Fun With Cindy

Chapter 12 The Fun Chair

There's a small, bare room off the punishment room. It has an outlet in the wall and a drain in the tile floor. A bare bulb hangs from the ceiling. The room is empty except for a special chair, bolted to the floor. This heavy wooden chair has no seat. Instead there are two boards coming from the front corners in a V shape. But they don't meet in the middle, there's a space between them. When a bitch's thighs are strapped to these boards, all her lower fun bits are left hanging and exposed. There are more straps for her lower legs, across her tummy, above and below her breasts, and for her arms on the wide spread armrests. These ominous leather straps are worm and stained from many hours of Cindy's frantic struggling and heavy sweating.

When it's time for my lovely slave to sit in the chair she never knows what will happen. I get her bound tightly in place and then leave the room to retrieve the necessary equipment. This always includes a stool for me so I can sit directly in front of her and enjoy all her reactions. There are many options as my Cindy sits in the chair. Sometimes I return with a variety of vibrators and spend all day wringing as many orgasms out of her greedy cunt as I can. There are small breaks for punishment if her overloaded mind forgets to ask for permission to cum. Her lady parts get so swollen, red, and soaking wet; it's obscene. I can't believe she doesn't have better self control. She begs me to stop but I know she doesn't mean it because she's soon screaming in ecstasy as I rip another orgasm from her. All the while, the cup underneath her collects her drippings for a refreshing drink at the end of the day. 

Other days I slowly and methodically turn her tits into pin cushions. It's incredible how many needles will fit in her soft, vulnerable flesh. The first time we played with the needles this way, I actually ran out. I had to make a trip to the store but Cindy didn't mind waiting. I considerately dripped hot sauce on her pain sacks to keep her occupied while I was away. By the time I got back, the silly thing had lost count so I had to remove all the needles and start over. By the end it looked like two hedgehogs were curled up on her chest. She would shiver in delight as I ran my hands over the ends, wiggling the sharp points deep in her tit meat. I thought she'd like using the treadmill next but she threw such a fit that I let her down after only five minutes. I'm becoming quite the softie. She gave an amazing blowjob when I promised to take the needles out after she swallowed my gift. She'd had so much fun that day that she sucked me off again as a thank you once she was needle-free. Her tits were so inflamed that she was much more than a handful as I lovingly covered them in antibiotic ointment. That got me excited all over again but the ointment made a convenient lube for a quick ass fuck before bed.

If I have to be away for a while, the candle is a good option. A large metal cock slides deep into her sweet kitty. Then, underneath the chair, I place a small candle. The heat of the flame rises directly into the metal intruder, slowly raising the temperature. It's a big piece of metal and a small candle so she can sit there for hours. There's a hidden camera so I can keep an eye on my slut but as far as she knows, she's all alone with the candle. With nothing to do except wait to be cooked from the inside. I've never let it get hot enough to actually burn her. But it's a special treat afterwards when we make love and her muffin is extra warm for my cock.

Another fun game is throat training. She wears her biggest ring gag and I tie her ponytail to the back of the chair, forcing her face straight up. I slide dildos deep into her face hole so she can practice controlling her gag reflex. She's gotten better at it but I've improved too. I've learned just how to tickle the depths of her throat to get a reaction. The sight of my sweetheart with a fake cock filing her mouth, face bright red as she retches desperately, slobber, snot, and tears running down her innocent features is absolutely beautiful. Moments like that make all the hard work of sex slave ownership worthwhile.

But none of those this time. This is the chair treatment Cindy fears the most.

Ritual is important. It can be comforting in it's familiarity and provide an important sense of security. Conversely, from Cindy's point of view, it can cause a sense of inevitability and helplessness. This ritual starts while I'm still out of the room and Cindy hears the easily recognizable squeak of the wheels on the cart holding the electrical equipment. At that moment she knows what is going to happen and that there is nothing she can do to prevent it.

As I pushed the cart into the the room I could see that her lower lip was quivering adorably. That didn't last long as the first item lined up neatly on the tray sitting on the cart was a bright red ball gag. I held it up to her and she obediently opened wide. I reached behind her head and buckled the strap securely. I began the explanation that always accompanies the preparation for this torture. Step by step, always the same words with the same actions.

"That's so you don't bite your tongue off when the electricity forces your muscles to contract. It would be a shame to lose it after spending so much time training it to please me." 

I reached back and tightened the strap a notch.

"That's to keep your screams down while the current flows through your body."

To tighten it again I had to walk around behind her. Returning to my place in front of her I informed her,

"That's because your little chipmunk cheeks look so cute with the strap pressed deeply into them."

The last notch was difficult and I had to work at it for a minute. Cindy squealed but I didn't give up until it was buckled.

