The Interactive Bondage Museum · Part 4 (4/4)
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I picked up a piece of latex from the table. Its color matched the mask, and it had buttons on either end. I snapped it in place at a clasp beside Sierra’s brow and pulled it across her eyes, buttoning it on the other side. Her sight was gone. The latex panel fit beautifully against the mask, almost not visible.
Both blind. Both willing. Both kneeling beside each other, hooded and ready. I sat down on a bench nearby and took in the view. I reached down my pants and stroked a finger against my clit and further down. I was wetter than I thought. I didn’t need my clothes any more. I stripped down quickly and was soon naked, not that they could see it. My whole body felt like it was vibrating with sensual tension, ready to explode. But I held it in.
I walked back to Sierra, still kneeling. “You first, dear.” I helped her stand up. Her balance was a little shaky without sight. I took the leather mittens off the cart. They fit neatly over her hands, rendering her fingers useless. Each of the mittens ended in a metal ring at the fingertips, and at the wrists was a lockable strap. I pulled her arms behind her and locked the wrist straps together behind her with the same padlock. I took two wider leather cuffs from the cart and secured them each on her upper arms, just above her elbows. Then I locked those together with another padlock, pulling her elbows towards each other and thrusting her chest forward in the process.
I turned her around roughly and drew her naked body close to mine. When she felt my bare skin against hers, she moaned and pressed closer. I kissed her, deep and hard, as I fingered the piercing that ran through her clit. “Is this hard to get out?”
“No, Ada,” she said, now breathing heavily. “The ball on the left unscrews.”
“Good.”
I took the small ball at the end of the clit piercing between my fingers and unscrewed it from the barbell. I removed the piercing and immediately replaced it with the bar of a small padlock. I left it unlocked, and it hung heavily from her clit.
I took her chin in one hand and said, “Open.” She opened her mouth for me. From the cart, I took a large black ballgag. I pushed it into her mouth, slowly. She started to protest at its size. “Come on now, I know you can do it.” I pushed it further, and it sunk past her front teeth and settled into the fullness of her mouth. She was stretched wide now. “You can breathe OK?” She took a few breaths through the nose holes in her hood and mumbled assent. I buckled the straps of the ballgag behind her head and stood back to admire my work. Ballgagged, blind, and bound, with a lock hanging from her pussy. I liked the way her entire head was immobile, from her neck, her jaw, and her useless eyes under the mask. But we were just getting started.
I left her and went to Martin. His cock had lost a bit of its oomph, but I could fix that quickly enough. I helped him stand up. I took his balls in my hand and rolled them between my fingers. His knees bent a little as his cock got hard again quickly. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
“I bet you want to stick this thing in a wet pussy, don’t you?”
His cock got even harder and started to pulse up and down. “Yes.”
“Maybe I’ll let you do that, if you’re good.”
First I took his balled hands behind his neck and fastened them to a ring in the collar at the back of his neck, so that his elbows pointed straight up into the air, exposing his underarms and chest. Then I fastened a wide cuff around each of his ankles. Next, I picked up a small, hinged metal band from the cart.
“Now here’s the fun part.”
I gripped his balls again and pulled them down. With my other hand, I squeezed between his testicles and his dick and fitted the metal band around his scrotum. I was careful not to pinch as I closed it tightly around and latched it just under his erect penis. Now his testicles were set off tightly in their pouch, separated and swelled slightly with purple. I felt his balls again, and they barely moved. Now they pulsed up and down with the pumping of blood through his cock, like his penis and testicles were one unit. I looked at the gags on the cart and contemplated. I decided to leave him ungagged for now.
From the edge of the room, I reached up to one of the chains that hung down along the rails at the top of the ceiling, picking the one with just the right height. It moved smoothly as I guided the end of the chain to where Sierra stood in the middle of the room. The design was clever. As soon as there just a little tension in the chain, it would stop moving in its track overhead and be held fast. The end was about at Sierra’s eye level, which was around my shoulder level. I turned her around and grabbed the small metal loops at the end of her bondage mittens. I pulled them upwards. This startled her, and she cried out as she stumbled. But I didn’t let her fall.
