The Workbench: Bound, Flogged, Ass-fucked and Made to Come

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Sunday morning, I was on the sofa with a coffee.

“It can take 150 kilograms,” you told me.

You were showing me your new workbench, both of us assessing the practicalities of it. You collapsed down the leaves, it became an A-frame support. And the thing became a whole lot more interesting to me.

I got up, leant myself over it.

“Insatiable.” A smile in your voice.

“It’s a bit too tall though.”

“We can fix that,” you said.

Bound to the Workbench

Evening. I’m wearing platform heels, my butt-plug and nothing else. I’m waiting outside the room, excited and yeah, I’m grinning. The build we’ve done all day, the teasing you’ve given me verbally, through texts and your looks; tonight is going to be super special.

We’re going to play with forced orgasm. It’s not the first time, but it will be the first time I’ll be bound. You haven’t shared details about exactly how you’re going to make it happen, because I want to be surprised. We also agreed on ass-fucking. I’m running a fine line between being on fire with sexual excitement and my fight-or-flight response, and it’s exactly where I want to be.

You open the door, in just your joggers, stare down at me, and you look so sexy, and so very satisfied with yourself. You have that half-smile you wear when you’re extremely pleased with your planning. Excitement spiking, I grin back at you.

Just for me, for your pleasure of watching my reaction, and of course, to wind me higher, you invite me to check out what you’ve laid ready on the kitchen table. Lube, the spreader-bar, a roll of clingfilm, a roll of latex bondage tape, a couple of floggers and the wand. Uhh the wand.

And then there’s the workbench over there, one leaf folded down, the other up. Look at it, it’s an invitation to everything kinky.

You gesture to me. I bend myself over the folded side, rest my elbows on the unfolded side.

“Spread them,” you say.

You tap the insides of my calves with the flogger, and I do as I’m told. You wrap the restraints of the spreader-bar around my ankles, and then in an overkill flourish you use the bondage tape to fasten each ankle to a leg of the workbench.

And your fingers trace a slow, gentle line up the inside of my right leg, past my knee, up my thigh, towards my clit. You inch closer, so slowly, and I let out a nervous giggle. I earn a slap for it. A decent, decedent spank of your hand on my arse.

It’s exactly what I need. It’s the point where what we’re doing becomes a real scene instead of a desperately longed for dream of an idea. This sigh of contentment escapes me and I relax my body over the workbench.

Rhythmically Flogged

You stroke your fingers back down the inside of my thigh, I receive the lightest kisses from your lips to my upturned arse, over my hips, to the two dimples above my crack. You spread my ass cheeks and breathe long warm breaths over my butt-plug. There’s a slight pressure, and it begins to vibrate, deep inside me. You lick over me from my butt-plug up to the base of my spine, a long, wet lick, that I feel turning the hairs on me.

Gently and, oh so lightly, your fingers trace over my shoulders, my arms, to my wrists, your hands circling them, holding them tight. Your body is draped over mine now, pressing down on me. And I can feel your hard cock against my arse.

You lay over me, being careful not to put too much weight on me and you envelope me with the warmth of your body, grounding me. And another sigh of pure contentment falls from my lips.

I’m feeling exactly in my element. You, me. My vulnerability. And your full body touch. Your chest hair tickling at my spine, ahhh, mmh, so good.

Standing again, you let my wrists go. I hear you unravel more of the bondage tape, and you wrap it around my back and the table, so I’m secured down onto it. I’d expected you would tie my wrists, but you leave them free.

Because of the A-shape of the frame, I can’t stand very comfortably, need to keep my knees slightly bent, but this just adds to that sense of pure vulnerability. Being tied to the table by my waist is so hot. My arse is presented perfectly for punishment.

The flogger’s leather tails trace over my back, tickling over my skin. A light touch at the small of my back, then into the crack of my ass, and then, they’re gone. I hear the swishing circles of them above me, fanning air over my arse, but they don’t make contact. It’s such a tease, this waiting, them passing so close without connecting.

I find myself wishing I could see you. It’s so enjoyable watching you wield those things, the circles you make with them, looks like an art-form.

I jump with the first contact. It’s a soft blow, the leather supple and there’s no pain, you’re circling slowly, the tails drag lightly off me, and the blow is followed immediately by another.

You flog me rhythmically, my arse warming more with each blow, and it feels so good. Slowly you increase your speed, and a low-grade pain creeps in, and then a couple of sudden stinging blows. I clench my fists, my body tensing, automatically trying to flinch away. And I become aware again, of the fact I’m strapped down onto the workbench, there’s no getting away from your beating.

The circles change direction, hitting upwards from the sides of my arse. You’re going slow again. My arse is glowing and there’s a tingling afterburn from those last two hefty strokes you gave me.

But what you’re doing now is pure tease again. Combined with the vibration inside me, this is sexual heaven. I’m loving it.

And the speed increases again, the impact becomes greater, and the pain sets in, and I think I’m purring. And then you give me two more sharp blows, I grunt with them.

You put the floggers down.

Fucked and Made to Come

I feel you place the wand vibrator against my inner thigh.

“Hold this,” you say.

I reach my hand down and hold it for you, you push it further against me, so it’s buried deeply into my crotch, pressing hard against my clit. You wrap clingfilm around my thigh and the long handle of the vibrator, binding it in place. And you keep wrapping until you’re completely satisfied. You put your mobile on the bench beside me and open the app to control the vibrator. Uhh such depravity.

Then you switch off the butt-plug, slide it out of me, you drip more lube over me. And, you push your rock hard cock at my arse. I can’t fuck myself back onto you, so you take your time, working your way in, and you begin a good old-fashioned arse-fuck.

The wand jumps into action and a groan slips from my lips. You change the program to my favourite, the one where the speed increases over seconds to a crescendo and then drops immediately to nothing, and repeats.

Ahh, and I feel myself building, my focus on what that’s doing to me, the feel of you sliding in and out of my arse.

You groan out when the vibrator reaches its peak.

“Uh, feels good,” your voice dripping with your pleasure.

I’m lost, I build with the next cycle from the wand, but before I can come, it cuts out again. It’s agony! On the next round, I tip, climaxing hard, that damned vibrator cuts, builds again and I keep coming. My cunt is clenching and your intrusion in my arse becomes the centre of my orgasm. It subsides, and still you fuck me.

Again, I build. Again, I come hard, my legs want to close, my body wants to pull away from the wand, none of these things are possible and I struggle with my pleasure overload. My eyes are tearing.

And still you fuck my arse, fucking at that slow pace you enjoy, grunting, one hand on my lower back.

Uhh, the third time is so intense, it actually hurts. And then I come again, properly moaning now, unable to stop it, unable to change anything. This not being able to move and the power of the wand, it’s just too much for me.

With a sob, I safeword.

You know the priority, without me having to tell you. You immediately stop the vibrator, and begin to gently slide your way out of my arse.

“Uh, fuck me, please.”

I want to feel you finish.

And you do. With your hand pressing into my lower back, you own my arse with your slow pace. You’re careful, gentle and it feels so good. My clit is still buzzing from those intense vibrations, the bulb of the wand, still buried there against it. And with the relaxing of my body, your gentle pace, and the wand pressing against me, I climax again, but it’s soft, like an after tremor.

You’re coming now, but you keep you pace so slow, you don’t thrust in, you just keep this gorgeous steady rhythm. I feel you pulsing, your spunk pumping deep into my arse.

You finish, slide out of me and immediately get to work, freeing me from my bondage. You even take the shoes off me. And then you help me stand, wrap your arms around me and hold me to you, our bodies pressing tightly together, and I listen to you breathe, your heart beating, both of us alive with love.