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I had been waiting for months for an opportunity to try my new contraption out.

Let me back up a little. I am what you would consider a bondage addict. I have always thought of it as being taboo thoughts so I am about as much a closet bondage addict as one can get.

For years I would buy adult magazines and have to go to really sleaze places to find what I wanted, then I was so embarrassed having them I would hid them in cracks and crevices I’d find around my living quarters so no one would ever know. My mom and dad never knew, my roommates in college never knew then later in life my wife never knew.

I had gotten so use to thinking it was so taboo and dirty that once I started dating my wife I could never figure out how to bring it to the surface to let her know my interest and share that part of me with her. There were many times I tried bring it up in conversation but she would instantly show her distaste in such behavior and over the years I just buried that part of me into the deepest, darkest place I could hide it in our lives.

So I had two lives going. The one I call normal, which is father to my kids, loving husband to my wife, and a very vanilla sex life. And then the other, a fantasy life of a self indulged bondage whore I had become.

The bondage whore would stay up late at night, sometimes to dawn, surfing the internet for bondage pictures and erotic bondage stories just to get his rocks off. He would go out of his way to find discussing, sleazy, adult sex-shops that would sell or rent bondage movies to fuel his addiction, then stroking his rod raw to the wee hours of morning while everyone was asleep until he could not climax anymore.

The fascination started innocent enough with light playful bondage scenes, and then continued to get more intense. It all started when I was a youth about 13 years of age. I always seemed to have a sexual drive that just seemed to consume my attention. I did not realize what the attraction was or interest but I would have vivid fantasies of sexual encounters with girls where they seemed to always control the situation.

As a young adult of about 18 I discovered magazines starting with the typical Playboy then moving to more hardcore behind the counter magazines. One day I found a small news stand that sold erotic material where some of the magazines had themes. I found them even more entertaining than the well known magazines, but at a cost – three times the price. I started with the playful guy and girl wrestle scenes, then as I grew older the interest changed to female dominating female action, and then one day I found female dominating male magazine and I about creamed my jeans. When I found that FemDom action, it gripped me by the balls and took over my sexual core. That was the day that began my spiral into becoming a bondage whore as I call it.

Over the years, I have found continuing ways to feed this obsession in my secrete life without letting it out of the closet and keeping, at least what I feel, a balance between what fuels me sexually with what my wife wants from me sexually while remaining committed to her without seeking a mistress or other play relationships outside of the marriage.

Over the years I have found creative ways to continually push my envelop a little further and further. One of these is I place myself into my own bondage situations, but it is more than just simple self bondage. My mind fills in all the missing pieces and I play out the bondage scenes in real life with self bondage to my own sexual satisfaction, privately, with myself, and sometimes with a few close calls at getting caught.

Moving back to present day and into the story.

I had been waiting for months to for an opportunity to try my new contraption out.

A weekend had finally come where the kids, who have been pestering Grandma, most of the summer, finally got a chance to spend the weekend with her. I got ready to drive the kids over to grandma’s house which is about 35 miles away when my wife said that she could take them and visit her mom for a while and that would free me up to finish a few things around the house that I had wanted to do before winter rolls in.

When I heard this, the darker side’s gears began to whirl in my head and I could hear that closet door where everything hides begin to creak open. I immediately started to in-vision a possible plan of trying out a bondage idea that I had been toying with in my head for a long while but could never try since I would need time to build the contraption and be alone for a while. A few times I thought about building the device and trying it out one night but I was afraid it might be to loud and wakeup someone in the house.

I quickly agreed with my wife that it sounded like a good plan and sent them all on their way.

I had seen a few movies in the past where a Mistress would whip a slave’s cock and balls and found it exciting only to be disappointed in a few realizations. One was the scene would never lasted very long before it move onto something else I considered less entertaining. Another was that the slaves never seems to get hard or aroused, which I assumed would be arousing. And last, in all the movies I have ever watched a slave is never forced to cum without wanting too.

I would always end up in the end being disappointed that the slave never get his cock and balls whipped by a mistress until she whips the cum right out of him. Now for me, in my crazy bondage whore’s mind that would be exciting, entertaining, and humiliating as I think it such a scene should be.

Every now and then these thoughts keep pressing at me from the dark regions of my mind, during business dealings at work, during everyday life, and even sometimes while making out with the wife.

Over time, a whipping machine idea developed as a means of how I might be able to play out my own scene privately during one of my solo play sessions. Over the time I have constructed in my mind how the device should be built with some of the stuff laying around the garage and house.

So when the opportunity came, all the thoughts rushed back into my head and I rushed out into the garage to begin my work. I found the old weight bench and its the posts to hold the weight bar up over your head. Then I found a few scraps of 2×4’s and screwed them together to make a “T”, then found the duct tape, a metal rod, the variable speed drill, and a couple of “C” clamps and hauled it all into the house and down to the basement.

