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WINNING THE LOTTERY
Three years had passed since that fateful morning when Mary
shrieked at the breakfast table, "We Won!"
Startled at this outburst, and not quite sure what had brought on
this inane behavior in his wife, Ike looked up with a bemused
expression on his face.
"Honey," she shrieked again, "our numbers...."
Her voice trailed off, her face redder than he'd ever seen it [even
redder than the time he showed her the video of herself in bondage
-- she had thought she managed to tape over all of them].
Frantically, she held out the lotto ticket.
With just a slight inkling of what she might be talking about, he
tentatively reached out for the ticket she was holding. But
instead of releasing the ticket into his fingers, she
gesticulated, pointing her finger to the newspaper. He was more
certain now, but still disbelieving, and then he too saw that the
numbers on their ticket matched the six numbers in the paper.
They embraced, unable to speak, they laughed soundlessly, and
then they hugged, kissed and just starred into the eyes of the
other.
A few weeks had passed between that day and the day they were
able to collect the first of the twenty annual checks they would
receive. During that interval, they were besieged with people
who would help them manage their affairs; others wanted to be
their investment counselors; still others wanted to sell them
everything from aardvarks to zoos! Within two days, they decided
to get an unlisted phone; but then they had to tell their
relatives they needed a new phone, and the explanation for that
led to untold relatives suddenly materializing. Some were close,
a few they had heard of only at family gatherings though they had
never seen them; and then there came the day the black couple had
presented themselves at the door claiming to be third cousins on
Ike's great-grandfather's side.
Eventually, they got through this trauma, and collected their
first check. The first thing they did, [well, not exactly the
first thing], was to establish complete trust funds for the
girls' college educations.
Ike decided to keep working, but with the safe knowledge that the
corporation had no hold over him. He simply stated he would work
8 hour shifts, five days a week, with one full week off each
month. They could take him on this basis, or he could care less.
The outcome was predictable: they took him on his terms.
And then Mary and Ike took a trip.
THE FIRST TRIP
Planning for this trip had begun even before they had won. Of
course, it was then a day trip; now, it would be two weeks.
Mary and Ike were very deeply into bondage, D&S, CP and all that
implied. They lived it. They enjoyed it. They thrived on it.
And they wanted to experience everything they could.
A friend had suggested the day trip idea. Ike would rent a
wheelchair and take Mary, bound, to a Mall, where he would wheel
her around. In this way, she could be fully bound and
encumbered, except no one but them would know it.
Now, after the win, they could expand on this theme. But they
decided to go ahead with the day trip to see how it would go, and
use that experience to prepare for their longer trip.
Renting the chair was not difficult. Ike picked it up the nite
before. The clerk at the rental outfit was bored out of her
skull, so Ike didn't have to offer the explanation they had so
elaborately constructed. He smiled to himself, thinking once
again how simpler it was to do natural things.
Once home, he and Mary studied it, and wondered how to do her so
that she'd be fully encumbered, yet still able to move from car
seat to chair. She clearly could not have her ankles bound
together, as they would be visible.
Rope would be used to bind her above and below her knees, but
that would mean wearing a skirt -- did she have even one skirt
that was just ordinary? Piano wire, invisible to the eye, could
then be used to bind her ankles to the sides of the chair once
she wriggled out of the car and into the chair. A rope belt,
with crotch ropes, could also be under that long skirt, and piano
wire from the ropes could secure her waist to the chair.
So that she would not be spending the day in utter relaxation
while Ike wheeled her around, they decided (well, Ike decided and
she knew better than to disagree) she should wear her bondage
bra. Then, with a loose fitting, pull-over sweater with a high,
fluffy neck, more piano wire could be forced through the sweater
material to secure her upper body to the chair. Under the
sweater's collar, she would wear her leather collar, demurely
covered, but with its own wires that would hold her head rigidly
in place. Cuffs at her ankles and upper arms, under the
sweater's sleeves, would similarly be wired to the arm rests of
the chair.
