It had been the longest week of Gomez Addams’ life. His dearest wife Morticia had been teasing him every day by phone. 'Something special would happen on Friday' she said. Gomez tried to find out her secret, but she remained silent. As a tomb.
Gomez had made his annual business trip, something he loathed but had to be done to deal with his numerous investments around the world. However, he did not bring Morticia with him: Gomez said he would not torture his wife with endless tales of numbers and real estate. He was not that sadistic.
Because of the trip he was unable to waltz or make love to her beloved wife that week. For a Latin lover like Gomez this was true torture, but he endured. This trip made their way of life possible, so sacrifices had to be made for the good of the family.
Gomez wasn't the only one missing from the household either. Their children, Wednesday and Pugsley, were on a Bermuda Triangle expedition with Uncle Fester and Grandmama and their butler Lurch was with the Dalai Lama in Nepal (to beef up his patience). Only the disembodied hand called 'Thing' accompanied her wife in the house, but he (Gomez was sure that it was a he) told him nothing.
The suspense was in full crescendo today, Friday the 13th, when Gomez returned, wearing his favorite pinstripe suit. His dear wife was nowhere to be found! What had happened?
It was Thing that delivered the news, in the form of an envelope, scented with Morticia’s favorite perfume: Macabre. “Look for me in the dungeon, my love!”
“The dungeon!” cried Gomez out loud. Their favorite room of the house, filled with restraining devices worthy of a museum (or perhaps a horror house). Many were the hours that the two lovers had passed, trapped in the diabolical machines they had collected over the years.
Gomez failed twice to enter the correct combination of the secret room. What he saw was not was he expected. Oh, the usual bondage devices were there: the rack, the St. Andrews’ cross, the whips and gags hanging from nails in the walls, etc. All were immaculate of course, as Morticia was always taking good care of her toys.
What captured Gomez's attention was the massive charcoal coffin in the shape of a busty woman. A bound, gagged, and chained woman, as Gomez examined the carvings at the top of the coffin. As sexy as that was, it was more important for Gomez to open the cocoon. Upon closer examination he noticed that lots of locks were built into the device (exactly 52 as Gomez would find out later). Gomez was sure that Morticia was trapped inside the ebony coffin, which made him mad and horny at the same time. If she was inside it, she made no sound. Probably because she could not, which made Gomez even hornier.
“It doesn’t work!” screamed Gomez as he used the key that opened all their lockable bondage devices. Gomez was about to look for something to pry the door open but stopped. It would not be nice to ruin Morticia’s new coffin.
While his desperation debated with his common sense, his attention was diverted by a scent designed to send lesser men to the brinks of madness. Morticia’s favorite perfume. The black envelope at the top of the table was the source. Gomez barely contained himself as he ripped the envelope to read the note inside.
'My dear Gomez, I have missed our games so much that I could not resist when my new toy arrived. You will find the key to all 82 locks in the bowl. Be mindful: you will only need the one key to open every lock. Oh, I deserve to be punished and I hope that you do so at your leisure. Take your time. I will wait, M.'
Morticia had somehow managed to trap herself inside the diabolical device. Gomez was sure that Thing had a hand in all this (but just the one).
That didn’t matter now. What was important was… the bowl. And there it was, on the floor near the coffin. A fish bowl, filled with keys instead of water. Hundreds of identical looking keys!
“Oh Tish! You could drive a man to madness! But not an Addams! I will rescue you!” he said, diving his hand into the bowl and reaching for the first key. As Gomez found out, it took a lot of keys. Oh, more than once Gomez thought of trying to rip the lid open with his bare arms... but he knew better. Morticia would be furious if he did not play his part in what was, without a doubt, her game. The game increased his lust and if he knew his wife she was increasing her passion inside the insidious cocoon. As Gomez tried and threw away failed key after key, tears of passion wet his face. Hours passed, but neither hunger nor bathroom needs stopped Gomez.
One key finally clicked when he turned it to the right. “Ah ha!” screamed Gomez as he took the key out to open another lock. Now the tears were from joy as he rapidly opened the locks as fast as he could. 52 locks received the correct key and, at last, Gomez opened the lid to reveal what was inside... which was quite surprising.
Morticia was inside, but that was to be expected. She was bound and gagged, which was also not that startling. What was surprising was that her usual black silk dress had been replaced with a black latex dress with a hobble skirt (that would make walking impossible even if she wasn’t chained) and a very generous cleavage window revealing a pair of breasts that were visibly larger than the last time Gomez had saw them.
“Morticia! How...?”
Lots of black silk filled her mouth, sealed with ten turns of electrical tape and a latex mask, making sure that Morticia could not tell that her treasured husband that her augmented breasts were due to Grandmama’s Pechuga magic potion. So, she instead winked and said “mmmm!”
Oh Tish, that’s French!” said Gomez, who was driven to lustful madness every time her lover spoke in a foreign tongue. He started to sing (as he was prone to do whenever his passion dictated it). Morticia enjoyed the moment.
Three songs later Gomez realized that he wanted to embrace her wife, but couldn’t. Morticia was tied with chains around her body and to the coffin. Chains with locks!
Then he realized that there were fewer locks in the lid of the coffin than he expected from Morticia’s note. In fact, there were 30 locks tying his wife’s body to the coffin. And he needed a key.
“Oh no... not again!” said a crying Gomez as he started looking upon the floor for the key that he had discarded without thinking. If she could, Morticia would be smiling. But she was well gagged, so she didn’t. She could only burn with lust, thinking of all the bondage punishments that her husband would give to her after this ordeal. It would be worth it!
Tags: m/f, chains, gag mask, latex, dungeon, breast expansion, self bondage, TV, movies
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Story by Queospera |
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Artwork by Altercomics-Melek |
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