The Workshop

Rebecca had gone until the ripe old age of 27 without a car. She couldn't afford one, and didn't need one. Now, at thirty, she adored her little Volkswagen Beetle, and savored the road trips she took with it, but for around town it was still walk, bike or occasionally skateboard. A fit, attractive thirty year old woman who could handle a skateboard was too sexy an image for her to pass up.

It was her bike that took her to the farmers market on the day she discovered her neighbor's shop, a lovely spring day and the vendors had too much good stuff to offer. As a result she bought more than one should attempt to transport by bicycle. Nonetheless, bags hanging from the handlebars, and pushing the limits of the baskets over the rear wheel, she made her way, cautiously toward home.

As she reached her door, she managed, barely, to come to a stop and to step off of the bike without a spill. Glen, the attractive older man who lived next door walked out to say hello. He'd been working in his garage, as he did every weekend and most weeknights. Glen was friendly, but always he came to her, even if he saw her or Paul, her husband heading toward him as he worked with his garage door open, he'd rush to catch them before they made it halfway up the driveway. Rebecca and Paul accepted that Glen kept his shop to himself. Hell they had plenty of secrets of their own, who were they to begrudge their neighbor his need for a bit of privacy?

"Hey Rebecca, how ya doin'? Looks like a trip to the farmer's market eh?" He greeted her as she maneuvered bags in her arms.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I over shopped a bit though."

Glen took notice of the many bags and jumped to give Rebecca a hand. "Can I help you get these in the house?"

"Oh, sure... yes, that would be great. Thanks Glen." and she led him through the door, not stopping to think about what might be sitting out from the night before. Glen set two bags of groceries on the table, right next to a corset, black mask, electric blue wig and a whip left out after a party that turned out to be a bit of a dud. He nearly tripped over the ridiculously high heeled boots sitting on the floor. As he set the fruits and vegetables next to the leather Glen looked at Rebecca in time to see her turning red.

"I, uh, heh heh..." a nervous chuckle was the most she could muster, adding to her embarrassment. Not as bad as her mom finding her vibrator when she was 19 and home for a weekend, but one of the more embarrassing moments she'd had in a while. Rebecca tended to keep her and Paul's "other" life hidden from neighbors, co-workers and even some of their oldest friends. It's not that she was ashamed of the fetishes that they indulged in, if anything she was quite proud of their active and exciting sex life. It's just that she didn't want it to be her entire life and identity. She'd enjoyed having friend outside of the fetish scene. The club life was a special treat. It wasn't how she made her living nor did it define her. It was simply how she found her thrills and added some spice to her week.

"Hey, Rebecca, don't.... I'm one to...." Glen looked for the right words. "Here, catch." and with this he tossed her something from pocket of the shop apron he was wearing. It was a leather cuff. Not finished, but it had a loop and silver ring. It was clearly a wrist cuff, and it wouldn't be of use for much outside of restraining someone.

Rebecca examined the bondage toy in her hands. "Glen, you work in leather?"

"It's actually imitation. I am tapping a specialized segment of a specialized market; Vegan bondage gear. I sell at parties and on line. It doesn't pay the bills but at least my hobby pays for itself."

He'd certainly made her feel better about what he'd seen. She was wondering if all of her neighbors were secretly sneaking off to the same parties as her. She hoped not. There were folks she didn't need to see strapped into a latex body suit. Glen had not only admitted to making bondage gear, his "hobby pays for itself" comment made it clear he was into using his product as well. Rebecca looked at Glen. He was in his mid forties, in great shape and at the moment she couldn't help but swoon as he stood in shorts, shop apron and a tank top. The outfit looked much sexier now that she held his home made wrist restraint in her hand.

"Thanks Glen." She said a bit sheepishly.

"Sure. I'm actually relieved. I figured my neighbors must wonder what I get up to in that shop of mine and what they imagine is likely to be horrendous." he said with a laugh.

Rebecca returned the laugh, and the piece of leather. "I know just what you mean. I'm sure I've been noticed leaving the house in my long coat and wig case."

"Amazingly enough; I never gave it a second thought."

"Hey, can I pour you a cup of coffee?"

"Actually, I got an order to get out this week so I'd better get back, but you and Paul come on by and check out the shop later."

