On the Wheel
Another BDSM vignette, this time fan art for Gearlock.
Sal's Master never did anything by half measures. The otter expressed an interest in trying shibari one and was told, a moment later, to make sure his Friday evening schedule was clear and to report at his Master's home promptly at 7 o'clock. Sal was there by 6:45, waiting in his car until the precise moment his Master had wanted him to appear.
At 7:00, Sal knocked on the door.
By 7:15, Sal was roped up tight and bound to the Wheel.
The Wheel he was familiar with. It was his Master's pride and joy, built by the white tiger himself. It was nearly twenty feet across, filling most of the floor of the dungeon, surrounded by all the various pieces of furniture his Master had collected over the years. It spun freely and was meant to be a transport system for subs: the tiger could move one of his pets from any point in the dungeon to any other point without needing to free them from their bondage or haul them bodily across the room, and given that his Master loved leaving his subs in hogties for hours at a time, it was a truly useful device.
But the shibari Sal was not familiar with. The otter had expected a simple artistic harness over his chest, while he and his Master played in other ways. He'd seen some pictures that had intricate designs, dozens of fibers criss-crossing across his body, maybe forming patterns or highlighting a particular area of his body. Sal's Master had other ideas though. The tiger had used heavy rope, and while it still had the general form of a chest harness, it extended far beyond his torso. The rope looped from the otter's chest around his arms, it went from his hips down to his ankles. His arms were pinned to his side, his hands barely able to move. There were also a surprising amount of hooks wound into the rope. Sal eyed the chains and pulleys in the ceiling, wondering if he'd soon find himself suspended from them.
Sal also wasn't the only sub tied to the wheel. Two others were there already, both female. His Master had a lot of pets and it wasn't unusual for them to play together. A fourth sub, another male, appeared around the time Sal's ropework was finished. Sal was able to watch him be tied up the same way his Master had tied himself.
Then, with the four subs sitting on the wheel in each of the cardinal directions, playtime began.
Sal went first. The way he was bound forced his knees far apart and his hips forward. The otter had begun to develop an erection the moment the rope first touched his fur, and had hung, hard and wet in the air, as he watched the other sub be tied up. His Master ran a finger slowly back and forth over the length. Then the tiger gripped it, pumping the slick rod until Sal began to squirm. And once he was sufficiently worked up, the tiger pulled out a magic wand, holding the buzzing head of it right against the otter's now empty sheath. It was set on max.
Stars burst behind Sal's eyes. Pleasurable vibrations sped up the length and jolted the tip of his cock, while they rumbled against his tightening sac. Despite the training his Master had given him, the otter could already feel his orgasm approaching. His toes curled, his breath caught in a long whine, his eyes squeezed shut, and his whole body tensed.
Then the vibrations were gone. The wheel was turning. His Master was slipping away.
Sal strained against the ropes, but they were far too tight. He couldn't even thrust his shaft against the air. All he could do was whimper and whine and feel his shaft throb needily.
Then he heard another set of moans joining his own. Sal's head wasn't bound, so he looked over his shoulder. The black-furred vixen at the next spoke of the wheel was receiving the same attention he had been: quick, rough handling to get her worked up, followed by a buzz of the magic wand until she was just on the edge, then, before relief could be had, another turn of the wheel.
When she finally found a moment to breathe and relax again, her eyes met the otter's. They both gave a weak smile, and Sal mouthed "Worth it." The vixen nodded in eager agreement.
Soon the wheel had turned a full revolution. It was Sal's time again. He barely needed any attention from his Master's hand before he was ready for the wand. In less than a minute, the otter edged, was denied, as was sent whirling around on the wheel. Everyone else was equally quick to reach the edge, and so Sal's third time was here before he had a chance to fully recover. His Master didn't bother with foreplay this time. The big white tiger stuck a foot on the wheel to keep it steady, leaned in with a growl, and pushed the wonderfully buzzing wand right against the head of the otter's cock.
The feeling was so intense, like every nerve of his shaft was being zapped, that for a moment Sal forgot to breathe. He was so lost that for a moment, he didn't understand why the feeling was receding, why his orgasm had slipped away yet again, for several seconds. He realized dazedly that the wheel had turned yet again and he was no longer his Master's focus.
Two more cycles of the wheel later, a total of five edges, and Sal wasn't sure he could take much more. He was dangerously close to shouting his safeword. He barely had time to recover from the wand's use one time before his Master used it on him again.
So it was with relief that he heard his Master turning off the buzzing device. Sal's balls were aching to loose their load, but the rest of him was quite happy to relax a bit.
A scraping sound of metal on metal made him jerk his head around. The vixen at the next point on the wheel was being hooked by strong chains to the pulleys on the ceiling, and with a yip, she was lifted into the air. Sal watched, somewhat in shock, as the wheel turned the wrong way, counter to the motions it had been taking him all evening, bringing him steadily to the point beneath the vixen.
He had to marvel at the ingenuity of his Master. As she was lowered down, the way she was bound and the way he was bound fit together perfectly, arms and legs nestled into the crooks of the other's body like two jigsaw pieces latching together, except in this jigsaw one of the benefits was his cock entering a very tight, very warm, very wet sex. His muzzle met the vixen's in a deep and passionate kiss, which she returned just as eagerly, even as their Master unhooked her from the chains and instead used the metal hooks to bind them to each other.
The wheel spun again so the tiger could join the other pair of subs on the wheel. And it was only around that time that the otter and vixen remembered how tightly they were bound. Both of them were aching for orgasm but they could barely move, let alone thrust against one another.
The momentary relief of hearing their Master returning to them was dashed when all he did was attach a vibrator to her clit and a vibrating ring around his sac. The sensations were intense and enjoyable but nowhere near enough to help them cum.
Sal's Master sat back in his favorite chair, pulled out his favorite book and read as his pets' plaintive moans filled the dungeon. They should have another shibari night soon, he thought.