The Toy Maker (Under Construction)

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Can You Tell Me How to Get to Fuck Me Street?

The room was dimly lit by track lighting running across the ceiling; My attention zeroed in on the toys scattered across the space.

A black X was propped up on the far wall and restraints, floggers, gags, and what seemed to medieval torture devices dangled off the wire racks.

My eyes bounced over the suspension bars and chains and then warily at a grinning Jason. I could tell he was amused by my virgin behavior.

“Don’t be scared,” He finally said, “I don’t bite.”

I ran my fingers over where he bit me on my neck; Lying bastard. After giving me a little time to take in my surroundings Jason led me to the X.

“Do you know what this is?”

I didn’t realize that we’d be having a quiz and forgot to study my kinky sex toy notes, “Does it mark the spot?”

His jaw tightened in frustration but his lips turned slightly upward, “This is Saint Andrew’s cross. You’ll be spending a lot of time on it.”

Jason finally released me from my chains and told me to position myself in front of the cross. Lifting both my arms above my head, he fastened my arms in the leather cuffs then secured my feet the same way.

I began to get the main idea of the toy; Lose blood flow in your arms in the most exposed pose to ever exist, or so I thought.

I winced at the stinging from my nipples being freed from the clamps; Jason wasted no time and began to flick one with his tongue and rub the other with his thumb.

If the association with pain and pleasure continued then I was sure I wouldn’t be able to get a paper cut without thoroughly soaking my panties.

While he worked on my sensitive pebbles his fingers had an ulterior motive. My pussy nearly exploded as he massaged my clit.

I soon gave into what he was after and moaned under his touch. He pulled away his devilish hands and chuckled at my defeated facial expression.

“Typically I love to hear those moans fall off of your filthy lips but,” He went over to the rack and I tried not to groan when I saw what he had in his hands, “This time I think we’ll try something new.”

He commanded me to open my mouth then fastened the ball gag behind my head, “That’s for the smart ass answer, baby.”

My complaints were muffled by the ball wedged in between my teeth.

“I should really make this part of the dress code for you Cherries.” He winked at my less than amused face and grabbed a silk mask from the table behind him.

I resorted to the only expression I could make to convey how I felt about his smugness. The side of his mouth lifted when he saw both my fingers telling him what he could go do. He crept closer and the light illuminated his abs in all the most satisfying ways.

“I have a better Idea,” He stated, “I’ll fuck you instead.” The blindfold slid over my eyes and I was very literally left in the dark about what he was going to do to me next. I was caught up to speed when I felt a lubed toy at my ass.

I had come to the conclusion that the man before me was Satan himself. He slowly stretched my back door as the toy was buried further inside me.

It seemed to be larger than anything I’d ever had in there before and I found it hard not to squirm from the sensation.

“Stay still or I’ll restrain your waist as well.” Jason ordered.

I flinched at what I could only assume was a whip cracking.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Tara.” He must have sensed my hesitation, “I won’t ever harm you beyond what you can physically handle.”

I nodded my head in agreement; My jaw already ached from being suspended for so long. I slowly began to feel leather strips caressing my unguarded pussy. It wasn’t a whip, I realized, it was something much different.

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, “This is a flogger and I’m going to use it on you quite often if you decide that it’s something you are comfortable with. Nod if you understand.” I nodded, “Good. I’m going to hit you five times so you get accustomed to how it feels.”

The gentle strokes of the flogger running over my bare skin caused goosebumps to appear on my limbs. It was hard to believe that just a few hours before I had been moping around my apartment.

Jason smacked the flogger against my pussy lips and the stinging caught me off guard. I whimpered as the leather tips made contact again; this time the feeling of my arousal dripping down my shaking thighs had me clinging to the edge of my long awaited orgasm.

Another hit, I wanted so desperately to ask him for permission to come.

He answered my thoughts, “You will not come until I say so.” My heart fell as he forbid me my release. He landed another blow, nearly causing me to lose my restraint.

I was desperately clawing at the edge of a cliff; I really didn’t want to disappoint him but pure bliss was so close to my fingertips.

I pleaded with him through the gag, knowing I just looked like a pathetically deprived mess.

