Girl on the Net

This post came from some improv erotica suggestions over on Patreon. Sometimes we play a game where Patreons give me a name, kink, location and object, and I try to work them into a sexy story – like this gang bang erotica or this one about being pegged by a stranger. I enjoyed writing the following story, because it combines my two favourite activities – kinky DIY and getting brutally fucked. The prompts I had to work into the tale were Josh/bondage/Homebase/drill. 

DITMY (kinky DIY)

“My favourite part of fucking you,” he tells her, in a conversational tone so the word ‘fucking’ doesn’t attract the attention of other shoppers in the echoing aisles, “is when I can shove my cock in really deep.”

She blushes. Looks around. He put a tiny, lilting emphasis on the word ‘cock’, and now she’s nervous they’re being overheard. Trailing a half-step behind him as he wanders up and down the aisles of the DIY section at Homebase, she’s suddenly terrified they’ll get rumbled.

“What I’m looking for, I think,” he continues in that same breezy tone, “is a way to fucking fold you in half, so you’re on your side.”

Her cunt is getting wet just listening to him, and she has that irrational fear that someone walking past them might know. That a member of staff could drop a hand onto her shoulder and tell her ‘madam, please leave the store. We aren’t in the business of kink.’

He isn’t oblivious to this, of course, it’s part and parcel of the point. He picks up a power drill, twists and turns it in his hands. Holds it up for her to see.

“This? I think this could be useful. Fix mount points to the table, so I can bind you good and tight – knees up to your chest, cunt presented to me right on the corner of the table. What do you think?”

She whispers ‘yes’ and looks him in the eye. He’s grinning. He drops his volume slightly, becomes soft.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

He hands her a box from the shelf – that same drill, to carry around the shop. Next they head to the fixings section. She can feel the wetness in her knickers as they get there. Picture the way he’ll position her on the table, then use rope to hold her down. Passing soft hemp through hard metal anchors, pinning her rigidly in place. Like a butterfly.

As they continue their journey around the shop, he paints her an even more vivid picture. Her naked flesh, lashed to the table. Knees drawn up to her chest and feet bound tight together. Legs positioned out of the way so that her cunt and arse are the only things which stick out over the edge of the table. Right on the corner, so when he plants his feet either side of her and grips the ropes, he can yank on them to plunge himself as deep inside her as possible.

He picks up screws, hands them to her. She holds them tight in her sweaty, eager palms. As he carefully selects which fixings he’d like, to bolt her to the table, his running commentary gets quieter and quieter. So she has to strain to hear.

“I want you pinned down so you cannot move. And when you’re there I might leave you for a while, just so I can admire my handiwork…”

Some of the words he uses cause her clit to throb. Bolt, lash, pinned, strapped. The idea of being incapacitated, being tied so tight that she cannot move, then fucked like she’s a toy. A hole. It’s frightening and perfect and exactly what she came for.

When he’s gathered all the items that he’ll need for their deviant adventure, he steers her towards the till. Keeping up that flow of chatter about exactly how he’ll use what they are buying. The shoppers around them are too involved in their own DIY projects. They do not hear the man who whispers ‘free use’ and ‘lashed down’ and ‘I’ll get so fucking deep inside your cunt.’

But that’s not to say they aren’t noticed at all. When they get to the tillpoint, she’s juggling everything he needs for this escapade. Juggling screws and a drill and fixings and a few more bits and pieces, while also fumbling to reach for her credit card. As she soaks in the glorious humiliation of forking out a hundred quid to be fucked and used and broken, an elderly gentleman nearby can’t help but look up, as Josh – her tormentor – smacks her good and hard on the arse.

Then tells her: “I’ll wait by the car.”

What can I say? I’m a slut for kinky DIY. If you liked this, come support me on Patreon where you can find all the other improv erotica stories, which cover a pretty broad spectrum from electro training for naughty sub guys to snake-based fear torture and tentacle porn. Your money goes towards keeping this blog running and helping me create/commission more delightful smut for the audio porn hub.