Queening Chair, Switching & Wet Fun

Please Note: Both Roger and Jessica find playing with body fluids (really all of them) intensely erotic and a delightful part of intimacy. If that offends you please just skip to the next story. If you read this and like it I would love to know your thoughts. Plus a plug for queening chairs. Whatever your sexual preferences are they are the most useful fun erotic device ever invented.

"Open your mouth" said Roger, and almost instantly Jessica's mouth was gaping wide with her head tilted back and her bright green eyes shining with joy.

She was sitting on their favorite chair. Often he had sat where she was right now but her work stresses and a bit of discord with family members outside our home had been mounting lately and she needed the beautiful release of temporarily relinquishing all control.

It was a home-made and quite versatile queening chair, though that term never quite felt right, for the chair was a place of varied delights and reciprocal wonders. Made of leather and wood it was well contoured to her ass and hips but with a large area entirely open in the middle so the weight of her naked body caused her rectum and labia to be stretched open and pushed out beneath the chair quite beautifully.

The underside was open enough to comfortably fit his head resting on a pillow with truly amazing access to her vagina and rectum. In that position cunnilingus and analingus entered a whole new world of pleasure for both of them.

Either of them could sit on the chair quite comfortably for delightfully long periods. Roger could get so beautifully deep inside her that those wet sloshy wonderlands of vagina or ass felt almost like he was kissing her from the inside out. Often he would tell her to push out and she would unfurl around his mouth with her pussy or ass in a way that was a paradise of depth and wet bonding for them both.

Roger liked that when under the chair he could swallow all the gorgeous wetness of her arousal and release. Sometimes when her orgasms were particularly strong there would not only be the soaking wet of her arousal and the squirting of her g-spot climax but in her loss of control she would piss or fart.

This always excited him.Sometimes they would quite deliberately make her bladder very, very full before they started playing so at some point while on the chair the desire to climax and the desire to cum got beautifully interfused.

Thankfully he liked swallowing her enough that the first three large gulps were pleasure and the desire to have her warmth and wet flood inside of him carried him through the others. Unless, of course, she had eaten asparagus and that would make swallowing her pee a physical discomfort compensated only by the pleasure of obedience.  

Often she would lay underneath to "rim" him while he masturbated (or didn't) though "rim," like "queening chair," seemed to both of them a totally unsatisfactory word. I mean truly, does anyone really just "rim" their partner's rectum without joyfully exploring the wonders inside? 

They both adored their mouth-in-ass play, especially when sufficient time and fingers and saliva are used to gradually relax the the anal canal so a mouth can get so beautifully deep inside creating a kind of paradise of warm wetness and inside-out bonding whichever way they played it. 

When it's that loose the words "push out" became quite magical. Having ones lover literally unfurl a bit around your tongue and lips and mouth is a sweet, intimate and bonding pleasure like no other. Sublime interfusion. Sometimes he would raise the heat of the thing by using his mouth to squirt saliva into her ass or when it was very relaxed use two fingers to open a sort of cavern inside and make a seal with his lips against the sloshy exterior of her anus blowing air into her. This would almost always result in a wondrously long  expulsion of farting as she lost control during orgasm.

He loved her loss of control and she loved the feeling of merging climax with release in any way she could. But today was about D/s and the relief of relinquishing control. She needed it badly and they both knew it.

Their playroom right now was their converted garage. Sex could get as messy as they wanted and clean up was minimal. Plus, when they entertained not everyone would appreciate their explanation of the oversized queening chair in the main part of the house.

The cobalt greenish blue of the walls and dark wood floor floors and the large comfortable red sofa against one wall gave the converted garage a quite comfortable but rather minimal feel.  Twelve recessed ceiling lights on a dimmer meant the room could go from floodlight bright to candlelight flickering at the twist of a knob.

The bareness of the room was in stark contrast to the rich tones and plush furnishings of the rest of the house where striking lighting, art and photographs on the walls, and many bookshelves, created a sense of artistry and comfort. 

By the time he had instructed her to open her mouth she was already in sub land and since he didn't include anything about swallowing when he sat back on the sofa he took great pleasure at the lake of saliva slowly puddling in her gaping and upturned mouth.

Just an hour earlier they had been face-to-face, sharing a relaxed and enjoyable lunch. But she had known something was up when, again and again, he would refill her glass with ice water and insist she drink it down.

