Excitement flowed through her veins. She’d only seen the room when she was nineteen, but now ... there was so much more. Deep cherry cabinets sat along one wall. There was more equipment as well.
She remembered the X frame, spanking bench, and the bondage table, but Cole had added more equipment. Janie walked around the room. There was a sex swing hanging from the ceiling, and she shivered as she pictured herself in it.
Her fingers trailed over a strange looking, black leather chair, if you could call it that. “What is this?”
“That is what I like to call an exam chair.” Cole stood by her side. “You see the back can sit up straight, or lay flat or anywhere in-between.” He moved around the chair. “The arms are stationary, but the legs can move inward or out, and—” Cole reached down and pulled another piece of the chair out. “The bottom of the legs can be lifted so you’re totally spread out and at my mercy.”
Janie shifted from one foot to the other. How would it feel to be restrained here, wide open for Cole to do whatever he wanted to her? A shiver shook her body in anticipation. She moved on and ran her hands over the black leather of the next piece of equipment. It looked like a spanking horse, but it had a shelf on each side. “I don’t quite get this one.”
“This is a bondage horse.” Cole stepped up next her, his body heat caressing her skin. “I like this one a little better than a normal spanking bench.” He gestured to the end of the horse. “It has nice strong built-in D rings at the end so I’m able to bind your arms and legs. I can have you in the middle where I can flog your butt and back while a vibrator is in your pussy.”
Janie’s breath caught in her throat.
“Or I can bind you so your ass and pussy are over the edge, so they’re available to me, after I flog you. The advantage is you’re able to rest on your arms and legs, and your body is fully supported if I get a little too enthusiastic in my thrusting.”
Her channel grew wet. Oh, hell, he could torture her in so many ways. There were a couple of other pieces of equipment. She found herself staring down at what looked something like a split bench—but not.
“I don’t even know what to think about this one,” she said.
“Ah, that’s something usually used for self pleasure, but I’ve had it modified.”
“So one gets on and rides it.” She stared at the machine. It was pretty tall, and there was a place for your feet to rest. “I really don’t get it.”
“Go sit on it.” He put his hand on her back and guided her over.
Janie straddled the machine, her privates over the open space in the middle, and put her feet in what she now considered stirrups, like you used when riding a horse.
“Now, usually there would be a dildo here.” He slipped his hand between her legs to a black piece below her. “On the normal model there are no stirrups, and your feet would rest on the floor. So when the dildo is attached, you would slide forward and back on it.”
“Now I get it.” She vaguely remembered seeing a video on one of these. “So what did you have done to this one?”
“Besides having it built taller, I had the stirrups added so I can restrain your feet in them, then I had them add a small motor. Hop off.” He strode over to the cabinets and opened one, pulled out a dildo, then sauntered back to her.
Janie stood beside the machine as he placed the dildo in its spot, then he flipped a switch. The seat began to slide forward and then back. “I get the idea, the dildo will arouse the woman using it.”
“Yes, but with the motor on it and if you’re restrained.” The switch clicked again and the dildo began to move faster. Another click and faster yet.
“Holy crap.” Her channel pulsed as she watched the dildo move.
“It can be pleasure, or it can be punishment.”
“Punishment?” She hadn’t thought about that side of their relationship. So far it had all been pleasure. Yes, she was frustrated at times, but he never really punished her.
“Yes, think about it for a second. You’re seated on the machine, your feet are restrained in the stirrups, and probably in this case your arms are restrained behind your back.” Cole’s voice grew soft. “You’ve been such a bad girl, I’ve put nipple clamps on you with little weights, so any movement makes them ache with pleasure. Now I’m going to torture you more. I’ve started the machine.”
Janie shifted from one foot to the other; she could almost see what he was describing.
“Slowly at first, not enough for you to orgasm, but to tease you, then I speed it up. The only sound in the room is the machine, your wetness as the dildo goes in and out, and your heavy breathing. By this time you’ve had an orgasm or two.”
Her clit began to pulse, and she had to fight not to lower her hand to her pussy and begin stroking herself.
“Now this punishment is because I told you not to pleasure yourself, but you did anyway. So now I put the machine on its highest setting. The dildo is pistoning in and out of you. You cry out because you can’t sit still. The weights on the nipple clamps are moving, pulling and tormenting your nipples. You climax again. You beg me to stop, but I don’t. I’m not going to stop until you can’t breathe and will never disobey me again.”
Janie closed her eyes as her breath hitched in her throat. Oh, my God. Her body was pulsating with need.
“And if you’ve been really bad, I can add another dildo for your ass.”
Her knees went weak. “Remind me never to disobey you,” she whispered. While what he described would be torture of a sort, it would also be pleasure. More pleasure than she or any woman could handle.
