The Room

Story Info
I get to enjoy the room I helped build.
4.7k words
4.4
72.8k
62

Part 1 of the 3 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 11/14/2016
Share this Story

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

She brought me into The Room that I helped create.

It was just a small space in our loft. The building had been converted from an old warehouse into some shops on the ground floor with loft apartments on the second and third stories. Fiona and I leased one of the third story loft apartments and used it as for both living space and a studio for our art projects. The floors were rough hewn hardwood, the walls were the original brick on the outside walls and between the separate apartments. Most of the space was open, but a few interior walls had been created using wood similar to the floors, so there was a separate bedroom and bathroom. Fiona's paintings hung everywhere, and I had taken a welding class at the community center with plans to to try my hand at some metal sculpture.

We had never found a good use for The Room because it was just a smallish corner at the end of the short hallway that ran between the other rooms. So it was mostly empty except for a few boxes or supplies until recently when we stumbled across an old medical chair during one of our foraging sessions at the antique stores that she loved so much. It was like one of the chairs you might find in a 1940s era gynecologist's office - or maybe in an old asylum where they do lobotomies. It immediately appealed to Fiona's kinky side and we bought it immediately.

The chair was in poor condition so we spent the next few weekends fixing it up the way she wanted it. She replaced all the padding and recovered it with a good quality vinyl that would be easy to wipe clean. I applied my new welding lessons to fix a broken brace and add some steel rings at regular intervals all along the sides. I also mended one of the stirrups, and added some rings there as well. I bolted the base to the floor with some heavy gauge bolts. The chair looked gorgeous and scary at the same time.

Next we turned our attention to the room itself. She wanted racks and shelves on the walls, and places to hang her "toys". She also wanted iron rings bolted to one wall at various intervals, and a hardpoint with a steel ring hanging from a chain positioned directly over the chair. We setup a decent stereo with a CD player and an old iPod for MP3s. The final touch was a good sturdy lock on the door, both to keep wandering visitors out, and perhaps welcome visitors in.

Once the welding and bolting and such were done, she kicked me out of the room forbid me to enter while she got everything arranged and put her own personal finishing touches on things. This wasn't really a problem since she confiscated the keys and hid them away somewhere. I was well aware of the kinds of things she enjoyed since we had been dating for several years. She had introduced me to BDSM early in our relationship and once I had my first taste, I was happy to let her lead me deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.

Earlier in the day, she had told me to be home early tonight because The Room was finally ready. When I arrived, the apartment seemed empty. There was a note just inside the door that said:

Take a shower and make sure you are completely clean everywhere. You are only allowed to wear what I have laid out for you on the bed. When you are ready, knock on the door and wait.

I knew that "completely clean everywhere" meant a couple of things. The first was that she expected me to be completely shaved bare. She had made me start shaving off all my pubic hair shortly after we started dating. That had expanded over time to include everything from my nose down. She liked for me to use a hair removal cream now so that even when it started to grow back, it was softer and finer. It almost seems like the hair was not even growing back in a lot of places.

The other intended meaning of her note was that I should be clean on the inside as well. Fiona loved anal play, especially because, before I met her I was a complete anal virgin. My ass was was still a taboo for me. She thoroughly enjoyed how embarrassed I got when she used some of her toys there, or even just a finger inserted at the right moment. It was especially humiliating to me because I was starting to like it more and more, just like she said I would.

I filled the anal douche that we kept under the sink and squatted over the toilet to flush my rectum several times until it came out clear, just like she had taught me. Then I stepped into the shower and covered my body with the depilatory cream, being careful to get it into all the little nooks and crannies. After the allotted time had passed, I started up the shower and used a washcloth to help rinse away all the cream and loose hair.

After the shower and toweling off, I put cocoa butter lotion on all my freshly bared skin, both to counteract the chemicals that removed the hair and also because Fiona love the way it smelled and made my skin feel.

