The Interactive Bondage Museum · Part 2 (2/4)
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lock in my pocket and pulled out the pin.
“Come here, Sierra.”
She was starting to tease Martin, poking him in the sides as he fended her off with cuffed hands, laughing while doing it. It made me angry.
“Sierra!”
“What?!”
“Come here.”
She turned to me and saw the device I held. A little twinkle appeared in her eye, but it wasn’t reflected in her voice. “Fine.”
“You too, Martin. Hold her hair up.”
Martin held long black hair up in his cuffed hands. I unhinged the device and brought the large opening around her neck. It clamped shut, fitting just below the collar already on her neck, bringing the two smaller holes in front of her about two feet away.
“Wrists.”
She held her wrists up, and I put them into the small holes, symmetrically placed. They fit securely. I slipped the pin back in, took the padlock out of my pocket, and locked it in place through the hole in the pin. Her hands were now held securely away from her neck, locked in place by the solid metal device.
“That’s crazy,” Martin said.
Sierra smiled and struggled to get her hands free, with no success. “Neat. OK, now let me out.”
I took the smaller key out of my pocket and unlocked Martin’s cuffs. I grabbed another pair of cuffs off the wall and handed them to him. “Her ankles.”
“Huh?”
“Put them on her ankles.”
He took the cuffs and bent down to Sierra’s feet. She waited calmly while Martin secured each cuff around her ankle. The chain between them was short, only a couple of inches. She would need to hobble to walk. She took a few tentative steps and almost lost her balance. I caught her by her the back of her neck and kept her from falling.
“Ouch. Stop it, Ada.”
“I’m in charge, Sierra. You do what I say.”
“Jeez, we’re just having fun. What’s the -”
I yanked back on her hair, pulling her head back. Her hands grasped and tried to move to stop me, but they were held securely. She yelped in pain.
“I said, I’m in charge. You don’t cuff anyone. You don’t complain. I tell you what to do. Understand?”
“Ow, OK.”
“Say, ‘I understand, Ada.’”
“I get it, I get – OUCH.” I pulled her hair tightly again, balled up in my fist. She struggled to maintain balance with her locked ankles, but I held her up. “I understand, Ada.”
I let her go. She regained her footing and went quiet, but her face seethed with anger. I looked to Martin. He had been standing by, dumb-founded. He obviously didn’t know what to think about my sudden change of mood.
“Now,” I said and walked to the wall. I looked along the wall and selected a small device that fit into my palm. It had two small holes with ratcheted hinges. One edge of the inner hole was jagged with small blunt teeth. I immediately guessed what it was for. “Your hands, Martin.”
“That looks like it hurts,” he said.
“Your hands,” I said again. He passively held his hands out as if I were about to cuff him. He was confused when I grabbed one of this thumbs and locked the device around it. I locked his other thumb in, and his hands were held close together by the bases of his thumbs now. It was a devious little device. It took so little to immobilize someone. “Does it hurt?”
He jiggled his thumbs around. “No, not really.”
“Hmm,” I said as I looked over the situation. I unlocked one side with the small key. “Turn around.” He put his back to me. I took his hands behind him and secured his thumbs again. “That’s better.”
I turned him back around by his shoulders. With his hands behind his back, his chest was now pushed forward and the muscles bulged in his upper arms. He was a pretty fit guy. I wanted to feel his chest, feel the strain in his abs, but I didn’t reach out… not yet. I noticed that the bulge in his pants seemed to have become a little bigger. I wanted to touch that too. “Hmm,” I said. “I think we need something else.”
I looked along the wall and found a pair of handcuffs with a greater circumference, too big for wrists. Rather than a chain, a metal hinge held them together. I walked behind him.
“How flexible are you, Martin?”
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s see.”
I snapped one of the cuffs around his arm just above his elbow. It fit snugly. I stood up on my toes and pulled his elbows together with one arm while I snapped the cuff around his other arm. His shoulders pulled back tighter, more strained, and he let out a little groan.
“Too much?”
He twisted his torso around a bit, getting a feel for his situation. “I think it’s OK.”
I ran my hands down his arms, feeling his muscles tight against the cuffs pulling his arms together. Strange, that when I took my hands away, I could feel them shaking with excitement. I looked at Sierra, expecting to see anger and frustration in her face, but instead she was biting her lip and watching Martin and me with undisguised lust. I went to her and put my hand in her hair, not to pull it this time but to brush it softly it. I stroked loose strands above her ear and brought my hand down to her bare neck. She closed her eyes.
“Still want me to let you go?”
She shook her head.
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I didn’t hear you.”
“No,” she whispered back. “I don’t want you to let me go, Ada.”
“Good.” I leaned down to her feet. I grabbed her left ankle and said, “Lift.” She obeyed and I removed her shoe. She set her foot down. I took the other shoe off and placed them both against the wall. Then I removed her ankle cuffs and put them in my back pocket. They were too large to fit entirely, and my jeans were rather tight, so the chain and much of the metal cuff hung out.