Of course, once all was agreed to, Mary found herself very
shortly secured to the chair. She was lacking the sweater and
skirt, but that was alright in their own home. The theory
worked better in practice than some other schemes, and Ike had
only to make a few changes. When he was done, Mary could move
only her fingers. It was her idea that she take a pair of close
fitting gloves and sew the fingers together so that when they
were on, there'd be no movement; she even added she would put a
loop in the end of each so that more piano wire could be used to
secure the fingers curled over the end of the arm rest rendering
even this movement nil.
The next day was the expedition. Ike could tell from the twinkle
in her eyes, that Mary was really up for this. She, of course,
was unaware of a couple extra elements of her bondage that he had
planned for her.
The first extra made its appearance after Ike tied the rope belt
on her. It was a vibrating dildo for her pussy with a remote
on/off switch. This really didn't perturb her in any big way,
but, she nevertheless bitched about it, just to keep up
appearances! And he, fully aware of her self-imposed obligation
to bitch, cheerfully ignored her bitching. The bondage bra went
on followed by the cuffs at wrists and upper arms; then, sweater
and skirt [she had found an old, long skirt in the back of her
older daughter's closet, as usual the imp had borrowed something
from her mother and hadn't returned it]. Looking at Mary, Ike
determined it would simplify things if he secured the wires to
the cuffs and rope belt now, before they left, and just left
lengths sticking out of her clothes. She giggled, as she saw how
she looked with the wires sticking out. She wondered if indeed
the thin wires might be noticeable, but Ike said she could see
them now only because they were sticking out.
And then it dawned on her: she had no shoes on! She pointed this
out, but Ike grinned as he brought out surprise number two: his
work boots! She starred at him, and wondered aloud they were so
large and wouldn't they look hideous? Well, he replied, the
largeness was needed for the rest and who cared if they looked
hideous? Doubtful, she sat as he indicated, and he then
proceeded to bind her toes, pointing out she mustn't even be able
to wiggle her toes. He then pulled his boots up over her feet
and laced them tightly. She laughed as she tried to walk,
clumping around, but she seated herself again while Ike applied
the rope ties to her knees.
With a coat over her shoulders, they walked to the car. Ike had
already stowed the chair in the back seat. Mary shuffled along
as best she could, hoping none of the neighbors, who inevitably
watched, would suspect anything out of the ordinary. ["Out of
the ordinary?" Who knew what was ordinary with these two?]
The drive to the Mall took a little over an hour. Mary had
insisted they go a great distance to preclude the possibility of
meeting anyone they knew with her in a wheelchair. Once there,
they drove around the parking lot to find a secluded place where
the final steps of securing Mary to her chair could take place.
They selected a place not too far from the entrance but with no
other cars nearby.
Ike removed the chair, and then opened the door so Mary could
squirm out and into the chair. He told her to find a comfortable
position as she was going to be sitting there for a long while.
She squirmed around, and then indicated she was ready. Very
quickly, Ike secured her ankles, her waist, her arms and her
gloved hands to the chair with the trailing ends of the piano
wire. The final step was to secure the collar, and to then roll
the sweater collar to conceal it.
When he had finished, he asked her to try to move. It was found
she could move her knees back and forth, so additional wire was
used to center and secure her knees. She tried to move, and
confessed her inability to do so.
So, in rapid order, Ike produced surprises three and four. Three
was a large, very wet, nerf ball, and she knew there was only one
place that would go: in her mouth. With an ugly grimace, she
reluctantly opened her mouth, and he pushed it in. He told her
there would be nothing to hold it, except her own will, but he
didn't think she would let it go while they were in the Mall.
She glared back at him! Surprise number four was something brand
new: Ike applied two, very small pieces of adhesive tape to the
outside corners of her eyelids. The effect was to hold her lids
open [more movement restrictions, he explained]. He told her too
that he would occasionally squirt artificial tears in her eyes to
keep them from drying out; and then he put wrap-around sun
glasses on her so that nothing could be seen of the tape or her
wide open eyes.
