Part 2
The soft hum of the garage door closing echoed through the house as Tom returned from another late-night session in his workshop. It was the following Saturday, and the air was thick with anticipation. Jackie stood in their bedroom, her heart fluttering as she slipped into a sheer bodystocking, its delicate, translucent fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. The material shimmered faintly in the low light, accentuating every line of her body, leaving little to the imagination. She glanced at herself in the mirror, a thrill running through her as she imagined being bound and displayed once more, her desire to be Tom’s object of beauty reignited.
Tom entered the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. “You look fantastic,” he said, his voice warm with admiration. “I’ve got something new for you today.” His words carried a hint of pride, and Jackie’s pulse quickened, eager to see what he’d crafted this time.
He led her to the office, her mind awash with what awaited her mingled with the quiet hum of anticipation. The custom metal device stood in the center of the room, its polished bronze finish gleaming under the soft glow of the desk lamp. But something was different. The device was now mounted on a sleek, rotating plinth—a new addition Tom had crafted during the week. The plinth was low and wide, its smooth surface designed to elevate Jackie to the perfect height, allowing her to be displayed and accessed with ease. A quiet motor hummed faintly beneath it, ready to set the platform in motion.
Jackie’s eyes widened with delight as she ran her fingers over the plinth’s edge, the cool metal sending a shiver through her. “You’ve outdone yourself,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. The thought of being bound and rotated, fully exposed for Tom’s pleasure, sent a rush of heat through her core.
Tom smiled, guiding her to the device. “Let’s get you ready,” he said softly, his hands steady and deliberate. Jackie lay down on the flat metal surface of the device, the sheer bodystocking catching the light as she positioned herself. The vibrator, now a familiar and thrilling part of the setup, gleamed at the center of the frame. She was already wet with anticipation, her body responding to the moment, and she slowly eased herself onto the metal vibrator, its cool, firm shape sliding inside her with a delicious precision. A soft moan escaped her lips as it settled deep within her, the faint hum of its motor sending gentle waves of pleasure through her.
Tom moved with care, his hands deft as he fastened the padded metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles. He adjusted her limbs, folding her into a hogtie position—her arms pulled back and secured, her legs bent so her ankles met near the top of the frame. The cuffs were snug yet comfortable, their padding ensuring her skin remained unmarred despite the unyielding hold. The position left her body taut, the sheer bodystocking stretching across her skin, highlighting every curve and contour as she lay fully exposed.
Next, he fitted the metal collar around her neck, its polished surface cool against her skin. The collar clicked into place, restricting her head movement and adding a layer of control that sent a thrill through her. She tested its hold, finding her head locked in place, her gaze fixed forward, amplifying her sense of vulnerability and submission.
Finally, Tom produced a ring gag, its sleek design glinting in the lamplight. “Open,” he murmured, and Jackie complied, her lips parting as he carefully secured the gag behind her head. The metal ring held her mouth open, her breath passing through with a soft whistle, the familiar sensation of availability washing over her. She felt utterly at his mercy, her body a canvas for his desires.
Stepping back, Tom surveyed his work, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. Jackie was a vision—bound in the hogtie, the sheer bodystocking shimmering, the vibrator humming softly inside her, and the collar and gag completing her transformation into a living sculpture. He reached down to the plinth’s control panel, flipping a switch. The motor whirred to life, and the platform began to rotate slowly, its motion smooth and deliberate. Jackie felt the gentle turn, her body displayed from every angle, the light catching the bodystocking as she moved through the room’s soft glow.
“There,” Tom said, his voice low and reverent. “Just as you wanted, an object of my desire.” He leaned in, brushing a hand gently across her cheek before stepping back to admire her fully. The rotation was hypnotic, each turn showcasing her bound form, the cuffs and collar gleaming, the vibrator’s hum a constant undercurrent.
Tom returned to his desk, settling into his chair with a contented sigh. The office was quiet save for the faint hum of the plinth’s motor and the vibrator’s steady pulse. Jackie’s thoughts swirled as she adjusted to the sensation of being displayed. The slow rotation heightened her awareness of her exposure, the sheer fabric making her feel both vulnerable and empowered. Each turn brought a new perspective, her body a centerpiece in Tom’s domain, and she relished the feeling of being reduced to an object of beauty, crafted for his pleasure.
The vibrator’s rhythm was relentless, sending waves of pleasure through her, building toward an inevitable climax. The hogtie position kept her taut, her muscles straining slightly against the cuffs, the collar ensuring she remained still. The ring gag, holding her mouth open, was a constant reminder of her availability, and she imagined Tom approaching her, using her as he pleased. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through her, mingling with the vibrator’s steady thrum.
As the plinth continued its slow rotation, Jackie’s senses sharpened. The cool metal against her skin, the faint creak of the cuffs, the soft hum of the motor—all blended into a symphony of sensation. She felt cherished, a work of art in Tom’s eyes, and the trust they shared deepened with every passing moment. The vibrator pushed her closer to the edge, and soon, a shuddering orgasm washed over her, her body trembling within the restraints, her muffled breaths escaping through the gag. The release was intense, amplified by her immobility, and she sank into the sensation, content to remain his object of desire.