“How about we see what’s in the next room?”
“Like this?” Martin said.
“Yes, like this.”
Martin squirmed a bit but conceded. I put a finger through a loop on Sierra’s belt loop and led her to the next door. Martin followed behind. I opened it, and we went through together.
The next room was larger and square, and the atmosphere was less clinical. The feel was dingier, with gray slab concrete for walls and rough wooden floors. This looked like it could be someone's basement, except instead of a hot water heater and laundry machines, there were several very different sort of devices, five in all, arranged in a circle. Each had a small pedestal in front of it with a placard. The orientations of each were different, and a few had very obvious uses: the table with straps and a pulley, the large ‘X’. The three others were less obvious.
"Wow," Sierra said under her breath.
"Ow, this is starting to hurt," Martin said, squirming uncomfortably with his elbows cuffed.
"Alright, I'll let you out," I said and pulled out the cuff key. "But that means you're first."
"First for what?"
"One of these."
Martin looked them over. "Do I get to pick?"
"You do not. Turn around."
I undid the thumbcuffs first, then the cuffs holding his elbows. He brought his arms around and rubbed his forearms. "What now?"
"Hm." I walked in front of each device, glancing at each placard. There were tiny pictures with text explaining how to use each device. I picked one. It was the simplest. I figured we'd start small. "Come here."
He obediently came over to me. "Are we really doing this?"
"We really are. Go on. Stand in front of it, facing me."
He obeyed. The device was a large, upright X, with various straps hanging off of it. I took one of his arms and put it against the upper right of the X. The first strap fit around his wrist. I pulled it tight and closed the buckle. The next fit just below his elbow, and when it was closed, he couldn't even bend his arm. I took his other arm and strapped it down to the left side, passing my hands over his strained arm muscles when I was done.
"Well, you got me," he said.
"We're not done."
I took his right leg and buckled it to the lower right side, first by the ankle, then just above his knee. He resisted me pulling his other leg.
"Ada, come on. Leave me a leg at least."
"Martin, we're going to do this right."
"I feel like I'm gonna fall if you take that one."
"You won't. You're strapped in."
"Just –"
Before he let another word out, I kneed him against his thigh and forced his leg out from under him. His torso came down a bit, but the straps holding his arms and leg kept him from shifting far. "See? You won't fall." I strapped his other leg in as well. When I was done, I stood back. "How's that?"
"Secure."
"Is that all?"
"What do you mean?"
"Seems like…" I stepped forward and reached my hand down to the bulge in his pants. "Seems like there's something more going on. How does it feel?"
"Ada! What are you doing?"
"What I want to do." I felt his cock getting harder through his jeans. I gripped the outline of his shaft lightly. "So how's that?"
"Tight," he said, closing his eyes for a moment as I stroked the outside of his jeans. "Good."
"Good. It's Sierra's turn."
"Now," I said as I walked back to her, "since you've been nice and quiet, I'll let you choose which one you want to do."
Sierra looked like a kid in a candy store when I said that. She paced in front of each device, still secured neck to wrists in the strict metal cuffs. Finally, she chose. "This one."
"This one, what?"
"This one, please, Ada. I'd like to do this one, Ada."
"Alright. Lay down."
She had chosen a wooden, flat bed, with leather cuffs on ropes at the top and bottom and a large winch at the top of the platform. I knew what this was: a rack. I didn't know much about torture devices, but I had seen this one in a couple movies. I knew how this would work.
She sat down at the middle of the hard bed. Her neck and hands were still locked in the metal device. I grabbed the middle of it, the metal separating her neck and wrists, and twisted her around roughly towards the top of the bed. She took a sharp breath as I did it, as much as she could breathe in the corset that confined her torso. Her feet came to the bottom end. First, I secured each of her ankles into the leather cuffs at the bottom. I didn’t want her loose when I took off the metal device. I took the key out of my back pocket and removed the padlock. I unhinged the device and removed it. I set it aside.
"Up," I said as I took her wrists above her head. She was compliant. I cuffed each one in a leather cuff attached to a rope. The platform was very long, especially for Sierra's short little body, but the slack on the ropes to each cuff was still very loose. I knew how to fix that. There was a large, four-pronged lever at the top, with a ratcheted notch that kept the large cylinder overhead from going back in one direction. I pushed the lever a half-rotation, and Sierra's hands went a little more over her head as the ropes were pulled up. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes, Ada."
"I wonder why you would choose this thing." I rotated the lever another half-turn, and her arms were pulled up a little more, but not tight yet. "Why don't you tell me?"
"I don't know."
I turned the lever a full rotation. Her elbows straightened out. "You don't know, what?"
"I don't know, Ada."
