The Adventures of Karen - Part 16 - Apparatus

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Karen listened attentively as her Master gave his instructions.

'You are going to display this delightful apparatus to some very good fiends of mine.  You will stroke each part of it, each metal tube, each chain, each clip, each leather strap, as if it was the most exciting thing you have ever touched.  You are going to play with it, set it in different positions.  You are going to do nothing less than make love to it!'

Karen was quite shocked.  While she certainly enjoyed the sensuous feel of leather, always, of course her shoes, but also the smooth leather straps and thongs that had formed such a significant part of her life, both during and after her marriage, she had never felt quite that degree of intimacy for other inanimate objects.

Still her Master had told her and she knew she had to obey him; for whatever reason she was beginning to feel that she would willingly do whatever she was told.  Perhaps that was a form of love, or at the very least, a strong attraction.

Greta's voice shook her out of her reverie.

'Slut Karen, do as you were told, and make it good.  Remember you will be entertaining some very important guests later in a few days time!'

Almost as soon as she said that, Greta regretted it.  She had meant to keep that a secret until the very day, so that the surprise, and the later experiences, and pleasures, would add to her complete control over Karen.

Karen heard her command and sub-consciously registered the idea of 'guests'.  She had too much to do at the moment and she pushed the thought, the wondering, to the back of her mind until later.  She walked around the device, looking at each component part before she began to touch it more intimately.  As far as she could see there was a central pole to which were attached a number of what were apparently moveable arms.  'Ah, yes', she thought, 'I get it!'

It became clear to her that at the top of the pole were straps which could hold someone, ('No, not someone, me!' she thought), firmly around the head, and a little lower some clamps with wide flanges, which must have been intended to fit snugly around the neck.  This feature seemed to be a little wider than necessary but, on looking more closely she could see that once clamped in it movement of the head, though limited, would not allow the occupant to see what was happening to their body.  A little lower were two poles, clearly adjustable to which arms could be strapped, either at intervals, or by the wrists only.  Some broad leather straps were hanging freely at what must have been waist height, their purpose being clear enough.  Now, thought Karen, the interesting part.  There was no seat as such, but just a curved, u-shaped metal strut, rubber covered where an occupant could, with some discomfort, actually sit, leaving their intimate areas completely exposed and available.  There were also fitted, but turned out of the way, two more arms which, like their matching counterparts were clearly intended to restrain legs, at intervals, by the knees or by the ankles.

She stood back a little to work things out in her mind before she began the intimacy that her Master had demanded.

'Here, before you go any further, try this box.'

Karl came over to her, taking the opportunity to brush casually against her proudly erect nipples, accentuated as they were by the metal rings compressing her heavy breasts around them.

Karen took what appeared to be some sort of remote control box, attached to a long flexible cable.

'Try some of the buttons on there, my dear', smirked Greta from her seat.

Karen tentatively pressed a button and immediately the upper arms slowly moved until they formed a vee shape, like the upper part of cross.  Another press, another button, and the lower arms moved into an inverted vee, completing the cross frame.  All was becoming clear to Karen, this was merely a sophisticated means of combining some of the most familiar 'tools' of a dungeon into one unit.

She continued experimenting and between each movement of the robot like device she moved around it and stroked it, rubbed it and caressed it.  She found that it was possible to raise the sitting component, alter its angle, lower it or even move it out of the way completely,  It was truly, a remarkable piece of equipment, superior in design and concept to the home made devices her former husband had used on her.  It was clear that the main, the primary,
 human intervention was reserved only for the most intimate tasks, the most pleasurable tasks, strapping, cuffing and chaining the occupant.

Karen finally lay the control box on the floor and returned to the inanimate metal and continued her stroking, rubbing some of the metal tubes as if they were swollen, hard, thick and, above all, long, cocks.

Finally Greta, impatient for more 'fun' called her to stop.

Karen dutifully did so and walked, teetered, on her spike heels back to her position in between her two owners, her eyes downcast, her legs spread wide and her hands neatly held behind her back.  She was clearly the totally subservient slave!

Whatever had been the effect of her little performance on her owners was not clear, but, despite herself, her nipples were flushed and swollen and the delicate soft pinkish flesh of her exposed labia was itself engorged and glistening with her juices.  Without daring to look or feel, Karen was quite certain that her clitoris itself was emerging from its protective hood and clearly visible to the anyone who cared to look.  She knew that they must have been fully aware of her state, of her arousal, because she herself was quite conscious of her own musky sweet aroma.

