Something Different
by prometheus_b
Something Different by prometheus_b
Let me tell you about myself, I’m 24, 6’ 3”, 200 pounds, and can handle myself. But when I came home from work yesterday, and my 5’2, 100 pound beauty of a wife jumped on my back and held a cloth to my face, I didn’t have much of a chance. I’m not sure how long I was out, but when I came to, I knew I was fucked. Literally.
I couldn’t see anything due to the heavy duty blindfold, and I couldn’t turn my head due to the four inch posture collar, not that it would have done me much good. A 3 inch ballgag had been jammed in my mouth and securely fastened behind my head. This is all fair-game in our sex life, this next part was the part that had me worried.
She had me strapped to some strange leather covered bench. My hands were enclosed in latex mittens, with my fists curled into tight balls, my wrists were secured by straps to the bench, as were my elbows. My thighs and ankles had received the same treatment on the other end, and four leather straps, each 3 inches in diameter, secured my torso. My ass was forced up into the air, so I knew that wasn’t good. Lovely wife that she is, she also put a pair of nipple clamps on that reached underneath the bench. Right now she had about six 1-ounce weights hanging from the chain, which meant she had eighteen more to add, and I knew she would.
Once I became oriented, she began working my ass with a riding crop, just to test my movement. After a few strong strokes, I squirmed a bit too much, so she tightened a few straps, and gave a winch a few turns, which forced my ass farther into the air. I could not move a muscle.
She switched over to a flogger for a hundred strokes, concentrating on my already sore ass, but letting quite a few fall on my balls, which always earned a muted grunt from me. She added a few more weights onto my nipple clamps and whispered into my ear:
“I hope you’re ready for something different tonight. Then again, you don’t have much choice.”
With that I heard her leave the room, and hours passed (a few minutes actually) before she returned. She grabbed my throbbing cock and gave it a few precursory strokes before she pulled out a new toy. She encased my cock in the milker and secured it with leather straps and padlocks. Then she locked my balls into a very tight leather pouch, which she also secured with a padlock. I was sweating from anticipation and nervousness since we had never discussed anything like this, and she could tell. She added a few more weights onto the clamps and once more whispered into my ear:
“You might be wondering what your cock is in. It’s a milker, I found it online and thought we might enjoy it. It’s locked on with 3 padlocks, and the keys will get here tomorrow morning. So you might as well get comfortable.”
She began to mess with something underneath the bench I was on and then she took the ballgag out of my mouth and whispered, “Not a word, unless it’s yes Mistress.”
“This is a very special milker with a few additional specifications. It has a small hose attached to the end to collect your…uh…manly fluids. The hose is attached to a rather large, and very realistic dildo. Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth and she ungraciously shoved the rather large dildo, about the diameter of a soda can, inside.
“Start sucking you filthy little slut. I know you can do a marvelous job on a strap-on.”
With that I began to suck the cock to the best of my ability, the posture collar limited movement of my head, and she began to beat my ass with a wooden spanker.
“Come on you little whore, I know you can do better than that. Maybe I should give you some motivation.”
She turned on the milker, and it was the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt. The milker was pushing and pulling the skin on my engorged cock, and I needed to explode. She continued to work my ass with the spanker and added one last tidbit of information:
“Oh, by the way, when you cum, guess what happens? Your cum travels through the hose into the cock in your mouth and you get to feel what I’ve had to feel for the past three years. And you better swallow every last drop.”
I paused for a second and she hit me with the spanker three times in rapid succession.
“Don’t stop now you fucking cum-slut.”
I kept working the giant phallus in my mouth, and I felt myself getting ready to explode. She pressed a button on a remote control and the leather sack my balls were in came to life. They were massaged and vibrated, and I exploded into the milker, my body shuddered, and I tried to prepare for what I knew was going to happen.
A load of semen was shot into my mouth and I tried to swallow it all, but a few drops spilt.
“Oh, too bad, looks like we’re going to have to try this again.”
The milker was in it’s rest period, which was very good for me, but I didn’t know how long I had. Mistress had left the room, and I, well I stayed put.
She returned after about twenty minutes and asked, “So, are you all rested my little cock slut?” She turned the milker back on, switched the ball vibrator to high and added the rest of the weights to my nipple clamps.
“Suck that fucking cock or I swear you’ll be in this position till Friday (it was Tuesday). So I started sucking and I felt her smearing a cool liquid on my ass.
“Let’s see how you take this. It’s about the same size as the one you have in your mouth.”
With that she slowly worked her strap-on into my ass, and my cock was throbbing once again in the milker. She had lubed her cock well enough to immediately begin fucking the hell out of me. I continued to suck on the dildo in front of me as she rammed my ass. My nipples were burning from the weights and I felt myself getting closer to climaxing again.
“Do you like Chinese finger-cuffs? Maybe next time I’ll bring one of my girlfriends. I know you’d like that, getting fucked by two women at the same time.”
That did it for me, I felt myself climbing to orgasm, my body shuddered and once again I exploded. This time I managed to swallow every last bit of semen. She withdrew her strap-on from me and removed the dildo from my mouth. Which she quickly replaced with the ballgag.
“I’ll be back in an hour. You probably need the rest. Try to get some sleep if you can.”
With an evil laugh, she replaced my nipple clamps with the vibrating type, turned the milker on a very low setting, and shoved a large butt plug into my ass.
“Have fun, slut, I’ll see you in an hour.”
06.10.03
story continues in Something Different 2
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