It took less than half an hour to build the basics of the whipping machine contraption. I mounted the drill on its side on top the of “T” frame of 2×4’s and secured it from going any where with duck tape. Then I mounted a whip I had secretly picked up from an adult book / sexual novelty store to the steel rod with more duct tape. I bent the rod at the other end and secured it in the jaws of the drill. I turned the drill on the whip made a circular path in about a 6′ foot diameter with the whip swishing through the air. I was shaking with excitement when I realized that this might just work.

I turned the drill off and mounted the entire contraption of drill and 2×4’s to the side of the weight bench with the “T” frame against one of the posts for the bar bell. I moved it around until I thought the whip would impact the bench right about where I would have to lay. I secured the entire thing with clamps and powered the drill on again and the crack of the whip on the bench startled me and excited me at the same time.

Last I had to rig up a string in such a way that when I pulled on the string it would pull the trigger in on the drill and make it rotate. The farther I pulled the string the more it pulled the trigger of the drill and the faster the drill would go. If I let the string out the drill would slow down. This I figured would allow me to speed up and slow down the drill to whatever speed I wanted. Every thing seamed to work as expected so I weaved the string through the frame and made sure it was accessible under the weight bench. I figured once I am laying on the bench on my back the only place there will be for my hands is under the bench.

I was shaking with so much excitement I felt like a hairless Chihuahua on a cold morning floor.

Everything was now in place in the basement and ready to go. The basement only added to the atmosphere of domination. It has unfinished and unpainted concrete walls and floor. It’s only source of light is a few bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling with a pull chain to turn them on. The basement has a damp feel all the time and is always on the cool side. Who knows maybe that is the reason for shivers instead of the excitement, or it is both.

As the realization sinks in that the machine looks like it could work I am now begin to get a bit nervous about using it.

How should I lay on it? What should my fantasy be? Are the doors locked… are the doors locked? I better go check them.

I run up stairs and check to make sure the attached garage door is down, check. Then I quickly check the front and back doors to the house, check, and check both are locked.

Feeling a bit safer and more secure I quickly head up stairs and dig around in my dresser drawer for a boot string I have hidden in there. The kind of lace you find on hiking boots that is round not flat and approximately four feet long. I grab the boot lace and slid the drawer closed.

Think, think, think, anything else I need. Panning the room I see a bath towel and think I might want that to clean up, as I reach for the towel I spot the video camera case on the chest of drawers.

My mind wanders again for a few minutes thinking wouldn’t it be hot if this works to have my own video tape of such an event. Then I would not have to continue to waste my money on disappointing porn when I could watch a video of exactly what I was complaining there is a lack of in my adult entertainment collection. But what are the risks if I did video tape it? Someone could possible find the tape and that would be really embarrassing. The wife finds the tape that could be fatal. But what if I am really careful and make sure that before I am all done today I hid the tape where no one will ever find it? That might work. But I better make damn sure I remove the tape from the camera or my ass is history in this house.

So I grab the video camera and tripod and a new blank tape. I remove the tape in the camera and place it on the floor where the bag is so I will remember to put it back in the camera when I am done.

After making one more stop for another bondage item I had purchased a while back and hid in a very secure place I head back to the basement and the waiting whipping machine.

It didn’t take too long to get all my stuff collected and back to the basement.

I set up the camera and tripod. Not taking any chances that the battery is not fully charged, I mount the power pack on the camera and plug it into the extension cord I am using for the drill as well.

Fumbling with excitement I finally get that dame shrink wrap cellophane off the video tape case and get the video tape into the camera. Not knowing how long this is going to take maybe a few seconds as excited as I am now to an hour or so I set the camera up to use the extended time over quality.

Quickly aiming the camera at the bench and figuring out where I will be and where the whip will be hitting me I do a little zoom and focus and place the camera unit on stand-by. Grabbing the remote out of the camera case I place it on the bench as a reminder not to forget to switch the camera to record before any action happens.

Looking around, everything looks to be in place. Oh, except I need some rope to make this seem a bit more real for me.

I quickly run back out to the garage and grab some heavy cotton rope we use for the boat and return.

Now I am set. Still nervous and shaking feverishly I began to peel off my cloths. I fold them and lay them neatly out of the way so they are not on the cameras viewing area. I have no idea why I folded them and all that, its not like anyone is here other than me. I guess I thought it might make the video look a bit more real when looking at it again sometime if the clothes were not in the picture.

Only thing left on me were my Jockey bikini briefs that I was wearing. Taking one deep and final breath I peel them off as well and place them on the pile of cloths.