A blanket then was draped over her, and he began to push her to
the Mall.
Once inside, he removed the blanket and stowed it under the seat.
He then turned on the vibrator buried in his wife, on slow speed
to give her a chance to adjust to it, and they moved off. Mary,
if she had been able to, would have jumped when she felt the
familiar buzz start in her pussy; but all she could do was
hummmm.
As had been suggested to them, most people would look away when
they came to the woman in the wheelchair. Even so, they had no
fear of being found out for the wires were, for all intents,
invisible.
Afterward, Mary reported she had cringed when she saw two people
walking towards them, who seemed to be starring. Ike had picked
that moment to turn up the vibrator's speed [he was doing it with
short bursts of high speed and longer periods of slow, but
unpredictably; his intent was to not let her cum, but to let her
get really heated -- he was very successful]. The bondage bra
was really digging in. She couldn't move at all. The tape on
the eyelids was diabolical. She was thrilled beyond belief.
She began to fantasize: what would it be like if she didn't have
on the skirt and sweater, just a blanket to cover her?
Ike, for his part, knew she would be fantasizing outrageous
things. So, he added to her predicament whenever he could. He
stopped to eat, and ate in front of her. Secretly, she slightly
parted her lips to allow him a sliver view of the ball she held
in her mouth. He smiled and nodded, taking a bite out of his
hamburger.
After eating, and knowing the ball might have become dried out,
Ike wheeled her to the facilities area. He filled a paper cup
with water. Then, waiting for a time when no one was around, he
told her to push the ball into his hand. He then held the cup
to her mouth, which she drank of sparingly [she knew there would
be no chance to pee soon -- mental note for future expeditions].
Meanwhile, he again soaked the ball and, checking for traffic,
put it back to her mouth where she, this time, opened willingly
and in a moment it was again embedded in her mouth. Twice more
during the day, the same steps were repeated.
They found a portrait studio, and Ike wheeled her in. In her
chair bondage, she wondered what this was all about. She saw him
talking to the photographer, and then with alarm, she felt
herself wheeled into the inner studio. They were going to have
their picture taken! Incredible, she thought ... and just then
Ike turned the speed up high and she cooked as the photographer
took pictures of her alone and also with Ike. She thought sure
she was going over the edge but Ike turned her down just at the
last moment, and she was FRUSTRATED.
She also knew her pussy juices were really flowing. Ike had said
he loved her odor, but she was still embarrassed, and she knew
they were detectible now! Well, what the hell, she thought, I
can't even move a fucking finger.
For the most part, people gave them a wide berth. Still, there
was one elderly couple who attempted to engage them in
conversation. Mary, of course, could say nothing; Ike, however,
was gregarious -- and, of course, he turned up the speed for Mary
again. She became frantic as a cum came closer and closer; she
was just about to give up and cum when the speed went down. She
hadn't noticed the old couple moving on.
Finally, after nearly five hours, they left the Mall. With wire
cutters, she was out of the chair and in the car in nothing flat.
Once home, they tore the clothes off each other and.......
Based on that experience, they decided on a slightly different
approach for the longer trip. Mary would not be wheelchair bound
the entire time. She would travel in leg braces and a cervical
collar. On her wrists would be the sort of braces typists with
carpal syndrome wear. Since she would be wearing all that metal,
it was decided the bondage bra would be doable too -- hell, she
could even handle a dildo, but that was eliminated since she'd
have to be able to go to the bathroom by herself on the plane!
The day arrived when they would travel. Since the girls would be
there to say their goodbyes, Mary could not be in her gear as
they took their leave. But it was decided they would leave from
home. Then, they could stop along the way to iron her up. A
limo started them on their way: that had been the girls' idea,
and both of them approved.
