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I had run into Andy, the mechanical engineer inventor of the electric chair, at a Club X party. My wife Kat and I had helped him to make a flyer for the electric chair, a motorized bondage chair that allowed easy access to the person confined in the chair. After taking the pictures, Andy had allowed Kat (my wife) a turn in the chair. She was very pleased with what Andy and I did to her while she was strapped into the chair. I was pleased with how my usually domineering wife had responded so orgasmically to our various actions on her lush body as she was held tightly in that chair; confined, helpless, and hot for our sexual ministrations to her tits and pussy. After strapping Kat into the chair, Andy and I had played with her breasts, than I bent down and sucked one nipple into my mouth as Andy tasted the other one. When both of her nipples were standing up, hard and straight, I had then gone around to kneel between her legs and went down on her, keeping her in a continuous state of orgasm while Andy concentrated on her beautiful little boobs. Kat had enjoyed herself much more than Andy or I did, as we were both left without relief after Kat was done. When next I saw Andy, at the club X party, I asked him if we (Kat and I) could be invited to use the chair again. “Andy,” I asked, “Is there any possibility that Kat and I might be invited over to try your chair again? “No,” said Andy. That was pretty definite. “Please?” I asked. “Is there anything that I can do to change your mind?” “I would rather be in the chair, and I would rather come before you guys leave,” said Andy. “It was interesting, and your Kat’s a sexy hot babe. But I didn’t get any, so why should I invite you guys back?” I couldn’t blame him for that, I hadn’t come either. When my fingers were too tired to stroke Kat’s G-Spot, the whole little encounter had just kind of ended. “Okay,” I said, “you know that I am not sucking your cock, right? So what would make you want us to come back?” Andy, bless his heart, thought about my question for a while. “Ross,” he said, ”I don’t think that you will go for this, but I would like for Kat to strap me into the chair, then tease me for a long time, then climb into my lap and ride me ‘till I come inside her pussy.” Well okay. Andy had gone from one extreme to another, from “No” to “Let me fuck your wife.” I felt that there was some room here for negotiation. “Andy, how would you like a hand job? I mean, as long as you come, right?” Andy gave it some thought, and said “Maybe, if she would tease me a long time first. Is she good at that? Could she bring me right to the edge, then stop, and let me cool down, like, over and over?” He paused a moment, then added “Does she do that for you?” He thought some more, and looking at me suspiciously asked, “You do mean that she would do the hand job, don’t you?” “No!” I said, “I mean yes, I meant Kat. No, I didn’t mean me.” Whoa! “I would like to have any kind of sex with Kat.” “Andy,” I said,” I’ll talk to Kat, and if she’s okay with the idea of giving you a long, drawn out hand job, I’ll call you and we can arrange a date; how’s that?” “That sounds alright to me Ross,” said Andy. He gave me his number on the back of a business card, and I went to find Kat. Now it was time for the hard part. How do I talk my wife into giving someone other than me a hand job? I found Kat talking to some guys out back. This party wasn’t at a rented hall or anything. It was at someone’s house. I am embarrassed to admit that I don’t now remember whose house it was. I was happy to see Kat interacting with people at the party. She had trouble making friends, usually, but had been successful pretty quickly with Club X. A lot of guys hung out with her, I think because of her taking part in the Miss San Diego Leather contest. She came in third in a field of three, but everyone was nice about it, and she was no longer just a face in the crowd. She hung around with the women’s groups in the club a lot too. I was pretty much just Kat’s husband, and I was okay with that. I took Kat aside and asked her how she had liked her time in the electric chair. . . “Kat,” I said, “did you enjoy your time in Andy’s electric chair?” “Yes, I did. It was fun; do you want to do it again?” Kat was interested! “Yes! I just talked to Andy and…“ “No,” said Kat, “don’t tell me that you already talked to him?” “Well, yeah, I talked to Andy just now.” Kat snorted in disgust. “And you made some kind of deal with him?” I know that I was in grave danger now. I had acted independently, I had exceeded my authority. She would be mad any second now, and she never put off a fight until