The pickup truck came to a gentle stop in front of the automated gate that gave access to the outskirts premium self storage lot. With a quick press in the associated app, the male driver soon had the gate slowly clearing the entryway while the much younger woman sitting next to him put her hand to his thigh and sensually let it slide towards his crotch. With a jolt, the 38-year-old felt his already semi erect penis instantly swell to full proportions as he gasped in surprise.
“Oh, I’m sorry baby, not a good time?” the woman said and halted her advances with a coy smile on her face. Giving his strikingly beautiful passenger a quick glance before he put the pickup in motion again, the man smiled and replied, “What, no!”—the man pulled the woman’s slender hand firmly against his throbbing crotch and raised an eyebrow—”Give it to me honey…”
With a wicked smile on her face, the woman expertly unbuttoned the man’s trousers to free the impressive cock trapped inside before she gently let her fingers slowly stroke its underside, focusing on the frenulum. With his mouth wide open, the man slowly exhaled before groaning in pleasure as he briefly fumbled with his phone until he managed to get a video app started to record the action. “You are such a dirty, dirty boy!” the woman exclaimed as she took the phone to assume the documentation responsibility, allowing him to concentrate on the driving, before she continued, “You really like to record us don’t you, a proper documentarian… you perv…”
“Uh-huh…”
“If I didn’t know better I would probably be jealous…”
“Jealous?” the man managed to reply in between groans, “Of what?”
“All this amazing footage, I bet you jerk off to it when I’m not around… ”
“Yeah…”
It was uncertain if the man even registered what the younger woman just said but he did for sure enjoy her skills as he suddenly exclaimed, “Oh Jesus Christ!” as soft lips suddenly embraced his shaft and a limber tongue began to caress with the top of his cock. The storage lot wasn’t particularly big which meant that the drive to the main building, hosting the premium compartments, wasn’t particularly far. Still, by the time the truck came to a halt by the main entrance the man was clearly fighting his rapidly approaching orgasm as he loudly exclaimed, “Fuck!... I’m cumming… I’m cumming!”
The heads up seemed uncalled for as the young woman greedily took the lukewarm semen down her throat and swallowed all of it, leaving barely any residue for the woman to lick off of the still semi erect cock. As the man slowly came back down from his orgasm, the woman leaned over to give him a passionate kiss on the cheeks and seductively said, “You’re welcome…”
“That was fucking amazing… I owe you one baby…” the man replied as he took his phone back before gently leading the woman into a long passionate kiss, all while doing his best to capture the action with his phone. The kiss turned into a deep and prolonged smooch before the young woman pulled back and put a finger to the man's lips before stating, “I really want to call in that favour you just mentioned, but as we have places to be why don’t we get things sorted here so we can be on our way, okay?”
“Sure, let me just fix this” the man replied as he buttoned his pants before cheerfully jumping out of the truck. As the pair met up at the back of the truck the man was still smiling and gave the young woman a long and thorough look. The 24-year-old had long, dark brown hair, luminous hazel eyes, thick arched brows, a straight nose, high cheekbones, and full, softly defined lips. Her face was heart-shaped with a smooth complexion and a gentle, symmetrical elegance that made her look nothing short of divine.
Her outfit certainly matched her beauty and young age, hinting at a lavish yet adventurous lifestyle. A tight, black sweater covered her naturally slim waist, slender arms and half of her delicate hands. Her perky breasts were hard to miss under the tight sweater even though they were partly covered by an unzipped, cropped, biker jacket in black leather. She wore matching black leather tights that really emphasised her long, toned legs and she wore a pair of ankle high heels in black suede. Her make up, bold and seductive.
Apparently overdone his ogling, the woman finally raised an eyebrow at the man and asked, “What?” before smiling, clearly enjoying the attention.
“Nothing, you are just hard to take your eyes off, that’s all…”
The woman’s smile grew even bigger as she replied, “Why thank you,” before looking up at the truck bed and adding, “Shall we?”
“Sure, let me just get a trolley first.”
By the time the man had returned with a heavy, wheeled trolley the woman had already climbed on top of the truck bed and was resting her lovely buttocks against a securely strapped crate. The crate, made in aluminium, measured one by one meter with a height of two meters and had recessed dual carrying handles on all sides. While the trolley was parked right behind the truck and had its wheels locked, the man could hear the woman ask him, “So what’s in this bad boy anyhow?” as she tapped the crate with her long nails.
“Aum… It’s—” Steven paused as if to buy some time before he continued “—a secret.”
“A secret… Okay, kinda makes me want to know what it is, baby.”
“Well, I can’t tell you right now, maybe later okay?”
“Okay, sure…”
The woman was clearly not too stoked with the secrecy but didn’t push it further and instead asked, “So, how do we get this thing on to the trolley?”
“Yeah, uhm… Hang on!” the man said as he climbed onto the truck bed and realised they could be in trouble. Getting the crate onto the flatbed had required the help of a neighbour, a much sturdier person than his female companion. Giving as best instructions as he could, the man positioned the duo on opposite sides of the crate and told her they needed to push the crate towards the edge. While the crate inched its way forward, it only did so on one side as the woman was clearly not up to the task at hand. After a few additional and futile attempts the man was about to accept defeat when another man suddenly approached and shouted, “Hang on, hang on. Let me help you guys.”
Relieved, the man watched his helpful comrade help the woman off the truck bed, easily lifting the neat woman by her waist, before he himself jumped up and extended a hand while saying, “Roger, pleased to meet you.”
“Steven, likewise. That down there is Abigail,” Steven replied while the two men shook hands. After Roger had given Abigail a courteous nod the men made short work of safely lowering the crate onto the trolley, after which they both got back down on the ground.
“Could you get my phone from the cab please honey,“ Steven asked Abigail who gladly complied, leaving Steven to catch Roger ogling her swaying leather hips as she walked away. Deciding to not make a fuss about it, Steven redirected Roger’s attention by saying, “Thanks, man. So glad you showed up.”
“Yeah, think nothing of it,” Roger replied and then added, “Hey I have to ask, what do you do for a living Steven?”
“I’m an HR manager.”
“Huh?”
“Human resources, I manage a team of seven.”
“Oh… okay.”
“Why?”
“No I just… Look, don’t take this the wrong way but Abigail seems way out of your league and I wondered how someone like you managed to snag someone like her.”
Taken off guard by the man’s candour Steven needed a second before he replied “Oh!?” before raising an eyebrow, not knowing how offended he should be.
“No, no, please. Don’t take it the wrong way, I’m stoked that guys like us can be together with women like her. It gives one hope you know…” There was a bit of awkward science before Roger continued by asking, “So what are you doing here?”
“Well, we’re here to drop this thing off and after that we are off to the islands for a few days, flight leaves in three hours so…”
“Ah man, with her. You lucky basterd… Right!”
Thankfully Steven didn’t have to entertain the conversation further as Abigail returned with his phone after which she too thanked Roger for the help before he departed. Unlocking the wheels on the trolley, Steven then turned to Abigail and said, “Why don’t you wait in the truck baby, I won’t be long and I really don’t want to leave this beast alone if you know what I mean.”
Barely managing to hide her relief, Abigail replied, “Really, you sure you will be alright on your own?”
“For sure, the hard part is done. Just need to drop this off and check on a few things while I’m here. Won’t be more than ten minutes, fifteen tops.”
With a sensual smirk on her face, Abigail bit her lower lip before saying, “Okay, I’ll be right here planning what to do with you once we hit the bungalow.”
Starting to push the trolley towards the main entrance, Steven replied, “Why wait that long… Be right back,” and got a huge smile on his face as his answer had Abigail sensually bit her lower lip. Having used the storage app to enter the main building, Steven started a video recording again before he put his phone on top of the crate with the camera pointing to the ceiling. After a brief elevator ride to the top floor, Steven pushed the crate to one of the corners of the building until he arrived at unit 524. Having dialed in the six figures needed to unlock the hefty coded padlock, Steven raised the roller shutter and pushed the trolley into the unit before closing the shutter again behind him. Only ever having set foot inside the storage unit once before, Steven fumbled a bit in the pitch black darkness before he managed to find and press the lightswitch which quickly had the storage unit bathing in cool white light.