There had been a time, and not too long ago, when the thought of anyone standing near to her and smelling her arousal, her sweet juices, would have made her cringe with embarrassment, but now, she was proud of herself.  She carefully, but nevertheless deliberately, flaunted her sex.

'Now, my dear, do you like what you see?', Karl turned to her and quite casually rubbed his hand between her legs, rubbing his fingers across her engorged and moist flesh, before he gently touched the tip of her swollen bud.

'Yes Master', Karen murmured, without moving her position.

She was desperate to rub herself on his hand, desperate to find some relief, but she knew that she had to control herself.

'Now we shall try it out with an occupant!  Would you like that?', he asked in a commanding tone.

'Yes Master, may I be allowed to use it now?'  Karen was surprised at her boldness but she was increasingly desperate for some further stimulation.

Greta interrupted her thoughts.

'Oh no, my dear, you will use it on your partner, you liked playing with her last night,' she smirked, knowing that Karen was unaware of being seen caressing Lisa in their cell, 'so you can continue here.  You can be certain however that your time will come, even if you are not permitted to do so!'

Greta smiled at her remarks, she thought the double meaning was perhaps a little more subtle than she had intended, although Karen clearly understood her implication.  'Oh, god', she though, 'I need to cum soon, so soon', even though it was obvious she had more to endure before she attained any relief for her swollen and sensitive flesh.

Karen sensed, rather than heard, the door to the cell area opening and slowly she became aware of a naked Lisa standing beside her.

'Now, slut Karen, here is your next task', Karl began his instructions, 'you will treat slut Lisa as your own slave, to do with what you will.'

Karen felt a thrill of pleasure run through her.  While she was by preference and inclination happiest in a subservient, a submissive, role, she nevertheless always enjoyed her forays into the realm of the domme.  She had had very little chance in her married days, but since meeting her girl friend they had regularly swapped roles.  Karen had begun to think that perhaps she was equally attracted to either role; certainly with another woman, but, with Andy, she had found a great feeling of power in treating him as her slave.  'Probably', she thought, 'it is because he is a man and I need to pay back a man, any man, for the way my husband has treated me.'

Yet again, her reverie was broken, this time by Greta reaching over and pulling, tugging, her left nipple.  She kept the pressure and the tension on as she reminded Karen that she had better get on with her duties.

'Pay attention slut, because the price of failure, of disobedience, is high!'.  Karen didn't wait to find out any more as she assumed her domme role and propelled the naked and nervous Lisa across the room.

Faced with the many possibilities with this ingenious machine Karen was unsure of how she should proceed, but finally decided that having a naked and vulnerable Lisa spread-eagled in front of her was a good way to start.  She picked up the control box and set the frame in the familiar X-frame.

'Stand here, Lisa, and raise your arms.'

Lisa dutifully stood against the central pole and lifted her arms.  Karen, having the advantage of her high slender heels was easily able to reach up and, with her heavily nippled and restrained breasts just inches away from Lisa's face she fixed the handy wide leather straps around each slim wrist.

Lisa, fascinated as she was by the closeness of those nipples that she had so recently savored, couldn't resist flicking her tongue across the reddened left nipple.  Karen paused in her task and moaned quietly as the thrill of a soft tongue across the swollen teat added to her burden of arousal.

A cough from Greta reminded her that she had other tasks; she reluctantly moved herself away from that moist probing tongue and bent over to fix Lisa's slim ankles to the lower legs of the cross frame.  As she did so she was only too well aware of the sight she was presenting to her owners.  The leather thongs between her legs did their job only too well, her wet labia glistened despite the low light of the dungeon and her tightly puckered rosebud was clearly visible to everyone.

Karl was fascinated by the sight and quite casually began to insert his hand inside his trousers and slowly fondle himself.  His wife looked across at him and cautioned him.

'Patience my dear, patience, soon you will have your chance, after our guest has taken her.'

Karl looked at her and smiled, thinking of the performance that was yet to come.   Both turned to look across at Karen as she performed her task, he playing with his rapidly swelling member, while his wife had eased herself forward in her seat and, crossing her legs, was slowly swinging one leg feeling that sweet compression that only a woman can feel, that discreet self stimulation that is such a relief, even when in public places.