Ike had wondered how they would be able to deal with the limo
driver. He would see a perfectly healthy Mary enter the motel
and a short time later, she'd come out in braces. Ike had
considered dismissing the limo at the motel, and then cabbing to
the airport. But it was Mary this time who said no way. The
girls had ordered the limo, so they would use it. So what if
they made the driver wonder!
And that's how it worked out. The driver didn't say a word about
stopping at the motel, he was being paid by the hour anyway. He
probably thought the couple was going in for a quickie. Ike had
gone earlier to the motel and rented the room, and laid out all
the equipment, so as soon as they entered, all Mary had to do was
strip. Very quickly, the bondage bra was on, the wrist braces
and the steel, leg braces. And then she was dressed again though
with sensible shoes that were secured to the braces. The collar
was put on, and then after handing two canes to Mary, Ike made to
open the door. She called out to wait a moment. Very
laboriously, she slid a chair near the bed, and then she asked
Ike to lay in front of her. It didn't take him long to figure
out what she was up to, and he was quickly up to it himself. In
a moment, he was there, she had his zipper down, and his cock in
her mouth!
Finally, with her canes, after smiling to Ike that they couldn't
disappoint the driver, they exited. As the previously
unencumbered lady now walking with canes neared the limo, the
driver's eyes widened, but he said nothing, and then smiled as
Mary looked him in the eye.
Airport security was a breeze. Soon, they were in their first
class seats, on their way to Great Britain.
Their first day was spent relaxing, resting from the long flight,
and just doing what they did best. Fucking. Sucking. Fucking.
About half way through the day, Mary's braces came off.
That had been a worry: how could Mary come and go in braces one
day, and not in braces the next? In the end, they decided to
test the highly touted British reserve: they would just do as
they pleased and let the Brits wonder.
The third day they went to the fetish shops.
They were like two kids in a toy store. Mary got her leather
corset and Ike added thigh high boots with 6 inch heels. For
Ike, Mary ordered a leather outfit and a hood (she was shy about
it, but he could see she obviously really wanted him to have one
so he acquiesced). She also got him a full rubber, blow up suit.
She found herself being fitted for penal chains, very heavy
manacles and fetters with a collar of equal bulk. Ike also very
gravely provided her with a new hood, but with breath control
devices.
As they were making their purchases, they obviously received a
good deal of attention. After all, even for the high priced
fetish shops, a tab of over $6,000 attracts attention. So, when
Ike inquired if they knew of any metal brace manufacturer, the
shopkeeper was only too happy to make a referral, offering to
make a call of introduction. Arrangements were made for Mary and
Ike to visit the next day; and they were advised to bring along
any braces they might already have.
The shop at which the cab dropped them the next day was a
legitimate medical prothesis establishment. Mary was decked out
in the same outfit she had been in on the plane, so their
progress across the sidewalk was slowed by her using her canes.
Once in the shop, and after Ike introduced them, they were
immediately whisked to a private office where they were joined by
the manager, a woman in a very severely cut leather dress, with
high heeled boots disappearing under the skirt.
She smiled and welcomed them, and complimented Mary on her garb,
adding she assumed that none of what Mary had on was medically
necessary. Mary waited for Ike to reply, but he stood mute, so a
very blushing Mary had to reply that no they weren't necessary.
The manager then asked if the braces were for disciplining a
recalcitrant slave or just for their mutual enjoyment, and Mary
replied very emphatically for their mutual enjoyment. The
manager smiled and nodded.
Looking back and forth from one of them to the other, the manager
inquired what degree of encumbrance they sought. When both
returned perplexed expressions, the manager went on to say what
Mary was wearing then was about one quarter encumbrance in that
her walking was significantly restricted, and mobility of her
wrists and neck was mildly restricted. Mary could be made
totally immobile, or any variation of the above.
Starting with the legs, the braces she wore now came to just
below the knees. The control they exerted was through their
being fixed to the shoes. With sturdier shoes and a brace higher
up the leg, her leg immobility could be increased. Her legs
could be allowed to flex at the knees or not by a simple
adjustment.
