Chapter 3: The Next Day

Chapter 3: The Next Day

I think that I told you about my house. It was left to me when my parents went to their great reward. Since my dad was wealthy, it was not a small house. The word mansion fits better than house. Seven bedrooms, a library, lounge, game room, tennis court, swimming pool, all larger than average in size and luxury. They also left me enough money to last three or four lifetimes, even if I spend lavishly.

I thanked them at the funeral.

When I explained some of my kinky desires, John helped me modify one of the bedrooms into a playroom. A very kinky playroom. There was almost nothing in the room except for a bed made of steel tubing. Very solid. A dresser to hold the ropes and stuff. There were steel rings screwed into the walls and floor, even some in the walk-in closet. There was also a hole in the ceiling. Through that a steel cable with a ring at the end could be lowered from an electrical hoist in the attic. Of course, it can also be lifted, along with anything tied to the ring. That proved very useful, especially when I wanted to do some self-bondage. The hoist could be controlled by a small remote. For example, if I wanted to be hanging by my wrists, all I had to do was make some rope into a coil just big enough to fit my hands through. The end of the rope would be wrapped around this coil and tied to the ring. Holding the remote in my hand, I would press a button and the hoist would begin turning the drum and the cable would go up and my hands go along with it. As my weight is taken by the rope, it tightens around my wrists. By the time I’m standing on my toes, the rope is so tight around my wrists that there is no way I can get my hands out. Then all I have to do is drop the remote and I’m helpless!

Simple, no? Of course, my nasty imagination kept coming up with new variations, each more strict, more escape-proof, and more uncomfortable than the last. And, lest you think that I’m crazy to put myself in a position where I can’t possibly free myself, let me tell you that every time I did that, it was with the knowledge that John would be coming to rescue me. I maybe weird and kinky but I’m not stupid. Of course, since I knew what time John was coming, I could set the starting time so I control how long I’d have to endure whatever horrible position I chose.

We sort of fell into a pattern. I would restrain myself in a helpless state, then John would come and free me. Usually after a little teasing. I’m very ticklish. Then John would choose what happened to me next. That way, he was introducing me to new bondage positions and exciting experiences. For example, it was because of him leaving me tightly bound with a large, powerful vibrator shoved up against my pussy just right, that I learned about multiple orgasms. Had never known that was possible until he showed me. Wow! What an experience!

There were lots of other new thrills for me to discover. Like the usefulness of a tight crotch rope. Or how a little pain can increase both the helpless feeling and the sexual excitement.

After a couple months of that, I showed John a photo from the Internet that showed a girl tied solidly to a wooden post. But she was upside down! Her head was almost on the floor and there were lots of ropes around her body lashing her to the post. I asked him if we could do something like that. However, since the only posts I had were some holding up a patio covering, and therefore exposed, he suggested a post be put in the playroom. He arranged it with the contractor who had created the playroom, and a four-inch diameter post was installed in one corner of the playroom the next day. Also, another hoist was installed next to it so that I could be lifted by my feet and held there while I was tied to the post.

Another toy that I hinted at was a cage made of steel bars, with a locking lid. I had seen such exciting things as that on the Internet. He had one made to my custom measurements. It was beautiful! And so small that I had to bend over while on my knees for the lid to close.

That cage rests in my closet, ready to give me a huge dose of helplessness. That’s partly because John makes sure that I’m tied hand and foot before being locked in. Sort of double security. Needless to say, escape is impossible. I love it!

So there you have it, a playroom with lots of goodies and possibilities.

I got to thinking about that six hours I spent tied to that chair. It had grown to be rather uncomfortable, especially those clamps on my nips, but it had still be a most satisfying experience. I say that because I came to the conclusion that there is need inside me that can only be satisfied by intense, prolonged helplessness. It’s more than just sexual need. I have that aplenty, and being tightly tied only makes it stronger. But the need I’m talking about is something else. It’s something I don’t fully understand but have come to accept. And appreciate. Back when I was married, I had always felt there had to be something more than an all-too-infrequent pumping by Roger that left me sexually unsatisfied most of the time. It has only been since discovering the thrills of kinky B&D that I have had orgasms that were truly wonderful and intense as hell.

Well, as I said, I got to thinking about the way I felt while immobile for so long. Would it still be a good feeling if I had to sit there all night, say eight or nine hours? Or longer? I was pretty sure that I could have fallen asleep, even with the mild pain in my nipples. So an all-nighter should be no problem. One time, I spent all night tied stretched out on that bed. But that time I was resting on my back, quite firmly tied to the bed with escape impossible. It had been nice to wake up and find that I was still helpless. But that time had been relatively comfortable bondage. What would it be like if I were bound some uncomfortable way?

This kind of thinking led me to wonder what it would be like to be restrained for a full twenty-four hours. The idea sent a shiver of delight through me. Unfortunately, there would probably be problems. But I resolved to talk to John next time I saw him. Which was that afternoon. He often had ways to make the seemingly impossible, possible.

John was retired and wealthy, so that left him with plenty of time to engage in kinky activities with me. It was not unusual for him to visit three days a week. Usually, I would place myself in some form of restraint so I could enjoy a bit of helplessness before he came by. Then, later, he would bind me in some new and interesting way. My education in B&D was proceeding nicely.