"Sure." She walked him to the door and said a not too awkward goodbye. Then, giggling to herself, she made some coffee and went to wake up her husband who had indulged enough in his one day a week of sleeping in. She couldn't wait to tell him about her morning.

Rebecca and Paul were aware of stepping past the halfway point in Glen's driveway. They were past the point at which Paul would normally stop them with a warm smile, wiping his hands and ready for friendly neighborly banter. Now they were being greeted from inside the garage and invited to enter.

"Hi Rebecca. Hey Paul. What's new?"

Glen gave the, at first shy, couple a tour of his shop, and their shyness faded quickly. He did beautiful work and it went beyond wrist restraints, collars and harnesses. Further into his workshop, not visible from the driveway, he had racks, benches, and all manner of dungeon gear.

"And none of this actual leather?" Paul asked, running his hand across a bench, straps and tethers in all the right places.

"Nope, it's all one hundred percent man made material, so everyone can join in the fun."

"Well it's great. You do good work." Paul was impressed.

"It's fantastic Glen." Rebecca was admiring an upright tube with restraints in side and holes just big enough for a hand to pass through.

"Thanks. Go ahead and slide your hand in there. The inside is all lined and cushioned." Glen invited Rebecca to get a better look. "The tubes are something new I'm working on. Once strapped inside the lucky man or woman would be groped and pet all night with no need for hellos, or even eye contact. Of course you'd probably want someone trustworthy stationed outside the tube to make sure that everyone behaved themselves. Even at the best parties, you can't to be careful."

"This is true. I'm surprised we haven't run into you at any parties."

"Do you wear that blue wig often?"

"Almost always. The blue one or a pink one."

"I think I have seen you around; last month, The Full Moon Ball."

And now Rebecca was blushing again. She'd been particularly extravagant at The Full Moon Ball, allowing herself to be tied to a post and pinched, spanked and teased by two beautiful women in matching blue latex girdles, one of whom followed the intense bout of teasing later in the evening with an expert hand up Rebecca's skirt. She came in a not too private corner of the main room, as the crowd paid attention to a young man who followed Rebecca in being tied to the post.

"I brought the posts. They were very easy to make." Glen was business like and matter of fact and the flush in Rebecca's face subsided, but the warmth between her legs stayed with her.

As they arrived back at their house Rebecca climbed directly onto the coffee table, before Paul had even closed the front door her hand was down the front of her jeans, inside her panties.

"I take it you liked Glen's toys?" Paul teased.

"Come here and fuck me." Rebecca insisted.

Paul instead knelt by the coffee table and pushed up her t-shirt. He ran his hand from her lower stomach, over her belly over her breasts. He tugged on her nipples and kissed her mouth as she pushed her jeans further down her thighs and continued to work her fingers up and down from her vagina to her clitoris and back again. Paul kissed her deep now and she kissed back hungrily, biting at his lips and flicking her tongue over his. She moved her hands out of his way as he slid a finger between the lips of her pussy, sliding over the smooth slickness of her and entering her. She gasped as he fucked her with his middle finger while his other fingers held her lips open and apart.

Her hands now free found Paul's zipper. She freed his hard cock and took him in her mouth. She felt sexy and exposed spread out on the low table and she couldn't help thinking of Glen's benches and then of Glen. She started to cum and she imagined Glen watching. Her orgasms came in waves, and in between she stroked and sucked intensely on Paul's cock. He could feel her coming and would now allow himself cum as well. She tasted his warm, salty come hit her tongue and she pushed his cock all the way into her mouth. She clapped her thighs together, Paul's finger now held still inside her, the palm against her clit and she came one last sharp time.

Over dinner that night Paul mentioned that he might show Glen some of the toys he had made and still blissed out from the romp on the coffee table Rebecca thought that this sounded delightful.

A week had passed and Rebecca and Paul's relationship with their neighbor had gone back to friendly waves as they came and went. Rebecca said hello to Glen now as she went about tending the small garden plot in front of her porch. Paul brought her a glass of water and, carrying her skateboard bag he headed over to Glen's place.

Rebecca looked up with interest and then realized Paul had dragged out his homemade bondage toys to show to Glen. She decided the gardening could wait and she joined her husband.

"This is simple but it works great." Paul pulled out a closet dowel cut short and with metal loops screwed into each end. "You can attach this to a pair of ankle cuffs, or use some rope and it holds the legs apart or across the shoulders bringing the wrists up and over to opposite ends to leave the body exposed."