Finally, I went into the bedroom to see what I would be wearing tonight. The only thing on the bed was a blindfold and a steel cockring. I pulled my shaft and balls through the ring quickly as I was already starting to stiffen with the anticipation of what was coming. Then I walked down the short hall to the door at the end. The Room, where Fiona was waiting for me. I pulled the blindfold over my eyes. It was a good one that didn't allow me to peek at all.

I knocked. I waited. At last, I heard the lock click and the door opened wafting air across my nakedness. My cock started to rise towards her.

"Hello, my pet", she said, using the name that told me she was in BDSM mode now. I tried to imagine what she was wearing - one of her leather outfits? Lingerie? Nothing at all?

She took my hand and led me into The Room. I could hear he heels click on the wooden floor. I heard the door close behind me and the click of the lock.

"Too bad you can't see how everything looks right now, I think we have exceeded our expectations on this room", she said as she walked slowly around me with slow even steps.

"Well, if I didn't have this blindfold..." I started to say, but she put a finger on my lips.

"No talking tonight, my pet." I could hear her remove something from a shelf, and then felt something firm at my lips, it was her favorite gag for me - solid black silicone and shaped like the head of a penis. The firm bulb filled my mouth and, as I relaxed my jaw as much as I could, my lips formed the classic "O" shape that every man loves to see when a woman goes down on him.The shaft was just short of going into my throat when the base reached my lips as she pulled the straps around to the back of my head and fastened it tightly in place. When she got this gag almost two years ago, she told me it would help me learn to suck another man's cock one day. I found it very humiliating to even think about that, so of course she talked about it often and used the gag frequently, making sure to remind me what it was for.

Next, she buckled leather cuffs around my wrists, upper arms, and ankles and a leather collar around my neck before leading me forward a few more steps to the chair. She guided me into the seat. It was cool on my naked back. It had a very short seat so you could only sit right on the edge. This was by design, of course. She helped me lift one leg up and guided my foot into the stirrup, then the other. The stirrups were designed to spread the legs open and they did their job very well, I thought. The stirrups were not far beyond the seat so my my knees were pushed up so that, if I had been on my feet, I would be in a deep squat. She tugged on my ankle cuffs to get them into position and I heard a metallic click as she attach the metal ring on the ankle cuffs to the stirrups. I held on to the sides of the chair as she moved the stirrups out to their farthest position and I heard her slide the locking pins in place. If I thought I was spread wide before, I was stretched almost into a split now, definitely exposed.

"Don't worry, my pet, we'll get you locked down tight", she purred as she stepped out from between my legs and off to the side. She took one arm by the wrist, and brought it over to the side the chair where another metal clip secured it to one of the rings I had welded there, then she pulled my elbow out so that she could attached another clip to the cuff on my upper arm. She moved to the other side and did the same on the other side. The final touch was a long strap across my waist, to keep my butt firmly in the seat.

"There, all safe and sound", she said touching my nose with her finger and then slowly sliding it down my face, across my chest and stomach and finally, teasingly slow, down the length of my shaft which had grown to it's full length by now.

"Well, I guess you are already enjoying this", she said, swiping a drop of precum I didn't realize I had produced out of the tip of my penis. She had been teaching me to eat my own cum when she asked - something I found very difficult and humiliating to do, especially right after having an orgasm - but, with the gag in place, at least that wasn't going to happen this time.

That one touch was all I got before she stepped to the side of the chair and released a handle to tilt the chair back into its most reclined position. The handle then clicked back into place, locking the chair firmly and leaving me almost flat on my back. My feet would have been straight up in the air if they weren't spread so far apart. She walked around me, seeming to examine me. The head of my cock was now the highest point of my body and my balls and ass were directly facing the door. She stopped beside my head and after some rustling and movement, she pressed a pair of earbuds into my ears and tucked them under the blindfold strap. They had fat foam plugs that fit very snugly and, as I would discover momentarily, they were also noise canceling. She turned on some deep electronic music with a haunting beat and I could hear nothing else. I was blind and deaf and ultimately at her mercy.