later almanbahis şikayet if she could help it. “I asked Andy what it would take for him to let us use his chair again, but I came right here to you to get your okay.” I hoped that she would not feel the need to tear me a new asshole over my unapproved independence of thought. It turns out that I was lucky this time. She hadn’t been concerned about the independence, but by my obviously inferior negotiating skills. “I’ll talk to Andy,” she told me. “Where is he?” I could see him from where I was standing, so I pointed and when Kat saw him, she told me, “Stay here. Don’t interrupt me, I’ll talk to Andy and we’ll make some kind of deal.” I didn’t have a chance to tell her anything about what Andy and I had talked about, she went straight to Andy and led him down the hall to, I suppose, one of the bedrooms. For privacy while they negotiated Kat’s deal, no doubt. I hung out on the patio. I didn’t see Kat again until it was time to leave, about an hour and a half later. After we got into her car, she told me that she had negotiated a deal, and that she would be at his house the next Saturday, and that I could come along if I wanted to as well. I had thought that this was my idea. Not anymore it wasn’t. It was a deal between Kat and Andy now, with me along for the ride. This was just so typical of my life. I am just way too easy going; people just walk all over me. But this time, I had a little plan of my own. If I could get Andy’s cooperation once Kat was in the chair, I felt sure I could have my way with Kat. Soon, at the crack of noon the next Saturday: Andy let us into his living room, where he had his electric chair setup The electric chair was a restraint chair, with straps to hold someone firmly in place, immobilized, as the chair was tilted forward and back. It also had an adjustment for spreading the occupant’s legs or bringing them together. All electrically powered and controlled by a pendant switch. Kat took off her coat, and Andy kind of gasped when he saw that she was wearing a pair of heels, opera length gloves, and nothing else under it. She was made up, her eyes dark lined, her lips and nipples decorated with matching lipstick. Her thick brown hair was pulled back into a bun on the back of her head. Andy handed me his camcorder. I was now a videographer! Woot. “Strip,” said Kat and Andy quickly kicked off his shoes, then skinned out of his jeans and t-shirt. He stood there in his boxers grinning like a fool. “Strip naked,” Kat said, rather sternly. He complied by sliding his boxers down and stepping out of them. Kat gestured at the chair, saying “Have a seat.” Andy sat. Kat strapped the now naked Andy into the chair. I walked slowly around them, taping her as she cinched the straps, making him grunt as she made the waist strap tight. I loved the way her tits jiggled as she moved; I loved the way she looked, shaved clean except for her eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair. Her face was lacking expression as she took up her crop and the switch box. “Andy, you belong to me now. So you PAY ATTENTION!” her sudden shout surprised Andy and me. She completely ignored me now that the play had started, it seemed appropriate to me that she do so. Andy expected something special from Kat, or as he put it, with Kat. “Yes, Mistress,” he said. It was so cliché, but I was beginning to see why it had become cliché. He, and she, had their roles to play here, and even though to a casual observer it would seem as if Kat was in charge, I understood that they were following Andy’s script. Oh, Kat would get what she wanted from the encounter, and no doubt about that. But this would not end until Andy got what he wanted too. Kat put her crop in her teeth, and with the pendant switches brought Andy’s legs together. She straddled his legs and ran her hands up his chest, finally resting her body against his. Taking up the switch box, she rotated the chair so that Andy was now on his back, with her body resting on his. She let go of the switch box and took the crop out of her mouth and held it in her right hand; leaning in she licked his lips, and when he opened his mouth she licked his tongue too, drawing it out and stroking it with hers. Her tongue slid down under his tongue as she lowered her face to his face, pressing her soft, full lips to his lips. He moaned, and then so did Kat, as they passionately kissed. Kat twisted her head back and forth, and the kiss seemed to go on forever, but after a few minutes she pulled away, causing Andy to gasp. As she pressed her lips to his again, I noticed that she had started humping him, sliding almanbahis canlı casino her naked pussy forward and back on his belly. Again