The unit only held a pair of wheeled stainless steel cabinets and a leather cushioned stool standing nearly centered in the vast space, there was nothing else. Size hadn’t been a priority when renting it, the extras available had. Individual climate control and limitless access to electrical power with a 72 hour diesel generator backup on top of a 48 hours battery backup had been essential when signing the rental contract. With the trolley pushed next to the cabinets, Steven took a deep breath and methodically started to undo several turn latches that held the top and sides of the cabinet together. Putting the soundproofed parts carefully on the floor one by one, Steven soon had all parts removed and could eye its contents.
A custom made titanium cage that not only matched the size of the crate perfectly but was also holding a rubber covered female in strict bondage. Doing his best to appear unbothered by the sudden and overwhelming odour of hot rubber, sweat and sex, Steven unlocked and opened the cage to give himself better access to the moaning woman inside of it.
Instead of kneeling on the floor of the cage, the rubberized form hung suspended in vertical hogtie, supported all around by heavy coil springs. She wore a skintight catsuit in black latex that for the initiated clearly looked to be custom made since the fit was impeccable despite her bondage position. The woman’s waist was being crushed to the point of what most likely had to be painful by a severely redistricting black leather corset that engulfed her all the way from just under her perky breasts to about mid hip. The steel boned corset was busked in the front and tightly laced in the back, giving her an incredibly but almost cartoonishly narrow waist.
At the bottom edge of the corset were six leather straps that held a pair of 6 inch wide leather cuffs that had been tightly strapped around her thighs. Between the thigh cuffs was a 8 inch spreader bar that forced the woman’s legs apart and gave unrestricted access to her lower orifices. Lastly, the bottom edge of the corset also featured an additional pair of leather straps that had been tightly strapped in place through her crotch.
An equally restrictive neck-corset in matching leather was buckled to the top edge of the corset by four leather straps. True to its name, the bottom edge of the neck-corset ran around the woman at the top of her breasts, over the lateral neck area and between her shoulder blades in the back where it had been tightly laced in place. The top edge followed the woman’s jaw line in front and all the way up to the top of her nape in the back, leaving her deprived of even the slightest head or neck movement. To finish the beautifully crafted item off was a sturdy o-ring in the front, furthering the bound woman’s already subservient look.
Her feet had been tightly laced into a pair of knee high ballet boots in black leather that also looked to be a custom order as they fit her like a second skin with not so much as a hint of a crease to be seen anywhere. The woman’s slender arms and small hands had, on top of a pair of unseen latex gloves, been put into a bolero styled straight jacket in heavy black rubber that severely restricted her limbs around her corseted waist and left little in ways of wriggle room.
The woman’s entire head was covered in a black latex hood that featured a pair of tearshaped cutouts for her beautiful eyes and a sturdy tube at the crown of her head through which jet black hair effortlessly hung in an arc down her back. The hood also featured a pair of nostril tubes with attached quick connect fittings at the ends that protruded about an inch from the woman’s nose. Steven couldn’t help but to visibly shiver at the thought of having such tubes up and through one’s nasal cavity, all the way down the throat to the top of the windpipes.
Strapped to the woman’s head was an octopus styled muzzle that covered her entire lower face with a cut out for her nose, also made in fine black leather. The muzzle had five straps that clutched around her head where they had been tightly buckled to a form cut leather piece at the nape of her neck. The whole thing looked a bit as if an octopus had attached itself to the woman’s lower face with its tentacles wrapped around the head, hence the name. Compared to other bondage muzzles, this one had a very sleek design and perfectly followed the woman’s head features without a single crease. The only visible addition to the muzzle was a short tube that protruded from where the woman’s mouth would be, ending in yet another quick connect hose fitting.
The woman’s bondage was actually quite simple but very effective. In addition to her tightly buckled straight jacket and the suspension springs that were attached to sturdy d-rings in her leather wear, the woman’s vertical hogtie was achieved by a couple of sturdy leather straps that tightly buckled the back of her lower legs to her thighs. Again, quite simple but very effective.
Hinting at the time that she had already spent trapped inside the crate, the woman had a catheter tube emerging from a multiheaded zipper between her legs, to which an already partly filled drainage bag was connected and lay innocently at the cage floor beneath her.
Hunkering down in front of her, Steven looked straight into the woman’s beautiful eyes and managed to put a smile on his face. To anyone but him, her eyes would relay fatigue, stress and maybe even panic but not to Steven. He knew these to be the eyes of a woman who thoroughly enjoyed her harsh predicament as they were eyes of great sexual satisfaction. Steven knew this because the strictly bound and rubberized woman in front of him was no other than the love of his life, his wife of ten years, Mizuki.
Mizuki and Steven had met by pure coincidence twelve years ago in the restroom queue at a small pub. Steven had reluctantly tagged along some of his male friends who were on the prowl for some one night stands, being assured that they would strike gold at the pub in question. Word had reached the raunchy bunch that women attending the local medical school had a favourite pub they always visited. True enough, the pub had been packed with several good looking medical students of which had been Mizuki one as she was aiming to become a neural surgeon.
Being the most timid of the bunch, possibly out of everyone in the whole pub, Steven had barely dared to look at all the beautiful women and hadn’t been until Mizuki had asked him for help with her purse that Steven had laid eyes on his future wife. Totally dumbfounded by her beauty, Steven had left Mizuki’s question hanging as he couldn’t help but to ogle the absolute goddess that was standing in front of him. Mizuki was of mixed Scandinavian and Asian descent, having been lucky to inherit the best of both her fathers and mothers very good looks.
She had an oval-shaped face with smooth, warm-toned skin that beautifully caught the murky light of the establishment. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes were framed by long lashes and well-defined, gently arched brows, made up in a soft black smokey eye shadow and bold eyeliner. A straight, delicate nose balanced her features, while her cheeks carried a subtle natural contour that became more noticeable when she smiled. Her lips were full and bow shaped, wearing a toasted almond coloured lipstick. Long, jet black hair framed her face, falling neatly over her shoulders and drew attention to her refined jawline and softly pointed chin. Altogether, she looked nothing less than divine.
Mizuki, or Suki as Steven later would learn that she liked being called, had been forced to repeat her question twice, making her chuckle as Steven had finally acknowledged her plea for help. Having more than willingly helped her, Steven returned to his friends convinced that a woman like Mizuki was way out of his league, which had him properly surprised when Mizuki later came over to his table with a beer as thanks. Of all the men in Steven’s posse, he would eventually be the only one striking gold that night. Despite their four year age difference, Mizuki being 22 and Steven being 26 at the time, the pair had officially become a couple a few dates later and they had moved in together mere months after.
About two years into their relationship Steven had started to notice what he could only describe as weird behaviour in Mizuki, especially when they had sex. Up till then it had all been amazing, they still fucked as if they were still freshly in love. But all of a sudden Mizuki had begun to bring Steven’s hand up to her throat while she roughly bit down on her own lower lip. She had also started to remove leather belts from Steven’s trousers that she brought whenever they were about to have sex. Not to mention the not so subtle display of her own behind when Steven was doing her doggy style.
Steven wasn’t ignorant, he knew full well what BDSM was and what Mizuki clearly wanted him to do to her. But he had felt incredibly uncomfortable with it, especially as he couldn't imagine himself ever hurting the love of his life intentionally. No matter how much she asked for it.
After months of unanswered invites, their relationship finally hit a major bump during the weekend of Mizuki’s 25th birthday. Leading up to her big day, Mizuki had only wished for one thing which, annoyingly for Steven, had been a secret. All that Mizuki had asked of him had been to have their bedroom all to herself for the whole day and that Steven would be on their living room sofa at a set time, nothing else. Said and done, on the evening of the big day had dutifully been sitting impatiently as asked, only to find himself totally unprepared for what Mizuki’s secret actually entailed. None of what he had tried to guess had been even close, they were not getting a pet together, Mizuki did not want to have a baby and she surely wasn’t going to ask him to marry her. Instead, Steven had literally jolted in fear until he finally realised that the thing that had cautiously been coming out of the hallway and into the living room was in fact his girlfriend.