I pulled her hands straight up into the air towards the chain, forcing her head down, making her spread her feet to keep her balance. I fastened the mittens to the chain with a padlock. Her shoulders were pulled taut with her upper arms, and her sizable ass was exposed below her suspended hands. I rubbed her cheeks, still a little red from the activity of the last room.
“Uncomfortable?”
She tried to nod her head, but the tall collar prevented much movement.
“We’re going to make this a little more comfortable. I’m going to give you exactly what you wanted, Sierra.”
I grabbed Martin, standing nearby and oblivious to Sierra’s predicament. I grabbed him by his stiff testicles and pulled his dick towards her ass. He was a good bit taller, and his hard cock lay against the top of her cheeks, his balls lightly caressing the crack between her cheeks. Sierra moaned in response to the feeling of his pubic hair touching her softness.
“Now, we need to make a height adjustment here, don’t you think?”
I found another chain and brought it over along the railing. I attached it to the back of Martin’s collar, leaving a good deal of slack. From the long table, I selected a long, steel bar that seemed to be about the right length, with round eyelets on each end. I locked one end to the cuff around Martin’s left ankle.
“Time to spread.”
“Huh?” Martin said.
“Your legs. Spread them.”
“I’ll fall.”
“You won’t fall. I’ve attached a chain to your collar. You won’t fall. Now spread.”
He moved each foot outward, and his cock also eased down into Sierra’s butt crack so that it stood straight up, his balls being pushed forward towards her asshole. Not low enough.
“Come on now. Legs wider. You won’t fall.”
“I don’t know if I can. I can’t hold that.”
“You won’t have to. Now do it.”
“Ada.”
My patience was up. I reached a hand to his nipple and pinched hard. He yelped, and I kept his nipple between my thumb and finger, twisted. “Farther.”
He spread his feet farther, until he was having trouble with the strength in his legs and started shaking a bit. I quickly locked the other end of the bar to his other ankle, and he was spread wide now. I had judged the chain at his neck perfectly. It had just enough tension to keep him upright. His legs shook more.
“It’s OK, Martin. Ease into it. You won’t fall.”
His body relaxed a bit, but only so much. If he let the strength completely go in his legs, the collar was too tight against his neck. It was perfect. Even under the strain, his dick was trying to find its way into Sierra’s wet pussy, though it was having a tough time of it. I could help with that.
“Now, you only do what I say, Martin. I mean it.”
He didn’t respond. I pinched his nipple again, and he yelled out.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yeah, yes. Jesus.”
“Say, ‘Yes, Ada.’”
“I heard you.”
I twisted his nipple again.
“Yes, Ada, yes, Ada! Yes, oh fuck, yes, Ada!”
I let him go. “Good.”
I stood beside Sierra’s waist, our naked hips touching, and smoothed my hands over her ass and onto Martin’s pelvis, pulling it closer. Each of them responded with a little groan of effort, but they couldn’t move far. I leaned over and felt down towards Sierra’s clit, where the open padlock still hung loose. Touching it was the tip of Martin’s cock, pulsing and desperate to find the wetness just above. I pushed it backwards, running the top of it over her wet cunt, guiding it to where it wanted to go. Martin responded, pulling back his hips in preparation. I placed the tip of his cock against Sierra’s wetness, and Martin pushed forward.
His cock slid in easily, and Sierra pulled her thighs apart and pushed back to feel all of it entering her. Martin started to pull out a little. I knew he wanted to fuck her silly, but that’s not what I had in mind. I grabbed the metal band around his balls and pulled it back forward. “No, no, no. We can’t have that.”
I pulled the padlock to the metal loop over the hasp of Martin’s cock ring. I looped the shackle of the lock through the hasp and closed the padlock shut. Now Martin’s balls were attached to Sierra’s clit, fixing his cock tightly into Sierra’s open cunt. I stood up and took a few steps back.
“You understand what I just did, you two? Did you feel it? You pull out, Martin, and you’ll pull Sierra’s clit piercing right out. She probably wouldn’t like that. Is this what you wanted, Sierra? You wanted Martin’s cock inside you. Now you’ve got it.”
