Sue’s Idea
by ChainedInSatin
Terry’s Idea By ChainedInSatin
In their last adventure, Sue had undergone an unexpectedly long session at the hands of Terry. Although in fairness, the experience had been a pleasant one for her. She had been strapped to a diabolical chair of Terry's own devising. Every orifice plugged and connected to numerous diabolical machines. And he had left her like that for three days! Unable to escape the machine forced her to multiple orgasms and extreme stimulation, her bound body, clad in a corset and bridal gown, wanting to escape but unable to do so. Sue must have her revenge.

Terry had been convalescing for a number of weeks now, and was fit enough for whatever I could come up with she mused. Terry and sue often switched roles, although Terry was usually the 'top'. This time she would most definitely take charge. But the punishment must fit the crime, with an extra measure of something special. There must be a suitable punishment for him thinking the chair up in the first place. 

She racked her brains for ideas, looking through their extensive wardrobe, books and the Internet for inspiration. She liked the idea of forcing him to orgasm, repeatedly and without mercy. But how was she to do it? She certainly wasn’t going to sit there doing it, she might watch though.

Several searches on the Internet revealed at least part of the solution. The forcing of a male to repeated orgasm is referred to as 'milking', and a device not unlike a cow milking machine could be used for the purpose. This machine used a combination of vacuum and a rhythmic pumping action to force even 'unwilling' participants to full height. Perfect. One credit card transaction later and the device was on its way, with a few 'special' adaptations of her own devising.

She knew now how to exact her revenge. She had a vague idea of what he would be wearing. Fairs fair she thought, he wanted me in a particular outfit, I’ve got just the thing for him. Her searches on the Internet had revealed the other items she would need. Some specialist suppliers were more than happy to help her with her requests. Several more purchases ensured that she would be ready when the allotted day arrived.

Terry was sat in the living room watching television when the doorbell rang. Sue was sat across from him reading yet another book, looked up as he walked to the door. She knew full well who was at the door, but thought it better he answer it, as she would be unable to assist anyway.
 
Terry answered the door to two deliverymen. They carried a large crate seven foot long between them.. By the sweat across their brows and their heavy breathing it was obviously very heavy. Another crate could be seen perched on the back of the delivery lorry.
"Two parcels for Mrs. Jones sir." Terry signed for the crates as sue joined him.
"Ah my furniture has arrived!"
"What are these things then? They look pretty big."
"Fetch your crow-bar and you will find out..."
Terry slapped her on her behind as he made his way to the workshop to fetch his crowbar. Sue slipped the packing sheet from its envelope and checked the crate numbers to see which one was her 'special' crate.

After Terry returned, she got him to pry open the non-special crate. After much grunting and splitting of timber the lid came away, spilling mountains of polystyrene beads all over the floor. Contained within the crate was a life size replica of the Tutenkamen casket.
"What’s this then?" Terry looked impressed.
"It’s a drinks cabinet, open it and see"
A small key was present in the side of the casket, he turned it and the case swung open, revealing a red velvet interior with glass shelves top to bottom.
"Very nice, for the living room I presume?"
Sue nodded.
"If you could put them both in the front room either side of the fireplace. I want them there when my friends come over tonight."

Sue had arranged for some of her old friends to drop by for a girly night in. These usually included a weepy video from the rental store, wine and gossip. Terry normally made himself scarce in his workshop when these events took place, preferring the solitude of his tools and projects than the company of his wife’s friends. 

Terry sighed and began hauling the casket out from the crate.
Sue offered moral support, before deciding to make herself busy, leaving him to his work. 

After clearing the rubbish away from the first casket. Terry pried open the second crate. The casket was very similar in appearance to the first. The design on the front was more feminine in some way. He tried to open it but found the lid would not budge. He gave it another pull. No movement at all, not even an inch. This casket also seemed heavier than the first. But Terry put this down to the fact he was tiring. Closer examination revealed why the casket would not open.
"Sue, the key is missing for the second casket..." Terry yelled, not too sure as to where she was.
Sue replied from upstairs,
"Damn, I will ring them later on and get them to send another key out in the post."
This was a lie. She already had the key. It had been posted to her earlier. She did not want Terry to see what was in the casket just yet, that was to come later.