Ike inquired if the shoes could be high heeled. The manager
smiled, and complimented him on his forward thinking. No, the
boot could not be made with high heels as normally considered,
but they could be fashioned with platforms with the heel raised
within the shoe-boot. Ike glanced at Mary, and she nodded
enthusiastically, so he ordered them that way.
For the arms, they were shown cloth wrapped braces much like the
ones she had worn, except when Mary reached out to take it, she
noticed it was considerably heavier than what she then was
wearing. The manager helped her unwrap the one she had on, and
remove it; and then she help her fit the new one. There were
glove like holes for her to insert her fingers, but the metal
didn't extend beyond the knuckle, leaving her fingers largely
free. Straps then went around the wrist and the arms at three
places.
Mary observed that these were far more secure, and would encumber
[she got a kick out of using the manager's own word] her hands
more than the others.
But the manager got back at her with the next device. She helped
Mary remove the cervical collar, and then she unveiled a metal
cage-like device. Even Ike smiled at the come-back by the
manger. The cage opened under the breasts and at the waist. A
serious metal plate was placed on her back and then the straps
and what not secured it to her, even to the plate that extended
up to the back of her neck where an attached cervical collar
secured it to her neck. Mary commented very quickly that was a
very seriously rigid piece of equipment. And that was all it
took to convince Ike that was just what they wanted!!!
At the manager's suggestion [another "gotcha"], Mary wore all of
her new braces back to the hotel. She was terribly awkward, and
had to sit bolt upright in the cab, but Ike knew too that she was
tremendously turned-on.
She didn't even take off her clothes, to say nothing about the
braces. It was fast and furious, but so powerful that neither
was able to move [well, even if she had wanted to move, Mary
still was wearing all the metal; and, of course, Ike was all over
her] for several minutes.
Following that excursion, there were several days of simple
sight-seeing. After all, if they returned home with no sight
seeing to report on, what else would they have been doing? Of
course, Mary frequently wore one or more items to hold her
attention focused, though usually not visible.
One day they went to an English Whip Maker. For this trip, and
Mary knew immediately why, Ike suggested she wear just garter
belt, hose, sweater and skirt with high heels. The Whip Maker
had been a referral from the brace manufacturer.
By the time they left, Mary was the "proud" possessor
of six new items to liven up her circulation -- and, much to his
surprise, Ike had four of his own. Each item had been carefully
field tested on the respective body parts, and judgement soberly
exercised as to the value of the item. Of course, the field
testing exacted a certain response too! The ride back to the
hotel in the taxi seemed to be oh so long!
The following day, they took an overnight to Germany where Mary
was fitted for a Pony Girl outfit, complete with small sulky.
Petulantly, she had asked if Ike thought he'd be able to get his
big ass on the small seat on the sulky, and he merely grinned
that sneaky grin that she knew would be "reflected" on
her body -- which was what she had intended in the first place.
She also found herself fitted with a metal head cage, which the
proprietor of the store, called a brank. He had helpfully suggested
that, because of the lady's tendency to say things she might later
regret, the brank could be fitted with a small iron ball gag,
that optionally could have several spikes protruding to remind
her to be very careful of what words she formed with her mouth.
Of course, there was no doubt that Ike wanted this; Mary wasn't
quite so sure.
Ike was amazed, and Mary even surprised herself, when she asked
the shop keeper if Ike could be fitted with a saddle. A huge
grin came over the shop keeper's face, as he nodded and replied
ja ja. So, very quickly the necessary leather straps and what
not had been produced. At Mary's insistence, Ike had to strip
down so the leather could be fitted right to his skin!
It was quite embarrassing to Ike to find that he responded to
being nude and having leather straps fitted on his body; indeed,
he responded in a BIG way. Mary was enjoying Ike's discomfort,
and when the shop keeper glanced at her, she wondered to the
shopkeeper if there wasn't some way to contain that response. Of
course, the shop keeper was only too happy to oblige, and soon
Ike was wearing a leather chastity belt too! The shop keeper
didn't even hesitate in giving the key to Mary!