Karen finally finished securing Lisa, having in the process managed to find ample opportunity to stroke and caress Lisa's bare feet and toes as well as running her fingers up along the sensitive inner thighs.

She stood back and took up the control box again.  Tentatively pressing some more buttons she was pleasantly surprised when the four arms of the machine slowly but steadily extended, stretching Lisa out even further.  As her arms were stretched her bare breasts lifted and her out-thrust nipples began to harden.  Karen walked in front of her and could see the moistness slowly beading the soft exposed labia as Lisa's legs were drawn further apart.

'Well done, my slut!', called Greta, 'Now you can tip her back and play with your helpless little pet.'

Karen pressed some more buttons and slowly the extended Lisa began to tip backwards until she was tilted with her head a little below her feet.

Karen could see the possibilities and tilted her naked companion a little further.  Satisfied with her position she walked over, and, balancing carefully on her heels stood with her leather framed labia directly over Lisa waiting, expectant, face.

'Lick me, lick me and suck me!' Karen ordered her friend.

Lisa, eager to please, and desperate to taste those sweet juices so near to her, probed with her tongue and gently but firmly ran it along Karen's exposed slit.  As the tongue passed over the opening to her pulsing wet cunt Karen couldn't help a shudder, the gentle stimulation was sending her to an inevitable climax, if only she could maintain the contact.

Lisa flicked her tongue over the hardened clitoris above her and returned to lick across that sensitive opening, gently thrusting the tip into Karen, rather like the bare end of a small but active cock.  As the stimulation continued, Karen could feel the climax building as her swollen cunt made a vain attempt to draw Lisa's probing tongue ever deeper.

Karl was happily watching and stroking his massively erect cock, while his wife, still discreetly stimulating herself was disturbed by a small flashing light on the phone beside her.  'Damn', she thought, 'what is wrong now?'

The phone, more a house phone in fact, was set to flash a warning light, rather than ring and disturb the events in the dungeon, and was rarely used.

'Yes, what is it?' she snapped.  Her face slowly darkened as she listened to the caller.

'Bring him here!  At once!' she commanded and put the phone down heavily on its hook.

She looked at her husband and murmured.

'A change of plan my dear, we have to deal with Slave Andrea!'

As she spoke, the door behind them opened, unnoticed by Karen who was getting ever nearer to her much needed orgasm.

'Stop!  Move away and stand over here, at once!'  Greta called across to Karen, who reluctantly stepped away from that deliciously probing tongue.

She walked unsteadily back to her mistress, unsteady not because of those teetering heels, but unsteady because she was on the very edge of cumming. As she took her place in submissive posture she was aware that her juices, always copious when aroused, were slowly but unrestrainedly, running down her inner thighs.

Greta noticed the signs of near orgasm and smiled.

'Later my dear, later, you and I shall have a little private pleasure!'

As Karen was taking her position she was aware that a naked and subdued Andy was being led by a collar and lead across the floor to stand in front of his owners.

'You have been disobedient!', Greta turned to her husband and continued, 'He has been attempting to masturbate in his cell, without permission.  Slave Ken saw him and reported to me.  We shall have to punish him severely!'

Karl nodded in agreement.

'Yes, my dear.  We shall not bother with the high tech equipment then, let us place him in those old stocks.'

He gestured across the room and motioned Ken to take the luckless Andy with him.

'Fix him securely Slave Ken, and I shall be across in a moment!'  Greta ordered before she turned to Karen.

'You, my dear, will help me to punish him, you will do exactly as I say and then I may take you to my room and reward you!'

Karen was secretly delighted, Greta was an attractive woman with a firm but mature figure and she was undoubtedly highly skilled in the art of female pleasure.  As her thoughts wandered around the prospect of a final orgasm Ken was placing Andy in the stocks.  

First Ken made him stand, legs apart while the broad wooden ankle bar was locked in place. When he was satisfied, he made him lean forward, bending at right angles from the waist, so that his head and wrists could in turn be held in the other wooden cross bar.  Satisfied that the job was properly done, and than Andy could not move, he moved back, naked as always, with his cock slightly swollen, to stand in front of his Master and spoke quietly.

'The slave Andrea is ready and waiting Master, Mistress.'

Karl leaned back in his chair and motioned his wife to begin.  She, in turn, got out if her chair and guided the scantily clad Karen across the room.

'Look, my dear, some of these old devices have some life in them after all!'  Karen looked at Andy in his uncomfortable posture and shuddered.