Terry finished clearing up and stepped back to admire the caskets around the fireplace. They looked beautiful, the down lighters overhead enhancing the bright colors and intricate designs of the casket lids. Sue had appeared at his side; leaning on his shoulder they both admired the caskets.
"Sure do look good there, where did you come up with idea for them?"
"Just looking around the Internet, saw this website and thought they would look good. Have you plugged them in yet?"
"Yes, there’s power outlets either side of the fireplace, although I cant check to see if the locked one lights up."
"I am sure it will." Sue smirked, and began stroking Terry’s chest,
"I though we might waste some time before my friends arrive?"
Terry put his arm around her...
"You have something in mind then?"
"You’ll see, but I’m in charge okay?"
Terry nodded as sue pulled him towards the stairs to their bedroom. He was so easy to manipulate…

Terry went to freshen up as sue prepared the things she would need in the bedroom, the ubiquitous bag on the floor containing the items she did not want terry to see just yet. He came into the room and Sue ordered him to strip.
He deposited his clothes on the floor in an unruly pile, making sue frown. She spun him round and bound his hands behind his back with ribbon.
"Now you are going to do exactly as I tell you..."
Terry nodded. She slapped his behind and reached into her bag to fetch the first of many items. It was a hood. A solid protrusion inserted into the mouth, a breathing hole at its center. Two small eyeholes ensured he could still see for the moment. She pulled the hood over his head and began lacing the rear closure making sure the leather of the hood was pulled taught. Sue fetched the next item from the bag. A royal blue, satin scarf. She tied this around his eyes, covering over the small eyeholes, Temporarily blinding him. She didn’t want him to see everything just yet. The next item was a posture collar. She placed this round his neck and buckled it tight. A small padlock locked it on. 

Sue untied terry’s hands and he compliantly let her re-tie them above his head to a hook protruding from the ceiling. She forced his legs apart and using some K-Y, lubed his exit. Terry wasn’t a great fan of anal play, but she liked it and this was her scene, he was after all at her mercy. She inserted the inflatable butt plug into his rectum and gave it a few pumps before making sure the valve was sealed before detaching the pump. The next item was a black satin corset. The corset was full length above the bust and down over his knees. A cutout at the front allowed his now erect manhood to pass through unhindered. She had soaked the leather laces of the corset earlier, ensuring that as they dried, the corset would become tighter. She attached straps from the posture collar to the corset, these locking with more small padlocks, and then began tightening the corset. Once she reached the sufficient level of tightness she required, she tied off the laces, and zipped a flap over them, which naturally secured with yet another padlock. Sue fetched the last few items of this stage of terry's bondage from the bag and placed them on the bed. 

First up was a shiny black patent leather pair of high-heeled shoes complete with locking ankle straps. She placed the shoes on Terry's feet and fetched the last item from the bed. The last item was the sheath to the milking machine. It almost resembled a bizarre chastity belt after the modifications sue had specified had been applied. She lubricated Terry’s shaft with the K-Y. She took delight in his reaction as she slid her fingers up and down his length, Terry emitting pleasured moans and shifting his weight on the high-heeled shoes. This would be the last lubrication he would need, as the sheath was self-lubricating from a sizeable reservoir.  She slipped his manhood into the sheath and began securing the straps from the device to the corset. Terry was now confused, he thought he was going to be pleasured by hand. He had no idea what she was up to and was curious to see what was attached to his throbbing member. Sue went to the closet and removed Terry’s costume for the evening from its hanger. 
 
Terry felt his blindfold being removed. He blinked his eyes to readjust to the sudden influx of light, although his field of view restricted by both the posture collar and the small eye openings in his hood. Sue then reappeared in front of him, in her hands hung a black satin French maids costume. Several layers of petticoat stuck out from beneath its shiny skirt. Terry mumbled something into his gag in surprise at which point sue smiled and dropped to his feet. She lifted terry’s feet one by one into the dress. Terry again tried to look down to see what Sue had placed on his shaft. But the posture collar made looking directly ahead the only option. Sue pulled the dress up to his waist and began zipping the dress up to just below where his 'breasts' would be. Sue untied his right hand from the ceiling and slipped a shoulder length opera glove up his arm. She finished his restraint by placing his hand into a leather mitt, again secured using a small padlock. This prevented him from using his fingers. She passed his now useless hand through the sleeve of the dress and locked the mitt to a D ring fixed toward the bottom of the corset as it protruded below the petticoats. Sue repeated the action with his left hand, and pulled the dress onto his shoulders. She secured the zip at the top of its travel with another padlock. 

His hands no longer attached to the ceiling, he could conceivably move around, but with his arms pulled straight down, and his fingers curled up uselessly, there was little he could do. Sue stepped back to admire her handiwork. Apart from the sheath, which lifted the hem of his dress, Terry’s sex was now indeterminate. The corset shaped his body into more feminine curves, the cups of the corset giving him a false bosom. The inclusion of the high-necked French maids dress was the finishing touch to the fetish icon she had created.