Paul was careful to speak in vague terms, but as he spoke Rebecca couldn't help but be acutely aware of the fact they all knew it was her that Paul had designed this for. It was her legs that had been held apart, her wrists that were pulled up and behind her head, her nipples that had had his homemade clamps applied to them, the very clamps he was now pulling out the bag. "And these actually work on the labia too, they're gentle, but they grip firm and stay in place." That was of course her labia, the very same labia that were now swollen.

When Paul had laid a good half dozen of his little inventions across a high black bench Glen was full of enthusiasm. "Paul, these are great. You should work with me on making some more of these. We'll just clean 'em up a bit, add some flourish. I think I could sell these. Rebecca what do you think?"

What did she think? Well, yeah Glen, I've had several screaming orgasms after a night with these toys. Hell yes every couple should purchase a set of their own. She smiled, nodded her head, and answered, "Yep."

"Hey, I was just about to pour some wine, would you guys join me."

"Sure." Paul answered for them. "Rebecca?"

"Yeah. Sounds great." She was really showing her vocabulary skills tonight. Glen brought out the wine and he and Paul discussed how their devices might be used together. Of course it was all theoretical. Would this work with that? Could a body bend that way?

Paul knew Rebecca well, and knew that her being so quiet meant she was either unhappy or that she was becoming turned on in a situation where she hadn't had a chance to find out what was permitted. He flashed her a smile and the smile he got back let him know she was okay with being here, sharing wine and discussing bondage toys. The truth is she was getting hotter by the minute as the two men discussed the many ways they might tie her up. Of course they weren't discussing her, specifically, anymore but she was happy to let that feeling linger.

She swallowed hard, and stepped forward. Her face was warm as she forced herself to speak. "Would you like to try some of these out?" Incomprehension stared back at her.

"On me?"

"Oh, yeah. Yes. Yeah." Paul stammered.

"Yeah, Rebecca, sure. That would be great." Glen chimed in, oh so professionally.

It had been so very difficult to get the words out, to come on to these two men, to propose that they tie her up and have their way, every which way, with her, and now they were both assuming, that she meant it in a nonsexual, business sort of way. They were afraid to assume anything else so they figured she'd politely bend this way and that, let them measure her here and there. She hadn't pushed those words up her dry throat and out her reluctant lips for nothing. She would clue in the clueless men.

Rebecca slipped of her white deck shoes. She looked at Paul as she unbuttoned her white shorts and slid them slowly over her ass, revealing her white cotton panties. She looked at Glen as she pulled off her t-shirt. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra for working in the garden, and her nipples were rigid with the excitement of being watched as she prepared for god knew what. She focused her gaze on herself as she slid her panties slowly down her legs and then stepped out of them. She stood there, nude. Her pubic hair trimmed to a small triangle leading into a narrow strip of hair. Just in case the men still somehow missed her intentions she stepped toward them, strutted really and placed one hand on each of their cocks, both of which were now rock hard and straining to be free.

"Let me get the door." Glen made for the door as Paul gave Rebecca a surprised look. Rebecca smiled and he smiled back. She squeezed his cock and his smile turned to a look of pleasure and longing.

Glen went right to work. Let's get you dressed here Rebecca. He grabbed a duffle bag full of restraints. He tossed a couple of pieces to Paul and then went about fastening a collar around Rebecca's neck that would force her to keep her head up. She could not look down and watch as he fastened a cuff around her wrist. He ran his hand slowly down her leg to her ankle where he fastened another cuff. Paul was handling the right wrist and ankle and he slid he hand up the inside of her leg and felt the wetness of her pussy before stepping back to wait for Glen's direction. It was unspoken but accepted that Glen would lead this experience. It was his workshop after all and only fair that he should be its master.

Glen fixed a mask over Rebecca's eyes. She felt like Cat Woman and she smiled. Phil placed a thumb on her bottom lip. "Such a beautiful mouth, I can't wait to see it wrapped around my cock." Her lips puffed out at the suggestion and she could feel her pussy grow wetter and warmer, her nipples stiffening. She wrapped her lips around the tip of Glen's thumb. He removed his hand, only to pinch her left nipple and then reached into his bag again and came up with a belt which he wrapped around her waist. Holding either end of the belt he pulled her toward him. He breasts were against his tight black t-shirt. He fastened the belt just above her pubic hair. Straps hung from the belt and these were soon fastened around her thighs. Glen then fastened a leash to the collar around Rebecca's neck. "Come this way." he commanded gently and lead her forward.

