Chapter 3: The Test

Chapter 3: The Test

After he left, I inspected the modifications. Each of the bolts was solidly screwed into the frame. I could not loosen them no matter how hard I pulled on them. Great!

Numerous ideas about how I could be tied down raced through my mind. The fact that some of them would be ridiculous to try for a whole night didn’t slow down my imagination. Only after much fantasizing did I remember that the next day was Wednesday and the usual day for Darlene to visit Tom. Did he forget that? And did that mean that our test would have to be put off? I hoped not.

The next morning, I thought about calling Tom but waited to see if he would show up. My heart jumped when I heard the doorbell. There he was there, a briefcase in hand and a smile on his face. I tried not to sound too eager as I invited him in.

We didn’t waste any time setting up the test. I whipped off the bathrobe and presented my nudity for his inspection. He smiled and told me to put my hands together behind my back. The briefcase held a nice collection of ropes, the usual white clothesline. He tied my wrists crossed but didn’t add any rope around my elbows. The ropes on my wrists were tight but not overly so. And, as usual, the knots were tied where my fingers couldn’t reach.

He tied my legs together at the ankles and above my knees. Then he helped me to lie down on the bed, pretty much in a normal position. But, I was on my stomach, a position I normally didn’t sleep in. He then tied ropes to my ankles and the bottom of the bed, using those bolts he had put there. More rope was tied to my elbows and down to the bolts on the sides. Those ropes weren’t too tight, but had the effect of holding my body down.

He checked me over, especially the knots. Satisfied that I was probably not going to work my way free, he patted my bare ass and told me he would be back around one o’clock or so.

“After Darlene leaves,” I said. Shouldn’t have, but it just came out.

“Yes, after Darlene. And for that, I’ll spank that cute little ass of yours before I untie you. I figure you’ll have about four hours to test this way of being tied.”

“Yes, sir.” I was feeling nice and submissive. It might not have been a very elaborate way of being tied, but it felt good and I was pretty sure I couldn’t get out.

Tom left. Almost immediately I felt the helpless feeling settling in. It was the knowledge that he would not come back for the rest of the morning that made me emotionally feel how helpless I was. Four hours, at least. Four long, wonderful hours.

Well, I had been tied in a hogtie once for that long and survived. This would be a piece of cake.

As I lay there, the thought kept invading my mind that I was really alone. There were times when Tom left me alone in his house, but I knew he was there even if I was in the bedroom and the door was closed. He was in the house, and I was not truly alone.

This was different. There was no one in my house. Mom wouldn’t be home until evening, a long time off. What if something happened while I was alone? I wouldn’t be able to phone for help. Hell, I couldn’t even rush outside if the house caught fire or something. This was California and earthquakes happened. What if a big one happened? I could imagine the house collapsing around me while I was tied down and helpless.

I was scaring myself. Or you could say my subconscious was trying to frighten me. Well, it was succeeding. This was a different kind of helpless, one that was more intense in a way. I found myself twisting my hands around, trying to pull them out of the ropes or find a knot. I pulled my legs up, or tried to. My feet would lift only a couple inches off the mattress. The way my elbows were tied to the sides kept me from rolling around. Hell, I couldn’t even lift my body up more than a little bit. It might have been simple but I was truly helpless.

I could feel panic nibbling at the edges of my mind. Logic told me that a fire would not start, and an earthquake was highly unlikely. They happened only every few years. What were the odds of a big one happening that morning? I pushed down the fear, battling it with logic. If there was an earthquake, Tom was aware of my condition and would come to save me. Save me even if my house caught fire. Maybe.

Of course, what if someone broke in? A burglar? What is a stranger snuck in to rob the place and found me tied down to my bed? And naked! Now that was a scary thought, but an exciting one. Of course, I could scream my head off if someone came in. Maybe Tom should have gagged me also.

Then I thought about what if Mom came home early? Maybe she would get a bad headache and come home to rest. Or maybe something happened at the restaurant where she worked and it closed early today? A nice shiver of fright raced down my spine at the thought of Mom finding me like this. How the hell would I explain my condition? I didn’t think she would believe that I tied myself up just as an experiment. Not even Mom was that stupid.

I was deliciously scared as I strained at the ropes. That old combination of fear and excitement. And more intense than usual. A part of me said I was going to have to do this more often while another part told me I was stupid for doing it once.

The four hours was a long time. Sexual frustration set in, as if usually did when I was helpless. That added to my “suffering.” But such a delicious form of torture.

When Tom finally came in, I was happy to see him but sad at the same time that my adventure would be over now.

“How you doing?” he asked.

I told him all about it. About the fears and my struggles and even about how terribly frustrated it made me.

“Figured that would be the case,” he said. “But you’re still comfortable? No circulation problems? No pains.”

“Hell, no! I’m fine. You can leave me tied like this all night. All day, too! Hell, make it a week!”

Yeah, I know, I’m a glutton for punishment.

Speaking of which, he had not forgotten that he had promised me a spanking. I didn’t remind him, but I also didn’t protest when he brought the subject up. To prepare for it, he untied then retied the ropes to my elbows so that my arms were pulled apart quite strongly. That caused my hands to lift up on my back a few inches. Just enough to keep them away from my ass.

Without changing my bondage in any way, he began my punishment. His hand was hard and his arm wonderfully strong as he swatted my ass. Quickly, I was crying. It really hurt! As he continued, I wondered just how long this pain was going to go on. He hadn’t given me a number of strokes, as he did sometimes. The blows kept coming, slowly measured out to prolong the pain.

As you can imagine, I had been pretty heated up during the hours that I was alone and helpless. Maybe that was why I found that the burning on my ass was more erotic than usual. In fact, that fire down in my pussy was flaring up. It was strange to be sobbing and growing more aroused at the same time. Yet, somehow it was not strange. It sort of seemed right. Not that I understood why, but at that point I was not thinking logically. I was just feeling. And that feeling was headed towards an orgasm.

Why did his beating my ass make me so excited that I felt the beginning of an orgasm? He wasn’t using the Beast on my pussy. He wasn’t even touching me sexually. I should have not been headed in the direction my body was going.

Shortly before that blessed event occurred, Tom ceased spanking my burning bottom. The orgasm that would have been such a wonderful climax to my morning in helplessness slowed down and didn’t quite arrive. I cried out and jerked my body around, all the while sobbing and wetting my bed with tears. Tom probably thought that I was just reacting to the pain. He had no idea that the frustration was as bad as the burning bottom. Hell, worse!

He wisely left me to cry myself out. When the tears ceased and the sobs diminished, he began untying me. I was tempted to ask him to leave me a while longer, but held back. That would only cause me more frustration and I had had enough for one day.

Tom announced that the test had gone well, and trying for an all-nighter was on the agenda.

I looked at the pressure marks on my wrists and had to wonder if I could survive a whole night of this.