“Ada,” Martin said. His ass kept tensing up. He wanted so bad to thrust his cock in and out, to feel that wetness. But he couldn’t. “Come on, Ada.”
“Don’t make me gag you, Martin. You know I will.”
He was quiet then.
Fuck, it was beautiful. My two friends locked together in pain and pleasure. Friends? Is that what they were? It’s not what they were at this moment. At this moment, they were my sex toys, my malleable objects, the raw materials of my art. They were my musical instruments, and I wanted to play a tune.
I picked up a couple of small, metal clamps from the cart along with a short chain. There was small pool of spittle under Sierra’s mouth, where drool had been dripping from her gag to the floor. I lay down underneath Sierra’s chest. It was an interesting view, the testicles locked to her clit, the heavy breathing, the strain. And down the side of one of Martin’s balls, I saw the thick white proof of Sierra’s pleasure, dripping from her pussy over the base of Martin’s cock and downwards. It was an impressive amount. A bit of drool escaped from around the gag in her mouth, and it landed between my breasts. I kneaded the wetness over my left tit, into my nipple until it was hard and pointed.
I reached from the floor towards Sierra’s left nipple, mirroring mine, my fingers still wet with Sierra’s spittle. She moaned as I pulled her nipple down towards the floor, and more of her saliva landed on my chest. She had little cute nipples with tiny neat discs for areolae. I adjusted one of the metal clamps. It wasn’t tension-loaded. It needed to be set at just the right width, and then it would shut tight. I grabbed her nipple with one hand and eased the clamp shut with my other until it pinched tightly. Sierra squealed, and I let go. The chain from the clamp hung low, attached to the other.
I quickly secured the other to her other tit, not waiting for her to get over the pain of the first, and she yelled out again and tried to shift away. But when she moved, she pulled Martin forward by the padlock in her clit piercing. She went as motionless as she could, but I knew she was hurting.
I got out from underneath her and picked two heavier padlocks from the cart. I leaned underneath, where the chain hung between her nipples now. I hung one of the padlocks on the chain, pulling her nipples down further. Sierra shuddered but tried not to move. I added the other padlock. She eased into it.
“Good girl.” I caressed her cheek through the latex mask. “Now some attention for your boyfriend.”
Martin’s bare ass was asking for it. How could I not give it what it wanted? I grabbed a leather strap from the cart and doubled it up in my hands. Without warning, I whipped against his cheeks, hard and quick.
“Fuck! What are you doing?!” he yelled out. He pulled his hips forward. The whole structure of their bondage shook, pleasingly to my eye. Sierra was thrust forward, straining against her arms locked behind and above her. The weights that hung between her nipples swung back and forth.
“Martin, this is your last warning. Shut up or I gag you.”
“Ada!”
That was it. I had the gag ready, and I grabbed his head and pushed it into his mouth when he opened it to yell at me further. His next words were muffled. It was another ballgag, but this one was concealed behind a large leather panel that covered half his face. I buckled it quickly behind his head as he struggled to stop me. His words were muffled now.
“Martin, I stop when you’re quiet.”
He tried to yell at me again. I belted him hard against his inner left thigh. He screamed again. Sierra’s hips rotated against him in response. He may not have been enjoying this, but she certainly was. And I was too. I reached a hand down to my pussy and felt its wetness.
“Are you going to be quiet?”
I waited.
“Martin, there’s a reward for you at the end of this, but you need to earn it. Do you hear me?”
After a moment, he mumbled something that sounded like assent.
“Good. But first, pain.”
I slapped the belt against the inside of his other thigh. His body tensed and shook, his legs trying to draw together but limited in movement. He was quiet.
“I’m going to tell you something, Martin. I came on this trip hoping that I’d be your girlfriend by the end of it. We were supposed to come alone. But then you invited Sierra.”
I whipped him against his ass cheek. It left a nice, wide mark after a few moments. He was quiet.
“Sierra!”
I belted his other cheek. His legs were shaking, but he was quiet. Sierra’s hips quietly grinded against him. Unable to move away from him, she was doing the best she could do to get off. I decided to let her.
