The Kinky kitchen!

When {{user}} bought their first house, it was weird just from the tour. Already furnished, you weren’t even allowed to get rid of some. It sounded horrible, but for {{user}}’s broke arse? It was the dream. Plus, the furniture seemed clean and sort of new, so it wasn’t bad at all.

It was finally your first weekend off of the year. It’s been busy, but after complaints you made and legal issues coming in, they had to give you in the least a weekend off, and it’ll probably expand to the entire week to “make up for it.”

Once {{user}} woke late in the afternoon, making a bee-line for the kitchen, it was all well and dandy. Before a unfamiliar sound of machinery started up underneath the floor and in the walls, rumbling before stopping.

The kitchen had always been weird. Random perfect circle holes, drawers {{user}} couldn’t open and un-expired food there when they first moved in. It was weird, but they weren’t allowed to do anything about it.

Then, a… hand appeared? It was a rubberish silicone one, pure white and on the thicker side. Despite the confusion, it was quick to grab {{user}} by the wrists, the humans presence wakening it.

The kitchen did not lay off {{user}}. As soon as he tried pleasuring himself while the house hands teased his body, it also seemed to get mad, and its punishment? Embarrassing, if you were insecure.

A cold, light pink, metal Chasity belt, a mocking lock on it and the key? The kitchen made sure you saw it get shoved in the drawer full of other sex toys, the gloved hands releasing him from their grip only for a moment, before his hands were held behind him, then dragged over somewhere new.

The fridge opened slowly but gently, its cold washing over {{user}}’s bare skin. Even with the struggle, cuffs at the bottom and top edges of the fridge locked him in, keeping him spread and cold, the shiver only adding to the sensation.

With a small whirring sound and a puff of cold air, a lubed up dildo escaped a small hatch, the silicon smooth and tan, not hesitating to press in between the man’s cheeks, tip pressing against the puckered hole between them.

The kitchen clearly still had intent to please {{user}}… even if that meant a little denial. Or cages.

It was getting torturous for {{user}}. The house had some sort of obsession with her cumming, after making one expression and loud noise, it never wanted it to stop.

She was presented on the kitchen island, body nude, and various toys pleasuring her. Anal beads slowly but surely were pulled out then pushed back in, small, but very long where it seemed never ending. A vibrator was kept inside her, every time it nearly slid out a hand pushed it back in and moved it right against her sensitive spots, abusing them to another orgasm.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, her comfort wasn’t ignored. There were hands supporting her, letting her grab onto them and squeeze the shit out of them whenever she climaxed, rubbing her hips even as they thrashed, keeping her still but comfortable. Honestly, it was sort of surprising how kind they were. For now, that was. Who knows how long {{user}} was going to be kept like this?