Dildo Stool

The honeymoon had been awesome. I had devoted myself completely to my new husband and master, and felt more fulfilled than I ever had.

I think I had also had more sex than in any other one week period. Jason was amazing, he seemed to be always erect and ready. There were a few times when we began making love when the cum from the last session was still sticky on my stomach and legs. I was sore in places I didn’t know I could be sore.

All things come to an end, and it was time to return to normal life (or so I thought). We had work beginning the next day, and the house needed to be cleaned; I wanted to get to bed early so I could be ready for work the next day. I began to pick up some of the remnants of our wedding and reception, and was about to get the vacuum out when Jason stopped me.

“Siobhan, dear. I appreciate your desire to keep the house in good order. However, I prefer to fuck you right now.”

“Jason, I have to get this place in order before work tomorrow and it is a mess. You know how I hate to leave a mess around. Besides I am just too sore right now, I don’t think I could stand to fuck one more time,” I smiled at him, kissed him lightly and returned to my cleaning.

Jason stood looking at me for a moment, and then reached out and took hold of my neck collar firmly. A second later a leash clicked in to place and he pulled me away, half dragging me down the hall. I knew I was in trouble and the best way to minimize the results was to just go with the flow and submit. Lucky for me, that’s what I do really well.

He dragged me down the stairs in to the basement and positioned me in the middle of the room. I was partially clothed, and he proceeded to remove what bits of cloth covered me. When my flesh was completely exposed to the cold basement air, he stood and looked at me appraisingly.

“Siobhan, I have to admit that you have one of the most outstanding bodies I have ever seen. But we need to work on you a bit. You see, when I say I want to fuck you, it means we are going to fuck. Period. It doesn’t matter whether you are sore or not. I think we may need illustrate this principle.”

He went to the side of the room and pulled out a low wooden stool. I had seen it before, but we had never used it. I noticed now that it had a small hole in the center. Jason went over to a cabinet on the side of the room, and removed an odd looking thing, that appeared to be dildo shaped but was too straight and pointed. He placed the base of this on the hole in the stool and pressed it down until it was firmly in place. A lubed condom went over it, and his intentions were crystal clear.

“Sit on the stool.” There was no emotion, no sympathy in his voice, just command.

I cautiously manuevered myself over the stool, and lowered myself on to the pointed wooden dildo. At first, it played with the lips of my pussy, and I slid it back and forth to loosen my flesh, get the lube spread around and begin the process of sliding it in. I looked up at Jason with big eyes as I slowly, carefully, slid down further on to the spiked dildo.

The further the horrid thing went in, the worse it felt. It was wide, very wide, and as I went down I felt the flesh of my pussy stretching. He urged me one, impatient at my careful approach and I shoved down a little more and gasped. I still hand’t gotten the thing in all the way and it was going to hit my cervix soon. I slid up and down on it a couple of times, trying to get used to the feeling of being distended by this stiff thing, and then slid down.

There was a sense of relief when my ass touched the stool, though as my weight came to a rest I felt the point of the dildo impale my cervix. It was pressing up and I thought it might enter me further if I wasn’t careful. It turned out I had little choice.

Jason took out come rope and proceeded to tie my arms together, and then raised my legs off the floor so I could not support any of my weight at all. I was thoroughly, totally impaled on the dildo stool, as he tied my ankles up to the stool legs.

The dildo hurt, not a lot, but it was definitely uncomfortable and I whimpered some. When Jason heard the noise, he smiled and kissed me. “That’s my girl. Suffer for me. It pleases me.”

And so I did. I sat there, tied to the dildo stool, the pain of being distended and impaled slowly growing, suffering for him. Suffering for my lover, my husband, my master. And in suffering, I felt myself becoming aroused, very aroused. I wiggled a little, just to feel the dildo stroke and stim me just a little.

Jason left me there, naked on the stool in the basement. He climbed the stairs, and when he reached the top, he turned off the lights and closed the door. I was in darkness, with my only real sensory stimulation the feeling of that huge thing stuck up my cunt. I thought I would cum right then and wriggled and struggled against the tight ropes.

After a while, the pain began to get worse and I felt like the entire lower half of my body was cramping. My cervix was pressed in, my legs were cramping and my pussy was distended painfully. My back hurt from sitting on the stool, and in the dark, I had no idea how much time had passed. It might have been five minutes, or five hours. I knew I should not call out unless I was seriously hurt, that this was my master’s punishment and I was to take it. This was my gift to him, obedience in suffering. Asking for relief was simply out of the question.

My legs began to shake as I tried to lift myself up, but failed.

I noticed my moans were getting louder, as I involuntarily reacted to the stiff pain that was growing in my loins.

The lights suddenly came on and blinded me. My eyes squeezed shut and I heard Jason coming down the stairs. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked up at him with a pleading look in my eyes. He was eating a sandwich, and leaned against a table and observed me twitching for a while. When he finished the sandwich he asked “Would you like to change position?”

“Yes, please.” I knew he wasn’t going to let me up off the stool yet, but any change in position would help me cope.

He came over and untied my legs from the stool. Blood suddenly flowed back and I yelped a bit at the unexpected pain as I placed my feet on the floor. My wrists and arms were freed, but he pulled me forward and retied my wrists to my ankles. I gasped as he pulled the ropes taught, bent over at the waist but still sitting on the horror stool.

The new position, while providing relief for my leg and back muscles, shifted the hard wooden dildo inside of me until it pressed back against the wall of my vagina and wedged up to the side of my cervix. I began to wonder if it would press against my spine, which could become very, very painful.

“Well, now Siobhan. You are pleasing me this evening. But we need to teach you one more lesson. I think we need to make sure that cunt of yours is stretched nicely so we don’t get sore any more, don’t you?”

I raised my head up to look at him with difficulty, and said nothing. Tears were beginning to run down my cheeks.

“Rotate.” He said it simply, clearly.

I couldn’t believe it. But I knew what he wanted.

“Rotate. Now.” He was impatient.

I started to move around the stool, moving my feet slowly, turning on my impaled cunt, just a few inches at a time.

“Keep going. All the way around.”

I kept going. Sliding my legs to the left a bit at a time, my arms following for they were tied to my legs. Step by step I rotated on the stool.

For the first time since sitting on this chair I felt totally humiliated. I had become some sort of pain-filled circus act, with a long stake in my pussy, rotating for the amusement of my master. A trained dog. I hung my head as I continued the rotation.

When I finally completed the turn, Jason came over and lifted my head up, and kissed me. He untied me, and slowly lifted me off the dildo stool.

An hour later I was laying on my back in bed, legs spread wide, fucking the living daylights out of my husband and master.

I had to work the next day, but I couldn’t think about it at all. Right now I was just his fuck toy, and loved it.