“But I think I’ve changed my mind. I was doing this all wrong. Do you know what I was, Martin? I was ambivalent. You know what that means, right? You're the smartest boy in class, arent you?”
Another hit. His chest heaved, but the only sound he made was the heavy breathing through his nose.
“’Ambivalent’ means that I had contradictory feelings about it. Maybe I didn’t want to be your girlfriend after all. I mean, if I wanted sex, I could have got it. You would have done it. All I had to do was ask.”
I whipped him again.
“But I didn’t. Why not? I guess I didn’t want it enough. But this… this place. This is what I wanted and I didn’t even know it. I guess Sierra knew. Maybe she’s smarter than both of us.”
I brought the belt up carefully between his legs, with only a little force. The end of the belt slapped against his taut balls. Martin flinched, his toes turning inward.
“I don’t want to be your girlfriend, Martin. I don’t even really want your dick in me. Maybe a little bit. Maybe a little.”
I slapped the belt against his testicles again, a little harder this time. His breathing changed, his chest heaving quickly. He may have been crying under that mask. But he remained quiet. What a good boy.
“Did you know I’m naked, Martin? You’d probably like to see that.”
I put the belt back on the cart. I brought my body against him, my breasts into his back, my hips closing over his ass. His back and chest were covered in sweat, and I rubbed it into my own. I put my hands around the front of his chest and held him close.
“Can you feel me, Martin? Do you want me? Or do you want this?”
I reached forward, grabbed Sierra’s hips, and pulled her in close. Martin moaned.
“I thought I told you no sound,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s alright. You can make sound now. You did well. You’re going to get your reward. You’ll like it. I promise.”
I grabbed the key where I had left it on the cart. First I unlocked the padlock chaining Sierra’s clit to Martin’s balls. I took off the band that was choking off his testicles. Then I unlocked his ankle cuffs and allowed him to stand up again. I unlocked Sierra’s mittened hands from the ceiling and slowly brought her to standing upright. I removed the weights but left the clamps on her nipples and her hands cuffed behind her back, still cuffed at the elbows. I removed her ballgag. Then I removed her collar and the latex sheet covering her eyes. Lastly, I worked the latex mask back over her head.
Her face was sweaty, her makeup smeared, and red marks ran from the sides of her lips where the ballgag’s strap had dug in. There was lust in her eyes as she looked into mine. I kissed her. A light, brief kiss. She responded by moving towards me, seeking more. Almost time for that. I reached down to her pussy and felt the sopping wetness there.
I stood aside and directed her gaze towards Martin’s cock. It stood at attention, wet with Sierra’s scent.
“That’s yours, Sierra, until we leave here. It’s all yours.”
She licked her lips and breathed in deep as she stared at Martin’s dick.
“Let’s put him somewhere nice,” I said.
I unlocked Martin's collar from the hanging chain and led him to a short bench, only just above knee height, and sat him down on it. His hands were still cuffed behind his neck. He was still blind inside the hood covered in straps. I removed the padlock at his collar, and his hands came free but still locked in their metal balls. I removed the gag from his mouth, wiped the spittle away. He said nothing. I had won.
I carefully laid him down on the bench. He couldn't see that his head was being positioned through an opening into a head-sized box at one end of the bench. There were straps on the sides of the bench, close to the floor. I strapped down his ankles to two of them at the far end, so that his legs were slightly parted on the bench and his cock was fully exposed. I took his hands and finally removed the metal balls. Then I took each hand and cuffed it down the side of the bench towards the floor. His body formed a sort of table now, all his limbs moved away from him, and his bare chest and crotch were available.
A panel was hinged at the top of the bench, where Martin’s head lay in the box. I closed the panel over his face. It was tight against his head, and a well-placed hole – just the right shape – fit over it so that the top of his chin, his mouth, and nose were all thrust forward out of the top of the panel. His head above his nose wasn’t visible. It was just right for what I wanted.
“Sierra,” I said and nodded towards Martin’s cock. “Whatever you want.”
She leaned over the bench, her arms locked behind her. She used her tongue to pick up Martin’s hard cock from where it lay against his stomach. She took it into her mouth, just the tip of it. Martin moaned and strained against his bonds.
