I Finaly Did

I finally did it.

Ever since I first started getting the urge I'd dreamed of orgasam denial for me while being forced to give marathon cunilingus sessions to my partner. If I'm honest I have always jumped at the chance of eating fanny so I don't need much forcing. Throw in being locked into some kind of male chastity device and you pretty much have my ideal wanking fantasies. My first wife told me I was sick and refused any bit of it. My second wife, while willing to play would never go quite as far as I wanted.

Not that I'm complaining, Sue would go much further than any other girl I'd met until then. We once went to Amsterdam for four days, I could have spent four days in the sex museum in De Wallen, one of them just looking at the cunilingus chair on display.

My second wife passed away three years ago and I pretty much tried to forget about sex, you can't though can you? Well I cannot!

I am pretty handy. A mechanical engineer by trade and I have a very very well equipped garage. I ran my own company specialising in industrial conveyor maintainance. One day I had a pretty good idea. I patented it, sold it to a big outfit from Manchester and retired. Then I got bored so I switched to making what Sue called "my nefarious devices". I made half a dozen male chastity devices over the years, a couple actually worked.

Without the key or grinding wheels and much heat close to your important bits I wasn't getting out. My second wife played with me with them, but the longest time I ever did in one was, not quite a full day.

I like working with wood as well. I brought up the subject of the cunilingus chair a few times but it was a step too far for her. She let me make her a queening stool with wrist cuffs. We could put that up in the attic when we had visitors staying, but that was as far as it went. I spent a good few hours over the years with my head buried between her thighs. Sometimes in some bondage, sometimes not. Sometimes even with a cock cage locked on but as soon as she had come the cage came off and she would get me off in various ways. That's what she enjoyed so it would have been churlish to argue.

I made her a chastity belt. Though that's exactly what it wasn't I used it to lock toys in her. Used to drive her halfway round the bend. She had been gone now for three years and I miss her still. She would give anything a go.

One of the jobs I'd never got round to and one I really should have done for her, she always wanted a nice shoe/boot rack. She well knew the power her footwear held over me. And she wanted to display them in our room. Sue had a pretty extensive collection of erotic footwear. From classic court shoes to three pairs of what she and her best childhood mate Paula called her "mad heels". She would not wear platform soles but I did get away with buying her, from The Little Shoe Shop a pair of thigh high boots with hidden platforms and a six and a half inch heel. My favourites, I loved them. Loads of other extreme shoes as well. Most had a 5 inch stiletto at least. I talked to Paula, she thought it a fantastic idea to finally do it. She even promised to come round, polish the shoes and arrange them. You just could not leave a job like that to a man.

So approaching her third anniversary I took myself down to our local reclaim wood yard and bought some ridiculously priced Japanese oak. I'd thought about this for years. I knew what I needed. When I got to the counter with my timber the guy on the counter, a friend called Dave said we have a load of black oak going cheep. I thought about it for a moment, but black leather shoes on a black stand. Sue would never have forgiven me! So I bought my yellow Japanese oak, paid for the delivery and went to leave. Outside. I saw the pile of black oak. It was a huge reclaimed staircase. Obviously from a place that should have been listed, it probably was but unless it's grade one with machine gun towers at each corner if some spiv wants it down to build a dozen ugly modern slums it's coming down.

I like oak, specially if it's old, I can turn it and mill it on my tool room lathe and vertical mill. It's just the best wood for working accurately with. I immediately thought of my cunilingus chair. OK I had no one to use the top seat, no one to fasten me in, no one to squeal with delight as I sent her off again int her own hyperspace. That didn't matter a jot, i had a nefarious project. I went back in and bought the lot. I got it for a song and the delivery for both was a one off payment.

I'd taken dozens of photographs of the Dutch chair. Thank god for digital cameras. They gave me a good start, I didn't want a copy though, I wanted something unique. This was going to take some thinking about. I needed to consider this very carefully. When the delivery came I had the wood dropped by my garage door. I put the black stuff away, there is a room above my garage the same size as my garage. I could get six cars in my garage but it's never had a car in it while I've owned it. It would be better described as a workshop but the estate agent we bought the house from called it a garage so garage it still is.