Tom glanced up from his work, his eyes tracing her rotating form. The sight of her—bound, displayed, and lost in pleasure—stirred something deep within him. He stood, unable to resist any longer, and approached the plinth, stopping its rotation with a flick of the switch. The sudden stillness was electric, and Jackie’s heart raced as he stood beside her, his hands gentle yet firm. The ring gag invited him, and he positioned himself, sliding into her open mouth with a slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them—her helplessness amplifying his arousal, her tongue offering what little movement she could to please him.
He moved with a steady rhythm, his breaths growing heavier until he reached his climax, a low groan escaping as he withdrew. Jackie felt the warmth of his release, her own pleasure mingling with the satisfaction of fulfilling his desire. Tom lingered for a moment, his hand brushing her cheek, his eyes filled with admiration and love.
Instead of unbinding her, he restarted the plinth’s motor, letting her rotate once more. “You’re perfect like this, just right for me to use and then leave you until I need you again,” he murmured, returning to his desk. The office settled back into its quiet rhythm, the plinth’s slow turn displaying Jackie’s bound form, the vibrator continuing its relentless hum. She was content, lost in her role as his object, a sextoy for his use, her desires to be used growing stronger with each rotation.
As the afternoon stretched on, Jackie surrendered fully to the experience, her body and mind enveloped in the thrill of being displayed, bound, and cherished. The vibrator drew her toward another climax, and she embraced it, her thoughts a quiet mantra: I am his, and this is where I belong.
The next morning, Sunday, dawned with a soft golden light filtering through the bedroom curtains. Jackie woke with a lingering thrill from the previous day’s experience, her body still humming with the memory of being bound and displayed on the rotating plinth. The sheer bodystocking she’d worn had been carefully set aside, but the sensation of the metal cuffs, the collar, and the slow rotation remained vivid in her mind. As she sipped her coffee in the kitchen, the familiar spark of desire flickered within her. She wanted to push the experience further, to test her limits in a new way.
Tom joined her at the table, his eyes warm as he noticed the familiar glint in her gaze. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, his tone teasing but curious.
Jackie set her mug down, her fingers tracing its rim as she gathered her thoughts. “I want to spend the day bound in the device again,” she said, her voice steady but laced with anticipation. “But this time, I want to deny myself an orgasm. The vibrator… it’s just too intense. Could you set it to a low hum? Just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to push me over. I want to feel the restraint, the longing, but without the release.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her request. “That’s certainly a challenge for you,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “I like it. But I’ve got a client meeting today to go over a project. I’ll be out for a few hours.”
Jackie’s eyes lit up with an idea, her mind racing back to their last adventure when she’d been left alone. “Well what if, when you leave, you move me to the cupboard in the hallway?” she suggested. “I cleared it out after last time—there’s enough space for the plinth now. I’d be… tucked away, waiting for you, like your private display, your plaything waiting for you to be used.”
Tom’s smile widened, a mix of admiration and excitement in his expression. He loved the way her mind worked, how she embraced her desires so fully. “Well if that’s what you want, it’ll be perfect,” he said. “You’ll be ready and available for me when I get back.”
After breakfast, they moved to the office, the air already charged with anticipation. The custom metal device sat proudly on its rotating plinth, the polished bronze gleaming under the morning light. Jackie slipped into a new sheer bodystocking, its translucent fabric even lighter than the last, clinging to her skin like a whisper and accentuating every curve. She felt exposed yet empowered, her body a canvas for their shared desires.
Tom guided her to the device, his hands steady as she lay down on the flat metal surface. The vibrator, now adjusted to a low, teasing hum as per her request, awaited her. Jackie positioned herself carefully, easing onto the cool metal shape, its gentle vibration sending a subtle ripple of sensation through her already wet core. She bit her lip, savoring the delicate tease, knowing it would keep her on edge without pushing her to climax.
With practiced precision, Tom fastened the padded metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles, folding her into the familiar hogtie position. Her arms were pulled back, her legs bent so her ankles met near the top of the frame, the cuffs securing her limbs snugly yet comfortably. The sheer bodystocking stretched taut across her skin, the light catching its delicate weave as she settled into the restraints. Next, he fitted the polished metal collar around her neck, its cool embrace locking her head in place, limiting her movement and amplifying her sense of submission.
Finally, Tom produced the ring gag, its sleek design a familiar thrill. “Ready?” he asked, his voice soft but firm. Jackie nodded, her lips parting as he secured the gag behind her head. The metal ring held her mouth open, her breath passing through with a faint whistle, the sensation of vulnerability settling over her like a warm blanket.
Tom stepped back, admiring his work. Jackie was a vision—bound in the hogtie, the sheer bodystocking shimmering, the vibrator’s low hum a constant tease, and the collar and gag completing her transformation into his object of desire. He tested the plinth’s rotation, the motor whirring softly as it turned her slowly, her body displayed from every angle. Satisfied, he stopped the rotation and checked the restraints one last time, ensuring her comfort and security.
