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I suppose the best way to describe Paul is to say
he's fair but firm. Most of the time our sex life is pretty tame. We
experiment a lot with lovemaking in various places and various ways, and
we both love it. But sometimes I'm just feeling bitchy or frisky and I try
to make demands. When I get into these moods, my lover has to take control
and put me in my place. Of course, I know where these demands lead me
right into tight ropes and pain!
It had been a wonderful day at the office. I'd finally finished a project
I'd been working on for the last month or so, and for the first time I
felt like I could really conquer the world. Normally Paul and I spend our
nights together doing lots of home improvement on the place we'd just
bought. But this was Wednesday, the day of Paul's "night out with the
boys" card game. Nothing so exciting as poker or anything, but these guys
could sure get worked up over a game of Bridge!
Seeing that I was going to leave work early, I telephoned Paul at his
office and promised I'd make dinner so he wouldn't have to grab a quickie
at the local McDeath's. On the way home, a really wicked thought occurred
to me. I was feeling really good and I wanted to celebrate finishing my
project. I figured to hell with his bridge game, tonight we would do
things my way. With the benefit of hindsight it was a great idea, but next
time I'll ask what he feels like doing before I go changing any plans!
When I got home I forgot about making dinner and instead called our
favorite local restaurant to make a reservation. I was just drying off
from a shower when I heard the garage door close after Paul's car pulled
in. Quickly throwing on a nightgown and slippers, I bounced downstairs
hoping for the beginning of a fantastic night. Wrong! It seemed today was
as bad for him as it was good for me. When I got a perfunctory kiss at the
door, I realized my plans for the night didn't match what Paul had in
mind.
He was a little early and asked if we could just unwind a bit and chat
while we ate. Tonight was a Bridge tournament and he wanted to be sure to
get there on time. I guess I was being pretty bitchy when I told him there
was no dinner ready and I wanted to go out tonight! He immediately caught
my mood and decided tonight wasn't the night to play around with my whims.
Grabbing me by the wrist he yanked off my nightgown and pulled me into the
garage. I'd been there before. We'd sunk some heavy duty eyebolts into the
four corners and center of the garage door. I'd already had some wonderful
whippings while tied spread-eagled to the four bolts. This time however,
Paul wasn't fooling around for fun. He was pissed and wanted to let me
know it.
Grabbing some rope from the top shelf he spread my arms and tied my right
arm to the top left bolt. He was using many more turns of rope than he
normally did but I didn't find out why until later. After my right arm was
secure he proceeded to do the same with my left, fastening it to the other
side of the door. I was stretched pretty tightly and complained about
it... well whined about it is probably more appropriate. Paul had heard
enough and told me that he wanted silence until told otherwise. I closed
my mouth pretty quickly because Paul has come up with some awful
punishments and I didn't want to provoke him into making things worse that
they already were.
Meanwhile, Paul was working on my legs, one to each side, and again used
lots of rope. But this time he didn't stop with the ankles. He wound the
ropes up around each leg to my knees and tied the two ends together. My
legs were held very tightly and I struggled but couldn't pull very far
away from the door. Paul told me that I had one punishment coming already
and that if I didn't stand still I'd get another. Standing there spread
out, unable to move with my chest sticking out demanding attention, I
figured that now wasn't the time for bravado.
Paul went off into the house, closing the door behind him. I couldn't see
what he was doing, but judging from the sounds from the house, I guessed
he was whipping up some dinner for himself. After awhile I began to
realize my situation. I was tied tightly, arms spread as far as I could
stretch, my legs and knees were pinioned tightly to the door and to top it
all off, I hadn't eaten anything all day. The only consolation was that
I'd found a way to get Paul to stay home for the evening!
Paul came back after a few minutes with a sandwich and looked at me from
the door. Walking over he started rubbing my breasts with his free hand.
my nipples enlarged under his hand and I strained my body towards him in
the hope that he'd stop eating the sandwich and starting eating something
else. His hand moved down my body and found it's way into the folds of my
pussy. I was already so excited that just the light touch of his hand was
almost enough to send me over the brink, but Paul knew my body completely
and always stopped before I'd reached a climax. I squirmed towards him as
far as I could, but he wasn't in the mood to cooperate.