Since all their items would be custom made, they had no parcels
to carry back through customs. But the shop keeper did inquire
if they had to rush back. When they said no, he suggested a side
trip to Amsterdam where they could go to the Club Domina. Since
they had read about the place in many magazines, their interest
was aroused. The shop keeper said he would call ahead and make
reservations for them, but he suggested they might want to wear
more fetishistic costumes than they had with them. When they
agreed, he directed them to another place in Amsterdam.
A few hours later, they were in the shop in Amsterdam, where Mary
selected a full length rubber cat suit, complete with a hood that
left her face bare. A small blindfold was optional. On her
feet, she wore knee high, high heeled rubber boots. Ike's eyes
nearly boggled out of his head as he gazed on his wife in this
skin tight, stretchy outfit. He hadn't given much thought to
rubber before, but now....... Ike's selection was a pair of
leather trousers and a silk, open shirt and knee high boots (no
high heels yet). Ike also took a set of leather wrist and ankle
cuffs for Mary to wear. The shop keeper wondered why Ike didn't
put them on Mary right there, since they would next be heading to
Domina. Mary was less certain, but the shop keeper assured her
it would not be strange, in the neighborhood where they were, to
see women or men wearing restraints or fetish outfits.
Sure enough, when they did depart the shop, with Mary with the
leg restraints and her wrists cuffed behind her, the first couple
they saw was a woman in leather and high heel boots, trailed by a
man in a business suit with a collar around his neck with a leash
attached and held by the woman.
Their visit to Club Domina was nearly over powering.
It was one thing for Ike to bind Mary in yards of ropes, to gag
her, to spank and whip her, to put her hood on her and to put
clamps on her nipples, all this being in the privacy of their own
bedroom. It was yet another thing for the two of them together
to watch bondage and CP videos as prelude to their own play. But
it was something else again to watch others do what they did, to
hear those others just as it happened, and even to smell those
others. And then, add to that others in the audience, who were
getting just as excited as they, as everyone watched what was
happening on the stage. . .well, that was fucking POWERFUL!!!
The first scene grabbed Mary right off the bat. A female
dominant led her male sub onto the stage. How did she know which
was which? Well, the female was dressed and the male was nude.
Once she was seated in a throne like chair, he dropped to his
knees and began to lick her boots. From time to time, she made
comments about where he was missing or not taking proper care or
to realize the privilege he was experiencing. She would
punctuate her remarks with strokes from the quirt in her hand on
his back. He always responded with an appropriate "yeii"
as the quirt landed, but he never broke stride in licking her boots,
all the way up her legs to her knees. At last she had him stand
beside her, and with his erect cock, it was clear he had a ring
piercing the hood of his cock. He grasped his hands together
behind his back. She shortened her grip on the quirt and began
to whack his cock with it. He managed to hold perfectly still
for six or seven but then he began to wiggle and twist, but never
back away as she continued to whack his cock. His erection would
come and go, but she kept on regardless and relentlessly. After
what seemed fifty strokes, surely, she shifted target to his
nipples. He clearly enjoyed this more, though she was definitely
hitting those nipples with authority. Very shortly, his cock was
back up again, and it stayed up as she continued to sting his
nipples. He tightened his grip on his hands behind his back.
Pre-cum was seen to be dripping; and then, just as it seemed he
was about to cum, she shifted targets back to his cock and flayed
him as his cock jerked its cum.
The couple left after a few moments, and the audience clearly
caught its collective breath. Mary mentioned to Ike that if this
was the first act, what would the rest be like. Ike shrugged his
shoulders, but he added he sure wanted to find out, and Mary
nodded her agreement.