Sue attached terry’s posture collar to the ceiling with a length of chain and disappeared from his view. She returned several minutes later carrying her chastity belt and a padlock. She disrobed and placed the chastity belt around her waist. It was of a design that would allow her to wear it under her clothes without fear of it showing. A small rubber phallus rose from the front, which she slipped into her moist opening. Sue locked the belt around her waist and taking the key, she showed it to terry. Sue approached terry and with deliberate care, she dropped the key down inside the front of Terry's Maids dress and into the  'cleavage' formed by the corset. Removal of the chastity belt was now impossible without letting him out of his bondage first. She then slipped a bra on and into her favorite outfit of a floor length black flowing satin skirt with white cowl necked blouse.
 
Terry was confused. Sue liked to dress terry up every now and again. She also liked to tie him up every now and again. Hell, he liked dressing and tying her up. But she rarely denied herself the enjoyment of his predicament. Sue had walked behind terry and replaced the silk scarf around his eyes. He felt her detach the chain.
"I need you to follow me now my little maid." Giving him a little tug on the chain.

Terry obliged as far as he could, his steps short from the shoes on his feet, the constriction of the corset around his thighs, knees and the discomfort from the intruder in his rear. The tightness of the corset causing him to take short breath’s. Moving slowly, Sue led him carefully down the stairs and into the front room. Removing his blindfold he could now see he was facing the locked sarcophagus. Sue walked over to it and produced a key. Surprise registered in his mind as how she had obviously been planning the whole thing. A deep feeling of anxiety at what lay ahead not entered him. Swinging the door open he could also see why she had not wanted him to look inside until now. 

The interior was heavily padded in shiny black latex rubber. A rough cutout of a body was inside the casket. A depression inside the padded lid allowed the occupiers face to sit just behind the sarcophagus’s death mask. Providing air through its nostrils and limited view through the heavily tinted eyes. Straps hung every few inches down the cutout inside, and their use was obvious. Sue pushed terry into the casket, his body fitting roughly into the shaped cutout. She then began securing the straps across this body. More straps at his ankles, above and below his knees, his thighs, across his waist and chest, ensured he could not escape. Sue bent down and began fiddling with whatever she had attached to his manhood earlier and stood up.
"Okay, I think I have left you long enough. You thought you had got away with that little stunt with the chair. Well I hadn’t forgot, and this is my method of compensation. I have some friends coming over tonight and you are going to stand in the corner like a good boy nice and quiet. If you make so much as a peep, there will be consequences."

Sue closed the lid to the casket and locked the door. Terry could still see, but was unsure of how much noise she would hear outside of the casket with the highly effective gag that was built into the hood. Sue disappeared from his view again and he could hear her around the back of the casket. She reappeared with what appeared to be a remote control in her hand and pointed it at the casket. A loud click startled Terry; the casket had built in earphones.

"Now that you are comfortable, I will explain how this works. Attached to your penis is a device called a milker. The manufacturer assures me it can drag out an orgasm out of even the most impotent of men. So you should be very little trouble for it. Every time you come, a small sensor in the end of the milker detects this and shuts down for a few minutes. This should give you time to recover. However, if you make any noise at all in there, the milker will run for twenty minutes regardless of if you have come or not. You are guaranteed at least three orgasms an hour. The device is self-lubricating and will not let you run dry as they say. Have fun!"

With that sue pressed a button on the remote. Almost at once the lining of the casket began to inflate. Pushing Terry harder and harder into the lining until movement was all but impossible. The increased pressure of the lining pulled him off his feet and into the center of the casket against the straps.  He felt his whole body being overcome all around with constant pressure. Almost at once the pressure stopped. Terry could not move even a finger. His breathing was still okay; the pressure seemed less around his chest. Only his face was free of it entirely, but the hood prevented this from being of any use. He heard a strange hissing noise and felt the sheath across his penis begin to pulsate. The device made stroking motions across his length, slow at first but gaining in speed and intensity. Terry tried to push his hips against the device, desperate for release, but the machine simply carried on pumping.. He could feel his urge rising and was powerless from reaching his peak. He thrashed in his bindings, but could not move more than a few millimeters, the bindings holding him fast. The sensation lasted much longer then usual because the milker did not stop.. He attempted to relax, the feeling spent. But the infernal machine kept going. Terry panicked as he felt his erection waning but was powerless to prevent the suction pulling his manhood deep into the device, stimulating him further with waves of unbearable pleasure. She had said the machine would shut down when it detected his discharge!

Sue stepped back from the casket. Only she would know what it contained. She worried about if she had gotten the settings right. She never was very good with timers and such; the instructions were very complicated after all. Never mind she thought. I’m sure he is enjoying himself. I might even let him out tomorrow, if only to get rid of this chastity belt. And with that the doorbell rang signifying the arrival of her guests for what was likely to be a long and interesting evening….

To be continued….
 
 

22.05.03