Nothing more foolish feeling than standing totally naked in a chilly basement with a very cold and harsh looking contraption sitting in front of you and a video camera behind you and your cock and balls hanging out. As I stood there the anxiety was building from all the sneaking around and secretly trying to fulfill a taboo fantasy. The coolness of the basement was also making my ball sack tighten.

Giving myself a little mental push, I pick up the rope from the garage, the boot lace from the bedroom and the leather wrist cuffs that I had hidden for years and never used and walked over to the bench.

Sliding the remote down the bench toward the bar bell support posts I lift a leg and strattle the bench sitting backwards to how I normally would sit so I am facing the bar bell up-right posts.

I then slid forward, as close as I could get to the up-right post. As I do this it forces my legs out wide with my knees bent and feet on the floor. I did not expect of get a sensation from this. I did not think about how my legs would be forced out as I got into position but it was a nice added bonus. So I played it to the max. I force myself to scoot as far forward as I could pulling with my arms on the post as I slid think if a real mistress was here she would be pushing me, forcing me into an uncomfortable spread position.

I could feel my tendons in my groin really pulling as if I was doing gymnastic splits. Figuring this was all I was going to get out of myself I hugged the posts with my arms and elbows, and grabbed the rope from the boat and quickly secure my legs in their wide open bent position to the sides of frame work of the bench. With the amount of rope I had and the years of sailing it didn’t take long to bind my legs so that they were completely immobile.

With my legs secured I let go of the post and realized that I could not remain sitting. With my legs so wide spread it did nothing to help support my back and I could not seat up right without hanging onto the posts. After realizing this I relaxed and allowed my body to roll back to a laying position on the seat and took a minute to catch my breath. Then struggling I fought my way forward again until I could grab one of the post and pulled myself upright into a sitting position again.

Then grabbing the whip on the steel rod I ran it through its arc once to make sure it was going to hit me right wear it counts and it did. I started to swish it back and forth a few more times to get the sensation and the feeling quickly shot to my balls and my cock started to grow. I couldn’t contain myself any longer and with a free hand I stroke my cock a few times to make it felt really good.

Once I was good and erect I grabbed the boot lace and took the two ends and placed them together to make a big loop and placed the loop under and behind my balls. Then I took the two ends and wound them in counter directions around my engorged cock and balls until it made a tight band of lace circling around my package making a cock & ball ring out of the lace. This would allow the blood to flow in easier than it could flow out keeping me erect longer. I figured I might need this help while finishing the set up plus if the whip didn’t feel as simulating as I thought it might help maintain an erection longer for the video.

Feeling a sexual high at this point I let go of the post and fell back on the bench and got comfortable. Again I took in some deep breaths and paused for a few minutes to steady my nerves. Trying to look forward I found with out pulling myself up the best I could do is craning my head forward with my chin to my chest. While doing this I double check the drill and set up and found that it was tough to keep my head like this for long and after a few seconds my head dropped back.

While resting I turned my head to my right and saw my clothes neatly stacked on the floor by the tripod and video camera. Looking to my left I saw the cold concrete wall reminding me that I was in my basement dungeon now. Looking up there was a single bare bulb glaring down at me adding to the dungeon feel of it all. Trying to look down under the bench there was the string to the drill control on the floor going under the bench and my cuffs and the towel I brought down earlier.

I reached out for the towel and rolled it up into a tight roll and placed behind my head so now I only had to lift my head half way to see where the place where all the action will take place.

I reached for the leather cuffs and put them on making sure they wear buckled on my wrist so I could get to the locking clip between them to unlock them when needed. Then again with a struggle I pulled my self upright and reached for the remote that was still between my legs and took aim at the video camera and soon after the click on the remote there was a little “beep” at the camera and the record light came on.

Falling back one more time from the upright position I put my hands under the bench feeling around until I finally found the string to the drill.

Buy now my cock had softened and was hanging downward between my legs not totally shriveled up but puffy, limp, and relaxed. I tried to crane my neck to see what was going to happen next as I began to pull lightly on the string.

I heard the drill begin a light whining sound but there was no movement. So I continued to pull a little harder on the string which in turn pulled the trigger on the drill in more and the drill’s whining sound got louder and louder as I pull even more on the string. Then the steel rod began to flex and bow with the weight of and whip and raise the whip into the air as the drill hummed. The whip made an arc on the back side of the bench, out and away from me and the bench, as it rose into the air. Then eventually the whip swung over the top and with gravity now in its favor it came quickly down with loud “whap” right on my pubic bone and the top side of my cock where it meets it.

Even though I was watching the whips movement with my head craned so my chin was pressed against my chest I was still shocked and startled when the whip actually contacted my flesh for the first time.