Mizuki had literally been dressed head to toe in shiny black latex that more than emphasised her slim body and naturally narrow waist. She had been walking with surprising ease in a pair of knee high ballet boots but as she was totally blind under her full-cover latex hood, Mizuki had slowly felt her way along the wall until she suddenly stopped and turned straight towards Steven. Seemingly counting her steps as she walked up to within a few feet from where Steven was sitting, indicating that she had clearly been practising this exact move numerous times, Mizuki graciously got down to sit on her knees.
Stunned, Steven had watched as Mizuki lay a few items she’d brought on the floor before placing a pair of keys and a note in front of her. She had then put a wide leather collar around her neck before expertly padlocking it at the back. Mizuki had then attached a leash to the front of her collar before she hastily, as if afraid that she would back out, had snapped a pair of police-issue handcuffs around her wrists behind her back.
The silence that followed had been tangible enough for Steven to easily hear a soft wheeze from the nostril tubes in Mizuki’s hood when she breathed. Realising that he had to do something, Steven had reached down to pick up the hand written note and read it with growing disgust.
To my beloved soulmate,
All I want for my birthday is for you to use and abuse me as you want, no limits! I have laid out a few toys that you can use on me on the bed but whatever you want to do with me is fine as I am nothing but your rubber slave and slaves have no say.
My sole purpose is your pleasure.
I leave it up to you to decide when my service to you is to end, but if you allow your rubber slave one more wish on her birthday she would of course like it to be later rather than sooner.
I love you with all my heart, Master!
Happy birthday to me!XOXO Suki
P.S. I have Monday off, just so you know.
The contradicting thoughts and emotions Steven suddenly had only prolonged the awkward silence as he tried to figure out right from wrong.
On one hand Steven had felt anger, betrayal and even belittlement by the sudden realisation that he apparently didn’t know the woman he considered to be his future wife at all. Instead Mizuki was this depraved freak who had kept all of this from him. Steven had also gotten hung up on some of the words and phrasing in Mizuki’s note. ‘No limits’, as in he could hurt her how much he had wanted to with no repercussions? And ‘Master’, what did that even mean in this context, did he all of a sudden own Mizuki or what?
On the other hand Steven truly loved her and she had actually looked pretty good in the catsuit, even though the hood and collar had been too much. If this was truly what Mizuki really wanted, surely he was in no position to deny her. It had been her birthday after all. Maybe he could meet her half way, take her to the bedroom, remove the stupid collar and hood and then fuck her before having her deepthroat him until he came.
The probability that that would have satisfied her quickly faded in Steven’s mind.
In the end Steven had succumbed to his own fear of who the real Mizuki was as it apparently wasn’t the woman he had fallen in love with that day they met in the pub. The solution to the situation at hand had been an ugly one but it had been the only one Steven could think of. He had gotten out of the sofa, walked up behind Mizuki and unlocked her handcuffs before stating, “I’m sorry but I can’t do this.”
Having failed to find the words to explain his rejection, Steven had then simply added, “I’ll be sleeping in the guest room tonight, see you tomorrow,” before he had walked away and left Mizuki kneeling on the floor.
As he had been sitting on their guestbed, still desperately trying to understand what had just happened, Steven had really expected Mizuki to come after him. She would of course have gotten out of the latex and showered first but after that she would have knocked at his door, eager to apologise for her behaviour, suggesting that they should celebrate her birthday as they always did by eating at a fancy restaurant. Instead it hadn’t taken very long before Steven had really found out just how wrong he was about his girlfriend. Having been denying it at first, Steven eventually had to accept that what he heard coming from the other side of the door was heavy groaning and moaning that lasted way longer than he cared for until it all ended in a crescendo of screams in ecstasy as Mizuki brought herself to the first of many orgasms that night.
The following morning Steven had really wanted to be the better of them and apologise for his reaction the night before but he didn’t even know where to start, besides he was totally beaten. Mizuki had been pleasuring herself way into the early hours which had kept Steven from falling asleep, his mind having refused to stop trying to figure out what depraved things Mizuki had been doing to pleasure herself for that long. It hadn’t helped either that Mizuki’s orgasmic screams had sounded nothing like when the two of them had sex, these had been so much more raw and passionate. Consequently, Steven had stayed cooped up in the guestroom all morning while sulking until it was Mizuki who came knocking at the guestroom door with an apology and an invitation for lunch downtown.
They needed to have a talk.
During what must have been the most awkward lunch in Steven’s life, Mizuki had actually started it by apologising again for her blatantly inconsiderate behaviour. She had acknowledged that putting Steven on the spot like she had done was not only unfair but also cruel. Steven had believed that Mizuki would then tell him that she was done with her perversion and they could go back to things as normal but he had again learned how little he actually understood his girlfriend.
Instead, Mizuki had continued by joyfully telling him about all of her dark sexual fantasies, most of which Steven had either never heard of or understood or wished that he never had been told about. Mizuki had also explained to Steven that it had been a pair of latex gloves at work that had somehow awoken a part of her that she had always known was there but had never known how to act upon. Most importantly it had been made crystal clear that these dark desires were a part of Mizuki, not some flimsy phase she was going through.
In the end, Mizuki had lovingly declared that even though she really wanted to share her desires with Steven, she knew that she shouldn’t and didn’t want to force him to participate. Mizuki had therefore finally suggested that she would get what she called ‘alone-time’ to be able to indulge in her sexual deviancy on her own. She had argued that this would satisfy her urges enough to never have to discuss or share her desires with Steven again unless he asked about them. She had of course also pointed out that he was more than welcome to join her but only if he really, truly wanted to.
Even though he hadn’t been happy about it, Steven had admitted to himself that there was some reason in what Mizuki was suggesting. Moreover, a solution was needed as he knew that his love for Mizuki was greater than his incapability to even start to understand her true sexual nature. Steven concluded that as long as the normal Mizuki, the one out of ‘alone-time’, remained the same he probably wouldn’t mind that much.
The botched birthday surprise had become water under the bridge quicker than any of them had guessed as it turned out that Mizuki’s ‘alone-time’ barely inconvenienced Steven. Agreeing that their guestroom had been the best place for Mizuki’s indulgence, the room had been soundproofed which meant that Steven was able to go about his business undisturbed whenever Mizuki got the itch, which occurred roughly once or twice a week. Mizuki had also somehow managed to do all necessary maintenance of her latex, bondage gear and sex toys out of sight of Steven, something he greatly appreciated. Mizuki’s ‘alone-time’ had in the end probably saved the relationship as for Steven it had definitely become out of sight, out of mind.
When Mizuki and Steven finally got married a few years later they had not only become husband and wife, they had also become house owners. As the house came with a detached studio, Steven had been the one to suggest that Mizuki should take it and make it into her ‘femcave’. Mizuki had of course jumped at the opportunity to have a whole studio to herself and her perversions which greatly pleased Steven. Not only had this meant that his wife’s things wouldn’t accidentally spread around the house, it had also meant that he wouldn’t need to be afraid anymore about friends or family unknowingly walking in on Mizuki at the most inappropriate time.
Steven had however quickly found that his proposal had come with a backside. Having a place all to herself meant that Mizuki had begun to enjoy even more ‘alone-time’, now three or four times a week that never lasted less than four or five hours. Sometimes Mizuki wouldn’t even come to bed, having spent all night and morning in her studio, only to appear again at breakfast. Even though Steven deep down had found this very troublesome, he had held his peace as he still reckoned that the life he and Mizuki had together outside of her debauchery more than made up for it.
Any outsider that would have known of Mizuki’s and Steven’s conjugal compromise would have been able to quickly work out that in the end ‘alone-time’ would become a safety issue. Even though Mizuki had technically broken their deal by sharing, the couple had reckoned that Mizuki needed Steven for both setup and release from the ever more elaborate setups she conjured. Thus the past two years had seen Steven helping his wife into one disturbing predicament after the other in what he now saw as Mizuki’s private BDSM dungeon more than anything else.
Some of what Mizuki came up with flew right past Steven’s head, the rest he frankly didn’t want to know about but the recurring themes were easy for anyone to see. Multi layered latex and rubber confinement in severe bondage while enduring some form of automated and agonising torment, even blatant self humiliation. They were all apparently massive turn-ons for the otherwise gentle and soft-spoken woman Steven shared his life with.