"I think you do." I turned the lever again, and her body was dragged towards the pulley. "What about this did you think you'd like?"
"I thought…"
"What did you think?"
"I thought this would make me really helpless. And hurt a little bit."
I pulled the lever more. Her body lifted up more, and her knees straightened out. "You want to be helpless?"
"Yes, Ada."
When I pulled the lever again, her ankles spread a bit as her legs were forced towards where the ropes were secure at the bottom of the platform. "You want to hurt a little bit?"
"Yes, Ada."
I turned again. Her shoulders went tight against her bonds, her chest pushing up, and she gasped. "Just a little bit?"
"Maybe more, Ada."
I turned the lever slowly, with each little bit clicking the ratchet onto its next notch, until Ada's body looked nice and tight against her bonds. "Does that hurt a little bit, Sierra?"
She bit her lip and nodded.
I moved to her side and leaned down next to her ear. "Look," I said and nodded towards Martin. "He's watching," I said quietly. He was too far away to hear.
"I see, Ada."
"What do you think he's thinking about?"
"I don't know, Ada."
"Maybe he's thinking about these tiny breasts of yours." I reached a hand onto her chest and felt her stretched torso, easing my way up to her tits stretched tightly against her chest. There wasn't much to feel. Mine were bigger. I could feel the metal of her nipple piercing, felt like a small barbell. After a few moments, I teased out some hardness from her nipple, which had already been poking through her shirt. She moaned as I pinched it. "Maybe he wants to touch them."
"Oh, Ada."
"’Oh, Ada?’ You've been wanting his cock ever since we set off on this trip. Haven't you?"
She shook her head. I pinched her nipple harder and she yelped.
"Haven't you?"
"Yes, Ada. I'm sorry."
I moved my hand to her other tit and teased out her nipple there. This one was pierced too. "Why are you sorry?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know why you're sorry?"
"No, Ada."
"I think you do."
I leaned over and push my mouth against hers. We met in a long, wet kiss, messy and dirty, as I pinched her nipple harder and she moaned into my mouth. Her tongue was responsive and eager. I kept one eye on Martin at the other side of the room. I could see he was breathing harder. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and brought my hand down to her pussy and gripped it over her skirt. She let out a short gasp. I stopped kissing her and took my tongue to her ear and licked it up and down. "Why are you sorry?" I whispered.
"Because I know you want him too."
"Maybe he doesn't want either of us. He hasn’t made a move on you, has he?"
"No, Ada."
"How about we both take him?"
"I didn't know you were like this."
I thought to myself, "I didn't know either." And yet here I was, with Sierra's crotch in my hands and my own pussy getting wet. I didn't know either.
I walked away from Sierra’s tautly pulled body. I wanted to let her sweat a bit – or drip, more likely. I examined the three other machines in the room in turn. The first was only about waist height, in the shape of one of those wooden horses I've seen in tool sheds, except the top of this horse was covered in padding, and on each side towards the bottom were a pair of cuffs. I didn't need to see the plaque to know how this one was used either. It would offer free rein to anyone's ass who was bent over it, and I thought about if I'd want Martin or Sierra on it first. The next piece was a large wheel with various straps covering it. I gave it a little whirl, and it spun easily. Might be fun.
But the piece that really caught my eye looked like a standing metal statue. As I approached it, the complexity of the device deepened as I saw all the knobs and levers and panels attached to it. This was the real centerpiece of the room. Beside the statue was a table with various metal objects of no immediately discernible use. Also on the table was a selection of small padlocks. I took a look at the plaque; I needed directions on this one. There was a picture of a person next to it along with concise instructions on what to adjust. Then the next panel had the device open from hinges on the side and the person stepping into it.
The rest of the directions showed the various uses for the devices on the table. I took a look at Martin, still bound against the cross, and sized him up. I twisted the knob on the back of the neck of the device, and the head of the device came down an inch. I turned another knob lower down, and the torso extended a couple of inches. Two more knobs adjusted the legs above and below the knees. When I thought I had it right, I took a step back and compared Martin to the new configuration.
“Looks about right.”
“For what?” Martin said. He had been watching me carefully.
I smiled wide as I went to Martin and put my hand on his chest. “Trust me.” I undid the straps on his legs and arms and led him by the hand to the metal statue.
“Ada, I don’t know about this.”
“I do.” I undid a hasp on the side of the device and pulled. The front of the statue opened up like a clam, revealing a hollow that I hoped would fit Martin’s body perfectly. I had judged well. “Go on.”
“In that thing?”
“You do trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“So go on.”
He hesitated. “You’ll let me out if this is weird.”
“Of course,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I was lying or not.
He stepped in, back first. I helped him line up his arms and legs and head. I had got it perfect.
“OK, pull in,” I said. “You don’t want it to pinch.”