"That's because I can do anything I want with you."

The next items on the tray were nipple clamps. I began gently kneading her exposed tips.

"I want you to make these nice and hard for me, sweetie. The more they swell up, the more you'll feel the pressure from those shiny little clamps. Good girl, here we go. These need to be nice and tight, this is where the electricity will enter your tits, right through the most sensitive spot. You're going to think they're on fire."

Next up were two coils of bare wire. I started wrapping it tightly around the base of her tit and calmly explained,

"The current will run into your nipples, then all through your tit meat, to these wires at the bottom. With the restricted blood flow, you might start to feel numb. If that happens you just let me know and I'll turn up the power so you still feel the full effect." 

With both her milkers bulging obscenely, I picked up the butt plug and held it for her inspection.

"Do you see the plastic part between the bulb and the base? That's because they're actually two different pieces. The current runs into the base, through whatever's between the base and the bulb, into the bulb and back out this wire in the center. And what's between the base and the bulb? Your tight little butthole. Now, this works best with the base pushed right up against your sphincter so I want you to squeeze down on it and keep it deep in your bowels. If I see you aren't holding it tightly, I'll turn up the power so your muscles will have to hug it right up to your crinkled little ring"

With the plug seated deeply in her shitter, I held you up the next item. It was a metal dildo on a small tripod.

"This goes in your cunt. Do you see the plastic strip up the middle?  Each half is a different piece. The current goes in one side, through your cunt walls, to the other side. This little stand sits on the floor under you and keeps it all the way up inside your cunt. There no way for it to slide out or stop shocking you properly so there's no reason for me to turn up the power on this one."

I massaged Cindy's clit and let her enjoy the feeling of fullness in her holes.

"Of course, if you aren't dancing enthusiastically enough in your chair, I'll have to turn up the power to your love hole."

The next items on the tray were several wires. Two went from the control box on the cart to my slave's nipple clamps. Two more went to the bare wires encircling her breasts. The remaining wires connected her butt plug and dildo to the machine.

"Now you're all wired up and ready. I can plug in the machine since I won't be touching you any more and won't risk a little zap to my fingers."

When I plugged the power cord into the wall an ominous hum started in the box on the cart. There's no reason for it to make any noise but I thought my pet would appreciate the theatrics of an electrical buzzing sound so I installed a speaker to play a steady drone.

The tray was empty except for a pair of dice.

"Are you feeling lucky, honey? If I roll snake eyes, all the toys come off and you go back in your house with a warm blanket. Anything else and I start playing with the buttons and dials here."

The tiny flame of hope rose inside her but was quickly snuffed out when I rolled a seven. She's only been lucky once so far but I'm sure it will happen again. We just have to keep playing.

The ritual complete, I started with about ten seconds of nipple frying agony to her tits, to set the mood. Cindy screamed as best she could with the ball gag in. Her fingers scrabbled uselessly at the armrests. Her cunt got the next blast of electricity, followed by more pain to her tits.

Sometimes the bitch can only handle thirty minutes of this type of play before she's so exhausted that it stops being fun. A couple times she's lasted an hour and a half. This time it was an hour before even the higher level jolts didn't get the desired reactions. I unplugged the machine and her beautiful face managed to show relief. I brushed a few stands of sweat soaked hair from her forehead and started the process in reverse, detaching the wires and sliding the dildo from her cunt. Everything was cleaned and placed back on the tray. Well, almost everything. The nipple clamps just looked so pretty that I couldn't bring myself to take them off. When I took the ball gag out she started to speak, presumably to ask that I remove the clamps, but I shushed her several times and she eventually got the message and let her head hang dejectedly. I pushed the cart out of the room, leaving her alone with her clamps.

When I returned to give her a goodnight kiss, she made one more attempt.

"Please, sir! Don't leave them on my nipples. They still hurt and I won't be able to sleep. Just take them off and I'll do anything. I'll make you feel good with my mouth, my pussy, and my asshole. Please don't leave me like this!"

She'd begged so nicely that I took pity on her and removed the vicious little vices. I pinched and rubbed her buds, enhancing the pain of the restored blood flow. Cindy squealed while she wiggled and thrashed around, as much as her restraints would allow. Once she calmed down I turned out the light and left the room.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

As I pushed the cart back into the room, Cindy screamed in horror.

"No, you can't! We're finished! No more! You can't hurt me like that again! No! Please, no!"

"I know, I thought you were all worn out too. But that little performance when I took the clamps off showed me that you still have some energy left. Since an hour wasn't enough, we'll try two this time."

The bitch fought it but I forced the gag back into her suck hole which had so recently been promising me all the pleasure I desired.

"That's so you don't bite your tongue off..."