Finished with his sandwich, he continued a job I thought was already done.
He took some thick leather straps we bought for our bondage play and
fastened one to the bolt behind my back. The other went over the tops of
my breasts under my armpits, forcing my tits to bulge a little under the
strap. Paul tightened the straps and when he was done I couldn't pull my
chest or hips away from the door at all. I was readying myself for the
whipping I was sure was going to follow when Paul went back into the house
again and returned a moment later with his coat.
He reached down and took the slippers from my feet saying "Good night
honey, I'll see you when I get back from Bridge." "What!" I said, "You're
actually going! What are you gonna do, just leave me here?" He just looked
at me and then I realized he was only joking. After all, the car was here
inside the garage with me! "Sorry love, I can't miss the game, and in case
you didn't realize it, you just broke silence".
Ignoring my protestations he told me that I wouldn't have to worry about
speaking out of turn again and proceeded to gag me with a black leather
pad gag we bought. As he strapped the leather band tightly onto my head
and tied it to one of the hinges, he casually mentioned that he had
figured out a way to take the car from the garage despite my bound body. I
looked up in fear as he walked to the door and looked at me with an odd
smile on his face.
Well, nobody ever accused Paul of being dumb! He first turned off the
garage light, and then to my horror, he flipped the switch on the
automatic garage door opener! For a moment my bonds loosened as the door
made the ninety degree turn at the ceiling but they were immediately
tighter than before and I found myself hanging from the door, face down
into the room! Paul had planned it perfectly, my head, arms and neck were
all supported by the many turns of rope he had tied tightly around my
limbs, while the bulk of my weight was supported by the heavy leather
straps around my middle and and chest.
He was pleased with the view! Walking under me he fingered me a little
more, and then gave each of my hanging tits a good hard smack. I was
hurting a little, but with the gag held deep in my mouth by the strap and
the weight of my head I couldn't utter a word. Paul explained to me that
the gag was merely because I had broken silence, my real punishment was
still to come! He pointed out how unnecessary the slippers were in my
current predicament and gave each of my bare soles a slap to drive home
the point.
Climbing onto the hood of the care, he proceeded to give my left nipple a
good licking. It quickly became erect with to the combination of his
talented tongue and hands. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out
something and held it up to my eyes. I quickly recognized one of the clips
which we use with a weight to hold down tablecloths when picnicing
outdoors. He had removed the weight and replaced it with a long string. He
showed me that the end of the string was fastened to one of those five
ounce lead weights used by fishermen to weight down their lines.
What could I do! I was helpless as he caressed my left breast and clipped
the plastic devil into my helpless nip. The little moans and squirming
brought on by the sudden pain failed to extract any sympathy from Paul as
he performed the same operation on my right nipple. I was already having a
hard time dealing with the pain when I realized that he hadn't let the
weights down yet!
He gently placed the weights onto the front hood of the car and after
tugging on the strings a little to test that the clips were firmly planted
he gave me a kiss goodbye. Climbing into the car he called out that he
hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when he pulled out and the weights fell to
the floor. He said that he'd be back in a few hours and that he'd be sure
to back out quickly so that the weights would swing like a pendulum for
awhile. "Thanks" I thought to myself, "What a guy!". As promised, he
started the engine, hit reverse and was gone.
I could barely stand the burning in my breasts when the weights reached
the end of the strings and yanked at my already pained tits. As promised,
the weights swung back and forth close to the floor of the garage. The
pain was incredible and as the weights swung I could see my distended
nipples swaying underneath my body. It's a terrible thing to have to
watch, feel, and be unable to control. My only hope was that they would
stop swinging soon and that the pain would settle down to a sharp ache
instead of the agony I now felt.