“Yes!” It works.

With the trial run completed, I checked to make sure the camera was still recording and that everything was cleared off the bench.

Resting my head back on the towel, my neck was getting sore trying to hold my head in that position, I put both arms under the bench. I fumbled around with my left hand while my right hand was still holding on to the string and used my left hand to guide the locking clasp of the wrist cuff to the “D” ring of the other wrist cuff. “CLICK” The clasp was locked in place.

Now the reality of the situation was starting to sink in. With the clasp locked I was unable to remove my arms from under the bench without some effort of having to find the clasp again with my fingers and manipulating it without looking to unhook the clasp from the “D” ring again.

I knew I was not really a prisoner to my machine since I had a way out but I wanted it to feel as realistic as it could be and still be safe.

With that, I tried to relax and let my fantasy run in my head in parallel with the reality of the working machine. I began again to slowly pull on the string, craning my neck once again not to miss any of the action I patiently watched the steel rod begin to flex and bow with the weight of and whip on its end rise the whip in the air like on some huge spring. The whip once again began its journey up the back side of the machine moving in an arc and then over the top it went and knowing now that gravity has now taken control and there was no way to stop its decent the whip came swishing down for the second time with another “whack,” again right in the same spot. Even knowing what to expect this time my body jumped as I felt for the second time the shock of the whip’s blow and the slight sting right afterwards at the base of my cock.

This time I continued to hold the string where it was and the drill did not stop and soon the whip was over the top and “swish…whack” the whip got me again and started its journey up into the air again. By the third hit the whip was having the effect I was expecting and I could feel my cock responding to the simulation the whip was bringing.

The blood was quickly engorging my cock; it started to swell and raise with a slight curl to its form. The whip continued its rhythmic beating on my pubic bone and base of my cock.

Every impact of the whip was a reminder that I was naked and bound to the bench.

As my cock continued to engorge, the head started to drag against the inside of my leg causing new sensations. With its stiffening and the friction of the head pressing against my leg I found my cock getting trapped. The stiffer my cock was getting the more it pressed into my leg muscles and without leverage it was not able to push itself past. My cock was getting hard as a rock by being trapped there trying to press on.

The whips continued to play it rhythmic beat on my body but now with my cock swollen and trapped it became the new target for the whips attacks. My cock was trapped at an angle and the whip was pounding at the side of my cock make my member jump and bounce with every impact, as if the whip knew of the problem and was determined to beat my cock loose from its confinement.

After ten rounds of the whip my cock it broke free of its barrier and continued to swell and grow again, not without reminding with its pain that the whip had been the one that freed it. As it grew with each pulse of my heart it slowly jerked its way across my naked hip moving making some minimal gains only to be beaten back a majority of its distance with the impact of the whip. This only added fuel to the erotic sensations I was feeling with my cock.

It seemed that both my cock and the whip had minds of their own and where battling out who would be the eventual winner of this grudge match they seemed to have picked with each other. Eventually my cock was getting painfully hard and stiff enough to fight back against the whip.

The whip came crashing down; my cock was so stiff that it no longer passively yields to the whip. It stood its ground, with the whip now gripping and grabbing my shaft and ripping it downward only to eventually lose its hold and letting go which my cock would proudly leap back in triumph, like a giant fleshy spring, back to where it was before the whip took hold.

It was not long before my cock was at full mast jutting out from my body at a ridiculous angle pointing at my forehead.

Rhythmically the whip continued to pound on my cock. Now with my cock fully engorged the whip was beating on all areas of my cock. Crashing down on the head first and then urethra vein, flatting the whole shaft against my stomach, wrapping its ends around the head of my cock, grabbing at it and pulling it upright against its resistance, pulling the shaft vertical and beyond until again it could not maintain its grip any longer, then suddenly letting loose my cock allowing its natural resistance to act as a wound-up spring slamming my cock head and member back into my abs with a hard, loud, fleshy Smack! My cock would bounce off my abs and return to it natural place of rest only to be assaulted again.

The consistent hammering of the whipping machine was having a huge affect on me. I couldn’t believe how quickly it got me so worked up but at the same time it seemed to be hanging me in limbo.

Every time the whip came crashing down it felt like a jolt to my sexually aroused body snapping me instantly into the feelings of an pending orgasm only to end to soon before I was pushed over the edge to climax. The whip was teasing me and teasing me, holding me just a little in front of my threshold but not allowing me to go over.

It was driving me insane with lust and desperation for release.

So I pull harder on the string going to the drill and I hear the motor kick into hyper-drive. The blows of the whip where coming in rapped succession now, much harder and much faster.

I thought for sure within a few hits I’ll surely loose it, pop my cork, and get off. The pain of the blows had to be at least triple fold now and that seemed to only off set the additional simulation I was receiving.

