A Taste of Slavery Ch. 04

"You're really warped, aren't you?"

"I think so. I didn't realize how warped until Scott suggested this experiment. Even after Scott went to bed, I was masturbating in the bath. I'd cum six times yesterday evening and it wasn't enough. I guess I'm trying to get as much out of my system as I can. Scott is going to be in control of my orgasms when my slavery starts and I'm sure he won't let me cum as much as I'll feel like it."

"Shit, that will be a bitch."

"Maybe. I suspect the ones I am allowed to have will be more powerful, so I'm hoping quality will replace quantity."

"I might have to come over and check it out after lunch."

"Just be aware Scott might be home early to work on it before poker. I might attack him when he walks through the door. I need to be fucked again."

"Jeez, girl! You got it bad."

"Tell me about it."

******

Lisa came over around two and I was pointing out the various functions to her. Her eyebrows arched every time I described something new.

"And this is making you hot?"

"Unbelievably," I said.

"I might be feeling tiny tinges of what you're feeling, but nothing like you're describing."

"We've already decided I'm warped."

"Well, it seems to be a pleasant form of warped. You certainly seem to be having a lot of fun with it."

Lisa stayed until Scott arrived at three. I gave her a signal and she said she had to run.

"See you in a few hours, lover boy," Lisa said. "You'd better bring it because I'm feeling lucky tonight."

As soon as she was out the door, I had my arms wrapped around Scott and was telling him to fuck me.

"I came home to work on this," he pointed to the bondage furniture, "not have sex. It won't get done if we don't work on it now."

"Fuck me now and show me how to do it after and I'll stay home and work on it while you're off playing poker."

"Sounds like an offer too good to refuse," he said.

I was already unbuttoning his shirt. I wouldn't let him refuse anyway.

"Right here or would you like to adjourn to the bedroom?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"Whatever," I replied. "I'm flexible." I was already unbuckling his belt and tugging his pants down. His cock wasn't hard yet, I'd pounced too fast, but it was getting there. Why wasn't I wearing a dress and no underwear. Now I knew why it was important for slaves to be ready to fuck. I circled his prick with my mouth, wanting him erect and ready in the least amount of time. As soon as he was hard enough to put in me, I stood up, pushed my slacks and panties down and bent over one of our chairs. Scott's cock was in me in a heartbeat and I sighed when he filled me up. He started to pump slowly.

"What had you so worked up?" He asked. "I can't remember the last time I couldn't even make it to the bedroom before you attacked me."

"I've been looking at that damn thing all day long, then explaining all the functions to Lisa while she was here. I couldn't wait any longer." I moaned, "go faster."

Thank goodness, Scott took direction well and sped up. I swore I could hear my pussy sloshing as he fucked in and out. I spasmed into a climax, my sheath vibrating it was throbbing so much. Oh, baby, I prayed, let me have one more before he cums. God must have heard my prayer. He granted me two before Scott grunted and flooded my cunt worse than it was. We were both panting hard when we finished, the action sudden and heart racing. I pulled my clothes up to keep from dripping on the floor. My hot water bill was going to double with all the laundry I was doing now. I was running out of panties, but starting tomorrow, my owner wouldn't be letting me wear any. My cunt tightened again. I hoped what we were going to do would get it out of my system once and for all.

Scott took a shower and changed into his poker clothes, usually shorts or jeans and a polo shirt. Done, he showed me what else we needed to finish. He had brought some foam padding home and he showed me all the surfaces it would cover. I would apply some padding, put the leathery vinyl over it and around the wood edges and use a staple gun to staple it down to the wood on the opposite side. Essentially everywhere it would touch the slaves body, me, it would be padded. The insides of all the holes on the stocks wherever a head, wrist or ankle would go through, on the exterior of the St. Andrew's cross, and the bench like thing I'd be lying on.

We worked together on it until he had to leave for Lisa's at seven. They usually played until 11:30 before breaking up for the night. I kept working on it and finished everything about quarter to eleven. It looked pretty good. It would look a lot better when we stained and sealed it, but for raw wood, it didn't look bad. I took a shower and crawled into bed naked, waiting for Scott to show up. It would be late, considering he had to go to work early tomorrow, but perhaps I could convince him to have sex one more time before he went to sleep. I managed to convince him by telling him I'd lick his cock clean after, and I didn't lie.

******