Geek's Toy

Geek's Toy

By Asha

I knew it had been a bad day because M.H. had been at work all day with viruses, hijacker's, and poison scripts going rampant in the company he works for. His IM's practically dripped with venom—he needed to hurt something and since he couldn't get a hold of the script kiddies who sent out these vile threats, he turned to me, his Geek Toy.

I'm useful for that sort of thing. I'm here when he gets home so that he has someone to vent to, or at. Sometimes it's just talking but on days like today it's more like "on."

I was on I.M.s with him when he growled "I need to release some energy tonight, it's been one of those days." I knew what he meant; I was to meet him at the bus with my cuffs and collar on, no underwear under the sun dress, and drive him straight home. Once at home, I'll be stripped and he'll get to do what he needs to do to work out the stress of his day.

And later….

I'm supposed to type this up as a reminder of why I'm his toy. I belong to him and he gets to treat his toys the way he wants to. And that is what I am; his Geek toy, his slut to be used when he needs a release from stress of a workday.

He was in a mood when he got off the bus. I could tell. His eyes looked not at my face but my neck when he got into the car, checking to see that I obeyed him with wearing the collar. I had; which was good for me since I would not have wanted to get into any worse situation than I would be in normally. As we drove the few blocks home, he rubbed my neck and pulled at my hair, teasing me that he was going to be rough because he needed an outlet.

We pulled up and went into the house. I stepped in and he pulled up the dress even before shutting the door all the way. Our house is on a busy street and I worry that I was seen; he didn't care. My hands were clipped together behind me and he ran his hands over my tits and between my legs. The growl he let out as he did it told me he was slipping into the primal animal master that he liked to have come out when he had been stressed as he was. I was slapped on the ass, hard, and then dragged to the couch. He pulled down his pants and pushed me to my knees, pushing his cock into my mouth. His hand twisted my hair and pushed my head up and down, making me suck him off at his speed. He pulled me off his cock, slapped me, and put my head back over his cock again; growling that I was to suck harder. I drooled as I sucked, keeping up with the pace as he fucked my lips. He finally came into my mouth, shooting his cum deep into my throat. He pulled my face off his cock and pulled me to my feet. He dragged me to the table and put me up on my hands and feet. He then pulled my wrists to my ankles, pulling me up and back to expose my ass at a position where it was easy to reach. He pulled out the small, round plastic paddle and started working on my ass cheeks, hitting hard and soft at different speeds to keep me from being able to tell when and how he would strike. He kept this up for almost ten minutes; until my ass glowed a deep, cherry red; then he stopped and rested for a moment, poking my ass and my clit with his fingers.

I was wet, despite the pain. I groaned as he rubbed and pinched my swollen clit; it felt good to be touched. He smiled and then flicked it with his finger, hitting it hard. I flinched.

He then picked up the cane and started working my ass over with it. He would hit me 10 times, spacing out the hits to be parallel with each other, each as hard as the other but not too hard: not yet anyway. Then he stopped, picked up the paddle, hit me 10 times on each cheek as if to rub in the marks from the cane, and then picked up the cane and hit me 10 more times, harder this time. He repeated this for a full 10 times or 100 strokes. My ass felt as if it was going to come off, it hurt so badly. He finished the last 10 cane strokes and pulled out his belt and gave me 10 very hard smacks with this; making me cry with each stroke. My ass was a large, red mass of welts and bruises when he finished; I knew I would not be easily sitting down for a few days.

Once he was finished with that, he put the ball gag in my mouth, put on the blindfold, and made me stand up. I felt a chair being pushed under me, between my legs; the back of the chair in front of me. I recognized it as the wooden chair from our old desk. I was pushed down, the larger dildo pushing into my cunt and the smaller one pushing into my ass as I sat. The whipping I took made sitting very uncomfortable. My legs were pulled back and clipped behind the front legs of the chair. My arms were pulled back and a take-up strap clipped to the ring on the cuffs, passed down around the cross-bar of the chair legs, and back to the rings and tightened to pull my arms down and together. He then took his belt and put it around my elbows, tightening them together uncomfortably. This had the effect of making me sit up straight and pushing out my chest.

