The Room (of Mrs. Alonso) - Part3

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

Part 3 - The Good Doggy Device

Having gained access to this strange room made everything worthwhile. Indeed she now found it exciting, having to put up with all her eccentricities and more, in exchange for sneaking down there.

Now Ariel looked at the contraptions and each one seemed more intimidating than the others, apart from the fact that some of them would force her to be in a humiliating pose. Such was the case with the wooden pole, known in the Middle Ages as 'The Pillory', which would trap her head and hands, forcing her to crouch. Arial bit her lip, tempted to stick her head and hands in it right now, but she ruled it out, because she would need someone else, to use this one. Then there was the St. Andrews Cross... an interesting choice. But then she noticed a metal contraption and it had a name that captivated her: 'Good Doggy'.

"OH MY GODS!" she said while walking up to it, feeling like her heart was going to burst out of her chest.

That thing was basically a low platform, with a black latex cushion. A one end there was a metal arch, which had the same function as 'The Pillory', that was to trap her neck and wrists. In addition to having two shackles on the other end, to immobilize her ankles and force her to maintain the doggy style posture.

"Are you going to force this bitch to be a good little bitch?" she said with a purr as she explored the surface of the thing with her fingertips.

The metal felt cold, almost icy, an almost impossible contrast, considering the pleasant temperature in the room. Or maybe it was just that Ariel was too excited and horny to notice otherwise?

"Will you force me to have pleasure before...?" Ariel's voice broke with arousal before she could finish the sentence, while her other hand willingly pinched her hard nipple. "Of... of... of releasing me?"

Curious then she explored the pieces, all of them had a manual lock, plus a locking ring to use a padlock on it. The idea of accidentally getting caught in that, with a powerful dildo in her pussy made her eager to try it as she was getting reckless.

Ariel went back to the dresser and searched through the drawers until she found the six things she was looking for. First she found five safety padlocks with their keys. Then it took her a while to decide which dildo to use, there were as many options as there were models. Finally she settled on a blue one, rubbery, brutally ribbed, with a powerful motor, and the ability to load it with some gel, or even semen, so that it would fill her up just when the dildo's sensors detected that she was having an orgasm.

But before she left, her gaze came to rest on the shoe rack... at first not quite knowing why she was looking at it, since it had all the high heels that every girl like her should have, until she saw the pair of shoes that were the evil sisters of the 'So Kate's'. They only differed in one thing, these had a strap that would cross her instep and prevent them from falling off or that she could take them off, without unbuckling the buckle of those straps.

Now yes, with her new heels, imprisoning her feet, she delighted in listening to the crunching sound her heels produced, clacking against the parquet floor. They weren't really comfortable, no. Nor were they good for much walking in them, her feet were already resisting. On the one hand, because of the height of the heels and on the other hand as she was a modern woman, she didn't understand why women had to wear heels to be elegant or beautiful...

Well, not anymore, that was the old Ariel. This Ariel didn't care that they were uncomfortable, she ignored the discomfort her feet felt. She wore expensive heels, high, elegant, stylish, designed to show off, to be above the rest. A reflection of vanity, pride. Shoes she deserved.

to be continued...