He held his breath and pulled his body back. I swung the front of the statue closed. His body fit just right. To get it shut entirely, I had to push just a little. I felt the resistance of his flesh as I pulled against the upper hasp and shut him in securely. I secured two more hasps below that, one at the waist and one at the knee. It took a couple of the padlocks and locked the hasps in place, one by one. With each click, that feeling inside me grew, what ever it was. Something strong. Something deep and primal.
Once I was done, Martin was entirely gone except for his hands, which came out of openings at the end of the metal arms pinned against his side.
“Ada?” His voice was muffled from inside the metal mask.
There were two panels on the front of the head, each hinged. I opened the upper one, a long slot that revealed his eyes, and then the bottom one, a round hole that revealed most of his mouth. “Yes?”
“Did you just lock me in?”
“Yes. Are you comfortable?”
He made a couple grunting noises, trying to move around. I could tell his motion was severely limited. His hands clasped and unclasped as he struggled. “I guess so, but…”
“But what?”
“I don’t know. What are we doing?”
I stepped back and admired the device, newly charged with its inhabitant. Another panel on the front of the device interested me. I walked back to Sierra. She was breathing heavily on the rack.
“Had enough?”
She shook her head.
“No? Good girl.” I stroked her cheek, and she responded by pulling her face towards my hand affectionately. “Well, you need to help me, so we’re going to let you out for now.”
“Yes, Ada.”
I let the ratchet on the crank loose, and Ada’s body relaxed back into the platform with an audible sigh. I loosened her wrists and ankles from their bonds and helped her off the table. “Follow me.”
We went back to Martin’s immobile form. I undid a small clasp on the front of the metal form and opened a new panel, this one revealing the bulge in his pants. It pushed out a bit through the new hole, and I watched Sierra’s eyes get wider and her breathing deepen.
“Does that excite you, Sierra?”
She nodded.
“So pull it out.”
“Yes, Ada.”
Sierra kneeled in front of the steel statue. She had to reach into the hole a little bit to reach the zipper just out of reach.
“Hey,” he said, “what are you doing down there?”
“Martin, be quiet,” I said.
“Quiet? What are you doing?”
“I won’t ask again.”
“Ada, let me out. This is uncomfortable.”
“Jesus.” I pulled a device off of the table beside the metal case. It looked like a short, hard, rubber dildo attached to a curved sheet of metal. “Open your mouth.”
“What for?”
I pushed Sierra’s hand out of the way and reached into the panel below. I gave Martin’s balls a good squeeze. He opened his mouth in pain, and I shoved the dildo into the round hole where his mouth was visible. His eyes got suddenly large as the rubber cock found its way into his mouth. The metal panel fit perfectly over the hole, with two hasps on either side, which I fastened quickly. The dildo was now firmly in place inside his mouth, and his complaints became muffled and angry within the iron mask. I picked up two more small padlocks from the table and secured the gag.
“Continue, Sierra.”
She had already pulled his zipper down. She reached into his underwear and pulled them down as well. Martin’s hard cock sprung out of the hole like a jack in the box. Sierra pulled away in surprise and pleasure. I had only seen a few penises in my life up to this point. This one looked nice to me, more girthy than the ones I’d seen so far. The veins were prominent, and its cap was rigid and defied the muffled complaints from its owner. Obviously, his cock had something different in mind than getting out of its current situation.
“You know what to do, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ada.”
“So get to it.”
Sierra started by grabbing the cock by its base in one of her hands.
“No, not like that. Only your mouth.”
She pulled her hands away. She started anew by licking the tip. The cock responded immediately, seeming to reach forward towards the newfound wetness of her writhing tongue. She grinned and advanced farther. She swallowed the cap of his penis her mouth and gave it a good suck. Martin’s hands balled up into fists by his side. She reached down to touch herself between her legs.
“Sierra, you’re not learning.”
She stopped blowing his cock. “What did I do?”
“Keep going.”
She resumed. I pulled her hands roughly behind her. I pulled the cuffs that I had put in my pocket out and secured her wrists. This seemed to motivated her more, and she swallowed more of the cock into her throat, about half its length.
“Don’t take that cock out of your mouth until I tell you. You keep doing that, but don’t let him cum. And no more touching yourself unless I say so. Do you understand?”
Sierra mumbled understanding around the engorged penis in her mouth.
“Good. I’m going to make some adjustments.”
I walked around the metal statue, caressing bits of it. The thought that Martin was trapped inside turned me on tremendously. I controlled him completely. I ran my hands over the metal like I had run my hands over the few lovers I had had in the past, feeling every hasp, lock, and knob on the large device. My fingers wanted to use them all.
The first thing I did was secure the eye panel back in place, plunging Martin’s internal world back into darkness. He tried to complain, but the noises were lost inside the metal statue, mixed in with the moans of pleasure from Sierra sucking his dick. I grabbed a metal ball from the table. It was
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