It seemed like nothing happened for a very long time though it was probably less than a minute. I noticed my breathing and tried to relax. I trusted her completely, but she always seemed to have another surprise for me. I flinched as something cold and wet touched my anus. It was very precise, only touching the tiny puckered hole. I must have been spread so wide that the gap between my cheeks gave her easy access.

She tapped against my hole making me realize what she was waiting for. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding and unclenched. Immediately, I felt her finger slip easily into me with the dollop of cool gel lubricant. She pushed slowly but firmly until I could feel her other fingers pressed against me. She used a twisting motion to spread the lubricant around and pierce the inner sphincter as well. She withdrew, and in a moment I felt another touch, something larger and harder and colder. She pressed and I tried to relax and accept what felt like an ostrich egg into my tight hole. I'm sure it wasn't really that large, but it was definitely larger than anything she had used before. I took short breaths and then exhaled as she worked it in slowly, letting me stretch a little at a time to accommodate the ever increasing girth. She always told me that she wanted me to learn to love and even crave having something in my ass so she never wanted to hurt me or make the experience bad, but she was intended to train me to take larger plugs and, eventually she expected me to wear a plug almost all the time. The thought of being out in public or hanging out with friends while secretly having a plug in my ass seemed like something I could never bring myself to do.

This plug seemed like it was never going to end, but once its largest circumference had finally passed the outer and inner bands, my ass seemed to draw it in the rest of the way of its own accord At long last, my little outer ring nestled into the narrow (less thick) band just above the base.. It was still keeping me stretched and the muscle ring kept trying to close against the intruder, but after a few more short breaths in and out, it was not more than I could stand, and the large bulb was now wedged deep inside making me feel very full.

That's when I felt it start to humm. It was not the typical vibrator buzz, but more of a throbbing I could feel in my core and right against my prostate. It was just fast enough to feel really good but slow enough to be just a tease. Just as I started to get into its rhythm, it changed. It seemed to be on some random setting that would change speed, pattern and intensity every so often, never quite letting me get used to it. I would catch my breath when one of the more intense vibrations kicked in, and I couldn't help but sigh when it switched to a more pleasurable sensation.

I was left alone again for I don't know how long as I was lost inside my own ass. I must have been squirming (which she hates) from the feelings inside me because I was shocked back to reality by a hard smack on the head of my cock. She had told me on many occasions that I was not allowed to squirm, but she had never done that before. The sting momentarily softened my erection slightly, but I settled down. The harsh awakening had also left me feeling how stretched and full I was. I longed to move it just a little, something, anything, to ease the pressure. I pushed a little but it didn't budge, I tried squeezing it in but I was already at my limit. There was only the irregular throb in my ass, the strong beat in my ears, the gag filling my mouth, the total enveloping darkness, and after a few more minutes I was starting to slip back into the zone.

The next startling sensation was on my chest. She traced a circle around each of my nipples with something hard and pointed. With everything else going on, the touch made my whole body shiver. After a couple of minutes of teasing, the feeling changed to something very cold and wet - she was using an ice cube to circle closer and closer to my ever hardening nipple. I should have expected what came next but in my current condition the bite of the clamp was a complete surprise that would have made me cry out except for the gag in my mouth. She had only used the clamps on me once before. My nipples were so small it had been hard for her to get them on last time. Now, with the ice and my current state of arousal, she didn't seem to have any trouble. She repeated the process on the other side, the clamp was still a bit of a shock when it latched onto my nipple even though I knew it was coming this time. Once she had them firmly attached, there was a slight tug on both sides as she tied the center of the chain too the steel ring above the table and pulled it just taut enough that even the slightest movement from me could be felt through my nipples like an electric current.

