Skateboarding

I was reading the paper when she got home.

“Hiya honey there are a couple of heavy things in the car would you go get them for me?”

They proved to be two large triangular blocks of wood. There was a unfamiliar wooden plank as well I lugged them all it.

I looked up to see my collar. What devilment could the bit of wood mean? Well mine wasn’t to ask why but to lie down and let her put straps around me. The triangles went to my sides and the plank across them.

She went back out. She returned with a bright purple skateboard in her arms. Everything was explained. Once again she’d found a way to make me a poor little grape at the bottom of a wine press (thankfully she’d never managed to find one of those).

“An old hobby I thought I’d pick back up. You’ve been such a good doormat, carpet, mattress and pillow I knew you’d be happy to be my skating platform. You wait right there, I’ll be right back.”

She was so fetching when she returned - black halter and shorts - that I could almost feel it was worth it. But I knew shortly I wouldn’t quite be able to keep my admiring eyes on her.

There wasn’t much distance for her to go but she made the most of it as she hurtled at and over me. The board squashed into me knocking my breath out.

She looked at me over her shoulder and dismounted.

“Already out of breath? We can’t have that. Let me move it.” As she slid the wood down to cover my crotch I was sure the first placement hadn’t be an accident. Some things you only do once, a man’s crotch is a Domme’s joy forever.

I winced as the wood crushed into my cock.