Again, not particularly pleased with having to be involved at all, Steven was just glad he never had to witness Mizuki’s predicaments in person. He only had to help her with the final steps in the bondage and whatever automated torment she had decided upon after which he would return to free her afterwards. More often than not Steven would find Mizuki totally spent but extremely satisfied, contagiously joyful and ever so grateful for his unconditional understanding and assistance.
However this time things were different, she had played the birthday card again, asking to spend her 34th birthday in a way that would require a lot more from Steven but he had nonetheless reluctantly agreed. Something he very much regretted at this point.
The sound of another soft moan brought Steven back to present and he couldn’t help but to gently smile at Mizuki’s clear enjoyment of her current predicament. Truth be told he was very glad to see her, even in her bizarre form, as it had been over 16 hours since he had laid eyes on her beautiful face. Apparently wanting to give Steven a lasting gift before her ‘adventure’, Mizuki had practically forced herself on Steven the evening before and given him the best fellatio he had gotten in months before she had let him drift off to sleep early. When Steven had woken up the next morning at 7 o'clock, he had found Mizuki in her studio patiently kneeling by the crate, ready to be put inside. As she had already been decked out in her current outfit, bar the neatly folded straight jacket in her lap, Steven had guessed that Mizuki must have spent the entire evening since leaving him and all night fully rubberized.
Mizuki looked somewhat baffled as Steven reached in and started to unbuckle the octopus muzzle from her face only to clench her eyes as she gagged and coughed as the oral intruder attached to the leather muzzle vacated her throat. Steven had seen it before but could never get used to the twelve inch hollow silicone dildo that was shaped like an actual tentacle, complete with suckers and coarse veins along its length. Unable to fathom how anyone would want anything like that down their throat, Steven had an unpleasant shiver at the thought as he put the muzzle down and asked, “Are you okay baby or do you want me to get you out of there?”
Clearing her throat, Mizuki quite demeaningly replied, “You’re joking right?” as she went wide eyed at the apparently stupid question before adding, “Look at me, I’m literally in heaven… I can’t believe I never thought of this sooner! I’m so fucking aroused it’s driving me crazy!” Sensing hesitation in her husband, Mizuki put her self-indulgence aside for a moment before asking, “Why honey, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, nothing really…” Steven paused before daring to continue by stating, “Look, I’m not sure this is such a good idea after all, I’m worried… about you. You have already been in there for some time and will be for a lot longer and—”
“Steven, baby,” Mizuki interrupted by addressing her husband by name, indicating that she would really mean what she was about to say and continued by saying, “We have been through this several times now, this isn’t foolproof… But it might as well be.”
Steven knew Mizuki was right but said nothing, leaving room for her to add, “I’ve planned this for over eight months, checked the research, run the equipment tests, asked coworkers about things that means they will probably never look at me the same way for the rest of my life… Come on Steven, baby, who’s the doctor here, huh?”
“Neurosurgeon, in training.”
Mizuki smiled at Steven’s interjection and replied, “You know I’m right baby… It's more dangerous for me to drive to the hospital every day than it is to be locked in here for three more days.”
Steven knew that Mizuki was likely speaking the truth as everything she could have accounted for in terms of safety seemed in fact to be so. First off, the power supply was near infallible as the chances of both backups failing at the same time was negligible at best.
To sustain her well being Mizuki would have her breath controlled by a respiratory unit, used not only for her breathing but also for breathplay. She would receive liquid nourishment in the form of a protein shake topped with multivitamins, crushed chia seeds and fish oil that would be force fed at intervals through the hollow tentacle shoved down her throat via a feeding pump. A diet she had been on for the past week so her digestive system would be used to it by now.
With intake comes waste, something that in parts would be handled by Mizuki’s catheter, it would just be connected to a much larger drainage container. In addition, Mizuki would receive an automated enema through the hollow blow-up dildo in her rectum thrice a day.
Muscle atrophy would be mitigated by electro pads that had been attached to the transparent latex catsuit that Mizuki wore under the black one. The pads would not only allow for neuromuscular electrical stimulation, they could of course also be used for electrotorture which Mizuki definitely had planned for. She even wore additional electro pads at sensitive areas for that reason alone on top of the dual conducting rubber dildos in her lower orifices.
Since Steven would be out of town, Mizuki had also devised an ultimate safeguard of sorts. She has attached additional monitoring pads to her body that would constantly monitor and track her physiological data over time. If any of her data ever dropped below a set limit, one of two things would happen.
First, an automated message would be sent via messenger, e-mail and SMS to Angela, Mizuki’s best friend and co-worker who happened to live just five minutes away from the storage lot. Angela was however totally unaware of the fact that she was Mizuki’s backup but if anyone would understand the urgency and actuality of the safety messages it would be Angela. Moreover, if anyone other than Steven should find Mizuki in her current predicament, Mizuki wanted that one to be Angela. Not only was she Mizuki’s best friend, she was a very competent doctor which would be very handy if things turned for the worst.
Second, if Mizuki for any reason would suffer cardiac arrest during her torment an automated defibrillator would engage to try and restart her heart at the same time as the automated message was sent to Angela. It was highly unlikely that it would happen but Mizuki liked to have redundancies.
As if the torturous setup wasn’t devious enough as it was, Mizuki had also planned for some humiliating entertainment during her time in the crate. Once the crate had been reassembled around her again, Mizuki would be looking straight at a 16 inch screen with dual speakers that had been set up to livestream video and sound via a custom made app in Steven’s phone. The app could even send still images, either one by one or in batches that would be presented as a slideshow.
Everything had been tested, adjusted and retested to make sure it worked as intended, which it did. Steven knew this since not only had Mizuki kept him verbally in the loop for the past six months, he had also unfortunately seen most of it on video. In the event that anyone, including Angela, would happen to enter the storage unit and find Mizuki during her torment, a clearly visible tablet on top of her crate with a note stating ‘Play me!’ would give context.
Mizuki had asked Steven to help her put together a six hour video that first and foremost would acquit Steven of any wrongdoing. It would start by showing Mizuki dressed in one of her latex catsuits with her studio as backdrop, clearly testifying that her current predicament was solely of her own doing and that Steven had only done her bidding. The video would then continue to show a series of clips showing Mizuki getting ready for her predicament, ending with a clip where Steven strapped her into the straight jacket before putting her into the vertical hogtie. The following four and a half hours of the video would show assorted clips of Mizuki putting everything she had bought and made herself together in order to make her predicament come true.
“Okay, I guess you’re right…” Steven said as he had to admit that Mizuki was in fact right, her predicament wasn’t going to be entirely foolproof but then again nothing in life really ever was. On top of that, Steven knew that Mizuki had calculated for her setup to sustain her for well over a week, she never did things half assed. However Steven still sensed some hope as he suddenly realised that there could be a last chance to make his wife back out and asked, “But are you sure you are okay with me and Abigiail… you know…?”
“What, like you aren’t?”
“Wait, what. I don’t—”
“No, no! I’ve seen how easily she makes you cum Steven, and you fucking love every second of it before you do! You enjoy being with her…”
“Yes, but—”
“Relax baby, you are meant to…”
Mizuki put a big smile on her face before continuing by saying, “I wanted her, remember? I chose her over all the other callgirls I looked at since I knew she was the right one for me.” Mizuki let her words resonate with Steven a few seconds before she added, “I chose Abigail because I knew you would like her, I chose her because she reminds me of myself…”
Steven sighed reluctantly before he replied, “Yeah I see that now but still…”
“Look honey, see Abigail for what she is. Someone I need in order to humiliate myself to the core, someone to get me really worked up when she gives you pleasure instead of me… It turns me on in ways I think I will never be able to explain to anyone.” Mizuki paused for effect before adding, “See Abigail as my fucked up way of saying thank you for putting up with me. Indulge yourself… Hell, indulge her as well. No really, I mean it, she is worth every penny so far!”
Steven looked down at the floor, knowing he wouldn’t get Mizuki to back out and finally said, “Fine. But I will run the tests with your… gag… off… In case something is wrong.”
