My Own Device (Part 2)

{Start with Part 1}

Both Anna and I have learned a certain amount of foresight. Anna’s skirt, sensible and conservative, buttoned at the side, and she’d taken the care to leave it one button past nominal modesty. It was an easy thing to undo the rest of them, unwrap her, and slide the opened fabric from under her, revealing thigh-highs and plain, if pretty panties. After removing her shoes – there’s only so much kicking one can do if bound at the knee. The rounded base of the device creaked and rocked with Anna’s movements, and though the movements were limited, they might have felt bigger if you couldn’t get away from them. Anna tensed under my fingers as she rocked back farther than she expected.

“Jesus, Lazslo, this thing isn’t going to flip backward and crush me to death, is it?” The edge to Anna’s voice was almost pissed off. Either she truly lacked confidence in my carpentry skills, or the disequilibrium was having a real effect.

“I don’t think so, Anna.” I replied, unreassuringly. In truth, I had no doubts at all, but I enjoyed Anna off balance, just a bit. I chuckled at the thought, because I knew the sentiment was mutual. We’ve played with each other a long time, after all.

I took hold of the side of the wooden arm that extended under the handgrips and heaved up, as if really trying to flip the device. Anna’s face betrayed a moment shock as she cursed and grabbed the grips. Her heels barely touched the floor before I let up my effort, and she rocked back – and forth for a while.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Laz…” She did sound pissed now. I’d scared her – just a little.

“Don’t worry, Anna, I promise you’re safe – from this, anyway.”

There are limits to foresight; Anna’s shirt, bra, and panties all presented removal problems. I could have slipped her top off by releasing one arm at a time. She might even have acquiesced, though likely not after my rocking tease. Besides, this wasn’t about asking cooperation. Not after that last strap was secure. Fortunately, this being my workshop, I had a fair number of useful tools, and Anna had changes of clothes in her overnight bag.

I pulled my ridiculously-large-for-the-task leather cutting shears off the wall. The first slide of the blade bottom against the skin of her back resulted in a sharp intake of breath, with a “Lazslo!” as the shears took their first bite of shirt and bra-strap together. I methodically, silently, cut her top into enough ribbons to slide out from between her skin and the polished wood, and she said nothing else as I did it. There really is something about destroying clothing, I find. For a moment I paused, entertaining the idea of getting her bag and cutting up everything else she’d brought, right in front of her. I imagined Anna was thinking along the same lines when her body shivered under the half-closed blade.

With the shreds of her top littering my floor, I turned to her panties. One snip by each thigh and an easy pull. Smooth cotton, new; wet in the crotch. I decided to leave the stockings. They were, we both knew, one of my many personal weaknesses.

“That’s much better.” I said, watching Anna breathe, not quite yet panting. I walked around to where she could turn her head to see me as I undressed. I didn’t make a show of it, but I did watch her eyes follow the revelation of my skin. My cock, hard since she first stretched out on my device, sprang free from my boxers in an almost comical manner, but neither of us was laughing now. “Much better.” I repeated, and Anna’s eyes flashed dark as she licked her lips. A small bead of perspiration graced her temple.

I stepped over to the utility sink and filled a clean glass with water, taking a sip myself before coming over to offer it to her. She shook her head, no. I shrugged and set the glass on one of the worktables, then came back to beautiful Anna bent over the thing I made for her. I grasped the main lever once again and rocked her gently back and forth.

“The rocker can go both ways,” I said using my best pedantic voice. “I can let you back down onto your feet, or I can go the other way.” Dark wood creaked as I demonstrated.

“How… convenient.” Anna’s hands gripped hard as I moved her. Her quip lost its sarcastic bite in the huskiness of her voice.

“Oh, it’s not mere convenience, Anna. It’s Art. I mean look at you. You’re stunning.” I paused to look her whole length appreciatively before bending to whisper in her ear. “Did you know I made the straps just strong enough to hold you? There’s even the chance I miscalculated and you could break free if you really tried.”

I stepped back, and continued. “Art and design, form and function, really just this one lever can move the entire thing with so little effort, raising you right up to my mouth, so I can give you a good kiss without having to bend over.”

I pushed the lever, holding its stop, ratcheting the big internal wooden gears loudly as Anna’s rear end raised higher and higher. Her hands almost reached the floor as the wooden curve rolled under her. Each bump of the gears was designed to jar the solid structure, and I felt it do so through my free hand, just below Anna’s side.

“Jesus, Laz. You’re just e-evil.” I believed from her voice that she felt and heard everything as I’d intended it. It thrilled me, and made my cock twitch in anticipation.

“Now I can give you all the preparation you need easily,” I said, stepping  back behind her. God, it was perfect. Anna’s ass was right up in the air, her parted legs revealing her pink, swollen cunt at exactly my mouth level. I leaned in just a little bit to inhale her spicy sweetness, and was unable to stop until my lips pressed against her and my tongue was diving. We groaned together as I feasted like a man who hadn’t eaten proper food in months. In a way, I hadn’t, after all. It took minutes before I could pull myself away; minutes in which Anna’s cunt flooded against my tongue, and her muscles twitched and clutched at me when I stuck it deep in her as I could. Her gasps and coos were hypnotic enough I could have continued hours just listening to them. But I had other plans.

“Not,” I was close to panting now, too, pulling my head from between her thighs, “that you really needed any extra lubrication there, dear Anna, but this way I can get your ass ready, too.” A single squeeze of the release handle and the whole device clunked back one loud step, presenting Anna’s tight little pucker to me. Anna made a squeaking sound at the sudden jerk, and then another as I reverently placed each of my hands on her soft cheeks and pulled them apart, to allow my tongue to delve and dig once again against this more resistant opening. Anna’s sounds were different, too, more distressed at first, then more base and guttural. I felt the rumbling of two awakening beasts now; hers as well as mine.

{Continued in Part 3}