More long minutes ticked by, my anus and nipples both aching with both pleasure and pain, but the anticipation of what might be next was worse...then it came. A hard swipe from one of her floggers right across my left inner thigh. Then another on the right. She got into a rhythm as she continued. I was desperately trying not to move but each blow made me flinch sending a shock into my nipples. She moved to my buttocks, making me clench against the thick plug. Then up to my stomach and then, unbelievably, to my cock and balls. She was a bit more gentle there, but the sensation was so relentless that it brought tears to my eyes behind the mask and I twisted pointlessly trying to avoid the blows, screaming silently..

When she finally stopped, I could feel the heat radiating from where she had flogged me. The stinging sensations lingered. My hardness had withered under the assault but now I felt her grip my cock in her hand. She was kneading it with some kind of lotion that was providing some relief. My erection began to grow again as she continued to tug and stroke it back to life. When I was fully hard again (possibly harder than I had ever been in my life) she stopped.

It seemed to be a much longer interval before I felt her touch again. She was up at the top of the chair. She reached behind my head and undid the clasp for the penis gag, then pulled it out of my mouth. It felt good to relax my jaw. She pressed her finger to my lips again to remind me not to speak, then she helped me raise my head slightly so she could remove the headrest from the chair. This allowed my head to hang over the edge so my face was upside down. I felt her move in closer and then she pressed her lips against mine for a long deep kiss. She stroked my cheek as she pulled away.

Another long pause let my anticipation build even more. The plug in my ass shifted its pattern again, drawing my attention. My nipples ached. The music still blocked out all other sounds. Ages seemed to pass before I felt her presence at the top of the chair again. Something touched my lips and I opened my mouth, assuming it was another gag. As it entered my mouth, I could tell it was something different, and there was a smell I didn't recognize. The thing was warm and hard but fleshy. In my sexual stupor didn't fully realize what it was until it was pushed deeper and I felt something swing forward and bump against my nose. It was another man's cock! I started to say "No", but it just pushed farther into my mouth and I felt Fiona's hand under my chin, pressing to close my lips around it. I struggled to spit it out but his legs were now on either side of my head and there was no way I could move that would give me space to remove it. He pushed forward again and I felt it twinge and start to grow larger and more firm. I felt a hard smack on my already sore ass cheek. Not the flogger this time, maybe a paddle. After several hard licks, the intensity of the throbbing in my ass was increased and I moaned. She was trying both the carrot and the stick. The dick in my mouth grew even harder and I tasted pre-cum that was not my own. She gave me a half dozen more hard smacks on my ass and then she grabbed my balls in her hand. I quickly realized that I was in no position to win this battle. I vocalized my concession as best I could around the cock that was now filling my mouth, and then I started to suck.

Fiona released my balls a moment later and patted my stomach to signal her approval. Surprisingly, my own cock never seemed to lose any of its strength through this ordeal. It just tingled and felt harder than ever. Now that I seemed to be more willing, the unknown man started to slowly pump his cock in and out of my mouth. The head of his cock felt like it had doubled in size and pulled out until my lips were locked in the narrow ring just below the head, then plunged back in, going deeper and deeper until I could feel him touching the back of my throat. I gagged the first few times but he didn't stop pumping, only pulled back a little to let me catch my breath and swallow. We finally got into a good rhythm that wasn't making me gag while I was taking the majority of his shaft on each stroke. I could sense that Fiona was guiding him so that, like like with anal, she could teach me to enjoy this.

Fiona must have just been standing back enjoying the show for a while because I couldn't feel her presence. I thought about what I enjoyed when I received a blowjob from Fiona and I tried to mimic that hoping to speed up this process and get it over with. I started using my tongue to tease him as he pulled out. He seemed to like this so much, he started pausing when only the head remained so I could swirl my tongue around it and use the tip to probe the slit at the end. After a couple of moments of that, he would push back into me feeling bigger and harder than ever, his heavy balls slapping against the bridge of my nose. My attention was being drawn to so many places now - my nipples were begging to be released, my poor little anus seemed to have finally accepted the huge droning plug but its affect on my prostate was starting to make me drool semen, and this huge cock fucking my face.

12