Looking up again, Steven caught the huge, disturbingly wicked smile on Mizuki’s face as she joyfully stated, “No problem! But you really need to get to it honey, time’s a factor here.”
“Right…”
Steven got up to stand by one of the wheeled cabinets, the one housing the respiratory unit, the feeding pump, the physiological data tracker and the electroshock unit. Gathering all wires leading out from the units, Steven fed them through a small port in the bottom of the crate before he carefully connected each male plug to its female counterpart that protruded out the top end of Mizuki’s neck-corset. Steven next moved in front of Mizuki and was just about to reach for the drainage bag when Mizuki interjected by stating, “Gloves honey, use gloves!”
Wincing, Steven replied, “Shit, I forgot…”
A wicked smile was put on Mizuki’s face as she watched Steven dutifully don a pair of black nitrile gloves from a pack placed on one of the cabinets. He then carefully disconnected Mizuki’s drainage bag and instead connected her catheter to the much larger drainage container at the bottom of the second cabinet through the same floor port as the wires had been passed through.
Next up were a pair of air hoses that were connected to a silent compressor in the same cabinet that would automatically inflate and deflate Mizuki’s dildos to a set pattern. To make sure the compressor worked as intended, Steven forced some pressurised air out of one the hoses until it started to compress more. Amazed of how silent the compressor really was compared to a regular one, Steven concluded that it was indeed working properly and proceeded with connecting the hoses to both of Mizuki’s dildos. Whatever small movement he caused to her dildos had Mizuki loudly groaning and moaning in obvious pleasure. Lastly, Steven got the enema tube from the second cabinet which he also fed through the crate floor before connecting it to his wife’s anal dildo, eliciting yet another loud moan out of Mizuki.
With conflicting emotions now really plaguing him, Steven stepped over to a tablet lying on top of the first cabinet that would control the entire setup and track her vitals. Once the control app had booted, Steven loaded Mizuki’s last saved preset that she had aptly named ‘My personal hell v.1.7’. Apart from the vitals monitor, everything would run on a 24 hour loop which gave the system time to do a quick self check once a day. Steven had to admit that it was all very well designed.
Looking through Mizuki’s preset, Steven looked for anything that he might find out of place. Three units were set on an hourly schedule, namely the feeding, the enemas and the neuromuscular stimulation, each set to run its cycle every 4th hour independently of each other. Everything looked fine in that regard so Steven started looking over the randomized settings that would control the remaining units.
The setting for Mizuki’s forced breathing and lack thereof had been set to the following:
[ BREATH ]
Respiratory base rate: 16 breath per minute
Cut off duration: 30 to 90 seconds
Cut off occurence: 120 to 720 seconds
The setting for the electric shocks Mizuki would suffer looked a bit different but were set to:
[ SHOCKS ]
Areas selected: Breasts - Nipples - Clitoris - Vaginal dildo - Anal dildo
Area groupings: Individually - Grouped - All together
Power level: 4 to 7 (of 10)
Shock duration: 30 to 180 seconds
Shock occurence: 60 to 900 seconds
The next setting was for inflating and deflating Mizuki’s rubber dildos. They read as follows:
[ DILDOS ]
Inflation/deflation size: 4 to 6 (of 10)
Inflation/deflation occurrence: 5 to 15 seconds
Before checking the last setting, Steven vividly remembered seeing Mizuki describe it when he was editing his acquittance video. Mizuki had joyfully explained that when she had testrun everything together she hadn’t found it torturous enough and had therefore come up with a setting that would really test her masochistic urges, overriding some of the units’ individual parameters. Steven couldn’t help but to shiver in disgust as he checked both the name of the setting and its parameters that read:
[ ALL IN ]
All in duration: 30 to 120 seconds
All in occurence: 1 time(s) per 24 hour cycle
:: All in shocks ::
Areas selected: All including neuromuscular pads
Area groupings: All together
Power level: 7 (of 10)
:: All in dildos ::
Inflation size: 6 (of 10)
Shaking his head, Steven felt his stomach churn as it was unfathomable to him that Mizuki had set all these presets of her own free will. Trying to ignore his feelings, Steven looked at the tab showing Mizuki’s vitals and stated, “Heartrate is elevated honey… but that is to be expected I guess.”
“Yeah, you think…”
Steven shook his head once more and snickered pitifully at Mizuki’s reply, knowing by the tone of her voice that she had started to fall back into what he could only describe as her masochistic comfort zone and he hated it. She sounded extremely aroused, confident on the verge of being offensive and wildly excited all at the same. The only time Steven ever heard this voice was just before and after Mizuki had suffered through her ‘alone-time’, never once when the two of them were having sex, before, during or after. Putting the nagging feeling of inadequacy to the back of his mind, Steven switched to the systems check tab and stated, “Okay, systems check. I will start with the enema baby, okay?”
Closing her eyes in anticipation, Mizuki merely grunted, “Uh-huh…” in reply after which she inhaled sharply and loudly moaned as the brief test had run its course. Raising an eyebrow, Steven stated, “I’ll take that as a successful test,” before he added, “Right, inflation next… vaginal up first…”
Despite her rigid bondage, Mizuki managed to jolt strongly enough to start and slowly sway in her suspension while another loud moan filled the room. The anal dildo test gave similar results, having Steven move forward by stating, “Neuromuscular electrical stimulation, working?”
Steven didn’t need Mizuki to answer since he clearly saw her muscles contract and relax in a steady rhythm under the tight latex but she nevertheless replied, “NMES honey, it’s called NMES. But yeah it works… fuck this always feels so weird…”
“Shocks are next, I want you to call out where they hit, okay baby?”
“Uh-huh, yeah… Oof, that’s my ass… Aaahhh… Pussy… God damnnnaaagh, clitoris, clitoris… my clit… Fuck me that feet good… Shiiit… left breast… Aiiish… right breast… jesus… FUUUCK ME… right nipple… Hang on, I neeffoOUUCK… left nipple, left nipple…”
Concluding that the shocks indeed worked and were applied to where they were supposed to, Steven made sure both the breathing and feeding routines looked good before he hunkered down in front of Mizuki again. Picking up the leather muzzle with its attached tentacle gag, Steven looked Mizuki in the eyes and began to say, “Honey I still…” before stopping himself, knowing that he would be talking to deaf ears. With a look of genuine understanding in her eyes, Mizuki broke the silence by stating, “It’s okay honey, I… I want this… Right…?” after which she smiled compassionately and added, “I love you Steven.”
Chuckling at the utterly bizarre situation he found himself in, Steven replied, “I love you too honey…” before quickly adding, “Are you sure everything is alright, nothing needs to change?”
“Huh, I guess… no… well actually… Could you tighten the straight jacket some more please… Tighten the arms I mean, I still have some wiggle room.”
“Really?”
“Aum… yeah…”
Steven reluctantly scuffled to the back of the cage and through the bars managed to tighten the strap that bound Mizuki’s arms around her body another notch before he asked, “Better?”
“Aah… one sec… Yeah, let’s make it tighter still.”
Steven really had to put effort into tightening the reinforced rubber strap further but eventually managed to put the prong in the buckle into the next punch hole after which he asked, “There, is that good enough for you? I don’t think I can make it tighter.”
“Shit… Aum yeah, that’s… that’s enough. No more wiggle room… Damn…”
Steven hastily scuffled back to the front of the cage and gave Mizaku a concerned look which quickly had the bound woman adding, “It’s fine honey, I can take it… promise…”
While finding Mizuki’s statement a bit hard to believe, Steven tried his best to keep up appearances and forced a smile on his face as he asked, “So then, any last words?”
