The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning (3 page)

She wasn’t so sure and I sensed apprehension
building. I decided to push the evening along.

I shifted my hands to show there was no
weapon. “If I wanted to rape you or worse, I would have started by
now.” She simply stared at me. I paused for effect then continued,
“Then unless you want to leave this minute, proceed to the center
of the room, discard your clothing, and sit in the chair. You may
leave on your hose and heels if you choose. If you decide to
shower, you have ten minutes to shower and be back in this room
kneeling before me. Otherwise you have five minutes to be
seated."

The apprehension was even clearer in her eyes
as she eyed the chair sitting in the flickering shadows.

What Drew stared at was a tall, bowed-back,
black-lacquered, heavy wooden chair I'd found at an old second-hand
store.

Once I got it home, I spent a weekend taking
it completely apart, then rebuilt it to be portable. I also
modified it by first attaching a multitude of thick leather
restraints and large chrome rings to it. Next modifying it w, I
removed the bowed-back, keeping it in its original shape and
re-secured it to the chair so that the bow of the back faced
forward. I also attached and anchored a wide padded board extending
above the back to serve as a headrest and a way to anchor the head
in place. On this board were rings spaced every four inches along
the backside of the board and an opening at the top to hold a thick
dowel. That dowel, once in place, extended out six inches with a
small pulley attached to the end.

However, the real intimidator of the chair
had to be the large black latex penis-shaped electric vibrating
dildo embedded in the thickly padded seat – a full two inches thick
and approximately six inches long. With the restraints and
modifications I had made to the chair, when Drew was strapped in,
she would be forced to sit very upright, chest thrust out against
the straps holding her back, unable to prevent the dildo from
penetrating her completely. This particular dildo has the added
dimension of a pumping action, going from six inches to eight
inches. I re-wired it to function at a pace remotely controlled
through a rather ingenious program I created and loaded onto a
high-end laptop.

Drew turned and looked at me.

I gazed at my watch. “Four minutes unless you
desire a shower."

She disappeared into the bathroom for about a
minute. The commode flushed and she re-appeared shortly afterwards.
Moving to the center of the room next to the chair, she slipped the
dress from her shoulders. As it fell to the floor, before me stood
my wife, nude except for her shelf bra, garter belt and hose,
perched on a pair of spiked four-inch heels. She undid her bra and
it fell to the floor as well, then stripped completely.

"Turn around."

She did so and I smiled as I gazed at her
tight ass, cheeks firm and uplifted. I have always admired her legs
because they were long for her height and shapely. She completed
her turn and stood facing me, hands behind her back. It was obvious
my wife had spent a number of hours toning up since she left me and
her fully tanned body looked absolutely stunning. For someone in
her thirties, her full thirty six D-cup breasts still sat plump,
yet firm and high on her chest. She wore no jewelry per my
instructions and her pubic region was not shaved quite bare – a
thin line of soft, thick but tightly trimmed blonde hair remained.
That would be remedied soon enough.

"You are not shaven. I thought I was very
explicit in my instructions. Two minutes twenty seconds."

She narrowed her gaze at me, “I’m not sure
what being nude there accomplishes.”

“Two minutes, ten seconds. I recommend you
lubricate the plug."

“How?”

“Two minutes. I’m sure you can get
creative.”

She gazed at it, then took a deep ragged
breath, knelt and timidly touched the latex penis, fingering the
thin leather strap attached to the base of it. She looked at the
folds, as if the thing would jump at her, then began licking it and
lathering it thickly with her saliva. It was all I could do to keep
from unzipping my pants and ramming my cock into her ass.

As she coated the dildo, she spread her knees
and began working her sex with her other fingers, spreading her
pussy lips and pushing her fingers in and out of her snatch.

"One minute."

