Chamber of Pleasure

Mr Bankole Odetola or "Big" as his friends called him,  had recently purchased Rhythm Inc. - the parent company that owned Rhythm 93.7 and Classic FM Lagos. It was the first of many impulsive purchases he had made after making more than two billion naira off the currency exchange debacle that had recently befallen the Nigerian populace. At 48, he didn't feel like much of a boy anymore but he still had an intrepid spirit that was almost child-like. He wasn't afraid to do exactly as he pleased and completely unapologetic about his eccentricities and interests, particularly with fast cars and controversial women. He worked hard for his wealth and he insisted on being hands-on with all his businesses. He would sit in the studio watching the producers and presenters get through one radio show after the other and offer constructive feedback on improvement opportunities. His employees admired him deeply but there was still an intimidating air about all that wealth.

Big bumped into Oddie at the end of the late-night drive show at exactly 12 midnight on Friday. She was nervous as he asked her about how she thought the show had gone. "I think you did an excellent job", he said as she smiled sheepishly, relieved that he hadn't torn her a new one. "Do you have plans tonight", he asked. "No, not really, sir. I'm going straight home", she said. "Where's home?", he asked staring at her as he poured her a glass of white wine. "Lekki Phase One", she said as she thanked him and took her first sip. "I'm off for a cruise tonight. My boat is docked right there in Phase One. Would you like to check it out?", Big said. She was as excited as she was overwhelmed and with a big smile she agreed to go on the hour long cruise with him. She had no idea what to expect other than a lavish display of expensive alcohol and gourmet cuisine. She drove her black Toyota Corolla behind his white Porsche Cayenne and within 20 minutes, they had arrived at the jetty. "Hop on", he said, beckoning her and holding her hand as she climbed aboard. It was a white 50-footer which he nicknamed The Admiral and within minutes he was ready to set sail into the calmness of the night. "It's a great view, isn't it?" he said as he poured her another glass of wine. They chatted about work, life and family and she was utterly surprised that he was yet to find a Mrs! As time went by and the drinks went down, he decided to show her around. 

It wasn't a big yacht but it came complete with a fully stocked mini bar, his bedroom cabin, a dining area and another room which appeared to be one level below. "What's in there?" she asked as she walked around. Oh. That's just the Red Room. "What's a  Red Room?" she asked looking confused. "That's where all the magic happens", he replied with a smile on his face. "May I?" she asked like a child asking a child for candy. "Sure", Big replied. He led her down a flight of stairs and opened the locked door. The room was dimly lit by a single red bulb. In the centre of the room was a bed, covered by black silk sheets. Nearby, handing from the ceiling were harnesses and ropes of various shapes and sizes and on the table nearby there were all sorts of contraptions. Upon closer inspection she realized they were paddles, whips, chains, and other sex toys. She didn't realize what she was doing when she went to pick up the big black dildo right at the centre of the table. Big, watching from a safe distance, asked her quietly, if she was into BDSM. "I'm curious but I've never actually tried it", she said. "Would you like to", he replied. "Maybe if I find the right person", she said, as he moved so close to her there was barely half an inch between them. He felt her gasp as he whispered into her ears. She was weak in the knees and he could sense it. Not one to beat around the bush, he moved in for the kill and kissed her ear gently and watched as she closed her eyes and moaned.

He led her to the harnesses hanging from the ceiling and strapped both her arms up until they were suspended above her head. He clamped her feet to the restraints on the ground spreading her legs and pegging them in place. Her short black dress was gently hiked up her thighs and a few more inches would reveal the underside of her thong. "I shouldn't sir", she said. "I think you want to", he replied as he walked around her. He picked up a little vibrator, the size of lipstick and proceeded to kneel in front of her and slide it into her moist pussy. It slid in almost effortlessly - she was already so wet and her racing heartbeat was apparent. She gasped as she slid it almost entirely into her. He slid another vibrating device, the size and shape of a cigarette patch between her thong and her clit. 

He took a seat in the leather chair in the corner of the room. From his iPhone, he was able to adjust the vibrating speed and intensity of both devices. He started off vibrating her clit gently in short bursts of intense vibrations. Then he would alternate to vibrate the device inside her gently. He alternated between stimulating her clit and her pussy and watched excitedly as she moaned, completely helpless to the pleasure she was experiencing. She was gently gagged so all he could do was hear muffled sounds from her. No words. After about 10 minutes of his vibrating pleasure torture session, he could see her eyes rolling back and decided it was time to up the ante. The unhooked her bra placing a suction device on her left nipple and he pumped until it looked like her nipple was stuck in what looked like test-tube. He licked her right nipple gently with the tip of his tongue as the wound her neck to protest her pleasure. He began a second round of vibrating pleasure torture as her body shook violently from the pleasure overload. She thought she would pass out. She had already had 4 orgasms and she didn't think she could take more. 

He increased both vibrating speeds simultaneously until they were at their maximum threshold and by now she looked like she was having a seizure. Then came the first hard spank with the paddle. It pushed her over the edge and with bulging eyes and pulsating forehead veins. She was experiencing the most unusual mix of pleasure briefly interrupted by pain. The mix was so unusual that her body was struggling to process the correct reaction. She was fighting to be free but she knew she was at Big's mercy. As she spanked her again,  he could see the print of the paddle on her luscious light skinned ass and he immediately proceeded to soothe it with gentle rubs and caresses. He stopped all the vibrations and decided it was time to relieve her gently. He massaged her shoulders, rubbing her back with his fingers and caressing her butt cheeks gently with his hands working all the way down to her thighs. He removed the gag from her mouth and asked her how she felt. She could barely utter a word as he unstrapped her from the harnesses and laid her into the softest and most comfortable bed she had ever been on. Her body was drained from the intensity of the pleasure and within minutes she had passed out...but the night was far from over...