Terry's Idea

Terry’s Idea
by ChainedInSatin
Terry’s Idea By ChainedInSatin
Sue had won big, very big.  More than enough for her to live very comfortably for the rest of her life, and she was still young, so this could be a very long time.
The win had been a surprise, a chance purchase of a lottery ticket with her regular shopping. She had sat in shock staring at the ticket until her husband arrived home from work. They had both sat there for an hour or more before excitedly deciding how to spend the money. 
They claimed the prize under anonymity, quit their jobs and bought a large but anonymous house in the cooler climes of the north. New cars, clothes and a few holidays followed. But temptation to spend everything at once had quickly subsided with the realization that they needed to conserve what they had if they wanted to retain their life of leisure.

But their newfound life of ease had its own problems. Originally they had spent their leisure time spending their newly won fortune, but as time went on, new leisure pursuits had emerged. Sues love of clothes, Terry’s interest in engineering, and a shared interest of bondage had provided diversions to spend their time. Originally their lovemaking had consisted of simple things with ties and silk scarves. Their new wealth afforded a wider range of options. The Internet providing a resource that allowed their imaginations to run wild. Sue had an extensive wardrobe with a large collection of latex and leather clothing, as well as a varied collection of uniforms and costumes. Their combined toy collection filled a large room at the very top of their new house. Terry on the other hand had manufactured whatever Sue desired that they could not purchase.

Terry had built a very well equipped workshop to divert his time. Their new house required a great deal more maintenance than their two-bedroom apartment, and with his and Sues other interests, he found his time easily spent. In the centre of his garage sat a partially completed AC Cobra replica, built using his own hands to a standard that many would have thought to be overkill. But that was the way Terry worked. His skills in mechanical and electronic design had kept him in full employment up until his wife’s lottery win. And although he enjoyed his work, he enjoyed fulfilling Sues rapidly expanding sexual horizons. And it was while working on one of his wife’s suggested projects that a germ of an idea had come to him.

Terry walked into the large front room to find his wife sat on the leather suite, her legs curled up around her, her nose buried in a book.
" Hello dear" She murmured,
"Hello, good book?"
"Not bad, how’s the car going?"
"I’ve finished the dashboard, but the carpets don’t fit as well as they should. I’m going to ring the supplier tomorrow and get some new ones sent up."
She smiled and looked over at him,
"But you aren’t here to tell me about carpet fitting are you?"
Terry smiled and produced a small block of putty from his pocket.
"I need you to bite down on this."

She placed the book on the side of the chair and took the block in her hand. Rolling it in her hands she looked back at Terry with a sly smile slowly spreading across her face. "I suppose you have a new project planned if you are asking me to bite down on things?"
"I have, but I want it to be a surprise. Its something I know you will enjoy."
"Something tight and unyielding no doubt"
"Just pop it in your mouth and bite down dear."
Sue obliged, an odd taste that reminded her suddenly of the dentist filled her mouth as she bit down on the soft putty, an altogether not unpleasant taste.
Terry helped her to remove the putty, taking care not distort it.
"So what’s that for?" She asked wiping her mouth.
"You’ll see, lots more measuring and things to go though.."
Terry gave her a quick peck on the cheek before retiring to the workshop; leaving Sue to wonder what scheme Terry was cooking up for her. A stirring was beginning below her waist.

The next few days saw Terry returning several times. Taking measurements, impressions of body parts and asking her to stand this way, bend here, tense that, all the while taking careful measurements and making notes. Several days passed with delivery after delivery of parts and components arriving by courier. The sound of machine tools and hammering faintly echoed from the workshop. Sue kept Terry well fed, trying to sneak a peak of his new 'project'. Each time greeted with mock anger and fake outrage. It was almost two weeks later when He announced over dinner that he was almost ready for her to try his new 'project' and that she should go out shopping tomorrow so that he could set everything up.
"Why can’t I be here?" 
"It’s a complicated setup, and I don’t want you to spoil it by seeing before I’m ready to use it..."
"And what exactly is 'it'?"
"For that my dear, you shall have to wait and see"

