Part 2: New Toy
Two weeks after Chris's birthday, the stockade remained in the centre of the living room, a since-unused monument to the adventures of that weekend.
Chris said to Lexy, one evening, "what are your plans for that?" gesturing towards the apparatus.
"Well, I know you enjoyed it." she told him, "but I'm not sure how I feel about it."
"Honestly," he admitted, "I'd like to come home to find you locked into it every night. That was the best weekend of my life!"
She smiled, sweetly. "I know it was! And you're welcome," she told him, "but, you know, I'm not sure how I feel about it."
"It seemed to me that you enjoyed it a lot!" he told her. "You came about 6 times!"
"Yeah. I guess. But, there were bits of it I didn't enjoy." She said. "Like being whipped. That hurt! And being ass-fucked. I only did that for you. And the nipple clamps."
"I understand," he assured her, "but the addition of those unpleasant things ultimately resulted in more intense climaxes, and the reward far outweighed the price in the end. Don't you think?"
"Well, I'd be willing to try it again." she agreed. "Just you and me. The thought definitely turns me on, but I'm still not really sure."
They agreed that on the next Friday, she'd be there waiting for him when he came home.
"And I can do whatever I want to you?" he asked.
"Yes, whatever you want. Like last time. But just you." she agreed.
On Friday morning, she was wet with anticipation. Despite her reservations, deep inside she knew that she enjoyed the last time, and the thought of doing it again was really exciting her. She raced around the house getting the housework done, then bathed and shaved and got herself dressed into the corset, as well as a pair of long black stiletto boots she had purchased, on a whim, during the week because they matched the corset. Then she laid out the various toys, as she had done last time, and placed herself into the stockade.
This time, she found herself much more nervous than she had been last time. The wait seemed like an eternity, and her mind raced. She found herself rocking back and forth, as far as the tight breast belts would allow, trying to increase the stimulation from the dildo in her pussy, her unanswered arousal driving her mad.
When, at long last, he finally arrived home, she had expected him to use her mouth as he had done last time, but he didn't. Instead, he removed the breast straps and replaced them with the breast vice device, which consisted of two parallel bars with a screw handle to clamp them together. He tightened the vice across her breasts, winding the handle tighter and tighter until she, first, began to groan, and finally, started to cry out as they squeezed her breasts brutally.
He then squeezed her nipples with surgical clamps, locking them closed tightly around her nubs. Then, one by one, he pressed a 10-gauge piercing needle through between the prongs of the clamps, piercing her nipples. She squealed as the needles cut through her sensitive flesh, then again, as he pulled the needle through, threading the thick bars through her nipples.
He then placed a u-shaped shackle device over the ends of each bar and capped the bars with screw-on end balls.
Once this was complete, he removed the dildos from her ass and pussy, and repeated the process using a 14-gauge needle and jewellery, on her clit.
At the feeling of the clamp being placed on her clitoris, and the realisation of what he was about to do to her most sensitive area, she began violently shaking her head, begging him incoherently not to do it, and struggling to escape the bondage of the stockade.