My date with the furniture part 2 - M/f - BDSM - xposted | 2016

Niral was somewhat shaky as we untied and helped her off the table. The mixture of the few hours of bondage and the orgasm led us to needing to help her walk around the party, still nude, for a few minutes. Though, she kept the blindfold on and earplugs in through most of it. We took them out long enough to make sure she was ok and wanted to continue.

When we were ready, we led her to the main entertaining area where there were already a few demo's going on. The owner of the apartment had a St. Andrew's Cross set up. Two actually, but one was set up just for Niral.

"What's the plan," I asked the host.

"Next up, she is going to be our little bondage lamp," he said and motioned to a box on the floor. "Help me with this stuff."

In the box were a jumble of items. I saw strings of Christmas lights, some things that looked like light bulbs, clothespins on strings and a few sex toys like dildos and gags. Some items he took and others he gave to me.

The light bulbs where props. They had small batteries in them and glowed when turned on. They had been attached to sex toys.

The first was attached to a ring gag. I slid the ring gag into place making it appear as if she was holding a lit light bulb in her mouth.

Next there was a large dildo and a very tiny butt plug, both took condoms and lube and (as anyone who has tried to get such things to stay in place on a standing person) a good deal of duct tape to hold them in. The effect was to appear that she had light bulbs sticking out of her ass and pussy, being lit by some internal energy.

We moved her to the cross, face first, exposing her back and chained her ankles and wrists into place. We then began to place clothespins, pinching her skin, up and down the sides of her body. We took the Christmas lights and plugged them in. We connected them to the top of the cross to hold the weight and then ran the strands down using bits of duct tape to stick them to the clothes pins.

The effect was not perfect, but it still looked great. Stepping back we had the small Niral tied to the cross. Her ass and pussy gave off light and she was surrounded by Christmas lights. We turned the lights in the room low and everyone clapped.

The host brought out some light floggers and invited people to play with her, light and medium strokes only. I didn't know about the safe word and asked, it was her snapping her fingers. My job, when I wasn't taking my turn with a flogger, was to watch for the snapping.

She barely moved, and she would later tell me that this experience was the most bizarre of the night. She thought she had entered a deep subspace during it and had just kept telling herself that her only purpose was to bring light and pleasure to the party. That she was an object. She said it was better than drugs, a disassociation from reality and that she started to almost feel like she wasn't a real thing any more.

For about 45 minutes I watched this beauty get beat as she lit the room for us. Eventually she was rewarded. I moved under her and removed the tape and the dildo and butt plug from her carefully, then held the Hitachi in place against her clit. The party continued to flog her until I felt her coming above me.

After her orgasm, we carefully removed everything but the blindfold. She was almost limp and unsteady on her feat, I had to hold her up and actually carry her to the next station. Before we put her ear plugs back in, we asked two questions. I asked her if she wanted to stop or wait and she said no, that she was loving it. The host asked if she wanted to go ahead with her plans with me. She said yes and I started to ask but he gave me a shush motion.

I followed the host, carrying Niral to the couch and set her on the ground.

The duct tape came out. She was placed kneeling and her ankles were taped tight. Her knees taped together. Her arms were places so that her ankles were straight down at her sides with one hand palm flat on her stomach and the other hand palm flat on the back of that hand. Duct tape was wrapped around and around her leaving only her breasts visible and trapping her arms and hands in place.

Niral was on her knees, resting her ass on her ankles and totally unable to move. If she bent forward, without her arms she would fall, if she let her weight shift to the side, she would fall. She could move her head. The host asked me to sit on the couch and then moved her, and carefully leaned her forward until her forehead was on the floor lifting her ass into the air. She was perfectly in place to be my foot rest.

The most motioned for me to put my feet up on her and I did. There were a few people left in the room.

"So," the host said, "her rules for you are basically use a condom and no anal sex. You have to remember though that she's inanimate. She can't move even if we know she can. Don't break her out of it. She wants to feel used, she wants to feel like a piece of furniture with no choice or even caring on if she gets fucked by some guy. If you have her do more than suck her dick, she'd like the room to be mostly clear, I know whose allowed to watch."

He gave me a few names and left to gather a few people.

In the mean time I just stretched my legs on her before sitting forward to let my hands roam her body. I let my fingers caress her back and her ass and I teased her a bit sliding my fingers into her pussy and ass, still a little wet from arousal and lube. She didn't move an inch but I could feel her tensing at times.

The host came back at some point and gave me the OK. About four others were in the room besides Niral and I. The host who by now had his slave with him. He was sitting in a chair across from me and had his slave boy starting to get his cock out as he watched. I felt weirdly more comfortable by this, I wouldn't be the only guy with my cock out. There was another couple and they stood and watched.

I began by maneuvering Niral so that her head was lieing on my clothed lap. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, pushing the tip against her lips. She didn't open them so I stuck my finger into her mouth and pushed it open until my cock would fit.

The host hadn't been kidding that she wouldn't do much. She let her mouth close on my dick enough to seal it in, but didn't move her tongue or anything. I took her by the hair at the back of her head and began to use it as an anchor to move her mouth on my cock. I was effectively rocking her head back and forth to make my cock, hardening quickly, in and out of her mouth.

I looked around and saw that the host was much farther into his blow job and that the couple against the wall were still watching, he was back against the wall and she was in front of him, her back against him and his hands were up her shirt. I was encouraged.

I started to use her head as, well basically, a flesh light. I took her head with both hands, holding the sides of her face and began to lift her head on and off my cock as quickly as I could. She tried to stay limp but occasionally gagged a bit and I tried to adjust myself.

I started to worry that the gagging might take her out of her space, so I pulled her mouth off my hard cock and moved her so that she was head down and ass up on the floor again.

I looked around for a condom, waved at the host and he grabbed a pack and tossed it to me. I quickly pulled a condom on and using my fingers tested. She was small and tight, especially with how her legs where tied together, but so wet.

I knelt behind her and moved into place, carefully placing my cock at her entrance and slid in slowly, relishing every moment of it. I began to fuck her slowly, trying to put on a bit of a show. The host was watching avidly and I could tell getting close to popping himself. The couple against the wall had gotten to a point that both of his hands were down here pants, clearly fingering her hard and whispering in her ear. I could only guess at what he was saying.

I picked up my tempo, I had been waiting all night, playing with this nude beauty, using her, making her into nothing more than a piece of furniture of art and it wasn't long before I began to cum. I finished and eventually pulled out of her. She didn't move an inch the whole time.

She had cum during it. Not through any skill on my part, but from how deep she was into it. She felt so used, so inhuman, so removed from everything and overwhelmed by it that she had cum very early during it without my noticing.

A small group of us stayed late with her, for awhile I was on the couch and she lay across my chest recovering. I helped her home and left her in her bed. I would only get to play with her two other times before I left, but this time is the one that I remember best. My first date with a woman who wanted to be nothing more than a thing used for pleasure.

End of story part 2

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