The next day they woke and slowly made love in the early morning light. Terry seemed very eager and his passion seemed very strong when it came. After breakfast, Sue reluctantly agreed to take their Mercedes into the nearby city promising not to be back for several hours at least.
"While you are out, why don’t you pick up something special." Terry suggested
"What sort of thing? Something kinky?" Grabbing Terry around the waist, she playfully tugged his shirt collar.
"Anything you like dear, whatever you want. Why don’t you try to get something a little bit different..."
"But I have lots of things a 'little bit different', did you have something specific in mind?"
"No, not really, how about something really feminine..." He suggested
"Ill see what I can do" She smiled
After a long lingering kiss she left the house, leaving Terry standing on the doorstep watching her go. No, making sure I’m going she thought to herself. 

Terry watched the car disappear down the driveway and waited until he could see the car no more before heading to the workshop to begin setting the equipment up. He had a lot to do, and very little time to do it.

Sue parked up in the multi-story car park and walked the short distance into the central shopping precinct. She had her credit cards with her, and at least a few hours to waste doing her very best to keep occupied, keeping her mind off of whatever devious contraption Terry was going to place her in this time.
She looked round several boutiques, browsing the racks and leaving empty handed. Nothing really filling the bill of a feminine outfit suitable for play, certainly nothing 'different'. An adult shop provided little stimulation; she already owned things far more extreme than on most of the shelves and hangars. She also felt uncomfortable in the shop, without Terry to provide support and encouragement. She thought she felt the eyes of the other customers as well. In reality most were too self-conscious of a woman in the store than to stand and stare, and hid behind aisles or simply left. With nothing to show for her trouble, she decided to take the weight off her feet with a coffee at a small shop she had seen earlier. The short walk seemed like an eternity and sitting down in the bustling cafe, she wondered what on earth to get. Something feminine, something sexy, something different, something ohhh....

Her eyes had glanced over at a shop across from the cafe. She almost hadn’t noticed it, but there it was, Perfect! In the window was the most beautiful wedding dress she had ever seen. Sue would be the virginal bride ready to be ravished by her new husband. She rushed her coffee, almost burning her mouth in her haste, before she ran over to the shop to get a closer look. The dress was better than perfect. The design was not fussy, the full satin skirt sweeping out from the hips, the full skirt buoyed with a full petticoat underneath. The bodice was cut low at the front with sleeves that puffed out at the shoulders and narrowed to points at the wrists. The neckline was square and the front of the bodice had a very delicate embroidered pattern across it, ideal for displaying just a little cleavage. This was the picture of feminine beauty, Ideal she thought, he wanted femininity, a wedding dress was the ultimate expression of it, without a doubt. Their own wedding had been a simple civil affair, limited by their available funds, this would sort of make up for it she mused. Rushing into the shop she sought out a sales representative to help her. Two hours later she emerged with a large dress bag draped across her left arm and another bundle of bags in her right hand. She struggled all the way back to the car, the distance seemed forever to traverse with the weight of the bags under her arms. She drove back struggling to keep at the speed limit, imagining Terry’s face at the sight she would present. Pulling into the driveway a little too fast she almost caught the gatepost on her way in.

Terry was upstairs on the top floor when she burst into the house.
"I’m home, wait to you see what I’ve got"
Terry’s voice drifted from above.
"I’m almost ready, why don’t you get changed, there’s some things in a bag on the bed you need to wear as well."