Biting her lower lip, Mizuki took a few seconds to think before she replied, “Huh… Well, I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to cum during all of this so be prepared to having to fuck my brains out once I am out of all this…”
While Steven went wide eyed in response to Mizuki’s statement, she wasted no time before adding, “Now hurry up and shove that horrible thing down my throat… I bet Abigail is looking for you by now so unless you want her to find us… or rather, me like this… which now that I think about it would be hella’ sexssshhhssshhhnnngh…”
Before Mizuki could elaborate further on her potential fantasy that clearly included the high end callgirl she was paying for, Steven reluctantly began to feed the tentacle down his wife’s throat. To what sounded like meek moans beneath the loud gurgles that filled the room, Steven pushed the tentacle all the way until the leather muzzle sat firmly against Mizuki’s lower face and began to buckle it tightly in place. Remembering that he had just been asked to redo her straight jacket, Steven made sure to tighten each strap at least an extra notch compared to earlier. Once he was done, Steven saw that the black leather now really dug into Mizuki’s latex covered face, making her cute cheeks bulge around the edges of the muzzle. Hoping it was to his wife’s satisfaction, Steven looked deeply into Mizuki’s eyes as he asked, “Enough?” to which he got a meek, clearly masochistically fueled, “... uh-huh…” in reply.
Knowing that Mizuki had made a very valid point regarding Abigail, Steven made haste to connect the feeding tube to Mizuki’s muzzle and the air hoses to her nostrils before making sure they all worked as intended. At the moment the control app was set to only run the breathing cycle which forced Mizuki to breathe in sync with the clicks sounding from the respiratory unit. Doing his best not to look, Steven really found the automated breathing quite eerie and very unhuman which meant that he didn’t waste any time in closing and locking the cage.
Without losing momentum, Steven soon had all the sides of the crate reassembled and was moments later standing in front of it while he held the lid half closed. Looking down and into the eyes of his wife, Steven could clearly tell that all of the arousal and anticipation that he had seen in them just moments ago had vanished, replaced with what could only be interpreted as genuine fear. Sick and tired of being proven wrong, Steven told himself that fear was exactly what Mizuki wanted and had planned for, she probably found it way more arousing than having actual sex with him. As Steven lowered the lid a bit further, until only a thin ray of light was still illuminating Mizuki’s now pleading eyes, he suddenly heard his wife starting to frantically try and escape her bondage while she desperately tried to communicate something, but it was to no one's surprise totally unintelligible. Again forcing himself to believe that it was all to Mizuki’s bizarre taste, Steven clenched his fist to calm himself while he paused in order to choose his next words carefully, “I… ah fuck… never mind… I hope… I hope this will be everything you have dreamt of Suki…”
Steven could just about hear the panic-induced shriek that his wife made as the lid shut and effectively silenced any and all sounds coming from within the crate.
Giving himself a few moments to gather his thoughts, Steven did his best to focus on Abigail and their upcoming time together while he turned the final latches to secure the crate lid. Forcing a snicker out of himself, Steven caught himself thinking that even though Mizuki truly was a sick individual, he had to admit that she did have a way, of sorts, to make up for it. Having placed the tablet with the acquittance video along with the cage key on top of Mizuki’s crate, Steven stepped over to the control tablet to initiate Mizuki’s torment.
Refraining from checking all settings a second time, Steven was just about to initiate the 24 hour cycle when he found himself halting. He had tried to push something down ever since they had arrived at the storage lot, really having to fight it while making Mizuki’s final preparations, but he just couldn’t hide from it anymore. Steven felt just like he had numerous times before when helping Mizuki finalize herself for ‘alone-time’ only this time it was ten times worse and Steven wasn’t sure that he would be able to quell it like he used to. The absolutely infuriating and nagging feeling of total inadequacy was about to consume him.
Steven clenched his fist again in what he knew was anger, anger and jealousy. Knowing full well that Mizuki couldn’t hear him, Steven closed his eyes and spoke through his teeth, “Eight years honey… Eight years we have been married… Fuck sakes’, we’ve been a couple for twelve… Twelve years and this is what really gets you off… Dressing as nothing but a fucking rubber doll while you… while you have yourself enduring the most horrible things… FUCK!”
Steven slammed his hand on the cabinet while he silently cursed his blind love for Mizuki, wishing that he alone would be enough to satisfy her sexdrive but he knew that he clearly wasn’t. Knowing full well that he was letting his anger dictate his actions, Steven couldn't bring himself to care, he was out for something as childish as revenge. Starting to alter Mizuki’s presets, Steven fought his inner demons who in the end prevailed and he was soon looking at a completely different set of parameters than before. Feeling fictitious horns starting to grow on his forehead, Steven then grabbed his phone and started to live stream to the inside of Mizuki’s crate. Making sure that the live stream really showed the control tablets entire screen, currently presenting Mizuki’s old values in parentheses next to Steven’s new ones, he then mockingly let his finger hover back and forth over the ‘Accept & Initiate’ and ‘Cancel’ buttons while spitefully saying, “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe… why don’t we make, these three days, a lot more interesting, for… you…”
Really letting himself bask in his childish outrage, Steven eventually halted his finger over the ‘Accept and Initiate’ button and pressed it, loudly and despisingly adding, “Happy birthday baby, see you in a couple of days… Enjoy…”
Just as Steven was about to close and lock the roller shutter behind him, leaving his wife to suffer her self-induced torment inside her crate, he thought he saw the crate jolt slightly but figured it was just his stressed out mind messing with him. Besides, his mind was already elsewhere, namely on the beautiful woman who was waiting for him in the truck.
—
Mizuki had become quite surprised by the elation she had experienced as the lid of the crate she so willingly had entered earlier that morning was finally lifted. The light that illuminated the void she had been trapped in for the past five hours had seemed unreal, further establishing her notion that she most likely had been way in over her head. The time already spent suspended in her vertical hogtie had been way beyond everything Mizuki had dreamt of, extremely taxing and exhausting yet so incredibly arousing and gratifying to the point of being gross. Mizuki’s experience had only been heightened further whenever her husband had live streamed from his phone, especially the sexual interactions he had been having with Abigail. Mizuki had known beforehand that it would really turn her on to see her husband with another woman but could never have guessed that it would arouse to this extent.
When Steven had disassembled the crate around her, Mizuki had more or less decided that the time already spent in the crate was plenty and that she was very content with her experience. Continuing with the set course of action actually scared her at this point as it entailed far worse conditions than she had endured so far, much worse. But sadly, and true to form, Steven hadn’t been able to refrain from starting to question her decisions, effectively belittling not only Mizuki’s professional knowledge but more importantly her masochistic urges and entire self-image, something she really took offence to.
Alas, true to her own form, Mizuki had instantly put on a brave face and expertly talked her husband down, convincing him that his concerns were unfounded and quite frankly ridiculous which they in fact were. Despite that he clearly hadn’t let go of his concerns, Steven had nonetheless continued to dutifully finalize Mizuki’s setup which only made her more determined to prove him wrong with each bizarre contraption that was added to her already taxing predicament. It hadn’t been lost on Mizuki however that most, if not all, of her determination at that time had been fueled solely by her masochistic urge, but Steven’s attempt to change her mind had somehow upset her enough to not care.
However, when all was said and done, Mizuki had once more found herself really, really doubting her choices. So much so that when the lid to the crate was half way closed and she saw Steven leering at her from above she had panicked. Spending another 72 hours in the crate, strictly bound in suspension while enduring horrendous torture at the hands of machines was not what Mizuki wished for anymore. She wanted out and she wanted out right away, making her desperately try to convey her wishes to Steven despite the tentacle dildo that occupied her throat.
Realising that her muffled pleas had somehow fallen on deaf ears or been misinterpreted, Mizuki began to frantically fight her bondage, shrieking in absolute panic as the lid was finally shut and she found herself in total darkness once more. Even though she very well knew that no sounds would escape the crate, Mizuki couldn’t help but to continue screaming as she futilely fought her bondage in full panic. The sudden and briefly blinding light that emanated off the screen in front of her had Mizuki instantly cease as she glued her eyes to the screen. In total silence while she dared to hope that Steven’s concerns would save her after all, Mizuki felt her heart drop when she realised that Steven had changed her settings.