I got to work sketching a drawing of the boot rack. It took me three weeks to make the it. I gave Paula a call, she lived less than a mile away. I was instructed to put the kettle on, she was on her way round, so around she came. She loved it. She took one look and burst into tears. My missus and Paula went back years, they went to school together. Make me one she she sobbed, how could I refuse. If you make me one I'll do all your housework for you. I hate housework and had been considering getting a cleaner in. I agreed on the spot. When the dept was paid I could find someone else unless we came up with an ongoing agreement. Why hadn't I thought of Paula before. She did most of my shopping and other stuff for me. The second rack was a little different it was a bit smaller as well. Sue had a shoe colection that didn't quite rival Imelda Marcos's but she had a few. Paula's only took me a week. So after I dropped the rack off for Paula I set about my chair. It took me six weeks to get something I was happy with. I had a couple of false starts then a good idea or two that caused a bit of backtracking. It was basicly a straight back chair for the domme with low seat for the sub slightly in front and underneath. The Dom is sat upright with the subs head between her legs. Her seat is adjustable for hight and she can slide backwards and forwards on a sliding seat base. Using this to its full advantage she can present either her fanny or arse for her subs attention there is enough slide to enable the use of a gag dildo. Something else I had always wanted to try. It was about this point I stoped thinking about general use and concentrated on the sub being me. I wasn't going to sell it, if it ever was used by two people the likelihood was it would be me and a working girl from Fetlife. Then got to thinking, I wanted to have no choice as to what happens once I was in position.

I made a two piece collar by scoping out a half neck hole from the top seat. The back of the collar was a mirror of the front but two rods fixed to the chair seat and the clamping half of the collar slid along these the clamping half of the collar was held in position by a leaver operated friction lock. Behind my head there was a support consisting of a 4 inch laminated oak cylinder drilled through off centre with a handle and another friction clamping system. This again being used by the Dome to get my head into the best angle for my tong to reach the places she wanted it to reach. I had to alter the bracket hight and increase the cylinder hight to put the push point on my scull and not my atlas and axis joint. I could foresee a nasty accident caused in the throws of passion. Minimal pressure on both these handles by the Dome were completely Irresistible to the victim.

I formed half moon rests for the back of my legs and calfs. My feet were held by substantial stocks, with a hinge and simple drop in pin lock, my knees bent at 90 degrees. Arms were held by two hinged cuffs below the elbows, these I put on swivelling mounts, and locked each with another drop in pin. My hands held by a similar double cuff double hinged with one pin holding them together.

I could easily fasten my self into this chair, the only problem was I could easily get out again and I wanted, needed to lose control. Everything revolved about getting my hands free. What I needed was some way of dropping the final pin Ito position but then for a time at least not be able to remove it.

I had of course read all the self bondage stuff on the Internet. Everyone used melting ice. So why not the same for me. I went to town on the locking pins. I made them from 20mm "silver steel". I had the remains of a bar of 40 mm diameter silver steel in my stock. I used it to turn ball caps for the pins. One pin was left 30 mm longer than the others, on this I turned a "T" shaped end. Then I made a 40mm ice ball mould. I stood the pin in the mould, filled it with water and stuck it in the freezer.

If I could get the pin in its hole with one hand in the cuff and for the benefit of a trial run my other behind my back. It worked well, It took a while for me to escape from the trail run as the ice head dropped halfway into its hole as I had bored these out a little too deep. I had intended lining them with stainless steel ferrules I could not get a grip on the ice head. After a second or two puzzling I stuck a finger of my free hand up through the bottom of the hole lifted the pin and freed myself. My tummy did a flip when I realised with both hands in the cuffs I was stuck if the ice heads didn't work. I made 5 more ice cap pins froze caps to the heads ten times, It worked without a hitch every time.

