Chapter 4: Tension Table

With all secure it was time for some fun in the playroom, downstairs. This is the only basement in the area and as it happens it is not on the city records. It was dug some time ago using imported labor.

First came an inspection; I had Gracie step on to a raised platform, hold her arms high, then turned on the spotlights.

She was really something. I said as much. About 5 foot 4. On the bathroom camera I had seen she was a natural blonde in a sensible but attractive variation on a pageboy cut. Down below she was lasered bare front and back, a very expensive job to go with the anal bleaching. She showed a very prominent sex; around her jutting mound it was indented, with puffy fat outer lips marking a long slit that would tempt any man. In back her cleft went high on her oh-so-round butt, but her perfect pink rosebud was placed low. Her figure was the rarest of designs: a slim but curvy body type I call “Joanna” after someone I saw once. I had her bend forward to confirm what I thought I had seen; her breasts were very large, in fact they were the largest and most pert naturals I had ever seen without any sign of flop to them. I knew that in bed or at a black-tie ball she would be a dream. I started to think I could keep her. Of course that was impossible, but a guy can dream, can’t he?

My mirror-lined playroom included three major works of motorized erotic bondage furniture: a X-cross, a custom “sex horse” and a high-tech tension table. All had their own motors and were designed for easy one-man operation.

I explained that I was starting her with the tension table. It acts like a medieval rack to stretch a body and limbs out while presenting a body for sex in the ‘bent-over, from-behind’ position. The device was actually desk-sized. Feet were secured to a base platform on the legs of the table, they fit into movable pieces that looked much like front of a shoe. These had wide leather straps that wrapped around the feet and lower leg then laced up, so really the bottom half of the calf was secure. The bent-over occupant rested on a padded bolster that motors could move up-down, in-out, or change the angle. The arms were stretched out and secured individually, at any angle from directly over the head to about 60 degree to the side. Fingerless gloves that went halfway up the arm were laced on, and the gloves hooked to springs connected to the cables of two motors.

There is an adjustable false floor platform behind the table that the operator can adjust his own height relative to the table occupant.

The table is adjustable in every way I could think of, more or less comfortable depending on the settings, and takes little room. It is cushioned where it supports the body. By using broad soft leather gloves and leggings instead of damaging cable ties to secure the limbs we did not put the wrist or ankle at risk. Plus, the tension at either arms (winch motors) or legs (via the bolster) could be varied at the touch of a button. Various meters gave helpful, objective readings of tension in play on each limb. There were medical scopes to show the effect.

She was game to play and willingly accepted my invitation to step up, bend forward, and let me strap the table on to her limbs. It was like she could not wait to be fucked, she actually giggled when I adjusted the height for her using my cock to get it right.

Once she was secured I made adjustments and put myself deeply into the project. Bareback.

When I put my cock into her pussy she was very wet with anticipation, and her body quivered with the sensation. I went all the way in with two easy strokes. She was not under tension yet so she moved with me perfectly and gave this little moan of pleasure that was pure music to my ears. Damn, that was a sweet sound, I wanted to hear that for the rest of my life! She flexed the internal muscles, she felt like she was trying to compress my cock along the length inside her. I held myself inside her and enjoyed the incredible feelings of her body reacting to my cock. Her body moved like she could not help it, like she needed me. She made little noises as she moved, sincere little sounds of pleasure that came unhindered even if I might kill her.

I imagined this was better than she hoped for, she just didn’t know it yet. But I wanted to be sure. “Were you serious about some pain with your pleasure?”

“Yes please. I was sincere. This device ... you said it does tension like a rack? Please?”

I activated the automatic BP cuff. “Is your preference for spanks, maybe with a flogger, or do you want some nipple clamps, or is straight tension what you are looking for?”

“Oh, I was hoping for pure tension actually, I think that is why they stretched me. Except they were clumsy, useless. They did the clamps but they were not very good ... clamps need a bit of theater and I am afraid I was not much of an audience ... and they were terrible showmen! As for stretching my holes, they said they didn’t want me to enjoy their ‘overwhelming’ size. Can you believe that? But really, as to the fine line between pleasure and pain ... I sort of wanted them both, to be balanced on that line at higher pleasure and higher pain. Tension does that so well ... and I already have higher pleasure.” She wiggled on my cock.

Because of the way her holes had been stretched she was a little too loose. I shifting my height, which changed our angle, that fixed it. Her fuckholes would be much better tomorrow once they returned to normal.

Taking her at her word for what she wanted, I adjusted her hips then I touched a button so the electric motors began to pull on her arms, like the ‘rack’ of classical torture.

“Oh yes, sweet pain ... that is it ... FUCK! Such a marvelous device,” she said.

I stopped the motor, but she wanted more. “That is what I needed. Ohhh ... yes. A bit more please?” I looked at the tension gauge, her body was stretched pretty tight, but if she wanted more - I touched the switch and watched the tension dial move. It took her BP into the upper half of the yellow.

“Ohhh yesssss, such a sweet pain. Fuck me now Batman, you feel so good inside. Could you, well ... do me like a slut?”

With a request like that, what choice did I have? I put it to her pussy like a jackhammer, fast and hard. She took it like a dream, a very naughty dream with sound effects and lots of natural “lady be happy” juices foaming and oozing. She practically gushed! In no time I had her moaning on every stroke, every movement was multiplied in every joint of her stretched body. She was getting a high, very finely balanced mix of pleasure and pain together. As requested.