[ BREATH ]
Respiratory base rate: 16 breath per minute
Cut off duration: (30 to 90 seconds) - New setting: 45 to 120 seconds
Cut off occurrence: (120 to 720 seconds) - New setting: 90 to 300 seconds
[ SHOCKS ]
Areas selected: Breasts - Nipples - Clitoris - Vaginal dildo - Anal dildo
Area groupings: (Individually - Grouped - All together) - New setting: (Grouped - All together)
Power level: (4 to 7 (of 10)) - New setting: 7 to 10 (of 10)
Shock duration: (30 to 180 seconds) - New setting: 120 to 240 seconds
Shock occurence: (60 to 900 seconds) - New setting: 30 to 300 seconds
[ DILDOS ]
Inflation/deflation size: (4 to 6 (of 10)) - New setting: 6 to 9 (of 10)
Inflation/deflation occurrence: (5 to 15 seconds) - New setting: 1 to 1 seconds
[ ALL IN ]
All in duration: (30 to 120 seconds) - New setting: 120 to 300 seconds
All in occurence: (1 time(s) per 24 hour cycle) - New setting: 8 time(s) per 24 hour cycle
:: All in shocks ::
Areas selected: All including neuromuscular pads
Area groupings: All together
Power level: (7 (of 10)) - New setting: 10 (of 10)
:: All in dildos ::
Inflation size: (6 (of 10)) - New setting: 10 (of 10)
Mizuki wanted to scream and fight but her body wouldn’t let her, only tears ran down her latex-covered cheeks as she listened to her husband's malicious farewell through the speakers next to her screen. She wasn’t crying because of her husband’s blatant transgression or his obvious despise of her true-self, she was crying partly due to her rampant fear of what was coming. More importantly though, she was crying because she was really, really aroused and deep down knew she wanted to experience the horrific torture she was facing this instance, and that scared her beyond comprehension.
In the end it didn't matter if Mizuki feared or yearned for what was coming as neither could she do anything to stop it nor did she have to wait long to find out. No later than hearing her husband wishing her to enjoy herself as he ended the livestream did Mizuki suddenly find herself drowning in a sea of horrible pain and insufferable agony.
She wasn’t certain but Mizuki was pretty sure that she was screaming her lungs out and that her whole body had suddenly tensed with a ferocious jolt. Her mind was preoccupied to fathom the near indescribable pain she experienced in her pussy, her ass and her clitoris. Closest she could think of was that it felt as if the very sensitive parts were all literally on fire while a million wasps stung them at once and needles repeatedly stabbed their delicate skin. Both her pussy and ass were furthermore stretched way beyond their limits as her dildos had also begun to continuously inflate and deflate at one second intervals with alarming size, feeling as if her orifices were being ripped to shreds. Finding a brief moment of somewhat clarity, Mizuki found herself extremely thankful of her forced breathing as under the current circumstances drawing breath would have been very hard to remember. Mizuki also got an answer to her most pressing question of fearing or yearning as she quickly found that it was both, equally so. Her arousal had quickly peaked and moreover she felt that she was rapidly approaching an orgasm which again, both scared her beyond comprehension yet felt disgustingly comforting.
In her sea of torment, time was impossible to tell which meant that she had no idea of how long she had suffered by the time the electric shocks ceased, only that she had slumped so hard back into her bondage that it almost felt like wearing a seatbelt during a fender bender. As her brain suddenly had capacity to spare, Mizuki began to wail in agonising pain since her dildos continued to relentlessly overstretch her lower orifices. Additional tears had already begun to run down her cheeks when Mizuki realised that she would be suffering the constant stretching without respite for as long as she stayed in the crate due to the new settings her husband had set .
No later had Mizuki figured that by the end of her 72 hour torment her lower orifices would most likely be nothing more than minced meat when her forced breathing suddenly stopped. Being as breathplay was one of Mizuki’s key turn-ons she quickly ceased her wailing and instead began to meekly moan while she tried to enjoy her relentless stretching. Slowly but steadily the fear and consequent panic of asphyxiating came crawling until Mizuki eventually began to fight her bondage again in sheer desperation. By the time Mizuki was certain that the respiratory unit had failed and accepted that this would probably be it, she was once more blinded by the screen in front of her and felt fresh air being forced into her lounges again.
Needing a few seconds to fully come back to her senses, Mizuki found herself watching the inside of the her husband’s rental truck, specifically the passenger seat with Abigail mid sentence stating, “... way more than 15 minutes honey—” Abigail raised an eyebrow and smiled coyly as she added, “—so guess what.”
Off camera, Mizuki could hear her husband reply, “Yeah I’m sorry about that, fucking thing gave me trouble… Sorry, what were you saying?”
Rolling her eyes, Abigail reiterated, “You… are… late, so guess what.”
“What?”
Abigail slouched down in her seat before raising her beautiful legs upwards and stated to remove her heels while she said, “I’m fucking you, here and now!”
“What, here!?”
“Fuck yeah here,” Abigail replied as she tossed her heels on the passenger seat floor before starting to undo her leather tights while she added, “So what if someone sees us, do you really care. Besides, we still have time before we need to be at the airport right?”
“Aparently not… and yes, we have plenty of time…,” Steven replied to the sounds of undoing his own pants. Mizuki could meanwhile feel her arousal rapidly grow while she watched Abigail remove her leather tights with surprising ease before quickly dropping her raunchy high-cut briefs as well. The endorphins that came with Mizuki’s heightened arousal slightly eased the agonizing treatment of her lower orifices, enough to elicit a loud moan when she watched Abigail, with her now exposed, clean shaven pussy, grab her husband's phone.
Unbeknownst to Abigail, turning the phone to frame the driver’s seat had Mizuki elicit a meek groan as the livefeed now clearly showed her husband with his pants down to his knees and his raging hard-on. Abigail then somehow managed to straddle Steven with impressive agility before she slowly started to penetrate herself on his cock. Clearly knowing her game, Abigail quickly uttered, “Nuh-uh!” as Steven tried to meet her soaking wet pussy and distinctly pushed his pelvis back into the driver's seat. Steven’s confused grunt was quickly adressed by Abigail sensually saying, “I said that I was going to fuck you… so don’t you fucking dare move… understand?”
Already resting his head against the headrest, Steven started to breathe heavily as he locked eyes with Abigail and groaned, “... uh-huh…,” in clear arousal as she continued her slow descent onto his cock. Mizuki meanwhile had only gotten even more aroused not only becouse of the extreme humiliation she experienced by watching her husband being fucked by such a demanding goddess of a woman, Abigail also more than peaked Mizuki’s bi-curiousity.
As Abigail had firmly seated herself on top of Steven’s cock she slowly leaned in and asked, “Feels good?” to which Steven affirmatively replied, “Yeah, feels fucking amazing!”
Abigail then leaned in even closer and spoke so softly that Mizuki could barely hear as she said, “Good… I have a question for you.”
“Okay…”
“Ain’t you afraid that your wife might find all this footage of us?”
Being called out had Mizuki loudly moan inside her crate as she watched her husband perform a surprisingly well thought of lie under the circumstances as he replied, “Oh… no… It’s a custom app, sends all footage directly to a cloud service that only I have access to. She will never know.”
Clearly smiling, Abigail teasingly tapped Steven at the top of his nose and said, “You sneaky basterd… Now, the way your cock constantly pulsates inside me… You feel that?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well that tells me that you will come quite fast if we aren’t careful, do you agree?”
“Yeah!”
“Good, then this is what we will do. You will let me be in charge right now so that I can enjoy myself as well a little… Don’t worry, you will get plenty of chances to ravish me all you want later. Just let me hold the reins from time to time… Deal?
Steven looked more than happy with what Abigail was telling him and without as much as a second thought replied, “Of course!”
Leaning in until their lips were mere inches apart, Abigail slowly began to ascend Steven’s cock and said, “Good boy!” before she let her beautiful lips embrace Steven’s. As Mizuki watched the beautiful couple engage in sensual loving, her arousal peaked which led to continuous moaning as she tried in vain to fuck herself on her pulsating dildos. Beneath the superb humiliation that Mizuki currently experienced lurked a deeper feeling of anger and regret. Not towards Abigail or her husband but towards herself. Anger because even though she knew that she couldn’t help who she truly was, she really wished she could be a better soulmate to her husband. She felt regret for so carelessly and enthusiastically having kicked the door in that eventually had led to her finding her true-self.
In the end all of it, the latex, the bondage, the torments, the humiliation, the anger and the regret all fueled her seemingly unquenchable masochism that kept growing at an alarming rate the more Mizuki fed it. Her masochism was probably the reason why Mizuki still clung to such meaningless feelings as anger, jealousy and regret in the first place, she used them as fodder.