My cock and the whipping rod where bouncing around everywhere. As soon as the whip let go and my cock would spring back with a loud smack the whip hit it again. Everything was bouncing around so much sometimes the whip would hit the side of my cock and rip it to the side like a windmill. Other times it would miss and hit my hip or abs.

I was getting so frustrated, I had figured probably a half hour had gone by already and I was already feverishly over simulated but at the same time not stimulated enough. It seemed without being able to touch myself I was not able to push past my edge and trigger an orgasm. It was almost as if the edge kept moving just out of reach and I had to do more to get back to it.

I was desperately moving my hips to adjust for the near misses the whip was having with my cock. I felt if I just could get it to hit just once more in the right spot that will trigger my orgasm. I was one frustrated horny dick at that point.

Just then I heard, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!”

My heart jumped into my throat. I quickly shot a look to my right and there standing next to the video camera and tripod is my wife in her coat still looking at the little 2″ screen of the video camera and at me with the worst pissed off expression I have ever seen.

In all our married years my wife has never used the word FUCK. But that is what I was, I was fucked to say the least.

I have had some close calls in the past, almost getting busted by her jacking off to a porno movie or looking at something on the internet, I have had to do some fast back pedaling a few times, but never have I ever been clearly caught in the act.

How in the hell was I going to get out of this one?

My eyes were crossing with the frustrated simulation that the whip continued to dish out as her eyes bored down on me in my stupid predicament.

All the blood rushed out of my head I think as I dropped the string to the drill trigger and instantly the drill ceased.

Or at least for a split second it seemed that way, only until the whip popped me once more which jarred me out of my “deer in the headlight haze” to realize that when releasing the string the drill did not stop, it just slowed down.

Panic struck me and I quickly tried to feel for the control string and at the same time look around under the bench. Looking under the bench was almost impossible in the position I was in and grasping around blindly with my hands lead to nothing. I could not find the string and the drill continued it rhythmic whipping and my cock its rhythmic flipping and flopping.

Finally I was able see with the corner of my eye part of the string in the frame work of the bench. It appears the string got caught in the frame work, pinched between two pieces of metal and was holding the drill at about one forth the speed.

Realizing I was not going to get to the string to stop the drill I dropped my head back only to jump again when the whip landed one square on the head of my cock. Again waking me to the situation that I was still laying there and panic resumed and I struggle with my wrist cuffs trying to unlock the locking clip.

I was sweating profusely, embarrassed as hell, and desperately trying to get out of the situation like that was going to change everything. The more I struggled with the cuffs the less it seemed I was able to do. For some reason I was not able to contort my hand the way I did earlier and get to the locking clip between the wrist cuffs and the machine was still holding me at the edge making my body involuntarily jump every time the whip cracked on my skin and cock.

What seemed like minutes probably was only 10 seconds or so of time that pasted since my wife’s announcement of her presents. I finally gave up realizing I was not going to escape or bluff my way out of this one.

So there I was… Held fast in full view of my wife, on the edge of orgasm, struggling helplessly, naked, with a homemade contraption whipping my obscenely engorged cock over and over and over, I was ready to die! And the look on her face indicated that she my just help me do it.

What does one say in a situation like this? “I… I… I…”

“Shut the fuck up! What in the hell is the matter with you?”

“Dora, Honey… it is not what you think?”

“Shut up! What the hell do you know what I am thinking? You’re a sick… discussing… pervert! What the fuck is this?”

Dora looks around the room at the equipment, the camera, the humming drill then back at me.

“Is this what you feel you have to do to get your rocks off? What a fucking asshole I married. Why in the 20 years of marriage have I never figured this one out before?”

“Explain!”

What could I say? I had no words that would describe this mess. I never really ever gave it a thought about her knowing or finding out. Over the years curiosity just grew to this point and with the whip continuing its torment I wasn’t truly able to keep my thoughts straight while the whip held me on the edge of a denied orgasm.

I tried to explain to her with my short rapped breaths, that it was curiosity, but it all fell on deft ears. I could see her mind was distant, trying to figure out what to do with it all.

Finally she seemed to wake from her shock. Dora put down her purse and car keys and walked over to the humming drill and followed the cord down to where it was plug in.

Crouching she bent down and picked up the plug for the drill and looking at me she said, “Curiosity?” as she unplugged the drill and it came to a stop.

Swiveling on her toes still in her crouched position she picks up the duct tape to move it out of her way. As she began to place it down I could see she seemed to have some new thought in her mind. Holding the roll of tape she stood up and took a few steps towards me.

