NIGHTMARE IN WHITE
Wearily, carrying a glass of water in her hand, Tess dragged
herself into the bedroom of her flat and sat down heavily on the side of her
bed. She yawned and looked at the
display on her bedside clock radio. Was
it that late already? She had been
packing all day and there was still a pile of cartons, bubble wrap, parcel tape
in a corner. Then she looked at the
wedding dress in its protective wrapper hanging on the front of her wardrobe
and smiled.
It would be a huge upheaval and rather
daunting but it was worth it. She did not have much of a family of her own and
in two days time she was going to marry into the Mountguards: a family with a real country estate whose
ancestry could be traced back for generations.
Then she would really belong…
She took a sip of the water and put
the glass on the bedside table and then swung herself round and dragged the
duvet up over her. She snuggled down and
reached for the light switch… but instead she found herself stroking the white
metal ivy pattern scrollwork that in-filled the head and foot panels of her “Korrector” brand bed.
The Korrector was almost an old friend. It was the first new bed she had ever bought and she had had a lot of fun in it over last few
years, both in company and alone. But she would be leaving it behind when she
rented out her apartment and moved in with Dominic. He had some old four-poster bed that had been
in his family for two hundred years.
Tess felt a sharp tingle of horny
arousal in her loins, reminding her of her bed’s naughty secret. Suddenly she no longer felt tired. Should she?
One last time? Yes… Why not? It wasn’t as though she was going to be
unfaithful to Dominic…
She knelt facing the head of the bed
and unscrewed the white knobs that capped its side posts. She reached inside and pulled out the objects
in their long wire baskets that nestled within the tubular metal columns.
They were a pair of matching white
vibrators, with differently shaped heads: one fatter and one slimmer. She stroked them happily. They had the same ivy pattern on their handles
as the head of the bed. She had only
discovered they were there a week after she had bought it. The vibrators had still been in their
wrappings, obviously unused and clearly intended as part of the bed. However, she had certainly never ordered any
such accessories from the respectable furniture store where she had bought it.
For several days after the discovery,
Tess had debated what to do about them.
She did not have the nerve to go back to the store with such
things. Had they been part of some order
for a “special” client that had been mixed up with hers? Or was it a standard accessory that came with
all such beds that she knew nothing about?
She did not want to look foolish.
Finally, she decided, as nobody from the store had contacted her and if
they were meant to be part of the bed then she had bought them in good faith
and they were now hers. Only then did
she actually use them on herself.
And they were good! In fact they were
amazing. She never failed to orgasm and always slept deeply afterwards.
In the years since then she taken
great care of the pair of white vibrators and they had seen her through many
otherwise lonely intervals between boyfriends.
They been her naughty secret and she had cheerfully used them with
delightful lack of inhibition.
Until Dominic.
It wouldn’t be right to use the
vibrators after she was married to a man who had an excellent and powerful cock
of his own, Tess decided. It would be
his job to pleasure her from now on.
Still, she was not married yet.
Her nipples pricked up and she felt her pussy tingle. One last session for old times
sake, perhaps?
From bedside cabinet she pulled out a
pack of tissues and a small rubber mat that she kept for times like this. She unrolled the mat and laid it in the
middle of the bed. Then she turned to
the foot posts of the bed and unscrewed the knobs from them. From the recesses within, she pulled out a fifteen centimetre length of garden hose with a short loop of
thin bungee cord hooked into holes bored through its ends. There were also four heavier bungee cord
ropes and four loops of bungee cord with sliding repair-tape sleeves on
them. Lastly, there came string of half
a dozen clothespegs, which had heavy elastic bands
bound about their middles.
Tess hung an end of each of the long
ropes on the top rail of the bed head, then the ends of the bungee loops about
the four bedposts. Then Tess stripped
off her nightdress and lay back naked with her bare bottom on the rubber mat.
Tess was a mature twenty-four, with a
longish oval face and long brown hair.