“No.” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He hit me one final time and I fought away the euphoric pleasure growing in my core.

My body was on the verge of collapsing in on itself as he taunted me with his hand cupping my aching cunt. He pressed his body against mine, “This is mine now.”

The warmth of his breath cascaded down my neck before he left me trembling against the cross.

It seemed like years as the air hit my spread lips; Suddenly the plug began to methodically pulsate inside me. Tears stung my eyes as the sensation pushed me even closer to my undoing.

I cried out as the pulsing increased; Bastard. He was probably enjoying a front row seat to my unraveling. Before I could adjust to his newest form of torture his fingers were roaming, stroking and pinching my clit.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He asked as he filled my pussy for the first time since he took me in the basement. I felt my walls clench around his stationary finger; He was trying to drive me completely mad with desire.

I nodded frantically but he just laughed, “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.”

The pitiful noises of my pleading grew louder each time he briefly moved his finger inside me. I fought against the restraints with all the strength I could muster.

“I thought I told you to stay still.” I froze as soon as the words left his lips, the anticipation of his response was more than enough to break any will I had left. He unlatched my cuffs and lifted the blindfold from my face.

The sudden subjection to light caused me to blink a few times as Jason’s face came back into view. Soft locks of his hair barely fell over his wandering eyes; My heart swelled in spite of myself.

He motioned to the floor, “Lay on your stomach with your knees bent beside you.”

I followed his instructions and hesitantly put myself on display. My pussy was stretch out for his viewing pleasure while I struggled to keep my legs bent. I was ready to withdraw my earlier notion; This was certainly the most exposed pose someone could ever take.

His hand rubbed my ass tenderly and then it was gone, and he hit me--hard. The force of his smack made my legs clamp together in defense.

“Do you need help keeping the position I told you to be in?” Even though it was phrased as a question I knew it was a threat. What he meant was that either I get it together or he would punish me in the most devious ways.

He ungagged me and I was willing to take the risk, “Yes, sir.”

“Very well,” I heard him retrieve something from a rack and lay it down in between my feet. He spread them gently and fastened them in yet another pair of cuffs. “Give me your hands.” I wiggled my arms underneath my body and waited for him the finish with his masterpiece.

Among my most obvious thoughts, there was an occasional, I wonder if he had to go to kink school for this shit and how this would be the most painful embarrassing time to pass gas.

Once he was done I was left helpless, again. I had one thing on my mind and it certainly wasn’t the girl who came charging into the room half-cocked.

“Jason your sister is completely trashed.” I turned my head to see who intruded on what was clearly a very ‘intimate’ moment. All I could make out were her studded latex boots and netted stockings; I really had to get me a pair of those.

“She’ll be fine,” He responded; His fingers still playing with my clit as if the audience was no bother to him at all. “I’m in the middle of something.” I hoped he would literally be in the middle of something soon.

“She’s locked herself in one of the cages we need for the show and won’t stop screaming the Sesame Street theme song from the top of her lungs.”

The horrid thought of him abandoning me twice in the same day crossed my mind and then an even worse thought, leaving me bound and without any windows to scurry out of. “Then I hope everyone has a pair of ear plugs with them.” He said dryly.

The girl had blown a gasket, “Stop playing with the whore and take care of your fucking family.” I mentally took note of how that was millionth time I had been referred to as a whore in one day; I would have resented it more had I not been in the provocative position I was.

“Get out.” Jason growled.

“Fine,” She huffed before bending down to my eye-level. Her red hair dangled sideways as she gave me the fakest smile I’d ever had the displeasure of receiving. “I hope he fucks your pretty little brains out.” The door slammed behind her and we were left in silence.

At least she thought I was pretty.

I finally found the nerve to speak up, “People aren’t really friendly here, are they?”

Jason scoffed and began to unfasten my bonds, “We’re going to have to pick this up later.”

As soon I wobbled back onto my feet he was at the door, “This is the second time you’ve run out on me in one day.”

An apologetic expression flashed across his face only for a minute, “Your clothes are in the basement.” With that final nugget of wisdom, he was gone and I was left wondering what else he hasn’t told me.

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