I spread my legs over his head, adjusted myself, and sat my bare pussy against his exposed mouth. His increasingly ecstatic moans were muffled as I felt them vibrating against my clit. I rubbed my hands down his chest in front of me. “Lick,” I said loudly as I tweaked his nipples. He obeyed. I felt his wet tongue enter my pussy, seeking out my pleasure. My hips moved involuntarily, in and out towards his outstretched tongue. He wanted it. He wanted my clit when I offered it to him. He wanted me, finally. He even wanted my asshole, I was sure. I leaned back and pushed it towards his mouth, and he eagerly lapped it up.
Sierra finished with her mouth. She stood up and brought one leg over his body, straddling his hips. She rubbed her clit up and down his cock, grinding into him. She leaned forward against his chest, wriggling her hips back and forth, looking increasingly frustrated. She seemed to have forgotten about the pain of the nipple clamps.
“You need help?” I asked.
“Yes, please, Ada.”
“Lean back.”
She brought her chest upright. I leaned over, keeping my pussy carefully on top of Martin’s tongue. I grabbed his cock and pointed it upwards towards Sierra. She eased onto it. I felt her wetness against my fingers as his cock went in. She let out an exultant sigh, like nothing I’ve ever heard before. I could feel Martin’s reaction in his tongue as it sought out my clit and began to aggressively lick back and forth. Oh god, he was good at it. I lost my strength for a moment and caught myself with my hands on his hips, below Sierra’s thighs. I bit into Sierra’s left nipple, pulling the metal of the clamp with my teeth. It must have hurt her, but she moved her nipple closer to my mouth.
I quickly removed the nipple clamp from one of her nipples. It left her nipple deformed flatly, and I sucked it back into roundness, into hardness. I sucked it as she began to move her hips up and down. My mouth moved up from her breast. I kept one hand on Martin’s pelvis and used my other to grab the back of Sierra’s neck. I pulled her neck towards me, ran my tongue against it, bit it hard. She moved her hips against Martin’s cock more aggressively, and again, in turn, Martin licked my clit harder.
I kissed her then. I sought out her tongue with my own, devoured it, gripping a fistful of her hair. She kissed me back.
This is what I had wanted. Exactly what I wanted. We all came together. A chain reaction. Sierra screamed as she rode hard against Martin. I came in response, with Martin’s tongue deep into my pussy. I lost all control of my body, shook uncontrollably, barely staying upright. I collapsed into his torso, my mouth coming close to Sierra’s cunt. Martin’s whole body shook. It seemed to last forever.
The three of us stood at the last door. Martin and Sierra were quiet, standing to each side of me. They were naked, all restraints removed except for their collars. Their heads were hung low, their eyes glassy. I didn’t know how we could take another room.
I opened the door and stepped through. The light was dim, and the room was warmer than the others before. And it was smaller, intimate. The walls were painted a soft, dark red. A plush rug covered the floor. There was no bondage equipment, no devices, no gags, no chains, no metal. The only things in the room were a tall lamp emanating soft light and an elegant, red couch sitting in the middle of the room. The couch was oversized, thickly cushioned, with blankets and pillows.
I turned to Martin and Sierra and indicated their collars, holding the key in my hand. “We can take those off now.”
Sierra brought her fingers to the metal at her neck. “Can I…”
“Yes?”
“Can I keep it on… for a while… Ada?”
I smiled. “Martin?”
He didn’t step forward to have the device removed. I took that as a sign that he still wanted it too.
I stepped into the room. I sat down in the middle of the couch, facing them at the open door. I set the key on the floor and leaned back into the deep cushions. I was naked, open. I held my arms out.
Sierra came first. She found a place at the crook of my arm, folded her body, and put her head against my left breast. I draped my arm across her bare back.
But Martin hesitated.
“Come,” I said and motioned him closer with my hand.
He looked at me, not like he had looked at me ever before. I was something different in his eyes now. I was changed.
He came to me, lied down beside me on the couch, and put his head in my lap. I stroked his dark hair.
This was how it started. This was my new life.
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