## Perfect Performance Review

Post by Mr Underheel » Tue Jan 21, 2014 3:09 pm

Jon didn't know why Sarah had wanted him to be at her house that night, but he never asked the question "Why" when she made a request of him. There were times, however, when he questioned his approach to her. Before he knew it, he was naked and restrained. He had no objections although he did have plenty of questions.
Sarah started to riff, “Rated 4.0 out of 4 in every category. Fantastic comments! A promotion! A 10% raise! I, for one, think that such performance deserves an extra special reward, don’t you?”
Jon was not able to express himself clearly. Sarah had inserted a large, soft ball gag in his mouth and buckled it tightly in place. The sounds he was making were completely unintelligible.
She was walking him into the basement and he was naked, save for the wide leather wrist and ankle cuffs that were double fastened: buckles and tiny padlocks. His arms were bound behind him as a giant Masterlock had been employed to connect the shiny stainless steel D-rings that protruded from the cuffs.
Sarah herself looked ravishing! One would have thought it was Halloween in January since she had broken out her Catwoman mask: Cute little cat ears and a hood that covered the top half of her head. Her blue eyes gleamed in their cut-out areas. The hood ended at a level equal to the tip of her nose and her long, blonde curls cascaded from beneath the snugly-fitting leather device.
“Performance reviews like this aren’t accomplished every year. It was truly an incredible 12 months!”
Her gorgeous, ample breasts were barely contained in the tight, black leather halter top. The red cross-stitching in the very middle provided a lovely addition to the otherwise smooth, glistening material. Matching black boy shorts covered her beautiful, round ass. Similar red lacing provided the closure in front, adoring the panties with a stack of three X’s that rather “marked the spot”. She felt so beautiful and sexy that she was already becoming wet, just from the anticipation of this reward.
The stairs and bare concrete walls of her basement dungeon echoed back to her the sound of her stiletto boots with each careful, slow stop down those stairs. These were his favorites; hers, too. Yes, they matched the bra and the boy shorts in their black leather and the string of red cross-lacing up the back. Two-inch platforms. Six-inch thin heels. She looked kick-ass from head to heel.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, she flicked a switch on the wall and one small spotlight shone in the middle of the room over an odd contraption that made him worried. A two-by-four was stretched between two saw horses. There were four concrete blocks lined up on the floor, perpendicular to the board. He recognized the spreader bar that lay on top of the blocks. Various wires lay seemingly randomly about the place.
“Proper positive reinforcement is critical in these cases to encourage continued high-achievement. When one has keen insight into the mind, one knows exactly what type of reinforcement is the most effective. Climb up on one of those middle blocks and swing your leg over the top. Straddle the board. Yes, that’s it! Now, be still for a moment!”
She gathered two of the wires from the floor and, after having smoothed a gel onto him, she fastened the wires to his nipples using a large sticker. “It will provide a gentle electrical stimulation under certain….’conditions’. You will understand quickly.” She smiled at him evilly. His eyes grew large as she flicked on a switch for a fraction of a second.
“MMMMMMMM!!!!!!”
She giggled gaily, “I just KNEW you would like it! Bend forward. Lay on the board for me. I’m sure this will come as no surprise, Jon. This is one of our favorite toys, isn’t it?” The big black vibrator, by this time, slipped easily—seemingly—into place deep inside him. It appeared that way to Sarah, at least.
She took him by the shoulder and straightened him up. This time, there was a fitting that had been screwed to the board into which flanges on the end of the dildo fit and locked. If he straightened his legs he could ease off of it. Bent knees would push it deeper into him. Glancing down, he saw the power cord running across the floor; it intersected with the wires from his nipples and terminated at some odd control board that rested on a table across the room.
Sarah was kneeling near him now. One end of the spreader bar was quickly locked to the D-ring on his right ankle, which was pushed outwardly just as, concurrently, his left ankle was similarly spread. Now he was suspended on top of that board with the toy achingly deep in his ass.
“Tip off to the side. You can stand on one foot and take off some pressure. Actually, you’re probably gonna want to do that pretty soon.” She pushed a button on the control panel and the vibrator screamed to life. At the same time, that electric current flowed again into his nipples. Almost in a panic, he tipped to the right and got himself balanced on that leg. As soon as he did, the devices turned themselves off.
“It will take you less time to figure out how this all works than it took Pavlov’s dog to learn that the ringing bell would soon be followed by food. Let’s see how this goes!”
Though he was in fairly good shape, his right leg couldn’t support him forever. As the burn grew in his thigh, it was inevitable that he would need to shift his weight to his left. And when he did, “MMMOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” His weight on the board turned on the devices again. As quickly as he could, he shifted everything to his left leg.
“Excellent! Everything is working perfectly! This IS the ideal reward! I love it! But I’m a little worried about you falling off. This should help.”
She produced a long, thick rope and tied it around the very top of his chest, just under his arms. She ran it through a sturdy ring hook that was buried in the floor joist directly above his head. It bore none of his weight but it would keep him from falling if he happened to lose his balance. Besides, she loved the way the four thick ropes looked around his body. Her smile was one of self-satisfaction.
Now it was his left leg’s turn to burn. The shifting of his weight from left to right proved to be no different had his previous actions. “Did you notice that I turned up the juice a little bit? Rheostats are such lovely controls!” She turned it one more click to “clockwise”.
“There’s one more little thing that will make this reward complete.” She dangled two thin, rough hemp cords in front of him. “Guess what I’m going to do with these? This one goes around the tip of your little cock. Yes, tightly. We don’t want it to slip off, do we? Then over your shoulder…now down to your wrists.” She lifted his wrists up to the middle of his back and then tied off the cord. It was immediately apparent that if he lowered his hands, the cord would tighten and would pull his cock upward.
“Just right! And now this one will work ALMOST the same.” She tied it tightly around his scrotum His balls would never fit through the little ring that she had made.
“Up over the other shoulder and then down to your wrists. Same length as the other. Ah, yes! That is exactly what I was looking for!”
His biceps were now burning as badly as was his right leg! He needed to rest his arms but, at the same time, his right leg was giving out.
Ass vibrating madly…nipples twitching uncontrollably…cock and balls stretched to their limit…finally over to the other side. A comfortable enough position for his hands now so that the stretch wasn’t quite so intense. He could rest for a moment. “MMMmmmmmfFFFFFmmmfffFFFMMMM!!!” he shouted, though she was not sure if it was a cry of protest or one of joy and pleasure. It didn’t matter.
“MMMMMmmmmMMFFFpppffFFF!!!!”, he called again as thee burning returned. Already he was in a near-constant dance from one side to the other. She watched in pleasure as he leaped from pointe to pointe, her hand wandering unconsciously down to the area between her legs that was beginning to nag for her attention.
After observing his writhing for some time, she picked up a leather switch from the table and stepped near him. It cracked across the top of his right thigh and caused him to jump in surprise. His eyes pleaded to her. With a grin, she reached up and unbuckled the gag.
“Now what is this noise all about, my pet? And right in the middle of ‘Reward Time’.”
“I..I…I didn’t even have a review. I’m not due for two months yet! And this is becoming…not so rewarding for me!”
She pushed the gag back in place and buckled it even more deeply in his mouth.
“Oh, this has nothing to do with YOUR annual review. It is my OWN review that I’m celebrating!”
She let the switch fall again, right across his ass-cheeks.