Sue struggled up the stairs with the bags into the master bedroom. She showered quickly in their on suite bathroom, dried and styled her hair before turning her attention to the large sports bag Terry had placed on the bed. Opening it up, she reached inside and pulled out the most bizarre bra and panty set she thought she had ever seen. The bra was black leather, it fitted with a metal clasp, the area inside the cups was lined with metal woven into the fabric. She placed it around her naked waist securing the clasp behind her back. Picking up the panties, she noticed several unusual things. The panties themselves were made from rubber, two phallic protrusions rising from the middle. No guessing as to where they went. A third thin floppy pipe was next to the vaginal dildo, which she recognized immediately to be a catheter. She hated inserting these things, often finding it uncomfortable. She was gratified to find that Terry had thought enough to provide lubricant to ease its passage. The butt plug was unusual as well. It was hollow and much thinner than the dildo mounted to the front of the panties. Sliding them up her legs she carefully installed the catheter and slid gingerly into the panties, the intruders probing their way into their resting places. 

The Dildo filled her and was already making itself known as she moved around, the hard rubber nubs around its base seeing to that. A small cable, a pair of sheer stockings and a pair of high-heeled shoes was all that remained in the bag. She inserted the cable into a socket at the top of the panties, and just below the centre of the bra, it latched as she inserted it. She gave it a quick tug just to make sure it wouldn’t work loose. She grabbed the shoes and sat down on the bed. She was surprised at how uncomfortable the panties were, reaching round she discovered some sort of socket at the base of the panties. That explained the discomfort she thought, and fetched a pillow to sit on to ease it. She rolled the stockings up her legs before she turned her attention to the shoes. These had very high heels complete with stainless steel straps, which locked around her ankles with tiny padlocks. Slipping these on, she snapped the locks closed, god only knows where Terry had hidden the keys.

Attempting to move as gracefully as possible she walked to her shopping bags and began removing items. First on was the corset. An over bust design it pushed 'Terry’s' bra further into her chest as she tightened it. She could feel her now hard nipples pushing against the cold metal filaments enclosed within. Tightening the laces she double knotted them before cutting the excess with scissors. She fixed the stockings to eight suspenders hanging from the bottom of the corset. Next she pulled on a pair of shoulder length satin gloves before she unzipped the dress bag to remove the gown and petticoat. The petticoat was several layers of soft net with a satin lining that caressed her legs as it slid into place. The gown came next, this she lifted over her head. She zipped the dress up and marveled at how the design of the dress hid both her bra and the shoes she wore. Only one thing remained, the veil, which she clipped into her hair with a comb. Looking in her mirror, she hoped that this costume had the same effect on Terry that his special panties were having on her.
"I’m ready are you?" She yelled,
"Ready when you are, come on up."

Sue carefully made her way across the hall to the stairs that led to their playroom in the attic. She had to lift the skirt of her gown, as the steps were steep. She carefully ascended, fully aware of the height of the shoes locked on her feet and the ease with which she could overbalance. Opening the door at the top of the landing she walked into the room, Terry turned to look at her, his jaw dropping.
"Wow" He stared opened mouthed.
"What do you think then?" She twirled slowly her hands outstretched so he could get the full view, but also for balance more than anything.
He moved across to her, placing his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately.
"You look amazing, its a shame I am going to have to cover your beautiful face."
"Oh and what exactly are you going to do to me?", she strained past his shoulder to see the fruits of his labors.
Stepping aside, Terry presented his creation, " I present, the chair..."

The chair looked like no other chair she had ever seen. A single chrome pole supported what at first glance would look like a black executive lounger. But closer inspection revealed the multitude of leather straps that crossed the top. What appeared like a small fridge was located a distance from the chair. A thick cable coiling loose towards the chair.
"If you will my love, I need to prepare you first." 
Terry walked over to the chair and lifted two leather cuffs from the chair. The cuffs were different than the usual ones. They buckled around her wrists, a large steel disc attached to each one.
"How do these work then?” She asked, examining the discs.
"They are magnetic restraints. The discs are attracted to electromagnets on the side of the chair. When they are activated, they require 140lbs of force to separate."
"More than I can lift, that’s for sure."
"And at the angle your arms will be, it will be impossible for you to remove them"
Terry returned this time with the end of the thick-coiled cable. "If you could turn around dear.."