After a brief pause, while shaven-headed waiters/waitresses
[impossible to tell in their uniforms which hid all signs of sex]
passed through the group, two women went to the stage. Again, it
wasn't difficult to tell which was dom and which was sub. The
sub had handcuffs behind her back but nothing else. The dom
looked up, and a metal cage began to descend on a chain. When
the cage finally settled on the floor, it came to just about neck
high on the dom. She bent over and flipped a bar, opening the
front of the barred cage. Without any prodding, the sub bent
over and headed in. When her head butted up against the rear,
she shifted her ass to one side and, with a little push from the
dom, was totally caged. The dom then shut the door and put a
padlock on it. The dom signaled and the cage was raised a couple
feet off the floor, whereupon, the dom turned it slowly around.
Because of the dimensions, the sub could neither stand, kneel or
sit. All she could do was crouch. Her cuffed wrists offered
little or no assistance to maintain her balance. The dom then
backed away, signaled again for the cage to be raised, and she
left the stage. The caged sub was raised about ten feet off the
floor, where she spent the rest of the nite, slowly twisting,
except when the sub attempted to ease her cramping when the cage
bounced and twisted a bit faster.
A shorter break intervened, during which time two ghosts arranged
some furniture on the stage. One item was a slanted door like
item, though it seemed longer. Another item was easier to
identify: a full pillory/stocks. A man led two women out on
stage. One he quickly imprisoned in the pillory/stocks. Bending
her legs at the knees, she was quickly locked ankles and wrists
in a one piece item. The head pillory was sort of unique in that
it was fixed to the wrist/ankle piece at right angles. Her head
was soon locked in, and the modification was clearly superior to
the original in that she was able to watch was going to happen to
the other woman. This other woman was led to the slanted door,
where she stepped up and stood on pegs about a foot off the floor
with her back to the door. A ladder was at her side, and the man
stood on it to fix leather cuffs to her wrists and to fix them to
hooks dangling down the board from the top. Not satisfied with
the tension, he told her to try to stand on the pegs below on tip
toes. When she had managed that, he tightened the tension. He
then got off the stool and knelt near her ankles. He put cuffs
on each ankle and then, after removing the pegs on which she had
been standing [and throwing all her weight on her wrists], he put
as much tension on the hooks to fasten her ankles. The woman was
now spread-eagle, under fair tension, with her whole weight
supported by her wrists. He inquired how she was, and she
indicated all was okay. He made adjustments on the door frame
and suddenly, she was flat and then upside down and then turning
over from side to side. The table was in the middle of a large
gyro. After she had been in every degree of a sphere, he stopped
her back in the original position. Then he fitted a long steel
bar in the side of the table, but on an up slope like a lever.
He went to the end of the bar, reached up and grasped the bar,
and pulled down. The middle of the table began to separate on an
eccentric mechanism. The effect was to increase the tension
drastically even with the two parts of the table only a couple
inches apart. He applied greater force, the table seemed to
separate more, and she moaned, moving her head from side to side.
He relaxed the force, the table closed and she relaxed. After a
brief moment, he said something, she nodded, and he pulled down
on the lever again. The table separated, her limbs went taught,
and her moan was even louder. He held her there for several
moments, and then let up but not fully. Her gaze was fixed on
him, and then she gave the briefest of nods; whereupon he hauled
on the lever even harder. The table seemed to be separated a
full six inches. She moaned, and then screamed. He held her for
the briefest instant as she screamed, and then released her
fully. He again adjusted the table so that she was horizontal,
and he made a serious effort to kiss and massage her arms, her
legs and, of course, her mouth. The audience knew this was not
the end, and nobody stirred. Shortly, he moved the table top so
that her feet were up. He changed the position of the lever, and
hauled on it again. She went taut and moaned, and he hauled the
harder on the lever, so that she seemed nearly rigid and she
screamed again. He held her like that, screaming, until her
scream died down to a ragged moan and then she emitted a feeble
please, when he immediately released the lever. She was put back
in the horizontal. He released her cuffs and then helped her to
stand. She did, but with difficulty. But the whole audience
applauded. This had been very impressive. The other woman, in
the pillory/stocks, had looked on with fascination and a hint of
horror. She gave every indication of being very much relieved
when she was simply released and allowed to leave the stage,
slightly stiff, but with no real damage.