Towering over my hogtied body she looks me in the face for a moment then looks down my body slowly to my beaten red cock that was still pulsing and hammering with over excitement, jerking and leaping with every heart beat. For a moment her expression seemed to relax, then just as fast it changed back to the disappointed pissed-off look.

“Looks to me like you were enjoying your little game with your new toy, I must have caught you just before you were able to finish by the looks of things as she reaches down and gives my engorged cock a hard tug only to release it and let it slap back painfully against my abs just as if she owned it or something.

“Your pecker there seems to be a bit distraught.” She smiles as if she figured out a new found secret.

I took in a quick breath when she touched my cock. It was so sensitive that her hand seemed to burn my flesh with her short touch and quick jerk that just about threw me over my edge. Somehow I think that is just the effect she wanted.

Looking at my bound hands under the bench she said, “You’ve really got your self into a bind here? I guess you’re going to need some help.”

As Dora crouched down to get a closer look at my cuffed hands under the bench she asked “where in the hell did you get these, on second thought never mind I don’t want to know what disgusting places you have been too or how much of our money you have blown on this crap.”

Dora reaches under the bench and pulls my hands roughly towards her so she can get to the locking clip on the cuffs.

Rotating my wrist a little while looking at how the clip is connected to the cuffs she says, “Looks to me like you could have unlock these yourself, way didn’t you?”

I started to answer her and she just glared at me. It was then I realized I had better just keep my mouth shut and let her vent her comments and rhetorical questions.

I felt her jerk my wrist painfully out toward her. As I was waiting for her to release the clip I heard her pull off a piece of duct tape.

After a few seconds she let my wrist go and they fell back under the bench. When I went to bring them up I found that they were still attached. What the heck. I felt around with my hands and found that she had wrapped the duct tape around the locking clip so I was not able to even feel the clip let alone unlock it.

With panic I look up at her and she has a smirk on her lips and is slowly taking off her jacket she was still wearing.

She looks at me and says, “Well it seems to me you were enjoying your little jerk off session when I walked in on you and I figure if this is how you want to get your rocks off then who am I to say you cannot do this. Looking at your cuffs there it looked like you might have been able to undo the clasp on the cuffs so I helped you out so they wouldn’t come undone.”

The whole time she is talking she is folding her coat up and neatly laying her coat with my clothes that are already folded on the floor.

Her persona seemed to be changing to something I have never seen before. I was starting to get a bit nervous and down right scared.

What was she thinking? How pissed is she? Is she really as mad as she seems? How disappointed in me is she?

I found myself in a situation I did not like being in. To me she looked half crazed and I was now not able to get away or defend myself if this gets ugly.

Dora puts a hand on my chest and slowly drags her fingers and nails down my chest playing with the little hairs as her fingers work their way down to my abs then my cock and balls. I think from the fear of being found out my cock has lost most of it erection. Dora picks up the limp mast and hefts it in her hand for a few seconds then pulls it straight up and out to look over the boot lace I have tied around the base.

Just from her touch my cock starts to swell again.

“Hummm, what is this?

I can only crane my head up a little bit to look where she is looking. I start to answer when…

“What is the purpose this? …What is it?

She moves my cock from one side to the other to get a better look at it.

“Is it a shoe lace?” she asks.

With a tone of defeat I quietly answer, “Yes, from one of my hiking boots.”

My cock continues to swell in her hands and the veins start to bulge as the lace begins again to restrict the blood flow in my shaft.

Her facial expression brightens, “OH… I think I just found out what it is fore.” Lightly with a feathers touch she slowly strokes her

With a little amusement in her voice she looks me in the eye, as I lay there craning my neck to continue to communicate with, and says, “It is to keep you hard, isn’t?”

“Yes.” I said in almost a whisper.

“How ingenious, I’m surprised that you would do something like this, couldn’t it be damaging to your parts here?”

She just continued to look at it very fascinated by it all, then finally looked at me again as if she was waiting for an answer.

“I don’t think so” I said finally. “I have done it before and there never seems to be any issues afterwards. It does keep me hard longer but what I really like is the sensation and pressure I feel down there when use it.”

“Oh, you get different sensations from it huh… Is that why you are using it today? Looks to me you were getting enough sensation from your new toy here (she surveys the whipping machine) that you would not had needed this.” “Is this true?”

“yes”

“Humm… then I take it you wanted it to keep you hard then”

I only nodded my head the best I could before letting my head drop back onto the bench to give my neck a break. She was burling down into my soul and I felt so defeated.

Dora spoke again, “But you were not erect just a minute ago.”

“May be you do not have it tight enough” she stated after a few seconds thinking about it.

With that she drops my cock and undoes the lace keeping track of how I had it tied up.

Thinking about how it was done and how she could improve it she began again to reapply the lace.