She had a firm nose with arched nostrils, bold eyebrows over bright,
amused blue eyes and what she hoped was a natural cheerful smile. Her body was well toned with nicely
proportioned breasts tipped by neat pink-brown nipples - which were already
standing up like thimbles in anticipation.
A thick, fluffy island of dark pubic curls was set at the apex of her
pale pink cleft, with its little pink peeping inner labial tongue already
glistening and swelling.
She spread her legs and slipped her
feet through the loops of bungee cord fastened foot posts of the bed and then
drew up the tape sleeves to pull the cords tight about her ankles. She selected four of the clothespegs
and reached between her parted thighs and clipped them onto her labia. She whimpered as they pinched hard into her
flesh, the tension of the elastic bands bound about them adding their force to
the pressure of the peg springs.
Then she lay back and squeezed and massaged
her breasts, watching her nipples popping up.
She took up the remaining pair of the clothespegs
and pinched them onto her nipples, whimpering happily again as they pinched hard
into her throbbing nubs of flesh. Then
she pulled down the ends of two of the longer bungee ropes from the headboard and
bound them about the roots of her breasts so they were
squeezed into fleshy balloons. Under
their tension, her breasts bulged and stretched excitingly upward.
This urge to experiment in light
masochistic self bondage had come upon her not long
after she had begun using the bed’s vibrators.
She had surprised herself, as she never had any desire to try it with
her boyfriends. The initial
embarrassment she had felt at this behaviour was soon dispelled by the simple
fact that it added such a thrill to the experience. It was her own private vice: a secret shared
only between her and her bed.
She picked up the short length of hose
with its bungee loop and pushed it into her mouth and pulled elastic cord over
her head and about the back of her neck, holding it in place like a horse’s
bit. These sessions could get noisy and
she had to have something to muffle her sobs of pleasure
so she did not disturb the neighbours.
Also, it was darkly exciting to bite on the rubber bit in her mouth with
all her passion, imagining she was a gagged prisoner.
Tess held up a vibrator in each hand
and switched them on. They purred away
excitingly. There was no need for
artificial lubrication. She was already dripping
in anticipation, the juices trickling out of her pussy cleft into the mouth of
her anus and then onto the mat under her hot bottom.
She slid the slimmer vibrator up into
her tight anal pucker and then plunged its fatter twin into the hot depths of
her vagina, parting her pinched labia and adding to the exciting throbbing pain
of the clothespegs clamped to them. The vibrations seemed to meet inside her and
she plunged and twisted the shafts deep into her hot depths. She gasped and bit on her gag bar. She
sometimes surprised itself how vigorously she thrust the vibrators into her. But she must enjoy it, because they squelched
with her juices.
Leaving the vibrators on, Tess pulled
down the remaining two elastic bungee ropes between her bound breasts and
hooked them into the base rings of the vibrators, so that the tension drew them
back up towards the head of the bed and kept the purring phallic devices
pressing up inside her.
She reached up above her head and slid
her hands through the remaining loops of bungee cord hooked about the bedposts
and drew the sleeves down tight, imprisoning her wrists. Of course, she could slide her hands out of
them anytime she chose, but the sensation of being helplessly bound was enough
for her imagination to work on.
Happily spread-eagled, Tess wriggled and
bucked her hips, adding to the tension on her elastic bound body, giving
herself up to the thrill of her secret world of home-made bondage. The vibrators were dragged harder up inside
her, while her bulging breasts, turning slightly purple as they were pinched
tight, bobbed and wobbled as they were yanked about, with the clothespegs pinched to her hard, throbbing nipples bobbing
and wagging in sympathy.
As she jerked and writhed about with
growing passion, the bed frame creaked slightly as if in accompaniment, while her
loins filled with hot, perverse, churning liquid delight. By now, Tess was beyond any sense of guilt or
shame. It simply felt so good, so
right. Just her and her faithful bed
together for one last time, she thought, as her loins exploded in a glorious,
mind – shattering orgasm. Dominic would
have to work hard to match this…