My ample breasts were put over the back of the chair and my torso strapped to the back of the chair to prevent my pulling away. My breasts were now open to whatever he wanted to do, while my pussy and ass were stuffed with the dildos. Blindfolded, I had no idea what he was going to do but the sound of the cane cutting the air gave me a brief warning just before it slapped down on my breasts. I moaned, the pain shooting through my bare tits. He chuckled and screwed the nipple clamps to my nipples, crushing them. Then he went to work whipping my breasts and occasionally amusing himself trying to whip off the clips. This went on for several minutes as I moaned and screamed behind the gag. I could not pull away and I could not see him to tell when, or if, he would be finished. I was burning on my ass, burning on my tits, and my ass felt like it was stretched out.

He finally finished amusing himself with my tits and jerked off the clips as I screamed in pain. It took a couple of minutes to settle down but he was patient with me; he knew I would scream, that's why he gagged me. No sense in having the cops called because I could not keep quiet, he said.

Next he decided to amuse me, or at least that is what he said. I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I soon found out. He released me long enough to stretch me out on the yoke; made out of PVC pipe with a rope through it and clips tied to the ropes at each end of the rope. The middle of the pipe had been cut out and the rope passed through a clip in the middle as well. The middle clip attached to my collar ring at the base of my neck and the two end clips attached to my wrist rings. I could not pull my hands together or move them very far.

He then used the other PVC spreader bar, made just like the one that was the yoke, to pull my feet wide apart after he laid me down. He then pulled out something and waved it under my nose. I smelled the distinct smell of ginger. He was going to fig me! I began to panic; this always got my attention. He had found the website on figging: http://www.figging.com/, and had read it with interest. He cut the ginger and, raising my legs over my head, rubbed it on my asshole and on my clit. It started to burn almost immediately and I could not wiggle to stop the pain. He then turned on what sounded like my vibrator and placed it on my clit, taping it on my belly with duct tape so it would not move. Now my cit was burning and the buzzing was making me nuts at the same time. I wiggled but couldn't dislodge the vibrator and I didn't want to because my body was saying it wanted to come. I was going nuts!

I started sweating and trying to rub my burning cunt harder and harder on the vibrator. My ass was hurting, my tits stung (and he reached over and popped those clips on them again, damn it!) and I needed to come bad! He picked up the little cat-of-tails and started flicking them on my thighs and belly, more gently than he had whipped the rest of me but still getting my attention away from my swelling and hungry clit. Every so often he would pull my legs up and rub my asshole with the ginger again, renewing the burn.

Finally I exploded. I could not help myself. I couldn't see him, I could only focus on my ass, cunt, clit, nipples, and the occasional flick of the whip as I came and came. Finally there would be release and I could rest.

But he had other ideas. He wasn't finished playing with his toy. He left the vibrator on, still buzzing on my clit and took the clips off my nipples, which exploded again. I kept cumming and cumming, riding the wave of the orgasms deeper and deeper. Finally I was spent and the buzzing of the vibrator against my clit and the burning on my asshole became painful and I wanted out, bad! I tried to wiggle, to pull off the vibrator, to stop the pain any way I could but he laughed and told me to stay still. I tried to stay still, the buzz becoming more and more painful. He slapped me with the whip and told me that he would let me go when I came, one more time. I couldn't! I tried and tried but the body didn't want to come again. I was spent and my cunt could not be forced to come again. He whipped me harder on my thighs, the whip cutting into my skin. He hit my breasts a bit and then finally took off the vibrator. I relaxed; sweat glistening off my skin. I still couldn't see him, my jaws ached from the ball gag, and I hoped he was finally satisfied.

He released my arms and legs and took out the gag. He left the blindfold on and the collar and cuffs clipped at my back. I was told to lick feet as he relaxed, watching television. When it was time to eat supper, I was fed by hand, just enough to give me nourishment but kept blindfolded and naked, hands bound behind me.

Finally it was time for bed. I was led into the room, laid down, legs clipped together and hands clipped together in front of me, still blindfolded. He slapped my ass, bringing fire again, and then kissed me.

"Good night, toy. I like playing with you." He settled down to sleep, I heard him turn off the light and felt him cover me up.

I slept next to him, a treasured Geek's Toy.