Mizuki had watched Abigail passionately kiss, caress and slowly fuck her husband for several minutes surely when she suddenly found herself in another sea of anguish. This time it was her breasts, her nipples and her clitoris that found themselves on the receiving end of the horrific shocks that felt even more powerful than before. Once again filling her dark tomb with excruciating shrieks as her whole body tensed in agony, Mizuki watched with tearfilled eyes as her husband began to grunt loudly as Abigail’s hips started to pick up speed. At the same time as Abigail then arched her back to really plug herself on Stevens cock, Mizuki found herself deprived of air again which rocketed her towards an orgasm.
As the moans and groans emanating from the speakers inside the crate started to nearly overpowered Mizuki’s own screams she could tell that her husband was about to erupt into the godlike woman who fucked him. With her own orgasm rapidly approaching, Mizuki watched her husband shoot his seamen into Abigail with a loud grunt before he fell back into the driver’s seat, completely spent. Mere moments later Mizuki’s scream suddenly peaked as her anal dildo was added to the receiving end of the electrical shocks, making her eyes roll into the back of her head as she was pushed over the edge, orgasming harder and longer than she had ever done before in her whole life.
For a moment there was only Mizuki, all dressed in her perfectly polished latex, floating though fluffy clouds of unimaginable pleasure and pure ecstasy while she gently hugged herself for comfort.
As the peak of Mizuki’s orgasm eventually started to fade, her eyes finally rolled back out of her head and she instantly found herself back in the sea of anguish she had suffered earlier as she was still being mercilessly shocked. Gluing her eyes to the screen in front of her while she resumed her painful shrieks, Mizuki found herself unable to take her eyes off of Abigail who was gently caressing her husband's chest. The sudden realization that she was rapidly approaching a second orgasm was followed by Mizuki’s forced breathing being halted again which instantly ceased her shrieking.
With only the subtle sound of coil springs creaking as she swayed in her suspended hog-tie, Mizuki looked through tearfilled eyes Abigail put a hand to her husband’s cheek and started to caress it as she said, “Thank you honey… that was absolutely amazing… You don’t happen to have another one of those in you, do you?”
Putting a broad smile on his face, Steven snickered before he confidently replied, “Sure, just give me a minute baby…”
As Steven lovingly embraced Abigail and reached in for a passionate kiss, Mizuki’s was already riding her second orgasm, silenced by her lack of air, unseen due to her confinement.
The screen suddenly changed. Instead of the slideshow it had been looping for well over two hours containing breakfast photos followed by images of a beautiful couple having sex it now showed a livestream of and with the very same couple. She, a naked gorgeous goddess wearing sunglasses while lying on her stomach on a sunbed in the shades. He, an extremely good looking man wearing swimming shorts, sitting at the foot end of the same sunbed while expertly kneading the woman’s bare soles.
Inside her crate, Mizuki was starting to have a hard time distinguishing reality from fantasy. Her experience so far had switched between truly horrific and absolutely life-changing, at times occurring simultaneously. The relentles torture, a blurred mix of excruciating pain, blatant humiliation, horror induced panic, abhorrent jealousy, soulcrushing regret and innumerable mindblowing orgasms had pushed Mizuki deeper into her masochisic-self than she ever thought possible, at the cost of utter and absolute both mental and physical fatigue. Had her nostrils not been blocked by the breathing tubes she would most likely have gagged at the smell inside her crate as ample amounts of both sweat and her own ejaculate pooled at the bottom. A design flaw on Mizuki’s part.
Enduring another round of still extremely painful shocks to her nipples, her breast and her clitoris, Mizuki took some comfort in that her anus and vagina had fully adapted to the enormous dildos inside them. So much so that Mizuki reckoned she would have to wear an anal plug for days, gradually reducing its size before she dared to not wear one at all. Having her air shut off again, Mizuki prepared herself for her fifth orgasm in quick succession, knowing that it would probably hurt more than the electric shocks she was suffering.
“Can I see her?”
Mizuki managed to focus her tearfilled eyes at the screen in front of her. She still recognized Abigail and her husband but at times when her mind snapped back to reality it had started to take a while before she got her bearings back. Without stopping with the massage, Steven snickered before he replied to Abigail’s question, “No, I told you it’s only one way, remember. She can see us, we can’t see her.”
Abigail rolled her eyes at Steven’s reply and reiterated, “No, I mean can I see her when we get back?”
“Why would you wanna do that?”
“She… intrigues me… Your wife, she intrigues me.” replied Abigail as she put a questioning look on her face.
Chuckling again, Steven callously replied, “Yeah… I can’t see why not… Sure, if you want… You mean at the storage lot?”
“Of course, where else?”
“Fucked if I know… like in a pub or someting… coffee shop maybee…”
Staring seriously into her mirrored image on the phone's screen, Abigail emphasised, “Why?! No, I want to see her in the predicament you have described.”
“Really?”
Putting her sunglasses on her forehead, Abigail replied, “Yeah… It… It excites me…”
Steven raised an eyebrow and briefly paused the massage to think about what Abigail had just said before he asked in a very surprised voice, “Wait… It excites you?!”
Abigail sighed at the more than likely reply and turned her head to look at Steven before she explained, “No, not like that. I would never want to be in her place, fuck no! But a woman who willingly puts herself through something as crazy as you have described. Come on, really. The confinement, the pain, the humiliation of it all. I mean, how could anyone not want to meet someone like that…”
Having chuckled at Abigail’s apparent seriousness in her statement, Steven just shrugged and stated, “Damn, you sound almost as whacked as her… You know what, I bet you she would get off on having you see her in her predicament.”
“What, really?”
“Oh yeah, if you knew her like I do you’d agree. Bah, you’ll understand once you see her, my description hardly does her justice, she is far more bizarre and fucked up than you think…”
Abigail lowered her voice and raised an eyebrow as she mumbled, “Huh… that’s actually… rather arousing… I think…” before roughly biting her lower lip.
“What was that?”
“Nothing…” Abigail let her head fall to the pillow in front of her and sighed deeply before saying, “I hate that this is our last day together… You have by far been my best client yet… I’ve had so much fun with you!”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you?”
“No, what?”
“I extended our stay with two extra days, hope that works for you?”
Going wide eyed, Abigail turned around to sit on top of the sunbed, nearly kicking Steven in the face, before she replied, “What!? I mean yeah, I’d have to reschedule another client but fuck him, I’d rather stay here with you… But what about your wife?”
“What about her?”
Looking like she was stating the obvious, Abigail replied, “Two extra days, will she be okay?”
“Don’t worry, she has contingencies, she will be fine, trust me. Besides, I already charged her credit card for the extended stay, no refunds… so…”
“And I will still see her when we get back?”
“Yes… I will take you to see her! Happy?”
Abigail smiled wickedly and bit her lower lip again as she replied, “Very!”
Mizuki had just suffered her fifth orgasm in short succession, a very comforting yet extremely painful one. The realisation of having to endure an additional two days in her torturous predicament had forcefully pushed right over the edge before she could even register what it meant for her. Of course she was angry and disappointed in Steven for altering their mutual understanding of her predicament again, but he was right, she would last longer than two extra days inside her crate if needed. Closing her eyes, Mizuki found herself face to face with her fictional vision of her masochistic urge, a beautiful woman fully covered in tight latex while bound in a most unforgiving hog-tie, telling her that she should be grateful. Her urge was of course right, Mizuki was in fact very grateful to have been given the opportunity to suffer for longer, and it scared her with a passion.
With tears now running down her latex-covered cheeks, Mizuki voiced what pitiful moan her sore throat managed as she felt a sixth orgasm rapidly rise. No matter how hard she tried, Mizuki just couldn’t stop imagining Abigail dressed in beautiful latex and high heels standing just next to her crate with the control tablet in hand, orchestrating Mizuki’s torment first hand.
As the livefeed suddenly ended and left Mizuki alone with only the enticing visions of submitting to Abigail’s strict regime as company, she prepared herself for yet another silent orgasm, her forced breathing had just ceased again.