“There, you’re perfect,” he murmured, brushing a hand gently across her cheek. “I’ll move you to the cupboard before I leave. You’ll be my private treasure, my little sextoy waiting for me.”
Jackie’s heart raced, the thought of being tucked away in the cupboard—a hidden, cherished object—sending a thrill through her. The vibrator’s low hum was already working its magic, keeping her in a state of heightened arousal without pushing her too far. She settled into the sensation, her body taut within the restraints, her mind embracing the role of being Tom’s creation.
Tom worked at his desk for a while, finalizing notes for his client meeting, occasionally glancing at Jackie with a mix of pride, lust and desire. The office was quiet save for the faint hum of the vibrator and the soft creak of the cuffs as Jackie adjusted to her position. Each glance from Tom was a lifeline, a reminder of their bond, and she felt cherished, even as the low vibration teased her relentlessly.
As the time for his meeting approached, Tom stood, stretching before approaching the plinth. With careful effort, he wheeled the device—plinth and all—down the hallway to the now-cleared cupboard. The space was just large enough to accommodate the setup, the walls close enough to create a sense of enclosure, amplifying Jackie’s feeling of being hidden away. Tom positioned her carefully, ensuring the plinth was stable, then flipped the switch to start the slow rotation once more. The motor’s gentle whir filled the cupboard, and Jackie’s bound form began to turn, the sheer bodystocking catching the dim light filtering through the slightly ajar door.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” Tom said, his voice low and reassuring. “You’re mine now, my little fucktoy.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before stepping back. The cupboard door remained slightly open, allowing a sliver of light to illuminate her, a private display for his return. With a final glance, Tom grabbed his keys and left, the sound of the garage door and his car engine fading into the distance.
Alone in the cupboard, Jackie surrendered to the experience. The slow rotation of the plinth was hypnotic, each turn heightening her sense of exposure despite the confined space. The vibrator’s low hum kept her on a knife’s edge, the sensation teasing but never enough to push her into climax. It was exactly what she’d wanted—a test of restraint, a dance with denial that made her hyper-aware of every sensation. The sheer bodystocking clung to her skin, the metal cuffs and collar held her firmly, and the ring gag kept her mouth open, a constant reminder of her availability.
The cupboard’s stillness wrapped around her, the faint creak of the plinth and the vibrator’s hum the only sounds. Her thoughts drifted into a meditative state, a mix of vulnerability and empowerment. Being hidden away, tucked into this private space, made her feel like a secret treasure, a work of art waiting for Tom’s return. The denial of orgasm intensified her longing, each subtle pulse of the vibrator a reminder of her submission to his design.
Time blurred as she rotated, the light shifting across her body with each turn. The confinement of the cupboard added a layer of intimacy, as if she were a jewel locked in a safe, cherished and protected. She imagined Tom’s return, the moment he’d open the door and see her—bound, displayed, and ready. The thought sent a shiver through her, mingling with the vibrator’s tease, and she embraced the sensation, content to remain his object of desire.
Hours later, the rumble of the garage door signaled Tom’s return. The house was quiet as he stepped inside, his footsteps deliberate as he made his way to the cupboard. Opening the door, he was greeted by the sight of Jackie, still rotating slowly on the plinth, her body shimmering in the sheer bodystocking, her wrists and ankles bound, the collar and gag holding her in perfect submission. Her eyes met his, a spark of anticipation and lust passing between them.
Tom stopped the plinth’s rotation, the sudden stillness electric. He stood beside her, his hands gentle as he brushed her cheek. The ring gag invited him, and he positioned himself, sliding into her open mouth with a slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation was intense, her helplessness amplifying his arousal, and she used what little movement her tongue allowed to please him. He moved with a steady rhythm, his breaths growing heavier until he climaxed, a low groan escaping as he withdrew.
Jackie felt the warmth of his release, her own arousal heightened by the denial she’d chosen, the vibrator’s low hum still teasing her. Tom lingered, his hand tracing her bound form, his eyes filled with admiration. “That was awesome,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Rather than unbinding her immediately, moved her and the plinth back into his office, there he restarted the plinth’s rotation, letting her remain on display for a while longer. “I want to enjoy you like this a bit more,” he said, a playful edge to his tone. Jackie’s heart swelled, the slow rotation and the vibrator’s tease keeping her in a state of blissful submission.
As the afternoon faded into evening, Tom finally began the process of releasing her. He carefully unfastened the cuffs, removed the collar and gag, and eased the vibrator out, his touch tender and reverent. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the bedroom, where they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwining in a passionate embrace. The denial of her orgasm made their lovemaking even more intense, her pent-up desire spilling over as they moved together, their bond deepened by the day’s intimate adventure.
Exhausted and content, they lay in each other’s arms, the soft light of dusk wrapping around them. Jackie’s thoughts lingered on the cupboard, the plinth, and the feeling of being Tom’s cherished object—a secret treasure, bound and waiting, forever his.