Erica in the Playroom.
From Chapter 7 ...
"I think I'd like to experience some of this pain," Erica mused.
"Having your ass smacked and your nipples raked as you cum isn't enough, Miss?" I asked her.
"Hmm ... That's pain during the pleasure. I think I'd like to try the pain first to see if it can be pleasurable immediately," she further mused.
"Now?" I asked.
"If you are willing, Sir?" Erica said demurely.
"Sure, come down to the playroom." ...
Taking her hand but making her walk a little behind me, I led Erica down the hall to our 'playroom'. Opening the door, I walked through with Erica, a submissive half-step behind. Looking around as if she hadn't seen it before, Erica's eyes grew wider and wider.
"You and Harry were both in here last night, remember?" I asked her.
"I was a little overwhelmed last night," Erica replied. "I guess I didn't notice what, or how much, you have in here."
"This was the kid's rumpus room when they were young and still living at home. We moved our playroom down here from the front room, where Anna was teasing you from. We made the change because you can't leave the curtains open with all this in the view from the street! But back here, you either need to be in the room or between our back hedge and the window to see in."
Erica nodded her head. "Makes sense, Sir," she said.
The playroom has the slave cross, low divan, and tables mentioned earlier, as well as a large selection of other kink gear.
There's a sling, a set of stocks, and several padded benches, some straight, some in curves, all with strategically placed holes where a cock can hang through, or be pushed up through, or an ass or pussy can be positioned for easy access by mouth or fingers or dick by someone above or below.
There's even a 'coffin'. In reality, it's merely a padded 7 ft. by 4 ft. at the top, narrowing to a little less than 3 ft. from the hips down, box where a male can lie down, face-up, comfortably.
Once comfortable, the male is securely tied into place with a series of soft leather restraints, including head straps, to stop him from moving from side to side.
The male also has an 'O' ring tied securely in place.
A lid, complete with a series of holes for his cock (depending on the height of said male) and another for where his mouth and nose are, is then securely locked down onto the box. Before going into the box, the male is brought to full arousal. A leather strap is then tied around the base of his shaft and balls, pulling his balls a little away from his shaft (makes it more difficult for him to cum), and tied firmly in place to prevent any loss of erection.
His cock then juts vulgarly out through one of the holes, ready for anyone who wishes to suck or ride on with their pussy or ass.
His nose is outside the box, and his mouth is pressed close to the top of the box so anyone who would like to fuck his mouth or rub their clit across his nose and be tongued through the 'O' ring can.
There's another portable box where the person in the box is forced to kneel with their head out one end and their bare ass out the other.
This box is adjustable, so the box occupant is given very little room to move. They can only move minimally forward or back. The occupier also has an 'O' ring in place, and their mouth and ass and/or pussy are all readily available for anyone to use.
Along one of the walls, there is a vast selection of whips, canes, crops, floggers, paddles, and belts.
Several lidded boxes around the room contain a selection of ropes of various lengths and thicknesses.
Others hold blindfolds ranging from silk scarves to studded leather.
Even more, hold collars and leashes from pretty pink ones to full-on spiked thick padded leather ones.
Clothes racks hold various fetish costumes ranging from a French maid to Policewoman, Wonder Woman to Cher, and Tarzan to He-Man for the guys.
Another wall holds cuffs for hands and ankles, spreader bars and various Velcro restraints.
There is a fishbowl full of condoms and a set of drawers that hold various lubes, stimulating gels and even some toothpaste (just the thing to have on your breath before going down on someone).
Other drawers hold plugs, vibrators and dildos of various lengths and girths, all meticulously cleaned after use, dried and put away by Anna at the end of every session.
Yet another dresser drawer carries various types of strapon harnesses.
Erica was like a kid in a candy store, wandering around, eyes agog, taking down various things and looking at them. Giving the occasional whip, crop or flogger an experimental swish and asking what seemed to me to be a zillion questions as to what some of the items use were?
The ball gags seemed to fascinate her especially. She brought one over to me and asked timidly, "Will you tie this on for me, please, Sir?"
Indicating she should turn around, I reached around her and guided the ball into her gaping mouth. Tying the holding straps firmly into place, I turned her to one of the many mirrors.
Erica tried to say something, but it was utterly incomprehensible said around the ball gag. Laughing, she gave me a thumbs up to indicate she liked how it felt and looked in her mouth.
Indicating the 'flogger wall', I indicated for her to "Choose her preferred pain causer."
Erica happened to take down a much loved, by me, riding crop. This crop was made of carbon fibre with a large padded leather 'clapper' on the end. This is not a crop for the inexperienced. In the wrong hands, it will bring up blood with even the seemingly softest of hits.
With the combined hardness of the carbon fibre and its extreme flexibility, this crop 'whips' viciously at even the smallest of swishes. But, with the large padded 'clappers' on the end, when used correctly, it makes a thunderous whack sound whilst, in reality, doing virtually no damage at all. Great for the mind fuck I so enjoy but causing little to no actual pain.
Taking a breast harness out of one of the many boxes, I quickly encouraged Erica's arms through the holes before strapping it securely around her chest with her tits sticking salaciously through the holes.
Tightening the straps squeezed the circular bands tight around her breasts so that they were lifted and pushed forward. The pressure caused them to start to slowly turn purple.