Another intermission, and then a man was fixed to a pillar and
very seriously whipped by another man. Frequently, during the
whipping, the sadist would stop and kiss his male masochist, and
otherwise feel him. After at least 50 strokes, there were a few
bruises on the masochist's back. Another 50 or so produced the
first blood. And then the sadist really began to lay on the
whip, cutting the skin of the back, thighs or ass of the bound
masochist. All through it, the masochist made not one sound!
Once the whip tip caught the cage of the woman suspended from the
ceiling. She was so startled, she eeeked, but the audience was
so mesmerized by the full-blooded flogging the masochist was
getting that no one even noticed. When at last the sadist threw
down his whip, the entire backside of his masochist was a bloody
mess. The sadist then released his masochist, who slid slowly to
the floor. The sadist very gently helped him to his feet, and
helped him off the stage.
The intermission this time was longer for there was a need to
clean up the stage.
Mary caught Ike's eyes, and both knew that what they had just
seen was way beyond anything they had even suspected might
happen. Mary had been fascinated, deeply moved, but appalled at
the idea she might one day be in either of the roles! Ike never
told Mary how he felt.
Although they didn't know when the five people came on stage,
this was to be the last event on the stage. Two people, one man
and one woman, were in full length rubber suits. They were
seated on short stools and the other three pulled full helmets
over the heads of the two seated. It was clear this was to be
breath control. The nostrils had tubes which went up over their
heads on the helmets and a hose entered their mouths through a
ball which went inside their mouths. One of the three announced
that there were check valves on the end of the nostril tubes. To
Mary's questioning glance, Ike said they would be able to breathe
out, but not in through their nostrils. Both were then helped to
stand. Their hands were secured to trapeze bars and raised up
over their heads, but no real stretch was put on them. Each was
breathing easily through the tubes in their mouths. And then one
of the others rolled out a mechanical device. The mouth tubes
were hooked up to this device. The same one who spoke earlier
did so again to tell them the device would control how much air
their would be able to breathe, and what sort of air, adding that
they could mix into the air some laughing gas, the odor of shit,
the odor of dead animals, and a host of other noxious things, but
none that would be dangerous. And so it started. The air to
both was shut off for a full minute and it could be seen that
scared both the hanging woman and the hanging man. When air was
restored, a few moments were allowed for both to gulp in
quantities of air. But, unnoticed by either, one of the
remaining three adjusted the device, and instantly, both were
aware of a difference in the air they were breathing. It was
clear this was air neither wanted to breathe in that they tried
to back away; this was useless of course but the effect on the
audience was profound. Again, no air at all; then something
else. This went on and on. The two hooked up had become aware
of the pattern, so that when air was shut off, they didn't get
scarred as they had. And then came the time when the air stayed
off! The woman seemed to sense something was wrong sooner than
the man, but not by much. Their hooded heads turned and twisted.
They stamped their feet. And then they seemed to sort of relax,
and sink down, so that both were supported only by their wrists
secured to the trapezes. When there was no movement out of
either, the knobs on the device were quickly twirled and with the
others supporting them, the man and woman were soon on their
feet. Ike looked at Mary, shook his head from side to side,
passing judgement on whether they would try that.
Audience participation was invited, and a few people took up the
invitation, but the attention to detail was missing. Realizing
the evening was over, Mary and Ike left, with Mary still wearing
the leather restraints. She no longer noticed them. Her parting
view of the scene inside the club was the woman in the cage, high
over the stage. Since there were no more flights to England that
nite, they went to the recommended hotel, where they passed the
rest of the nite in some languid and satisfying sex.
The next morning, Ike finally released Mary from her restraints.
They got out of their outfits, showered and then returned to
England, for the flight home.
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