He lifted the hem of her skirt and fought through the petticoat to reach her panties, and plugged the cable into socket at the back of her panties.
Guiding her to the chair, he retrieved the last item from the top of the chair.
"I need you to open your mouth now."
Sue obliged, Terry pushing a black molded block into her mouth, two tubes protruding from between her lips. The block fitted perfectly between her teeth, apart from the two tubes sticking out from her mouth, you would never have guessed that Sue was now very effectively gagged.
"I now need you to hop up onto the chair if you will"
Sue mumbled a response as best she could and hopped up onto the chair, trying hard to keep her weight off her rear. Terry guided her legs around and she sunk suddenly sunk into the chair. A cut out in the base of the chair allowed the cable protruding from her rear to nestle without placing undue strain on her.

Terry busied himself with arranging her skirt, feet and the cable to the end of the chair. Sue wondered as to how he was going to stop her from pushing the gag in her mouth out. She quickly had an answer. He had produced a leather mask, which he helped with her assistance, around her face. Passing the two tubes through an opening in the mouth, and arranging her veil, he strapped the hood tight. She could breath through nose holes in the leather, its rich scent filling her nostrils. The constriction of her corset was making her breathing labored, especially given her high state of arousal. She thought to herself that maybe she should have tightened it slightly less than she had.

He guided her left hand down to the side of the chair and down, so her arm was at an almost at right angles to her torso. She felt the disc attached to her arm 'grab', as the disk attached to the cuff slammed onto the electromagnet there, he repeated the task on her right arm. She was now very much at his mercy. Strap after strap was tightened across her body. Effectively making her one with the chair. Across her chest, waist, thighs, legs and ankles. Movement of anything other than her head was now impossible. And Terry was about to see to that. She felt something slide across her face and felt her head being pushed back as yet more straps were tightened. Terry finally connected the pipes protruding from her mouth to pipes that emerged from the chair.
Now totally immobile she noticed that she could no longer hear Terry moving about.

He stood back and admired his handiwork. The white satin of her gown contrasted sharply with the black leather straps that welded her body to the chair. He could perceive the rapidly rising and falling of her chest and concluded that her excitement was rapidly mounting. She could not hear as Terry had built very effective soundproofing into the leather hood, which also held her gag and blindfolded her. Only one thing remained to do before he delivered his masterstroke. He went over to the 'fridge' and opened its door. Inside were mounted several batteries, a small computer, switching equipment, pumps and bags holding a thin paste like substance. He flicked a switch and watched with pride as the black upholstery of the chair inflated with high-pressure air. Sue could suddenly feel the straps holding her tighten even more, causing her to moan through her gag with surprise. She felt as if she was rising from the chair into the straps. Any movement she did have was now totally gone. She felt Terry push something into her left hand. She gripped it instinctively. She suddenly heard a crackle and surmised that Terry had fitted headphones into the hood that cut off her sight and speech.

"Hello dear, the switch you hold in your hand is the pleasure/punishment control. The chair operates like so. A computer controls every function of it and will pleasure you and torment you according to a program I have devised. The program will terminate after a set time at which point It will release you. The left tube in your mouth carries water. Simply place your tongue over the right tube and suck. The right tube contains a thin gruel should you become hungry, put your tongue over the left for that."
Sue suddenly became alarmed, how long was he going to leave me like this?
"If you cannot stand the torment, press the button and the computer will switch the program to pleasure, but beware that each time you abort the torment, the duration of the pleasure increases three-fold. A torment itself. I will now set the timer, don’t go anywhere..."
The headphones crackled off, sound gone.

