After we got married we decided that our bed was for making love and sleeping and that we would use a separate area for all of the kinky fucking.
So after basically destroying our leather couch, we decided it was time to build our own sex room/dungeon.
We covered the floor, wall to wall with rubber mats. Blacked out the windows and put in ventilation fans in so that I could also hot box myself with my bong if I chose to. We also added a small shower area with toilet, in case we chose to engage in watersports.
We painted the walls and ceiling red. Then we built every type of sexual torture/pleasure furniture that we could and ordered the stuff that we couldn't make. Every thing in the room was red and black except for the toilet. We even put black candle style wall sconces on the wall for added effect.
I was very impressed with how everything turned out. This was now my favorite room in the house.
Other then the Queening chair, my favorite piece of furniture was the whipping stool. We built it similar to a massage table. You would lay face down with your face in the hole where elastic covers your eyes and supports your head as well as a strap across the back of your head. The table stops at the waist which also has pads to force your ass up in the air. Then your knees would rest on on another set of padded boards, that spread your legs so there is easy access to both of your holes. There is also a clip to hold the Hitachi wand directly on my clit. There are numerous straps to secure you so that you can't move. You are completely at the mercy of the other person. It is such an amazing piece.
One evening after an amazing session in the play room, I suggested that we go back to Jamaica for our anniversary.
My husband said, "We just spent a small fortune on this room. How are we going to pay for another week in Jamaica?"
"You'll figure something out. Yourta smart guy." I said with a wink as I lit my bong and took a huge rip.
Then with a smirk I said, "Well, I guess you can whore you out and charge people to fuck me. We've made money selling my pussy before."
"You only did that one time. And it was with the guy we used as a bull the first time we did a cuckold. Besides you would have to do it quite a few times to make enough money to go to Jamaica. Depending on how much you charged guys." He replied.
"Hmmm." I said.
"Are you being seriously? You are fucking high as a kite." He asked with a chuckle.
I giggled and coughed as I exhaled and said, "Just don't pimp me out more then a few times a month. I don't want you to get dependent on all that extra money."
He playfully pushed me over as he walked by and said, " You silly little stoner slut."
We didn't really talk about it anymore so I kind of forgot about it. We had regular play sessions in our dungeon room over the next couple of months, which usually ended up with one of us (mostly me) strapped naked to something in there.
I came home from work one afternoon, there was a new peak-a-boo corset, garder belt and thigh high stockings laid out on the bed with a note that said, "Prep yourself and put this on. Have your hair tied back in a tight ponytail. Meet me in the dungeon room at 6pm."
It was already after 5, so I quickly stripped and jumped in the shower. I shaved my snatch, gave myself a quick enema and jumped out and dried off. I put on the request outfit, and pulled my hair into a tight ponytail and headed down the hallway.
I open the door and stepped in. i still marvel at how well it turned out. My husband wasn't in there so I got my bowl from the shelf and packed with weed. I took a couple of hits, to help me relax. I was just bringing it to my mouth for another hit when the door opened and in walked my husband.
He looked over at me as I was exhaling and I said, " What's on the agenda for tonight stud?"
"Get on the whipping table." He said as he started to remove his belt. "Good thing you are already high."
He laid his belt down on the ottoman and helped me up on to the table. After he go my knees in place and legs fastened, he kissed me deeply and said,
"I hope that you enjoy this as much as I will."
"I am sure that I will babe." I said with a giggle.
He helped get into position and began to latch buckles and tighten straps. I was totally unable to move.
"Are you comfortable my love?" He asked.
"Oh yes daddy. I'm ready for whatever you want to do to me." I replied.
"Good." He said as I heard the squish of his feet on the rubber mats as he walked away.
Then I heard the door open and he said, "Alright it $100 for a blowjob, $150 for a blowjob and fucking her pussy and $200 if you want to fuck her asshole too."
Then I heard 2 other voices that I didn't not recognize. The first one said, "Sounds great."
The second one said, "Okay here's $200."
"What to fuck is going on here?" I shouted.
"You said I should pimp you out, I'm only doing what you wanted babe." My husband said in a very condescending tone. "I figured you couldn't tell me no if you were unable to move or stop me."
"Fine, whatever asshole, just make them wear condoms." I shot back.
I then felt someone fingers my pussy. They started out slowly, twisting their fingers and they worked them in and out. It felt really good so I started hunching my hips as much as I could moved them as I was enjoying being fingered by this stranger.
Just then I felt a condom covered cock press against my lips. I tried to keep my closed so that this second guys cock couldn't go in my mouth.
"She won't open her mouth." He said.
I felt the sharp sting of a belt across my ass cheeks as my Husband said, "Open your mouth slut! We want them to get their money's worth."
I opened my mouth as he hunched up, shoving his cock to the back of my throat.
The guy behind me had pulled his fingers out of my pussy and and began to shove his cock in to my pussy. I felt my pussy stretching as he was shoving his cock in and out making sure he slammed hard into my ass cheeks with every thrust.
The guy in front of was hunching up and fucking my mouth hard. Due to being strapped down, I couldn't pull my head back and had to accept every deep thrust of his cock. He would hit the back of my throat every few strokes and cause me to gag.
Every time I would gag, my whole body would spasm and cause me to squeeze my pussy hard around the cock that was fucking me.
The guy who was fucking me said, "I would love to feel her pussy without a condom. How much to fuck her bareback?"
Without hesitation my husband said, "$500."
That asshole, I thought as an orgasm shuttered though me.
Both guys stopped and heard bare feet squeaking on the rubber floor.
Then I heard my husband say, "Thank you." as a bare cock was shoved in my open mouth.
The onslaught to my pussy and mouth continued for a few more minutes and I heard the one at my mouth say, "Switch me places I want to fuck her asshole."
He withdrew his cock from my mouth as the other pulled out of my pussy.
I heard their feet squeak as they walked beside me to switch places.
The one now at my rear stroked his cock cock up and down my pussy a couple of times to get the tip wet.
My husband said, "Here, use this."
I'm assuming he handled him some lube,
I felt the cold slimy feel of it as he positioned the tip of his cock against my asshole.
Slowly he started pushing his cock into my asshole. I attempted to scream, but was force fed a cock before I could get it out.
I screamed around the cock in my mouth as the other guy forced his cock into my asshole.