She stood, moved to the front of the chair
and once again faced me. Closing her eyes, she took another deep
breath then very slowly lowered herself onto the chair, spreading
her pussy lips and slightly wincing as the dildo penetrated her.
She had to start over a couple times, but finally was able to sit,
firmly impaled on the intruder. She tried to relax, but quickly
realized the reverse-bowed back was designed to keep her rigidly
sitting upright, chest thrust out.

I circled behind her, then slipped the
leather blindfold over her head and made sure the thick padding
covered her eyes completely.

I strapped her upper arms, lower arms, and
wrists to the chair back sides. As I buckled her arms in, the
effect forced her chest out. I buckled her body to the chair using
wide, padded, leather bands around her lower chest and her abdomen,
then tightened the straps pulling her arms back, forcing her chest
out a bit more. Though the room was cool, sweat beaded on her
forehead and breasts.

Her dark nipples were taut and I deliberately
brushed them often as I worked, pausing every so often to
deliberately grasp and tease them for several seconds.

Sliding her thighs to the sides of the chair,
I then bent them back under the seat and buckled her ankles into
padded leather cuffs attached to the chair so they hung some three
inches off the floor. I then strapped her knees, her thighs and
finally her hips against the padding seat of the chair with leather
straps.

Her musk already filled the air in the
room.

A heady musk from her exposed and obviously
wet pussy that I never tired of all the years I fucked that
gorgeous body. I slid a finger down her mound and along the thin
line of soft fur until it disappeared into the folds of her wet
sex, stroking her clit for several moments as I listened to her
breathing quicken and watching as she tried to shift herself, doing
nothing but sinking the dildo in a little deeper.

Slowly sliding my finger free, I pulled the
strap from the base of the dildo up, made sure it lay on her now
very aroused clit and then ran it up along her mound and through
the small buckle on the thick strap around her belly, tightening it
to drive the dildo deeper. A small gasp escaped her lips, but she
made no other sound.

I circled behind her. Lifting the wide
spandex of the blindfold, I placed thick expanding foam earplugs in
her ears. These yellow earplugs are perfect. They fit easily into
the ear when compressed and allow very little sound as they expand
to fit the ear canal completely. I watched for a moment as the
plugs expanded, then lowered the wide padded spandex band in place.
My wife was now, for all practical purposes, deaf and blind. In a
moment she would also be completely mute.

Pulling her head forward and down, I braided
Drew's long hair into a thick cord, then encased it in a long black
leather sleeve. Tightening the sleeve strings, I slipped the
leather hood over her head and pulled her leather-sleeved hair whip
through a hole in the top. The hood, made from the softest
calfskin, was equipped with a multitude of buckling straps allowing
me to mold it tightly to her head and face. Other than the hole in
the top, the only additional openings are for the nose and mouth. I
took my time as I laced and buckled the hood on, insuring it molded
snugly to her features. Once that was done, I placed a thick, black
leather collar on her neck, stiff and unyielding with side plates
covered in soft leather extending upwards. As with the rest of her
body, her head was now rigidly held up and against the chair
back.

“Before I silence you, is there anything you
wish to say or ask?” I offered.

“You said I’m safe with you. Is that a lie?”
She asked, then added, almost sarcastically, “Not that it matters
now.”

“You are perfectly safe.”

“Then I’m fine.”

“Are you ready to find what you seek?” I
asked, knowing she and I were on a path we couldn’t turn back
from.

“Yes.” She responded firmly, “I want to know
what it’s like to be forced without mercy to serve a man in any way
he desires. I’ve always wanted to know. To experience it.” She
paused, then stated emphatically, “Yes.”

I placed the tip of the cock gag against her
lips. She hesitated, trying to move her head to the side. Finding
she couldn't move, she pressed her lips closed. I pressed the tip
to her lips but didn’t force it.