She begins to loop the lace in her hand so she has both strings ends in one hand then she places the looped end of the lace under my balls and cock. Holding both ends of the lace in one hand she stroking my cock until I feel like I am going erupt then without warning she lets go, leaving it throbbing and bobbing helplessly in the air as she flips one end of the lace over the other like a shoe’s half knot and chinches it down on top side of my cock. She pulls up on the laces then chinches it down extra hard again making sure the knot and lace is burred tightly into my flesh behind my cock and balls. Then she wraps the ends down under and behind my balls and does another half knot the same way again with the pulling and chinching.

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I let out a sharp “FUCK” expression from its tightness; my rope jobs were never this tight. As I start to say something more Dora cuts me off with, “If you know what is good for you, you’ll say nothing.”

Without breaking her stride she continues to wrap the ends of the lace from the bottom knot up and around only by balls and again makes a half knot in the front and chinches that knot down as tight as she can into my ball sack. She then winds the laces in opposite directions back and forth around the skin between my balls and my cock, extending my balls further and further from my body until my balls are like to hard marbles stretched in the skin. She’s finishes this off with another half knot in the front.

My balls feel like they are going to pop right out the skin they are so tight.

With only about 5 inches of lace left she takes the two ends and places them between my balls where they are extended out and tucks the ends trough one winding behind them. This takes some care using her fingernails she eventually manages to get the laces under one of the windings and back out again.

With the laces through she pulls hard on them causing my balls to separate into two orbs into what little room they had left at the top of the tower of lace she had made.

Satisfied with her handy work she ties a double bow knot and puts both loops together and then sticks her finger in the loops and hooks it.

With a few sharp tugs from her finger she says, “There that looks a lot better. I guess I am not too bad at this myself for a first-timer. I can’t believe you couldn’t have dome better… with your experience in this discussing shit!”

My groin feels like it is on fire. I strain to look. My cock is beat red and throbbing with every heart beat. The veins are bulging like I never seen before.

My wife stands up with nothing more said and turns off the video camera, then heads over to the pile of clothes and picks her coat up along with my clothes.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes dear; you shouldn’t leave your clothes laying about the house, especially if you’re not planning to use them.”

With that she took the entire pile of clothes and headed up the stairs leaving me to ponder my situation.

“What the hell just happened? One minute I was all alone, having a little personal fun, just about to get off and cum in the privacy of my home and next I am a captive in my own home with my balls and cock tied up so tight feeling like they are going to explode from pressure.”

I jerked on the bonds that held my hands to no avail. The rope job I did on my legs earlier definitely was not going to fail. It appears whether I liked it or not there isn’t much I can do but ride it out.

It seemed like an hour since she left and all I could think about was my aching cock and balls. Her rope job was a constant reminder that this was very real and unforgiving. At least earlier my cock would go soft if I did not give it some minor attention, but her rope job not only is keeping my cock erect, it continue to only make my cock harder and harder.

With all my struggling the rolled up towel had worked itself under the curve of my neck. So now at rest the only comfortable position was with my head cocked back. This made it even more unpleasant to try to look forward. With a lot of strain I could only look forward for a few seconds at a time and when I did all I could see is my cock head engorged like a rubber balloon looking like the head would pop pretty soon, and in the back ground my balls sticking up in the air on their column of lace in the same condition as my cock head.

Out of the blue I hear, “Oh, I see you’re enjoying my handy work. It’s my first time at this. Is it better than what you had practiced?”

I dropped my head back and said, “I didn’t hear you come down the steps.”

“Yes, you seem to have a problem with that! Maybe you’re thinking too much with the head on our cock instead of the one on your shoulders, which might explain why you can’t hear since I don’t see any ears on it.” She chuckled at her own humor.

“How’s the old cock doing?” she asks as she slaps my cock sideways playfully causing it wags back and forth before it stiffness halts it back into position. “It seems to be happy, after all it is wagging its tail.”

Dora had changed her clothes. She must have pealed off the 501’s and found the old leather mini skirt I bought her a long time ago. The one that I bought for her birthday and got a royal ass chewing about how little I thought of her, that I really only bought it for myself and that she was not going wear something like that like some cheap whore.

That was never my intent. Dora has the best legs I have ever seen on a woman, so long that they look like they go up to her chest on her 5′ 10″ frame.

Dora keeps both of us in good shape by eating right and making sure I right too. Her in-forced standards of what we have in the house for food has keep both of us lean and trim. Where I also have to workout to keep my shape she seems to have to do nothing to keep hers.

Just about as whorish as she would say her skirt was she found a matching crochet lace tank top that I have never seen before to go with it. If I wasn’t already hard as a rock I would be now for I have never seen her dress this way before. This was the first time I have seen her with out her bra, and her perky nipples on her “B” coned shaped breast where poking out the open gaps of the crochet top hard as pencil erasers.