'Now, my dear this is my plan.  You will arouse him, make him hard and erect.  Then you will play with his cock as I instruct while I caress that bare ass with my leather friend here.'

So saying, Greta picked up a broad, thick, leather paddle, darkened and flexible after much use.

'I think we shall stroke him until he cums and then perhaps give a few extra as a reminder to behave in future,' she looked at Karen, 'do you agree?'

Karen, wary of offending in any way murmured merely a submissive 'Yes, Mistress.'

As the couple got across to the waiting helpless Andy, Greta motioned Karen to stand in front of him and start arousing him.

Karen was unsure of what to do but, she  noticed that, as her thong clad body and spike heeled bare feet came into Andy's field of view, his cock began to stiffen.  She stood in front of him, giving him a clear and unobstructed view of her lightly bound tits and her swollen nipples as she began to stroke and tease each one in turn.  Then she began to cup one breast as her other hand began to caress her moist labia.  The effect on Andy was unmistakable, his erection grew larger and firmer.

'Careful, my dear', Greta called across, 'do not make yourself cum or you will take his place in there!'

Karen took immediate notice and began to remove her hand, wet with her juices, from between her legs.  She rubbed her fingers across Andy's open lips and slowly pushed a couple of wet, slick, fingers into his eager mouth.  The sweet musky taste of her juices served only to inflame him more.  Bound helpless, naked and with a barely clad and nubile body in front of him, moving and swaying on those skyscraper heels was the stuff of his wildest dreams.

Finally Greta was satisfied.

'Good, well done slave Karen, you have earned your reward.  Now come round here, and hold that pitiful cock.'

Karen moved around and placed her cool right hand around the swollen member.

'Now, you will slowly, and I mean slowly, very slowly, very very slowly, begin to stroke him.  Pull your hand forward first, and then, as I strike his ass, move it backwards. Understood?'

Karen nodded and gently moved her hand on the hot tumescent flesh. Andy suddenly realised that his punishment was not yet started, but the punishment could yet turn out to be pleasure, as indeed it would, but not on his terms, rather, it would be pleasure for Greta and her slave.

'Now, let us begin, remember: pull up and then down as I hit him!'

Karen's hand moved up the length of the cock, then down, exposing the swollen glans. As she did so, smack!!  Again she repeated the motion.

Up, down, smack!!

Up, down, smack!!

Greta was enjoying herself.

'Well done slut Karen, keep it up', she smiled at the innuendo, 'you just carry on and I shall keep in time with you and your hand.'

Karen continued.

Up, down, smack!!

Up, down, smack!!

As the beating proceeded, as her masturbating continued, she began to move her hand faster, until Greta paused.

'Now, my dear, remember that when he cums, as cum he will, do not stop your stroking.  You will keep it up until I tell you to stop!'

Again Karen continued.

Up, down, smack!!

Up, down, smack!!

Her strokes increased in speed as Greta reddened Andy's captive ass.  Suddenly Karen felt the familiar cock begin to pulse as the cum built up. The action continued.

Up, down, smack!!

Up, down, smack!!

Up, down, smack!!

Suddenly, a tremendous spurt!!!

Finally!  Andy shot his thick creamy cum, jet after jet, even as Karen and her mistress continued his punishment,.  As his cum subsided he began to feel a different sensation.  The stroking, jerking, motion of Karen's firm hand, moments ago so pleasurable, began now to feel more painful, more uncomfortable.  As his cock slowly, so slowly, so reluctantly, subsided Karen continued her motion until finally Greta called across to Karen.

'Stop! He has learned his lesson now.  He will never play with his cock again until he has permission, of that you may be sure.'

Reluctantly Karen let go and looked at her Mistress.

'Did I do well, Mistress', she enquired, 'are you pleased with me?'

 Greta smiled at her.

'Oh yes, you have pleased me, and you shall be rewarded!  Come with me now and we shall make sure that you get your just reward for pleasing me.'

She held Karen by the arm and led her from the chamber, leaving Karl and Ken, whose cock had hardened into full size as he had watched the punishment proceed, looking at the new, metallic wonder still holding a naked and silent Lisa.

Andy was silent and helpless in his wooden bonds, unaware of his surroundings as the full effect of his beating slowly spread from his reddened ass.





End of part 16


... watch out for the next Part!

(c) Cathy P

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