After a week of not being able to see each other…Monday worked out. i had sent JB a picture of a bondage table, when i saw it, i knew He would love it…i told Him i wanted one. He sat a drew up His plans and His materials list. i had no idea when He would have it finished…but i knew it would be soon. We chatted for a few minutes in the morning…before He sent me off to get the room and myself ready, without telling me He finished His part of the table. i immediately logged off and ran next door to straighten out the room and set up the toys, before getting myself ready.
He called while i was in the shower…telling me i had about 40 minutes…i had time. i got to the room, put on the corset, stocking and heels. i was in position when He walked in the room…He commented on the shadowbox i made for Him. He walked over to me and put on my collar…He pulled me to my knees and kissed me. Helping me up from the floor, He stood me facing the window, telling me not to look. i could hear Him leave the room…drag something up the stairs. i had a feeling it might be the table…i couldn’t wait to turn around and see it.
When He had finally gotten it up the stairs and into the room, He told me to turn around and kneel on top of it. He helped me down and had me sit on the futon…while He attached the uprights to the sides. i was officially out of session mode 
He talked to me while He was working on the table…telling me “play with that pussy, do something other than sit there.” So, doing as i was told…i reached down and played for Him…waiting for Him to tell me when to cum. i was already wet, before i even started, just the thought of the table…had me all ready for Him. i came a couple times before He was done with the table….and every now and then i would hear Him chuckle to Himself.
He finished setting up the table, He locked in my wrist cuffs…telling me not to stop rubbing…then the ankle cuffs. He helped me off the futon onto the table…He placed a towel under each knee…the table was solid, not a wiggle. He took out the thigh cuffs and fastened them to the uprights…spreading my knees far apart…then fastened my ankles to the rings behind me…i was held tightly in place. He came around the front of the table, fastened the ring on my collar to a bit of chain on the ring in front of me…holding me forward. He clipped my wrists to the uprights…to a ring above where my thighs were.
He unzipped His pants…i was at the perfect height, held tightly to the table…He held the back of my head in His, my hair tangled into His hand…telling me to suck. i did my best, but He had to help me move…i was bound tightly to the table. “If ms.p were here, she could take a picture of this for us, that would be hot…don’t you think?” All i could do was manage a half nod…with my mouth full of Him. my thigh muscles started to burn, just a little, from being spread just a little more than i am used to…but i loved it. My arms started to burn under the strain of holding myself up…to suck His cock.
When He was done…He pulled His belt from the loops and strapped me across the ass with it…telling me i had earned it back. He picked up the new toy…a slut zapper (cute, huh)…not so much after you get zapped, on an already warmed ass. i usually don’t say “ouch”, but i did when He zapped me…it was stronger than i expected it to be. Part of me hated it and the other part…OMG, wanted it again…well until He threatened to zap a nipple or my clit. (i’ll get to that part later).
He released my wrists from the uprights…allowing me to rest them for a little while…and He went back to zapping me a few more times. Then…something popped into His head, as it usually does in the moment. He walked back in front of me and unzipped His pants again…telling me, as He was pushing Himself back into my mouth “Don’t bite me or else.” i could feel the panic rise…know just what He had in mind…He was going to zap me while i sucked His cock. i started to beg Him not to…i was afraid if He zapped me…i would bite down…the tears started falling. Doing as i was told…He zapped me…i didn’t bite down, i pulled away…He zapped me again…and again. He ran the zapper across my jaw bone, laughing to Himself…as i sucked in panic of being zapped on the face. He ran the zapped down my ribs to my nipple…i squeezed my eyes shut and cried…pulling away begging him not to. “Did I tell you to stop?” “No, Sir” …i continued sucking…He slid the zapped down my stomach, stopping for a second on my inner thigh…i panicked…know i couldn’t stop what i was doing…in fear that He would zap me on the inner thigh.
He pulled away from me…still dragging the zapper on my skin…searching for a new spot to zap…He stopped just above my clit…i held onto the front of the table. i started sobbing, knowing it would hurt…more than i could handle…He told me not to flinch away from Him. i cried harder…begging Him not to, that i couldn’t handle it there. Every now and then He would laugh to Himself…knowing how much i was freaked out. He put the zapper down and released me form the table.
He had me sit and rest while He took the table out of the room. When He came back into the room…He had me stand in front of the cross…securing my cuffs with the clips. He slapped my cunt, telling me to cum for Him. He fastened the clamps to my nipples…tightly, pulling them…stretching my nipples…it hurt. i wasn’t in the right head space…i hadn’t been since we started. i tried to focus and get myself where i needed to be…i just couldn’t get there. He asked me if i had enough…i had, but i hadn’t…i was struggling to get there. So He continued…pushing a finger to my g-spot, He rubbed until i came…dripping onto the towel beneath me. He demanded “Again, cum again!” i really couldn’t stop cumming at that point…i was messing the floor…i could feel it running down my legs…soaking my stockings.
He slapped my cunt hard…telling me to cum…over and over. My heels came up off the floor…i couldn’t keep my feet flat…standing and cumming. He told me “keep your feet flat!” i tried, but as i came again, i rose back up off my heels…He zapped my inner thigh…telling me again “keep your fucking feet flat on the floor!” With all the strength i had left…i willed my heels to stay planted where He wanted them…as i came.
He stood up…applied tape over my mouth…He rubbed my clit hard, telling me to take a deep breathe, He pinched my nose closed… “when you cum, you can breathe.” He rubbed harder, i came quickly…He repeated this a couple of times, before asking me “have you had enough now?” “yes, Sir”. The towel on the floor was wet, i was still dripping down my legs. He wiped my legs and removed my stockings…before helping me to the futon.
Walking over to me He asked, “is that ass mine today?” “yes, Sir”. He had the bottle of lube with Him, as He knelt on the floor, beside the futon…dragging me into position on my back. He bent and ever so lightly flick my clit with His tongue. He licked my cunt and my asshole…bringing me back to the edge of orgasm…again. He told me to play with my cunt…as He dripped lube onto His hand and my ass. He slowly pushed His finger in, as He told me to cum. Adding more lube before sliding in another finger…loosening me up…He told me to fuck back onto His hand. More lube and another finger…i was still fucking His hand and rubbing my clit…cumming when told to. He slid in a fourth finger…as i was pushing back on His hand…i stopped rubbing my clit…it was too sensitive and was starting to hurt. As i pushed back into His hand…He pushed further into my ass…i came with such a force…i soaked the towel, floor and Him. i freaked myself out…i had never cum that hard with such force before…i begged to stop.
He helped me clean up…grabbing a dry towel from the chair. i started to cry…He asked me if i was ok. i was, but i wasn’t able to tell Him how i felt…He said, “that it was always there, just waiting to be released” He was right…but it was also, so unexpected. After we fucked…and cuddled for a while…i asked Him, if i freaked Him out as much as i freaked myself out. He told me no…that it would take more than that to ever freak Him out…that He loved it. Three days later…i am still shaken by it all…it was so intense.