So not totally immobile but the victim wasn't going anywhere soon. I had been going for a unisex thing at this point but who was i kidding. This was always for me so I built in a clamp for my cock and a mini stock to hold my balls to stop me pulling out. When I trailed it That just didn't work. So I made a second seat for me. It was three inches above the original one but I had enough room to lower the original. I drilled a hole through both and mounted an inch and a quarter stainless steel rod on a 25mm screw. I made a four leg nut for the thread so my imaginary Domme can easily adjust the amount the rod enters the subs arse.

I was ready to test it. As I said I had done a test or two to see how the ice ball cap melted. The pin was frozen as well so it took a couple of hours or there abouts for the ice cap to melt so the pin fell through and released. I set it up and tested it a few times. Very simple very foolproof. I forgot the old engineering adage make something foolproof and someone will make you a better fool.

The morning I decided to a full flying test I ran through everything, I put my favourite cock tube on. It has a uretha tube and anti erection pins. Not too sharp but you don't need needles to make your life very uncomfortable in that particular area. I still had not perfected the cock clamp yet, maybe in a later instalment.

I took the pin out of the freezer and left it out for an hour. I figured an hour would be enough first time around. I adjusted the anal intruder lubed it up with silicon lube and sat on it. I nearly gave up on it at that point and on reflection I had it too far advanced. I put the testicular stock on and dropped the pin in. Next my legs into the ankle restraints and put the pin in I balanced the pin with the ice cap in place, this was the difficult bit. I fitted my double dildo gag and a blindfold. I got the elbow restraint pins in took a deep breath then dropped the ice cap pin in.

After half an hour or so I felt a draught. What!! How was that. Then a hand on my thigh. I was in blind panic mode now. Then my ear was bitten and a nipple pinched. After a second or two I was aware someone was sliding their fanny onto the dildo sticking out of my mouth. The fanny slid away from me and someone started to remove my gag. I'd just about figured out it was Paula. I know I'd locked up and she was the only one with a door key. It wasn't her day to come in but since I'd given her a key she was in and out all the time. "Is that" but before I could get any more out she twisted my nipple again and whispered, be quiet. I did and was rewarded with a large helping of hairy pie. I heard the locking pin drop out but could not do anything about it she had a big leverage advantage to hold the cuff closed, then I sensed she had replaced it with one of the real things, they were a few lying around. I find no sound more of a turn on than a woman giggling when she has you by the plumbs. I was truly at her mercy. My cock knew it too. After I had given her three absolute screamers she took off my blindfold and crouched down and whispered again in my ear. I can pull these pins out and walk out or you get to do something no one has ever done for me before.

Stay or go? And I heard myself "please please stay".

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So six months later, Paula has moved in with me. We are going to let hers out as a holiday rent. We live in the heart of a national park, so holiday rents are good most months of the year. It will give her a bit more money in her purse but she is still insisting on working at least part time for her old governor. For now, we don't need it and if she is working I haven't got her to myself.

We ain't quite doing it lifestyle as such. My daughter, with her kids and Paula's son have habits of dropping in unannounced. That puts a bit of a crimp on it. I am in some sort of chastity or other just about 24/7 so I haven't had a wank since the day she caught me in the chair. I have had a few orgasams, about one a week, but there is no pattern. Last month she gave me a blowjob after a couple of hours in the chair, the next day, with no prompting at all she gave me a tittty wank. That was special. Paula keeps saying I don't need that many, and needs to cut back on them. I hope she is playing the game, who in my position could say they are getting enough. The one thing I'm sure of is, when I do cum it will be her doing the doing.

Paula on the other hand, since she moved in is probably averaging ten a day or more. That's not all my doing, she likes to use her fingers on herself while I watch and she likes to have me use her rapidly expanding collection of dildos on her.

