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Some people go to one of those fancy leather shops in SoMa for their kinky gear.
Others swear by the Home Depot.
Personally, I’m happiest wandering the aisles at William Sonoma, my fingertips lightly dancing over the meat tenderizers and the pastry brushes, seeking inspiration. My lover’s soft flesh had been massaged with the scratchy vegetable scrubbing gloves, reddened by spankings with the smoothest of cheese boards, pinched by the delicate fish tweezers. I gain a special sort of sadistic pleasure by pulling something out of a kitchen drawer and watching his eyes as he tries to work out how I’ll use it on him.
But it had gotten to a point where the possibilities seemed exhausted. I had bruised him with rubber spatulas, fucked his ass with a pestle. I felt bored, restless. I wanted something new, and wasn’t sure if I had finally perverted my last utensil.
That’s when I saw the avocado cuber. A fist-sized cage of wire, shaped to fit the contours of an avocado’s flesh. I smiled, wickedly, and put it into my basket. An idea began to swirl in my mind as I carried it to the counter and paid.
My lover was home when I arrived. I found him kneeling on the floor of the kitchen with his apron on, some herbs halfway minced on the counter. I enjoy having a submissive who is as in love with the kitchen as I am, a fellow foodie who revels in the novelty kitchen supplies I bring home. He delights my senses with meals that tantalize them all- friends always commented on how lovely our house smelled thanks to his cooking. And in exchange, when our friends have all gone home, those utensils that had often so recently been used to prepare culinary delights were used again to tease his body.
I smiled to see him there, his rounded ass peeking out behind the bow of his only clothing. I let my eyes linger on his bare feet, his pink nipples, his rounded belly. Nothing he ever made me was as delicious as he was. I kissed his forehead, bowed, eyes to the floor. I saw a smile touch his lips.
“Hello my love,” I said as I opened the paper bag and put the avocado cuber into the freezer. “Can you spare me a few minutes or are you in the middle of something?”
“I’m available for you to do as you please, Sir”, he murmured. Such a good boy, remembering that no matter how femme I am I prefer Sir to Mistress. I would have to reward him later.
“Good. Then go to our room and fetch the rope and a blindfold,” I said, “and I will meet you in the living room. Off you go!” He stood, gracefully, and trotted off after I patted his ass. I took the avocado cuber, now chilled, and a few other bits, then walked into the living room. He entered, crawling to my feet with the blindfold and rope in his teeth, and knelt up to offer them to me. I tied the blindfold on, then helped him stand as I moved around behind him, my fingers wandering over his hips and tickling up his sides. He shivered but didn’t move. I had trained him well.
Using the apron strings I bound his hands behind him then stepped back to survey my handiwork. The apron let his nipples peek out from behind, coyly. and it barely skimmed the shaft of his cock. I could see it beginning to stiffen, the foreskin beginning to pull back over the head as I traced cookie cutter patterns over his skin. Time for the cuber, then. Quickly I wound the ropes around the edge of the cagelike device, wrapping the rope around my submissive’s waist and through again to create a sort of jockstrap. Grinning evilly, I tightened the ropes, letting the chilly cuber cup his cock. The intake of breath was worth the price alone as he tried to work out what I had gotten, what I would do, how long I would make him wear this cold cage.
I pulled out the fluted pastry wheel and began by rolling it over his neck, one of my hands in his hair to keep him still. He moaned, letting his head fall to further expose my neck to the wheel and I moved it up to the back of his ear, then back down, down to flick the edge over his nipples. They stiffened pleasingly under the stimulation. I darted my tongue over each one, nibbling gently, then firmly, my arm moving around his waist to hold him up as I bit. His knees buckled a little but he recovered quickly, his cock stiffening despite himself to press against its cage. I tsked warningly. My lover swallowed hard.
“Did you just move, my lovely?” I said, my voice dripping with sweetness.
He whimpered a bit, then nodded yes. At least he was honest.
Quick as a flash I grabbed my next tool, an icing spatula made of metal, and pressed it against his throat, gripping him close with one arm so he couldn’t wriggle away. My lips brushed against his ear and I hissed, “don’t you want to be a good boy for me? All I want is for you to stay still, you can do that, can’t you my love?”
Another swallow, then a nod, more vigorously this time. “Y..y…yes Sir. I can be still. I’m sorry Sir.”
I chuckled warmly. “That’s a good boy.” I left my hand slide over the avocado cuber, trapping his cock inside. It was beginning to look a little uncomfortably cramped in there. Good. That means this was working. I took my last tool, a brand new grillling brush, in my hand, and began to rake it across his flesh, watching it turn from pale to rosy red. He groaned, but stayed still. Little lines began to appear, some of them bleeding a bit as I rubbed him raw. I liked giving him a challenge. He had scars from challenges before.
A tear formed then fell from one cheek. I licked it off, then licked the sweat and blood from his back. “You’ve been such a tolerant boy, well done. I think you deserve a reward.” He nodded, agreeing, and I laughed, untying his hands and removing the blindfold. “Get on the floor,” I said huskily, sliding my panties off, leaving everything else- shoes, skirt, shirt- on. “On your back. Now.”
He obliged, wincing as his raw skin rubbed against the carpet. I melted inside, my cunt wet with his willingness to submit to my cruelty. I climbed on top of him, pulling his apron up to expose the cuber. I wanted him, quickly, now, and untying the ropes felt too difficult. I groped for some scissors on the coffee table, cut them off, tossing the avocado cuber across the room in my eagerness to get to his cock.
I spat into my palm, rubbing my wet hand over his shaft before sliding my cunt over and onto him. My lover’s cock was perfect to me- not too long, but thick, rubbing me in all the right ways. I grabbed the icing spatula and held it against his throat, not letting him see it, letting him think it was a knife as I rode him hard. My other hand held his arms down as I kissed and bit him in turns. His cock throbbed inside me, but this wasn’t about him.
I love telling him that.
My orgasm came fast and sweet, shattering my body with an intensity that felt almost painful in its brightness. I couldn’t feel my fingertips, just a flushed warmth, a tingling that was rooted in my core. Sated, I fell on top of him, discarding the spatula and embracing him as I rested my head on his chest, his cock still hard inside me. Such a good boy, my lover, so obedient to wait until told he could cum! I sighed happily, and he wrapped his arms around me, smiling.
“So, shall I make dinner then, Sir?” he asked wryly, and I kissed him.