Forniphilia

Self-bondage is not my usual fare. The transformations in this story are strictly "mechanical", not magical. Fair warning.

As she stood there, she was reminded of the moment several months ago that had led to this one. The reminder took the form of a trickle of vaginal wetness meandering down her thigh. She lost track of it as it encountered the top of her thigh high vinyl boots.

That reminded her of how she had wound up standing where she was now. She was standing upright next to Donald’s overstuffed chair in the den. She could vaguely hear the voices of sports announcers drifting from the television. She wasn’t facing the television. Her lack of interest made the voices sound more like a rhythm track to a weird salsa. Not that she could dance to it.

*****

She took a pole out of the bedroom closet. The pole was about five feet long, round, just under two inches in diameter and affixed to the end was a metal collar. A satchel hung from the collar.

She brought it to the den. Setting aside the pole, she opened the satchel and laid the contents out on the chair. Starting with the gag, she silenced herself. It was her favorite way to begin a self-bondage session. There was a thrill to removing her own ability to call for aid. She had been turned on before she’d started. She took a small padlock from a pocket in the satchel and locked the gag in place. She returned the key to the pocket. This further increased her horniness.

She sat down so she could put on the black, thigh high, vinyl boots. The heel on each boot was chunky and not quite four inches tall. These boots were designed for long-term standing around. They were also unusual in that there were a pairs of metal loops on the back instep side of them. The loops openings horizontal to the floor when the boots were standing upright. They were located at the mid-thigh and the mid-calf on the back of the boots. She made sure they weren’t knotted or otherwise impeded before she stood up.

She removed a round wooden tray from the satchel. It was slightly wider than her waist and maybe ten inches deep. Two chains dangled from the front of the tray. At the ends of the chains were clamps. She rubbed her already firm nipples to full hardness before clamping the chains to her nipples.

On either side of the tray opposite the front were straps with the same hoops as the boots. She picked up the pole and pulled one of the straps behind her. Maneuvering the pole behind her, she managed to slip the hoop around the end of the pole. She grabbed the other strap’s hoop and pushed the pole through it. She was reminded she had to maintain a steady weight or the hoops would never both reach the pole.

She slid the pole downward and, with her legs firmly held together, pushed the pole down through the pairs of loops attached at mid-thigh of the boots. At this point, she adjusted the tray so that it was as level as she could make it. As she did so, the tray gently tugged at her nipples. The pain was nothing compared to the lingering pleasure radiating from her tits.

She lay the arm sleeve and a black band of cloth over the top of the chair as she would soon not be able to bend over. She was already unable walk or spread her legs.

She removed another lock from a side pouch of the satchel as well. She returned any unneeded items to the satchel and tossed it to the side. Focusing on the loops at the calves of the boots, she completed the pole’s journey downward until the collar was poking at her shoulder. With a twist, the collar landed against her neck and swung on hinge in front until the clasp attached to the pole lined up with the clasp at the end of the collar. She put the lock through the two clasps and snapped it shut.

She tested her mobility and could not find it. She was locked upright. She picked up the band and blindfolded herself.

She took the vinyl sleeve, hollow at both ends, and put her left arm through the opening until her hand poked out the other side. She found the tightening cord and attached to an opening in the pole. This required her to hold her left arm at a funny angle. She put her right arm through the sleeve. When her hand reached the other side, she pulled the sleeve down. Her arms were folded behind her loosely. The sleeve tightened around both of her forearms and removed any way she could pull her arms out. They were held in place level to the ground.

It wasn’t perfect immobility of her arms. But Donald would come in soon and tighten the sleeve. Until then, she had to wait. The thought occurred to her that afterward she would have to wait as well.

She had been amused at that thought. She had no idea how long she had stood there naked except for the arm sleeve, the boots, and a thin metal collar around her neck.

She heard footsteps as he re-entered the den. He didn’t say anything. He just walked up behind her and finished locking her arms in place. She heard him walk over to the bar. After a moment he returned. She could smell the cognac in what she imagined was a wide snifter being swirled in his palm. He made a sound of satisfaction. She felt the weight of the tray increase slightly. She guessed he had put the snifter on the tray.

She could feel more wetness within her vag. Her goal had been achieved. She had turned herself into a side table.

“Damn,” he said. She thought she’d heard a phone ringing in the distance. She heard him get up and walk to the bar area. “Hello?” He was definitely across the room from his side table.

She heard him start talking as he did when work called. His voice receded as he probably was leaving the den to go to his home office. The indistinct sounds of the sports announcers played for a while. She lost track of time. Based on the number of commercial breaks she’d heard, she guessed nearly an hour had gone by.

*****

His voice preceded his return. “… the den. Carol didn’t allow me to decorate it.”

Who was he talking to? She assumed he was still on the phone. What if he wasn’t? What if one of his colleagues was standing next to him looking at her standing there next to his chair? What if it was Walter, their neighbor? Or his wife Janice? What if it was his mother or hers?