She hesitated for a moment more, then slowly
opened her mouth and accepted the gag. I took my time, savoring the
sight of the latex cock slowly disappearing in her mouth, then
buckled it, drawing it completely in her mouth and checking to
ensure the breathing hole was clear. Her breath gently whistled
through the wide hole. Taking her leather-clad hair sleeve, I
wrapped a long leather cord around it a number of times, knotted
it, then ran the cord up through the pulley and back down. Pulling
on the cord, I forced Drew’s head up until I was sure I couldn’t
tug it any tighter, then tied the cord off around her sleeved-hair
once again. The effect was one of having her head in a slightly
down angle, allowing saliva to pool around the area where the gag
and her lips met. Any saliva that escaped would end up on her
breasts, along her belly and eventually pooled up on the padded
seat around her sex. Drew would be a total mess before this night
was through.

I walked around, insuring her restraint was
complete. Her body, tanned and now coated with a thin sheen of
sweat, glistened in the dim candlelight.

Attaching a pair of uniquely modified nipple
clamps to each taut nipple, I checked the connections, then took
the second set of clamps connected to the wires attached to this
set of clamps and attached one to each of her pussy lips just to
the side of her already swollen sex.

Moving to the desk in the room, I turned on
the power strip, then plugged the leads from the vibrator and the
clamps into the computer and started it up. I watched her for
several moments while the computer booted up, enjoying her
discomfort as she struggled to get comfortable with the intruder
filling her cunt and the thick latex cock gag filling her
mouth.

I decided to add a bit more to her
predicament.

Leaning over I adjusted the air conditioning
in the room from seventy degrees to sixty six. A bit cool, but I
could always throw on an extra shirt.

The program for the clamps showed they were
ready and I adjusted the settings. A second window on the screen
showed the vibrator program was also ready to go. I also adjusted
the settings there as well so that it would go through a maximum of
three cycles in an hour, then checked her once more.

A small slip of saliva extended from the base
of the gag to her chest. There would be much more by morning. The
question would not be whether she could hold out, but rather,
whether I could hold out. I found her loss of her ability to
control her own saliva rather erotic and frankly wanted to shoot my
cum all over her that minute.

With everything in order, I re-positioned the
tripod and checked the camera, then checked the monitor to make
sure nothing was in the picture except her. Although the sound was
off, the picture, even in the low-level lighting, was excellent. A
cable fed from the monitor to a second laptop, recording everything
onto one of the disks in the connected recording unit. It held a
total of six high density disks ready to record the whole
night.

I undressed, collected her belongings and
quickly went through her purse, locating the car keys. Pocketing
them and tossing the rest of her belongings in a gym bag, I looked
around where my wife was bound, making sure nothing would be in the
video I didn’t want. All looked almost perfect, so I started the
programs.

The program controlling the vibrator was the
first to have an effect on Drew. It was designed to cause the dildo
to pulse and thrust in an irregular pattern – sometimes fast,
sometimes slow, sometimes for as long as fifteen minutes or as
short as one. It would automatically shut off the vibrator every
fifteen minutes for at least fifteen minutes regardless of what
cycle it was in to prevent the device from heating up too much.
Drew stiffened as it started, shifting her hips ever so
slightly.

The program controlling the clamps attached
to her nipples and pussy lips didn’t start right away but the
effect would be more pronounced. Periodically, the program would
cause intense electric arcs to jump across the tips of the clamps
at odd intervals so she can’t anticipate them. The voltage is
harmless and serves only to jolt and stimulate her nipples and her
labia. Later, I would modify the system to increase and decrease
the intensity of the arcs in no specific pattern to add a twist to
the stimulation. Shortly after the dildo has started its attack on
her pussy, I saw the blue arc of electricity jump first the right
nipple clamp tips, then the left. A low moan escaped her lips.

I watched the show before me for some time
while I reclined on the bed – my own private sex video in a
slightly larger booth.

The beauty of the system is that, because
nothing is coordinated, it may or may not allow her to achieve
orgasm, but keeps her in a heightened state of constant arousal.
This goes on and on, without letup until I either shut the system
off or a predetermined timer hits zero. In my wife’s case, the
timer was shut off. She would spend as much time in that chair as I
wanted her to.