their kiss went on for minutes; Andy’s moaning changing from long, soft expressions of sensuality, to shorter, more insistent sounds of lust, timed not to the kiss but to Kat’s humping. She finished the kiss, licking her lips as she pushed herself up from his chest. Her hips still rocked forward and back as she rose up on him, from this position I could see that her pussy was now sliding along the length of his surprisingly long cock. She shifted side to side for a moment, and I saw that she now had his cock sliding slickly between her pussy lips. She looked down at his cock, which was quickly getting shinier as she coated it with her pussy juice. “Andy, slave of mine, do you want me?” she said, teasing him with her words. “Oh yes,” he said, “yes Mistress, I want you, my cock wants you!” His words seemed to anger her, and she snapped her riding crop on his chest twice, then reached back and had at his thigh for a few wacks. “Whose cock, slave? Whose cock?” she demanded. “Yours, Mistress, yours! I belong to you, my cock belongs to you!” “Do I have to share it, slave?” she asked, bringing the crop around and stroking his face with it. “No, Mistress, my cock is yours, only yours. Your slave’s cock is only for you, no one else,” he answered, a bit desperate sounding. “Is there any part of you that isn’t mine, slave?” She leaned forward again, and licked his chin, up to his lips. “Are your lips mine, slave Andy? Is your tongue mine as well?” “Everything I have and am Mistress, is yours,” he said, “I want nothing more than to serve you, now and always. You are my Mistress.” “Oh slave, how very romantic you are!” said Kat. “But have you forgotten our little talk last night? Isn’t my pussy pleasing my cock right now?” Her hips continued their motion, sliding her pussy along his cock, forward and back, constantly. Little talk? “I,” said Andy, “I, um, my cock, I mean your cock, isn’t actually inside your pussy . . .” Kat straightened up, and hit Andy on his chest with her crop again. “I am pleasing my cock with my pussy RIGHT NOW!” She hit him with the crop again, harder this time. “What did we agree on just yesterday, slave, hmm? Just yesterday, what is my name now?” What? What yesterday, they talked yesterday? This was the first I had heard of this. Just what kind of agreement had they come to, anyway? I thought I knew all about the deal, that this was just a one-time thing. He would have his turn in the chair, than she would have hers, right? Was this the script? Was this what they had agreed to when they talked about this yesterday, and last weekend at the party? Or was Kat going off on some script of her own? “Mistress,” he said. She hit him again, and stopped her hip movement. “Slave Andy, what do you call me when I please my cock?” Andy looked at me, for the first time since he had been strapped into the chair. He looked nervous. He hesitated, and Kat hit him with the crop again. “Mistress Pussy Kat,” he said. Cute name, I thought. I wondered why it seemed such a big deal to both of them. Kat’s hips started moving again. “You have one thing, Slave Andy,” said Kat, ”you have a Mistress. One Mistress and I am that Mistress. You are my slave, and I am your Mistress Pussy Kat.” “Yes, Mistress,“ said Andy, “yes, Mistress Pussy Kat, My one and only Mistress Pussy Kat.” Hold on here. MY wife is HIS one and only Mistress Pussy Kat? What? “That’s right, Slave,” said Kat. Or perhaps Mistress Pussy Kat said it; I’m not entirely sure who. Kat reached for the pendant switch box, and I had to pass it to her. She righted the chair and stepped off, Andy moaning in frustration the whole time. As she climbed off of him, I saw for the first time the size of Andy’s cock. It was hard and about eight inches long, and easily twice as thick as mine. It was slick and shiny from all the pussy juice Kat had left on it and more was smeared on his belly. Kat then pressed the switch that spread Andy’s legs apart. Kneeling between his legs, she adjusted his position, tilting the chair back to bring his cock to her face level. She looked at his slimy cock, than at her nice velvet gloves, then at me. I got the message, and brought her a damp washcloth, which she refused to take from my hand. “Clean him up,” she said,” I don’t want to touch his cock or that wet cloth with my gloves.” “You clean him up,” I said. “I am not touching his cock. He and I agreed to that right at the beginning.” I put down the video camera held out my hand. She handed me her almanbahis casino riding crop and I set it aside. She then pulled off first her left glove, then her right one. I put them with the riding crop and picked up the camera to continue taping. When Kat saw the