BDSMish, husband and wife build and test their own sex toys. Bit of loving couple, mixed with a high pain tolerance.
Wrapped in thick leather cuffs, My beloved wife hung from her wrists in our candle lit basement. Her hands barely over her head, the slack allowing her to arch her bubble butt out as she teetered on five inch heels. Her ass was full of my cock and to keep It extra fun, I held a palm vibrator against her clit. Jen moaned, but didn't dare open her mouth and drop the leather bit she held between her teeth. Why was she so motivated to continue biting down? The leather pad was connected to several lead fishing weights, which were in turn connected to the chain running to her nipple clamps. An uncontrolled open mouth moan and the weights would instantly drop, inflicting untold pain on her already sensitive nips. The cool kids call this predicament bondage. We call it Saturday night.
Before we walk through my efforts to make my wife scream, let's first talk about how we got here. The bit she is currently drooling on is my own creation, as is the motorized chain she is hanging from and the spanking bench in the background. In fact, our spacious basement is largely full of equipment we have built ourselves.
Maybe some background will help. We are both mid thirties, have solid careers and an all encompassing kinky streak. Jen is five foot eight, 34 DD tits and curvy hips with big blonde hair. I'm six foot four and very fit. We've been together for close to a decade and have added a new string of kinks each year. Dress up, anal orgasm denial, remote control vibrators and a fair bit of bondage.
Building our own toys began with the weighted nipple clamps a few years back. Jen has a ridiculously high pain threshold and loves some rough play mixed with her pleasure.
A hard twist of her nipple while I eat her out will induce leg shaking orgasms and spankings that leave handprints are preferred over light touching.
A quasi dare that I couldn't make her scream inspired the leather bit/clamps. It's initial usage was with Jen's hands cuffed behind her back and her body propped up against our headboard. Legs bent and my face between her legs completed the picture. It didn't take long before a lubricated finger in her ass and a motivated tongue on her clit elicited the very scream she denied was possible. The result was the weights dropping down her stomach and yanking on her nipples hard enough to elicit another scream and a very unexpected and violent orgasm. My face was soaked and her thighs quivered for an almost alarming amount of time.
Jen laid quote for a moment, eyes closed and breathing heavy.
"I know you need to cum, just fuck me any way you want, I don't have enough energy to even move."
I don't have to be asked twice and rolled her over, using the pillows that had propped her up against the headboard under her hips to push her ass out. Still cuffed, Jen put up little resistance as I slid my cock into her already lubed ass. It didn't take long and I came harder than I could ever remember cumming and bellowed as I slammed my cock up her tight butt.
Now it was both of us laying in bed breathing hard and enjoying the afterglow. "Fuck, that was hot, I need more of that kind of fucking" shared Jen in a breathy tone before passing out. I uncuffed her lifeless form and began planning my next sex toy build.
Later that week she asked where I got the clamp apparatus and I explained I had made it. Jen asked what else I could make and within a few months we had dreamt up and built quite the array of equipment.
My favorite is the in-ceiling winch that holds her wrists above her head at just the perfect angle. If I want her stretched out with tits prominent I can retract it a bit, pulling her arms up. If I need her to be a little more slack so she can bend at the waist and offer up her beautiful pussy and ass, I hit the remote and the hidden winch feeds a few more inches of cable down from the ceiling.
Last month I placed Jen under the cable, cuffed her hands behind her back and hooked the line to her nipple clamps.
"Tell me you're my personal slut and you'll do anything to make my cock feel good."
Jen looks at me with one eyebrow raised and shook her head no. I hit the button pulling the slack out of the cable and adding a slight tension to the clamps torturing Jens nipples. Her eyes went wide.
"Come on, tell me your my personal slut, I want to hear it."
Jen just stared at me.
Ok then, a bit more tension on the line and maybe some real pain in her nipples. Jen yipped and raised up on her toes to alleviate the tension in her aching tits.
"Well, do you have anything to say?"
Jen looked a little worried, but said nothing.
