I knew the club was going to be packed that night, as I had emailed all of Betty's favorite voyeurs an announcement about the unveiling of a new device my pal up in Kenosha had made for me. You see, my Betty was an exhibitionist who loved having her tits played with. In fact, the more you played with them, the more she needed to have a penis in her mouth and vagina.
If I stopped right there, Betty would be the perfect woman.
Betty was also smart, caring, curvy and had a slightly innocent look about her lovely face. She had smallish eyes, but thick sexy lips. And, it must be said, her tits were magnificent. I mean, they were fucking great! Proud and round 36D's, perfectly symmetrical, beautifully curved with prominent but not grotesque nipples. I swear, sometimes I can just sit and look at 'em. Which actually gets Betty turned on. Seriously, I've tied her to a chair, taken off her top, and just sat there and stared at her until she begged me to fuck her.
I am a very lucky man.
But I have not sat on my laurels and simply basked in my Fuck Luck. No sirree! I have endeavored to keep this wonderful person interested and satisfied, and to provide her all the comfort and pleasure I possibly can. Why? Because I am an amazing person? a gentleman? a Knight-Errant? a upstanding dude? a righteous brother? Nope.
I do it because it makes my dick feel good.
The pisser is that she has made me a better person by proximity, like a contact high but with ethics and stuff. I was a libertine for quite a while, which is a French way of saying lying-cheating-asshole-that-fucks-anyone-that-moves-kind-of-guy, but Betty had straightened me out, shown me that you could be happy and honest at the same time. And I have to say, it's the best sex I've ever had. She keeps me honest, and I keep her happy. Tonight, The Escalator Seat would be my instrument of happiness.
As I led her into the Sex Club, Betty was wearing crotch-less black panties, an underwire lacy black bra, a domino mask, high heeled shoes and leather straps with metal rings on her wrists and ankles. We made out way to The Robespierre Room which was as large as a basketball court and filled with beds, racks, ropes and hooks hanging from the ceiling with various implements of sexual destruction scattered about. I led her to the sybarite bench in the middle of the room, where she had been teased and fucked by me many nights before. The bench had been replaced by a saddle looking seat, with a gap in the very center. The saddle was placed on a pneumatic platform that had been crafted to allow a person to lie underneath the saddle in comfort. After gazing at the contraption, Betty looked at me a little nervously.
"Carson, what is that thing?"
"It's a special fuck seat. I had it made special, just for us."
As I spoke those words, i saw her shift her stance, in that certain way which told me she was getting turned on. "And what's the special fuck seat for, Carson?" She said, breathlessly.
"It's to fuck you with, Betty. Here, I'll help you climb up on the seat." I took her by the hand and led her to the device, where she kicked one leg over and saucily settled in like Dale Evans on the Ranch. I shackled her ankles to the straps I had placed on the bottom of the device, and did the same with her wrists, fastening her pale arms firmly by her side. I checked her position and confirmed that there was enough support so she could sit there for hours without her back getting tired. She was now sitting straight up, the shape of the seat making her ass look curvier, and her chest thrust outwards with her nipples just about at head-level to the passerby's. Perfect. Then I turned on the lights, which cast an alternating lurid red and a deep blue light directly onto Betty from above, instantly turning my lingerie clad wife into an Amsterdam-like Display of pulchritudinous abandon.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please. My name is Frederick, and it is my burden to be bound to a Sexual Psychotic. Her name is Eve. Please, come witness her perversion." I opened every exhibitionist session with this announcement, using our fetish names. As the group gathered about, they hushed to a silence, and Betty squirmed in her chair, keenly feeling all the eyes peering out of the shadows, examining every inch of her near naked skin which was as exciting her as much as my penis ever could be. I saw her arms and ankles strain against the straps as she tried to move her pussy around to stimulate her clit, but she couldn't; my design made sure of that. Bwahahaha!
"You see, my friends, even now Eve struggles to maintain the illusion that she is but a normal woman. But lo, the truth is she is an addict to her carnal needs, and to the witnessing thereof." I strode over to the control box, my naked body receiving appreciative looks from the women in the crowd, and some of the men. I had got myself back in shape after meeting Betty, and my cock was a very pleasing 8" with a good thickness, and it was hard as hell right now. At the box, I pulled a lever, and Betty's seat silently glided downwards about half a foot and gently rested. I pulled the same lever and the seat rose back to it's original height. I addressed the room again.
"You must assist me tonight, in denying Eve any contact, save on her tits and nipples. And then, only if she begs, and convinces you that she wants it badly enough. Then, after you have touched her for a period of 90 seconds, if she has pleased you, you may press this button, which will randomly activate The Elevator Seat; as such." I pressed a special combination into the keypad, and the seat began to move up and down about six inches in a regular motion. Then it slowed down, and then switched it's pace, going down fast, and up slow, and then up slow and down fast. "The only way she will get the cock she desires, is to please you, in this manner." Betty shook her head and squirmed in her seat. I withdrew a medium sized dildo from my Bag of Tricks and inserted it into the aperture just below the seat. The I lowered the seat to where the tip of the dildo just began to enter Betty's pussy. Betty smiled until the seat pulled up again, making Betty whimper in frustration. I then pressed the combination code for Random, and took one step away, just close enough to keep her safe but far enough to give people room to properly molest her.
"Please...please, will somebody play with my tits?" Betty said in a meek voice.
Tuxedo Jim stepped forward. He was a regular of the Room, who always wore a tuxedo, except for the pants, of which her wore none. He reached out and with a single finger extended, and barely touched Betty's left nipple.
"Noooo-waah." Betty said, wriggling.
"That's all the touch you get for that weak ass request."
Betty took a deep breath. "Please pinch my nipples, pinch them and play with them, please. Play with my tits, so I can cum."
"That's better.", said Jim. He reached out and took her nipples in his fingers, and pinched them firmly, slowly increasing the pressure, making Betty moan in short gasps. Jim pulled them up a bit, so that Betty's ass was almost hovering over the seat, and then let go suddenly and slapped the Button. The seat descended all the way down in one smooth stroke, impaling Betty on the dildo.
"Ohhhhh God, Yessss!" Betty screamed as the seat lifted her up, and then down in a steady pace for about three strokes, and then ceased in the up position.