Now as she sat on the chair, head back, mouth open and pooling with saliva and her distended bladder throbbing for release she felt her whole insides churn. Of course, she thought, he must have been planning this the day when he made a meal with exclusively high fiber foods.

The bloating with water had loosened everything and now the churning of her stomach and intestines intensified to a growling she was sure he could hear.Amidst the competing rumblings, and churnings and pressures and ache to release of her bladder, intestines and mouth she scrambled for a moment to regain some control. Don't leak. Don't fidget. Don't get aroused. But it was all hopeless. She literally had zero control, zero say in the matter and that temporary freedom from choice was like a drug to her: a sublime relinquishing that she felt in her heart and soul and dampening pussy. She could feel it in her nipples and the clench of her toes against the cool wood of the floor.

He turned the lights all the way up and walked over to inspect her. She knew he loved doing this and felt marked from the inside out by the cool intensity of his hunger and cherishing. He reached under the chair stroking her swollen and wide-spread anus. He then put his fingers in her saliva filled mouth soaking them and gagging her a bit so the saliva flood flowed quicker. Ample spit splashed from her mouth spilling over her breasts and she could feel his eyes tracing the rivulets spilling downward until finally falling they made small puddles upon the floor.

With soaked fingers he pushes gently into her swollen rectum, its sloshy lubrication letting one, then two, then three, then four fingers slide in deeply almost effortlessly, but still with a blissfully violated feeling of being filled and overfilled. And being ass filled while her intestines churned was a bit like getting fucked from the inside-out as well as from the outside-in at the same time.

She half thought when he removed his fingers a gallon of shit would pour out of her but instead his four fingers slid easily outward again finding the depths of her mouth. This time his fingers explored the curves and valleys of her inward mouth, tracing teeth, and cheeks, and tongue all the while moving backward to that place of gagging.

Though it wasn't particularly strong she could smell and taste the trace of her shit on his fingers and the pool of saliva in her mouth began to take on an acrid taste which grew considerably more intense as he kept repeating the cycle from ass to mouth.

"Keep your mouth open" he repeated, plunging so deep this time there were tiny flecks of shit on his fingers.

In her state she didn't mind a bit yet her body did and in a moment she gagged, involuntary spewing the pool of her now slightly brown tinged saliva onto the floor.

In a flash he was standing before her straddling the chair. His thick cock quickly out of his pants was inflamed and throbbing. His hands held her hair firmly as he started fucking her mouth deeply in a marking, claiming, hungry and taking way. She felt so utterly free. Used, taken, marked.

It was if her whole being coalesced not on her deeply fucked mouth and throat but on the cock that thrust-fucked into its sloshy depths. She disappeared into his hunger and felt her labia flooding with heat and wet as his hand reached down to her, pressing into her and moving in and out mirroring the motions of his cock, caressing both g-spot and clit with every four fingered thrust. 

Her own climaxes had always flooded him with waves of pleasure so intense he almost always climaxed too, regardless of what precisely they were doing and as she started up-bucking to meet his hand and tumbled over that magical edge he exploded with wave after wave into cum and rapture into her open throat. 

Paradise, but not quite enough she thought, as traces of her worries pressed back into her consciousness. Degrade, degrade, degrade me she thought until her thoughts became a whisper. He looked at her with an expression of infinite tenderness and then as if an inward switch was turned he settled back into the couch. 

"I'm going to enjoy watching you clean up your mess." Looking down she saw the puddle of spewed out saliva, and also a second puddle of pee, uterine ejaculate, and the wet of her excitement that had dripped from her as his thrusting moved toward climax.

A flush of dismay flooded her as she wondered how, naked and without a towel, she could clean the two puddles.

All worry dissolved into the freeing radiance of pure accepted abjection as she realized there was only one thing to do. She got off the chair and lay face down on the hard, cool floor and began licking at the puddle under the chair.

Under the bright flooding lights and reflective walls this was such a ravishing sight his cock surged to an erection that became harder with every stroke of her tongue against the cool wet of the floor. As she licked up her own ejaculate and piss he could feel the precum of his excitement forming a glistening bead upon his cock.