Terry walked over to the fridge and opened the door. He set a time of three hours on the timer. He was about to shut the door when he smirked to himself, and reset the timer for three days, before closing the door.
"In about five minutes the sequence will begin. All you bodily functions are taken care of so lie back and enjoy it. The enema should begin about now."
Almost at once she felt the anal probe inflate, making removal impossible. Warm water then began to fill her inside. At the same time the catheter in her urethra inflated, also making its removal impossible.
"You may wonder how long I will leave you like this. Well as I said, the device will release you after a set period of time. Time enough for me to get to the bank, withdraw 'our' money, and make good my escape. I hope you understand that I have big plans for that money and hope that what I leave you is sufficient recompense."
Sue was startled. He wanted to take all of our money! To leave me! And all the things we worked for, and to leave me bound inescapably to a fiendish device to ensure his escape!
"With that final thought, I leave you and wish all the best in the future."
The speaker crackled off, and Sue began straining at her bonds in a futile attempt to escape. Terry could only perceive the slightest movement from Sue, but could see the jolt that she made as the vibrator against her clit burst into life. Sue screamed into her gag. Half passion, half rage.. So consumed with her predicament and what Terry had done to her she almost didn’t notice the tingling sensation now building in her nipples.

Terry turned and walked down the steps. He wasn’t really leaving, but he did enjoy messing with her mind. He would go out, run some errands, maybe visit some friends before returning tonight to release her and slowly make love to his wife. He left the house, pausing to look at the top floor window and thought of the package within. He was still thinking of her as he pulled his car down the driveway and into the road. He was still thinking of her as the car pulled across the junction at the bottom of the road, and still thinking of her as he glanced at the truck from the corner of his eye.

Sue strained harder and harder against her bonds, the vibrator buzzing against her causing her passion to rise, the tingling around her nipples coming in waves now. The pressure reached a crescendo and she came with a force so strong she screamed again. Anyone watching would have perceived the chair shake ever so slightly as a mewing noise came from the leather wrapped head. She came again, even stronger this time, almost passing out and in her passions dropped the switch.
She stopped, dread filling her mind. What have I done! Almost at once, the vibrator stopped, the automatic enema still performed its filling and purge cycle. Sue was powerless to stop it. The tingling began in her breasts this time more insistent. She moaned again as she began to push psychologically at least against the intruders within her, mentally willing the vibrator to begin again.

Terry shook his head. It really, really hurt. Blinking his eyes he tried to take in his surroundings, the room was unfamiliar, he was in bed. He lifted his hand to his head, noticed that an IV drip was in his hand, and touched his bandaged head, sending waves of searing pain through his already throbbing head. A nurse came in and began busying herself around him.
"Where am I?" He asked groggily.
"Saint Luke’s hospital, you where in a car accident." Terry shook his head. He was having trouble remembering anything.
"What happened?"
"I think you got hit by a truck, very lucky to be alive. You have been unconscious for nearly a week. But don’t worry, the doctor will be here soon, he will explain everything to you."
Terry was suddenly hit with recollection. His wife! Still strapped to his machine, running for three days! Terry was worried.
"My wife! Where is she?” Terry grabbed the nurse’s arm.
She looked at him puzzled, outside in the hallway, she’s been here the last three days, by your side most nights."
Terry relaxed and released her arm.
"Ill send her in now you are awake" She smiled.

After a few minutes the door opened, and stood in the doorway was Sue.
"Thought you could run off hey?"
"That was never supposed to happen, I was only going to leave you for a few hours! I promise"
Sue moved over to the bed, sat on the end and held his hand. 
"I know dear, you need two signatures to withdraw our money, and both of us must be present. I remembered that after about my fifth orgasm, bastard."
"Are you still angry?"
"Oh I am very angry, three days spent strapped to your diabolical chair."
Terry smiled, his wife returning it.
"Thank you very much for the ride of my life, but don’t think you are out the woods yet" She scowled
"Oh why is that"
"Well for one, I now have to think of something to get my own back on you.  And also..."
Sue lifted her foot onto the bed and lifted her skirt up, revealing her high-heeled shoes, locked with tiny padlocks.
"Because you didn’t bother to leave the keys for these damned shoes out where I could find them did you?"
 

28.04.03