Other than coping with the pain, I didn't really have much to worry about,
Paul had thought carefully about this one! The weather was warm enough so
I wasn't going to freeze, and our house is in the country with the garage
facing a hill so I didn't have to worry about casual passerbys. He had
turned off the garage light so I wasn't going to be moth'ed to death, and
the swinging weights had left me something to think about. Pretty
considerate all in all. There where a few things I was thinking about
however. It was still early in the evening and the neighbors children were
playing in the neighborhood. I could hear them running around and could
only hope they wouldn't come through our backyard and wonder why the
garage door was open.
Between the fear of being discovered, the pain from my aching breasts, and
the strain of hanging from my limbs and middle, I was having a hard time
at the beginning. But, as the night wore onwards and the local kids went
home, I began to look forward to my tormentor's return. He's always nice
to me after a severe punishment and I began to get excited as the minutes
crawled by. As near as I could guess several hours had gone by and I was
wet with the anticipation of the good, hard fucking I would get when Paul
came home.
There was one thing Paul hadn't anticipated and I let out an involuntary
moan of horror when I saw him come into the garage. It was Balzac, the
neighbors friendly, playful kitten! I jumped a bit from the surprise of
seeing something come into the garage, and the kitten's attention was
immediately drawn to the weights hanging down in the center of the room.
Praying that I could scare him away, I began to make as much noise and
squirm around as much as I could. Not only did this fail to scare the
creature, but he immediately ran to the swinging weights and reached out a
tentative paw.
Well, kittens will be playful and in front of my terrified eyes Balzac
took his paw and batted one of the weight as hard as he could! The pain
was awful and after hours of a dull pain, the sharp feeling it evoked only
served to remind me of how utterly helpless I really was. This small
playful kitten had the power to cause me enormous amounts of pain and
there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. As the weights went
swinging back and forth Balzac continued playing with more and more
excitement. The ultimate hurt came when one of the strings caught in his
claws and his entire weight came down on my right nipple. The plastic
clamp was no match for this kind of strain and it pulled off my tit,
pinching the nipple. I screamed as loud as I could but the gag was tight
and nothing but a low moan came out. The tears were streaming from my eyes
as I saw Balzac run out of the garage to be replaced by the twin
headlights of Paul's car.
Paul had seen Balzac run from the building and was laughing as he drove
under me, into the garage. He jumped from the car carrying the door remote
control in his hand and without saying a word climbed up and rubbed the
tortured breast. He carefully removed the other nipple clamp and I winced
at the sudden pain. He asked me if I was ready to come down yet and when I
almost banged my head nodding yes, he hit the remote control button and
down I came. After my tits had recovered a bit due to Paul's kind
ministrations, I was ready for a little post-punishment carnality.
Still helpless against the door, I watched as Paul peeled out of his
clothes and came towards me. No casual fingering as he had done before!
Now Paul used both hands and his tongue as he raised my already excited
body to the fever pitch. With the gag still deep in my mouth, I
communicated my needs by thrusting my hips towards him as far as my bonds
would allow. This time he didn't deny me and with one thrust he sheathed
his cock deep inside me and started fucking hard. I had orgasmed once and
was well on my way to the next climax when all of a sudden Paul simply
stopped thrusting.
Tied as I was there wasn't much in the way of humping I was able to do, I
moaned my desperation out loud in the hope that my lover would take mercy
on me. Paul reached back and took the garage door remote from the hood of
the car and hit the button. I began to move upwards, still bound tightly
to the door. I whimpered as I wondered what further tortures he had in
mind, when he hit the button again and the door started back down. He held
absolutely still as he punched the automatic control again and again and
used the door to fuck me.
It gave the kind of long, slow, deep strokes that Paul knows I love, and
after a few trips up and down I came as hard as I cam ever remember. Paul
was right there with me and afterwards as I was hanging, exhausted, he
reached behind me and undid the gag. After a few kisses and my promise to
be a bit more careful about changing his plans for him, Paul started
undoing the bonds which had held me so firmly.
Placing third in the tournament had put Paul in a great mood and he picked
me up and carried me to the bedroom where we cuddled, shared Hagen Daz for
my dinner and continued with a night of gentle lovemaking. Like I said,
for the most part our sex life is pretty "normal", I wouldn't trade these
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