He felt a growing desire to mark her with his piss and turning around aimed his stream at her, soaking her ass, her asshole and pubes and hair. His flood added to hers made a puddle so large it joined the two smaller ones into a single lake of mingled piss and cum. Writhing in pleasure under the warm flood of his liquid embrace she continued to lick the floor sucking the sloshy mixture into her mouth.

A moment later he lifted her up to her feet. Her piss-soaked hair fell in thick strands as if she had newly emerged from some dark rebirthing.

He sat her down upon the chair and again began fucking her mouth while holding her head. He backed off the intensity of fucking for a moment until his piss stream flowed out filling her mouth and throat as she eagerly gulped to keep pace with his flow.

Having spent his need to piss in her mouth he moved her onto position on the couch with her ass in the air and then pressed his throbbing cock into her rectum. "Spit now," he insisted, holding his hand under her mouth and then slathered his cock with saliva this time sliding his cock all the way into her already loosened and sloshy wet rectum.

The rhythmic thrust of his cock filling her was matched with her own inward churning and she felt herself dissolving into an utter thrust-fucked ass oblivion that reached beyond all control or restraint. The churning was fierce and soon her entire intestines and belly and bladder felt like a swollen violated mass just wanting to explode into release or rapture. She felt his cock growing still larger as he neared climax.

As he exploded, so did her intestines spewing a mixture of shit and cum onto the floor as he withdrew his cock from her deliciously filthy ass."Clean my cock" he said again turning her around to face him and she did, eagerly and obediently.

"I need your mouth in my ass so I can come again," he said in a breathy voice.

Immediately she turned her body and started tonging his asshole plunging her tongue deeply and vigorously into the pungent depths of his rectum as he stroked his own cock."Deeper" he murmered and she obliged, her mouth fucking his rectum with all the depth and intensity her plunging tongue and suckling lips could find. Once again he climaxed, deeply, violently crying out in pure joy and release at her ministrations.

He left the room for a moment returning with a squeegee and  gathered the beautiful mess into a  single mounding pond of piss and shit and gag-saliva and uterine ejaculate. He left again for an instant returning with a Hitachi magic wand and duct tape.

Affixing the ball shaped vibrator's head to her open labia with long strips of duct tape he pushed the head into her far enough that the vibrations worked her g spot as well as her clit.

"Lay down in the puddle" he said softly and she could feel the sticky wet sloshing up around her curves as her warm soft flesh pressed down upon the hard cool of the floor.

He switched the Hitachi Magic Wand on high and said "don't touch it and don't move."

And she obeyed. By her third climax all the pent-up shit and piss and uterine ejaculate had wholly spilled from her in wave after wave of that blissful interfusion of release and rapture. Spilling out her copious flooding she felt freer than she had in ages savoring the fact she could do nothing but lay there on the cool wet filthy floor and do nothing but shit and piss having absolutely no choice in the matter at all.

That afternoon back in their living room as they talked and laughed together after showering she felt as if a weight had been lifted from her heart. When she had uttered that phrase "degrade me" it was like exhaling the pent-up stresses of a month. 

Yet there was something a little too glib about her husband's attitude as if he was triumphing in a self-created symphony of depraved desires of his own designing. She had to put him back in his place, just a bit.

"I'll cook dinner tonight" she said.

It was asparagus beef and she knew after the day's activities and emptying out she would be starving. He remarked on how much water she was drinking as she devoured the dish even going back for seconds until there was not a single spear of asparagus remaining.

After the meal they watched the Film Noir classic "Kiss Me Deadly" snuggling together as she kept sipping from her water bottle. When the movie was over they retired to the bedroom. Clean comforter and clean sheets on their bed.

"Baby," she said, "I'm horny but tired, let me just fuck your mouth and get off that way. Lay down face up." 

"Let me put down towels first."

"No towels tonight, Roger. Just swallow all of me but make sure the bed stays dry."

And with bladder bursting and asparagus working its foul alchemy she straddled his mouth.

His mind flashed on all the asparagus she had eaten and how during the movie she kept drinking bottle after bottle of water. For a moment he thought of Munch's painting "The Scream." The first gulp was going to be horrible tasting: asparagus pee is a nightmare. And the second even worse, and with all she drank, what maybe ten huge gulps? 

Then Roger began to relax, first comforted, then pleasured by the deep arousal rising from his core at the knowledge he had no choice in the matter at all but to do exactly what Jessica desired.