A makeshift frame, this was a spur of the moment thing. While she was at work, he cleaned the garage and found some PVC pipe, the primer and cement to glue it together, some pin hinges, and some zip ties. He measured as best he could, guessing at what he was building in relation to her size. She was short, only five foot, one-half inch, and in most cases couldn't reach upper shelves, or anything too far buried.
He loved her, loved her dearly, but she was a cold one. Very smart, pretty, confident and confrontational, she brooked no argument and always got what she wanted. She was the master of their domain and he resented her for it. He had his moments of control, but it didn't take much for her to take him down. She knew all the big words and how to use them. She was very expressive, having mastered the "murder look". She was also proud of being vindictive, but only for a true wrong; nothing accidental or unintentionally mean fell in her path, but if you seriously fucked with her, she'd fuck you back and make sure you were scarred by it. Corporate types, lawyers, authority figures, none were immune. She had the disconcerting habit of looking you right in the eye, and for calling bullshit.
She always said she won the gold medal in the Asshole Olympics. She didn't always laugh when she did.
He loved to fuck her. Always tight, it was literally like fucking a virgin all the time. She got really wet and ready, but if she wasn't, lube was a complete necessity. Her clitoris was like a small strawberry, her lips were full and pink, her asshole a pinkish-brown, more pink than brown, and it was all waxed as smooth as a baby's butt. She even went so far as to wax it herself.
She had a big ass. It didn't matter how much she weighed, her ass was big. She'd gone through some sizes during the years, from really nicely shaped to really overweight and back again. The one constant was her big ass. He loved to fuck her ass, and she let him a few times. The first time she was kinda drunk. She got funny when she drank, it was the only time she was sure to not be mean unless you purposely fucked with her. He started licking it, and knew that she pretended she didn't know what he was doing. She questioned him as in, "Gee, what are you doing? It sure feels good" and he'd just vaguely answered that he was licking on her. He'd attempt every now and then when they were fucking and she was in a good mood but she'd almost always say no even to him tonguing her a little bit. It was sad, really, because she loved it and he loved it, but it was a whole respect thing. A friend of hers had broken up with his girlfriend, and the girl was ragging on him, trying to make him feel bad. His parting shot was, "All that's okay because I got to fuck a whore in the ass."
And that comment set her tone. Her thought was that if she admitted that she loved it hard in the ass, he would use it against her one day like her friend did his girlfriend. She didn't realize the difference was that he would love her no matter what she did. After all, if he could put up with the shit she put him through daily, reaming her rim was like eating the most amazing cake after a dinner of broken glass.
So he put all those things together in his head and they gelled into this: a frame of PVC that would fit against the bed that he could strap her to. That he could bend her over on and spank her (something he thought she would love, but only got a dirty look for when suggested) or fuck her or do her ass. He got her a pair of nipple clamps years ago but never gave them to her. The time never seemed right, so they were still in the little velvet bag in the back of his top drawer. So he now had nipple clamps and a frame that had hinges on either side at waist height, lube and a hardon.
She came home, did the whole evening thing, took a shower and sat down with a drink to watch some television. He made a point to be solicitous; getting her a couple of refills, making sure she had everything she needed. When she was relaxed, he told her he wanted to fuck her. She gave him a look that he wasn't sure how to read because of the booze. He took it as an opportunity to press on. He told her he wanted to do some special things to make her feel good, and that she could trust him. She giggled that she knew she could trust him, and he took that as a go.
He got her into the bedroom and got her clothes off. Starting with a quick but thorough massage, he relaxed her further. Then he pulled the frame from the closet. She eyed it expectantly but questioningly at the same time. He told her he'd made it for her and really wanted her to try it out because he knew she would like it. She reluctantly let him tie her to the frame. The zip ties were too harsh, so he got some of her scarves and used those. He was surprised that she was letting him go so far, but maybe after being in control all the time, she needed something like this. He tied her ankles to the lower corners and her wrists to the top. The frame was actually a bit too wide, so her legs were spread more than he intended, but she seemed okay. He continued rubbing her body, keeping her comfortable. He asked if she was ready for something new, and at a nod, he got the clamps out.
Standing in front of her, he bent and kissed her nipples, sucking and rubbing them until they were hard, swollen nubs. He pinched them and she arched toward him, groaning for more. Continuing to lick and suck the left one, he pinched the right until it would get no harder. Twisting to gauge the extent of what she could stand, he spun the setscrew on the clamp about halfway back and popped it on. It took her a few seconds to realize that it was no longer his fingers pinching her, and began to protest. He knew she loved her nipples played with while he was eating her because it was sensation in all the good spots, so, whispering, "Watch this", he went back to pinching the nipple with no clamp and with his free hand, free because of the clamp, stroked down her body and circled her clit with his thumb. "See the benefits of accessories?" he asked, and her response was a contented moan.
He clamped the other nipple, still rubbing her clit, dipping his fingers into her wetness, and moved up to kiss her. He buried his tongue in her mouth, circling her own, the faint taste of alcohol still on her breath. He moved the frame to the side of the bed and released the catches to make it bend forward, her belly against the bar that ran across the middle. When she was comfortable on the bed with a pillow, he kneeled behind her and spread her cheeks. He licked her pussy, gently biting and pulling on her lips. He licked lower, sucking her clit making it harder and more swollen. Flattening his tongue against her clit, smoothing its texture, he licked her to orgasm. Her bucking was impeded by the frame, but it didn't stop him from licking her juices while she finished cumming.
He moved to stand behind her and thrust his cock into her still pulsing, tight pussy, massaging her asscheeks at the same time. He kneaded the tender flesh, separating her cheeks to see her tiny, waiting rosebud. She loved when he fucked her, kind of hard but not ramming into her most times because of her smallness. He saved that for when he got her loosened with his fingers and wet enough to ramrod her pussy. He fucked her, fully thrusting in and out, pulling her back against him by her hips. The frame rattled but held firm; he supposed it was a pretty good job for a quickie. He raked his nails down her back, which was one of her favorite things. Not enough to draw blood, but always hard enough that he thought he was going to hurt her. It was why he thought she would like being spanked, the pleasure-pain the same as him leaving nail trails on her soft flesh. She groaned contentedly, arching and undulating her body to match his hands and his dick.
He continued to fuck her, and slipped his finger into his mouth to wet it. He began rubbing it gently across her ass, ending up on her hole. She stopped moving for just a split second, and he felt the intake of breath that was going to precede the question 'what are you doing?' or the demand to stop. He shushed her, telling her that he knew she would like it and to stop him if she could, knowing she couldn't. A split second later, he was massaging it slowly into her ass. She strained a bit at her ties, realizing they weren't going to come loose and slumped to the bed, completely relaxed.
He had his finger buried in her ass, twisting it while pumping in and out. All he was getting from her was "un, un, un" in time with his rhythm. He fucked her harder but not faster, her pussy loosening slightly, wet and slippery inside, her juices coating him. He didn't want to loosen her asshole because he wanted it tight around his cock. He was going to fuck her ass whether she wanted him to or not. She might be angry at first, but he almost didn't care about that because she made him angry all the time. He suddenly realized that he was getting satisfaction out of her being submissive for a change, and the fact that it was not her choice made his dick jump inside of her.
He took his finger out of her ass, watching it twitch for a few seconds, and raked his nails down her asscheeks. She pushed back against him, moaning. He did it again, harder and got the same reaction. A few more times and he got bolder. He slapped her left asscheek then her right.