It couldn’t be. They would have gasped in shock. Or they’d have said something by now. Right? Right? She heard him sit down in the stuffed chair. She had heard him do it many times before. It was definitely him in the chair. The weight of the snifter was removed from the tray. The volume on the television rose. Time passed. Sometimes she could feel the weight of the snifter pulling against her nipples. Sometimes she couldn’t. She loved Donald so much. He indulged her silliness. Right now, she wasn’t his wife, or a woman, or even human. She was a side table, a piece of furniture, an object.

With that feeling of elation, all the fatigue in her legs disappeared. She could stand there all night if she had to. She was once again reminded how this had started months ago.

*****

Months ago, they were in the bedroom getting into pajamas before he could pull the drawstring tight, she had yanked his pants down. She knelt in front of him. She took hold of his cock and was rubbing it on her face.

“Why do you do that?” He said.

“Complaining?” She said. She turned her head to the side and lean in closer. Her tongue licked the underside of his dick where it met his balls and pulled back to run her tongue up his shaft.

“Not at all. I’ve just never knew a woman who was so into cock.”

“Your cock,” she said, continuing to paint his dick with her saliva. “No one else’s cock.”

“That just makes it more rare.”

“Your friends’ wives don’t…” she stopped talking as her lips took in the head of his dick. Her tongue ran around the head before she pulled her head off his dick with a soft sounding pop. “… Don’t do this to your friends’ cocks?”

“Very few and with far less frequency if I understand correctly.”

She was bobbing her head on his shaft. The words “Aren’t you lucky?” escaped her lips between bobs.

“I said I wasn’t complaining. Just curious.”

She stopped. Her hands were behind her back. “You really don’t know? I thought it was obvious.” She continue to suck his dick.

His pleasure was reaching a tipping point. His hands took hold of the sides of her head. She released a soft moan as he took control. His hands pulled her down his shaft, his hips pushed his cock forward. He repeated these motions several times before pulling her head off his cock. She inhaled hastily and deeply before he pulled her back onto his shaft.

The cycle repeated although the number of times she traversed his shaft between being let up for air increased. When he released his seed, her face was firmly planted against his groin. He held her there as a few spurts filled her mouth and ran down her throat, pushed past her lips, and leaked out her nose.

By the time he released her and she could breathe, she was light-headed. Tears had run down her face. She felt tissues wiping under her nose. She looked up to see his loving face and she smiled.

“You know I know how much you love to be controlled, right?” He reached under her arms and helped her stand up.

“Yes. I was being naughty.” Her arms wrapped around his waist.

He held the side of her head again. This time to tilt it to the side as he pressed his lips against hers. They kissed for several minutes, tongues darting back and forth. He felt her hand wrapped around his cock. “I think this punishment fit the crime.”

“I think it needs to be repeated in my other holes.”

“Both of them. I don’t know if I have two more in me.”

“Let me go get some water while you figure that out.”

*****

In the morning, he wasn’t in bed with her when she awoke. She didn’t bother getting dressed before seeking him out in his home office. He was using his personal computer at the moment.

“Why are you naked?”

“You ran out of energy last night. My third hole is still waiting.”

“Well, I suppose it will have to wait until I get home tonight. I have a few things I need to get done before I go to work.”

“It will be sad all day.”

“I might need to punish you for burdening me with your ass’ sadness.”

She giggled. “What a thing to say.”

“Indeed. What do you think of this?”

He turned the laptop toward her. She stopped so she could press herself against him as she leaned forward to look at the screen.

On it was an image of a woman on all fours. Various restraints held her in place. The ankles of a man’s feet rested on her back. She was an ottoman.

“Are you trying to tease me wet before you leave?”

“Just a side effect. Look in the upper right.”

That’s when she noticed this was a shopping website. The shopping cart had the ottoman restraints in it.

“I thought, since you want to be out of control, you might find this interesting.”

She slid her finger on the touchpad and clicked checkout. “I have fantasized about making purchases from this particular website for years now. How did you find it?”

As he answered, he completed the checkout process with express shipping. “The firewall sends me alerts, rather frequently, about this ‘compromised’ website you visit. I wasn’t sure if I should buy anything until last night.”

She kissed him. He kissed back. “I love how once you make a decision you immediately act on it,” she said between kisses. “It’s why I can’t resist when you make demands of me.”

“As pleasing as this is, I must go to work. Did you read the page carefully?”

“Many times in the past. I’m thrilled that you’ve bought the self-bondage version.”

“I know what kinds of things you like. This isn’t the only website that causes firewall alerts.”

*****

The ottoman kit arrived two days later around noon. Carol opened it and read the instructions twice. She went to the website and watched the three usage videos, that she had seen many times on her prior visits to the website. That only took an hour. She couldn’t start putting herself into the kit until after dinner. She couldn’t be sure when he’d be home and she didn’t want to become fatigued prematurely.