camera running, she turned back to Andy and grasped his cock firmly in her hand. It was covered with her goo, and his. She smeared it around his shaft as she began to stroke him. She had a pretty good rhythm going when she brought her left hand over and, with her hand held open, rubbed the palm of her hand on his cock head, smearing the goo all around it and then wrapping that hand around his stiff cock too. Holding tight to his big cock, she engulfed it with her hands, squeezing it tight as she ran her hands up and down, up and down, up and down. I would have to say that Andy seemed pleased. If he could have moved, he would have squirmed all over the place. He’d have fucked Kat’s hands. But he couldn’t move much at all, so he just yelled. He yelled a bunch. “Oh my God!” he cried. “Oh god yes! Do that, Kat! Do that, yessss, do that, Mistress Kat, oh, oh yesssssss.” And more yelling like that. So of course she stopped again. “Are you stupid or something? I JUST NOW told you my name. Do you want me to stop? Is that what you want me to do, slave?” “Nooo, Mistress, don’t stop, noooo. You are my Mistress Pussy Kat”, don’t stop, please!” “Beg,” said Kat. “My Mistress Pussy Kat, please stroke my cock, please? Please, I’ll do anything, just tease me, tease me with your hands and your pussy your lips Kat Pussy Mistress Lips be my Mistress Pussy Kat I beg you, please.” He wasn’t making much sense, but the gist was clear enough. After that, he just whined pathetically. “Say my name!” said Kat. “MISTRESS PUSSY KAT!” yelled Andy. “Shhh, shhh, not so loud, slave Andy,” said Kat soothingly. “Chant my name and see if that doesn’t help, okay?” So he started chanting, “Mistress Pussy Kat, Mistress Pussy Kat, Mistress Pussy Kat…” over and over. I didn’t get why Kat wanted him to do that, but she demanded it and he gave it to her; as he chanted, she started stroking him again, her strokes matching the cadence of his chant. After a while, minutes, Andy was getting pretty close to coming. His breathing became kind of ragged, but he was chanting pretty fast, the three words of Kat’s name running together, until he broke the chant to cry out “Stop Mistress Pussy Kat! Too much, I’m gonna come! Tease Mistress, oh god, oh god!” “SHUT UP SLAVE!” yelled Kat. She let go of his cock with her left hand, stroking without missing a beat with her right. She took the base of his cock between her left thumb and index finger, squeezing tight with her thumb underneath. Holding him tight that way, she stroked him all the way from tip to base so fast that her hand became a blur. He yelled, wordlessly, but as he was completely at Kat’s mercy strapped in his chair, he found that she had none. “Cum slave, cum as hard as you can, cum for your Mistress Pussy Kat!” And he did. Sort of did. I could see, and video, Andy’s balls twitching as he tried to cum, as Kat pushed him over the edge and he came. Pulse after pulse, he came. And nothing came out, nothing at all. Kat’s thumb at the base of his cock, held tight to the underside, blocked his jizz from running up to the tip of his cock and squirting out. Kat stroking Andy’s cock, and since his cum was not able to get out, his body continued to pulse as it tried to squirt. Kat stopped stroking after a while, but held tight to the base of his cock. Pretty soon he stopped pulsing, and a while after that Kat let go of his cock entirely. She reached for the pendant switch and stood up with it. Andy’s cock started drooling as Kat stepped back and started rotating the chair forward, bringing Andy’s head up and then down, until he was face down hanging in the straps. She lifted the pendant switch’s cable over the chair as she stalked around to stand, than kneel between his legs. She passed the switch box from one hand to the other as she turned around and sat on the floor underneath Andy’s cock. Kat tilted her head back and stuck her tongue out, catching the come drooling from his cock. Using the switch, she tilted the chair in little steps, bringing Andy’s cock down to her tongue. She licked around the head, capturing his jizz, than adjusted the chair some more, bringing it down into her mouth. Her head was tilted way back, and she held still until she had a little more than half of it in her mouth. She dropped the switch again and reached up, again holding the base of his cock so that no more jizz came out. She thrust her head up and down, sucking him hard, her pace picking up pretty rapidly as she went. I think that a mental health professional would have been safe to declare Andy insane right about then. He didn’t SAY anything, even though he was making plenty of noise.
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