My observations did not go unnoticed.

“Oh, you like my outfit.” “It only seemed appropriate for what I found in the basement a little while ago. Since you were acting like such a slut it made me think of the slut outfit you bought be a while ago. Here I never thought I would ever have a reason to wear it but little did I know that sooner or later you’d find one.”

“How do you like my top?” She cupped her breast with her palms and moaned as she curled her fingers around her little nubs sticking out the holes in the top. “Ummm” she purred as she gave me a sultry show of how much of a bad girl she could be. This was also a first for me to see.

Her hands slowly ran down the rest of her body crossing the flat of her tummy, flowing across her slim leather clad hips, which the skirt barely made it past, sliding down her tanned thighs of her long lengthy goddess legs.

Her hands stopped mid thigh as she enjoyed my surprised and horny reaction. Then when she knew she has my full attention she smiled and slowly slide her right hand up her thigh trailing it with her left. Slowly they crossed over her legs at the junction where her legs and mini skirt meet. In the small gap between her legs she tucked them in between her legs and then pulling them out again appeared be racking the fingers of one hand then the other across what I could only guess she was doing with her womanhood. This behavior was very unlike her. She would never even admit to me that she has ever touched herself in such a way. Yet now she was acting like a cheap strip teaser.

She let out a little moan as she closed her eyes truly showing me how much she was enjoying herself. With her eyes closed Dora continued her sultry movements. As her fingers tips crossed the hem of her mini skirt they casually hook it as if it was an accident slowly exposing to me her treasures beneath; almost as if she did not realize what she was doing, daring me to stare and laughing inwardly to herself how helpless I was to watch, while basking in my realization that not only was she not wearing her panties but she had shaved almost everything bare.

My eyes bulged out of my sockets about as bad and my cock’s veins where bulging out of their shaft when I realized what was, or should I say wasn’t there. A near hairless cunt just drives me insane with lust.

My wife in all our years never shaved or trimmed her bush. I tried many times to hint that she should, that I would like it and blah blah blah. But she just looked at me as if how dare me to tell her what to do and that I am discussing to even be mentioning it.

I have been so fascinated with a shave quims that it was only a matter of time before eventually I decided to shave my own groin. One day I thought, “You know, if I think it looks desirably sexy, clean and neat on the women in the magazines then I beat a man’s junk would look better too with out the wild hair everywhere.” Ever since then I shave my cock and balls and leave just a little patch of hair above my cock.

At first, for a while, Dora gave me a hard time about shaving my parts and thought I was some sort of freak but after while she just gave up and said nothing more. It has been so long now that I can’t remember having hair there any more. And it is a good thing that I do shave for this rope job she has done on me would be pulling my hairs out.

While I was lost in thoughts Dora had opened her eyes and was was laughing at me with a throaty laugh as she asks me in baby talk, “What’s the madder, never seen a bald beaver before Dick head?”

With her pussy clearly visible now without hesitation Dora deliberately reaches a finger in between her legs and strokes her pussy lips.

I feel like Frankenstein chained to the table groaning with every one of her strokes wanting so bad. While all of this is turning me on to no end it is also making me a bit nervous at the same time. My wife has never acted like this in our entire relationship and I am getting a little worried that she has finally flipped out.

As if she was reading my mind. She drops her fingers and skirt and says, “I am still very much pissed-off at what I found here today. What if the kids would have seen this? What the hell were you thinking?”

“What’s the matter is our sex not good enough for you that you had to resort to this?”

“Well that is going to change right now and when I get done with you your going to which you never thought about this perverted sex stuff, you perverted dick.” There is going to be hell to pay for this embarrassment you put me in today and you’re going to have to just deal with me venting my frustrations, after all, what else you can do?”

Laughing at me she starts ranting about but what a fool I am while she loosens the clamps on the “T” frame and takes 2×4 the contraption and drill off the bench. Once it is all free she starts undoing the duct tape holding the whip to the steel rod.

“I can’t believe you’ve tied yourself to a bench with your cock lassoed up in a way that is so obscenely and ridiculously exposed, (Laughing) you actually put yourself into this predicament yourself… what an idiot… you have to be really fucked up or so damn desperate that you would stick your dick in a pencil sharpener to end up like this.”

“Well, from the look of what you have set up here and the state of arousal I found you in I think you really wanted to give yourself a good fucking-over.”

“Well your perversion might be your own nightmare.”

With that, took the last of the duct tape off of the whip handle and playing with the whip, swishing it through the air and playfully teased me like she was going to use it the whip and it came crashing down on my poor defenseless cock with an explosion of pain that I never knew existed.