whipped. That hurt! And being ass-fucked. I only did that for you. And the nipple clamps."

"I understand," he assured her, "but the addition of those unpleasant things ultimately resulted in more intense climaxes, and the reward far outweighed the price in the end. Don't you think?"

"Well, I'd be willing to try it again." she agreed. "Just you and me. The thought definitely turns me on, but I'm still not really sure."

They agreed that on the next Friday, she'd be there waiting for him when he came home.

"And I can do whatever I want to you?" he asked.

"Yes, whatever you want. Like last time. But just you." she agreed.

On Friday morning, she was wet with anticipation. Despite her reservations, deep inside she knew that she enjoyed the last time, and the thought of doing it again was really exciting her. She raced around the house getting the housework done, then bathed and shaved and got herself dressed into the corset, as well as a pair of long black stiletto boots she had purchased, on a whim, during the week because they matched the corset. Then she laid out the various toys, as she had done last time, and placed herself into the stockade.

This time, she found herself much more nervous than she had been last time. The wait seemed like an eternity, and her mind raced. She found herself rocking back and forth, as far as the tight breast belts would allow, trying to increase the stimulation from the dildo in her pussy, her unanswered arousal driving her mad.

When, at long last, he finally arrived home, she had expected him to use her mouth as he had done last time, but he didn't. Instead, he removed the breast straps and replaced them with the breast vice device, which consisted of two parallel bars with a screw handle to clamp them together. He tightened the vice across her breasts, winding the handle tighter and tighter until she, first, began to groan, and finally, started to cry out as they squeezed her breasts brutally.

He then squeezed her nipples with surgical clamps, locking them closed tightly around her nubs. Then, one by one, he pressed a 10-gauge piercing needle through between the prongs of the clamps, piercing her nipples. She squealed as the needles cut through her sensitive flesh, then again, as he pulled the needle through, threading the thick bars through her nipples.

He then placed a u-shaped shackle device over the ends of each bar and capped the bars with screw-on end balls.

Once this was complete, he removed the dildos from her ass and pussy, and repeated the process using a 14-gauge needle and jewellery, on her clit.

At the feeling of the clamp being placed on her clitoris, and the realisation of what he was about to do to her most sensitive area, she began violently shaking her head, begging him incoherently not to do it, and struggling to escape the bondage of the stockade.

Regardless, he forged ahead, and pressed the needle, and subsequently the bar, through her clitoris. She shrieked, and passed out at the pain, though her body, held in place as it was, remained exactly in position while he finished the job, adding the u-shackle and end balls to the bar.

When she regained consciousness, a fucking machine was pumping a thick dildo in and out of her pussy, and there was an e-stim device attached to her labia and newly installed clit ring, which was sending waves of pleasurable stimulation through her clit and into her labia. The sensation felt amazing, and she almost immediately forgot the pain that had caused her to pass out only moments earlier.

As the combined e-stim and dildo began to bring her pleasure, she felt his cock slide into her mouth.

He began slowly fucking her mouth through the open-mouth gag, gradually building his rhythm and pressing deeper, as the machines pushed her gradually closer to climax. He monitored her closely, building his pace as he sensed her getting closer and closer to coming, until, eventually, he was strongly fucking her throat right when the electricity pushed her over the edge and she was engulfed with a powerful orgasm, causing her to shake and spasm.

At the sight of her body shaking, and with the spasming of her throat around his cock as it pressed in and out of her throat whilst she tried to moan in response to the climax, he lost control of himself also, and came with a thrust and jerk as his body spasmed to complement hers, shooting his seed deep into her throat.

Over the next three hours, the stimulation of her pussy continued. Periodically, he used her mouth, bringing his own pleasure, but always timing it so that he came as she came, tying his climax into her ultimate pleasure.

He then turned up the power on the e-stim device.

She groaned deeply at the realisation that the device had not even been close to its full potential and yet had brought her to orgasm no less than 10 times so far. As the sensation in her clit and labia doubled, she felt she might come continuously, until she felt the cane land across her bottom.

He caned her five times in quick succession, causing her to cry out as each blow landed. Then he paused, giving the e-stim, and the dildo in her pussy, time to build her back up towards a climax, then, as he sensed her nearing climax, he caned her bottom again, five times more, each one causing her to cry out as a red stripe lit up like fire across her cheeks.

Again and again, he allowed her to almost reach climax, before painfully denying her that pleasure.

This lasted for a seemingly interminable time, her frustration building and building until she begged, still unintelligibly through the gag, to be allowed to come.

She was not. And he continued the torment, allowing her to approach a climax before, time and time again, tearing her away from it with the cane.

Behind the gag, she begged, and cried, "please! Please let me come!", she tried to say, but only nonsense made its way out of her gagged open mouth.

He turned the dial of the e-stim up to full power, and, as she was overcome by the strongest orgasm she thought she had ever had, he removed the hood.

"Thank you! Oh, thank you!" she heard herself saying, genuinely grateful to him for making her come, and releasing her from such torment.

"Have you enjoyed yourself?" he asked her.

"Mmmmm. Yes. I have." she confirmed, gleefully.

"Are you ready to come to bed and serve me through the night?" he continued.

"Mmmmm. Yes. I am." she told him.

"Good girl!" he told her, and a warm smile spread across her face, until he covered it by replacing the hood and gag once more, this time locking it in place with a padlock, before freeing her and leading her upstairs to bed.