So we were in the sitting room doing our own things and she suddenly said "apart from a blow job, what do you want?" I'm not allowed to ask to cum, that's an unspoken but very important rule of our game, so I was a bit nonplused. Is there anything you want, I'll happily walk round the house all day with my tits out. I absolutely love her tits but if she walked round the house all day with them out i think I'd be cutting my balls off after a month. So I rather timidly asked her if I could buy her some fetish clothing. Up till she moved in to make ends meet she had been cleaning and caring. The only thing she got from her bastard of an ex-husband was the house a paltry bit of maintainance for her boy and bruises. Her wardrobe consisted of tee shirts and jogging bottoms. I'm not good at asking for what I want so I'm now banned from deleting my browser history. That stuff is going to get me into hot water I know.

So we had a few days in the big smoke. I was choked sick to find The Little Shoe Box had closed its doors. I really saw Paula in a pair of patent leather boots up to her bum with the obligatory mad heel, but not on that trip. We visited leather shops, latex shops and a little secret place in a Croydon suburb where Sue had her corsets hand made by a French girl who lived there. She has photos of Sue in some of her more extreme creations. Sue could at one time lace down to a 16 inch waist. Tilly, the French corset maker surprised me by suggesting a latex corset for Paula. She then really put the cat among the pidgins by saying men can ware corsets as well. Didn't matter what I wanted, Paula grinned and said yes. Then Tilly found another photo of Sue wearing a locking chastity corset. I knew it well. I had made the three locking stainless steel straps that went around the nipple, navel and waist line and the the important one that locked her pink flower away. I paraded Sue around Erotica in 2006 wearing that, a single arm glove and a dog lead and collar. Tilly made to match. Not the lead and collar. I bought them from a very surprised guy in a pet shop! Within seconds I was striped down to my chastity and being measured for a male version.

I spent the best part of an hour on my knees in front of the bed when we got back to the hotel. We had an enormous bed in the hotel. Paula ordered me on to it. I was naked apart from the chastity cage. I had not been allowed to cum for three weeks, maybe she was intending to ration me further as she keeps telling me she will. Paula produced a black cloth stuff sack. Opened the top and pulled out a length of rope. If you want me to fuck your brains to mush make like a star fish. I threw my arms and legs out. This was the first time I'd seen her use rope. She was very good with it., so had Sue been, then a penny dropped. They had been in the girl guides together. Paul's soon had me spread eagled with 4 lorry drivers hitches. If you don't know what a lorry drivers hitch is, it is what they used for holding down heavy loads very securely before ratchet straps were invented. She even box lashed around my arms and legs so I couldn't pull the knots tighter when I struggled. Then like all women, disappeared into the bathroom for a good hour. Wen she finally came out it had been well worth the wait. She looked gorgeous. I've got a surprise for you, I do hope you like it. She was wearing a full length rubber evening dress. Carrying a huge totally unsuitable hand bag. Obviously no knickers and her big full nipples clearly showing under her dress.

She had to hitch the dress up a little to climb on the bed she gave me a big wet French kiss hitched her dress even higher said surprise surprise her fury minge had gone and been replaced with a smooth hairless mound and wet glistening fun slit. Then gave me an even wetter vaginal kissing as she dismounted popped the pouch of a large stuffing gag into my mouth. It wasn't a simple single strap behind job, it it was held in place by a 3 strap head harness with a chin strap and a further strap with a nose hole that buckled to the strap that went over my head. The panel of the gag had a zip with a mesh compartment behind it. This compartment was held in shape by a padded but rigid frame.

She opened the zip on th front of the panel and stuffed yesterday's knickers into my mouth. I could taste her straight away. It took me a little longer in the bathroom I had to freshen them up a bit. She winked. Then she produced today's knickers and a par of scissors, she soon cut the crouch out of them and produced a small panel, again mesh with three presstuds and popped it onto the gags nose piece. She claimed off the bed, and walked to the door smoothing her dress and picked up one of those ridiculously small shoulder bags on the way. She looked at me and whispered condoms and walked out the door. A second later she opened the door threw the bag on the bed and said no! He's a nice clean boy. The door closed again and I was left totally unmovable with the clock for company.

