Superiority

Spike stepped into the room as Rarity held it open for him. As always he was marveled with the beauty and perfection of his wife.

She was five foot six, but her long legs gave her the appearance of being taller. The heels and platforms of the thigh high boots she was wearing made her slightly taller than Spike. However, Spike didn’t know she was wearing thigh high boots, as she was wearing a grey overcoat that also hid her stunning curves and soft leg muscles. What did show for now were her deep blue eyes and wavy, course and pure purple hair which fell down to her mid back.

While the sheer beauty of his wife always intoxicated him, Spike was no slouch in the looks department. The young man showcased a fit and healthy look, with light green hair that was short and had a stylish, deliberately uncombed look. He was wearing a simple button up shirt and pants.

“What’s this room for?” Spike asked as he entered the room. It was almost pure white, with no windows, and about five yards square, with tall ceilings. There was only one door on one wall. The other walls had a simple white leather bench running alongside them, creating a seat that formed an angular C shape. The white leather bench was deep enough to lie down on. Other than that, the only other thing in the room was a seat in the middle, facing away from the door and looking toward the center of the C formed by the plush white bench. It was obviously designed so that the people who sat on the bench were the audience for what happened in the chair, or the other way round. The only other items Spike could see in the room were in the top two corners where there were small high quality video cameras. They didn’t seem to have any indicators to be able to tell if they were on or not. Spike was going to ask about the video cameras, but he decided to concentrate his attention on the chair.

It was no ordinary seat. It had very wide arm rests, that afforded enough room for an extra person to sit in the lap of the person seated. More noticeable than that was the straps, buckles and chains that were attached in various places all over, designed to keep whoever was in the chair from moving. Spike walked up to the chair and flicked one of the straps as if he were examining it. “Wow. This chair is intense.”

“Mmm hmm,” Rarity said as she stepped into the room behind Spike, closing the white door behind her. “It’s for you to sit in.”

“What?” Spike said, a little surprised. He knew they had come her for something kinky, but he didn't know what, so the details took him off guard. “What is this room for?” Spike asked again.

“It’s like a hotel room you can rent out,” Rarity said as she ran her fingers across Spike’s shoulders and stepped in front of him. “Except, it’s not for sleeping in,” she added with a giggle.

“How did you find this place?” Spike asked. He knew Rarity was turned on and was about to do something incredibly sexy, and he was excited for it to happen. However, a natural nervousness about being tied up made him hesitate before getting in the chair.

“It’s not hard to find things like this,” Rarity purred, “if you know where to look. Now, do you want to ask questions, or do you want to know what I’m all dressed up for?” With that, Rarity undid the belt on her overcoat and, with a smooth motion of her shoulder, let it fall to the floor. She was wearing black thigh high boots and black leather gloves that were slick, shiny, and conformed to the contours of her body so perfectly that they looked painted on. There was only one detail that stood out on the perfectly smooth black surface of her gloves which was her wedding ring, which she had placed on the outside of the glove. Contrasted against the black background, it stood out and sparkled for extra attention.

Other than that, the only thing she had on were a pair of skimpy black thong panties. She wore nothing over her massive breasts, as they didn’t need any kind of help in being a perfect presentation. They were huge and round, but somehow stood out as if to defy gravity. She stood coyly for Spike to look at her, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He had never seen her look so made up for the purpose of sex. Right down to her make up, she looked incredible, like something out of a movie.

Spike immediately jumped into the chair, anxious to experience what she had in store for him. He was going to ask other questions, like whether or not the video cameras were on, but the only thing that mattered now was Rarity.

“Stop Darling,” Rarity said. “You can’t be in the chair with all those clothes on.” As she spoke, she bent forward, giving Spike ample view of her deep cleavage, and she casually and gently ran a finger up and down on his jeans, just above his rapidly hardening penis. Spike undressed so fast, he practically ripped his clothes off.

All the while, Rarity started to work with the straps along the chair, humming lovingly.