She hid the box in the guest bedroom and busied herself with other things until she started dinner towards evening.

Donald arrived at home on time and ate dinner as soon as he did. She didn’t mention that the kit had arrived and he expressed no interest in it. When dinner was finished, she asked if he was going to take a shower. He called that a great idea and did so.

While he was in the shower, she brought the kit into the living room. She put on one of her gags. She pulled out the padded base and laid it on the floor in front of the sofa. The base had four auto-locking clamps. She knelt down adjacent to the left side of the base. She brought her left knee forward. When it passed the clamp, it snapped into place. She repeated this with right leg. Her calves and knees felt well-supported. The device was advertised as designed for long term comfort and the way she felt it definitely delivered on it.

She leaned forward and balanced on her elbows making sure her back was somewhat level. She unbent her left arm. When her forearm met the pressure plate, she pushed downward and the clamp snapped around her arm. She did the same with her right arm. She was locked in place.

In silence, she waited for Donald to see the new ottoman in the living room. He arrived a later than she expected. He made no reaction to seeing her there. He sat down and put his feet up on her, no, the ottoman. The television turned on and still he said nothing.

She was beside herself with glee. He was treating her like an ottoman. No one talks to an ottoman. Why would he do so?

After a few minutes, he took a pillow from the sofa and put it between his heels and her back. She was so glad as his heels had been digging into her back.

It was half an hour later when he unexpectedly said, “The website sent an alert that the ottoman kit had been delivered. I was actually surprised when I got home that I hadn’t found you locked in place then.”

A few minutes later, he said, “That was a rather long shower for me if you hadn’t noticed. I hadn’t figured out how I would give you time to surprise me like this. Great idea suggesting the shower!”

Another few minutes later, he said, “Remember three short grunts is your gagged safe word. When you start to feel a bit fatigued, let me know. I don’t want you completely wrecked when we have sex later.”

She was only slightly surprised when his fingers crept between her thighs and rubbed her vag. “As I suspected, you are soaked. I need another half hour if you can make it. Just don’t be a hero.”

When she did make the three grunts, he removed her gag immediately and pressed the releases on her arms and legs. “Are you okay?”

“I’m relatively good. I’m just fucking horny,” she said. She placed a hand on his crotched and found an erection. “And I’m not the only one.”

“No, you aren’t.”

*****

The weight of the tray lightened significantly. She knew what this meant and her arousal somehow rose again. The clamps digging into her mostly numb nipples opened sending a sudden shock of pain through her body. She shuttered. She wasn’t sure if it was moreso because of the sudden pain or the anticipation.

He took a moment to disconnect the tray from the rod behind her.

She was confused. He usually removed her blindfold first. She was surprised at being tipped backward. He picked her up and carried her helpless body out of the den. He loosened the sleeve on her arms and pulled them loose.

She made no sound. She didn’t want him mistaking any sound she made as a safe word. As cuffs were locked around her wrists, she couldn’t hide her excitement.

“That was anticipation, right? You aren’t too tired to go on?”

“-u-kh -e,” she said.

“Fuck you?”

She nodded as vigorously as she could with the clamp around her neck.

“I’m on it.”

He slid her onto the bed and attached chains, already attached to the bed, to the cuffs keeping her arm spread above her head.

Cuffs locked around the ankles of her boots and the chains were latched to them. He pulled the rod out from the loops on the boots and the weights hung beside the top of the bed hit the floor. A pulley system attached to the weights yanked her legs apart.

She turned her head side to side for the first time since locking the collar around her neck to the rod. She was fully exposed to Donald. She could only imagine the glistening on her soaking and engorged labia.

She felt the bed depress as he slowly – maddeningly slowly to her mind – moved toward his prize, and her prize.

“That is one wet pussy,” he said.

It sounded like he was further away than she would have thought from how the bed was moving. He touched that pussy. That wasn’t a finger, she realized. His tongue lapped at her flesh. Oh, god, she thought. She was always surprised when he pleasured her orally. She was usually the one to do so to him. She wanted to cry with joy except she had been on the edge of orgasm for too long. Her body bucked wildly as she orgasmed.

He didn’t stop. Her clitoris was extremely sensitive and this was torturing it. His tongue lashed it like a leathery, wet whip.

Moans escaped non-stop from her gag as if it wasn’t there. After she’d spent nearly four hours standing immobilized in the den, he demonstrated his own stamina by a non-stop assault on her pussy. She had no idea how many times she orgasmed.

When he eventually stopped, she was completely unaware of the short time it took for him to get up on his knees and go from licking her to dicking her. When he finally came, she was completely spent. She was nearly asleep when he removed the gag and blindfold.

Before he could ask her how she felt, she was already snuggled up against him. A satisfied mewing sound escaped her lips. She answered his unasked question by falling asleep.