Cuckholding was a very secret fantasy of mine. So secret I didn't even know if I wanted to act it out. I talked to Sue about it but to be honest we were both scared shitless by the idea. The clock dragged around and if I had been enjoying this fantasy I was now having very strong doubts I have to admit though my cock wasn't. He was straining against his prison and I was convinced the control spikes had punctured him in a few places. An hour and a half later she came back into the room. Minus her dress arguing with a man saying no you can't see him. One sick puppy in my life is quite enough thank you. She managed to get the door shut before he pushed his way in. Right I've got a deal for you. I've just been fucked right, left and centre. While she was saying this my chastity key had magically appeared in her hand. The tube was off and she was slowly, so very slowly stroking my poor sex starved cock. The gag was removed and she kissed me.

If you clean my fanny I'll fuck you. What? I said, you can hear your not deff, I know you want to. I did I really wanted to. I'd rather eat my own but I wanted to. So sitting on my thighs she said again do you want to. Where's your dress? Never mind the fucking dress, DO YOU WANT TO. I nodded my head, Paula can't hear you. Yes. That's not a very nice way to ask. Yes please. Yes please who. Yes please mistress. Good boy!

Paula had worked her way up to my head. I could see the stuff leaking out despite her pinching her fanny lips together. If you spill a drop or spit it out the tube goes straight back on! Yes mistress. Open wide. I opened my mouth and it flooded in. There seemed to be a cup full of it. It was tangy and salty at the same time but I couldn't think of anything but replacing it with mine. When I cleaned her to her satisfaction I was surprised, she didn't keep me at it until she came.

She got off my face and moved down to swallow my knob with her love hole. She felt very tight and I lasted about 30 seconds. That wasn't much fun for me, was it? No mistress. Well you had better clean me again then.

There's more! Where, I was completely at a loss. She slid herself over m belly , to my chest. Then gave me what the yanks call a shit eating grin, lifted herself onto her knees and revealed the tee grip on a but plug I'd not seen before. Pull it out boy. My cock was bone hard again it hadn't really softened after I came. My head was swimming. I pulled it out with my teeth. Don't you dare spill any! It went everywhere, when the plug came out there seemed to be pints of the stuff. You can lick that off the sheets when I'm done with you. So I got to work and had my tong as deep in her ass as I could get it. When she was satisfied with my ass licking performance She fucked me until I was limp, I came three more times, the second in her ass again and I had to clean her up each time. After the third cum she locked my cock back up before I did the cleanup job. Then untied the ropes and when I could not look her in the eye she took my hand and said come with me.

We put on the hotel bath robes and she lead me to the door through it then producing another key card opened the door to the room opposite. She drew me in, it looked like a cross between a TV chefs kitchen and room in a specialist brothel. On the bed was her IPad. As he touched the fingerprint thingy, it came to life on a youtube clip with a Yank girl telling the world how to make fake seamen. In the toilet was a enema kit. She had she told me cleaned her self up with it, then cleaned the bag tube and nozzle then used it to inject the home made cum into her fanny then her arse. Apparently finding a matching pair of plugs to fit was a bit of a trial and as a consequence my card had taken a bit of a battering. The Yank girl was on a repeat loop and was telling me the ingredients again. You need salt, sour cream, cornstarch, an egg, and a cup of water. On the dressing table there were those very ingredients. The bed hasn't been used and her dress was on a hanger hooked on the door of an empty wardrobe. You need to know that Sue and I had no secrets. You need to know she loved you and made me promise to look after you. You need to know she told me you fancied getting your dick between my tits and that you wanted to be force fed your own cum. Eating someone else's cum was my idea but you also need to know you talk in your sleep. Come on, let's go back to bed and I'll take the tube back off. I haven't had it up the bum for years and something a bit ordinary will finish the day off just right. I woke in the morning to the sensation of the uretha tube being screwed into place. Then that wonderful sound of my lover turning the key. Breakfast on hairless pie I'm a very happy man.

Incidentally, since the corsets turned up she has taken to walking round the house all day with her tits out. I've just about forgot what it's like not to have ball ache.

We are off to Amsterdam soon. I booked a room at a hotel in De Wallen she wants to see the sex museum