Rebecca was made to step up two sets and on to one of the beautiful hand crafted benches. Glen stood on one side of the bench and Paul on the other. Paul followed Glen's lead and the two men attached clips on the belt to rings on the straps around Rebecca's thighs, keeping her locked in a kneeling position. The rings on her ankle cuffs were fastened to clips on the bench and likewise her wrists. Glen gently but firmly bent her elbows, so that she came to rest on them, her chest against the bench and her ass in the air. Straps on the bench were fastened around her forearms. She was firmly held in a position to be fucked.

"Would you like to taste my cock?" Glen asked.

"Yes, master." Rebecca answered. And she meant it. She wanted so badly to have these men taking her, here and now. Every moment of waiting was excruciating.

Glen stepped to the front of the bench and Rebecca watched as he took his time removing his belt. He then unzipped his pants and maneuvered his rock hard and impressively thick cock out. "Paul, please take the belt." Glen handed the belt to Paul. He stood his cock inches from Rebecca's waiting mouth and he gave directions.

"Rebecca, I want you to suck my cock. Paul is going to smack you're ass. When he does, I want you to take it. I don't want to feel any change in the way that you suck my cock. If I do, Paul will smack you again. But if I don't, if you're able to keep sucking my cock taking a belt across your beautiful ass, well, he'll still give you another smack. But two in a row and you'll get a very sweet reward. Paul will slide his cock into your pussy. Do you understand?"

Oh God yes! She almost screamed. "Yes master."

"Good." And Glen stepped forward, the tip of his cock touching Rebecca's lips. She kissed the head and then she circled her tongue around it. She licked the bottom, where she knew he'd be sensitive. Glen stepped forward and his cock entered her mouth. He was taking his time. She was held firmly in place, his collar brilliantly allowing her to tilt her head up but not in any other direction. She was fastened firmly to the bed and even tied to herself. She sucked at his cock and found herself longing for more of it as if she had a g spot hidden somewhere toward the back of her throat. Glen slid his cock in and out of her mouth slowly. She lost herself in loving his cock, licking it gently, sucking, kissing, and she forgot all about the belt.

It came down hard across both cheeks. If she did not have such a full round ass it would have stung her swollen cunt as well. She felt her head jerk and her teeth bump against Glen's cock. He amazingly did not flinch. Her pussy ached with a need to be touched, to be filled, as the blood rushed to her ass. She wanted to purr, to gasp, to beg for more, but she'd responded to strongly already.

"Well, it seems you'll be needing another smack." Glen hadn't needed to tell her, she knew, but she could hear in his voice that he was fine, and in fact he fucked her mouth with greater enthusiasm. The little bit of a bite seemed to have turned him on more. She nibbled lightly at his cock and felt him respond. He held his cock still and she pressed her teeth down on his flesh. He continued to hold still and placed his hands on her head. She took this as a cue to press a bit harder, and she felt him shiver, his breath quickening. Glen returned to sliding in and out of her mouth and she experimented with putting her teeth into the mix, listening for Glen's amazingly subtle response when she was getting him good. She bit him hardest of all when the strap again came down across her ass, this time close to her thighs.

It stung, but it further intensified the heat in her cunt. She wanted Paul's cock in her and she wanted it now. Glen didn't say a word and she went about sucking his cock in her usual experienced way. She would not lose herself again. But waiting for the smack was almost worse. She felt herself staining not to flinch just from anticipation. Her two lovers did not make her wait as long this time. The smack came quickly, and again she flinched. The resulting smack came only seconds later, as did another unintentional bite to Glen's ever stiffening cock. He gripped her hair and slid his cock to the back of her mouth now and back out swiftly. He knew just how far he could go comfortably. Rebecca fell into the rhythm and finally took a good hard smack while continuing to suck smoothly and consistently. Proud of herself she rolled her tongue around the dick in her mouth and then bit it again as the belt slapped across her thighs. She must have taken a good five or six more slaps, she lost count, by the time she finally managed to take two in a row without flinching, biting, or otherwise showing any sign of the pain and pleasure in her ass and hips and thighs.